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Tree Hugger

By: AedanMor



Feeling romantic, you and I decide to go for a walk. We leave the house to walk out behind the house to find a nice grove of trees. We only need walk for a couple hundred feet to get to the tree line and little further and we can't even see the house any more.

We sit down on a nice grassy spot at the base of a tree. You lean over to me and start kissing my neck. I wrap you in my arms and begin taking turns with you nibbling on your ear and a little nuzzling down your neck.

I work my way lower and start nibbling on your shoulder. My hand slips under your skirts and caresses your inner thigh as it climbs to explore you.

I pull the hand out and put it around to your side then lay back against the tree. You roll over on top of me with this little encouragement pulling up your skirts so that as you straddle me you are not tangled in them. Without stopping you bend town to continue kissing me to explore my mouth with your tongue.

I move my hands to cup your face as my tongue flicks against your lip only to go back into your mouth to meet yours. My hands slide back into your hair and lightly pull as I massage your head while we kiss.

One hand leaves your head and slides down your side, over your hip and up under your skirt. I scratch my nails against you as I slide it up your naked thigh and around to your ass. Caressing, squeezing, pinching, I then push your panties aside so I can cup your ass cheek and pull you up to press against my straining erection.

You scoot back a bit and break away from my kiss. Lifting your skirts you reach for my pants and open them to get my dick into your hands. I watch the concentration in your face as you work on my pants, the joy in your eyes, and the little bit of tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth as you get my dick into your hands.

My one hand under your skirt resting on and squeezing your thigh and I slide my other hand under your skirt. I stretch out to grab both ass cheeks to pull up back up so you are practically sitting on my dick. You deftly pull your panties aside and guide me into you.

You watch my expression as you sheath me. I gasp in a deep breath and squeeze shut my eyes, my hands squeeze tightly on your ass as my dick slides into its warm keeper. my hands move up to your hips and bend you down to me. I kiss you as I slowly start to guide you up and down on me.

You take over and dance on my dick to a rhythm in your head. I am moaning into your mouth, and squeezing your hips as you grind into me. My nails bite into you but you only move harder against me.

I pull you off my lap with a whimper and stand up in front of you. My soaked dick is dripping and bobbing in front of you. You take me into your mouth to taste your cum on me. I lift myself from your mouth so that you can lick off my balls as well, then take your hand and help you from the ground to stand with me.

I turn you around and have you face the tree. I squat down behind you and slide my hands up your legs gathering your skirts up to your hips. I relish the feeling of your smooth skin on your legs. You can feel my hot breath on the back of your Thighs.

You have rivulets of moisture running down the inside of your legs and I start down by your knees licking them up, dragging my tongue in long lazy strokes all the way back to the source or your cream.

After I get you all clean I bend you over a little more having you lean against the tree and lick in long slow licks from your clit to your asshole. I occasionally I stop my licking to slide my tongue into you giving you a little tongue fucking before going back to my licking. I look up to see you watching me over your shoulder.

I have a hand on each hip, and am kneeling behind you. My eating resembles the eating of a watermelon. I have you smeared all over my face and I keep diving back in to get more.

With a kiss to each cheek I rise behind you my swollen dick bobbing up to slap against your clit I am so close to you. I rest a hand on the small of your back and press down gently as I slide into you in one slow stroke. I then pull all the way back out before going in to the hilt again and again.

My hands leave your hips. They slide up your sides then down the length of your back leaving deep scratches the whole way. They then move back up your sides tickling lightly on your ribs then down and across to cup your breasts. I knead and pull on them to hold you in place as I slide up into you with each thrust.

Slowly I begin to pick up speed. I get to where I am banging forcefully into you, squishing your ass against me, my balls flapping up to hit your clit with each stroke. You slowly stand up and we move closer to the tree so you are pressed against it, holding on for support, as I fuck you from behind.

My hands move back to your hips before one of them slides up the center of your back past your shoulders, neck, into your hair. The other hand moves around to the front of your hip, pressing against your lower belly with my fingertips. I can feel myself in you there when I thrust.

The one in your hair pulls your head back and to the side as I bite on your neck while I thrust into you. You can feel me being rougher and quicker, a smile comes to your lips knowing that I will be cumming soon and it will all be for you. You know you are going to have a bruise on your hip in the morning and you know that it will make you smile the entire time it takes to heal.

I stop biting you and step back, pulling out. I tell you I am going to cum and want you to suck it out of me. You fall from the tree, your legs unable to support you alone, and then rise back to your knees just in time to get my dick into your mouth before I start cumming. Our juices mix in your mouth and you can hear me telling you to drain me dry in a moaning beg.

my hands are tangled in your hair as my knees quiver and I thrust gently into your sucking lips. My moan turns into a loud my growl and is enough to startle the birds in the nearby trees. They fly up, and away as I finish in your mouth then pull out with a soft audible pop.

I put myself away and help you to your unsteady feet. We walk back to the house arm in arm, Smiles all over our faces because we both know how much watching you walk after orgasm turns me back on, and we know that we will be repeating this soon after getting home.

Tree Hugger



Salix sepulcralis.

Her days were spent protecting much more exotic species.  Ceylon satinwood.  King William Pine.  Red sandalwood.  Spanish cedar.

But when she came home, often frustrated and dirty and exhausted from screaming and protesting and, on at least two occasions, actually chaining herself to the majestic wood to prevent the loggers from cutting it down, all she wanted was to lie underneath her tree, in her backyard, and listen to the sounds of nature that she worked so very hard to save from harm.

Salix sepulcralis.  The branches hung pendulously, almost mournfully, brushing the ground with soft, tendriled leaves.  When she sat near the base, she was nearly completely shrouded from the outside world, which was perfectly fine to her.  The outside world seemed filled with violence and disrespect and utter dismissal of the very Earth that gave humanity life.  It felt safer here.  More pure.

Light filtered through the leaves of the weeping willow, proving to her the sunshine of the day while she lingered in the shade reading Confessions of an Eco-Warrior and rested against the mossy bark.  Briefly, the breeze moved branches, almost making them appear to shimmer in the light while the light wind brought pleasant goosebumps to her flesh.  A leaf floated free from somewhere high above her and landed in her auburn braid.

Smiling, she plucked out the tiny green leaf and looked affectionately up at its origin.  "Who would want to hurt you?" she wondered out loud.  She often spoke to her plants; she felt like on some otherworldly level that human beings couldn't possibly comprehend, they understand her better than anyone else.  This is why she devoted her life to saving them.  Even at the expense of human companionship.

She flipped another page of her book, feeling the words and the shade and the lovely warm air lull her into drowsiness.  It was odd, the mix of feelings she experienced out here:  the serenity and balance coupled with a tinge of loneliness that she could never quite escape.

She didn't resist the pull of slumber…she felt safe here, no need to be on alert.  Easing lower, she rested her head against the fragrant grass, breathing deeply of the earthy scents surrounding her.  Her eyes fell closed.  Surely the universe wouldn't begrudge her a little rest, after such a trying day…

That breeze again, and a few of the willow's tendrils brushed her bare shoulder.  She giggled as it tickled her and gently swatted it away, stretching and resting her hands behind her head, feeling indulgent.

Only a moment passed before she felt the tickle again, this time on her midriff which was exposed where her shirt rode up.  She considered brushing it away again but found herself too deliciously lazy.  And besides, the sensation wasn't unpleasant…in fact, it was decidedly pleasing, and she felt embarrassment for only a second before wriggling so that another inch of skin was available for the touch.  Nobody was here, nobody could see her.

The breeze must have been picking up, because that touch was more insistent now, and more plentiful, stroking her arms and her legs and even her cheek at the same time.

Insistent, she laughed in her sleep-fogged mind.  She was insistent, her fellow eco-warriors were insistent, the loggers were definitely insistent, but it was hardly a word to describe a tree.   Yet…

One of the flexible branches insinuated itself up under the hem of her white blouse, and crazily it felt not just insistent, but persuasive…like a seductive lover, urging her to relax.

Crazy.  But was it?  Wasn't she the one who insisted these trees be treated like the living things that they were, that they had rights and should be respected for all that they gave to humanity?  It shouldn't surprise her that they were volitional, sentient.  

It shouldn't surprise her that they wanted to thank her for all she had done for their kind.  What did surprise her was her easy acceptance of it.

As if agreeing with her line of thought, two tendrils wrapped gently around each of her wrists…not restraining, just encouraging her to spread out, relax…to let nature take its course.  Although she should have been alarmed, disturbed, afraid, all she felt was breathless and…

And aroused.

Sensing (it was sensing) her surrender, the questing vine resumed its gentle exploration under her shirt, tracing her delicate pale skin, leaves seeming to vibrate with life.  Her body shivered hard; it had been so long since she had been touched so sensuously, and everything inside her quivered in anticipation…of what?

