14 comments/ 30081 views/ 0 favorites Lustful Leeves Ch. 01 By: angelicminx * * * * * Click Here to listen. (12 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * Russell had a fetish. I blame his parents. I mean, really... what were they smokin' the day he was born? They named him Russell Leeves? In my opinion, that was just asking for trouble. Anyway, I wanna tell you a legend about Russell and the time somethin' really strange happened in this small rural town. I don't know if it's true. It may be somethin' parents made up to keep their kids out of the trees. Who knows? It happened a long time ago. There's no one left to ask now, but here it is, the way it was told to me: Russell lived alone and pretty much kept to himself. His house was small but sat on a large lot. There was a beautiful ash tree in his front yard and other trees to the sides and back of the house. Always a loner, he was never seen talking to anyone. Well, except himself. Russell would skulk up and down the streets in the neighborhood. He kept his head down and never made eye contact. All the neighborhood children would point and laugh at him as he passed by, but he never paid them any mind. Everyone knew about his problem. The whole town whispered about it. He loved trees. Now, mind you, lovin' trees isn't really a problem...unless your name is Russell Leeves. Russell loved trees the way most men love women. He loved their smell, their taste and their texture. The townsfolk had spied him kissin' the trunks of trees. They had seen him weep in the fall, so full of sorrow that it was palpable. He would cry in the spring. The utter joy on his face, as he touched the new leaves, a marvel to behold. Many times he was caught bringin' a branch gently to his lips. He'd give the leaves a soft, tender kiss. It was baffling to watch his eyes close in delight, as his tongue darted out to lick them. Knowin' how much he loved trees makes what happened that much harder to believe. The day all hell broke loose, Russell wasn't in his usual place. A few streets over from his normal stompin' ground there was a dark house. I don't mean dark in the sense that there was no light. I mean dark, like spooky. Evil almost. Anyway, there were several large trees in the yard. Oak, walnut, elm, ash, pine and other kinds of trees surrounded this house. Everyone knows you don't put that many varieties together in one place. I don't even know if they'll all grow in the same place, but these sure did. Russell was seen huggin' one of the young oaks in the front yard. Well, you can't tell kids the whole story, but he was doin' more than huggin' it, let me tell ya. Russell had his britches around his knees and his pecker was pressed against the trunk of that tree. He was humpin' that thing like a man possessed. Which I guess he was. I mean, honestly, who fucks trees? The whole town could hear that tree just a squallin' and carryin' on. Russell just kept on humpin'. His face was a picture of ecstasy. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. Beads of sweat rolled down his face and he held onto that tree so hard his fingers had started to bleed. I guess he musta thought it was gonna run away from him. He pumped and he humped. Out of his mouth came this horrible screeching sound. He made one last thrust into that tree and then laid his head on the trunk. His chest heaved with his staggered breathin'. I reckon he came right inside that tree's knothole. Well, the next thing you know, there's a rippin' sound. The roots of that tree seemed to move. Impossible, right? Wrong! They pulled up outta the ground, creatin' a rumble akin to an earthquake. The whole town felt it. Russell got knocked clean on his ass when that tree moved. The shock on his face as he landed... oh my. It was more like he couldn't believe what he had done than surprise that the tree was movin'. He cowered on the ground beneath that tree, beggin' for mercy. The townsfolk only caught a few of his words, but the tone of his voice was clear as a bell. The house seemed to come alive at that moment. It had a presence about it that couldn't be explained by logic. But then, logic had already flown, hadn't it. A piercing whistle emanated from the house. The trees began to move. Russell's expression changed from one of pleading to one of terror. His eyes widened, his face lost all color and his jaw dropped in a silent scream. A few heartbeats later, he seemed to recover himself enough to stand and pull his pants up. Fumblin' with the fastenings he began to run. The faster he ran the louder the whistle got. Trees all around him were uprooting themselves. They began chasin' him. Their roots rolled on the ground like snakes, propellin' them along as swift as a sidewinder. It wasn't long before Russell found himself surrounded. He began to weep. The townsfolk came out of their shocked stupor with a jolt. They might not have liked Russell and they might have thought he was a little strange, but he was still one of their own. They armed themselves, down to the smallest child, with axes, chainsaws and anything else they could get their hands on that chopped wood. When they drew close to where Russell stood tremblin', they stopped. Russell spoke, his voice shaking, "I didn't mean to fuck the young oak." The townsfolk watched in silence. "Well, I mean, I did... but I didn't