My name is Berry Wren. My last name aint important because my mama said that's who HE is. She said that my having his name was only a thing of pride for him. She said I am Berry Wren because I was born on the path by the blackberry bushes in the woods. She said she was reaching for a big fat blackest of black berry when her water broke and I insisted on being born right then. As I was being born, as I made my way down, into, thru, her tunnel, she shout out my being. She shout as loud as she could..to testify my being..presenting me to the world as I was being birthed. She was on the ground, on the path, next to the blackberry bush and she spied the crushed berry in her palm. "Berry!" she gasped out. A defiant wren plucking another big berry from the bush even when the others flew, frightened by my mama's loud cries, looked my mama in the eye. "Wren!". The bird flew. My mama shout with all her heart. "BERRY WREN! BORN IN THE BUSH! ON A PATH SHE KNOWS WELL! SHE IS STRONG! PASSIONATE! (pant) WISE! (pant pant) SWIFT! (gasp) SHE WILL LIVE! SHE (gasp) WILL (gasp gasp) INSIST ON IT!" Then my mama passed out. But all who ran to her aid when they heard her shouts knew who I was; knew how I would be like that defiant wren, who insisted on having that last big berry.
She never told them how she knew I was gonna be a gurl tho.
Part 2 of Berry and the Garden of Earthy Delights
The garden was mine now. The path long overgrown and the blackberries still grew but the bushes were wild, tangled; much like my hair these days...but I liked my hair this way. Mama wore her hair the same way. Mama has long gone to her reward and as she lay dying she told me "You are as I cried out. You won't be able to change" then she closed her earthly eyes for good She was right you know. I can't help my passion. It is as strong as the rest of me.
The man has followed me again. I sense him. Even as I turn my back to him, my body awakens, becomes aware, because it know his footsteps, here in the garden. He knew I would be naked...he watches for it. I hate him. I hate that he knows me. I turn and face him to vehemently hiss
"This is MY garden "
I dont care that I am naked.
"I come here to commune with my world, to feel and to be. You are the intruder here."
He stares into my eyes as he reaches for my breasts. I try to pull back but he is pinching my nipples, refusing to let go as he stares...always staring. When I see him in town he stares. When I carry my baskets of berries to market he is there, staring at my breasts, scorching my nipples with his heated looks.
"Berry Wren. Who refuses to use her Daddy's name. Look at you. You are now as you were then. Naked as the day you were born, in the garden you were born in. The garden where you were made."
His words shocked me and he stilled my questions with a hard kiss that forced my lips to open to his plundering tongue. He reached down and rubbed at my pussy with his long long fingers. I broke free and turned to run but he simply followed me and within three long strides I was back in his arms and he was forcing me to the ground. He raised a knee to force my legs apart, while his fierce kiss kept me from crying out. His fingers found my clit and plucked, and rubbed until my honey ran for him. He chuckled at how my body betrayed itself for him and this angered me even more...but...he never stopped. He suckled and nibbled on my nipples making them grow large for him. His fingers explored my swollen pussy, pulled at my engorged clit, dipped inside my tunnel to encourage it to grab hungrily at his sweet sweet fingers.
I moaned for him
I held my tit's for him to bite.
I spread for him.
I am his.
I hate him.
He turned me over in his arms so that my ass was facing him. So that his fingers could explore there. To make me want to give that part of me to him too. He placed me on my hands and knees and gently pushed my shoulders down so that my tits lay flat against the ground. My ass up... in the air...then he gave me a searing lick the whole length of my cunt and ass. I shivered for him...waited for what he would do next.
but there was nothing.
nothing.
I looked around and he was making his way back down the path!
Before he was out of my sight, the wind carried his voice back to me
"We will meet again Berry Wren"
While I stared at his disappearing back I rubbed my aching clit until I gasped my release.
I wondered how he knew I was concieved here in the bush, on the path, next to the garden.
I didnt even know that!
I wondered who he was and how he knew me.
I wondered how could I let him do all those delicious things to me
chirp
a wren on the ground, at my side, looked me in the eye before he flew.
there, next to my hand, lay a large ripe blackberry
Then it hit me...
Wrens only eat insects...
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It's been a year now and I cannot forget how that man came upon me in my garden. He took advantage of my nudity. He sucked until my nipples distended, lengthened, and then he pinched them hard. I loved it dammit! I loved what he did to me. He forced me to my knees and made me rear my ass in the air for him. I was open to him and he could see all that I was. He saw me pulsate... for him. I could feel his eyes. I felt them travel the length of my thighs watching rivulets of me crawling down them. For him...
Then. Then... I felt his tongue on my clit, and in a slow sweep he licked all my juices running his tongue all the way up to dip, just once, into my ass...
before he took his leave.
He said we would meet again. Is that why I've refused to travel anywhere else? Is that why I have worked hard to clean up my garden, pruning, cutting back, fertilizing, growing? My fruits and berries are the largest, sweetest, juciest of anyone anywhere. Ha! People have traveled over 50 miles to sample "Berry's Berries"! I'm famous; but...there's always something. Something on the edge of my mind I cannot grasp. When I take my fruits and berries to the market I try keep my eyes from darting to the shadows and edges... looking for that constant stare. That secret smile.