A brush to the undersides of her breasts.  She rarely wore a bra; her breasts were too small to require one for all but the heaviest of exercise.  Sometimes she wished they were larger and more voluptuous, but her nipples stood out proudly and were exquisitely sensitive to stimulation.  Right now, they were erect and straining, begging for attention.

Her new lover seemed to read her mind, somehow pushing up the shirt to expose the hard nubs to the air before stroking them almost tentatively.  Her gasp and arch seemed to please it…It?  Him?  Her?...and it took the invitation, the thin and flexible tips of the branches wrapping around the tips of her breasts.  Pleasure coursed through her as they squeezed, sending shimmers of sensation through her body.  

It seemed every branch that could reach her was busy, some caressing her skin, some twining around her remaining clothes and pulling, not seeming to have quite enough strength to get them off but certainly sturdy enough to push them aside and out of their way.  

"Please," she gasped.  "Hurry."  She wasn't sure what she wanted this to hurry towards, but she was building, building, wanting more, and she might not even care right now if she got completely tangled in these deliciously pleasuring branches and never came out again.

Empathizing, the tendrils slipped past her underwear, stroking and teasing, seemingly testing for the spots that would make her writhe the hardest, moan the loudest.  They found that spot with her clit, at first just flickering.  When she spread her legs wider, that one tiny vine circled the bundle of nerves, flexing a little and releasing before deciding upon a gentle throbbing rhythm.  The tip of one leaf quivered over the tip.

She moaned, helplessly.  No man…no human being…ever had or possible could pleasure her like this, nothing could make her feel this way.  Her entire body was at the mercy of this tree, every inch of skin stimulated, from the soles of her feet to the ends of her hair, branches circling her waist and brushing the crack of her ass.  She thrust, although there was nothing to really thrust against.  She was going to come.  This…plant was going to make her come, harder than she ever had in her life.

Willow-soft leaves stroked every erogenous zone at once, at the same time, and her body flexed.  For a few seconds, she didn't even exist…she was part of nature, part of the Earth, and her orgasm was simply all the life vibrating through her and into the universe.

The spasms shook her for what seemed like forever, her lover seeming to know actually how to prolong the good feelings.  Her breaths came in short "oh…oh…oh's" long after the first climax turned into the second, and after her body became limp with the effort of thrashing with and against her gentle captor.  

She didn't know how long she lay there, panting, eyes closed, before she realized that her moist body was getting wetter, not drying.  She forced her eyes open, for the first time since this strange encounter began.

Rain, dripping from the branches that now hung undisturbed in the darkening day.  A drizzle that was gradually becoming a downpour that even the tree couldn't protect her from.

She sprung up, gasping, ready to pull her clothes into place before realizing that they already were.  Did her tree/lover replace them or…

Had she been sleeping?  Had the most amazing sexual experience of her life been a burst of fantasy from her exhausted mind?

Gathering her wits again, she grabbed her book and ran through the rain to her patio, turning incredulously in her open door for a lingering glance at the majestic form left behind in the yard.   Salix sepulcralis.  Such a beautiful name.  Such a beautiful thing.

The damp tendrils shimmered falling light, moving although she didn't feel a breeze.  Like they were waving goodbye.

And she found she didn't feel quite so alone anymore.

"Thank you."  She murmured and smiled and turned back home, more convinced than ever that being an eco-warrior had more rewards than one could imagine, and more determined that her cause was worth everything she put into it.



Tree Hugger



I had gotten off work a little earlier than usual, and it was a nice enough evening. The weather was fairly warm, and it wasn't raining. I decided to change into shorts and a tank top and go for a walk at the park; the trail I usually go on is about 2 miles long. I thought I would be able to be done with my walk before it got too dark for me to be comfortable, what with me being there alone. I ended up running into a friend who I hadn't seen in a while, and we chatted for a little bit which ended up being what made the rest of the night's events happen.

Since I'd gone straight to the park from work, I didn't stop off anywhere to use the bathroom before I got there; I absolutely despise port-a-pots and anything that's a park toilet. Anyways, the bottle of water I'd finished at work finally worked its way to my bladder, and I would pick peeing in the woods over using one of their bathrooms any day of the week (regardless of the temperature). It was getting to be a little dark, and I looked around and made sure there wasn't anyone coming from either direction on the path. I stepped just slightly off the path, and crouched down to take a piss. Right when I started standing up to pull my shorts back up, I felt a hand grab my shoulder. "You must be a filthy little slut to be exposing yourself like this on a trail where anyone could walk by," a man's voice growled from behind me.

"Where did you even come from?" I asked frantically. "I just couldn't stand the thought of using the bathrooms here, and this was faster -" I cut off as I felt one of his hands start moving up the inside of my thigh. I tried to reach down and stop him, but he quickly pulled both hands in front of me and tied my wrists together with my arms around a tree so that I had practically no chance of getting away.

"I don't think you know that what you were doing was actually illegal; how do you think I should remedy that? Should I punish you myself, or should I leave you tied here like this and report you to the authorities?" he demanded.

"Please, sir, I really didn't mean to, I just couldn't wait any longer, and -"

"No excuses are going to get you out of this! I gave you the choice of either myself reprimanding you or the cops doing so. Which do you choose?" he practically yelled, getting extremely frustrated.

"Please don't call the cops, I'll do anything you ask," I whispered.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you; speak up!" he barked.

"I'll do anything if you don't call the cops," I squealed on account of his hand hitting my ass with a resounding smack that seemed to echo in the woods.

"Anything? You really are a slut," he stated, bewildered. I can promise you that the fingers he shoved into my pussy were anything but unsure; I gasped from the sudden intrusion. It almost hurt but not quite at the same time. After a few seconds, I started moaning and rubbing against his hand like a bitch in heat to try and get myself to cum. I started getting more worked up, and then he completely stopped. Pulled his fingers out of my dripping pussy and stood there leering at me standing there with my feet spread and my breathing completely erratic.

I started to ask why he'd stopped when I felt his hands start kneading my ass, and then a few seconds later I heard his belt come off. His hands stopped massaging me and immediately after, I felt his belt crack against my ass cheeks. I nearly screamed, more from surprise than from pain, and then the blows started alternating between my right and left ass cheeks. After a bit, I was begging him to stop, and I could feel the pussy juice running down my thighs. His hand skated down and wiped up the dripping juices, and he started to work his finger into my ass. Once he had worked 3 fingers into my ass and had to put his other hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, he took his fingers out of my ass, and before my asshole even had time to close again, the head of his throbbing cock was pushing into me.

As his cock passed slipped past the rim of my asshole, I moaned louder than I had the entire time and immediately spread my feet farther and started pushing back into his thrusts. After a second or two, he reached his hands around my waist and started both fingering my soaking pussy and rubbing my clit. I started cumming so hard that I could hardly even support myself with my legs; most of my weight was being supported by the tree at that point. I orgasmed at least 3 times before he finally came in my ass.

"Next time, be more careful when you decide to expose yourself like that," he warned me while gently untying my wrists.

"I will be," I promised. "Thank you, lover; that was exactly what I needed today."



Tree Hugger Loves Butt Plugger



Joe had been looking forward to a quiet weekend. The high-end renovation he had been hired to complete had a deadline and he had to bust his ass all week to get it completed on time. Now, with the deadline met and the check in hand, he was planning on watching baseball and drinking beer all weekend. He got up early to go for a run. He figured a good run would cancel out some of the beer.

He was glad he had put the coffee on before he left, as the whole house smelled like fresh roast when he returned. He poured himself a cup, grabbed the paper and flopped on the couch in the morning sun to relax. Grabbing a magazine off the coffee table to put his mug on, he noticed a flyer laying on the table.

"Fuck, I can't believe her," he said as he picked up the flyer. His wife, Jess, had a bad habit of volunteering him for things. Need someone to move a piano? Joe would love too! Need someone to drive you to the airport at 5AM? My husband loves to drive to the airport, no problem! He had tried everything to get her to stop, lately some really creative things, but nothing worked. He chuckled a 'fuck my life' kinda chuckle as he read the flyer. "RAMAPO VALLEY CSA. CLEAN UP FOR EARTH DAY. We would like to thank our CSA members who volunteered to come work on our farm this special day!" It then went on to list about a dozen names and of course, first on the list, Joe and Jess Donaldson. Realizing the date on the flyer matched today's date, his heart sank knowing that he was about to replace baseball and beer with farming and hippies. 