enjoy it." Something strange was happenin'. Yes, even stranger than what'd already happened. Russell's pecker seemed to be growin', and I don't mean just harder. I mean growing! Like Pinocchio's nose when he told a lie. Every time Russell opened his mouth and spoke, his pecker grew a few more inches. The townsfolk knew his words were false. They had seen him in the throes of ecstasy. A mumble went through the crowd. A single phrase seemed to pass like wildfire, "Pinocchio Syndrome". The silence was stifling, but for the murmur of the crowd. Russell continued to speak in a high-pitched whine, "Uh... yeah. I did enjoy it, but so did the oak." The trees stopped their advance. They too seemed to be in awe of Russell's growing woody. In the next instant, a shrill voice echoed across the land. "He LIES! I would not enjoy the attentions bestowed upon me by one such as he. He smells of earth and blood. I prefer flowers and sap. He Violated me. He should be punished!" The trees began to advance on Russell, their branches swaying close to his head. Fearing for his life, he turned to run. His woody poked a tree near him and he stumbled backward. Branches reached down and captured him. A small squeak of terror burst from his lips. Eyes wide, Russell jerked his body, trying to escape. Darting a glance over his shoulder, he recognized the ash that held him captive as the one from his front yard. He sighed audibly and slumped in relief. He spoke to the ash in a low, soothing tone of voice, "Please, you know I love you...please make them spare me." The ash emitted a soft giggle. Her branches began to caress his flesh and he leaned back against her trunk. He lifted his arms over his head and wrapped them around her as far as they would go. Her branches journeyed over his torso and he began to moan. With slow, tender touches, her braches moved lower, until they reached his enormous woody. As she stroked it, he whispered words of deep love and the most amazing thing happened. His woody began to shrink! Now, I don't know if you've been paying attention or not, but his woody shrinking could only mean one thing... He was telling the truth, he loved her. The booming voice of an old oak was heard. "Ashley! Stop this nonsense at once!" The old oak wrapped one of his branches around Russell's waist and gave a tug just hard enough to pull him free of the ash. The old oak began beating Russell with his branches. Russell curled into a ball on the ground and covered himself the best he could. Over and over the old oak swung. The impact of the branches, connecting with Russell's body, caused the ground to rumble underfoot. The loud cracking sound of tree striking flesh carried for miles. Ashley flung herself between Russell and the swinging branches of the old oak, but it was too late. Russell had been beat unconscious. Still, she covered his limp body with her own and spoke in a hard, angry tone. "Leave him be, Admiral. He's mine and I love him." The Admiral gave a snort of derision. "Love him? You love this... Thing? He is not one of us! How could you possibly Love him?" Ashley spoke softly, "He's warm and caring. He's kind and tender..." The Admiral bellowed, "Tender! HA!" "He is," she said angrily. "He would come to see me when the moon was high in the sky." She began to touch Russell, her voice becoming affectionate. "He spoke to me in words soft and gentle. He kissed my trunk and caressed my leaves. The night of the full moon, nearly three weeks past now, he came to me in all his glory. He laid his hands on my trunk and spoke to me of my beauty." Ashley emitted a deep sigh. "He brushed his lips against my bark. He took my branches in his hands and spoke of his love for me. His fingers found the knothole in my trunk and he pushed them inside." "What?" The Admiral burst angrily. "You are an innocent! You have only just come of age. Your initiation ceremony is to take place at the next full moon." "I am an innocent no longer." Her voice was hard. "I chose to give him my innocence. It was Mine to give." In a dreamy whisper she continued, "When he pushed himself deep inside my knothole, I was surrounded in love. He took me to places I never thought I would go." "He took you places you were never Meant to go!" His anger seemed to make him glow. "You will be banished from society, Ashley. Mark my words... Banished!" Once again she leaned over Russell and spoke in a whisper, so soft the townsfolk had to strain to hear, "So be it." Lustful Leeves Ch. 02 Ashley Shorttree, was supposed to be a woman on a mission. Somewhere, however, she had lost her way. Her job, along with a dozen others of her kind, was to watch the humans on earth. They were desperate. Their star was almost ready to explode. They had only 500 years to find a new place for their race to live. 500 years for a race of mobile trees was a very short time! Earth had seemed the perfect place to live. Once it had held too much oxygen, but their cars and factories were belching forth life-giving carbon dioxide. Half their population could scrub that wonderful air and spit forth awful oxygen that the other life forms on Earth could use to live. It could be such a wonderful union of their two races. Ashley's team had been sent to observe. She was to report on the way that people lived, and if the temperaments of the two races could be compatible. They