0 comments/ 67815 views/ 3 favorites The Tree By: Tubatickler Terri had a difficult day at school. As with most days, she was glad to get home and away from nosey girls and crude boys. She dropped her books on the table and made a quick sandwich. She was hungry. The day was sunny and warm as early June can be. She left the house and headed for her private spot in the woods. She loved this spot and would go there whenever she wanted peace and quite. Terri had just turned Eighteen earlier in the year in February. She had passed through puberty, with the typical fears and misunderstandings about her body. She fought off the nasty boys as they began to notice her breasts developing and her hips beginning to take shape. She always had a cute fanny, and she was used to boys, and even men staring at it, but now she had them looking at her boobs. What a bother. She could not even get her best friend to look in her face when he was talking to her. He was her buddy, but now he was getting weird too. She stepped off the back porch with a light step. Terri was tall and her legs were still a little gangly. She wore knee socks and a plaid pleated skirt and a white cotton blouse. She walked past the horses, patted them on the neck, and said, “Sorry, no riding today.” She continued through the pasture to the back fence and carefully opened the electric gate, remembering the many time she had been shocked over the years. She continued on down the path as the long branches of the trees, fresh with new leaves swayed in the breeze above her head, breaking the sunshine into a kaleidoscope of color on the soft grasses at either side of the path. Wild flowers poked their heads up from the grass everywhere and their smell was very sweet. She crossed a field with tall soft fresh grass hay, which would be ready for cutting soon. Terri sat down on a rock and took her shoes off and then her knee socks. She loved the feel of the grass as it caressed her legs as she walked through the field. She kept an eye out for garter snakes, not because she was afraid of them, but because she did not want to step on them and hurt them. The sun was so warm, she pulled her blouse out of her skirt and let it flutter in the breeze against her hips. She felt very comfortable and loose as she walked. She felt the warm earth under her feet. On the other side of the field, she found the next path next to the creek and followed it deep into the forest. She had visited her hideout a lot when she was just a girl, but since she began blossoming, she had little time for simple pleasures of a girl. Up ahead she could see the tall branches of her tree. The tree, her friend and confidant, had stood there for over a hundred years. Its branches could be seen from a quarter of a mile, waving to her, saying, “Hello.” No one ever came to the tree and as far as she knew, no one even knew it was there. She walked up to it and said, “Hello mother”. For Terri, the security of the tree and privacy reflected the things she loved about her own mother. However, the tree was non-judgmental. It listened to her private confessions and silly thoughts and listened to her sing without more than a peaceful waving of its gentle boughs. The trunk of the tree was large enough that it took three arm-spans to encircle it. Three branches split out from the trunk nearly at the ground, forming a wonderful seat between them. From the split, each of the branches extended out nearly seventy-five feet from the tree base. Terri asked the same question she always asked, “Mother, may I sit in your big lap?” The tree always seemed to say, “Yes of course dear, climb on up.” Terri put her hands in the crotch of the tree and pushed herself up until she could slip her knee into the palm cradle of the tree and then she pulled herself up the rest of the way. The tree branches were broad and she leaned her back against one branch, pulled her knees up in front of her, and wrapped her arms around her ankles. Sitting quite quietly in the lap of the tree, she closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and sighed. She sat like that for a long while and then opened her eyes just a little and saw the leafy green umbrella over her that was blurred by her long eyelashes. She could hear the wind rustling through the branches and the leaves fluttered, catching the bright sun, making the green canopy sparkle against the deep blue sky. She propped her legs up on each of the boughs, felt the bark of the tree against her inner calves, and began rubbing her legs against the tree. With her eyes closed, she felt the touch intensified. Her hands reached out and found branches and she caressed the branches with her hands, feeling the rough bark. She felt free and as if she was part of the forest. The tree seemed to breath as she felt its warm soft bark. She felt the wind blow against her skin at the opening of her blouse above her top button and felt it gently slipping up under her pleated skirt. She began to feel the warmth build up in her hips. Terri unbuttoned her blouse, first checking to see that she was alone, and of course, she was. This was her private place, her hideout. Her white blouse fell back against the tree and her breasts were open to the spotted sunlight. Nipples erect and pink, she touched one and began to circle it with her fingertips and then pinch it and then pull on it. She moved her other hand to give the same attention to her other nipple. Hands both pinching and twisting them until they were hard as large pebbles. She began breathing more rapidly. She caressed her new breasts and found them strangely full and pliable. She squeezed them and pushed them around in circles. She pushed one up toward her mouth and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and could just touch the nipple with her wet pink tongue tip. She pushed her breast and nipple up farther until she could get her lips around the nipple and then sucked it as hard as she could. It felt so good. The sensation was as if she had three clitorises, all connected together. All were equally sensitive with the nerve endings close to the skin surface. Her hips began to churn and she let her legs slide down the outside of the two branches that were opposite the one against which she was leaning. Her skirt rode up until her white panties peaked out from her skirt hem. Terri moved her right hand down her soft stomach and across the coarse fabric of the skirt to the soft cotton panties. She could feel wetness at the center of her crotch and she traced the wet spot with her fingers. She continued to pinch and twist her nipples with the other hand alternating between breasts. She tried to reach down the top of her panties, but the skirt was in the way and so she unbuttoned it, slipped it off, and then put it under her sweet bottom as a cushion against the tree. Then she put her legs straight up in the air and slipped her panties off, tucking her knees into her chest and pointing her toes. Completely naked to the sky, she spread her legs around the two branches again, leaving her peach, the name she called her sex, open and completely exposed. She found her clitoris with her fingers and began to trace circles around it as it became hard. She remembered when she had first discovered how delicious her clitoris could feel when she was barely nine years old and knew just how to touch it to get it hard as a rock. She slid her two fingers down the insides of her labia along her clit and then down farther to the pouting flesh at the vagina entrance. She carefully touched her channel entrance. It was still blocked partially by her hymen. She was always careful not to open herself too much, but just one finger was wonderful. She slid her thin finger in and out and could feel her wet juices on her finger. She rubbed her juices on her clit and made it glisten in the sun. Her breath was coming rapidly now, her hips were churning, and she was very close to cuming. She pushed her hips down further between the two boughs of the tree and inside of her knees rubbed against the tree. The rough bark of the tree added to the sensation. Then she came. It embarrassed Terri a little as cum boiled out of her and forced its way through the small opening in her hymen and squirted out. Moreover, it did squirt out and splashed on the tree trunk and on her sweet round ass, it kept flowing from deep within her vagina, and she could feel the hot flow of juices down the crack of her ass. Her face and neck were flushed and so was her abdomen. She came, came, then shuddered, pulled her legs up to her chest, and then fell limp with her legs apart and her arms hanging down both sides of the branch she was leaning on. She was startled by the sound of branches snapping and leaves rustling and opened her eyes. At the edge of the clearing in front of her, she saw a boy who looked to be a little older than her, standing behind a small sapling. He was trying to hide, and he looked very funny as he tried to do so. Terri pulled her blouse over her breasts, pulled her legs from the sides of the branches, put her knees together, turned them to the side, and sat up. She was startled, but not afraid, because this was her safe place and anyone in her safe place must be ok. “Hello?” she said. There was no answer, but she could see him fidgeting behind the tree. She also noticed that he was naked. How odd she thought. She said hello again. This time the young man peaked around the tree to look at her. She smiled and said, “What are you doing here?” He came out from behind the tree and stood there facing her and displayed no embarrassment at being buck naked. Terri had little experience with naked men or boys in this case and found him wonderful to look at. He was tall, thin, with large blue eyes, and long curly brown hair. His shoulders were broad and his chest muscles sinewy. He had no hair on his body from the waist up. As her eyes ventured below his stomach, she saw his penis, long and perfectly shaped. His legs were muscular and his feet were bare. Terri asked, “Who are you?” He walked toward her and she saw how comfortable he was and how at ease he was in the forest. “Hello, My name is Steven. I live her. Who are you? I have never seen you here before?” the stranger said. “My name is Terri. What do you mean- you live here? This is the forest. Steven said, “I live in the forest. I was born here.” Terri asked, “Don’t you go to school? I haven’t seen you there.” Steven said, “I live in the forest and never leave. I am very glad you came to this spot. You are so very interesting. I do not see many people out her and especially girls. “So, you were watching me!” Terri said. “Yes, I have not seen a girl naked before. You looked so relaxed that I did not want to disturb you he said. The young man came close to the tree and stopped about three feet from the trunk. His face was beautiful, with clear skin, full lips and a strong nose. It was his eyes that were so remarkable. They were very large and the deep blue looked like liquid pools. Terri asked, “Do you always run around without clothes on?” Steven said, “I don’t ever wear clothes. I don’t need them in the forest.” “But what do you do when it rains or gets cold?” “I have places to go to for shelter and warmth.” He said. “Do you have family or friends? Where are they?” “The forest is very big and my family is a long way from here. I come her to this tree to get away from them.” Terri laughed, “So do I” Steven moved closer to the tree and closer to Terri. Terri could feel his bare arms against her legs and she could smell the forest in his hair. Steven said, “You are very beautiful. Your eyes and your mouth are very joyful and sweet. Your dark long hair looks very soft. May I touch it?” Terri said, “Yes if I can touch your hair too.” And she leaned forward and reached her hand up to touch his hair. As she did so, her blouse fell open and her bare chest and new breasts were exposed. Her nipples were very hard and large. She watched Steven look at them and he was not like the other perverts, as he drank in her nakedness in awe and adoration, with his beautiful blue eyes. He touched her hair and then traced her cheeks with his finger. As he did so, Terri felt a warm electric shiver course through her body. Terri asked, “Have you ever been with a woman before?” and Steven said no. She said, “I am a virgin too” “May I see your thing again? It looked very interesting from the edge of the forest when you were touching it.” Terri smiled and spread her long legs so he could see her peach. As she did so, she felt it only right that she should drink in the view of his penis. His penis was hard and standing straight up against his stomach. It reached to his navel and was as big around as her wrist. She began to breath hard and she cold feel her juices churn deep in her peach. He quietly looked at her peach and said, “I would like to touch it in the way you did and give you pleasure like you gave yourself.” Terri said, “Ok, but first I want to touch your cock. After all you have seen much more of me than I of you.” He smiled and moved closer. Terri reached down, took the head of his penis in her hands, and stroked her warm hands up and down the sides of his shaft. She could feel the odd combination of hardness and soft skin. She became very hot and flushed. That was the first time she had touched a man. Then she said, “You must be very gentle with my peach and be careful not to make the entrance to my vagina any larger.” Then she leaned back and spread her legs around the tree trunks again to give him full access to her sex. The young man reached out with his large beautiful hands, placed them on the insides of her thighs next to her crotch, and rubbed them up and down the soft skin of her legs. Terri pointed to her clitoris and said, “Touch me her. It is very sensitive.” He moved his hand to her clit, touched it with the tip of his finger, and began to press on it and then he pinched it and moved his finger up and down it over and over again. It grew larger and larger and Terri could feel the fluids in her vagina forming and then flowing to her hot little hole. She could feel her hot sap flow through her opening and down toward her little butt hole. Steven could see the sappy fluid and her moved is finger down to rub it and with his wet finger, her traced around her hymen which was completely visible because Terri’s peach was open as a flower. He rubbed the sides of her peach lips and her juices flowed more. Steven put his finger into her love channel very slowly and began moving it in and out, at first very slowly and then more rapidly. Terri kept coming with every orgasm. She was heaving and pinching her nipples. Her hips lifted up off the palm of the tree and she pushed her crotch closer to the young man. Another entrance caught the young man’s attention. As Terri’s juices flowed down, they pooled in the little puckered area of her butt hole. Steven moved his finger down and circled the little pink puckered area. As his finger touched it, it tightened and then relaxed revealing a small dark opening. He put his fingertip into the opening and it closed quickly, like a shy flower. However, he was persistent and kept circling the opening until it opened and let him put his finger inside. Terri’s little butt hole clamped down, involuntarily on his finger and then relaxed again. He pushed it in farther and started to feel the insides. Then he pushed deeper inside, sliding it in and out, as he did with her vagina. He began to rub her clit with his thumb and in a little while cum was flowing out of Terri’s peach and down onto his finger and hand. Terri was moaning, crying, and pumping her hips as the young man brought her to climax after climax. Terri’s eyes closed and her body went limp. Steven removed his finger and took hold of his cock and began to stroke it with one hand as her stroked her clitoris with the other. In a short while he came and his semen spurted up onto Terri’s stomach and on her sex and trickled down to her ass, mixing with her own cum juices. He shuddered, laughed, laid his head on her stomach, and kissed her repeatedly. They both giggled endlessly. Then Terri said, stop making me laugh, I gotta pee.” The young man smiled mischievously, and began to tickle her sides and her stomach. Terri wiggled and squirmed and hollered and then sure enough, she began to pee. Great sprinkles of pee came out of her like a little fountain, wet her thighs, and soaked the tree trunk as it fell. She kept peeing for a long time and they both giggles as they watched the fountain. When she was done, and the last hot droplets were flowing down her, the young man went over to the stream nearby, brought his hands full of water, pored it on her, and washed her all over. The cold water made her pee a little more. Then he went for more water and realized he had to pee too and he stood about twenty feet from Terri as he peed a long stream out ahead of him into the woods. Terri had never seen a man pee before. Boys yes, but not a grown man and she found it interesting and a little funny. He came back with more water and finished washing her peach. Terri closed her eyes and let the sun dry and warm her. When she opened her eyes again, the young man was gone. The sun was climbing high into the sky and the day was getting warmer. She closed her eyes again, thought of how strange the young man was, and she wondered where he went. Not for any specific reason, she opened her eyes again and saw a man in front of her. He was older than Steven and wore animal skins around his torso. He was smiling and said hello. “Are you the wood nymph, my younger brother told me about?” said the man, with a very nice and sexy voice. “Hello. I am just Terri and until recently I had no idea what a nymph was, but I think I am getting the hang of It.” she quipped. Terri found the man very handsome and strong. She thought about pulling her clothes over her naked body, but decided it was a little silly at this point. In truth, she welcomed his appraising eyes as he looked at her. It was clear he was lusting for her and it turned her on. She pulled her feet up closer to her, bent her knees out, and looked at him over her stomach and between her spread legs. She thought about what the view of her looked like to him. Her nipples were getting hard again and she could feel that her cheeks were beginning to flush. The man came closer, she could see his eyes more closely now, and his face was framed with a long dark beard that matched his long hair. His chest was fury, as the animal skins he was wearing. The man said, “I have seen you here many times before and thought you were too young and childish for me. But now, though you are still young, I cannot help but be attracted to your beauty in a carnal way. You are so sexy and your treasures are very ripe and ready for me to take. Will you share yourself with me?” Terri thought for a moment about how she, only minutes before was regretting not having sex with the younger man, and then said, “Will you disappear like your little brother did?” “No, I want to stay with you for ever. I will marry you. I will give you children and be a good father.” he said. “And will you go hunting and leave me alone for a long time? “I will hunt to bring food to our table and make you happy.” “Then, will you be gentle?” “I will be gentle and careful never to hurt you. I think I have always loved you, even when I first saw you when you were a young teenager.” He said. “Then I want you right now and will love you too. Will you kiss me and let me feel your soft beard against my face?” she whispered. The man came close as Terri leaned forward, their lips touched, and their arms held each other. Terri’s nipples and breasts crushed against the man's furry chest and it ticked a little. When she moved her chest against his, it made a delicious friction and heightened the sensation on each nipple. His tongue parted her lips and entered her mouth. He tasted sweet and wet. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and met his tongue with hers and their tongues danced together, entwining like little love snakes. The man felt her back and each of her ribs as his hands roamed over her warm flesh. He moved his hands now and felt the small of her back and then further down to her pretty round ass. Terri felt his hands pushing her hips toward him and she slid forward until she felt his animal skins against her peach. She could feel his hardness beneath the skin. She felt the muscles of his chest and then the hardness of his nipples as she played with. She moved her hands down to his hips, loosened his skins, and let them fall to the ground. His cock was standing rigid and she felt its head and length as she had with the man's younger brother. She felt his balls below and squeezed them gently. Terri traced kisses down the man's neck and chest and tight stomach until she felt his penis touching her chin and then she engulfed him in her mouth. She took him all the way in to her throat and pumped her head up and down on his shaft, while he pinched her nipples. She nearly came at the joy of freely sharing her body with this man of men, who loved her and would stay with her forever. The Tree It had been almost three months since losing that bet with my hubby. We had been in a pub watching a baseball game with a bunch of friends (I can’t even remember who was playing) when I let the beer-bravery get the best of me. My wager was for a five-day cruise to Mexico, while hubby simply wagered an unstated sexual fantasy of his choosing. I figured it was a win win for me, win or lose, so I took the bet. Half the pub heard the bet and the cheering and applause was tremendous. It was all great fun. After extra innings, hubby’s team won the day. Though taunted by our friends, hubby would not let on what exactly he had chosen as his fantasy. Then one lazy Saturday, in early Fall, hubby said it was time to make good on our bet. I had almost forgotten about the wager, but hubby was quick to refresh my memory. “A fantasy….of my choosing”, he emphasized. Before leaving the house, hubby told me wear something I wouldn’t mind getting dirty. He also indicated that we would be doing a little hiking on this adventure. With no clue what to expect, I pulled on a pair of hiking shorts, a simple button-down blouse, and my hiking boots. As we drove along, I asked hubby what he had in store for me. He replied that he had this long-time fantasy involving one of our favorite hiking trails, but refused to provide any details. “Telling you ahead of time will lessen my fun”, he said. Soon we arrived at a familiar trailhead. We had both enjoyed this particular trail over the years, so it was not really surprising to me that hubby had selected this particular trail for his fantasy. As is often the case, our car was the only one in the parking area, indicative that we would be alone on the trail. As hubby grabbed his daypack from the trunk of the car, he told me I should leave my clothes in the trunk for safekeeping. I asked him if he expected me to go naked and he just smiled and nodded his head. The thought of walking our favorite trail in the nude was quite stimulating to me, but I objected to leaving all my clothes at the car. I begged to have him carry my clothes in his backpack, but he was adamant about leaving everything behind. I finally relented, and stepped to the back of the car to disrobe. I looked carefully up and down the road and, seeing no hint of anyone else around the area, slipped quickly out of my clothes. It was about 1:00 P. M., and the warm weather was perfect for hiking. Hubby closed the trunk leaving me standing there completely naked except for my shoes and socks. I could tell he was quite pleased with himself. As we proceeded down the trail, I felt more and more comfortable with my situation. I was guessing that we would make our way to our favorite little meadow where hubby would no doubt bed me down in the grass as he had done so many times in the past. As we walked along, a light breeze rattled the leaves, calling my nipples to attention, and leaving me hornier with every new step. Our favorite meadow was about a mile from where we had parked and when we reached it, I thought we had reached hubby’s intended destination. I was surprised when we just kept on walking. I asked hubby where we were going and he pointed up ahead to a lightly wooded knoll about another half mile farther on. We had explored this area too, over the years. The knoll looked over some of the back-waters of San Francisco Bay, and the view from there was always very nice. As the trail approached the top of the knoll, hubby and I veered off, making our way overland towards higher ground and a more dense area of the woods. As we continued to walk, I noticed hubby studying