He knew he was going to regret letting Jess sign up for this 'Community Supported Agriculture' thing. The cost was $500 plus 15 hours of volunteer work per share on the farm during the summer in exchange for a weekly box of produce. Jess had promised to make him some wonderful meals from the produce which honestly, she had. But, she had also promised to fulfill the volunteer hours herself. But it didn't just say 'Jess Donaldson' on the flyer, did it?

He grabbed the flyer and headed upstairs, wondering when his wife was planning on telling him about this. She was sneaky, probably she would just try to convince him to go for a ride and then suggest they stop and pick up their 'share' at the farm and then 'Hey look, its Earth Day, lets stay and help.' he thought. 

Joe could hear the shower running in the master bath as he entered the bedroom. He went to his nightstand, where he kept his 'supplies', and then headed over to the bathroom door, entering quietly, so his wife wouldn't know he was there. He leaned back on the vanity, holding the flyer in his crossed arms watching his wife through the glass shower doors. She really was so beautiful. Her long blond hair cascading down her back in the running water. Her perfectly tanned skin looked so fine with the steam from the hot water rising off her. Firm, high breasts bouncing as she raised her arms and ran her hands through that long hair rinsing out the conditioner that filled the room with an amazing aroma. He could feel his cock start to throb in his tight running shorts and he wanted to get in the shower and fuck his wife right now, but that wouldn't teach her not to volunteer him for things.

Jess shut the water off and opened the shower door. Only then did she notice her ruggedly handsome, and angry, husband staring at her. She immediately noticed the flyer in his hand and she felt a thrilling rush deep inside her. She knew she was in trouble, he had seen the flyer. He gave her a piercing stare with his dark eyes. His black hair wet with sweat.

She was a little scared, but mostly excited as she looked at him and said, "Hey Babe, have a good run?" grabbing a towel and covering up her naked body. She gave him a coy smile pretending not to notice the flyer.

"I had a great run, but I wouldn't have used up all that energy if I had known that I was going to spend the day working on a farm," he said, holding up the paper and pointing to their names. "Why do you do this, Jess? I work hard all week and just want to relax on the weekends."

"I know" Jess said, looking down at the floor, "But, it's Earth Day. I thought you would want to help. You like all the people at the farm. Ken and Stacey will be there. Remember them from the member's dinner? You liked them. It will be fun, please come, if you don't I'll be embarrassed," she said, looking up at him and giving him a flirty look he found hard to resist.

"Oh, I'll come, but you won't, not until I'm ready for you to," he said, giving her a coy smirk as he reached out and pulled the towel from her. She knew she was in for a long day as she stood naked in front of her husband. Joe came behind her and firmly pressed against her wet pussy with one of his big hands, stroking her clit and opening her up with his thick finger. The other hand reach up to her breast, grabbing it and rolling her firm nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She fell back on him, losing her footing with a wave of pleasure. He did always know just how to touch her.

"I'm going to make sure you spend the whole day wanting to cum as much as I want to be watching baseball. Maybe this time you will learn your lesson," he whispered, kissing her soft neck and driving her wild with desire.

He moved them forward to the vanity and bent her over placing both her hands on the counter. She noticed two boxes and a bottle of lube on the counter. The first box, a blue one, she recognized. It held Ben Wa Balls, and she felt a wave of anticipation deep in her pelvis with the thought of Joe putting them deep inside her. The other box was new and she didn't recognize it. She wondered what games her husband had in store for her.

Her husband's large, hard cock press into her thigh as he leaned over and grabbed the blue box. "I'm going to fill you up so you have no choice but to think of me all day," he whispered in her ear as he place his hand firmly on the small of her back. He pushed her down so her back bent down toward the vanity and her ass tilted up opening her sex for him. Her eyes caught his in the mirror and she submitted to his look of total dominance. She loved that look, so intense, her body knowing he was in charge and relying on him for her pleasure.

Joe ran the smooth heavy silver balls under warm water, getting them ready for her as she stayed bent over, waiting for him. When the balls were about body temperature, he reached down to her wet, waiting pussy and first rubbed the smooth wet balls over her, massaging her with them as he rolled them around in his hand. He penetrated her a couple times with his thick finger getting her ready, bring her juices down. When she was ready he inserted the first ball deep into her vagina. She let out a deep moan as its heavy weight settled on her spot. He followed with the second ball and keeping his hand on her pussy, he massaged her, teasing her clit. For a moment he lost himself in his own pleasure, wanting so badly to fuck his wife. He pressed his cock into her, grinding her backside and pulling her into him. He remembered the lesson and eased up, removing his hand and stepping back. 

Jess moaned as he stop, "Keep going, please," she said, in a low breathless tone, wanting him to continue. 

"Don't worry, I have plenty planned for you," Joe said grabbing the bottle of lube. He squeezed some of the oil onto his finger and then slowly inserted his thick finger into Jess' tight ass. She quickly inhaled and then tried to relax, allowing him in. Joe had been working on her ass for a while and she knew it was only a matter of time before he fucked her in her virgin ass. The past few months he had been playing with her tight ass more and more. It started with him going down on her and then, while he was down there, licking her ass and penetrating her with his tongue. When she was used to that, he moved on to fingering her tight ass, usually while he fucked her doggystyle from behind. Now that she could handle two of his fingers at once, she knew it was only a matter of time before she had to take him up the ass.

Joe continued fucking her ass with his fingers, slowly bringing them out and then thrusting them back in as deep as they would go. Jess had to admit, now that she had learned to relax, she enjoyed his anal play. It was a more full body experience than having him in her pussy. She felt like he had taken over her whole body when he had his thick fingers in her tight ass. 

Joe could see Jess was really getting into it, watching her face fill with pleasure in the mirror, so he stopped. She was not going to come until he was ready for her to come and that wouldn't be until they were done being damn farmers for the day.

Joe reached for the second box, and Jess looked up with anticipation. He opened the box and took out a pretty big butt plug. Jess had seen them in sex shops but never paid much attention to them. Honestly, she thought only gay men used them and she gave her husband a confused look. 

"Oh yeah, this is for you, my dear." Joe said, giving her a naughty grin as he added some lube to the menacing looking black rubber plug.

"Joe, no! Thats going to hurt." Jess said, a look a fear in her eyes. "Please, spank me instead. You can spank me, I promise I won't volunteer you for anything anymore." She yelled, pleading with him.

"Relax Jess, you are ready for this. I've been getting your tight ass ready for months. I promise, I'll go slow. The more you relax, the better it will feel," he said, taking pity on his wife, still bent over the vanity, so exposed. He decided to be a little tender, after all this was part of the game they played. She would do things that drove him nuts knowing he would punish her and he would punish her knowing it was what she wanted. He knew he was pushing her farther than she wanted to go, but he was confident she would be okay if she just gave it a chance.

"Just relax," he said, bending down, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear. He kept kissing her, sucking gently on her neck, nibbling on her ear until he felt her body relax. Then, still gently kissing her, he slowly inserted the plug into his wife's virgin ass.

Jess knew Joe was right when he told her she needed to relax otherwise the plug would hurt more. She tried to get lost in his slow gentle kisses. He knew just where to kiss her, the nape of her neck. It was such a turn on for her whenever he went near that area. As Joe inserted the plug, she took a deep breath, doing her best to stay calm. He did go slow, and she took the first half of the well lubed plug without much effort. But, the base got much wider before it got thin again and then fanned out in a large flat stopper. 

The second half of the plug was not so easy. She started to get tense, the plug getting wider and wider, spreading her virgin ass farther than she was used to. She was about to call out in pain. She wanted to yell out to him, as she was sure this thing was ripping her ass open. She could feel the burn of tears coming to her eyes. They had a safe word, and although she had never used it, she thought she might have to, so intense was the pain. She started to yell out "AHHHH...." 

And then, as Joe pushed the plug all the way in with one final thrust, the pain subsided a bit. Her tight outer muscle settled around the thin base of the plug and the flat stopper rested on her ass. She could still feel the sting of being stretched so far open, but the sharp pain was gone and she was just left with a fullness that really turned her on.

She stood up and turned around facing her husband. She could tell by his look that he approved of her sticking with it and taking the whole plug. He tenderly tucked her hair behind her ear "Good girl," he said, stroking her cheek. He pulled her tightly into him and kissed her deeply. His hands exploring her body, tracing her firm breast and grabbing her ass, pulling her into him as his hard cock pushed against her.

"Now, lets get dressed and go farming," he said, giving her a smack on the ass.

Jess moaned, wanting so badly now to stay home and fuck. 

"Oh no. No complaining from you. You volunteered us for this." Joe said, grinning.

Jess slipped into a tight green tank top and her baggy worn jean overalls. She cuffed the bottoms about halfway up her calf and threw on her oldest running sneakers. She tied a blue bandana around her head to keep her long, blond, wavy hair out of her face. Looking in the full length mirror, she wanted to make sure there were no signs of the kinkiness going on inside her. Of course you couldn't tell anything by looking at her and she marveled at how something that was filling her whole body with such a fullness could be totally invisible from the outside.

