World's Biggest Vibrator
There was a tree here that had fallen years ago, and the top of its trunk had gotten caught, wedged in a crevice of the cliff, just under the top of the waterfall. Thus, the pounding water poured over its top. The rest of the log was at a nearly 45° angle, from its base, some five yards away. This slanted log had long since lost its outer bark, and its inner bark was worn smooth with time. Green moss was growing all over it, which made it velvety soft. One day, Tomek leaned back against it, and he noticed something. The log was vibrating. The heavy pounding of the waterfall torrent over its far end was causing the whole log to vibrate, with a heavy base thumping. As he leaned back and felt that heavy base thumping rumbling beneath him, he thought, some ladies would like this!
So the man got some ideas. Watch out, ladies, when a man has a plan.
The log had a number of lumps and bumps on it, from where branches had once grown. But they were relatively smoothed over by time. But there were a couple of sharp places, so he took his knife and whittled them smooth. Then he took a bottle of olive oil and poured it over the log. Well the moss, and the water trickling down the log, already made it smooth, why not make it yet more slippery?
And then he went and got Venecia. Every woman needs a vibrator, at least sometimes. And babe, have I ever got you one. A big one.
Venecia was wearing her old moss skirt, (like she did in the old days running barefoot in the jungle), and he just reached in and ripped her panties off.
He took her to the moss log, and started kissing her. Then he turned her around and pushed her gently down upon the slanted log, face first. Her face on the moss, her arms around the log, and her legs straddling it, with their feet reaching a few feet down to the ground.
Tarzan tore off his loincloth, where his own log was standing at about a 45° angle. And then he mounted her from behind. He pressed his body weight down hard against her, so she was squished between his man-log and the giant vibrating log of the waterfall. As the waterfall pounded over the top of the log, she could feel all its reverberations as they rumbled down through the log, vibrating their deep bass tones against her face, her bosom, and then especially, working into her thighs and crotch. At the same time, Tomek's man-log was busily sliding in and out of her own moss, at a determined pace, like he was a man on a mission. So it was a sort of two front assault. It wasn't long before she was clutching at the log, grinding into it, and after a while, moaning into the moss.
Now normally a man doesn't like it when his woman is hugging and clutching at another being, and grinding into it, even if it is just a tree spirit. A man feels a bit slighted when she grasps at and humps on a log that's bigger than his own. Especially a motherfucker like this one!
But he's willing to make an exception if he can be inside her, thrusting away while she gets her vibes, so he too can feel the bass as it rumbles through her womb and squeezes on his cock.
Aficionados of good dance music love to feel the bass. And you can definitely feel the bass when you're inside a woman who's really feeling it. When the heavy bass thumping rumbles through her body and the two of you dance to its groove.
After some time, he decided to up the ante. He began to really hump and bump and pump and pound on her. And so his bumping on her bumper began to push her up the log. Inch by inch, he pushed her up the log. Her feet were soon on her tiptoes, and then she couldn't even reach the ground, her feet just kicking wildly in the air, as he kept bumping her further up. He bumped her so far up, that even his long legs couldn't reach the ground, as they both clung to and humped on the slanted log.
Then he let go of the log, and centered all his weight directly on her. The man was on her back, riding her with all his weight. And though she gripped at the log with all her might, she began to slide, down the slippery slope. The misty, watery rivulets running through the Moss made the log slippery. And that olive oil made it slippery as lube. He'd lubed up that giant log vibrator for her.
Sliding down a slippery, mossy lubed log feels really, really good to a lass when her thighs are wrapped around it, and she feels the slide between her legs. And every now or then she'd slide over one of those bumps in the log, those little lumps where an offshooting branch once had been. Those made her moan out even louder, as it got to her.
Then they were all the way down at the base of the log, their legs squatting like frog legs.
And then he began to bump her back up.
And so, for quite some time there in the misty jungles, he'd pump her all the way up their love log, then let their weight slowly slide them down again.
It was delicious. Every time they slid back down to a squatting frog position, she'd cry out like a little girl, “Again! Again! Do it again!”
You can't disappoint your little love girl, so you give her your lollipop log and pump her back up again.
So on and on it went. I'd love to say that it never ended, and they're still out there in the jungle, doing it somewhere.
But I suppose they finally did have to get some sleep sometime.
I'll just leave you with this: that her final orgasmic cries were a doozy.
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