the area around us, as though looking for something in particular. Finally, hubby declared that we had arrived at the perfect spot. Dropping his backpack, he pulled out a large blanket and spread it out on the ground. He plopped down on the blanket and beckoned me to join him. Reaching back into his sack, he pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses. For the next hour, we enjoyed our bottle of wine and the magnificent view before us. I was a little nervous, sitting so close to the trail without a stitch of clothing to wear. But as the wine began to take its effect on me, I grew less and less concerned about someone barging in on us. As a matter of fact, I was actually getting turned on by the entire event. I couldn’t wait for hubby to climb out of his own clothes and make love to me. Little did I know what hubby really had in mind. After checking his watch, hubby said it was time to execute his fantasy. I had thought watching me hike naked with him to be his fantasy, so I was a little shocked when he pulled out a long nylon strap and asked me to stand next to the tree by our blanket. Dutifully, I stood at the tree wondering what was on his mind. He told me he wanted to tie me to the tree and blindfold me. He said that he wanted to play out a little rape fantasy that he had thought about for some time now. The tree was only about 12 inches in diameter, so it wasn’t difficult for him to lash my wrists together around the tree. I pointed out to him that we were still very close to the trail, close enough that anyone walking along would easily see me. He said that exposing me to anyone walking the trail was part of his fantasy and that he was hoping to do just that. After securing me to the tree, he pulled out a dark blue bandana and blindfolded me. I tugged at the straps to confirm that I was in fact securely tied and subject to whatever hubby had in mind. Standing there naked and helpless, I asked hubby what he planned to do. He said that he was going to wander off a bit so he could just watch, should anyone happen down the trail. He assured me that he would be close enough to intervene if anything went wrong. He also said that, after a while, he would return to affect his “rape” fantasy. With that said, I could hear him walk off, the leaves cracking under the weight of his footsteps. I stood there for what seemed an eternity, listening to every sound around me and trying to anticipate the approach of any strangers. For the longest time, all I could hear was the breeze rustling through the trees and the occasional chirp of a bird. I felt strangely turned on by my situation, standing in the open, completely naked for anyone to see. I could feel the juices leaking out from my bushy red-haired pussy and trickling down the inside of my thighs. Each new breeze made me quiver a bit as the fresh air kept my nipples hard and erect. I wondered just how far away hubby had wandered. I began to detect distant footsteps, suggestive that someone was approaching down the trail. I knew it had to be hubby returning to play out his rape fantasy. As I listened, I could hear the steps growing closer and closer, until I could sense that someone (hubby?) was standing directly in front of me. I called out his name, but received no reply. Was this hubby? I couldn’t be sure! I was startled a bit when I felt two hands grab my breasts, pinching my nipples between their fingers. The sensation was incredible. I was fairly sure it was hubby massaging my tits, but there was that lingering doubt in my mind. The slight fear I was experiencing only heightened my senses as I could feel the juices pouring out of my pussy. After a moment, one of the hands shifted from my breast to my pussy. I could feel the hand massaging my pussy and an occasional slip of a finger between my already moistened pussy lips. Each time his finger would slide over my clitoris, I could feel my knees buckling as my body quivered in lust. It wasn’t long before I could feel that same finger begin to probe deeper and deeper into my pussy, causing me to shudder with ecstasy. I could only contain myself for a short while before I achieved an incredible orgasm. My emotions ran in all directions – from embarrassment for cumming with what might be a total stranger, who was probing away at my pussy with at least two fingers, to unrepentant lust for what more this stranger (if it was a stranger) might be planning to do with me. As I wondered what was next, I could feel my benefactor’s hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me down to the ground. I complied immediately, lowering myself to my knees. As I knelt before him, I could feel him rub his cock across my face. It was at that moment that I knew I was being ravaged by a stranger. Hubby has a nice sized cock, but this monster had to be at least two inches longer. I started to panic, but my panic quickly turned to anger. Hubby was out there allowing all this to occur, enjoying me squirm before this total stranger. I decided that I would be the slut that he obviously wanted me to be. As the stranger slid his enormous cock over my lips, I opened my mouth and sucked down what I thought to be eight inches of throbbing meat. I slowly slid my head back, letting the cock ease out between my lips. As the very tip of his cock slipped out of my mouth, I lunged forward again, taking it all the way in. The stranger placed his hands on my head, and began steadily pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. I tried to visualize what this might look like to my hubby, his naked wife tied to a tree, deep-throating a total stranger. It was several minutes before I could feel the cum welling up inside the stranger’s dick. He seemed to quicken the pace when suddenly he plunged his cock deep inside my mouth and shot his load into the back of my throat. I swallowed it all without hesitation, as I slowly rocked back and forth, milking every last drop of cum from his cock. I was incredibly horny as the stranger pulled his dick out of my mouth for the last time. It was then that I heard another set of footsteps approaching. Was this yet another stranger? Before I could say anything, I could feel the blindfold being untied. Once lifted, I looked up to see that the total stranger was really one of hubby’s closest friends. Andy had been in the pub the afternoon that I had made my bet with hubby, and here he was, his huge wet cock glistening in the sun. Andy thanked me for the adventure, and apologized for taking advantage of me. I looked at hubby, then back at Andy, and said that if someone would take off the damn tie-downs, I might be inclined to have a little more fun. Stay tuned for the rest of the story. The Tree There is a tree in your backyard. When your house was sold to you, the previous owner could not stop smiling as she pointed it out to you. You couldn’t understand why. It didn’t seem like a remarkable tree, and for the first year you lived in the house, you didn’t notice anything. It looked like every other oak tree you’d ever seen or climbed over as a child. One evening, you were home alone. Everyone seemed to be occupied; everyone had plans. The summer breeze was calling, so you went outside with your rum and coke. You looked up and down your street: party at one house, cars coming and going…kids playing outside at the end of your street…the view is too depressing, better head inside. There’s nothing for you out here. Sigh. You move back inside. In your bedroom: What to listen to, what to listen… You pop both CDs of Led Zeppelin’s "Physical Graffiti" into your changer. “Custard Pie” blasts from the speakers. You drift into your bedroom and find yourself in front of the mirror. Not bad, you think. Your dark auburn hair spills a little from its loose knot, black eyes stare back. You catch your own eye and can’t help yourself: you wink, then giggle. Looks like the drink is loosening you. Your eyes move down the rest of your body: your favorite silk button-down sleeping shirt’s top two buttons are undone, your creamy cleavage peeking out. You undo two more buttons, revealing more of yourself. You’ve always liked your breasts. Many of the women in your family are, ah, better endowed, but you don’t consider them lucky. You had to listen to them complain about aching backs and ill-fitting tops when you were growing up. You even prayed to God (when you believed in Him) to keep your breasts from growing huge. You’re happy with your 34Cs. Not too big, not too small. While you are thinking of these things, your hands had crept up and were now softly kneading your chest. You look into your own eyes and moan quietly. You naughty girl, you. Your nipples are ready to greet your fingers; they usually are when you begin your explorations. A wave of pleasure ripples through your body as you lightly trace around them…almost to the tip…not quite touching it…back around the outside…nearly there…oooooooh. You sigh. Looking again into the mirror, your skin has grown rosy. You move your hands around the outside and lift, silently offering yourself to the lover you imagine in front of you. The silk of your shirt feels delicious as you slide your hands down your body. What the hell, take it off. No, leave it on and unbuttoned. You rub over your softly rounded tummy. You’ve always had a thing about tummies. You’re not sure why--you just do. Whenever you pleasure yourself, you find yourself stroking the skin of your tummy for a long time. Your legs become weak; time for bed. Moving back a few steps, you collapse onto the soft blanket you placed on your bed earlier that day…softness and silk, your favorite combination of textures…you resume your exploration. Your hands move from your tum to the sensitive tops of your thighs. You writhe a little. Oh. Your nails gently dig into your flesh. You sigh, and open your legs further. Ooh, touch me. Touch me! You tease the skin of your inner thighs, moving your fingers along the silken skin, pausing at the juncture, not quite touching, though you are aroused. You can smell your scent, feel your own heat. Your hands move back down and you run your nails back up your upper leg. You become hotter. Your clitoris stands to attention, asking you to consider it. Your fingers trace the outlines of your lower lips through your panties. Another wave…feels incredible. Please don’t tease me. You move your hips up, slipping out of them. You feel warm air on your bottom and shudder a little. Opening your legs again, you lazily move your fingers, feeling your lips fill with blood. You dip two fingers into your opening, seeking the flowing moisture. You are rewarded. You lift that hand to your mouth, and lick those fingers. Yum. Your other hand moves to take its place at your pussy, placing two fingers inside. The pleasure pulses through your body. Your clitoris is begging for attention now, erect and throbbing. In the back of your mind you hear “Kashmir” begin. Your index finger moves softly over it, rubbing little circles from around the base to the tip, and back. Your back arches and you gasp loudly. Good! That’s good! Little by little, you increase the pressure. You begin to pant. You take the first hand and dip the fingers into your juices and bring them to your breast, moving them around the peaks. Waves of heat move through your body, and you feel the shudders of your orgasm approach. You open your legs more, giving your self up to your insistent fingers on your clit. That’s it, just a little more…a little more…oh my… You scream out as your climax hits you direct and powerful. You lay on your bed, listening to the last strains of “Bron-y-aur.” You fall asleep to “Down by the Seaside”. It feels like it’s the next morning when you wake up. The CDs have stopped. There is a scratching on your window. You part the blinds to look, and find no person outside. Hmmm…still dark. You turn your back to the window and are about to walk away when you hear the scratching again. Part the blinds again—nothing. Strange. You button up your sleeping shirt, and walk downstairs with your empty glass. You place the glass in your sink…and hear a scratching on the window in front of you. You peer past the filmy curtain, and see nothing yet again. I must be hearing things. No, there’s the scratch again. You open your back door and look around. You hear the party still raging a few houses down, the children have long since gone inside, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone out there. Your eyes move to that tree in your backyard. Its branches touch your bedroom window. Maybe that’s what it was. But wait—they don’t touch the kitchen window. What was that you heard in the kitchen? As you are trying to figure out what’s happening, you think you see the tree move. You stand in the doorway, squinting at it. You saw it move. You think. Nah, can’t be. You turn to go back indoors when you feel something brush against your shoulder. You start, and turn around, fists raised. No one. All right, this is too strange. Before you can stop yourself, you walk outside and up to the tree. You stand, legs slightly parted, and stare at it. In the dimness, you see a branch move towards you. You step back, and it moves gently against your cheek. ”Help me.” You hear a whisper. You turn. There is still no one around. You look at the tree’s trunk, and you see a figure standing in front of—or maybe even in—it. No. That can’t be right. As you are contemplating these things, the branch that was caressing your cheek moves down to the front of your shirt. What is this? The figure in the tree smiles at you. You panic and run back into the house. The next weekend, you call the woman who’d sold you your house. The conversation is cordial and breezy until you mention what had happened with the tree. There is silence on the other end of the phone, then a sigh. “So, you’ve discovered the secret of the tree?” she asks. “I don’t know. All I know is that it attempted to unbutton my sleeping shirt. I thought I was going crazy.” “No, you are not. That’s what I was trying to tell you when you first came to look at the house. That tree is very special.” “Special.” “Yes.” There was a click. She’s hung up on you! Well. You head for the library and spend the next three hours trying to find information about any strange happenings on your property. You find nothing until you look into a book about legends in the area. An article called “The Enchanted Oak” catches your eye. The Enchanted Oak Local woman discovers special oak tree in back garden. January 15, 1874 A local woman was behind her home gardening, when the largest oak tree on the property spoke to her, at least, that is what this reporter was told by her husband. Mrs. Clara Shadney is an avid gardener and plant enthusiast. She enjoys planting and cultivating and has helped the town in planning gardens and public parks. She has developed a great knowledge of wild and domesticated plant life and will share it with anyone who inquires of her. She is the head judge of vegetables and fruits at the County Fair and has been for over twenty years. According to Mr. John Shadney, Clara was outside two days ago, gardening as usual. He was in his workshop, fixing one of the carriage wheels when Clara excitedly ran in. At first, he thought that there was an intruder on the property, so he took up his gun. Clara assured him that it was neither an intruder nor anything harmful. That is when she informed him that the tree spoke. At first, he did not believe her. Two days later, Clara told him that the tree spoke to her again. He called the Reverend John Crines of the First Methodist Church. The minister spoke with Clara, and ascertained that she was not possessed or attempting to deceive. The Reverend examined the tree and could not find any unnatural devices or people inside. Mrs. Shadney is currently seeking medical treatment for hallucinations. This paper and its readers wish her well. Okay, you think. You see another article pasted underneath that: Is the old Shadney Oak haunted? Another claim to the strange tale March 22, 1910 Ten years after the Shadneys had moved away after Mrs. Shadney’s encounter with the oak, the family that bought the property claim to have made contact with the oak tree in the back. Dr. and Mrs. Geoffrey Richards recently purchased the property from the heir of John and Clara Shadney after he decided to move his family out West. Mrs. Richards was outside supervising her children at play when she thought she saw a movement behind the Shadney Oak. She gathered up the children, went into the house, and sent a messenger for her husband. Dr Richards arrived with one of his orderlies and searched the premises. They saw nothing at first, but as they stood next to the Oak, the orderly found himself being lifted by the back of his shirt. “I could not believe my eyes,” the doctor informed the police. “One moment, George was standing next to, the next—the tree had him by the shirt!” Similar incidents occurred over the next two weeks. Dr. Richards has had botany and horticultural experts to his home to look at the tree. The experts are baffled. Could this be a new, evolved species of tree? Turning the page, you see another article: Local Spiritualist and Psychic to Investigate Shadney Oak April 12, 1911 Eugene Collins, spiritualist and psychic, has offered his services to Dr. Geoffrey Richards who is the current owner of the old Shadney property. After hearing about the Shadney Oak’s activities, through his local newspaper, Mr. Collins traveled halfway across the state to investigate for himself. He will be conducting a special séance to see if there are any spirits trapped within the tree or within the vicinity of the home. He plans to do this next Wednesday evening. The next pages on the subject had been torn out. Oh, well. At least you have some idea of what you may be up against. Still, you are intrigued. At dusk, you pull a chair outside under the tree. The same noise of activity drifts through the air, but it is strangely still in your backyard. You look at the privacy fence-enclosed area. Nothing stirred. You hear a rustle. You look around. All is still. Then you feel something move up your back. It’s a branch of the oak. You look up and see the tree almost bending over you. You don’t move, just stare. A voice whispers in your ear. “Help me.” You turn the chair to face the tree. You see a what appears to be male figure in the trunk. This is what Mrs. Shadney might have encountered. You nod to it. ”If you help me, I will do anything you desire.” Anything? ”For example, I can tell that you have been long without a lover. I can be your lover if you need.” You shake your head but find yourself getting up and moving closer to the tree. The figure in the trunk smiles. ”I will tell you my story… I am Thomas Lawrence Adrian Cavendish. Three hundred years ago, we came here from England. My father was Head of the Household to Queen Anne and falsely accused of conspiring to murder her. He fled England to escape the noose. Having found his way here, he purchased a large property, though it was later divided between my brothers and myself, and brought Mother and the rest of us over here.” You feel the branches of the tree reach down to your cheek and caress it again. You look to the tree and see a pair arms reaching out to you. You walk into them and feel the softest pair of lips on your own. The kiss is warm and sensual, and you move your arms to hug the trunk. The arms that hold you are strong, yet gentle, and your mouth opens to let the man’s tongue in. His tongue duels with yours, running along the length of it, stroking you. You moan a little. He sucks on your tongue, sending shudders down your back. He pulls back from you. You open your eyes and look into a pair of bright blue ones. ”I have more to tell.” You feel the branches push you to the chair, which is now closer. You sit, hands at your sides. “My father died when I was twelve years old. My mother died soon after, leaving my eldest sister to raise us. She was a dear one, was Sarah—very kind and sweet. She married a bully of a man. Father had arranged the marriage shortly before he died and Mother did not stop it. My sister’s husband would yell at her and call her names. He beat her. He was terrible to us all, but he treated me with the most contempt.” While Thomas is speaking, the branches move down your throat and to the collar of your denim shirt. One of the branches brushes against a nipple. The feel through the rough material makes you gasp. The other branch hooks through the first button and tugs gently, undoing it. Your breathing quickens. ”I was studying to become a doctor when I met a beautiful woman called Cynthia Dasher. She had the loveliest soft skin, dark auburn hair, and piercing, intelligent black eyes. You resemble her quite a bit.” The tree has undone the buttons to your shirt and is gently brushing against your breasts through your lace bra. Your nipples respond to the touch, stiffening and aching. Your head goes back, exposing your throat and you sigh. A branch begins to stroke the skin of your neck and Thomas begins again. ”I loved Cynthia from the moment I first saw her walking with her brother to their home from the stables her family operated. She had a sparkling personality, a quick wit, and a tinkling laugh. She also had an appetite for love to match mine.” Some other branches hook into the button of your jeans and pop it out. They begin to caress your tummy slowly, gently, inflaming you further. You love having your abdomen stroked. “Unfortunately, my darling Cynthia died at the hands of my bastard brother. He made advances to her, which she refused. He in turn spread a rumor that she was a witch. Because of her hair and eyes, it was joked when she was a girl that she was enchanted. Suddenly, people began to believe that she was a witch. It wasn’t true, of course. But he was an influential man in the town, and Cynthia began to receive threats. The final straw came when she was publicly denounced in church. We discussed moving away before the situation became perilous. One day I had gone to the woods to bring in some wood for the cooking fire. When I’d neared the house, I heard my wife scream.” Like you’re making me do right now.You thought. The branches had moved to remove your jeans. You lift your hips to facilitate it. In one movement, you are left in your panties and bra, which the branches are lifting and pulling from your heaving chest. Your breasts come into view. One of the branches sprouts small tulip-like flowers. The next thing you know, they attach to your sensitive nipples. You gasp. The flowers begin a gentle suction, while the tongue-like pistils swirl around, driving you mad. You moan louder this time. Your head swims. You lean back and abandon yourself to the sensation. Meanwhile you feel something between your legs. You look down and see three branches probing at your soaked panties. As you watch in amazement, you see one slip underneath the crotch and then feel it on your opening pussy. YES! You look back at the figure in the tree trunk. He is smiling at you. It brushes against your clit. You throw your head back again. You are glad you are sitting, otherwise you would have fallen at that point. The flowers keep up their activities at your nipples and you’re drowning in the feeling. ”I dropped the wood and ran as fast as I could. When I got home. I found the police there, led by my brother. They took her away. At the ‘trial’ three days later she was convicted of being a witch and burned. In anger and sadness I marched to my brother-in-law’s house and challenged him to a duel.” You can hardly hear him as the tree is bringing you so much pleasure: suckling at your nipples, a flower had sprouted and attached itself to your throbbing clitoris and was suctioning at it. Your hips bucked in rhythm with it. One of the other two branches between your legs was still probing about, gently then with more pressure, stroking your vulva and around your slick opening. Your juices were flowing now. The other was moving along the sensitized skin of your inner thighs, scratching ever so slightly, driving you mad with the teasing. ”The coward refused. He apparently was happy enough to have gotten his revenge on my upstart of a wife. Every day without her was a nightmare. Everywhere I turned, she was. I could not escape my grief. One day on a solitary walk, I came to this fine tree. I sat under it, thinking of my wife and feeling sorry for myself. I decided to hang myself—on the branches of this very tree. I was cursed because of my decision and imprisoned in here. I can only leave when I find someone who is willing to love me as Cynthia did. Will you?” You are awash in stimulation. You can hardly hear the rest of the tale as you are so far gone. You hear the last question, though and look towards the trunk of the tree. You don’t even feel ashamed to be naked in front of Thomas, for him to see you spread and wantonly bucking your hips against the tree’s—his?