Finnish Wood (3 page)

When we reached Tampere, I had expected Aisha's to be the only burnished face in town—as Finland is a country not typically known for its ethnic diversity. As it happened there was, upon our arrival, a basketball tournament taking place at exactly the same time. The bar, the lounge and the corridors of the hotel were filled with gangly youths from as far a field as Italy, Canada and Brazil. They loped about the hotel, ducking their heads cautiously every time they entered a room or a lift. I've always found that the sports set have a buzz, an energy about them that I've always admired. Aisha seemed to enjoy it too, and I thought I'd caught her eyes wandering over the sleeveless arms of the handsome Brazilian players. My eyes, on the other hand, were drawn not to the players but to their glittering girlfriends.

During the days, I was honoured to spend some time with Aisha's father and his new wife. Their home was warm and inviting, full of gregarious relatives and spirited grandchildren. The culinary skill of Aisha's stepmother knew no bounds and she spoiled us with fresh salmon, and a truly sublime array of pastries and pies.

After days well fed and full of laughter, we would often slope into the hotel bar for a nightcap. The athletes, all of whom had to play or to train the next day, would usually be in bed. But when the girlfriends wanted to stay up, the result was a bar full of beautiful and well-lubricated ladies. Aisha was vaguely intimidated at first. But she soon realised that the cool exterior and glamorous poise of the sportsman's wag was all part of the show. As soon as she relaxed and let her guard down, Aisha was making friends in no time. Aisha introduced me to three pretty Spanish girls, and her irresistible charm meant that the four girls were soon chatting like sisters. Between all of the ladies' linguistic capabilities—Spanish, Portuguese, Finnish and a smattering of Mandarin—the lingua franca was still English and the Spaniards spoke very well.

Aisha and I awoke early the next day and began with a sumptuous Nordic breakfast—sweet, pickled fish; slabs of thick brown bread; wedges of handmade cheese and cloudberry jam. I took a few phone calls and Aisha went over her remaining itinerary before we both headed out to the vast, lush Pyynikin national park.

After a refreshing run, we made our way down to the lake where we met our Spanish friends from the previous night. One of the girls, Estel, had brought her boyfriend with her. At nearly 7 feet, Gabriel was a hulking, imposing figure. But, while competitive on the court, he was phlegmatic and softly spoken in company. The girls, as ever, looked ravishing and the clean Finnish air gave them an unmistakable glow.

Fins at play are a conservative lot and, while the lakeshore and the lawns beneath the pine trees were scattered with bikini-clad bodies, no Finnish girls were sunbathing topless. That didn't stop the Spaniards. They wriggled out of their fashionable clothes right down to their gloriously skimpy designer bikinis, before reaching behind them to untie and dismiss their bikini tops. I smiled, silently wondering why they had bothered to wear the bikini tops at all when their first action was to bare their breasts to the sun. And such beautiful breasts they were—so I kept the query to myself. The clean warm air and the abandon of the Spanish girls persuaded the usually reticent Aisha to go topless as well.

In the heat of the day, the cool, shallow water of the lake was a welcome relief as we waded out. After much splashing and frolicking, a game of “chicken” ensued. Estel mounted her cousin's shoulders and Aisha mounted mine, before the two elevated girls tussled in an effort to dislodge one another. As Gabriel was nearly as tall as two girls together, his unfair advantage meant that he was limited to spectatorship.

I would be lying horribly if I suggested that I didn't like the sensation of Aisha's naked legs around my neck. Her thighs were soft, strong and pliant and she shifted and bounced against my bare shoulders as she wrestled Estel. Their wet skin glistened in the sun and the droplets of water shook away from them like little gems. Both Aisha's and Estel's breasts were capped by dark, prominent nipples—Aisha's breasts slightly fuller and rounder, while Estel's made small, jubilant little cones. Regardless, I was transfixed as their glistening, limber bodies twisted this way and that, making their bosoms jiggle and jounce with every movement. As I've said, Aisha is often mistaken for being Latina and, seeing her nearly naked in front of Estel, the girls could have been sisters.

In time we returned to the beach, the girls gliding out of the water like sirens. We lay out on the floor of the forest and chatted idly for a while. The last time Aisha was here, there was not a soul to be seen and she stood, wrapped in six layers of clothing, gazing out over the frozen, snow-covered lake. She delighted the Spanish girls with tales of Finland in wintertime. Coming from their Mediterranean climate, the Spaniards could scarcely imagine the bleak midwinter's three hours of daylight, nor the sub-zero temperatures that froze the lake nearly to the bottom.