had disguised their ship as a dark house and themselves as trees. They just stood there for months on end watching. Ashley's problem, however, was Russell Leeves. She had been watching him for weeks. At first, like her brethren, she had thought him ugly. His skin smooth and soft compared to the rough beautifully wrinkled bark of her kind, but he had loved them. Russell loved trees. Russell even loved her. He had stroked her bark on numerous occasions. He had caressed and kissed her leaves. She could not help herself when she saw how he cared for her kind. She had fallen in love! On that fateful day, Russell had come back. Question: Back from where? A shiver ran through Ashley's leaves. He was here! He was among them! It was irrational, but she longed to wrap her branches around him, to touch him. She longed to bend over and kiss his lips. The warmth of desire coursed through her sap. She breathed in the carbon dioxide at a prodigious pace. God she wanted this man! Most of all, she longed to talk to him, to show him that she wasn't really a tree. She wanted him to touch her, to stroke her, to kiss her blushing leaves. She longed to show him where her pussy was covered in retractable bark. She wanted to have his saplings! Each time Russell came among them, Ashley's very soul cried out to just talk to him. To tell him that she was not really just a tree. She had fallen deeply in love with him and the frustration of not being able to proclaim her love to him was nearly eating her alive. Either that or she was infested with Japanese Beetles. Imagine her lust when she saw him pull down his pants and display the penis she wanted. She longed to scream at him. "Here, Russell, come here and give me that beautiful cock. I want to have your saplings!" She thought it, but she held her tongue. Moisture came to her leaves as she cried. Russell was standing in front of Olivia Oak! Russell had found her vagina! He was going to have Olivia and not the jealous Ashley. The moisture of her tears dripped from her leaves as Russell humped a very upset Olivia. Russell did not notice the way Olivia protested, tried to drive Ashley's love from her. Ashley could hear the whistling protest of Admiral Oakton Peach. The admiral seemed like he was deciding if he should marshal his troops and abandon their mission in an effort to help the poor Olivia. Rape was not in their mission plan. Olivia finally could stand no more. She was on a mission to observe. She found this man utterly repulsive. A vision of little half human saplings flashed through her mind. Then she thought of the other possibilities. Could this man give her Dutch Elm disease? She ripped her legs out of the ground where they had been planted as a disguise. She flung the awful man to the ground. Their cover blown, the Admiral motioned with his old wooden arm. The rest of them pulled their legs from the ground and advanced on the hapless Russell, intent on exacting revenge on the rapist. They considered the man a child molester, since Olivia was a youngster of only 147 years. Ashley watched Russell with his pants down around his ankles as he struggled in confrontation with Admiral Peach. She watched his pecker grow longer with each lie he told the old oaken skinned admiral. With each inch Russell gained, Ashley wanted him more. Her tears dried up. The man she loved was in danger! It was not his fault that he had chosen the unwilling Olivia. Ashley would gladly have called to him. She would gladly have taken him. Ashley pondered what could have been had Russell just chosen her. She would have enjoyed it. She would have taken him happily. When Russell was gone, she would have gotten a medal for bearing, without protest, the "horrible" deflowering. She would have been a hero for maintaining her mission. She would have welcomed him back. She would have loved his saplings. She would have taken them for long walks along the streets of Forestavia, their home world. The Forestavians would have pointed to her saplings with pride, the offspring of a true hero. If she was very lucky, she would have been assigned with the first wave of inhabitants to Earth. She could have lived with Russell in a nice brick building. She couldn't have stood to live in a home made from her cousins, the trees. Instead he had chosen Olivia. Instead, their cover was broken and Admiral Peach and the rest of the team were advancing on poor Russell, intent on doing serious damage. Instead, the townspeople had rushed for their chain saws. The roar of those frightening chainsaws was in the background, as the humans rushed to the defense of one of their kind. The only thing that slowed them down was how Russell's pecker picked up an inch every time he lied to the Admiral with fire in his eyes. Every Forestivian knew that it was a very dangerous thing for a one of their kind to have fire, in any form. Ashley heard the roar of the chainsaws and her sap ran cold. Fear was a knot in the pit of her trunk. The man she loved was in danger of being torn limb from limb by her fellow scouts, and the scouts were horribly outnumbered. She was sure that those townspeople would set upon them and turn all of her kind into firewood. Ashley watched Russell leap to his feet in an attempt to evade the onrushing Admiral Peach. He might have made it but his massive woody struck another of