Amateur WoodChopper Needed - Woodsman's Hut

As you follow Ixy's direction you think to yourself, "Hmm....pleasant looking log cabin, birds chirping nearby and a scent of whimsy in the air. Either I'm about to fuck a Disney princess or one of the seven dwarves....please don't let it be Bashful."

You walk up to the cabin, seeing an axe in a picture frame through the window.

*Knock knock knock*

"That's a quality fucking knock," you murmur, "Please don't be an axe murderer, please don't be an axe murderer..."

The door opens and you see a c-cup redhead with green doe eyes looking back at you. Too comely to be hillbilly, but the layer of muscle on her arms and thighs tell you she's no stranger to manual labour. Your Jane Doe of the forest is decked out in a red, long sleeved top, with the top buttons undone and showing some cleavage, a tanned leather corset around her waist and matching shorts that cannot be safe for a lumberjack's line of duty but they show off her toned thighs and even more of her tanned skin. The outdoorsy girl looks you up and down for a moment before responding to the stranger on her doorstep.

Awwooooooooooh , she howls, "Now ain't you cute?!"

For the first time in a long time you feel like the one being hunted, ".....so Red Riding Hood fucked the wolf and got a Dukes of Hazard daughter..."

She tilts her head quizzically, "What's that handsome?"

You clear your throat, "Just a guess, Anna May?"

"Anna Marie actually, how'd you guess so close?"

You give a shrug, "Lucky guess maybe."

"Well Lucky, I take it your here for some cut?" she says as she gestures to your quest pad.

The phrasing gives you pause, "What in the Trillville?"

"The woodcutting job?" she clarifies.

"Ahem, yes that. Also, Duin."

"Pardon?" her voice is like honey from a beehive somewhere along the Maison Dixie line.

"Name's Duin," your turn to clarify.

"Hmmm, I like Lucky, better. Maybe you will too at the end of the day." Anna Marie struts towards the pile of wood you passed getting to her house and the view stops any rebuttal you had to bring called Lucky.

"Those shorts can't be standard issue." You think as you follow her.

Anna Marie points, "Here's the plan Lucky, this pile of trunks need to be cut down. Each bit of timber needs to be 16 inches long, halved and then quartered. You should be done by midday maybe, early dusk if yer lazy."

"Great she rhymes. Don't I need something to measure this with?"

Anna Marie shakes her head, "Nope, trust the axe."

You look at her, "Trust the axe?"

She points to a nearby axe conspicuously placed in a stump with the handle facing towards you.

As you step closer you notice an engraving of a wolf on the head that seems to faintly glimmer, "Okay, magic axe."

Anna Marie walks back towards the door, "I trust you two become good company quick, I'll be inside taking a bit of beauty rest. Knock when yer done."

You call out, "You typically leave your magical tools in the hands of strangers?"

She looks back at you as she steps towards the cabin, "Old Whistler there will cut your hands off long before you'd make it out of the forest. Take care."

With a smirk she continues her strut and you can see those short shorts begging for release as her well toned rump rocks from side to side up the 3 steps of her porch. That familiar tightening in your pants is followed by an unfamiliar feeling.

*HZZZZZZZM*

"Did the axe just hum?"

The sound stops as you stare at the bane of trees for a moment, "An ass man too I take it?"

Axe: *Happy buzzing sounds*

You smile, "We'll get along just fine."

You walk over to the pile of logs, and after freeing your chest to the elements you begin the manual labour, "Time to strip, free the nip. Let's do this."

Hours fly by like minutes, probably due to the magic of the axe. Your muscles are bulging, your arms are wet with sweat, there's still daylight so clearly you made good time.

As you look over the mathematic marvel of evenly cut pieces of wood you hear a certain sound for a second time today.

Awwooooooooooh!

Anna Marie sits on the porch railing and stares at you, "You're even bigger than I thought, look at you all buff and sweaty."

Something about the primal howl and her soft features makes you feel more manly than you should considering she probably does this work herself all the time. You tried to hide a smile as she walks over and puts her arms around your neck.

Pulling you closer and staring into her sweet green eyes, she parts her ruby lips, "Let's go."

You're not used to being seduced, but you sure as hell won't say no, "Sure, I'll take you anywhere."

She lets go of you and starts walking deeper into the woods, "That's sweet, but let's start at the watering hole. It'd be rude for me to send you home all covered in sweat. Warm hospitality means you need to be refreshed."

You blink and then look down at yourself, "Oh. Ohh, yeah right. I need a bath."

Before your shoulders have a chance to slump she follows up, "And leave the axe. The only wood I'm interested in is yours and I'm what you're splitting next now come on Lucky."

You place the axe back into the tree stump as it buzzes sadly.