Joe emerged from his closet wearing tight dark blue jeans that hugged his firm ass and thick muscular thighs. An army green tee shirt that was that perfectly worn its thinness clinging to him showing off his muscular chest. On his feet he wore his black work boots with the red laces. They were so old the leather was cracking in some places giving way to the brown leather underneath. It was basically the same thing that he wore everyday to work. He owned a construction company and even though he had guys working for him now and he could just supervise, he still liked doing the physical part of his job. Swinging a hammer all week left his body ripped. His well defined muscles outlined his broad masculine frame.

"Let go do this thing," he said, opening the bedroom door for his bride. "But, remember, you are not allowed to cum," he said, tilting her chin up and kissing her. "I will be watching you and you know I will be able to tell."

"I know," she said, and it was true. A few months ago, Jess had said yes to a dinner party being hosted by a couple Joe hated. He dressed her that night, using a few 'supplies' from his drawer. Nipple clamps stimulating her hard nipples under her bra and a bullet vibrator giving her persistent pulsing pleasure all night. She made it through dinner, enjoying their knowing glances at each other while Joe politely made conversation with people he hated. He always knew how to work a crowd and everyone always loved him and thought he loved them. He rarely did. 

Jess made it through the whole night, fighting off her orgam, desire building as she wished they were home so he could fuck her. He had told her not to cum, and she tried to obey, but he insisted they take his motorcycle to the dinner. She tried to protest, knowing it would be too much for her. On the way home she couldn't take it anymore. All the vibrations, her arms wrapped around his muscular chest, her hard clamped nipples pushing tightly against his back. She came, in deep waves, holding him tightly. She tried to be discrete, hoping he wouldn't catch on. But, when they got home, she could tell he knew. That was the first time he had spanked her, taking her over his knee and turning her tender ass bright red and then finally giving her what she really needed, a good fucking.

Jess used the quick drive over to the farm to get used to the fullness in her belly. Adjusting herself, sitting up, sitting back, trying to find the most comfortable position, the plug pushing into the Ben Wa Balls, making them massage her spot. She could tell it was going to be hard not to cum.

They arrived at the farm which was full of volunteers, everyone meeting by the barn to get their assignments. Jess saw Stacey and Ken and grabbed Joe's hand leading them over to join their friends.

"Hey guys, good to see you," Stacey said, as they all exchanged kisses and said hello. "They are calling out jobs and people are volunteering. I'm gonna try to get planting seedlings or weeding," Stacey said. 

"Sounds good," Jess said.

"Okay, next we need someone to mow the lower field on the tractor. Don't be scared, if you can drive a car you can do this," the head farmer of the CSA yelled out.

"Right here," Jess heard Joe yell from behind her. She turned, thinking he was volunteering and relieved that he found something he wanted to do. It was with total shock when she turned around that she realized that he was pointing down at her. 

"Joe, what are you doing?" she sneered. 

"It's okay babe, believe me, you'll love it." He quipped, giving her a smile that let her know he was up to something.

"Great, right this way little lady, Shawn will show you over to the tractor and get you started." she heard the head farmer say. He pointed her around to the back of the barn.

Jess smiled at Shawn and turned around, giving Joe a dirty look. She could hear him and Ken laughing as she followed Shawn to the back of the barn. 


"Her she is, a little old and rusty but still runs like a champ." Shaun said, hitting the rusty front of the old tractor with his hand.

As soon as Jess saw the tractor, she knew exactly what Joe had been up to. The seat of the tractor was one of those old cast iron pan seats. The kind that is curved to fit around your butt and comes up in the middle, poking up a bit right in between your legs. 

"Damn him," Jess said, blushing a little when she realized she said it loud enough for Shawn to hear.

Shawn helped her up onto the tractor and then hung on to the side. 

"Okay, I'll ride with you down to the field and show you how this thing works. Its easy, you won't have any problems," he said, turning the key and showing Jess the gears and pedals. They started down the path to the lower field. Shawn had been right, Jess thought, it really was a pretty simple machine. But, Joe had been right too, because the vibrations from the cast iron seat were being conducted through the hard rubber of the butt plug, turning into a huge vibrator. The pressure from the bump between her legs, rubbing against her already aroused clit, and the metal balls deep inside her reverberating with bumpy ride of the tractor. Her whole pelvis was alive with pleasure. She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment and she tried to hide her pleasure from Shawn, hoping he didn't notice.

As they approached the field, Shawn instructed her to stop and he jumped down off the tractor.

"Okay, so this is the field we have to mow. I've already lowered the mower and started it, so you just have to drive back and forth over the field. It's easy and should take about two hours. She makes wide turns, but you will hit what you've missed on the next go around," Shawn said, looking at her with more confidence than she felt she deserved. "If you get into trouble, just turn the key off and come get us. You'll be fine."

"Okay, thanks," she said, unsure of herself but anxious to be alone so at least she didn't have to worry about anyone noticing that she was sitting on a giant vibrator. 

She made her way up and down the field, completing one full row and feeling a bit more confident. It wasn't so bad and as she settle into the workings of the tractor, she could allow herself to concentrate more on what was going on inside her pelvis. 'Oh my god!' She thought, this was going to be great. She was out here all alone, she could cum all she wanted and Joe wouldn't know, she thought, grinning at how Joe's plan to drive her crazy had backfired.

Reaching the end of the field again, Jess made the wide turn to go back the other way. She exaggerated her movement, leaning into the turn, letting the bump in between her legs glide across her clit, bringing her closer to orgasm. "Mmmmm" she let out a deep groan, leaning her head back, enjoy the sensations. 

"Oh Fuck," she yelled out loud though no one could hear her. As she looked up, she could see the unmistakable silhouette of her husband standing on top the the hill above the lower field she was mowing. He had a pickaxe in his hand and was staring straight at her. 

She quickly sat up straight, trying to cover up the fact that she had been riding the tractor like it was her partner in a porno movie. 'Of course he picked a job that would allow him to watch her' she thought. She gave him a wave, letting him know she had seen him. He simply gave her a head nod. She wasn't sure what that meant. Was she in more trouble, did he know what she had been up to?




Tree Hugger Loves Butt Plugger



She watched her husband as she went up and down the rows. She made sure to keep the tractor nice and straight, trying to impress him with her hard work. Joe seemed to be digging some sort of trench, bringing the pickaxe up over his head and then forcefully down, hitting the ground his muscles rippled with the impact. 'God he was hot' she thought, watching as he pounded the ground over and over. She tried to use every other row, where she was facing away from him, to compose herself. But it wasn't working. The sight of her strong husband and the vibrations of the tractor coupled with the Ben Wa Balls and Butt Plug getting her more excited by the minute. She felt the fullness inside her and remembered bending over and Joe putting that feeling inside her. It was such a turn on.

As she turned the tractor around again, she caught sight of Joe taking a break. His head leaned back, drinking water, she felt guilty for a moment, signing him up to do all this hard work. Then, he looked straight at her making sure she could see him and took his shirt off. His ripped chest and chiseled abs under his tanned skin glistening in the hot sun. He was looking right at her, his stare piercing her, making her melt. She felt the bump, rubbing her clit, not allowing her to ignore its vibrating pleasure. 

'Oh no,' she thought, feeling her orgasm build inside her. She tried to stop it. She tried to think about her grocery list or the fact that she was overdue for an oil change. It wasn't working. Joe had picked up the pick axe again and was pounding the ground, over and over, still staring at her. She couldn't stop it, she had to give in, she threw her head back, grabbing on to the steering wheel, she grinded the bump with her clit, riding it back and forth, bringing herself to climax. A moment passed as she remembered she was driving and quickly turned before she ran out of the field. She caught Joe's eye as she turned and she could tell he was amused, probably thinking of what he was going to do to her.

Jess finished the field with her head down, concentrating on the task at hand and not looking up at her husband. When she was done, she drove the tractor back. Shawn was sitting by the barn, separating some bulbs to be planted. 

"You all done?" he asked, looking up at her.

"Yup, all mowed," Jess answered, her whole body numb from the vibrations. 

"Great, thanks! I think the rest of your friends are waiting for you down by the parking lot. We got a lot done here today. It's nice that everyone comes out for Earth Day to help. Makes running this place much smoother," Shawn said with a smile.

Jess gave him a genuine smile back. All in all she really liked the farm and was glad they were part of it. Even if it meant she was on her way home to get spanked.

She made the lonely march alone down to the parking lot. Joe, Ken and Stacey were leaning against Joe's truck, talking and laughing. 