In time, Estel and Gabriel departed to stroll about the park, while Estel's cousin and her cousin's friend made their way back into town to do some shopping. Aisha and I made our way to the foot of the observation tower where we drank fine, strong coffee and feasted on warm, delicious
munkki
laced with cardamom. Replete with sugar and caffeine, we decided that a race up to the top of the tower was in order. She beat me, but not by much, and we burst out onto the top of the tower in breathless hysterics. From our vantage point, the whole of Tampere scrolled out before us, surrounded by acres and acres of lakes as smooth as blue glass. In the distance, we could make out Estel and Gabriel—their dramatic size difference evident even at that range—moving up along the ridge and heading for a heavily wooded coppice.

“It's beautiful in there,” Aisha said. “The trees are so dense, sometimes it can feel like twilight in the middle of the afternoon.”


“Show me,” I asked her.

“I don't want them to think we're following them,” she replied.

“In such a great forest, surely they'll never know we're there. Come.”

And with that, we descended the tower and made our way deeper into the forest. We walked up over the ridge and the forest closed in around us. From time to time, Aisha would take a handful of pine needles from the trees, crush them in her palm, and breathe deeply of their scent. She missed the smell of the pine in London; and the fresh, coniferous aroma seemed to have an almost narcotic effect on her as she continued along in a happy daze.

We wound our way through the trees in contemplative silence beneath the gathering gloam of the forest. Indeed, we had walked so far and so quietly that we surprised ourselves when we crested a hill to find Gabriel and Estel just below us. Had Aisha and I been talking, the silence of the forest meant that Gabriel and Estel would have heard us from a kilometer off. As it happened, they clearly did not.

Estel was naked—her clothes in a single pile so that, should she be surprised, she could quickly gather them. Gabriel was shirtless with his tracksuit trousers still on. Aisha looked at me and began to retreat back down the hill. I'm sure that my smile was more wicked than comforting. But when I inclined my head to show that I thought we should stay for a bit, Aisha didn't leave.

For a man of nearly seven feet, everything of Gabriel's was in proportion—his mighty hands, his colossal feet, and his rapidly tumescing penis. With two tiny hands Estel dove beneath Gabriel's waistband and hauled free the cyclopidian organ. The thing was heavy for her. But it was a beast she had tamed many times before. Gabriel stepped free of his trousers and smiled down at Estel. Beside me, Aisha had become less reticent and more curious. With a handful of pine needles still clutched beneath her nose, she looked on in rapt silence. Estel began to massage the huge member in her little hands—moulding and manipulating it until it had no choice but to stand to attention. Standing, she had barely even to bend to take the tip of the thing into her mouth. She put the whole of her body into sucking him. Her buttocks writhed in slow circles as she worked her jaw wider and wider to take in the monstrous cock rearing up to meet her. Estel's slippery saliva began to coat the organ, and her hands began to work the length of shaft that her mouth could not reach. Gabriel's long legs nearly buckled under the onslaught of pleasure. But Estel's vitality for sucking and manipulating this monstrous cock would not be stopped.

Beside me, Aisha looked on with eyes wide. Having quickly passed the threshold of embarrassment, she seemed to be working her way through curiosity before gradually arriving at pure voyeurism. And little did she know that her propensity for voyeurism was making me much more at ease with my behaviour in the boutique. Still clutching her pine needles in one hand, she rested her other hand on my thigh to prop herself up and get a better look.

Below us, Gabriel's penis was helplessly swollen and throbbing before his naked little nymph of a girlfriend. Even when her blowjob finally let up and she removed her mouth and hands, the mighty organ before her lost none of its mass. For a moment she left it there, pulsing and glistening in the fresh forest air. She turned and leant toward a tree, bracing her hands against a broad, low-hanging branch. She arched her back and raised herself up onto her toes, presenting her smooth, ripening pussy to Gabriel and, inadvertently, to us.

Gabriel's giant hands encircled her waist, his fingers nearly meeting above and below. He bent his knees and prepared to enter Estel. The mighty warhead of his penis probed insistently at Estel's vagina. But so broad was it that, despite the slickness of it and of her, it would not enter unaided. Slowly, he lubricated first one, then two, then three, and then four fingers before easing them gently inside her. Each time he introduced another digit he licked his own fingers, savouring the copious honey of his lover's cunt. When he had relaxed the sheath of her vagina, Gabriel took one hand and firmly placed the head of his huge penis at the entrance.