—branches. You just want release—sweet, sweet release. You want something inside you. Now. You notice for the first time that Thomas is nude, and his member has grown to a rather impressive size. The last time I saw something like that, it won first prize at the county fair. The thought makes you chuckle to yourself. Thomas asks you again. “Are you willing to love me as Cynthia did?” “Yes! Please!” You pant. The tree trunk pulls open in the front, and Thomas steps out. “Free!” He looks at you. The tree branches leave your body and you cry out in frustration and need. “I want to thank you now.” He walks over to you, and picks you up from your chair. You lift your head, searching for his mouth. His lips capture yours in a kiss that leaves you breathless. His tongue probes, much like the tree branches were doing. You think that he is going to take you inside, but instead he sits on the chair, putting you on his lap. He senses your surprise. “I would take you indoors and make love to you properly, but I need you here and now.” The Tree You say nothing, you just kiss him again. You move to straddle him. He grips your hips, and pulls you down to his cock. You impale yourself on him. He feels so warm inside you, so alive. You wrap your arms around his neck, moving up and down on his shaft. He moves one of his hands to your aching clit. You let out a scream of desire. You’ve been needing this for so long. He moves deeper into you and you arch your back, offering your breasts to him. He lowers his head and nips at your nipples, then sucks them into his mouth. You cry out. “Good! So very…oh, this is good! I’ve needed this for so long….so long!” “Yes, beautiful one, yes!” “Thomas!” He lifts then replaces you over and over; you conjoin until you are nearly senseless with delight. The noises of your lovemaking echo around you, but you don’t care. It is too much to keep it in. His nails dig into your thighs are you continue to bob up and down. His throbbing penis caresses your inner walls, filling you with a delicious, sensual almost-pain. You don’t know how much more you can take of this. You wind your legs around his waist, trying to keep him inside you. You throb together, then come together, shouting in primal joy. You feel his semen enter you in great spurts, thus sending you further out of the world. You drop, nearly senseless in his strong arms. He kisses your sweat-soaked forehead as you fall asleep, still joined to him. A year-and-a-half later, you are sitting in the backyard, staring at the Shadney Oak. You look to your left. “Lemonade, Thomas?” A pleasant face smiles at you. “If you don’t mind.” You stand up to go into the house when you feel a playful slap on your buttocks. You turn to see Thomas laughing as he walks toward you. He grabs you by the waist and kisses you. As the two of you head into the house, you decide that the lemonade can wait… The Tree At twilight, the fireflies danced over the flower-kissed meadow making the everyday seem mystical. The young man took a deep breath before picking up bottles discarded on the side of the country road. Each night, he'd walk the dirt road between his house and his favorite apple tree thinking about his day and finding solstice in his steps. The air cooled his lungs and his nerves like few things could. Lately, he'd noticed more litter collecting on the side of the road as the city crept closer to his beloved country life. He'd taken to picking up the items of those who care less were it fell along his nightly walks. He spread the sharp wires of the fence catching his white t-shirt on a barb. Pulling free, he rolled forward into the overgrow grass where the cool mud relieved the sting of his fresh wound. He laid there for a moment when he heard a muffled sob. Sitting up, he pushed his chestnut hair away from his forehead looking toward the noise. The cry seemed to come from his favorite tree. He walked over to investigate the noise when he saw a lock of hair blow out from behind the trunk. "Are you okay?" he asked the stranger hidden behind the tree. "Why do you care?" a soft feminine voice replied. "I don't know," he shrugged. "Maybe, because you're crying under my tree?" "Your tree?" she replied stepping out from hiding. The girl was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The grace of her long legs in motion was hypnotizing. Her lips were a cherry pink like the eyes of a white rabbit and her hair was a thick main of wheat colored curls. Her eyes were the deepest blue like his favorite swimming hole and seemed to ripple with curiosity. Also, she seemed completely indifferent to the fact she was naked or that her breast pointed up to his mouth which was gapping with shock. "How is it your tree?" she asked again at his silence. "Are there not a millions trees like it? What makes this one so special?" "I...I don't know," he stuttered looking at the untouched natural curls peeking out between her suntanned thighs. "There is nothing unique about this tree," she pouted. "So, tell me why you claim it as yours?" Embarrassed he had stared so openly at the young lady, the young man tugged at his bottom lip while he stared down at the ground looking for an answer. He wanted to ask her again why she was crying or even why she was naked under the apple tree, but he was afraid of scaring her away from here. The image of the curve of her lower stomach drawing up into the perfect hollow of her navel burned in his mind. He shifted his legs to try to hide the outline of his erection. Thankful, the two empty bottles stretched out the denim making it less noticeable. "I'm afraid you'll laugh at me," he replied turning a rock over with the tip of his work boot. "I won't," she promised. "I just want to hear something nice." "Well, okay, I guess," he smiled back up at the pretty woman before looking back at his feet. "Go on," she encouraged. "Well, I'd say it is my tree, because I climbed when I was little and played behind its leaves. For years, I have eaten her fruit when I was hungry and drank the cider that it made. Mostly, it is my tree because it was she who always listened to my thoughts, my grumbles and my fears. And, sometimes when I had nothing left to say, just sitting here made me feel better." When she did not respond, his eyes rose from the ground to see the saddest smile on her lips. She had the faintest sparkle to her eyes. "You probably think I'm stupid?" he said. "Making over a tree." "Do you love the tree?" she asked. "Now, you are just making fun," he replied stealing a glance at the subtle swell of the bottom of her breast. Her long rose nipples protruded to the sky. "No," she smiled coaxingly. "Sometimes I just like to hear sweet things." "In that case," he grinned." I guess I love the tree." She closed the distance between them in three long steps. Her hand caressed the stubble lining his square jaw before she brushed her lips against his. "I'm sure she loves you too." "A tree can't love," he groaned. "Anything alive can love," she whispered. "Sometimes, more then you will ever know." He kissed her inviting mouth. Their soft tongues twisted and struggled with passion. Her body was surprisingly warm as her soft breast pressed seductively against his chest. Lightheaded, he closed his eyes away from the night and the swirling fireflies. His stomach flipped with the sensation of falling though he stood solidly on two feet. "Wow," he whispered breaking the kiss and gazing down on the woman. She smiled again, but it failed to reach her eyes. He remembered she had been crying when he had come upon her. "Why were you crying a few moments ago, may I ask? And why are you nude? Did something bad happen to you?" "I cry because I love someone I can never have. I am nude because my wish didn't make clothes." "Oh," he replied confused. "What did you wish for?" "I can't tell you," her eyes searched his in quiet desperation. "But, I can show you." He shook his head in agreement uncertain of her meaning until he felt her hands upon his shirt. She pulled at the cotton fabric freeing it from his body. Then, she kissed his neck gently running her moisten lips up and down the slight protrusion of his Adam's apple. Up to his jaw, his dark stubble tickled her tender lips. His dark tousled hair hung down over his forehead accenting his chocolate eyes steamy with passion. His skin tasted slightly salty on her tongue. She threaded her fingers through the silky waves of his thick hair over his crown to the nape of his neck pulling his lips to hers. The fire in his kiss melted her insides and making her incredibly wet. His skin felt amazingly soft over hardened muscles that swelled from years of farm work. Her palms traced every curve of his chest and line rippling up his back. She could felt her nipples contract and grow as she ground her body against his. His hand grabbed her ass cheeks pulling her against his erection no longer able to be hidden in his jeans. As he lifted her into the air, she fought first, the button and then, his zipper. Pushing away the fabric, she drove her arm underneath his underwear. Her elbow dug into her clit as she seized his cock. Solid and hot to the touch, it was a sensation like she had never felt. The skin moved tight over the bulging veins lining his dick. The indent under the head was the smoothest satiny feel before giving way to the rounded mushroom top. Stroking up and down, she felt the friction build as the veins steeled against her pressure and pre-cum dripped from the head. She wanted to continue to pump up and down with her hand. However, he groaned while lowering her to the ground. He slipped free from her fingers. She whimpered grasping at the retreating cock. He stripped off his jeans while watching her spread out on the ground. Her thighs wide open. He could see her pussy glisten with wetness. She reached down to spread her lips before sinking her one finger into the hole. Dipping in and out, she leaned back her head to moan. With her other hand, she rolled her erect nipple between her index and thumb. He could smell her in the air. A musky scent of raw sex filled his nose. He kneeled back down before her spread legs and she reached out for his hand. He relaxed allowing her to guide his hand into her pussy. The velvet folds divided for him. Slipping in one finger in easily, he was surprised when the slick hole resisted the invasion of his second. Massaging circles in the bottom of her opening, he forced in the second digit as she lean forward with surprise and pleasure. Her breath sucked in through her teeth as her eyes dilated. The elastic tunnel crush down on him pushing together his knuckles as the muscles constricted. It was the softest tightest pussy he had ever had wrapped around his fingers. Just the thought of feeling it around his cock nearly made him cum. "Are you a virgin?" he breathed against her ear taking her nipple into his fingers squeezing it gently. "What?" she exhaled. Her large blue eyes reflected pure need. "Have you done this before?" "No, I did this for you." Hunger raged inside him he had to control. He wanted this to last longer. Slipping her nipple in his mouth, he flicked his tongue over the hard nub. Circling the areola, his tongue tantalized and teased her. He slowly licked down her breast, over her rib, trailing the line on her upper abdomen before dipping into her navel. Tonguing the hole, the slow motion stirred goose bumps over her skin. Then, he kissed down the swell over her lower abdomen before dipping his head between her legs to lap the moisture from the swollen tissue. She tasted like apples. At first contact, she arched up in surprise. With his stroking persistence, she relaxed into his open mouth as he felt her clit ripen. Her juices came thicker and sweetly bitter while she moaned for release. He reveled in her as her thighs began to tremble. Her fingers clamped down on his hair as he sucked hard on her clit crushing the nub into bone. With the sexiest little cry, she convulsed with passion cumming with uninhibited force wallowing in the waves of pleasure. His cock bobbed in the air purple and anger. Watching her orgasm drove him crazy. Her eyes fluttered open focusing all her attention on his cock. Reaching for his shoulders, she pulled him to the ground over him. Her legs wrapped around his body pulling her pussy to his cock. She pushed with desperation until the tip was caught in the tiny puckered opening. He watched in amazement as she struggled against his body. The tip barely entered her despite her bucking. After feeling the tease of her outer rim for too long, he grabbed her lush hips pinning them to the ground. With one clean thrust, he felt her body clench around him in reaction to the hymen tearing. They lay completely still for a moment as she adjusted to the sensation. Stretched, she felt the burn and pain give way to a new feeling. A pressure bubbled inside her ready to burst if only he would move, go deeper and just touch her core. She moved slowly at first on his cock. Then, he picked up her rhythm matching her thrust for thrust. Her hips lifted to meet his. His dick moved in the slick hole despite being squeezed down like a choke hold. So tight and swollen, the skin pulled almost painfully. His cock throbbed as his balls pulled up. He was so close. Yet she wasn't there with him. Her moans were steady and even. Determined to make her cum again, he flipped her over to mount him. The change in position held back his nut. She spread her fingers over his chest. The sweat slid down the curve of her breast dropping on him. Her hair fell forward like a curtain as her nipples dipped down to his mouth. His teeth scrapped her nipples making her flinch before leaning in again discovering the pleasure in the slight pain. Her hips molded down on his form. She rocked her clit against his pelvic bone while bouncing her tight cunt up and down. Over and over again she bore down on the bone while swallowing as much of his cock until he hit the spot. The soft spot in the back of her pussy brought a ripple and a spasm forward through the muscle. Her screams were loud and immediate. Clamping down on her hips, he bore into her with a maddening frenzy exploding cum deep within her. Again and again, he pumped her full of jizz until he was drained completely. Once he let go, she slipped to the side limp as a rag doll with a blissful expression. The sun had set. When the world came back into focus, the sound of crickets filled the night. His arms were now empty and he sat up looking around for her. She was leaned against the tree watching him. Quietly, she looked him at him with a profound intensity like she was trying to memorize every detail of him. He rose from the ground and walked toward her. The closer he got the more he realized something was odd about the way she stood. "Are you okay?" he croaked with confusion. "I have to go now," she replied smiling. "What? No!" he exclaimed reaching out toward her. She raised her arms slowly into the air leaning against the bark. The bark came free from the tree and slipped like arms around her form. Slithering onto her, the skin began to harden from her center. The soft flesh turned to wood moving down her legs until her toes spread out like twigs fusing into the roots. "No," he screamed tearing at the barking with futility. "You can't leave me." "I love you too," she whispered before her lips hardened into a knot on the trunk. Her arms sprouted leaves mixing into the other branches. He did not bother to dress. The empty bottles lay loose from his jean pockets. The morning came and then, the night again. Sitting at the base of the tree, he stared down at the roots gripped with pain. First, his parents came to bring him home. Then, they sent his friends sure he had lost his mind. He refused to leave. He would not eat or drink nor would he dress. In vain, he would tell his story to each one of the visitors. None would believe him that the tree he loved had come to life. On the seventh day weak with dehydration, he made a silent prayer to mother earth to reunite him with his love. He knew after feeling the love the tree had for him he could never love another human. For hours, he wept and begged for her return without a response. After he gave up all hope, he made one last plead for their love. Taking pity on a young man who had cared for her and her children for so many years, mother earth granted his wish. The next morning, his parents brought with them the police to take their son to get professional help. They hoped to catch him in his sleep. When they arrived, their son was gone. His clothes still tossed about the tree. The empty bottles were still abandoned in the grass. However, a single new vine was wrapped tightly around the tree and up through the branches. The tree and vine were bound together as if they were one. The Tree "Come down now and no charges will be brought against you!" the police chief shouted over the megaphone. "Eat shit pig!" Alicia shouted back down from her makeshift tree house. There was no way she was going to voluntarily leave the giant tree. Developers wanted to tear it down, along with many others like it, for a new housing development. Trees that had been here for hundreds of years were just going to be removed in a matter of minutes. It wasn't right. "Alicia," a feeble female voice now called to her, "please dear stop making so much trouble and come down." "I can't mom," Alicia yelled back, "I'm sorry, but I have to do this." Her parents would never understand her motivations. They were the type who didn't get involved in things like this. They were happy to sit on the sidelines and watch the world pass them by. Not her. These defenseless trees needed an advocate; a protector, and she was going to be it. Would they eventually get her down? Probably, but her point had to be made. From her lofty perch Alicia saw two white vans with large numbers written on the side. Perfect, the local news was here. She would have preferred the national news like CNN or MSNBC, but for now this would suffice. She messed up her hair a little hoping her ragged appearance would dramatize the effect, as the cameras trained in on her. - As the sun set, things on the ground began to settle down. The gawkers and news vans had departed and soon only one police car was left. A chilly gust of wind blew by Alicia causing her to shiver so she decided to crawl into her small tent for the night. The night was the worst part of her protest. It wasn't the cold or the height that bothered her, but the loneliness. She laid her head down on her pillow and crawled into her sleeping bag. It was hard to get comfortable on the hard plywood that composed the base of her platform, but eventually her eyelids got heavy and she drifted off to sleep. Just as her eyes closed, she felt something brush against her leg. She lifted her head and looked down. The flap to her tent was unzipped and waving lazily in the breeze. She could have sworn she had closed it. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She then saw what had touched her. A tree branch had somehow gotten through the opening and was resting on her calf. The strange part was she couldn't remember it being there before. The branch was only about as thick as her arm and covered sparsely with leaves. Alicia climbed out of her sleeping bag and studied the branch wondering how it had gotten in her tent. She took hold of the branch and gently tried to bend it back outside but the limb was far stiffer than it appeared and resisted. Frustrated and tired she decided to live with it. She zipped the tent closed around the branch and laid down on top of the sleeping bag. Again, just as she was about to drift off to sleep she felt something else brush her shoulder. When she opened her eyes another tree branch had appeared. This one was similar to the other but extended further into the tent. As she looked around she noticed a third and fourth branch had also found their way in. She rubbed her eyes confused as to what was going on. Then the original branch brushed against the side of her leg. Thank you. It was a voice inside her head, but it was not her own. It felt different and foreign. Frightened, she recoiled immediately to the back of her tent. In doing so she brushed against one of the longer branches. Do not be afraid. She heard the same voice again and then another branch made contact with her arm. Thank you for protecting me. "Who are you?" Alicia said aloud in a shaky voice, "what do you want?" I am very old and I desire only you. At that moment two green vines studded with leaves entered the tent. They slithered along the ground very slowly toward Alicia. She began to panic but then a soothing sensation overcame her. I am your friend. A calm settled over her and she instantly felt safe. Green shoots sprang from one of the branches and wrapped around her wrists. The strong limbs of the tree held her arms apart at about shoulder height. The slower moving vines had now made their way to her feet. Without slowing, they began to wind their way up Alicia's legs. The vines were surprisingly warm against her legs and the small leaves tickled as they brushed against her. They continued moving upward and slipped inside her kaki shorts. Alicia gasped as one vines got dangerously close to her nether region. At the same moment, however both dipped below her panty line, one from the front and the other from the rear. Her knees got weak as the soft tip of the vine grazed her sensitive pussy. It did not attempt to enter her however but continued to slide by. Likewise, the vine behind her did the same with the crack of her ass. She could feel that vine wedge itself between her cheeks. As the vines slithered along, she could feel as each soft leaf massaged her clit and rectum respectively. The tips of the two vines then poked up out of her shorts and began to make their way under her shirt. Unlike with her shorts however, the vines seemed to grab her shirt lifting it upward. They wrapped about her torso until they reached her chest. One vine went under her bra, between her breasts, while the other unsnapped it from the back. It also seemed to somehow cut the straps because the bra fell lifelessly to the floor, leaving her exposed. Her nipples got instantly erect from the cool breeze. Each vine then wound loosely around each of her breasts. They wrapped each tit twice around then tightened. The squeezing engorged her already hard nipples. As the pulsating constriction continued, the tips of the vines massaged her sensitive nipples. They also excreted an aloe like substance both lubing and softening her tender areolas. Alicia's breathing got deeper as the pleasurable sensations continued. The vines against her pussy and ass continued to slowly wriggle and grind against her causing her to let out a soft moan. Another vine then appeared out of the corner of her eye. The tip brushed against her face as it wrapped itself around her neck. It did not tighten but poised its tip directly in front of her face. It paused there a minute before rubbing its soft, delicate tip against her lips. It too excreted the slippery aloe smelling substance and she stuck her tongue out for a taste. It was sweet like syrup but thin in consistency and she found it very pleasing. The vine entered her mouth and she began to suck the juice from it. It flowed as fast as she sucked and she swallowed it down greedily. As she enjoyed the warm, sweet fluid, more vines entered her tent. These were thicker and more fibrous giving them a muscular look. One of them wrapped itself around her waist and the other around her chest, just under her arms. They tightened gently and then in tandem, all the vines lifted her a few inches off the ground. Suspended in the air, she was now at their complete mercy. The vines then moved her to sitting like position so that she was facing the entrance to her tent. The ones around her legs shifted and spread her knees apart slightly. When she looked down between her legs, she saw a thin vine covered with thorns moving toward her. Its tip was hooked and appeared razor sharp. She became nervous as the bristling vine approached her crotch. She struggled slightly but the vines held her fast. With precision of a surgeon, it hooked her kaki shorts and tore them in half. Using its thorns it also snagged her white panties and shredded them, leaving the delicate skin underneath untouched. Her sex was now completely vulnerable and the cool night air caused her clit to tingle. The vines on her legs continued to move her legs apart until she was completely spread eagle facing the tent flap. They bent her legs