"Hey Girl," Stacey yelled. "We thought you might have decided to stay on the farm," she laughed.

"Just wanted to finish what I started," Jess said, making sure to not to make eye contact with Joe.

"Well, I have some stuff I want to finish, too," Joe said, shaking Ken's hand goodbye and giving Stacey a kiss on the cheek.

Jess blushed, saying goodbye to Ken and Stacey and jumping up into the truck.

They were silent on the way home. Jess letting the anticipation build, not knowing what to expect. Was Joe even more mad at her after having to dig trenches all morning? She hadn't thought of him digging trenches in the hot sun when she signed him up. And, did he know she had cum? She was sure that he had, but they were very far away from each other and perhaps he wasn't able to tell. The closer the got to home the more anxious she became, not knowing what was going to happen.

Joe, on the other hand, was totally enjoyed watching his wife squirm. He knew exactly what he was doing when he volunteered her to go sit on the rusty old tractor. He smiled thinking of how intense the pleasure must have been for her sitting on that thing with the butt plug and Ben Wa Balls inside her, bringing her whole sex alive. It was kinda mean to take off his shirt, he had to admit. He worked everyday outside in all kinds of weather. He was used to it, he didn't need to take his shirt off, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to make his wife disobey him and cum so that he could have the thrill of spanking her tight ass later, bent over his knee, driving the plug inside of her and filling her with his power.

He parked the car and came around to Jess' side of the truck, opening the door for his lovely bride and putting his hand out to help her down. Jess looked at him, unsure of what to do and reluctant to take his hand.

"Come on, let's go take a shower, I know we could both use one," Joe said, leading Jess through the house and upstairs to the master bath.

Joe turned on all of the shower heads. He had renovated the bathroom himself and he didn't skimp on anything. They had two high rainfall showerheads and then jet heads that lined the walls spraying in all directions. Steam started to fill the room and Jess started to relax a little with the comfort of home.

Joe unhooked the straps of Jess' overalls, letting them fall to the floor as she stepped out the them, taking her shoes and socks off with her feet. He looked deep into her eyes, letting her know that she had his full attention and she felt better knowing that , whatever was about to happen, at least she knew she was the only thing on his mind. 

He grabbed the bottom of her tank top and peeled it off over her head. Pausing a moment, he took a second to stare at his beautiful wife, standing in front of him in only a bra and panties. He wanted to fuck her right then and there up against the wall. To grab her ass and pick her up and feel her legs wrap around him as he lowered her onto his waiting cock. But, he had to control himself, he was not done with her yet. 

Take off your bra and panties, he commanded her. She slowly did as she was told, feeling a bit humiliated and very turned on. Joe ran his hands over her firm breasts, stopping at each nipple and playing with its round mound. He bent down, taking one into his mouth, sucking on its firmness and circling it with the tip of his tongue. 

Jess, having fully recovered from her romp with a tractor, could feel that familiar wanting start in her. The balls feeling heavy in her now, after 3 hours, and she didn't want to just cum, she wanted Joe to take her in his arms and fuck her. She grabbed the back of his head, running her hands through his dark hair pulling him off her breast and bringing him up to her mouth kissing him longingly, sucking his tongue into her giving him a hint about what she wanted. 

Joe felt his erection grow in his tight jeans, as he undid his belt and let his pant fall kicking off his boots and peeling off his shirt. Both naked now, they made their way into the hot steam of the shower. The kissing getting more and more passionate, Joe matching Jess' sucking with his own deep plunge into her sweet mouth. His hard cock pressed against her pelvis, and his hand firmly on her ass, putting pressure on her already full pelvis, wanting to fill the space himself with his sex.

Joe almost lost himself and took his wife right there. He took a step back, "Lets get you clean," he said, grabbing a shower puff and the body wash. He ran the soft soapy puff all over Jess' body, around her firm round breasts, down her flat stomach, over her round firm ass. He got down on his knees in front of his wife. He needed to have some sort of sex with her before he could go on, she was just so hot. He threw one of her legs over his shoulder and grabbed her tight ass, supporting her and also drawing her wet pussy into his face. He inhaled her sweet smell, making him want to bury his cock into her tight warm hole.

He began licking her slit, thrusting deep into her with his tongue and then circling her clit with his tongue. Over and over he did this, matching his thrust by grabbing her ass and bringing it into him, driving her wild. 

Jess could hardly stand, wrapping her leg tightly around his strong shoulders for support and pulling him in deeper with her calf. She grabbed her breasts, the water cascading over them, making them warm and slippery. She massaged her nipples the waves of their pleasure traveling down and meeting the pleasure in her clit. Every time Joe pulled her ass toward his devouring tongue, it thrust the plug deeper into her which would shift the Ben Wa Balls into her spot. She felt like she was an instrument of sex, each part of her being played masterfully and making a beautiful melody. She could feel her excitement rising and she called out,"Oh my god, you're gonna make me cum. Make me cum, baby." 

With that, Joe stopped, looking up at her. "I told you, not yet." he said, backing away from her wanting pussy. She looked down at him with longing, playing with her breast and grinding her sex into him, trying to get him to give in. He gave her clit one long last suck and stood up, "Soon, my love. Soon," he said as he turned off the water. He got out of the shower and left Jess standing there, craving him with deep desire.

"Please, this isn't fair. Joe, I need you, please," she pleaded, following him out of the shower and grabbing his shoulder.

"I know, I know, soon I will let you cum. Bad girls who disobey and cum on tractors need to be punished before they can come again," he said, looking down at his beautiful bride who was pulsing with desire.

"You saw." Jess said, looking down at the floor, ashamed.

"Of course I saw, Jess. I told you, I always know," he said tilting up her chin with his finger and kissing her softly on the lips. "Now, take a minute to dry off, put on lotion if you want, do what you need to do. But, don't get dress and don't take out the Ben Wa Balls or the plug. I want you to come to me naked and wanting. I'll meet you in the bedroom." And, with that, he turned and left.

A moment passed as Jess stood in the bathroom, trying to compose herself. She was afraid of what her punishment would be but she was anxious to get it over with so that she could finally feel her husband deep inside her. She dried off, combed her hair and brushed her teeth. She picked out her best smelling most luxurious lotion and rubbed it all over herself. She admired herself in the steamy mirror. The lotion giving her tanned skin a nice glow. 'Might as well get this over with' she thought as she opened the door to the bedroom.

Joe was sitting on the bed, wearing his black thin pajama bottoms with the drawstring. He knew tshe loved the way he looked in those and often wore them for their 'sessions'. Next to him on the bed was a black leather paddle. It had three hearts cut into it making three heart shaped holes on the flat wide surface. Joe had never used a paddle on her before, only his hand. Jess stopped when she saw it and gave him a scared look.

"Joe, no! What is that? Can't you just spank me with your hand?" Jess pleaded, "I took the plug, please, nothing else new today." 

Joe stood up and took his wife's hand. He knew he would have no luck getting her over his knee unless he put her there. 

"Its okay, you can do this. I've tried my hand and it hasn't seemed to work. If it had I would be on the couch watching baseball right now," he quipped, giving her a devilish grin. 

He pulled his wife over to him and guided her down over his knee. "There, that's a good girl," he said, rubbing her naked ass.

Jess felt the pressure of the Ben Wa Balls deep inside her as she laid bent over Joe's lap. His thigh was right in the bend of her hips, across her pelvis making her so aware of the fullness inside her. Her emotions were all over the place as he laid his forearm along her back, holding her down and increasing the pressure even more. If she wasn't so worried about that paddle, she would have really been enjoying this sensation. 

Joe took the paddle in his free hand and gently rubbed his wife's round ass with it. He circled a few times, gently letting the anticipation build. He gave her one firm smack, bring the paddle down right over the butt plug as he asked her, "What have you done to make me spank you today?"

Jess jerked forward on her husband's lap with the impact from the paddle. The hard leather against her soft skin gave a much harder sting than she was used to from Joe's strong hand. It took her a few seconds to compose herself after the blow and when she didn't answer right away Joe brought the paddle down again firmly on her ass.

"I asked you a question," he demanded, letting her know that he was in charge. "Why are you getting this spanking?"

"Because I disobeyed you. I couldn't control myself and I let myself cum when I shouldn't have," Jess said, her voice cracking a little.

"That's right," he said, bringing the paddle down again, harder, sending the sensation deep into her with the penetrating thrust of the plug. "And what else?" he asked, again bring down the paddle, thrusting her forward on his lap with the impact, the skin on her ass getting a soft halo of red.

Again, it took her a minute to regroup after the last blow and Joe didn't like to be kept waiting. 

"Whack" he brought down the paddle. "You are not saving yourself any smacks by taking so long to answer," Joe said, bringing the paddle down again, noticing the faint heart shaped marks this paddle left on his wife's tender ass.

