Phil's Site

She walked for mile after mile down the dusty lane. She started to wonder if she would ever find it, even though her mother said it was out there. She rounded a bend in the road and there it was, the woodcarver's shop. Just like her mother described it, the outer walls were made from vertical slats of old, rough hewn wood. The roof was thatched. There were no signs telling what it was, just a front door.

She entered to find herself in a vestibule. On the walls were coat hooks and on the floor wooden boxes. She went through the second door. The smell of raw wood overwhelmed her, making her dizzy and disoriented. The floor was covered in wood shavings several inches thick. The walls had wooden carvings of torsos attached to them; no head, no arms or legs, just bodies. Each had a name and an age on a placard. The ages ranged from nine to thirteen. She tried to see her mother's name but there were just too many carvings up there. They were the carved wooden torsos of girls who had just entered puberty. Their engorged nipples were tinted anywhere from dusky pink to tea tan. The pudendum was spread open wide and the inner, rosy colored vulva, with its inner lips, hood, clitoris, and the entrance to the vagina, was carved in exquisite detail. It took her breath away just looking at all of them.

The woodcarver's shop was supposed to be magical, but she saw nothing magical about it. If anything, it looked a bit dingy and in need of a good cleaning.

The man behind the counter was dressed in dungaree coveralls. He was young, much younger than she expected if he were the same man that carved her mother's torso. He was handsome, oh, so very handsome, with jet black hair and matching eyes.

"May I help you?" he asked.

"Are you Joe, the woodcarver?"

"Yes, I am."

Will you carve me? She held her breath, wondering what she would do if he said no.

She could feel the warmth of his smile as he looked at her. She smiled her best smile back. "I want you to go back to the vestibule, take off all your clothes, and come back here," he said.

That is exactly what her mother told her he would say. She was ready to do that, like all children of the village she grew up being naked within the confines of her house, but at the same time being completely naked in front of a stranger was going to be huge for her.

As she was walking out she saw one lone niche above the door that was empty except for a placard that read JENNY AGE 11. She stopped and stared. That was her name and that was her age. But that could not possibly mean her; it was her first trip to the shop.

In the vestibule she took off her shoes and placed them in the wood box on the floor. She took off her dress and hung it on the coat hook. It took all her willpower to push her panties to the floor and as she did that she started trembling. She did not understand, she looked forward to doing this for a long time, but now that she was there she was scared. Jenny hung the panties beneath her dress so no one would see them if they came in there. With knocking knees she pushed open the door and reentered the shop.

She looked across the room and he was standing in front of the counter, just as naked as she was. With her every unsure step she took toward him she noticed his penis rise and thicken. It was the handsomest cock she ever saw, much nicer than her father's or her friends'. She found she could not take her eyes off of it; it was mesmerizing. When she stopped within two feet of him she was staring at it and the eye in the tip was staring back.

He tilted her head up and at the same time made sure she was in the first stage of puberty. He confirmed her nipples had grown and they had taken on a delicate pink hue. He said, "Don't be frightened. I won't hurt you. I want you to do me a favor and step up onto the platform." She looked where he pointed and saw the slab of a large round tree trunk. She could see the annular rings between blotches of red and pink.

Jenny stepped up onto the platform and turned to face him again. Joe reached out and gently took her nipple between thumb and forefinger. His fingers were warm and a faint electric buzz went through each nipple which made them thick and pointy.

"Look down," he said. When she did she saw her pink nipples were sitting proudly on the slight rise of her breasts. "Do you see the blocks nailed to the platform?" he asked.

She looked further down. "Yes."

"I want you to slide your feet until they are resting against the blocks."

She looked at how far the blocks were spread apart. "I don't think I can."

"You must." The warmth had left his voice and was replaced with sharpness.

She slid her feet as he directed and when she was sure she could go no further she forced her legs apart until her feet finally touched the blocks. It felt like her crotch was going to rip apart at any second. He slid his hand between her legs and she realized her cunny was split open just like the carving on the wall. There was the same warm feeling and slight electric buzz as when he touched her nipples. She quickly found herself wet and aroused.

Joe picked up a piece of tree branch and immediately started whittling it. She watched in absolute fascination as the wood chips went flying. When it finally started taking form he compared it to his hard-on. He kept whittling and kept comparing. When it was done to his satisfaction it was an exact image of his genitals right down to the veins that popped the skin. She watched as he held the carving by the scrotum and put it between her legs.

"This is going to jolt, but not hurt. Do not move."