and pushed her knees up to her chest and her heels brushed against her ass. All the while the vines around her tits continued to squeeze and prod, and the one in her mouth played with her tongue. The thorny vine withdrew from the tent, but as it did a larger branch entered. It did not slither like a vine, but was rigid and hung in midair. It was brown and covered with a rougher bark. It was also much wider, about three inches in diameter, and sturdier looking than the others she had encountered so far. At the same time the vine, which rubbed against her pussy, lifted itself off to the side. Alicia's eyes widened as she put two and two together. The branch approached her pussy slowly. As it approached the wide tip began to sprout, and a smaller green shaft protruded. This newly budded appendage glistened and extended about ten inches but was only about a half an inch across. It was not completely smooth but instead dotted with bumps and wrinkles of various sizes. It too secreted a liquid as evidenced by a single milky drop which hung from its tip. It rubbed itself along Alicia's slit, lubricating her lips with its fluid. As it stroked her it continued to push itself forward each time, until her lips were sufficiently wet and parted. She could feel it put light pressure against the entrance to her hole, until at last it comfortably slipped inside. She squeezed against it as the various bumps and ridges stimulated her nerve endings. It wiggled back in forth inside her, meticulously massaging one vaginal wall after the next, until there wasn't a single inch of her that remained untouched. Alicia was wet with arousal, and the added lubrication allowed the branch to dive deeper until it gently poked at her cervix. She let out a muffled moan as the tip drew wide circles inside her. She could also feel a light touch on her clit as a small group of buds had sprouted at the base of the branch. These buds crowded around her button and brushed up against her as the branch shifted inside. Soon Alicia began to feel tightness in her pussy. The long thin bud, buried inside her, had begun to swell. She could feel her pussy stretching around the shaft as it grew. It had no more room to writhe around, but she could still feel it pulsing and straining and against her vaginal walls. The ridges and wrinkles had also inflated to become thick and veiny and the small bumps had grown wider and more pronounced. When Alicia felt so full that she didn't think she could take much more, the swelling stopped and the branch began to withdraw. She looked down between her legs and saw the green rod emerge, bright, glistening, and huge. She could feel her vaginal muscles expand each time a particularly bulbous nub emerged. It retracted from her until only an inch was left and then it reversed course and began to plunge back in. It moved slowly as to stretch her without causing any harm. As every new vein and nub slid inside her Alicia gasped in ecstasy. When she finally felt the tip push against her cervix and the buds at the base rub against her clit, she knew it was completely inside her once again. She felt it touch every part of her vagina simultaneously. As the branch at her pussy continued its long, slow strokes, another, branch entered the tent from behind her. It had torn a small hole in the nylon fabric and stealthily moved toward her ass. The branch looked much like one in front, and it budded a long green rod as well. The rod was thinner than the other however and it was covered only with a series of small bumps that ran only along its underside. Alicia's eyes, closed at the slow, methodical pleasures in her pussy, but snapped open when she felt the branch behind her brush up against her rectum. Although thin, it was still a decent size for her small asshole. It rubbed its own secretions on her sphincter both to lube and relax her. Calming waves washed through her anew as the tree reassured her and she unclenched as best she could. It was enough. The green rod was able to work its way inside her ass. At the same moment the one in her vagina began to push into her again. The double penetration was too much for her and she groaned as a sudden orgasm rippled through her body. Her pussy and ass spasmed around their respective branches but the pace of their intrusions remained unchanged. When her orgasm had subsided she discovered that the branch in her ass had buried itself a full six inches inside her rectum. It was a bit uncomfortable but there was no pain. Then, like the first branch, this one began to expand has well. The smooth green rod gained girth, but the bumps on it grew greater still. She felt them swell into large knots and press against her rectal walls. The flesh that separated her ass from her pussy seemed to grow thinner by the second, as they rubbed against each other. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt before. Soon the branch in her ass stopped expanding and began to withdraw. She felt the first knot put pressure on her sphincter. Alicia wondered if she could pass it and tried her best to relax. The pressure continued build in her bottom as the branch increased it force until finally, the knot sprang free. A mix of pleasure and relief flooded her brain as her over stretched sphincter relaxed, hugging the green rod of the branch that remained inside her. The moment faded fast however, as she soon felt the next oversized knot trying to escape. One by one, each oversized knot popped from her ass sending waves of pleasure over her. She would let out a groan each time one broke free. Finally she could feel the last one trying to emerge. Although her rectum had become much looser than before, this knot was by far the largest. It pushed and pulled against her tight sphincter until Alicia clenched her teeth against the mix of pleasure and pain. She thought that it would pull the bowels right out of her. Finally with an audible pop, it broke free, sending Alicia over the edge. Another orgasm shook her body and her sphincter muscles clamped down at the last bit of the branch that remained. It slid easily out leaving her gaping asshole to spasm at the against nothing but the night. As she came, she screamed and bit down on the vine in her mouth. To her surprise it was as tough as leather and did not flinch away. Alicia was now breathing heavily and became hampered by the vine in her mouth. She tried to move her head away but it followed her, unwilling to remove itself. The part wrapped around her neck then started to constrict and release slowly. For a moment she thought it was going to strangle her, but quickly realized that it was instead, massaging her throat. At the same time the vine moved deeper in her mouth. It moved passed her tongue and slightly tickled her uvula. Her gag reflex kicked in but was quickly soothed by the throat massage. It dove deeper still until it filled her entirely and cut off her air supply. The vine plunged deeper into her throat until it was poking her tonsils. She gagged so much that her eyes watered and she thought she might pass out. Suddenly, she could breath again. She took a deep breath and felt the air coming from the vine itself. After a few seconds she found herself rejuvenated and full of new energy. The vine was feeding her oxygen-enriched air. The tree, which utilized photosynthesis, had an abundance of oxygen to give her. She became more aware and more over, her senses and nerves had become more acute. At that same moment she felt her pussy and ass being stretch anew as both branches began to fill her holes once again. As her rectum continued to slowly struggle with the large knots, the branch in her pussy gained in speed. Her orgasms had wetted the branch allowing it slide easier than before. Her pussy was also becoming more elastic as the repeated overstretching continued with each penetration. Soon the branch in her ass was again completely inside her and for a time it remained still. The one in her pussy however continued to speed up. Faster and faster it moved. It thrust itself as deep as it could go, and then back out again till just the tip remained. It had even started twisting on its axis letting every part of her vagina feel its ridges and nubs. As it slid into her, Alicia could feel it bounce against each heavy knot in her ass, sending pleasing vibrations throughout her rectum. It also stretched taught the thin veil of skin that separated her two canals. Another knock against her cervix unleashed a powerful orgasm. At the same moment the branch in her ass quickly forced out one of its knots. This sent her orgasm even higher and all the muscles in her body tensed up. With the vine in her throat she could not scream out as her pussy flooded with her juices. She came down from her orgasm only to find another beginning. The branch had not paused in its assault. It continued to plunge in and out of her overly sensitive pussy. It now fucked her with such speed and force that Alicia felt like each thrust would tear in two. As the second consecutive orgasm hit her, another knot plopped out of her ass, sending her to even further heights of euphoria. Her orgasms were now steadily back-to-back. Every time she came another knot was pulled free, spurning on the next one. Her orgasms blended together and she could no longer differentiate them. Each one built on the other and the intensity began to overwhelm her. Then, the last angry knot forced its way out of her. She let out a throaty muffled scream as a final orgasm rippled through her. At the same moment the branch in her pussy and the vine in her throat instantly retracted. With no branches inside her, she squirted her precious fluids across the floor. Three times she gushed pure streams of pleasure soaking her tent. Her thoroughly stretched pussy and ass gapped and spasmed in the air while her whole body shivered. When the longest orgasm finally subsided her body simply went limp. She was physically exhausted. The vines, which supported her body and her limbs, lowered her down gently to the floor. In a flash they unwound themselves from her and retreated back out the tent flap. Alicia, breathing heavily and lying in a pool of sweat and sex, passed out. - The next morning she awoke to the sound of birds chirping and sun in her eyes. She moved slowly as she attempted to get her bearings. Suddenly she heard a loud screech as a megaphone kicked on. "Alicia," said a voice full of static, "are you still there?" The terrible noise snapped her senses awake and she sat up and looked around the tent. Everything was perfectly clean. Images of the gnarled, knotted branches violating her dripping cunt, filled her head. She wondered if it had all been a dream, but the experience had been so intense. A breeze blew through the tent causing her to shiver. She then realized she was naked. She also spied her torn clothes lying just behind her. "Alicia," the voice started up again, "are you alright?" She knew she would have to respond so she stood up. A dull pain shot through her pussy causing her to slow. Both it and her asshole seemed to be contently throbbing. She cupped her pussy with one hand and allowed her mind to drift. Her concentration was soon broken by the sound of large tractor engines starting up. She hobbled over to the tent flap. "I'm still here," she yelled sticking only head out of the tent, "and I'm not going anywhere!" The Tree This is my submission for the 2013 Christmas Story competition. Anyone who has read any of my stuff will know the topics I keep coming back to over and over again. So you'll find brother-sister incest, talk of anal sex, and the story will be long. There is sex here if you give it time, but there is also romance. I hope you enjoy. *** The last time I had seen my sister Jen was on her wedding day two years earlier. Back then she'd been dressed in white and crying tears of happiness. Mom had been there too, but even then she was losing too much weight, and we all knew it was only a matter of time. Now here we were on a wet afternoon on the Cape standing in rain turning to snow, six days before Christmas, and this time the clothes were black and the tears were of grief. We had come together to bury our mother. She had lasted four years longer than Pop, but I knew she'd have given those years up if it meant she could have gone at the same time as him. I caught a sob from Jen and reached out, found her icy hand and gripped it. She wound her fingers between mine and squeezed. I didn't say anything. What was the point? We both knew what we were feeling and words wouldn't change a damn thing. The preacher spoke about the good woman who had attended church every Sunday and made sure there were always fresh flowers, but the speech washed over me as I fought back tears of my own. There were only the two of us left now, and I was the man of the family. I felt it my duty to bear up, though God knows why. Jen's hand trembled inside mine, but I hoped she was taking a little comfort. She'd been a better daughter than I was a son. I pretended it was because she lived forty miles away while I was in L.A., but I knew that was a lie. Jen had visited because she wanted to and would have done so even if our positions were reversed. I'd considered myself too important, too busy, too something. No, I knew the truth—too big an asshole. The walnut coffin was lowered into the grave and more words spoken. Then we were expected to throw some dirt in after her. I stepped forward and managed it, choking back a sob, wiping angrily at my eyes. When I moved away Jen replaced me but her knees started to go and she almost toppled forward. I moved fast, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her up. She pulled away and leaned over, picking up a handful of soil, but when she straightened her legs went again and I reached around once more and held her as she scattered it in, the sound sad and final pattering against the wood. Her body jerked against mine as sobs wracked her chest and I felt her stomach jerking in and out beneath my hand. "It's OK, Jen, she's gone to a better place," I said, even though I didn't believe it myself. "She's with him now." Jen knew I meant Pop. I couldn't remember if Jen still believed or not. It wasn't the kind of thing came up in conversation on the rare occasions we got together. I drew her back from the graveside, keeping my arm around her waist, not sure how strong she could be, but soon enough we moved away. There were handshakes and hugs and kisses on cheeks and pats on backs and words spoken that I let wash over me. I nodded and thanked and moved on, Jen doing the same, the two of us the centers of our own little whirlpool of grief as people wanted to touch ours. Within twenty minutes we stood side by side as more people filed past to help themselves to a buffet and drink. There was lemonade, beer, and hard liquor for those who needed it. Neither Jen nor I touched anything. An hour later the room emptied and I wondered how many of the mourners had actually known Mom. Maybe a few of them—she was that kind of woman. I don't think I recognized anyone. The people we had grown up alongside had mostly cashed in their houses and moved to Florida. I paid the caterers, adding a sizeable tip because money meant little to me and a lot to them, and then drove Jen back to the house where we'd been born and raised. It was nothing special other than being worth seven figures. Pop had bought early and bought well, before Cape Cod became sprinkled with gold dust. The single-story stood on Ocean Drive, only a long spit from the ocean. Growing up Jen and I had fallen asleep to the sound of surf. A sound I still missed. Pop had bought the craftsman bungalow new in 1952, the year they got married, and other than adding a second porch out back nothing had changed. The wooden siding got a coat of paint every two years and that was about it. It felt odd unlocking the door that I never recalled being locked, but walking inside was like stepping back thirty years. I felt five years old, standing beside Jen in the family room as she reached for my hand once again. I had almost made it through the day. Would have made it if she hadn't said, "Oh, Jack, what are we going to do now?" and the words caught in her throat. She turned toward me and I opened my arms. Her head rested on my chest and I let her sob, tears wetting my shirt, and then I started too, not noticing at first until I felt something drip from my chin onto the top of her head. Jen knew, though. She hugged me tighter as I started to match her sob for sob. I don't know how long we stood that way, but it was Jen drew back first, wiping her face with her hands, sniffing hard. "What we're going to do," I said, "is get changed, make something to eat, and then I might just drink until the hurt goes away or oblivion finds me." Jen looked at me, her face pinched and red, and nodded. "Oblivion it is," she said, and I almost smiled. *** When I returned from the bedroom—smiling, because without either of us thinking about it Jen had gone to her old room on the side of the bungalow and I to mine at the back—Jen was in the kitchen and I smelled something good. I went up to her and slipped my arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head. "What's cooking, sis?" "Bolognese. Is that all right for you?" "Sounds perfect. When did you find time to make that?" She shook her head. "It's Mom's. I found it in the freezer." "Oh." I let her loose and walked across the kitchen to the refrigerator, opened the door and peered inside, although I knew what I was looking for because I'd put it there myself that morning. "You want wine?" "Rhetorical question, I take it. You got something stronger for later on?" "What do you think?" I uncorked the Pinot, poured a glass each and went to sit at the table. I watched Jen working. I'd always enjoyed watching her, and even today it was a pleasure. "Hey—when did you lose weight?" She glanced back at me and shook her head. "Have I lost weight?" "Ten pounds," I said. "At least ten." She shook her head again and returned her attention to the pot. "I guess I might have been skipping a meal here and there." "Doesn't Marty make you sit and eat with him?" I saw her shoulders tense and she stopped stirring the pot. I waited, knowing I'd asked the wrong question, but there was no taking it back now it was out there. I thought Jen might say something, but she kept on stirring and sipping her wine and after a while when her glass was empty I went across and topped it up. I rested my hand on her shoulder and said, "Sorry, Jen." She gave a half-shrug, half-nod kind of movement and I went back to the table and filled my own glass. Jen came and twirled pasta into two dishes, ladled thick, aromatic Bolognese over it. I sprinkled Parmesan and ground too much pepper onto mine. Jen, watching me, said, "Nothing much changes in Jack-land, does it?" "Why risk spoiling perfection," I said, then, "When?" Jen took a mouthful of spaghetti and sauce, sucking it up between her lips. The spaghetti fought back and swiped across her chin and I saw her mouth twitch in a smile. I got up, brought kitchen roll back and put it on the table. "How about you and Marsha?" "Old news. Don't change the subject." "So that's two marriages you've fucked up," she said. "Wasn't all down to me," I said. "Yours?" I wasn't giving up. "Mistake from the start, but sometimes it takes a while to realize." "You looked so happy that day," I said, not adding 'And so beautiful.' It wasn't the kind of thing you said to your sister. A brother isn't meant to notice such things. "Delusion," Jen said. "When did you and Marsha...?" "Over the summer. She started getting home late from work, making excuses. Seems she'd found a younger man could give her things I couldn't." "Like what?" I lifted my shoulders. "If I knew that I'd have tried to give 'em to her." "Wasn't money, then." "Of course not." "Sex then? Were you not fucking her enough, Jack?" I stared at Jen. She'd always been open with her questions, but this was the first time she'd asked anything like this. "How much is enough?" Jen considered as she sucked up more pasta and sauce. She wiped her face. "You mean for me or for Marsha?" "You know how much sex Marsha wanted?" "Never even met her, remember? I asked you to my wedding, but you forgot my invite when you got hitched." "It was a spur of the moment thing," I said. "And I asked you to the first one. How much?" "I liked Alice. Didn't you fuck her enough either?" Jen poured herself a third glass of wine and I got up and fetched another bottle. "I told you why that ended," I said as I sat back at the table. "Frequency wasn't the issue. My simply being a man was." "How old was this toy-boy Marsha left you for?" "Twenty-one, twenty-two, somewhere around there." "Did you fight to keep her?" I lifted my shoulders. "Seemed a bit late by then." "Bolting the stable door," Jen said. "Hey, maybe that was why. You think he was hung like a horse?" "How would I know?" "Did she ever complain in that department?" "Not once." Jen nodded. "Keeping it to herself, I expect. Three or four times a week?" "Three or four times a week what?" I said. "Sex. I'd say three or four times a week for most women, somewhere around there." "For most women," I said. "Sure. Most women." I wanted to ask her how much was enough for her but hadn't the courage, so I filled my mouth with food as an escape. Jen wasn't ready to drop the subject yet. "So—did you fuck her that often? More? Less? Don't tell me you fucked her less than three or four times a week!" "I fucked her plenty," I said, and Jen laughed. It sounded good to hear her, even if we were both getting a buzz on and the laughter was an escape from the pain and what we knew we had to do over the next week. "Where?" "What?" Jen smirked. "Only wondering." She smiled as though butter—or anything else—wouldn't melt between those lips. "Where did Marty fuck you then?" I said, regretting the question even before I'd got it all out, but Jen didn't seem to mind. Alcohol could be a wonderful drug sometimes. "You want all the details or just the highlights?" I drained my glass, topped it, reached across and Jen pushed her glass toward me to be filled. Her eyes stayed on mine the whole time and I felt something tremble inside my chest I'd never experienced before and didn't recognize. "How much time we got?" I said. Jen continued to lock eyes with me and I felt my cock thicken inside my pants. "What's wrong?" she said. "Nothing's wrong." "You just got this strange look on your face, that's all. I wondered what you were thinking about." "It's been a rough day," I said. "Amen to that, brother." Jen lifted her glass and we clinked. "You want to help me wash up and then we can get the hard stuff out." I nodded. It seemed a damn good plan to me. *** We sat in the family room with logs burning in the fire the only illumination. The battered and faded leather couch was still there, the one we had used as kids, and neither of us had to think about where to sit. The couch was meant to rock, but all it ever did was move at random intervals in seemingly random directions. I dragged the heavy coffee table over and put two glasses and a bottle of Maker's Mark on it. I don't know if Jen liked bourbon whisky but I'd brought a bottle of mixer if she didn't. Besides, this was about getting completely steamed, not about taste. Jen sat in the corner of the couch and tucked one leg under her. After her shower she'd discarded the mourning attire and changed into a light dress that buttoned up the front. She looked closer to eighteen than twenty-eight. I'd pulled on an old pair of jeans and t-shirt. Only one of us looked good. I sat on the other end of the couch. Jen made a sound when I leaned forward for the bourbon and her hand gripped my arm as I almost tipped her off face first. The couch still had a few tricks up its sleeve. "Hey, give a girl a little warning. Jeez, no wonder you can't stay married you go acting like this all the time." "All the time?" "All the time you're with me, anyway." "You drink bourbon?" "Is the Pope catholic?" "Arguable these days." I passed her a good measure. "You want anything in that?" Jen shook her head and swallowed half the contents. She smacked her lips. "The good stuff. You splashed out for me?" "Me too," I said. She drained the other half of her glass and held it out. "You might want to take it easy," I said. Jen shook her head, harder this time, dark curls flying across her face. "Not tonight. Tonight I get totally wasted. You too. Tonight is for memories and celebration and good, strong bourbon whisky." I poured into her glass. "You got another bottle if we finish that one?" I laughed. "You're gonna drink half a bottle of bourbon and still need more?" "Who says I only want half?" "There are two more bottles