the trees and he fell. She did the only thing a tree in love could do. She forgave her lover for his unknowing infidelity and rushed to him. Ashley, in mortal fear for her love and for her own kind, did the only thing she could. She was there, Admiral Peach still had to close several feet. Ashley reached her wooden arms out for her man and cradled his body. At first, she had only meant to protect him, but she loved this man. She had him in her arms and his pants could not be zipped over his massive woody! She tried to caress him, to tell him that all would be well. Her knotty elbow touched that massive woody and she could not resist, she began to stroke that beautiful hardness. Even in this moment of mortal danger, a wave of desire enveloped her. There might be no tomorrow for any of them and she wanted her man, NOW! Admiral Peach reached them in a flash and he did not understand. He thought that Ashley was as angry as he himself. A rage filled Peach. He fully intended to beat the human into lifeless pulp. He had no idea if pulped human could be recycled into paper, as would happen to one of his kind condemned to death, but he intended to find out. He was the leader of this band of scouts and it was up to him to seek retribution. The mission was over, destroyed by some sick human with a love for trees. If killing was to be done, it was up to him. Peach ripped the man from the grasp of Ashley. His opening blows rendered the human into an unconscious mass but Peach had not felt the snap of broken bones that he intended. Peach's mouth fell open when Ashley shoved him aside and once more threw herself over the man, not to exact revenge, but to protect him! There was a moment of quiet unease. Chainsaws roared in the townspeople's hands, branches waved in anger, but both sides backed off and watched the two lovers in the center of the stage. Ashley proclaimed her love and the Admiral told her she would be banished. Her dreams of being a heroine to her people dissolved in that instant. Still there was the chance for her to raise his saplings. She had no idea where this would lead. Lustful Leeves Ch. 04 Russell had no idea what the two trees were going to do to him. All he could do was to sit there, bound and gagged, and watch them do their preparations. He was stunned when one of the young trees knelt before the other one and starting caressing the slim trunk. It didn't take long for the youth's slim log to rise up, glistening with what had to be tree-sap. Russell felt confused. He had been sure the two trees were both male..? Could there be such a thing as homosexuality among trees? Well, that oakling sure seemed like she didn't like men... or perhaps it was just that, that he WAS a man, and not a male tree? He really regretted raping her. To think that he wasted his time with that dried-up little bitch when he could have savored Ashley's sweet juices! The tall pine was shaking and moaning now, and the fir tree quickly grabbed a bowl that he caught his friend's rich amount of sap in. "Wood rot, Douglas! You're amazing!" the pine muttered "I had a great teacher," Douglas answered, in an almost flirty tone. Russell looked from one to the other. Those two were lovers? He shivered when they turned towards him. "You're lucky, Earth man," said the pine. "The Admiral COULD have left you with Mable Maple or Willy Willow - and those two aren't very nice to humans!" "But instead, you ended up with the two of us," said Douglas. "And Lodgepole and I aren't that much into torture - not much, anyway... so we're even gonna be nice to you and sap you up." Sap him up? For what? Russell didn't dare to think about it. That pine's log had been slim, but very, very long... Lodgepole pulled the mushroom out of his mouth and bend down to his face. "You can scream all you want, Earth man," he said, not unkindly. "Everyone's just gonna think we're giving you a beating." "Whaddya gonna do to me?" Russell squeaked, really scared now. "We're gonna give you a taste of your own medicine," said Douglas. "Did you know that Olivia Oak is my third cousin once removed?" "No," Russell mumbled. "Did you know that the only reason her father let her join this mission was because I promised to look after her?" said Douglas, shaking some of his branches angrily at Russell. "Do you have any idea what he's gonna do to me when he finds out that an Earth man raped Olivia and I didn't stop him?" "I'm sorry!" said Russell. "No, you're not," said Lodgepole. "But you're gonna be. Still, as Douglas said, we're not much into torture. We prefer if you're alive the whole time." "Whaddya gonna do?" Russell screamed. "We're gonna do to you what you did to Olivia!" said Douglas. "Open your mouth, Earth man!" Russell did open his mouth, to protest, but Douglas took the opportunity to shove his log into Russell's mouth. Russell gagged as the long woody tickled the back of his throat. "Suck me, human!" Douglas growled. "Suck my fat log!" It was indeed fat, much fatter than Lodgepole's. It wasn't quite as long, though. The bark was rough, and it tasted like wood. Russell coughed and gagged. He tried to free himself, but the Ivy wines just wrapped themselves tighter around his body. He was trapped. The only way he'd get away was by satisfying his two guards, so that they'd leave him alone. He licked the root in his mouth as much as