"I volunteer you for things when I shouldn't," Jess yelled out, trying to answer more quickly.

"That's right. And when you do things I have asked you not to do, over and over, what happens?" he asked, bring the paddle down again.

Jess gasped from the sting but recovered quickly enough to answer without getting another blow. "You punish me," she yelled, out of breath.

"That's right. I punish you," he said, again bringing the paddle down, with the hardest blow yet. Jess jerked forward, putting her hand down on the floor for balance, fearing he was going to paddle her right off his lap. She was getting tired now, her muscles wanting to release the Ben Wa Balls and the plug feeling big in her ass now. She felt like she had had enough and she started to cry. 

Joe picked up on his wife's shift. It was enough, for her, he thought, even though he wanted to continue. He ran the paddle in circles over her scarlet ass, and leaned down, gently kissing both cheeks as she lay crying over his knee. He ran his hand down her back and help her sit up on his lap, facing him. Her beautiful face streaked with tears, he kissed her cheeks and tucked her hair behind her ears. "It okay," he said, hugging her. Jess sat, naked in his lap. She laid her head on his shoulder, quietly sobbing as he rubbed her head and whispered in her ear that everything was okay. Jess could feel the guilt of the day releasing from her after the spanking and her tears renewed her.

When he thought his wife was ready he said, "You should go clean yourself up now. You may take out your toys. Come back to me when you ready. Here, put this on." He handed her a soft pink silk teddy they both always liked.

She peeled herself off of Joe's lap even though she wanted to stay there forever and excused herself to the bathroom. She washed her face and brushed her hair. She twisted around to look at her ass in the mirror, and saw it was bright red. It stung from the forceful blows Joe had given her and she felt the heat from her skin as she stroked her ass. She squatted down and worked the plug and then the Ben Wa Balls out of herself. She Washed them and returned them to their boxes. She slipped on the teddy, feeling its cool silk slide against her hot skin. She looked at herself in the mirror, and when she was satisfied, she went back to the bedroom.

Joe was sitting in the same place on the bed and when she went to him, he reached out to her but, instead of hugging her, like she expect, he again pulled her over his knee.

"JOE NO! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!" she yelled, getting upset. She could feel her tears coming back to her as she struggled to get away from him.

"Shhhh, calm down," Joe said, holding her firmly and not letting her get away. He began rubbing her scorching ass with something that instantly felt cool. She relaxed into him, welcoming the cooling relief.

"Its just Aloe." he said, lifting the teddy and exposing her ass to him. He worked in the cooling gel, relieving her of her pain. He could feel his cock, ready to burst staring at his wife's virgin ass, knowing that her ass would never be more ready for him than it was right now after a few hours with the plug. Knowing he had to go slow with her right now, he widened his caresses, massaging her ass, back and neck. He could feel her body relax and she began to trust his touch again. 

When he was sure she was relaxed, and had recovered from the spanking, he began to inch toward her tight ass, circling it with his finger and spreading her tender cheeks, teasing her ass with the tip of his finger, waiting to gauge her response. He played in her inviting crack, wanting so badly to finger her. He was happy when he felt her match his teasing by grinding her hips up into his waiting hand, inviting him deeper. He reached over the the nightstand and grabbed some lube. He squeezed out a good sized dab and spread it over Jess' ass, testing the waters by penetrating her ass with his finger, slowly inserting just the tip and then its whole length into her tight hole.

Jess let out a small moan and worked her hips up toward his hand, pushing against it and driving his eager finger deeper into her forbidden cavern. She again let out a moan as his cock throbbed, wanting to fuck her. It was now she who was punishing him because if he didn't cum soon he was going to explode.

He grabbed her waist with both hands and laid her on the bed with her ass up. He got on top of her, grinding his cock in the crack of her ass, reaching around in front of her to grab her breast, kissing her neck. He continued grinding on her, working her nipples and kissing her until he could feel that she was as filled with as much desire as he was. 

"Are you sure you are up for this?" he whispered, nibbling her ear as the breath of his words tickled her.

"Please, fuck me. Fuck my ass, I've been waiting for you all day," she said in a breathy wanting voice.

Her words sent a rush of blood to his already rock hard cock, making it throb with desire. He rose up on his strong arms and hovered over his wife's perfect body. He looked down at his hard cock as he separated her round cheeks with his hard shaft. He felt the wall of her tight hole as he started to push against it, opening it up and feeling her tight muscles relax around him inviting him in. It was amazing, her tight ass giving way to his hard cock as pushed firmly into her. She was so tight around him and he was so turned on by the tight fit of their bodies.

Jess moaned with pleasure. She thought she would hate having Joe's cock in her ass. Thinking it would hurt, she planned on just getting through it because she knew had badly he wanted her ass. But, she was surprised to find that she loved the sensation of Joe filling her. It made her feel like she was his puppet, every part of her connected to his cock, so intense was the feeling of him inside her there.

Jess moaned again, throwing her head back, her long hair tickling her back. She slammed her body back to meet Joe's thrusts, pushing him deep inside her and opening herself up to take in as much of him as she could. His cock massaged her ass and his hand massaged her firm nipple, rolling it between his fingers. She wanted to cum so bad. She reached down to her hard, wet clit and began rubbing it with her finger, moaning into the pillow.

Joe couldn't believe how well Jess' virgin ass was taking his large cock. Not only was she taking it, she was loving it. He could feel how turned on she was by her nipples, which were so hard in his hands, making his cock pulse with excitement. But, when she reached back to rub her little clit, moaning into the pillow, he couldn't control himself. Jess being turned on and cumming on him was always the ultimate turn on for him. That, coupled with the tightness of her ass around his cock, was about all he could handle. 




Tree Hugger Loves Butt Plugger



He tried to think about something else, to prolong the pleasure, but he couldn't help himself. His hot wife's tight ass and the sound of her pleasure made him shoot his hot load deep in her virgin ass. He collapsed onto his wife, thrusting his cock deep inside of her, and cumming, kissing her neck and shoulder and whispering how good she felt in her ear. He felt her respond to his words, working her clit and feeling his hot cum inside her. 

She moaned into the pillow, "Don't stop, make me cum,' she moaned, so close to her climax.

Joe kept thrusting into her until he could feel her waves of intense pleasure wrapped around him. 

"That's right Babe, cum on that dick." He whispered as he felt her slow, relaxing into her orgasm.

"I love you." He said, impressed with his wife and more in love with her than ever.

"I love you, too," Jess moaned, smiling because only she knew that she had already signed Joe up to help her sister move next weekend.



Tree Hugging Can Be Fun



Some of the "facts" in this story are blatantly untrue.

Peter Knole wasn't a man given to extremes of temper, seemingly in spite of his thickly coiffeured locks of almost dazzlingly red hair he remained, outwardly, the essence of calm contemplation. But some days started with memos like this:

Get down there and sort that bitch out.

Which generally had the effect of diverting any kind of contemplation into action. Peter always added the word 'Precipitative' to anything which moved him from his routine. He rose from his desk and picked his jacket from the back of the chair and shrugging into the sleeves, whispered to himself "Precipitative." He enjoyed the word. The sibilants and plosives rolling around his teeth, lips and tongue. "Precipitative."

As he walked through the outer office his secretary 'the delightful Shirley' looked up from her keyboard and smiled. "Hat?"

"What would I do without you Shirley?" Peter said as he walked back the way he had come to retrieve his wide brimmed fedora that kept the sunlight from making a burning orange desert of his almost albino complexion.

* * *

Surrounding the manicured pitch of the Vine Cricket Ground are eight oak trees. Another stands on the pitch itself, making nine. The pitch is one of the oldest in England and two of the trees are amongst the oldest of the flora which decorate "England's mountains green." These two trees are the remains of what give the name to the town of Sevenoaks in Kent. Your local council want to tear down these graceful examples of English heritage to satisfy the expanding globalization of disinterested "free marketeers." Please support our peaceful campaign to preserve your children's legacy. 

McKenna squinted her eyes, wishing she'd remembered her sunglasses as she watched the 'suit' strolling towards her. Here it comes she thought. The trouble shooter. The heavy brigade.

She slid her back down the bole of the tree feeling the warm bark tingle her spine, as she deliberately assumed a position of lowly supplicant. A fleeting smile crossed her lips when she caught a glimpse of her own cleavage and acknowledged her deliberate choice of summer shirt with three buttons missing. That and her present position (chained even) would be all the better for negotiating with authority suits. Keeping the opposition unbalanced was one of the first things she'd learned in her short civil service career.