"Okay." His voice sounded so sincere that she could not help but believe him. She felt the wooden penis press against her hymen. Her heart started beating a mile a minute. She concentrated hard on not moving, but in the end the force of the dildo against her hymen made her rise to her toes.

He snapped at her, "Hold still, damn it."

She knew her body did not want to obey. She planted her heels firmly against the wood, and imagined they were nailed down. He put more and more pressure on the dildo until suddenly the hymen gave away and the wood penis shot up into her vagina. Just like he promised there was not the slightest amount of pain. She felt something wet and warm trickle down her leg. She looked down and saw a trail of blood running down the inside of her leg until it joined the other older red spots on the wood platform.

Joe pulled the wooden penis out of her vagina. She could see that it too was covered in blood. He gripped the shaft with one hand and the scrotum with the other and broke it into two pieces. He threw the scrotum away. From a drawer in the front of the counter he took out a leather fob with an attached brass screw. He screwed the fob into the end of the wooden penis. From behind her she heard him say, "Just relax and everything will be okay," in his soothing voice. There was hardly any resistance as his finger entered her anus. He withdrew it and then inserted the wood cock. She could not believe how calmly she took it or how easily the wood cock slid into her rectum.

He walked around to the front with the wood cock left where he put it. "Now listen very carefully. You are not to take that out under any circumstances except to relieve yourself which should not happen until tomorrow morning. After you are through defecating you are to wash both the dildo and your backside before reinserting it. Don't worry; it can only go in so far and no further. There is absolutely no chance of it going completely inside of you. Do you understand all that I said?"

"Yes, sir."

"I will see you again next Tuesday at ten AM. Now go home."

Jenny dressed and left the woodworking shop. All the way home she was conscious of the wood penis in her rectum. With every step she could feel the leather fob caught between the halves of her buttocks.

When she got home her mother asked, "Did you meet the woodcarver?"

"Yes, I did."

"Did he do you?"

Jenny knew what her mother meant. "Yes."

Just like he said, she had no urge to defecate until the following morning. She pulled on the fob to back the dildo out of her rectum, she did what had to be done, and then took a shower taking the dildo inside the shower with her. She carefully washed it and herself. If it was wood it was a different kind of wood than she knew about. That part of it which represented the glans was soft and spongy. The exterior covering was soft and moved easily over the hard center shaft. It felt like flesh, but Jenny knew better, she had watched him carve it out of a tree branch. Jenny worked up her resolve, bent over and pushed the shaft back into her rectum.

She helped her mother around the house and played with her friends, all the while the dildo resided in her rectum. With the thought and feel of the wood penis inside her, she was constantly aroused. Her nipples never shrunk back to their relaxed size. She masturbated two to three times a day without relief from a constant sexual craving. It felt so good to play in her pussy and diddle her clitoris.

Her mother warned her only to do what the woodcarver told her to do and Jenny promised she would.

On Tuesday Jenny walked back to the woodcarver's shop. As soon as she was in the vestibule she took off her clothes. He was again naked and his penis rose at her approach. Just like last time she found herself staring at his erection.

"Did you wear it like I told you?" he asked.

"Yes, all week except to defecate."

"That's a good girl. Now up on the platform like last week." As she stood with her feet against the blocks she saw a three foot by three foot section of a thick tree trunk on a table directly in front of her. It had been skinned of its bark and glowed a soft golden color. He chiseled at the log occasionally looking at her as if getting mental measurements. At the end of two hours her muscles screamed with pain, although she did not say one word of complaint. Joe went behind her and withdrew the dildo. He washed it in a bucket of sudsy water and dried it with paper towels. He stepped up to her and slid the dildo into her vagina.

"You can get down now," he said.

Her legs did not want to move from being in one position for so long and he helped her to stand. The platform raised her to the same height as him. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her. It was just a short kiss. He reached up and pinched her cheeks until her jaw spread and her mouth opened. He kissed her again before she had a chance to close her mouth. She had never been kissed like that before. All her previous kisses had been chaste closed mouth affairs from either her father or a boy she liked at school. His hand clutched her buttock and pushed her body against his cock. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She was quite out of breath and giggly when they parted.

"You will wear the wood cock inside your vagina this week. Don't worry, it can't fall out, nor is there any reason for you to take it out."

She nodded her understanding. She looked at the log he had been working on. In no way did it reflect her body. It had a long way to go. He let her stay an extra hour. She helped him clean his tools. She felt good about working side by side with him.

"How did it go today?" her mother asked.