In pornography, cocks always seem to fit with cunts. In the real world, however, people come in all shapes and sizes and this sort of coupling often needs time. Theirs was a fine example. Slick with all of their lubricants, Gabriel gradually increased the pressure of his cock-head against Estel's slowly yielding pussy—slowly nudging and widening that slickened passage a millimeter at a time. Finally, his girth spread her inner lips to their widest diameter. Estel's face, in profile, oscillated wildly between expressions of deepest pleasure and exquisite pain. Gabriel knew the effect of his size, and he entered her slowly but insistently. Piece by piece, every slippery centimeter spread her just a little wider. Every wince, every quiver of her lips soon gave way to expressions of deepest satisfaction. For every moment in which she seemed unable to take any more, there were twice as many in which she seemed as though she never wanted it to end.

With just over half his length inside her, Gabriel began to pump slowly. Estel's eyes widened and Aisha's followed suit. Having adapted to his girth, Estel was suddenly overwhelmed by his motion. Her mouth gaped at the slippery friction of the massive piece churning deep within her cunt. As he pumped, Gabriel was slowly but surely working the entire length of his penis into his lover. Estel's wide eyes said that the tip of Gabriel's cock had just begun to probe and massage her cervix. Aisha's wide eyes said that she understood. And the thought of the two girls independently sharing that moment together had a predictably intoxicating effect on me and my recalcitrant cock. But with a history of sordid dreams and voyeurism behind me—not to mention having just persuaded Aisha to stay and watch two beautiful people fuck—I sought to hide my excitement so as not to unsettle my muse.

With a less careful lover, Estel would have been in unbearable pain. As the walls of her vagina had flexed and given way to the gentle giant, so too did her cervix begin to relax and retreat. With every thrust, Gabriel could tell when it was safe to push deeper. And, in time, Estel's tiny, brave little body had enveloped every last bit of Gabriel's masterful cock right down to its hilt.

Together, they developed a steady rhythm. Gabriel was now able to fully withdraw his intimidating penis right to the tip, before plunging deeply back inside her. Estel's rapture only increased as Gabriel fucked her harder. Sweet syrup flowed from her now, her sopping pussy sloshing lewdly and noisily as Gabriel's organ swung in and out. Aisha's hand was hot on my thigh and I could feel her pulse racing my own. As their pleasure mounted, Estel and Gabriel tried not to vocalise their joy. His moans were of a low enough timbre to be muffled by the trees. But Estel struggled to contain herself. Her whimpers and muffled cries of delight made a song that could not be confused with anything else in the forest. It was a thing of luck that no one else stumbled upon them…..They might have been embarrassed.

Gabriel's cock and Estel's thighs and buttocks gleamed with her own cunt-honey. Totally delirious now, Estel had begun to buck back onto Gabriel with every thrust, sending him to the absolute depths of her being. Gabriel's balls, once swinging heavily and rhythmically, had tightened into a huge, bulbous globe. He was close to losing his sperm to his lover, but he held on just for her.

Estel did her best to maintain a steady rhythm. But the rising tide of orgasm was beginning to make predictable motion difficult. Her muscles grew tight and her face contracted into a grimace which, under any other circumstance, might even have been violent. Her sex within was as swollen and sensitive as Gabriel's was without. Estel was helpless as Gabriel's penis grazed back and forth over her tender g-spot and inflamed the walls of her cunt with tantalising repetition. As her tiny body shuddered into an all-consuming climax, she closed her eyes and clenched her fists, fairly stripping handfuls of bark from the tree supporting her. As the spasms wracked her body, her pussy twitched and pulsed around Gabriel's penis. For the poor youth who had been staving off his orgasm for so long, there was nothing he could do as his lover's pussy quivered and kneaded, milking him for his seed. With the contractions of his orgasm, Gabriel's animal groans caught in his throat. So, in near silence, Gabriel's hot cum splashed powerfully into his lover, splattering her cervix and coating the already-flooded canal of her pussy. His concentration lost, and his motor functions beyond his control, he no longer remembered that he had to bend his knees. As he bucked and shivered, he straightened his legs. Estel, already on tiptoes, was lifted off the ground. Her little toes pawed at the earth as she was literally impaled and lifted on the organ now shamelessly spewing cum into her body. She took no notice. She was still cumming, hard and deep. If anything, her helplessness prolonged her orgasm. Now, she could do nothing but cum. She could not get down even if she wanted to. Her eyes rolled in her head, her hands clutched at the tree trunk, and her feet kicked uselessly at the ground beneath her.