Still reading the flyer which he'd picked up from a nearby leafleter, Peter slowed as he entered the dappled shadow of the tree, smiling his thankfulness for the intermittent shade. He stopped, unwilling to put on his specs now that the bright sunlight no longer aided his vision. He glanced towards the young... make that youngish - woman apparently shackled to the trunk, turned on his smile in pre-greeting and continued reading the flyer.

Well at least he knows the game she thought and as long as he sticks to the rules this might be quite entertaining, McKenna decided that the open knees weren't necessary and shivered slightly as she extended her lengthy limbs to flatten against the sward.  Sward? It's grass you silly tart. This isn't gothic romance, it's keeping the greenery. When she looked up she saw the puzzled expression on the suit's face Oh God, he's reading my internal commentary Well at least she'd managed to keep from actually whispering the words to herself. A trait which she suspected had been the entire reason for non-promotion whilst training to be a suit herself.

"Good morning." Peter smiled. "My name is Peter Knole, and you are?"

"McKenna." Said McKenna.

"So Ms McKenna --" emphasizing the Ms

"Just..." she interrupted. "Just McKenna."

Peter raised his eyebrows. "Just McKenna, like just Madonna."

"Not like just Madonna, no. McKenna is my name not a persona." Shit, he was already pressing her buttons after two sentences. She looked up and noted happily that the suit's eyes didn't move quite fast enough from her open shirt back to her face. Fifteen all she grinned.

"McKenna." Said Peter feeling a slight warmth which must be reddening his ears if not his cheeks at having been caught looking.

"Knole." McKenna said, "Any relation?" she asked referring to the family name of the local seat.

Glad for the distraction Peter replied. "Vaguely if at all. Removed by generations and geography."

"Well good for you." She noted the cut of the suit's suit and the matching, wide brimmed hat and decided that that however vaguely related the suit had taste. The suit was taste. "How can I help you?" she said in a paradoxical question. The supplicant offering help to the giver.

"You do know this is all rubbish." Peter said holding out the leaflet, which he used to block any view of the open shirt and give him a better chance to look McKenna in the eyes. Those strikingly blue eyes, with irises outlined in millimetre deeper shade before giving way to bright white.

There's something wrong here. Peter thought. I've managed to antagonise her within one minute of supposed negotiation and now I'm just staring into her luscious blue eyes

* Blink *

McKenna squinted as the suit paused and said. "You don't appear to have any eyebrows."

* Blink *

"Should you be standing in the direct sunlight?" She patted a large root of the tree in invitation. "Sit here."

Peter remained standing in indecision. She was asking him to get closer. Move willingly into her intimate space Why have I never come across this woman before? He moved to sit and asked "Have we met before?"

McKenna, smiling, shook her head 'no' Thirty -- fifteen "I think I would have remembered someone like you." Too obvious. You're not some femme-fatale, you're a tree-hugging socialite -- socialist. The word is socialist.

* Blink *

"I.. erm... I think I'd have remembered someone so ginger." She said, twirling a strand of her hair to indicate what she had deduced.

Peter dropped the leaflet, removed his fedora with one hand and ran the fingers of the other through his flaming hair, before replacing the hat at a slightly jauntier angle.

McKenna looked away as Peter retrieved the fallen leaflet for want of distraction.

"This... Leaflet. It's all rubbish you know." Peter said brandishing the sheet of paper once more.

"Which part?"

"All of it."

"I didn't write it you know."

"But it's all a part of this protest."

"But still. I didn't write it. Would you scratch my nose please?"

McKenna wrinkled her nose and pointed her face at him. Peter grinned and extended his index finger to graze the end of the proffered part with a long, recently manicured nail.

"Thankyou."

"You're welcome." He recognised the tactic for what it was, a change of subject, probably meant to keep him off balance and away from the reason for his visit. He actually found that he liked her and that to get anywhere he would have to set himself for a longer haul than he had anticipated.

"I'll tell you what." McKenna said as if divining his thoughts "Let's move round a bit out of the sunlight. It's very warm." As a ruse it worked very well and Peter wasn't above 'going with the flow' if that's what it would take to resolve this. McKenna began inching her feet beneath her in order to stand up and move around the tree which is when he fully realised that she was actually shackled by three-quarter inch chain surrounding the trunk. He also realised that the request for a nose scratching, while not necessarily driven by an actual itch did constitute a further invitation to closer intimacy. He pondered this as he watched McKenna struggle to her feet

The age-blackened bark of the tree against her back gave McKenna some difficulty. As she rose to her feet the tree pulled at her shirt, tearing the fourth button and then embarrassingly popping the remaining three. Whilst she was not averse to employing her femininity for greater ends she did draw the line at public exposure and her decision to 'enhance her chances' by foregoing a bra that morning seemed to be deliberately going against her.

McKenna stopped in mid stretch and looked at Peter, who was unsuccessfully trying to hide a widening grin. "Please?" she asked of his down turned hat, which is all she could see at that point.

"Yes. Of course." Peter said "I apologise." He held the sheet of paper between his teeth as he reached for the wayward buttons. "Just hold it together while I stand up." She instructed. Peter wasn't entirely sure of what it was that he should 'hold together', the shirt or his outright laughter. He decided on the former and launched into one of his rehearsed patters gleaned vaguely that morning directly from google and wikipedia.

"Sevenoaks gets its name from the Saxon word "Se-wen-echa"," at this atrocious rendition Peter spat out the paper between his lips and continued ""Seouenaca" a chapel near seven oak trees in Knole Park.. Contrary to popular myth, the town is not named after the seven oak trees that lined the boundary of the Vine Cricket Ground, five of which were destroyed in the Great Storm of 1987. Those trees were one of several sets of seven oaks around the town and date from 19-something or other, when they were planted to commemorate the Coronation of King Edward the seventh"

McKenna noted the drone for what it was, noise to cover any embarrassment, and took her time and advantage of the situation. As she gained inch by inch up the bole of the tree she would suddenly fall fractionally back, causing her almost free breasts to barely brush through the thin material of her shirt onto the fingers or backs of Peter's hands as he manfully struggled for composure. Thirty-fifteen

"The seventh oak of the ground is situated somewhat within the boundary of the cricket pitch and as such gives the pitch the unique distinction of being able to score a five rather than a six when a batsman lofts a delivery across the rope boundary.

McKenna now stood at her full height enjoying Peter's rather strained voice and the feel of the tightness of her shirt pulled closely in his grip. She urged him on. "How's that then?"

Peter risked a glance and saw McKenna was on her feet. With shaking fingers he started to fasten the few buttons remaining and laughed nervously. "What? Oh... How's that. Very good."

Peter's attention was now forced to focus on McKenna's shirt. Her shirt buttons to be precise but this angle gave him a direct view of her braless cleavage. Sweat stood out on his forehead, not all of it attributable to the heat of the sun on his back.

McKenna's grin was now wider than the one Peter had worn previously and she noted with some warmth that even though the buttons were now done-up Peter's fingers still lingered on the buttons and his head was still bowed. She would give him another minute. "How come you can score five instead of six?"

"Oh... erm" Peter considered the foolhardiness of remaining in this uncouth and positively ill-mannered position, staring at this woman's delightful cleavage, a dark V of freckle spotted skin giving way to the pale rise of pink flesh at either side. At least, surely at least until he had finished his muttering tale. "Any delivery which touches any part of the tree but escapes the boundary of the pitch is called as a five instead of a six." He straightened and looked into her eyes. Fourty -- fifteen

McKenna took a step to her side and began to drag the chain around. Peter put a restraining hand on her shoulder. "It would be best if you let me help you do that."

"I'm a woman." McKenna almost screamed "Not some-"

"Erm no. No, no. It's not that." He interrupted. She stopped. He continued. "Dragging the chain around the tree might cause some damage to the bark. That could be construed as criminal damage."

"Right. She said. "Thankyou." fourty -- thirty

After they both struggled a quarter way around the tree in order that the 'negotiation' could take place in slightly less discomfort McKenna asked: "Who sent you?"

He looked again into her eyes and crinkled his own. "Like you, I'm not at liberty."

"To divulge. Very good. I suppose you play chess as well?"

"Not as well as you, I don't think." Quite apart from McKenna's tantalising appearance Peter was very much taken with his opponent. I could easily spend a very pleasant evening, over dinner with this 'girl'. He put the quote marks around 'girl' in his own mind. Never having been any good at guessing ages he put her somewhere older than twenty but less than fifty. He also made the mental note never to use the term 'girl' when addressing her, realising that it would most likely come across as patronising or at least disingenuous.

"So what's this then? The Thomas Crown Affair?" She asked, straight faced.

"Hmm no. That would make you Steve McQueen and I could never pull off Faye Dunaway..." he paused for dramatic effect and then once more pulled off his hat to run fingers through his hair. "Not with this."