She told her mother about posing and the tree trunk, but as she explained she realized her mother already knew from her own experience.

"And the dildo is in place?"

Instead of answering Jenny opened her legs, and showed her mother the leather fob dangling from her cunny.

"I see you were a good girl there today," her mother said.

"How do you know?"

"The dildo in your vagina tells me that you were good. If it were in your rectum it was because you somehow displeased him, and let me tell you, he displeases easily. You did well for only your second visit. I think this calls for a reward, perhaps a new dress."

"Oh, momma, that would be great."

Jenny thought of the previous week and how he had barked at her on two separate occasions. She was sure that was the reason she had to wear the dildo in her anus.

Jenny's father came home from work and looked at his naked daughter. It seemed to him that it wasn't that long ago that she was a flat chested little girl. Then he saw the fob between her legs and immediately felt sad. So the woodcarver got to her too. He knew he should have expected it. The woodcarver had robbed young girls of their virginity for about as long as the town existed. It was a superstition that the woodcarver was looking for the perfect mate, and, once found, the girl would be his slave for the rest of eternity. He thought that would have been enough to deter the girls from going to him, but quite the opposite was true. All the village girls sought out the woodcarver. No one knew if this was the original woodcarver or from a long line of descendents. The only thing was, the woodcarver never seemed to age. Her father consoled himself with the thought that the woodcarver had not found the perfect mate in the hundreds of girls he deflowered so the chance it was Jenny were slim to none.

Jenny jumped up when she saw him and gave her father a kiss on the cheek. Her aroma overwhelmed him.

As they ate supper her father knew he had to do something about his desires. Right after supper he took a long ice cold shower. Just as soon as he walked into the living room and smelled the odor he knew it wasn't working. He took off his robe and sat on the couch. "Come sit by me," he told Jenny and she obeyed. It was not all that unusual for the two of them, both naked, to cuddle together, what was unusual was that her father had an erection. Still, in her sweet innocents, she did not understand the ramifications of that. He put his hand on her thigh and let it drift up until his finger touched the fob. It gave him a strong shock. At that same moment her mother said, "You don't want to cross that line." Her father quickly took away his hand. Jenny was sorry, his hand felt good on her thigh. Jenny felt bewildered by all that was going on.

Her father avoided Jenny from then on, but she noticed when he did come near her there was a definite tenting of his pants.

Jenny asked her mother, "Why is daddy avoiding me?"

"You're constantly in heat. You are throwing off pheromones like crazy. Men find it almost impossible to resist."

"What are pheromones?"

"They are aromatic signals that you want sex."

"What can I do?"

"Absolutely nothing about the smell. Try to stay away from your father as much as possible. No cuddling. No more going naked in front of him."

That is not what she wanted to hear. The dildo constantly hummed in her vagina making her want her father to touch her all the more.

The mother designed the dress knowing exactly what her daughter was going though. The front was open in a vee down to the bottom of the breast bone so her daughter could rub her nipples when they demanded she do so. The skirt was short and full cut to make it easy for Jenny to touch her cunny.

The following Tuesday Jenny was back on the platform at the woodcarver's shop. She stood stock still as the woodcarver ran his hands down her body paying particular attention to her breasts, buttocks and vulva. His hands on her body felt so good she wished he would not stop, but then he went to the tree log and ran his hands sensuously over it.

Curiosity getting the best of her, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"Searching for your body." She looked at him like he was crazy. "Your torso is within the wood. I have to find it so I know what wood to remove." A frown came to her face. She never heard of such a thing. There was a moment of glare on his face before he returned to what he was doing.

Jenny was sent home immediately after the session with the dildo in her rectum. She wished she would have kept her mouth shut. She much preferred the dildo in her vagina.

Jenny was not happy with life at home. She avoided her father who she loved very much and for the first time in her life she wore clothes when her father came home from work. Her only small joy was looking forward to Tuesday and posing for the woodcarver.

For the third and fourth week he continued to feel her body and the log. She loved to watch his penis which was always hard in her presence. It would bobble around as he worked and ooze precum that dripped to the floor. She kept her mouth shut for fear of upsetting him and then having to wear the wood penis in her rectum for the week. She was rewarded both weeks with him placing the dildo in her vagina. She liked the feel of the fob brushing her thighs as she walked and the way the dildo hummed in her vagina keeping her constantly wet and aroused.

During her fifth week pose he said, "I found it," after again feeling her body and the log. He started chiseling the wood in earnest. She saw the transformation in him. He smiled and whistled as he worked. After two hours work a lot of chips had flown, but there was still a lot of wood to go.

