Woodland Dream - Sex Stories

Woodland Dream

In his mind's dream, in his favorite fantasy, Victor was a young lad once again. In truth, he was young in an old man's body. But lingering dreams he would retain. A woods-walkabout on a cool spring day, A perfect setting for a C.F.N.M. game, Found fertile ground for naughty role-play. So Vic undressed without shame. There was no one about, or so he thought. He took off his shoes and socks. Being bare footed was not all he sought, So his shirt he left on some rocks. So silent these woods he did find. And so, he took a chance. Leaving all sense and caution behind, Victor now removed his pants. Victor in only his green Jockey shorts Walked away from his clothes. Into deep woods he blithely cavorts With adventure among the shadows. In the woods Victor walked on unaware Of nymphs, the mischievous kind, And dryads who could simply lay bare Minds and bodies of anyone they find. So it was, on this May morning, Victor was enchanted And was caught with no warning As his dearest wish was granted. Terror and excitement abounded As six female spirits appeared. Victor found himself surrounded By all he desired and feared. Clothed in gossamer lace, Six magic, impish girls Move silently apace As a charming game unfurls. Caught wearing only underpants, Victor felt an icy chill. This ethereal circumstance Left him bereft of will. Fingers at ...

... his green shorts tore. The fabric was ripped away. Only loincloth now he wore. In shreds on the ground cloth lay. These woodland nymphs, like Pan, Always have great fun Playing with some foolish man As an old man's mind's undone. He wore a strip of cloth over groin And no covering behind. His other clothes they did purloin. But Victor did not mind. The cloth in front began to tent As Vic was stimulated He thought these nymphs meant To leave him humiliated. The pixies then asked to see What made the cloth to rise. "It's tented like some teepee" "Show us!" one elf cries. When made to pull his loincloth up, Victor's cock did wiggle. As best it could, it stood straight up. Six grinning nymphs did giggle. "We see the cloth is stained with dew", One laughing elf did venture. "Play with your cock, won't you? Is this not your dream adventure?" Shamelessly, he did not hesitate. Victor gladly obeyed. Into the cloth he did masturbate And into their game he played. Victor came in a great climax. His loincloth, it was drenched As his muscles did relax, The cloth from him was wrenched. The spirits then held his last shred Of clothing. Then one did ask Old Victor to raise his head And perform just one more task. "Into your mouth, the fabric shove Please take your time to chew. Savor that taste you surely love. After all, it doth suit you."