in the car. I thought we might need them this week." Jen nodded. "Good." She leaned back and lifted her knees so her heels rested on the edge of the cushion, looked at me the same way she had over dinner. I responded the same way too. What was this all about? "So," she said, "We can get all maudlin and talk about Mom and Pop and how much they loved each other and how much they loved us, or we can talk shit." "I say we talk shit," I said. "Me too." Her eyes captured mine. She lifted her glass and sipped at the warm liquor. It left a sheen on her lips and I had a strong desire to lean across and see how they tasted. Mistake, of course, and I didn't do it. I wasn't that drunk. Not yet, anyway. Maybe never drunk enough that that. Besides, I knew damn well what the whisky tasted like because it was on my lips too. "So..." Jen wriggled a bit, getting settled into the corner of the couch. "Where were we?" I watched her, waiting. I studied her legs, long and lean, the skin smooth. I raised my gaze and took in the swell of her breasts: nothing spectacular, but there all the same. I imagined they would have a good shape and she wouldn't need a bra unless she chose to wear one. I swallowed. Was she wearing one tonight? "Oh, yeah..." As though she'd spent the time trying to remember. I raised my gaze to her face to find her watching me. I wondered if she knew what I'd been thinking, but the whisky was working its smoky magic on me and I didn't care if she'd seen my slow study of her. "So how many times did you fuck Marsha, Jack?" "More than you recommended." Jen shook her head. "No, no, no—I need details, bro. I need all the sticky wicked details." She tucked one leg underneath herself and leaned forward, eyes bright. "Is that what we're going to talk about tonight?" She studied me a moment. Sipped her drink. I sipped mine. "You got a better offer?" "Nope." "We gonna have any rules?" she said. "What are rules?" Jen grinned. "We should have done this years ago." "Maybe so." The shoulder of her dress had worked loose as she moved and I stared at the bare skin where no sign of a bra strap showed. My mind imaged the sweetness of her small breasts beneath, the sensitivity of her nipples against the cotton. My cock was twisted painfully but I couldn't adjust myself with her leaning so close. "Of course we should." She reached out with her free hand, the one not gripping her glass, and touched my arm. She left her hand there. The touch almost burned. "Tonight we let the barriers down. Tonight is magic." Dark brown eyes drew me in. "There's only me and you left. The last of the McAligheny clan." "There's bound to be a few others somewhere," I said. "No. Me and you. We're it. For tonight anyway. Tonight it's only me and you." I was putting meanings into her words I knew she didn't intend. I straightened up, pulling my arm away from her touch as I reached for the bottle. I slopped bourbon into my glass and Jen held hers out for a refill. "Promise me one thing, Jack?" "If I can." "Should I happen to pass out in an ungainly mess you must be a gentleman and put me to bed." "I can do that. If I'm upright, I will do that for you." "Thanks." She leaned all the way across, her free hand cupping my cheek, and then her lips pressed against mine. It wasn't a long kiss, neither was it short, but I did taste the whisky on her lips, and I'm sure she tasted the same on mine. I was suddenly more sober than I had been all night. Jen had worked herself loose and it was down to me to look out for her. It's what big brothers are for. She kept her hand on my cheek a while longer when she drew back, staring at my face. Then she grinned. "O-K. Now, who's going first? Come on, hugs for your little sis, bro." She turned around and slid back against me. The move took me by surprise and before I knew it she was reclining along my chest, wriggling her pert little ass into my lap. I only hoped she wouldn't notice the boner which lay trapped along my leg. I held onto my glass in one hand, laid the other across her stomach. We lay there for a moment, both sipping whisky, as breath moved in and out of her body, my hand rising as she breathed. Oh man... "You first," I said, expecting her to object. "Fine. What do you want to know?" "Is three or four times a week really enough?" "For who? You? Me? Marsha?" "Maybe not for Marsha," I said, "seeing as she left me." "How often did you fuck her, Jack?" "No, you first," I said. "Not often enough for me." She sipped at her drink, maybe gathering her thoughts. I pulled her a little tighter against me and she gave a small laugh. "No trying anything on," she said, but she squirmed her butt against me, tighter than before, and she sure as hell had to feel my cock now because I sure as hell felt her ass cheek pressing against it. "Tell me how often you like having sex then," I said, and she laughed softly again, her belly moving beneath my hand. "You promise you'll tell me stuff too? I'm not going to open myself up to you here and then have you clam up on me." "Promise," I said. "Seven," she said. "Times a week?" I felt her nod. She sipped her drink. I sipped mine. I didn't recall when it started but now my fingertips were tracing small circles over her dress. She giggled. "What if I said a day?" "I'd know you were lying." "Are you so sure?" she said. "What's your favorite time of day?" I said. "Uh-uh, I've given my answer. Your turn now. How often, Jack?" "How often would I like sex, or how often did we have sex?" "Were they different?" She twisted, trying to see me, but couldn't move far enough. I took the opportunity of the move to shift my hand a little higher, wondering if I was really going to let my fingers do what they wanted. "Aren't they always?" I said. "I bet they are for you, too." "Answer," Jen said, settling back against me. I was desperate to shift the position of my cock before I started screaming. "If it was up to me..." I breathed in, breathed out. Jen shifted. Sure, she knew what was going on here. Why it was happening was another question altogether, but she knew and I knew. The other, deeper question, maybe, was why? Was it just tonight, our grief twisting and coming out as arousal? I had no idea. I'm no deep thinker, despite the big bucks they pay me to write software. The Tree I realized my thoughts had dragged me away from the answer. "Twice a day," I said. Jen spluttered on her drink. "Twice a day? Fuck, Jack, you're one major stud, ain't ya?" "You said the truth there," I said, and hugged her. She made a noise. "Have you ever done it twice a day?" she said. "Sure." That noise again. "How often?" I shrugged, letting her feel the movement against her back. Took the opportunity to let my hand rise again, as if it was a complete accident. The lower swell of her breast now pressed against the side of my wrist. "Not so often," I said. "So you don't know you could realty perform twice a day, seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year, do you?" "No." I waited a beat. "But I'm ready to give it a try." Jen broke up, curling into herself as she laughed and I swear I didn't make a single move, it seemed she placed her breast inside my palm completely on her own. She stopped. I drew my hand away. "Sorry," I said. I saw her, felt her, nod. "Accidents happen. Just so long as you don't get no funny ideas." "You're my sister," I said. "That's what I mean." "No ideas," I said, lying through my teeth. "It's been a tough day." "Sure has." I felt her relax. She lay back against me. "You gonna be good if I lie like this again?" "Promise." Her hand came searching and found mine, pulled it back around. She laid it high across her belly, almost where it had been before. "Although..." she said. I waited. A minute passed. Jen finished her drink and I finished mine. I made no move to reach for the bottle. It felt good with her lying against me, and my cock seemed to have passed beyond pain into numbness. "Although what?" I said. "Maybe I ought to let you fuck me," she said, and giggled. "Sounds to me like you'd be the best fuck I ever had." "Was Marty any good?" I said. "Shit," Jen said. "Who was your best?" "Is this part of the game?" she said. "I think I gave an answer. My turn now." She nodded. "OK, fine. Let me think..." "Have there been so many?" I said, when she hadn't replied after thirty seconds. "One or two, sure." "How many?" "Save it for your next question." "I haven't got an answer to this one yet," I said. "You want more alcohol?" "Is the Pope a Catholic?" "You've already used that one," I said. "Do bears shit in the woods?" "Rumor has it," I said. I lifted her away from me, took her glass and filled them both, topping them high so I wouldn't have to keep doing it so often. Jen took the glass and sipped at it. "Are you as shit-faced as I am?" she said, looked at me over the rim of her glass. "I can't tell until I move." "Walk across the road to the dunes and back. I need amusing." I pushed her away, spilling some of her drink on the front of her dress but she didn't appear to notice. I stood and went out the front door into the blustery night, across the narrow roadway and up onto the dunes. Yes—I was as shit-faced as Jen, but I kept going, weaving from side to side. On the couch I'd felt fine. Out here in the wilderness with all of another hundred feet to reach the fence that ran along the top of the dune I felt unhinged. I made it though. I leaned back against the fence, which leaned back away from me, and I stared back at the house. A single lamp above the door cast a pool of light. Jen stood caught on the edge of it and my breath caught in my chest. She was the most exquisite creature I had ever seen. She swayed a little, waved and grinned. "See if you can make it back. I got a question for you now." I tried to recall if she'd given me an answer and couldn't. It didn't matter anyway, I wasn't going to remember any of this in the morning. I fell flat on my ass half way back, but I think I managed to get up with some dignity and made it all the way to the porch before I went down again. "Help me," I said. "If you think I can walk any better than you you're one deluded individual," Jen said. I shuffled to the door on hands and knees, used the post to climb to my feet. Jen held her empty glass out to me. "More?" "Six," she said. "Six more?" "I've fucked six different men." Ah... an answer. So she hadn't given me one before. It felt like progress of some kind, but toward what I had absolutely no idea. "When was the first?" "Uh-uh," she said. "Drink first. You think I'm easy?" "I don't know. Are you?" She shook her head again, hard, mussing up her hair. It lay across her face in a way so sexy I wondered if it was possible to pass out from lust. "My question next," she said, starting to slur her words. "I'm enjoying this. Are you?" She led the way inside and I followed, locking the front door behind me. "It's fun." "I think I might pass out soon," she said. "If I do, can we continued the game tomorrow?" "We got to work tomorrow," I said. "After work. I'll make you dinner again-" She stopped as I laughed, and pulled a face. She swiped her hair back to clear her face. "OK, so I'll defrost something Mom left in the freezer, and then we'll play the game again." "Sure," I said. I took her glass and brimmed it, handed it back. Jen skimmed the top off and sat back, legs splayed, dress awry. One of the top buttons had come loose, but unfortunately it showed only slightly more flesh than when it had been done up. I filled my glass then pulled the table close to the couch, took Jen's glass and put it on the table next to mine, finally sat. It took me a moment to reconcile the slight rocking of the couch with the swaying inside my head. Jen turned and I lifted my legs and she scuttled back against me and this time I put both arms around her and she sighed as she settled back. I kissed the top of her head and she squeezed my hand, tugging it upward. "I guess you can feel my tits if you want. But I'm warning you, they're nothing special." "Shouldn't I be the judge of that?" "I think most of the guys I went out with wished there was more." "I'm not most guys," I said. I resisted her offer and my one hand rested across the top of her belly, the other lower down. "You're not," she said, hugging her arms around mine. "Would it freak you totally if I kissed you again?" "Again? You kissed me already?" She laughed. "Don't pretend you didn't notice. Can I?" "You really want to?" "I'm wasted, Jack, but yeah, I think I really want to, before this dutch courage drains away." She reached for her glass and drained half of it in one long swallow, placed it carefully back on the table then turned onto her knees and came in close. "Kiss me, brother." I touched her lips with mine, once more that smoky taste on her. Jen moved back and I though that was it, but no, it wasn't. Not it at all. She looked at me as her hands came up and worked a button loose on her dress, then another, another, another. She worked blind, her eyes locked on mine. I guess she knew how to button and unbutton a dress after all these years. She drew the cotton aside and I gazed at the wonder of her breasts. The nipples were pebbles, hard and round, as pale as the surrounding flesh. She came back and pressed her mouth against mine and this time her tongue came out, insistent, seeking, and I opened my mouth and probed back. My hand went to her naked breasts and I made some kind of sound between us as I cupped her, as soft as velvet, as warm as a summer's day. My other hand rested on the rounded cheek of her ass, pulling her towards me. "Unh," she said, coming to me, spreading her legs. Then she let out a long hissing sigh and slumped against me like a rag doll. I gave her a shake and she mumbled something, but there was no sense there. I moved her so she wouldn't tumble off the seat and started to button up her dress then stopped. I shook her again. Her head rolled from side to side. Shit. I shifted her and got my arms underneath, sat back on my heels and lifted. She came easy, lighter than I expected, and I stood with her in my arms, swaying a little, then carried her toward the hallway. I cracked her head against the doorjamb taking her into her bedroom but she gave no response. After I laid her on the bed I rolled her onto her side in case she threw up. Then I stood and stared at her. I don't know for how long. Could have been a minute, could have been an hour. I rolled her onto her back again and undid her dress, worked it off. I stood another immeasurable time staring at my sister's body, naked other than a pair of tiny panties, thinking of nothing at all other than how utterly perfect she was. Jen hadn't gotten the chance to ask how many women I had fucked. The answer was more than six. But standing beside the bed looking at her I knew there was only one woman I had ever wanted, and she was lying almost naked before me. I could have her, I knew, right there, right then, and Jen would never know, would remember none of this. I even undid the buttons along the front of my jeans and started to tug them down before sense prevailed. Maybe Jen would never know, but I would. I rolled her onto her side again, covered her with a blanket and went to my room. *** I woke to the certainty my eyes were bleeding and my brain was slowly leaking out my ears. The hissing resolved into the sound of running water. Jen was up and in the shower. I groaned, rolled over. I had gone back to sleep when she bounced on the bed. "Wake up, dumbo, there's chores a'waitin'." I rolled onto my back. Jen's hair was still wet, her skin damp, and the silk of her robe clung against her body—a body I had seen in all its mystery and allure less than eight hours before. I think. The memory was hazy, tinged with a sense of unreality, and I half believed I might have made it up. "Did you undress me?" Jen said. "When?" "Ha-ha-ha. Last night. I woke at three a.m. with a bladder fuller than the Hoover dam and didn't even notice I was near-naked until I came out the bathroom. So did you?" "I dunno," I said. "Maybe." She nodded. "OK, that's cool, I guess. I wouldn't have wanted to puke on that dress, it's one of my favorites. Promise you didn't, you know, fuck me or anything, though?" "What!" I sat up and wished I hadn't. Jen smiled. "Joking. You think I wouldn't be able to tell?" She stopped and frowned. "Unless you used a rubber. Did you put a rubber on and fuck me?" "Look at me, sis," I said. "You think I was capable of doing anything last night?" "You managed to get me good and naked." True. "You already thanked me for that. No problem. Any time. You only need to ask. Besides, you weren't naked." "In those panties I might as well have been." "They were small," I admitted. Jen gave me a look. "You ready to get going?" "I need a shower," I said. "I might have left you some water." She got up and flounced out. That's right—flounced. I didn't even know she could do that. When I came out dressed in the same clothes as the day before Jen was in sweatpants and a cream tank top that showed off her braless nipples. She was standing in the hallway outside Mom and Pop's bedroom. "I don't want to open the door," she said. "We got to clear the house," I said. "You know we do." "I'll do the family room if you do in here." "Uh-uh. We both do their bedroom. We got to. It's like, you know, closure. We've got to do it together." "I hate you," Jen said. "I know. But you love me too, don't you, just a little bit?" "Only a tiny, tiniest bit." She held her fingers together, almost touching, before turning and opening the door, muttering something coarse beneath her breath. *** It was one tough day. And then there was the tree. Maybe the toughest and best thing about it. There had been moments of deep sorrow mixed with moments of almost ecstatic joy. Both Jen and I were drained by the time we stood side by side at the kitchen sink, me drying as Jen washed. Packing their clothes had been the worst, our emotions soaring and swooping like a single engine Cesna coming into Catlin field when an easterly was blowing hard. Jen burst into tears, burying her face in Pop's tweed jacket, and when I went to hold her I caught the scent too, his aftershave, the pipe tobacco he always smoked, the smell of him, his essence, and I broke down alongside her. Later I went up into the loft and found a box of old photographs, carried them down and we spent an hour we couldn't spare going through them, laying most aside to take away with us. There were more tears but these were of joy, not sorrow. "How much other junk is up there, Jack?" Jen said. "You know we'll have to clear it all." "Some," I said, not wanting to go back into the roof space. It was cold and full of cobwebs. And there was a lot of stuff up there. But putting it off would only make the job worse, which is how after a snatched lunch Jen stood at the foot of the aluminum ladder while I carted boxes and things wrapped in old tarp to the hatch. Those she could manage I passed down. Those that were too heavy I manhandled myself. We laid it all out—dust and cobwebs included—in the family room and stared at the piles. Jen wiped her hand across her face, trying to clear the spidery feeling, but we both knew only a long, hot shower was going to do that. We started in on the boxes. It was Jen discovered the tree, and she sat back hard on her heels and gave a sharp breath so sudden I turned, thinking she'd hurt herself. "Oh," I said. The tip of the tree poked out from the top of a wrap of plastic so scarred and faded it was near impossible to see what it contained. "You remember this sucker?" Jen said, her voice sounding odd. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Yesterday was bad enough, this was worse. This was our childhood, all our happy Christmases and the smell of roast chicken mixed with burning logs wrapped into one, and I knelt down beside Jen and lifted her grubby hand. "Damn," she said, then gave a half sob. "How can we throw this out?" "It's a shit Christmas tree, Jen. It's not even real. Hell, I'm not even sure if it's plastic. Did they make plastic when Mom and Pop bought this?" "Of course they did." She breathed deep, let the air out slow. "I want to put it up." "It's filthy," I said. "I want to put it up," she said again. I looked at her, dark hair caught in a clasp behind her head, face streaked, eyes damp, and nodded. "Sure, we can put it up." *** As I stacked the last of the dishes Jen went to the cabinet and took down two tumblers. She shook them in my direction and I nodded and she walked into the family room. By the time I joined her she had poured and was sitting on the couch staring at the tree. It wasn't decorated yet, other than a single silver globe hanging from one plastic branch. We had both showered a second time before eating, and she again wore the same dress as the night before. "I'm not getting drunk tonight," she said. "Me neither." "But I want to continue our game." "OK." I felt my cock stir, already anticipating what was to come. But what was to come? Nothing, I knew. Everything else was delusion. Exquisite delusion. "Except I can't remember who's turn it was." I laughed. "Nor me. I'm not even sure what the questions were, or the answers." "Now I know you're lying. I remember those. And..." She put a finger to her chin in a ridiculous show of coquettishness, "I'm sure it was my question next, now I think on it." I honestly couldn't remember, honestly didn't care. Neither of us had touched the bourbon yet, but I knew we would. We needed something to loosen us up. Jen leaned out from the seat for her glass, hesitated and sat back, turned to look at me. "I do remember some things, though," she said. "At least I think I do. Did I act inappropriately last night?" "Not so I noticed," I said. "I distinctly remember kissing you in a way a sister is not meant to kiss her brother." "It was only a kiss. And we both did it." As if that made a difference. "And I think I showed you my tits. But I guess if you undressed me that's beside the point. Except me showing them isn't, is it?" "They're nice tits," I said. "Why thank you, sir." I reached for my glass and took a sip. After a moment Jen did the same. "I know it was me too last night, but if I ask you to cuddle me like you did, will you promise not to do anything you shouldn't?" "Define shouldn't," I said. She put her tumbler back on the table and looked at me. "You know what's right and what's not. We both do. I won't deny I'm feeling something here, Jack, but we can't act on whatever it is. You feel it too, don't you?" I didn't say a word, didn't make any move to indicate one way or the other, but my heart was beating so hard inside my chest I was sure Jen could see it. "It's this fucking situation!" She reached for her glass again, taking a big swallow this time. "This is unreal. This whole thing. Packing their stuff up, finding those photos. The tree! We haven't been close like this since we were teenagers, and now we're grown up and should know better." "We do. Don't sweat it, Jen. We're adults, like you say. You think I can't control myself?" "It's not you I'm worried about." I watched her for a while. Her eyes shone with unshed tears and she breathed fast. I leaned forward and took her hands, laying them palm up against mine. "Jen—I promise I will never do anything I shouldn't to you. You're by beautiful sister and I love you more than life itself. I would never do anything to harm our relationship." She wouldn't lift her head to meet my gaze as she sighed so deeply it seemed her heart was leaving her body. She opened her mouth to say something then shook her head, finally lifting her eyes to mine. "My question then?" I smiled. "Sure. Your question." "And a hug's allowed?" I sat back and rested my legs along the couch and held my arms out. Jen came to me, holding my face in both hands and kissed my lips. It was half way between last night's first kiss and the second. A little parting of the mouth. A trace of tongue. Then she turned and settled down against me and I hugged her hard. I was getting used to the feel of her body, the dips and curves and crevices. Getting to like the feeling too. "Who gave you your first blow job, Jack?" I almost choked. "Fair's fair," Jen said, "Anything's allowed tonight. The rest of this week too." "Elaine Philips," I said. "Was it any good?" "That's another question," I said. "Subsidiary. It's allowed." I laughed. "You mean there are rules?" "Sure. My rules. I am the lawyer, after all. Was it a good blow job?" "Maybe the best blow job of my entire life," I said. "Wow. Did she take you all the way in? Did she swallow?" "That's two subsidiary questions," I said. "All allowed, so long as they relate to the original one." "No, she didn't swallow, and as I recall she barely took me beyond her lips." "And that's the