And the wrens? I remember Mama loved them so. She was always makin' those bird houses out of plastic cut-down milk bottles. littering up the land. And not just a few! She made at least 200 that she hung in the shadowy places in the the trees in the garden. Her garden. her garden in the bush. Tellin' me some shit about how the male wren builds several nests and then he finds a mate and brings her to each one to let her pick where they gonna raise their family. And then I would just twist my lips in disgust and ask her "Why cant you at least like a pretty bird Mama? like a blue jay or a cardinal? Wrens are so little and plain ole brown!" Thinking about Mama makes me chuckle. She would put her hands on her hips, after pushing that wild hair from her face, become as disgusted as I and tell me "You don't know what I know Miss Berry Wren. I'm tryin' to teach yo lil' smart ass somthing about this land. This garden in par-tick-u-lerrr!" Then the wrens, and there were always a horde of them around, would start chirping and singing like crazy as if to say "testify Gurl! We gotchyo Back!" I wish I would have listened to her more though. Out of respect and love for her I bought about a hundred of those little wooden unpainted bird houses at the craft store and painted each one with bright designs and hung them in the trees while the landscapers cleaned up the garden for my business. They were all filled and I had to go get more. So many wrens. At least the worms, beetles, and all the other insects that could ruin her garden were kept a bay by these little insectivores. I think I have come to love these plain little birds. Especially that one that likes to hang around me. He's cute the way he just stares...I look at the wren real quick like and he IS staring!.. "Shoo" ..He stares. I throw the bird house I am working on at him.. "GET".. He hops a few bird feet to the left, looks me in the eye, then flies to a near by tree to resume staring. Now this is just weird. I remember Mama was always talking to the wrens as if they were old friends, she could tell many of them apart and she even named some of them. And they were all men's names!
Now I am spooked and it is almost suppertime so Im just gonna go...
"Berry. Berry Wren. made in this garden. born in this garden. where her Mama shouted out her being there on the path next to the blackberry bush."
He took my hand, turned it palm up and there he placed a blackest of black berry. It crushed in my hand as I tried to turn and run, but he had my wrist and it was no effort at all for him to pull me into his embrace. He kissed me; sweetly this time. Nibbled my lobe as he ripped my tee from my body. Still I struggled. I wasn't going to let it be like the last time.
"I am Berry! This is MY garden"
He forced the palm with the crushed berry close to my mouth and said "Partake of your garden. It will give you strength, uncommon vigor, acceptance, much, much willingness (a slight secret smile)...it will sweeten your juices and keep them swift."
I could not move my hand away. I licked the mangled berry from my palm, thrilled by the not unpleasant electric like shock that immediately made my tongue snake out to lick my hand clean. I felt my body integrate with the hum of life all around me. I was one with the land. I knew. I knew the path. Mama cried out that I would.
I wanted to ask questions. A million questions! but I couldnt. My body wouldnt allow it. I did not need his pinches, his suckles, my nipples were reaching out to him on their own, tender, sore, needing.
My cunt ... I had to rip my skirt away to grab at it. To assuage the ache, the throbs, the pumping, pushing my cum over the edge. It poured down my legs . I walked to him still rubbing my pussy, my furnace. I placed my free hand on his chest (i refused to let go of my clit) and looked up at him.
"Help. Help me. You... you are...
"I am called Wren"
Then he Grabbed my tits and sucked hard, pulling his head back as far as he could to make my nipple stretch, it hurt. He wouldnt let go even while he undressed. It felt so good. he was loosening the earth of me. tilling my soil so he could plow me and plant his seed. I felt my self floating backward to the path. I looked around. We were on the ground by the lillys. I could smell them. So lovely. I could smell the earthworms. the ones in the ground. I could hear the wasps in that tree overhead, I heard the ants crawling in their hill. I heard the wrens. Wren. He said his name is Wren. He was naked and on his knees his long supple fingers were playing stacatto on my tit's and nipples like a harpists. Then he turned toward my pussy, his ass facing me so that i could see his balls dangling there, i reached out and cupped them, weighed them, I wanted them in my mouth. As if he read my mind he swung a leg over my head and there we were, on the path, next to the lillys, in the bush. He was rubbing is face in my soaked cunt and I rubbed mine in his balls in return. The birds. no. the wrens. I could hear them. They were loud. I could hear them all around us. He is sucking, licking, scooping out my honey with the curve of his tongue. I can hear him swallow. I cant get enough of him. I suckle the right one. I want the left one. I need them . I nuzzle at his nutsac to manuver the sweet globes and am rewarded when my mouth is filled with them. The wrens... so close. so loud. I am ready to cum. He realizes this and quickly turns around to place me on my knees and push my face to the ground. My ass up for him, he does that clit to ass lick again then before I can make a move, before i can cum he kneels behind me and rams into me. He slams it in, he pulls it out slow, slams it, pulls it slow, slams. slams again. slam. slam. slam. slam. slam. slam. The birds. a cacophony. I scream with the release. I feel my juice rush to cream all over his cock. my pussy muscles grabbing, sqeezing. he roars his release. flooding me. rushing into my womb. seeking. seeking.