he could stretch his tongue. "Mmmm, yes!" Douglas moaned. "That's it, lick me, you little oxy-breather!" Russell bobbed his head over the young tree's hard log, and felt pines prickle his face for each move. The pain wasn't unpleasant though, it sort of tickled. Meanwhile, Lodgepole moved behind him and investigated his smooth skin under his shirt. "No texture at all!" said Lodgepole. "You're smoother than a sapling!" "Kinky!" Douglas giggled. Lodgepole couldn't figure out how to open Russell's pants, so he merely yanked them off and started caressing the human's round butt. He parted the ass cheeks and looked up at Douglas. "I've never seen a smaller assknot in my life!" he said. "I don't see how you're gonna fit, Doug." "You never had a log up there before, human?" asked Douglas, and pulled on Russell's hair. Russell couldn't speak with Douglas' big root in his mouth, but he violently shook his head no. "Looks like we get to break him in," said Lodgepole. "Just like he did with Olivia!" said Douglas, and fucked Russell's face angrily. Russell couldn't stop him, couldn't breathe, couldn't scream. He could just hang there in the Ivy wine's grip and let himself be used. He was scared, but also a little turned on. The trees were going to fuck him! Use him, like an inflatable doll. Ram those big logs inside him... OK, so they were male trees, but hell, they were trees! Russell couldn't stop a quiet moan to escape his throat. "Did you hear that?" said Douglas triumphantly. "I think our little Earth man is enjoying this!" "Where did you put the sap?" said Lodgepole. "So, you like having my log ramming your throat, do you?" Douglas whispered to Russell. "Just wait until you feel it going up your assknot!" Lodgepole smeared the sticky sap around Russell's asshole, smeared his own log with it too, and steered the hard root to Russell's opening. Russell screamed when the log pushed past his sphincter. The rough texture of the root scraped up his sensitive skin and made him bleed, and the pain put tears in his eyes. He could only hope and pray Lodgepole wouldn't shove all of his length into him, or he'd surely die. Luckily, Lodgepole stopped when he felt the bottom of Russell's ass, pulled out, and shoved himself back in. "Oh, wood rot!" he groaned. "I've never felt such a tight assknot before! He's so small and shallow - look, I can't even get half of it in!" "Do you like having Lodgepole's log up your assknot, Earth man?" said Douglas. "Does it feel good?" Russell nodded. He had trouble moving, but he managed to buck back against Lodgepole, urging him to continue. "He wants more!" Lodgepole laughed. "OK, Earth man, you asked for it!" The two trees fucked Russell from each direction, and he didn't mind the pain in his sore throat or his even more sore ass anymore. He had never been this horny in his life! Fucking Olivia Oak was nothing compared to this! He felt a sting of guilt thinking about Ashley, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't escape these two. Might as well enjoy their rough play. It might make them less enclined to really hurt him. "Move over, Lodge, I want to taste some of that human assknot, too!" said Douglas. They switched places. Lodgepole's log tasted weird, and it was much longer than Douglas'. Russell coughed and gagged as it scraped down his throat. He wanted to throw up, but he understood that such a thing would offend the trees, and that would be the end of their good will. He forced himself to breathe deeply through his nose and control his gag reflexes. Douglas pressed his fat log into Russell's ass, and once again, the pain made Russell scream out loud. This root wasn't as long as the other one, he could take all its length, but the girth, sweet angels of mercy, the GIRTH! The rough texture scraped and tore up the tiny scratch marks Lodgepole had already done, and his whole ass felt as if it was on fire. Douglas poured more sap over himself, and it stung in the open wounds, but the log did slide easier in and out of him now. "Relax, Earth man," said Douglas quietly. "Here we go, nice and slow." He fucked Russell slowly, to let him get used to the giant root, and Lodgepole followed his rhythm. Soon, Russell began to feel more at ease, and then the excitement grew in strength, until he bucked back against Douglas hard trunk, moaning loudly. "You like this, don't you?" said Lodgepole, and fucked his face faster. "Fuck me!" Russell tried to scream, but the large log in his mouth effectively prevented any coherent words. Douglas picked up on his signals anyway, and increased his pace. Faster, harder. The needles on his branches pricked Russell's butt and loins and balls, but the pain only excited him even more. His cock swayed up and down for each thrust, harder than ever. He cried, groaned, shivered in the grasp of the Ivy wines, a little worried he might hurt them, but unable to keep still. Douglas and Lodgepole moved faster, they moaned as loud as he did, and then they all came together, screaming out their release as the trees emptied loads of sap into Russell's mouth and ass. It was too much for him to take, it flowed out of him and dripped down on the moss-covered floor, along with the spray of sperm from his cock. They all collapsed into a pile of arms, legs, branches, and wines, panting, giggling. Then there was a knock on the door.