best you've ever had? Man, you haven't lived much, have you?" "It was the best because it was the first," I said. "I was so excited I came almost immediately. I think it surprised us both. I don't think Elaine was expecting it to happen so fast. And I'm sure she didn't intend me to come all over her mouth and chin like I did. But sure, it was good. Amazing." "You ever been swallowed?" Jen said. "Now that's a different question." "Nope. We're still talking fellatio here, buster. Same topic." "I give in. Do I get to ask anything tonight at all?" "Sure. Once I'm completely satisfied I've got everything out of you I can." Jen wriggled her ass against me. I was no longer worried she might feel my erection. I was sure she was doing it on purpose and I'd pressed against her when she moved. It felt good, her ass sliding across the ridge in my jeans. The Tree "Well, you know me, I'm easy." "Obviously." "You want to know if I've ever had my cock totally swallowed, or if a girl's swallowed when I come?" "Both." I sighed. "Yeah, I know, I know," she said. "But these are Jen's rules." "Both," I said. "Mmm. Who?" "No. That really is a different question," I said. Jen grumbled a bit, moving around some more, teasing me on purpose. We had hardly touched our drinks yet. I didn't know if that meant anything or nothing. She leaned out and picked up her glass and took a long swallow. I watched the way her throat moved. "You're falling behind," she said. "Come on, slowcoach." I leaned out and grabbed my own glass. As I did my right hand, still clutching Jen, brushed against the side of her breast, but she didn't say or do a thing. I drank my glass down and refilled both of them, horny as all hell. "Have you ever swallowed?" I said. "Is that your question?" she said. "I guess." "Cock or cum?" "Either. Both." Jen nodded. "Sure. Both." "Who was your first?" I knew she was working out if the question was allowed. It obviously was. "You remember Aden Jennson?" "Tall kid. Well built. Played football and hockey?" "That's the one." "He was your first blowjob?" "He had a nice cock, too. Circumcised, short but thick. You're not circumcised are you, Jack?" "You know I'm not." "I don't. How could I possibly know that?" "Well I'm not," I said. "I think I prefer my men uncut," Jen said, and I hadn't even had to ask her a question. "Did you swallow?" "Aden? A little, maybe, but just like you he was fast. Man, he was so fucking fast. We were behind the bleachers and we'd been petting pretty heavy for maybe a week. I let him touch my boobies, such as they are, and he kept trying to get inside my panties and I wouldn't let him. I guess I felt I owed him something for not putting out so one night I took him out and gave him a hand job. That was instant too." She trailed off, perhaps thinking back, and I stroked her skin through the dress as she laid a hand along my thigh, the heel of her palm inches from the end of my hardened cock. Neither of us meant much by the moves. It was comfort. Pleasure. I know I didn't intend anything more. "I remember getting real excited when he came. I'd never seen a man shoot like that before and I liked it. Seeing him jet turned me on like you wouldn't believe. I think if he'd stayed hard he could have taken my cherry, but he went soft almost at once and got kind of embarrassed and I remember I had to walk home on my own. After jacking him off, too." "It's tough being a senior," I said. "Don't I know it." "So this blow job?" "Oh, yeah, sure. The blow job." She giggled. "I used my hand another couple times, the last one I took my top of and he came on my tits, but that was for me, not him. I just love-" She stopped fast. She was breathing hard under my hand and I pulled her tighter against me. She said, "Sorry, almost TMI then." "No such thing, Jen," I said. "You can tell me anything at all." I stroked her belly, my other hand lying along her thigh, one finger draped inside where they didn't quite close together. "You liked it when he came on your tits, didn't you?" She nodded, her head laid back against my chest, her entire body languid, soft against me. "You still like that?" I said. She nodded a second time. "How much?" "How much? Let's just say a lot. So..." she tensed a little as though coming back to herself, "he came on my tits and I rubbed it in and then lifted a finger and licked it, letting him see what I was doing. But of course he'd shot his load by then and lost interest." "You walked home alone again," I said. "You got it." "He sounds like a pig." "I guess. But remember, I was probably more into the idea than him. I wanted to suck his cock. I dreamed about how it would feel in my mouth, the thickness of it, the creaminess when he shot his load." "You let him come in your mouth the first time?" "I told you, I wanted him to." She was definitely breathing hard now. I reached for my drink and took a swallow, needing something, not sure if I might not just fill my pants leg with my own cream if she kept going like this. As I put the tumbler back on the table my hand again found the edge of her breast and when I returned I left it there. I waited for Jen to slap me or away or make some comment, but nothing. "And was it as good as you dreamed?" Her head moved against my chest. "Better. Do you think I'm a slut, Jack, for liking the taste of cum so much?" "You're not a slut," I said. "I feel like it sometimes. I think about sex a lot, but I've never experienced really great sex. Not the kind of sex that makes me almost pass out." "The earth's never moved for you," I said. "Not even a tremble." I couldn't believe that. Here she lay against me as loose limbed as a sleeping cat. I knew a good man could make her scream in ecstasy. "Why not?" She snuffled. "You think if I knew the answer to that I wouldn't have done something about it?" I reached over and retrieved her glass, handed it to her, reached for mine and sipped. "So, the other type of swallowing," I said. "You done that too?" "Uh-huh," she said. "All the way?" "Well—I could manage Aden without even having to open my throat, but sure, I've taken bigger men than him." "No gagging?" "Not much, no. I just seem to be able to take it all." "Wow," I said. Jen pulled my arms against her. "Isn't this kinda weird, Jack, me and you talking about blowjobs and swallowing and cum?" "It is kind of," I said. "You don't mind?" "What's to mind?" "There's no payoff," she said. She moved her ass against my cock, letting me know it was there and she knew it was there. "I don't need a payoff," I said. "You can use your hand later on," she said. "Thanks." "I think I might," she said. "Be my guest." "You're too kind. Is it my turn again yet?" "Maybe." "I think it is. What's your favorite kind of sex?" "Um, I'm not sure I get you. Isn't there only one kind of sex?" I put my empty glass on the table and pulled Jen against me. She started up some kind of loose swaying movement with her ass, lifting away, coming back, each time she came back the ridge of my cock slid along the crack of her ass. I wondered how long she might do this before I erupted. I guess not too long. "Do you like fucking a mouth, a pussy or an ass? Which is your favorite?" I was too shocked to say anything. After a moment Jen said, "Oh, sorry, I should have checked first. Have you done all of those things? Of course you can't answer if you haven't tried them all. But I know you've had a blowjob, and I assume you've fucked a woman. Even if your first wife was a lesbian, your second wasn't." "I've... yeah, I've fucked plenty of women," I said. "In all those places?" she said. "Um... in most of them." Jen giggled. "You telling me you've never done anal? Oh my God, Jack, that's priceless." She was breaking up in a big way but I didn't mind because of how she moved against me when she laughed. I even copped a full handful of left boob before pulling away. "So have you been fucked in your ass?" I said, a little embarrassed, a little angry with her. "Uh-uh, not your question," she said. "Well you got warning what my question's gonna be, then," I said. "Later. OK, in that case, which do you prefer, mouth or pussy?" "I couldn't say. Each has its own attraction, but I honestly couldn't choose one over the other." "Ah, just wait until you taste the pleasure of a tight asshole. I bet I know what your answer will be then. So I guess that question's a bust. I get another one." "No way." "My rules." I tickled her, knowing she hated it, and she squirmed against me like an eel. This was getting beyond playful now. Finally she stopped wriggling and settled back against me. The heel of her palm had found the head of my cock and I knew it wasn't accidental, but wondered how far she was going to go with this. "Favorite position, then," Jen said. "Missionary, cowboy, on top, underneath, from behind, side on." "That's an easy one. Doggy." "I knew it!" she said, laughing. "I just knew you were going to say that." "So what's yours?" "Is that your question? Think before you say yes." "No, I'm going to put the earlier one on the table." "Which one was that, Jack?" "You know which one." "I'm only a simple girl who's had too much wine and bourbon. I forget things." "Have you been fucked in your ass?" I said. Jen sighed like I had asked for the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Maybe I had. "I have," she said. "And... was it your choice? Did you like it? How does it feel? Does it make you come?" "Oh my, that's a whole raft of questions right there, ain't it?" "As I recall the rules they're all subsidiary." "Now he's the lawyer." "So?" Jen lifted her hands and counted off on her fingers. My fingers on her stomach measured each breath as she spoke. "One—yes, it was my choice. I asked for it the first time." "Why?" "I'm only at one," she said. "Still why." "Because I was curious. Because I wanted to try something that wicked and taboo." "Weren't you scared it would hurt?" "I'd practiced some with my fingers, so I knew I could take a cock in there. Can I go on now?" "Sure." "Two—yes, I liked it. Loved it, in fact. And before you throw my own question back at me, my favorite type of sex is anal. Not all the time, because, like, you know it can get a bit sensitive back there after a couple of bouts, especially if the guy is nicely hung. But given the choice of the three it would always be my ass." "You want another drink?" I asked. "Not tonight," Jen said. "I don't want to pass out like I did last night." She raised her fingers again. "Three—it feels absolutely wonderful, like my body has been made complete. Like I am filled. And four—duh—of course I come. My turn. Have you ever fucked another man?" "What?" "Didn't you understand the question, brother dearest?" "Have you ever had sex with another woman?" "Now you're doing it again. Me first. Me, me, me." "Then the answer's no." "Ever wondered what it would be like?" "Another question," I said. "Subsidiary, your honor." "No, never wondered." "Liar. Everyone's wondered." "Then never taken it beyond wondering." "Not even a tiny little fantasy?" I shook my head, realized she couldn't see me and said, "No. Not even an atom sized one. Finished?" Jen sighed like I was a huge disappointment, and I wondered exactly how wild my sister might be. "I guess," she said. "In that case I need a pee and then I need another drink. And yes, I do remember what your question was. And my answer is yes." With that she got up and went inside. I poured us both fresh drinks. The bottle was almost empty and I toyed with going to the car and bringing in another, but the truth was I was so hard I wasn't sure I could walk without something breaking. I drank off half my bourbon and topped the glass just as Jen came back, swinging her hips so her skirt flared. "Take the position," she said. I lay back and she settled against me. "You want to ease that thing inside your pants so you're more comfortable?" "I'm fine," I said. "You want me to ease it for you?" "Um..." "I can if you want. It likely only needs pushing upward so there's more space for it to grow." "I think it's grown pretty much all it can, thank you." "Oh, there's always room for a little more growth with the right encouragement." She reached around and laid her hand over the ridge in my pants, laughing. "I'll do it," I said. "I need a pee too. I'll fix it then." "Spoilsport." Jen pouted, but spoiled it with a grin. It took me a while to pee because I was so hard, but eventually the floodgates opened. After I did as Jen suggested and re-arranged myself so my cock lay flat against my stomach. I did think I might have a problem if the top extended above the waist of my jeans, but Jen had made the suggestion and she could live with the consequences. It was only as I turned back to the door I saw them on the side of the bath. Jen's panties. They hadn't been there after my shower, but now there they were. Small, with lacy edges. I hesitated, but knew I couldn't resist. I lifted them to my face and breathed in deeply. Her scent filled my head and I breathed again, feeling the damp cotton against my cheek. I wasn't the only one getting aroused out there on the couch. And now she was sitting naked under her dress and I wondered what that meant. I went back to find out. We took our positions. This time when Jen lay against me it felt different. It might have been my imagination and the knowledge she wore nothing under her dress, but I was sure the feel of her pressing against me was silkier, softer. Jen's glass was full but I noticed the bottle was now empty. "Other women," I said. "Sure." "Often?" "Often enough." "What's it like?" "You know what women are like," Jen said. She moved, lifting up then settling back down and my cock had escaped above my jeans and her ass cheeks trapped the head between them. "I want to hear what you do, get done to you. Whether you like women more than men. They couldn't fuck your ass, could they." "But they can lick it. And I can lick them. You ever had your ass licked, Jack?" "Oddly enough, no." "Nothing odd about it." "Don't tell me—you love that too?" "What's not to like? Only after you've had a stiff little tongue invade you back there can you be truly satisfied." "What do you do? You and the other woman?" "What d'you think? You know, don't you? You've been down on a girl. You have, haven't you? Don't tell me you've never-" "Yes, I've been down on a girl." "You like giving head?" "Sure." I threw her phrase back at her. "What's not to like?" "How much?" I stretched my arms out. "That much, huh?" Jen said. "Well I like having my pussy licked this much." She stretched her legs out, one each side. The movement lifted her dress almost to her waist and yes, she had discarded her panties. I clearly saw the dark tuft of her bush, and she must have known I could see, but we were beyond that now. "And doing the licking?" I said as she settled back down, making no effort to cover herself. "Mm-hmm. What's good for the gander's good for the goose." I laughed. "You make is sound so appealing." "I'm glad." She was rotating her ass against the head of my cock now like she was trying to unscrew it and I knew I was going to have to do something or it would all be over any second. So I lifted her a little and put my hand flat between her legs. She was unbelievably wet. She went still for a moment, then began to move against my hand. "Are you actually feeling up my pussy?" she said. "Is that a main or a subsidiary?" "Oh, a main I think, don't you?" "Then the answer is yes." "Good." "You like it?" "What's not to like?" "Even though it's me doing it?" She half turned. "Sorry, you are? Oh, yeah... my brother." "Exactly." "Gone beyond that now, don't you think?" she said. "You gonna come?" "If you keep doing that I am. You wanna slip a couple'a fingers inside?" "Sure." It seemed impolite to refuse. She was tight, hot, welcoming. She shifted position, lifting her dress higher, and when she came down her naked ass pressed around the head of my cock. "You know, we really ought to let the boy out," she said. "Be my guest." "We're only playing, right?" she said. "Only playing," I confirmed. "No fucking. Definitely no fucking." "Of course." "Good. Just so we both know the rules." "Your rules," I said. She fumbled behind her, fingers finding then loosening the brass buttons on my jeans until they were all free. She lifted up and I followed, letting her tug my jeans down, my shorts going along with them until both stuck half way down my thighs. "I guess that'll have to do," Jen said, settling the crack of her ass around my now exposed cock. I groaned. "Don't go coming all of a sudden on my ass yet, will you? You gotta bring me off first." "I'll try, but no promises." "Oh, don't worry, I'm not gonna be long at all. No, not long at all." She settled against me and I used the hand that wasn't plunging between her thighs to unbutton her dress and tugged so it draped down over me, exposing her completely at the front. I stroked her gorgeous small breasts, pulled on her pretty pink nipples, and Jen ground against my hand and cock, breathing like she had just run a sprint. "This is only because of today," she said, making no sense to me at all. "Of course it is." "Doesn't mean you got privileges." "I know." "Oh sweet Jesus, Jack, I think I'm gonna come hard." "Good." I kissed her neck. Licked inside her ear. "Oh fuck, that's doing it." She was jerking on top of me, her steady ass rhythm totally gone but I didn't care. I was lost in the wonder of making my sister come. "Uhn, shooo... more fingers, Jack, I come already but I'm ready for seconds." I plunged another finger inside, then a fourth, pushing hard into her, feeling Jen start to shake again. She reached around underneath and found my cock, began to rub me fast. "Now you, baby... splash on my ass... like that, Jack, come on my ass for me..." She was shuddering again and I couldn't hold back a moment longer. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I felt as though my entire being was emptying through the head of my cock, pumping over and over and over again, streaking her delicious cheeks with cum and she rubbed the head of my cock all over her ass as I emptied onto it. Afterward she was quiet. I slipped my fingers out of her and laid my hand on her bare belly. Jen laid her hand over mine, and I knew it was going to be all right. Some time later she stood and re-buttoned her dress, not seeming to care about the mess I had made underneath it. I went out to the car and brought the other two bottles of bourbon inside, but only opened the one. We sat and drank in silence until, eventually, Jen said, "You can't sleep with me, Jack, you know that." I nodded. "So long as we understand what just happened here." I suppressed a laugh. "I'm glad one of us does. She kissed me, that non-sister kiss I was getting to like a lot. "I need to think some things through," she said, got up and walked away. Just what the fuck did that mean? *** Jen was late rising the following morning. I sat in the kitchen wreathed in the smell of coffee and bacon, listening for her. When she hadn't shown by ten I gave up and started in on the work still left. It was hard to believe just how much junk our parents had managed to accumulate over forty years of marriage. She emerged a couple of minutes after eleven, hair unbrushed, dark smudges beneath her eyes, and I still thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. "I thought you'd gone into hibernation," I said. Jen only grunted as she went past me into the kitchen. I heard a bowl going down, cereal being poured, the gurgle of milk and juice. I carried on working. When she can back she carried two mugs of coffee, handed one to me. She stood in front of me, looking up, her face serious and I knew I didn't want to hear what she was about to say. "I've been awake most of the night. Thinking." "Uh-huh." "You know what about, don't you?" "Uh-huh." She sighed like all the air was coming out of her body. "You know last night was a mistake? A big mistake. I don't blame you. If anything I blame myself. But it took two of us. You can see that, can't you?" The Tree "Uh-huh." She punched me hard in the center of the chest, tears pricking her eyes. "Say something, Jack, not just uh-fucking-huh!" "Of course it was a mistake," I said, and she crossed her arms over her breasts and nodded, but the pain on her pretty face told a different story, one I didn't want to think much about because all it offered was even more pain and anguish. Except... I was ready, if that was what it took. I had tasted a little piece of heaven and knew nothing would ever be the same again. All the other women, the two wives, none of them mattered. Everything I had waited my entire life for had arrived last night, and now that was all it would ever be. I would live with the memory if I had to. "What are we doing today?" she said, wiping her arm across her face, sniffing. "I was thinking of clearing the garage. There's so much crap in there." "All Pop's tools," Jen said. "And those glass jars full of things he was saving in case they ever came in handy." At least that got half a smile out of her. "I'll work in here then," she said. "Uh-" I stopped. "All right." She nodded but neither of us moved. I didn't know how we were going to get through Christmas. It was me who finally turned away, but only because if I hadn't I was going to put my arms around her and lift her face to mine. *** I stayed in the garage all day, skipping lunch. The old Ford Taurus wagon they had bought new in 1984 sat on tires going flat. When I tried turning the engine over I didn't even get a groan so I reached down and popped the hood. I trailed the charge leads from the bench and clipped them onto the battery, topped it with distilled water, then checked the oil and fluids. It was displacement activity but felt good to climb underneath and drain the oil. I yelled to Jen I was popping out. I don't know if she heard me or not. There was no reply, anyway. I drove our rental into town, came back with radiator fluid and a gallon of oil. By the time I went inside it had been dark three hours and snow was falling hard. It wouldn't last, it never did on the Cape, but six inches coated the driveway, making the scene festive. The family room and kitchen were empty. There was no smell of anything cooking. "Hey, Jen, you here?" No reply. I walked through to the back and heard the shower running. I rapped on the door. "You all right in there, Jen?" She said something I couldn't make out. "You want me to order a pizza or something?" More sounds I couldn't decipher. I chose to regard them as assent so used my cell to call for a pizza, coke and a side of fries. I was promised fifteen-twenty minutes, and figured on thirty. When I cut the connection and turned around I saw the fire was laid but unlit, and that Jen had added six more decorations to the tree. I glanced at the fire, the tree, then manhandled it across to the corner and started searching the boxes from the roof space until I found what I was looking for. When Jen appeared dressed in black jeans and a loose sweater I had the tree lights spread across the floor testing each bulb. I glanced up and Jen stopped when she saw what I was doing and her mouth made an odd shape. "You want some help with those after we've eaten?" "You want to?" "Sure." I hadn't had a smile all day, but it was a start. I had my memories. "I'll grab a quick shower. The pizza ought to be here any minute." "I'll keep it warm until you come out." The bathroom was steamy and smelled of Jen's soap and perfume. Her day clothes were tumbled on top of the laundry basket, laid delicately on top was her work underwear. Work panties, anyway. No sign of a bra and I guessed she didn't really need one. When I stepped under the shower my cock swung half erect and I soaped myself fast and clinically, ignoring the urge to jack off. When I emerged I darted naked across the hallway into my bedroom and pulled on sweatpants and a sweater. Jen had put a match to the fire and logs crackled, their scent sweetening the air in the room. She had pulled the big coffee table in front of the couch and laid salt and pepper and mayo out, together with chunks of fresh bread she had gotten from somewhere, and I wondered if I wasn't the only one to go into town. I sat in one corner of the couch and Jen brought the pizza box out. We helped ourselves, using our fingers. It tasted good. Tasted like they used to last time we sat this way before either of us grew up and left home. We drank coke and said nothing until we were done, then Jen said, "You want to do those lights now?" "Sure. We got all night." She nodded. I helped clear the table then we came back and sat either side of the tangle of wires untwisting, testing and twisting back in miniature bulbs. It was a long job. After an hour there was a pile of failed bulbs