I'm still. my ass is still in the air my head turned to the right and resting on my hands. our mingled creams sliding down my thighs. chirping, chirping. bird song. close. very close. But it is a welcome sound. It feels like a family celebration of sorts.
something deep inside me wants to become wary of that feeling. A red flag? But Wren has produced a handful of black berries for me. I hadn't had supper and after that bout of fucking i am ravenous. He motions for me to stay in that position and he sits cross legged in front of me to feed me. I don't mind. I am focusing on that sensation from the berries again, but it is ten times stronger. I wave my ass from side to side. I cant keep still. I look at him as I chew the last berry and see him looking up and behind me.
Someone else has entered me. I don't mind. Wren has grabbed my nipples and begun pinching and squeezing. such a sensation. I match my rythym to my unknown fucker. Wren leans back and slides his cock to my mouth and I wrap my lips around it hungrily. I lap at his balls. run my tongue up his shaft so the tip of it can seek that opening and wiggle there a little bit. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. birds loud. are they cheering? fuck. fuck. Wren smiles at whoever is fucking me and says
"Here Wren, lemme open that up for you."
Then he reaches behind me with both hands and spreads my cunt farther apart, deep fuck. deeper. Oh Yeah thats good. deeper. squish.
"Did... did... did you call him Wren?" Oh my ...damn thats so good! I need to press my ass into his cock and grind hard. Wren places his cock back in my mouth, he is pulling my nipples again, hard. My unknown fucker and I are slaming into each other. He has reached around to diddle my clit while he is fucking me. He doesnt wait for me to cum. I feel the flood. I cannot maintain this position and I fall down. my face in Wrens lap and the other Wren has pulled out of me and standing there with a satisfied grin on his face rubbing his cock. I stand. I still need to cum. I pluck at my engorged clit then I feel a hand on my shoulder turning me around to face him.
"Are you another Wren?"
He nods then picks me up in his harms and I wrap my legs around him, but not before he has entered me and grabbed my ass to support me while he is humping violently fast. in and out of me. I don't mind, I like it.
While the third Wren is fucking me, my first Wren comes up behind me and slides his cock into my anus.
"Ahhhhh yeah! Damn that feels so goood" I cum all over us. it is pouring, My pussy and ass are being reamed out and I only want more. damn the pain.
While the Wrens are fucking me, the second Wren is leaning on a tree. watching us and masturbating. I open my eyes to see three more Wrens coming up the path. I hear a bird call. I turn towards the sound and there are eight more Wrens coming through the trees.
My first Wren has just shot a hot stream into my ass and he stays there (while the third Wren is still rutting) to tell me of my Mama.
and her Mama. and yes all the Mama's.
This land will always belong to us. We will always take care of the Wrens and Our Daddys are not our Daddys..
First Wren pulled out of my ass but his cock was still hard. The third Wren finished. The fourth and fifth Wren began to fight over who was next, so the sixth Wren bent me over and started fucking me nice and slow while he hooted at the ones fighting and slapped my ass a couple times. The second Wren came back over to me and put his cock in my mouth. The others had reached me by then and crowded around gabbing a pinch here. a bite there. reaching under me to pull at my dangling tits. I had a cock in each hand.
My first Wren continued to explain.
This mating to make the Chatelaine of the Garden takes place every thirty or forty years. About five years after an exsisting Chatelaine dies. Your Mama, although she was married, took our seed just as you are now.
"You Berry Wren will be the vessel for all our seed"
I smiled around second Wren's cock and it sounded like I said
"I don't mind"
Then as Second Wren shot his cum into my mouth, i swallowed, swallowed, swollowed.
Sixth Wren finally rammed then ground into my ass while he planted his seed.
First Wren smiled and tugged my nipples playfully. They placed me up on a picnic table with my ass, again up in the air, and took turns licking and sucking my pussy. Anointing it.
Playing with it
drinking it, adoring it.
"Will I ever get to do this again?"
They all laughed and he said "only if you dont concieve"
We lay on the path. I was riding Four's cock but Five came in behind me and fucked my ass. After Four's cum raced through my tunnel, they switched places so that I could recieve Fives seed.
And so it went until I had been thouroughly fucked by what? fourteen? Wrens that had come to be human for a short time to secure their small empire. The Garden.
"I didn't mind"
~
Exactly nine months later. I am standing by the lillies when my water breaks and pain stabs my lower belly. My daughter wants to be born. I fall to my knees tearing a flower from the plant in my descent. I look at it.
"Lilly!" I gasp out...loud as I can.
a bird flies to the ground beside me. looking me in the eye
"Wrennnnn!""
I feel my daughter moving down, into, thru, my tunnel. As I bore her I shouted out her being.
Except I didnt forget to say she will love the Wrens.....
Finis
Baie
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