"We should celebrate," he said. "Would you like to have sex with me?"

"Really?" She could hardly contain her excitement. All those weeks of wearing the wood penis only made her dream of having it replaced with the real thing.

She expected the bedroom to be as unkempt as the shop and was pleasantly surprised to find it immaculate. It had a king size bed with a feather comforter. He tickled her until she was laughing uncontrollably. He kissed and licked her. He sucked on her nipples and licked the inside of her vulva. When he demanded that she suck his penis, she did so with unreserved joy. She loved the sweet taste of the necter that flowed out of it and down her throat. He told her that from then on she would suck his penis and swallow his cum before she posed, and she agreed wholeheartedly. Why not, she loved his cock, was obsessed with it.

When she got home late that night she was so excited she told her mother about her first fuck in great detail. Her mother was glad for her. She said, "I still remember my first time. He is a wonderful lover. I bowed to his every demand."

"Yes, mother, I loved every time he told me what to do. I still cannot believe the passion I put into kissing his anus."

On her next visit she could not wait until she sucked his cock and drank his juices. "It's habit forming, isn't it?" he asked her. That made no difference, to her it was an aphrodisiac. "You will soon be addicted to it." he said. She didn't care, the taste alone made her heart beat fast and her pussy throb.

He waited several weeks and when he was sure she was addicted to his semen he told her, "If you wish to continue receiving the honey from my penis, then you must do everything I tell you." Jenny answered, "I promise, I will." There was nothing she wouldn't do for him and nothing he didn't do to her. In the simplest terms, she became his fuck toy.

Each Tuesday for the next six weeks the woodcarver spent two hours carving wood while Jenny posed and six hours in bed having sex with her. They did not eat and she did not miss it, she was in love. She was in love with his cock that brought her so much joy. She was addicted to his semen just like he said she would be. He knew how to manually bring her to climax and it was exactly the same way she masturbated--in the doggy position. She wondered how he knew how she did it. Every Tuesday she experienced multiple orgasms. She loved the feeling of being awash in his semen in her vagina and rectum. She was delirious with happiness. She was positive she would be the girl he chose to be his slave. Forever sounded good to her.

He told her she was not to wear clothes until he was finished. She walked home completely naked, her dress and shoes still in the vestibule. She would stay naked until the end, whenever that might be. It was traditional. When she went to town the men avoided her, those that did not, those that smelled her powerful sexual odor and gazed at her bare genitals with the fob hanging from her nether lips were treated to a painful erection. It was fair warning that she was the woodcarver's nymph, his private property, and to be avoided at all costs.

The torso slowly took shape as he went from big chisels to little chisels, gouges and then sandpaper. He spent two weeks just carving her genitals into the wood. He tinted the nipples and inner vulva to match her coloring. He finished it with a coating of wood preservative.

On the twelfth week she found her wood torso laying on the platform. She could not believe how it was an exact copy of her body right down to the mole developing on her pubic mound. When she looked close she could see the grain of the wood. It was beautiful.

"Touch the genitals," he said. "It has turned out perfect." Her hand went to the vulva. The wood was soft, damp, and felt like flesh. It gave her goose bumps just touching it.

He sat her down and held her hand. "We are done. You came oh so close, but I am sorry to say you are not my perfect mate. This is goodbye, and I wish you nothing but luck in your future."

She cried for months after that. Jenny longed for his penis that fit so perfectly into every part of her body and craved the taste of his semen that made her feel so euphoric.

Author's notes

If you're ever in Duuddleville take the time to go out to the woodcarver's shop and see the hundreds of early puberty, torso carvings affixed to the walls. It is absolutely mind boggling. On your way out look above the door for the torso marked, JENNY AGE 11, that is the torso of my wife. When I first met her she showed me a velvet lined box with a carved wood penis inside. She told me it was magical, that it felt like real flesh, that once inserted into her body it resisted coming out, and tingled when it was in, keeping her in a constant state of arousal. To me, it is no more than a piece of maple hardwood carved in the shape of a penis. There is a double tailed leather pendant of roughly one by two inches dangling from the bottom of the wood penis. It is inscribed with curious mark that my wife swears means, "Property of the woodcarver." Strangely enough, that mark matches a birthmark on my wife's pubic mons.

My daughter just turned nine and is already showing the first signs of puberty. How fast they grow up these days. Soon now, it will be her turn to lose her virginity to Joe, the woodcarver, and take her chance that she is, "The One."

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