and we went searching in the boxes, certain Pop would have had spares, and he did. We sat across from each other again and tested each of the new bulbs—and a fair number failed—then fitted each of the good ones. "Do you have a tree at home?" Jen said, the first words she'd spoken since before dinner, but the silence hadn't been awkward. "In L.A.?" "Don't they do Christmas in L.A.?" "Sure they do. But no, I don't have a tree." "Have you ever, since leaving home?" I shook my head. "How about you?" "Didn't seem much point when I was on my own. And Marty wasn't keen. So no, I've never had one either." I looked at the ratty artificial tree with its seven glittering ornaments and smiled. "I've missed it." When I looked back Jen was smiling. "Me too. I want to decorate it tomorrow, and then we can put the lights on that sucker." I smiled back. "Sure. That sounds good." "And I want us to do Christmas dinner. And presents." "Uh, I didn't think to bring anything for you. I'm sorry." Jen laughed and the sound melted my insides. "I didn't get anything for you, either. Not the first thing on my mind, to be honest. But this was our home, Jack, and..." She trailed off. She had been looking down, talking to her hands. Now she lifted her face and looked around, taking in the room. The old leather couch. The two chairs, one either side of the fireplace, Mom's to the right, Pop's to the left. The fireplace itself, wood crackling and embers glowing. The tree. The drapes. The archway into the kitchen. "Yeah, that's what it feels like, doesn't it? Our home." I watched her, a smile on my face as I saw the contentment on hers. "Yeah, this is home," I said. "Let's have one last Christmas here." "You think Mom's got some turkey dinners stashed in that freezer?" Jen shook her head. "Fresh. I want a real Chistmas dinner. I don't care what. Chicken, turkey, a roast, goose, whatever, but I want a proper dinner Christmas day." "Sure," I said. I wanted her to stay this way, happy, excited. I wasn't going to touch her, but this was better than the day had been so far. "Do you know how to cook a dinner like that?" Jen said. "Do you?" She shook her head. "I'm not what you'd call domesticated." "Domestic," I corrected. "I know what I said. So do you?" "I enjoy cooking," I said. She smiled like I'd said something funny. In the morning the ashes in the grate were still warm and there were four more decorations on the tree. *** The following day we broke the back of the packing and when I tried the Taurus the engine turned over, misfired, caught and ran smooth and sweet. I sat behind the wheel for a minute then turned the engine off, opened the garage doors and went inside. "I'm going into town." Jen was on her knees taping the edges of a box. She glanced back over her shoulder, hair caught in a clip, a smudge of dirt on her cheek. "Give me five and I'll come with you." I made a show of looking her over. "You'll need more than five minutes," I said. "Who mentioned minutes?" She was thirty. It took me ten to duck under the shower once Jen had finished in there then dress in chinos, an oxford shirt and sweater. She appeared in blue jeans and an old NYU sweatshirt and she couldn't have looked more beautiful. She took me in, said, "Shit, I need to get changed again." "You look great," I said. She put her arms out and made a face. "You look wonderful. Just like..." My voice caught and I hoped she didn't hear it," just like the day you left for college." I think she blushed. "We're taking Pop's old Ford," I said, and she grinned. We turned onto Cahoon Hollow Road and drove past Great Pond to route 6 and then south to the Mall at Orleans. Jen sat with that same grin on her face the whole time as the old car wallowed and drifted across the pavement. As we parked she turned to me. "I want us to split up. I got things I need to do on my own." "Sure." I didn't tell her I had the same plans too. "Two hours enough?" "Plenty. Meet you back here at six. How about dinner in the Beachcomber?" I nodded, grinning. I only just made it in time. I knew exactly what I wanted to get for her. Two items were easy, the third one tough, and then I needed to buy meat and groceries and wine. I decided to risk the wine, unsure what Jen might say, but you couldn't drink water with Christmas dinner, could you. *** By lunchtime Christmas Eve there was only our folks bedroom to deal with. We had both been putting off the final stage, aware there was finality to it. We ate sandwiches and drank Coke then Jen got up and walked through and I knew the moment had arrived. By the time I reached the bedroom she had stripped the bedclothes and was standing at the foot of the bed crying. I hesitated, wanting to comfort her, afraid she would misinterpret any moves. Jen turned to me, her face streaked with tears, and said, "I need a hug real bad, Jack." I went to her and she slumped against me, her tiny body shaking as she sobbed. I held her for what seemed like an hour but was more likely five minutes. "This is so hard," she said, getting herself under control. I kissed the top of her head. "I know, but it's nearly done now." "Not just this. Us! Us is so fucking hard." I pulled her against me. "No it's not. We slipped up, but we've come back from our mistake. That's all it was. The emotion, the pain, the grief. What we did was completely understandable. We both needed comfort." She snuffled a laugh against me chest. "I think that went a little beyond comfort." "Well, maybe..." "You came all over my ass!" "I don't want you to say stuff like that, Jen." She pulled back so she could look at me. "Why not?" "Because it doesn't help. I'm hanging onto myself by a thread here. I don't need you saying that kind of thing." "About my ass?" "Yes. About your ass." "You didn't want to do what we did, Jack?" "Of course I did. But we decided it was a mistake, and we have to stick with that." "I guess." She turned inside my arms and leaned back onto me. I shifted a little so she wouldn't feel the first signs of my arousal. "Look," she said. "At what?" "There." She pointed at the bed. "That's why I was crying." "I don't get it." "The hollow on that side of the bed. It's where Mom always slept. Just one hollow. I was thinking of her all on her own in this house that holds so many memories for her, waiting out her days." I nodded, my chin resting on the top of her head. "Help me turn the mattress." Jen pulled away from me and tugged at the side. I went across the bed and, with me doing most of the lifting, turned the mattress over. "Better?" I asked. "Better," Jen agreed. She went out and was gone a couple of minutes. I took the time to drag the boxes we had packed over the week out into the hallway. They were stacked three high all over the place, ready for the movers on Monday. It would be a strange Christmas. Jen returned carrying clean sheets and pillowcases and started making the bed. I watched her for a while, not helping, feeling emotions welling inside me. There was an obvious question I wasn't going to ask. Instead I went out and carried on with the few chores remaining. I was stringing the lights on the tree when she came out. "Christmas Eve," Jen said. "Presents tonight?" "Always used to be," I said. She nodded. "I got you a few things." "Me too." "Nothing for me?" I tossed an ornament at her and she caught it one handed, came and hooked it on the tree. "You gonna burn the house down when you switch these suckers on, you think?" "Likely too, yeah." "I'll make a fire up. What are we eating?" "I didn't think we'd want anything heavy. Is salad all right?" "I guess you can't fuck up salad too much, can you." "You ain't seen my cooking yet." I was smiling as I watched her laying the fire, studying the curve of her neckline, the way her hair had come loose from the clip and drifted across her cheek, the way her sweatshirt pulled up at the back to show a delicious stretch of skin. The way her jeans outlined the delicate perfection of her ass. I turned on the lights, and those suckers worked just fine and I laughed, went to prepare the food. An hour later we sat in the kitchen and Jen said, "This is Caesar salad, Jack. That's almost like real cooking." "A bit of chicken and some croutons? It's hardly cooking." "It's delicious is what it is. Can you really cook?" "I told you, I enjoy it." "Why in hell did Marsha leave you then?" "Younger man. And L.A. has plenty of restaurants." "Young man hung like a horse, don't forget," Jen said. "Allegedly, according to you." "Has to be. She's crazy to leave you otherwise. Unless you're a lousy fuck. Are you a lousy fuck, Jack?" "You tell me," I said. Jen speared chicken, lettuce, lifted it to her mouth and chewed. "This deserves wine," she said. "Some in the fridge." She got up, brought the beaded bottle for me to open. She sat back down. "What we did wasn't fucking," she said. "Felt pretty close to me." I drew the cork, leaned across and poured cold wine into her glass. She sipped, nodded her approval. I should hope so—the bottle had cost $50. There were three others, even better, ready for tomorrow. "Close but no cigar." "A big fat stogie from what I could tell." She smiled, innocent, wonderful. The night was rich with magic and promise once more. We washed up and dried side by side, silent, companionable. Every now and then Jen would reach across for her glass and sip a little wine. We took the bottle through to the family room and I added more logs to the fire. The tree was now fully decorated, lights twinkling. Which was good. The more decoration the less of the ratty plastic leaves were on show. I sat on the couch but Jen went through into the hallway. When she came back she was carrying two wrapped gifts, one small, one larger. "For me?" I said. She nodded and sat along from me. I got up and went to my bedroom and brought her gifts back. Three of them. Put them on the table in front of her. "For me?" she said. "For you." "Thank you, Jack." "Thank you, Jen." She leaned toward the top parcel. "Can I?" "It'd be stupid not to." She glanced at me. "Yes, it would, wouldn't it?" She ripped the paper I had spent so long making as perfect as I could. "Oh Jack..." She stood, holding the dark blue dress against her slight frame. Tears sparkled in her eyes. "This is beautiful." "Well, after I ruined the last one, I thought..." She swatted me and missed. "I washed it. Good as new now. But this is wonderful. Can I put it on now?" "When we've opened the rest," I said. She pouted and I laughed. "Your turn," she said. I opened the small gift first and gasped. "Jeez, Jen, is this real?" "I hope so, or there's a dead store clerk come Monday." It was a Rolex. Not one of the gangsta models but subtle and beautiful. I took it from the box and put it on my wrist. The leather strap was soft, a deep, iridescent brown. "This must have cost a fortune." "Us lawyers are filthy rich, haven't you heard? And seeing as you never bought one for yourself, I thought it appropriate." "Can I say thanks?" I said. "Sure." I leaned across. She leaned in. We kissed. A touch of the lips, nothing more. "You now." "We played that game already, didn't we?" But she opened her second present. "Sorry if it's a cliché," I said. She ran the silk lingerie through her fingers, laid it against her cheek. "Sometimes a cliché is a cliché because it's exactly the right thing. Thank you, Jack." We kissed again, a little longer this time. I opened my second and last present. Jen had one more to go. "If you don't like them we can get them changed Monday," she said. I lifted the silk pajamas from the wrapping. "I like them," I said. "I didn't know if you wore any in L.A., with it being warm all the time, but they might come in handy here." "I'll wear them every night for the rest of my life," I said. "You'll wash them sometimes though, won't you?" "At least once a year." "Uh, skanky." She opened her last present and I was nervous, because I didn't know if she was going to like it. The tears in her eyes told me she did. "Put them on for me?" she asked. I nodded and took the heavy pearl necklace from her. Jen lifted her hair and I closed the clasp. She turned one way, turned the other. "Do they look good on me?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "Can I go change now?" she said. "If you really want to." "I really want to. You too, Jack." "But I've got pajamas," I said. She lifted a shoulder. I swallowed. "That's what I thought," she said. "And don't worry about embarrassing yourself, I already know what you've got." "I'm no horse though," I said. "Hmm... not bad." I was ready first, of course. The silk kissed my skin at every point it touched and the thickness of my cock along my leg lay revealed as though I was naked. I didn't care. I made up the fire again and drank another glass of wine for courage. When Jen came through my mouth dropped open, and I felt my cock slide along my thigh as it lengthened. She looked stunning. "Good fit," I said. "Perfect fit. And I've got the panties on too, see?" She lifted the dress to reveal lavender hold ups, lavender panties and a hint of garter belt." "So I see." "They fit perfect too." "I'm glad." "I like the pajamas on you," she said. "Me too." She sat on the couch and turned to look at me. "Want to play the game again?" I shook my head and she frowned. "You want to know what I really want?" I said. Jen's eyes widened. She nodded anyway. "What do you want, Jack?" "I want to fuck you," I said. She swallowed. "You can't do that." "No?" She shook her head. "No. I'm not on the pill or anything. We can't take the risk." "I see." "But you can make me come. I'd like that." "You would?" She nodded. "Only if you want, of course. And you can get some rubbers tomorrow and then you can fuck me." It was my turn to swallow. "It's Christmas Day tomorrow. Where am I going to buy rubbers?" "Soon, then." "You want me to?" She smirked. "You're stupider than you look." "That would be difficult," I said. Jen stood. "I'm going to take this dress off. I don't want to risk getting it stained, it's too beautiful." "I guess, if you must." I stood as well. "Let me do it for you." "I was hoping you might offer." She stood while I undid each button along the front then drew the sides apart. She turned so I could lift the dress from her shoulders. I folded it neatly and laid it on Pop's chair. "You put the bra on too," I said. "For what it's worth." "I love your breasts," I said. "Not much to go around though, is there?" The Tree "Doesn't need to be." Jen came closer and her hand dropped to my cock. "Whereas this... there's nothing small about this thing. I don't know what Marsha was thinking." "We wouldn't be doing this if I was still married. You too." Jen stared at me. She moved her hand, slipped it inside my pajamas and found my cock again, her hand warm around my length. "Do you really believe that?" She went onto her knees and worked my pajama pants down. The silk hissed as it slid down my legs and pooled at my ankles. Jen groaned, leaned forward and pecked the tip of my cock with her lips. "You're leaking," she said. "Is it any surprise?" She flicked her tongue out and tasted my pre-cum, smiled, then opened her mouth and took me inside. She didn't stop until she had taken me all. I felt a small bump as my cock entered her throat and then her hand cupped my ass and pulled me even deeper. Only when she had to breath did she finally release me. I gripped her under the arms and pulled her up, kissed her, opening her mouth, tasting my cock on her lips. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her tiny hand searching for me again. I put her down and went to my own knees, burying my face against the scent of her pussy. "I think I ought to take these off before they stain," I said. "Good idea." I slid my finger down the front of the tiny panties then looked up at her. She was looking back with a wicked smile on her face. "When?" I asked. "While you were making dinner. Did Marsha ever do this?" I shook my head. "Any girl you been with?" "One," I said. "I've never done it before," Jen said, "but I wanted to, for you." I tugged at her panties and gazed in wonder as she became revealed to me. Jen had put the panties on over the garter straps so they came off easily. She was always thoughtful that way. I kissed her just above her pudenda, the smoothly shaven skin soft against my lips. "Ooh, do that again, it feels good." I kissed her again, working around, up to her navel, down to the top of her slit. I licked the silk of her naked skin and touched the smoothness of her ass with my hand. She curled her fingers into my hair. "I was thinking this was going to be slow and leisurely, but I gotta tell you I'm right on the edge here. You want to do me real fast the first time?" I smiled and pushed her down on the couch and spread her thighs. "Oo, masterful." I lifted up and rested my cock against the tight slit of her pussy. Jen looked down at where I was pressing against her, her mouth hanging loose, an expression of wonder and fear on her face. "I won't come," I said. "Promise?" "How close are you?" She put her finger and thumb together, almost touching. "You?" I did the same, but a little wider. "Just so long as you don't." I applied pressure and her labia parted with no reluctance. She was so wet there was tightness but barely any resistance as I sank inside her. "Whooo..." she let her breath out, lifted her hips in encouragement. I needed none. I pressed deeper, deeper still. Jen twitched. I kissed her mouth and her tongue flickered against mine. I withdrew my entire length. Jen wrapped her fingers around the slickness she had made of my shaft. I sank back inside and she jerked again. "You're going to have to finish me now, Jack, whatever. I don't care." I came out again, back, starting a slow, deep rhythm and Jen grunted and lifted her legs to wrap them around my waist, the silk of her stockings sliding across my skin with each thrust. I kissed her face and neck. My hand tugged at her bra and freed one breast and I sucked the pebbled nipple against my tongue as Jen arched her back and rocked her head from side to side. She came then, hard, uncontrolled, her nails digging into my back as she thrust up, trying to impale me ever more deeply. "Fuck. Me," she grunted. I felt her muscles relax as her orgasm abated, knew I wasn't going to be long myself, but I wanted a little more before I finished. I slid out of her and she grabbed at me trying to pull me back. I resisted, sliding between her thighs and burying my face at their junction. She tasted wonderful. Each of the women I had done this to had possessed their own unique essence. Marsha had been tart. Jen was sweet and lightly spiced. My tongue probed her, explored the nub of her clitoris as she gripped my head and ground against me. When she had peaked again I licked her while she came down then laid against her and entered her once more. She sat up so she could watch as I sank into her, withdrew slicked with her essence, over and over, slowly, hypnotically, her eyes never leaving the point of our junction as her chest reddened and her breathing grew harsh. I reached behind her and fumbled the clip on her bra, failing. Jen reached back and flicked and it came free. I kissed her breasts. She started making a small sound each time I filled her. Over and over, my own climax trembling on the edge of release but by some miracle I knew I could hold out until I had brought her to one more peak. This time we seemed to last an age. My balls pulled into pea-sized nubs and my cock felt a million miles long. Jen's skin was fire and silk and velvet, her mouth a sweet temptation. She lay exposed completely to me, naked from stocking tops upward, the string of heavy pearls around her delicate neck. The sound she made turned into grunts and I sped up, gripping the cheeks of her ass in my hands, lifting her with each thrust. Jen's head lolled, boneless, nodding as I moved. The grunts changed into a long wail and she bucked, coming back to me, legs and arms wrapping around me like an octopus and she cried out, her entire body shaking. I had never known such abandon, such wailing, flailing giving in to the ecstasy of orgasm. Her skin was pricked with sweat, her hair a mess, her eyes unfocused, and as she slid down the far side I knew I may have held on too long. I pulled out, almost too late, my first ejaculation coming a millisecond after my cock cleared her pussy. Then she was gripping me as I came again, splashing over her belly. Jen wriggled, coming down, and my third eruption coated her breasts, the fourth her chin and when she took me inside her mouth I thought I was finished, but the hot wet warmth there encouraged more from me. We lay tumbled on the floor beneath the couch, Jen a loose weight on top of me. She kissed me then laughed. "What?" I said. "I just put some cum on your cheek." "I don't care." She kissed me again, and I knew I could taste myself as well as her. "No-one ever let me do that," she said. "Do what." "Kiss them right after they've come in my mouth." "I don't think I've ever done it before either," I said. "Icky?" I gave her my reply by kissing her again. Despite my smart silk pajamas neither of us wore anything while we slept in our parents old bed, wrapped around each other the whole night. I woke once to darkness and the sound of heavy surf from beyond the dunes. Jen breathed softly against me and I smiled into the night as I drifted back into oblivion. In the morning with the bedroom hot from the thumping radiator, she burrowed beneath the bedclothes and sucked my cock into her mouth, not letting me escape until I erupted against her tongue. She came back up along me, her body like electricity against mine. "I've been thinking," she said. "Not again." She bit my earlobe and I yelped. "I've been thinking about this house." She squirmed against me, climbing along my chest, lifting one leg onto the pillow. I studied her pussy, naked and enticing, just a hint of dampness along the cleft. "What about the house?" "I don't want us to sell up. I want to live here. With you." "With me?" She nodded, looking down at me as she lifted the other leg. Her pussy was only inches from my face now and I breathed in the nectar that was her scent. I felt myself grow hard again, and knew soon I would fuck her. "I want you to move back east and live here with me," she said. "As man and wife." "I don't think they allow that." "We don't need a piece of paper. But I need you. I've always needed you. Every man I've been with has been a search for you." I reached out and ran my tongue along her cleft. She tasted even better than I remembered. "Can we talk about this later?" "Now. I want to know your answer now." She lowered herself against my mouth and sighed. I gripped her waist and lifted, drew her back down. Lifted her again for a moment so I could speak. "You know my answer, Jen." The Tree by the Window A hard day's work for Francine. From 9 to 5, she suffered the nagging blathering of her boss about the TPS reports, the painful anecdotes of the office dullard, and the tedious computer work that kept her fingers in constant motion at the keyboard. She got on the M train back to her Brooklyn apartment. She looked at the floor of the train with a blank expression, the bags under her eyes prominent on her face. She wondered what had happened to her. She used to be happy, content with life. Now it was a mundane, repetitive rut. In her younger years, Francine was a nice and exciting girl. She was the kind of girl who would be the designated driver, but she would also flash people on the highway when she wasn't drive. It wasn't about being sexy, it was about having fun. And fun she had. Had. Past tense. Now, in her late thirties, her libido had faded. This left her body unkempt. Her breasts were deflating, being 36C at their best, and now lying at 32C. Her skin was becoming pale and veiny, not having the opportunity to spend time under the sun very often. This is not to say that she was not attractive. Francine was a tall girl. At 5' 10", she was a good volleyball player at her gym. Her brown hair reached the small of her back, and it was still very thick and deep in color despite her age. She threw her curvy body down onto her bed, still in her business suit. Although she wanted to fall asleep right then and there, she thought it better to change into pajamas. She got up and changed, then went to the kitchen for dinner. She was grateful that she found a nice apartment, albeit in a bad neighborhood. On the second floor, she owned a tight two room apartment with a small kitchen. To fit the feeling of her cramped and gray home, she threw some top ramen onto the stove. She turned the TV on and started watching The Real Housewives of... "Housewife," she thought, "that would be so much better than this. I'd at least have