McKenna's face contorted with barely held laughter until she broke into a fit of giggling when Peter produced from a pocket of his dark coat a chess piece, the white queen, which he proceeded to delicately run about his lips and tongue. Every time that McKenna dared look Peter would raise coquettish eyebrows in a lascivious question at which she would fall into outright screaming laughter.

For the first time that afternoon Peter Knole had no mind for the job he had been sent to do

Eventually, and with almost perfect timing, Peter put away the chess piece and let McKenna catch her breath. After another five minutes she had regained enough composure to ask again: "Who sent you?"

"I've already said. I can't tell you." 

McKenna waited. 

"I can tell you what the memo said."

"Ok then, what did the memo say?" she asked.

"It said: 'Get down there and sort that bitch out.'"

"Bitch? That sounds like Paul."

"You know Paul?"

"Ex-husband."

"Ah. That would explain the 'bitch'."

"Indeed."

"Well, being little more than an acquaintance, I tend to ignore pejorative terms in personal mail."

"Pejorative?" She raised her own eyebrows and Peter could feel himself falling into those blue depths revealed which is what made his decision firm. I can't let her go,

"Pejorative, yes. And so the memo effectively said "Get down there and sort that out."

"Which is why you're successfully seducing me."

Successfully? If there was any seducing it wasn't started by me. Am I being played here?

Oh God why did I say that? It was me that started it all. Why did I say 'successfully'? I want him, Am I being played here?

DEUCE

Peter recovered first and said "They only send me as a last resort. If I can't sort it, it can't be sorted. It's what I do. And I'm very good."

"And have you sorted it? Are you going to sort it?"

"Actually..." Peter let the sentence hang, unsure whether to let this woman know she had won by default and not because he found himself captivated by her, but because it was the easiest route. Indeed had been the only sensible route as soon as he had read the memo.

"Actually," he began again but was interrupted by the shrill chirp of his mobile phone. For the second or third time that day, as a matter of fact for the second or third time in about four years, Peter stood immobile in indecision.

"Aren't you going to answer that?"

"If it's important they'll call back."

"Well one day it will be important and they won't call back."

* Blink *

"I'll be back in a minute."

McKenna settled back into the warmth of the tree and mentally hugged herself wondering about her rapid pulse, the glowing feeling in the pit of her stomach and the unmistakable tingle of now-stiffening nipples as she watched the suit weave across the green sward, Yes sward. It may not be gothic but it's definitely romance.

After twenty five minutes Peter walked back, snapping his phone closed and with a decisive grimace across his face. When she caught his eye, he smiled. A youthful, mischievous smile under the shadow of his wide brimmed fedora. McKenna opened her mouth to speak.

Peter raised his hand. "Don't say anything. I've made fifteen phone calls in the past twenty minutes. One of them for a reservation at that Italian restaurant for the two of us tonight at 8 o'clock." McKenna opened her mouth to speak again. "Ah-a-a." Peter stopped her again with the raised hand. He continued. "The other calls were to, it doesn't matter who to, but here's what's happening. The planning meeting is tomorrow night, starting at 5.30, this development has been pushed forward on the agenda so that it doesn't slip through 'on the nod', the developer, a friend of a friend, will withdraw from the project if the permission doesn't go through first time, he's got money tied up elsewhere and can't afford delay. The planning committee were about one third against the project on environmental grounds anyway. Your friends of friends I believe? She nodded. "It might be a bit touch and go but.. I am here and it has been sorted."

"So that's it? We've won?" McKenna began jigging in place in a miniature celebratory dance and then noticed that Peter was trying unobtrusively to 'adjust his dress' without actually moving, but squirming in seeming agony. When she realised what he was attempting and the reason for his discomfort she remembered again her morning decision to go without her bra. She stopped jigging.

"No-n-n-no. Not quite, you'll have to maintain a presence here, which means..." and all of a sudden Peter had become the shy guy again.

"I need a replacement." McKenna finished "If I've got a date for a fancy Italian restaurant."

"Is that a yes?"

She smiled "Did you doubt it Mr. Trouble shooter? Mr. Heavy mob? Mr. I'm-very-good-at-my-job?"

"Ok. Alright. Can you get someone to take your place?"

"No problemo." And McKenna simply let go of the chain which girdled the tree and walked forward shouting "CHARLEY. CAN YOU DO TONIGHT? FROM NOW?"

* * *

The public gallery of the council chamber where the planning committee met was partitioned from the meeting by a three foot high wooden balustrade, which meant the public in the front row had to lean forward with their arms on it to view the whole of the meeting room. This also meant that the councilors and various civil servants had a view only of disembodied heads as audience.

McKenna sat as though raptured whilst the interminable forms of welcome, minutes and reports were droned blearily on to a seemingly disinterested committee.

Peter, hatless, sat by her side, after finding that McKenna's ex was safely seated facing the Chair and apparently oblivious to the otherwise empty gallery, he watched the occasional sway of McKenna's breasts as she shifted position on the hard cushionless seats or the flutter of sun-browned hands pushing stray locks of hair from her face and heard the faint rattle of three quarter inch chain bracelets on her wrist.

His eyes narrowed. "We're you-"

"Shsh. This is us." 

"McKenna?" Peter hissed.

"What?" she whispered back without turning her head and baring her teeth to the usher in the room below in apology.

Peter leaned forward and with his lips to her ear he asked. "Were you chained to that tree?"

McKenna tilted her head slightly and Peter turned to hear. "No silly." She placed the palm of her hand on Peter's lap and said "Now hush and listen."

Peter sat back stunned.

Very soon, as the debate on the floor got into flow Peter could feel McKenna's fingers twitching and dancing on his thigh which, given the situation and his professional standing, was both at once disconcerting and thrilling.

McKenna seemed to be getting hugely excited by the events below as councilors of both sides made their feelings (and consequently some of their dealings) known to the others, then once or twice Peter heard someone or other directly addressing McKenna's ex-husband and she would surge in her seat, pressing her chest to the wooden rail and digging her fingers into Peter's thigh. Quite soon Peter could feel his own passion rising, well not so much rising as snaking forward, and fortunately or unfortunately the forward was in the direction of McKenna's grasping fingers.




Tree Hugging Can Be Fun



Peter maintained his position on the bench with some difficulty, feeling both slightly ashamed at his desire for contact and delight as it brushed time and again against McKenna's fingers.

The debate on the floor of the chamber was becoming quite heated as was McKenna's finger work and Peter's libido. When the chairman banged his gavel to create some order McKenna raised her hand from his thigh and slapped the palm back down directly onto his engorged prick. As the words below faded from his hearing all that Peter could concentrate on was McKenna's hand holding rigidly onto his cock.

He moved his hand across the bench at McKenna's side and then slid it, palm up down the length of her thigh. McKenna seemed to be wholly involved in the shouting match on the floor of the chamber but slumped forward easily and rested the whole of her right breast onto his open hand.

At last. Advantage me. and she lifted the heel of her right foot pressing his hand on her knee to flatten her breast with its now tingly-aching nipple into his palm.

McKenna glanced sideways to see Peter still laid back against the seat, with his eyes closed and she grinned hugely when his eyes flew open as she deftly unzipped his fly and delved deep into the confines of his shorts to grasp his swollen cock in her hand.

Peter resigned himself and leaned back once more to allow her access as he gripped McKenna's tit in his hand, holding and squeezing the rigid nipple between two outstretched fingers. As she worked his hard cock into the open Peter felt McKenna slipping from his grasp when she leaned forward, seemingly with greater interest in the debate as it wound towards conclusion.

Her knees came up against the wood of the partition and she hitched herself forward to flatten both breasts against the balustrade there, moving slowly and minutely from side to side feeling the smooth polished wood dragging at her tits. She raised her backside, praying that he would get the message. 

After some few seconds and a sideways shift Peter got the message and delved beneath McKenna's proffered arse.  Doesn't she own any underwear at all? He slid a finger into the hot and wet fold of flesh that was there. McKenna sighed deeply and pulled out Peter's cock into the warm air of the council chamber.

The chairman raised his voice. "Can we see by a show of hands if this application is passed?"

McKenna began to wank Peter's cock with a long, hard fingered rhythm at the words, Peter reciprocated and pushed two fingers into her pussy.

"Those for the application?"

McKenna picked up the pace as glistening silver coated her hand. Peter forged three fingers into her cunt.

"Those against?"

McKenna's hand and forearm moved spastically up and down Peter's darkly pink prick. Peter flicked out his middle finger to press against her unfolded clit.

"Permission not granted."

McKenna whooped and raised her free hand in a fist as Peter came and splashed against the polished wood, over her hand and across her dress. McKenna shuddered violently as a cry escaped her lips which she somehow forced into the words "Yay for Sevenoaks."