You salute your partner in sawdust, "Sorry brother, looks like she doesn't want an audience. Promise I'll come back and fill you in on the details."

After hearing the axe buzz positively you follow your quest giver to some "warm hospitality."

After a few minutes of walking you end up by a gentle part of what's obviously a long running river. Your companion clearly isn't shy as she stares you down hungrily as you undress and you return the attention.

Slipping out of her tiny shorts, her toned rump comes into view as well as her shapely ass that shows she did indeed get that tan from being out and about. The tan lines makes her even more alluring and spark a bit of curiosity. She removes her corset and red shirt allowing her rosy tipped breasts to spill forward and curiously enough, no tan lines. Your host clearly spends a lot of time working topless.

As she stands there in the buck staring back at your equally nude form, you take in the sight. A Rosy red blush falls on her cheeks, shoulders and chest. Her trim midriff showing you the feminine physique of a woman who knows hard work. Her slim waist leads you to the small tuft of red hair between her leg, lighting a fire in your loins.

She licks her lips and looks over at you, "Hey there Lucky, carrying quite the log."

You stand before her at full mast. You start to walk towards her and she slowly steps back leading you into shallow water.

"If you don't mind." She gestures.

You follow her lead and lean back against a turned log near the side of the river and allow Anna Marie to wash you with the cool waters. You both coo softly from the sensations of the water against your hot bodies. She washes your shoulders and chest, tipping closer to make up for the height difference. As she reaches to pour water onto your your head, the head of your shaft rubs against her toned stomach. The gentle moan that comes out of the little woodswoman is enough to bring bath time to a close.

You grab her by the small of her back and she returns your embrace by wrapping her arms around your neck. As you kiss her ruby red lips, she tastes like wild ginger and her demure façade of bathing you earlier gives way to her hungrily devouring your lips and tongue.

Spurred on by the mewling tart in your grasp clearly yearning. You spin around so now Anna Marie has her back against the log. As you move your hands done to part her legs she pushes herself off of you.

Your erection almost painful as slight confusion comes over your face, before that longing look in her eyes makes you patient. Panting like a bitch in heat Anna Marie turns her back to you. Bracing against the log and arching her back, her tempting rump lifts out of the water and she sways inviting you to fuck her like she likes.

Hands resting at your sides, you bring your hips forward, Anna Marie shivering as your cockhead makes contact. With no hands you find yourself exactly where you need to be and begin sinking into her folds. She shudders as she moans at your intrusion and as the hot depths start to surround you the need to rut intensifies.

You wrap your hands around her petite waist and begin slow, long thrusts. Getting her used to your length not that you need to. She's been gyrating slowly since the first stroke, eagerly trying to wrangle more of your wood into her tunnel. You pick up the pace and she joins you. Her round rump pushing back to meet your forward thrusts, pulling back to the tip alone being left inside her and then hilting yourself inside the fit redhead.

Her moans are throaty, "Ahhh, fuck....ooohh- ah, mmhf"

Her hips grind as she asks, "Hiii- Maybe I- Ah, I'm, mmmn, the lucky one. Wh- hiiii, where do they even grow them this big?!"

You respond with a grunt, "The Bronx!"

The sound off the agitation of water mixed with the clapping of your hips against her toned ass has reached a crescendo as your rain powerful stroked into her petite body. This is now more about a moment of passion. You've got to defend the honour of New York. The honour of the Boogie Down Bronx and deliver dick. You reach a hand up and grab her hair. A good call as you now have two points of contact to pull her into your lustful thrusts and the roughness is very appreciated from the moans echoing. The two of you might be off on her personal bit of the river, but nothing is stopping anyone from passing by and glancing at you ravishing this delicious southern belle.

You shaft glides effortlessly, back and forth, in and out of her tight love tunnel. Her silken walls hug you with a softness that stands in opposition to her rough demeanour, but you are not complaining. Her wet embrace encourages you deeper and deeper, seeking her warmth against the backdrop of the cool river water.

Anna Marie's eyes have rolled into her head and her tongue hangs out of her mouth. Even now as her moans keep getting caught in her throat between gasps for air, she continues to push herself into you, meeting your thrusts.

And it's with one last thrust, kissing her womb one more time you see white lightening.

Her back stiffens as your torrent hits her. Rope after rope sprays against her womb and she howls into your orgasm. You hold her steady as she goes limp from reaching her own peak and you keep a firm grip on her after so she doesn't float away down the river.

Anna Marie relaxes in your hold, "Fuck! Best Lucky ever. I didn't even get a chance to tell you to pull out..."

After cleaning yourselves off a second time and redressing you make your way back to the log cabin. After getting your quest signed and you saying your goodbyes, you relay your dalliance to the appreciative axe and make your way back to town.