someone to look forward to. Someone to comfort, someone to love, someone to fuck." Francine had been single for years. Her last boyfriend was a man whore, so she had developed trust issues. Her sex life had been dead ever since. She rarely thought about it, but when she did, the desire was high. Tonight was one of those nights. She finished her cheap noodles and retreated to her bedroom. She put on some jazz music, and went to her bottom dresser drawer. She pulled out her toy: a little vibrator egg. Her routine was simple: shove it in, turn it on, and wait to cum. Tonight, there was a slight error. The egg slipped out while she had dozed off from exhaustion. The orgasm never came. ********** While she slumbered so early into the night, a storm started to brew. It was an hour into her sleep when the storm became powerful. The trees were bending in the wind, the rain beating hard on the windows. In the other room of Francine's apartment, a large tree stood close to the window. Though it was large, one branch was rather weak. It broke at the top of the tree, and crashed through the window. Francine remained unconscious. From the sidewalk, a man saw the window break open. He was far from his home, and needed to go somewhere. He jumped at the opportunity. The man climbed into the tree and jumped in through the window. He found a completely empty room. Aware of the time of night, he waited before walking out of the room. It was cold, and glass was all over the floor. After enough time had passed, the man crept out into the hallway. He closed the door behind him and saw an apartment decorated with useless little trinkets. He thought this was too good to be true. The man began to stuff his pockets with the little things; souvenirs from other countries and expensive luxury decorations. He found himself in the main room where a couch was. He would have loved to lie down, but he wasn't certain that he'd go unseen. So he went to the second hallway of the small living space. It was decorated with many broadway posters, some signed. He tip-toed down the hall as quietly as he could. The floor underneath the carpet was creaking, but not very loudly. He finally arrived at the door and put his ear up to it. He saw no lights shining under the door, but he still needed to check. He heard no movement, and no snoring. But there was a weak buzzing noise, like something was vibrating. Probably a massager or something, he thought. He kept listening, and the buzzing persisted. Still, there was no other movement, no other sound. "You know what? Fuck it. Not like the cops can find me so easy in this fucking storm." He carefully opened the door. The door creaked ever so slightly, and when there was no reaction from within, he felt it was safe. It was very dark, and he couldn't see too well. The buzzing was now louder. He was sure that nobody was home, and he stepped inside. Then the first strike of lightning presented itself. The duration of the flash was just long enough for the man to notice one thing: there was a woman in the room, and she was asleep. Not only was she asleep, she was naked. He still didn't know the source of the buzzing, but now he was convinced that it was a vibrator. He stood in the middle of the room in shock, the sight of the woman having surprised him. This went on through a few more strikes of lightning, assuring him that it was real; no illusion. Her breasts were bare, her legs too, and a vibrator egg between her legs, buzzing on without doing its work. The situation finally resonated with the man. He had entered a random apartment, and now there was a sleeping naked woman in front of him who evidently fell asleep during masturbation. It was still too good to be true. Even better than before. There was no way he would be caught, thanks to this storm. It was dark, it was loud because of rain and thunder, and it would be easy to slip away. He didn't even live in Brooklyn. The man inched his way over to the bed, trying not to fall in the darkness. He made it there, feeling the bed frame with his shin. His hand slid up the sheets until it found her thigh. He slowly, very slowly, put more pressure onto her leg. She did not wake. He slid his hand across her left thigh and found the egg, then turned it off. Out of curiosity, he let his hand go straight to her vagina. It was damp. Not wet, but damp. She definitely hadn't finished. But he didn't care about her finishing. ********** Francine was having a lovely dream. She was floating about through the stars, seeing many people she knew fly by her. There was the mail man, her parents, her pets, and even Derrick Finster from 1st grade. They were all just happily zooming around the galaxy without a care in the world. Francine thought she'd take a rest on Mars, which was looking particularly pale this evening. More like the moon, really. She arrived at Olympus Mons, and felt the gravity start to take effect. She lied down, and for some reason she could see Earth clearly. Staring at it, she noticed it was shaking. Earth was vibrating intensely, with no explanation. Francine got worried. Her worries grew tenfold when Earth disappeared. Not all at once, but it moved. It kept moving further and further away until it was gone. This is when Mars started to regain its color. Just a little hint of red had returned. Then she felt a raindrop. While she was looking down at the ground as it changed hue, clouds had appeared above, the same color as the planet. A single rain drop had landed on her forehead, and she felt happy again. For about half an hour, she lay there letting single drops of rain hit her forehead. Then a quick burst of drizzling rain fell to her, but slowed down again. In that quick flash, the hue of the clouds and planet had darkened, but returned to the pale orange along with the ebbing rain. Single raindrops resumed. She wanted the drizzling back. She enjoyed the darker color. Then it returned. As it did, she realized that she was holding something. She looked at her hand and saw a lollipop, also the color of Mars. She watched as it grew to a deeper orange, approaching a redder hue. The rain grew heavier, ever so slightly. She took the lollipop to her mouth. She let it sit there for a moment, savoring the sweet taste of it. It sat there on her tongue for some time. While it sat there she thought about the beautiful color of Mars. It had always been this way. When it grew darker, it had still always been that way. Francine felt giddy all of a sudden, having this lollipop. Something made it special. She didn't just want to let the lollipop sit there. The best flavor comes from licking. And that she did. She licked the lollipop while it sat in her mouth. As she did, the rain became more abundant. It had left drizzle and become regular rain. Mars darkened more, and she felt relaxed and satisfied. ********** The man had rubbed his erection against her lips. Lucky for him she was a heavy sleeper, especially when exhausted. He felt the warm breath from her nostrils as he caressed her closed mouth with his large manhood, a trophy he was particularly proud of. Back and forth across her lips. Her head was turned to face him. The positioning seemed so inviting, and he brought the head of his cock to her lips. He applied the slightest pressure, and gradually brought more and more to it. Miraculously, her jaw lowered in a small increment. It was all the man needed. He slid his cock past her lips, forcing her jaw to open more. Her clean and perfect teeth scraped his skin, but he didn't mind. He felt the warmth of her mouth around the whole of his head, and kept it there. He didn't want to risk putting more in just yet. He carefully moved his head in and out, lubricating his penis with her saliva. It was then that he remembered the old dream suggestion trick. She was in a deep sleep, so if he gave some suggestion in her unconscious state, it might affect her dreams and help his case. Now playing at high risks, he spoke. "You just got a lollipop, baby. And now you want it in your mouth. Now let's see how many licks it takes to get to the center." It was a long shot and he knew it, but it was worth a try. His prayers were answered as he felt a little pressure come from her previously stagnant tongue. This sleeping woman was licking the head of his cock and she didn't even know it. He took this as an invitation and ventured further into her mouth. He reached the back of her tongue and stopped there. If he went farther, she'd wake up for sure. The man loved the feeling. Not just of her warmth around his previously neglected dick, but the thought of raping this woman's mouth without her knowing. It was rape. She didn't give consent. She couldn't, she was asleep. And he liked it that way. ********** Something about the whole situation was odd to Francine. The lollipop was too good to be true. It was so sweet and large. It never seemed to get smaller no matter how much she licked it. Mars had become almost blood red and the rain was pouring. She felt in total bliss, but she knew this was unnatural. She held the lollipop in one hand, and was caressing herself with the other. Her own body had never felt so sexy before. It was like a Greek statue all of a sudden. She felt soft and desirable. The rain did nothing to take away from that. In fact, it made her feel sexier. The sexier she felt, the more she went to town on her sweet candy. ********** The man had lost himself gradually. He wasn't really thinking about the changes going on. He was putting less effort into sliding in and out of her mouth because she was putting in more. But he didn't notice. The licking had evolved to swirling and pressing with the tongue, but he didn't notice. He especially didn't notice the slow traveling hand of hers. All he cared about was the utter pleasure he was experiencing. The hand had made its way down to her now dripping vagina. The blowjob was having quite the effect on her, though neither knew of it. Subconsciously she began to satisfy herself, and moaning began. That's when the man noticed. He felt the vibration of her moan and pulled out in a panic. He stepped back in a panic. When she stopped all of her movement, he calmed down. But then she woke up. "Mmmmm... what a dream." She could not see the man in the darkness of her room. Her hand was still on her wetness. "Oh my goodness, I didn't finish. Goddamn it. Where did my egg go?" She got up to go get the lights. While the man still had the cover of darkness, he picked up his jeans. Francine turned the lights on and turned around. The very moment she did, she saw the tall lumbering man before her, charging at her with jeans. She screamed, giving the opportunity for the denim to go to her mouth. The scream was muffled, and the man pulled her back to the bed. He stayed on top of her. She tried fighting back, but it was no use. "Listen, bitch. I was having a little fun with you just a second ago. That got me excited. Looks like you were excited a little bit too. So I'm just going to take your excitement, and my excitement, and have a nice fucking time. No one's going to hear you in this storm, so let's save your vocal cords the trouble. Now I'm going to give you the privilege of having a free mouth. If you scream for help, you lose that privilege. You're mine now, slut." Francine began crying. All the pleasure from her dream had disappeared. Unfortunately her wetness had not. She wanted release, but not like this. The denim came out of her mouth. She considered screaming, but thought better of it. He was right, after all. Nobody could hear her in this storm. "What kind of girl are you?" he said as he roughly grabbed her tits. "Are you a busybody? A hard worker?" "Y-y-yes..." she stammered. "Well right now you're going to be a little sexy actress, okay? You're going to play the part of a whore. You're a whore for me. You love my cock, you worship my cock. Understand?" He gave both her nipples a hard twist and the tears started flowing harder. "Please..." but he only twisted harder. "Okay! I'm s-s-sorry! I'll b-be your whore..." The man picked her up and threw her to the floor. She curled up and he took his shirt off. The door was right in front of her, but she'd lost all hope. She would just have to go through with this. She got up on her knees, still crying and convulsing from fear. His perfectly erect penis stood in front of her. She'd never seen one so large. That scared her too. He waited for her to put her mouth back where it belonged. She opened her mouth slowly, reluctantly. He was getting frustrated. "Come on, play the part. You're my little actress, remember? You're playing a whore. And whores. Love. Cock." On that last word, he grabbed her head and shoved his cock down her throat. She had only taken half its length and she gagged, not having expected it. She could barely keep her mouth open. The quality of the blowjob had greatly decreased, but the eroticism of his control had made it even better. He'd never felt so powerful before. She didn't even scream. He wanted to make her scream, though. A scream of primal orgasmic vigor. But she would have to calm down first. "Touch yourself. Whores love touching themselves." Francine brought her shaking hand down to her sopping vagina. She didn't want to be so wet, but she was. With her index finger she lightly caressed herself, halfheartedly. But it did feel good. She was afraid that if she didn't do well enough, he would get mad and end up hurting her. That was the last thing she wanted. So she kicked it into gear. She kept just the head of his throbbing cock in her mouth for just a moment and caught her breath. She brought her free hand up and began to work his shaft. Then she added a little suction and put her tongue pack into it. This caused a moan to escape the man's lips. Meanwhile, her other hand had two fingers circling around her clit. She wasn't having any mental pleasure, she wanted this to end. But her body was loving every second of it. Her masturbation helped her nerves, and she stopped shaking and crying. The man noticed her increased efforts. For a moment he thought she was enjoying it. So he thought, even if she wasn't, he'd make her enjoy getting raped. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and grabbed her by the throat. He slapped her across the face and get very close. "Do you like sucking cock? Tell me you love it. Shove your fingers in your cunt and tell me how much of a whore you are." He pushed as he let go of her, and she fell to her back. She caught her breath and tried not to let the fear come back. She inserted her index and middle finger into herself and caught a slow rhythm. "I... um..." She couldn't think. But she had to. She had to do this. She returned to her days in high school and brought back memories of her escapades. "I love sucking big cocks like yours. I sit at my desk and work just thinking about it for hours. I wish I could bring you to work and use you as a chair so I could fuck you in front of all my co-workers. I'd fuck you anywhere, baby. On the subway, in Times Square, in Central Park, and especially right her, right now." And then she snapped. The years of sexual dormancy, being alone with nothing but an egg, had boiled up to this point. She was the one getting raped, but she would do the raping. She stood up. "Get the fuck back down there, whore," said the man. He was about to choke her again, but she pushed him onto the bed. She bent down and sucked his cock again to stop any more objections. She got to her knees next to the bed, and while he lost himself in bliss, she reached underneath for the three pairs of handcuffs she hadn't used for years. She looked up, his cock still in her mouth, and saw that his eyes were closed. She stopped sucking, and they remained closed. "Whore, did I say-" in a quick flash, his wrists were cuffed, and both of his feet to each corner of the end of the bed. He was trapped. "Fuck, fuck, no no no no!" He tugged on each pair, but no avail. "You think you can just come in here and rape me?" said Francine, a powerful tone in her voice. "Listen, lady-" "Now I'm going to become one of the few women to rape a man." He was silent. She mounted his chest and scooted up until her cunt was hovering over his face. "Eat it you, bastard." And with that she grinded on his face. The man was never a fan of this, but now he was being forced. Her clit roughly rubbed from his chin up to his nose and back again. She as going crazy on him. All he had to do was stick his tongue out and she did the rest. The hard part was breathing. It didn't seem so bad to the man. It's hard to rape a man, anyway. If she was going to fuck him, so be it. That's what this was all about anyway. But it certainly wouldn't be as fun or as sexy without being in control of it all. Francine couldn't believe how brazen she had become. It was just what she needed at this time in her life, to be the one who decided what happened next. But she was a little busy enjoying the strange sensation of five o'clock shadow on her vagina. Strangely, she liked it. But she liked it more when his tongue came out. "Go ahead, stick your tongue in there." He lightly pushed in, giving halfhearted effort. She grabbed his hair and pulled a little towards her. "I said put your fucking tongue in my pussy!" And so he did. She moaned at the sensation. In her mind, Mars had become a raging hurricane of rose petals. She felt the onset of an unexpected orgasm, and pulled herself off before she reached that point. It wasn't time for the first one yet. It was time to bring things to the next level. She slid herself down his torso, rubbing her warm breasts across his chest, his stomach, and finally around his throbbing dick. She steadied herself on his thighs and teasingly licked his rod. Just when he thought it was about to get good, she gave the skin of his shaft a bite. He shook, not expecting the pain. "Shit, lady!" The Tree by the Window "Shut the fuck up, pig!" She barked at him. She bit again, harder. "You like raping innocent women, pig? You think it's fun?" Bite. "Let me show you how fucking fun it is for the victim." BITE. He screamed in pain. "Oh that's nothing, pig. It gets worse." A hand slid over to his scrotum. She picked a different park of his cock, and as she bit, she twisted the skin of his sack hard. He yelped in pain yet again, jerking under the restraints. "Oh I'm sorry, did that hurt? You see, you jerked me around a little bit, like this!" She tugged as hard as she could on the scrotum, not taking the testicles. "You fucking bitch!" He cursed. "Fucking bitch? Do you want me to be a fucking bitch? Because so far I've just been a regular bitch. We can fix that, pig. But not just yet." She took some of his cock into her mouth, and then flicked one of his testicles. The pain shocked his whole body, causing him to push his hips up, thus pushing his cock deeper down Francine's throat. Her gag reflex had disappeared years ago. His entire length was down her throat, and she couldn't breathe. But it didn't matter just yet. She flicked one more time, but there was nothing further to shove down her throat. The man could not believe it had developed to become reversed. He had suffered worse pain, but none so humiliating. He knew it wasn't over, though. It was far from over. Francine finally got up for breath. "You're quite a man. Physically. Mentally you're just a fucking pig, and I'm going to make you much less of a man in there. Much fucking less." She left the bed and walked out of the room. The man was left to himself. The remnants of the pain clouded his mind. He wasn't thinking about what would happen next, just that he wishes he had stayed in that empty room, or better yet stayed out in that storm. She came back in the room with three things: a lighter, a wax candle, and a blindfold. She put the blindfold on the man, and picked up her little egg. She lit the candle and placed it on the bedside table. Then she put out the flame of the lighter using the man's chest hair, singing it and slightly burning his skin. Francine got tired of his screams, so she found her panties and some duct tape that was lying around and made a gag. She picked the candle back up and let the melting wax drip all over his body. His nipples, his belly, and especially his testicles. The muffled screams did not bother her as much. It actually excited her even more. Almost to the point that she wanted her orgasm. Actually, past that point. "You're going to fuck me now, pig. Just like you wanted. Think you can handle that? Don't lose me now you fucker." She mounted him again and grabbed his cock. She gently jerked it , and rubbed the head against her clit. If it were any other day, she would have teased. But this was about her pleasure and his pain. After only a few seconds of lubricating him with her own juices, she took his whole length inside of her. She moaned loudly right away, having anticipated this moment for some time. She'd never had a cock like his, and never would again. Too bad, it was her favorite. The man would have been enjoying the woman bouncing on top of him. But a few things prevented that. He couldn't see her sexy body for one. Her bouncing tits were unbeknownst to him. Second, the wax was still burning his skin. Third, the gag was very uncomfortable. Fourth, she had made a vice grip on his balls with a free hand reaching behind her. With that hand she roughly manhandled his balls, squeezing just hard enough for the testes to slip past each other with pain. In spite of all this pain, his erection would not die. Only his pride. "Ohhh fuck! If only you hadn't tried to rape me like a sick fuck, you could fuck me all you want. In soooo many - ooh! - ways..." Francine moaned. She dropped her other free hand to her clit and started rubbing. In a few moments, she had the orgasm she'd craved for hours. But she wasn't done. She dismounted and grabbed the candle again. It was time for the last humiliation of this scum of the earth. His legs were spread just wide enough that his anus was visible. "You get to really know the truth about rape now, pig. It's like losing your virginity all over again. But you don't know what it's like for a woman. So let me show you. I'll warn you, it burns, and stretches, and it might even bleed. Enjoy, you FUCKING PRICK!!!" With that, she shoved the still burning candlestick up his anus. It did burn out once entering, but nonetheless, there was a significant length of the candle in his asshole. The bloodcurdling screams emanating from him broke through the gag enough to startle Francine. But she recovered quickly and started to fuck his ass with the candle repeatedly. "This is what it's like, pig, this is what you wanted to do to me!" She started fucking him harder. The wax of the candle was becoming bent with the force of the thrusts and the warmth of his insides. In a short amount of time, the candle broke inside his ass. Francine pulled the half candle out, taking most of the wick with it. But she didn't finish her point yet. Francine came up near his mouth again, taking off the gag and blindfold. When they came off, there were soon blubbering cries coming from the man, Instead of rubbing herself against him, she instead rubbed herself over him. "I'm going to cum, baby. And you're going to take it. Like a bitch. Like a fucking... ooohhh... ahhh!!" And she came again. Her fluids flowed out of her ll over the man's face, mixing with his tears and sweat. Her orgasm subsided and she regained her senses; her anger. "Do you fucking get it now, asshole?" She heard a whimper. "Good. Now it's your turn." She leaned to his cock again and re-lubed it with her saliva. She rushed to the cowgirl position. She started pumping the man in and out of herself and she got closer and closer to his orgasm. The amount of angry passion she had built up clouded all of her judgment. That's why she let him cum inside of her. When it was all over, he was shaking, and she was satisfied. "Have you learned your lesson?" He nodded shamefully. She left again, and came back with a knife. "Now get the fuck out, rapist." She uncuffed the man and started to point him towards the door. She didn't let him get anything he left behind. She just pushed him back into the deadly storm. The Deadly Storm. Then he was gone, without a word. She returned to her bed and passed out, now three times as exhausted. The man was never seen again. Another child never to see his/her father for the first time. A child that grew up living in a room with a tree by the window. The Tree House My story starts on a Saturday last April, a month after my wife, Judy, and I had moved into our new home. Judy is a department manager in a large department store and often has to work nights and weekends. This particular Saturday she had gone in at noon and had to work till 8:00 that evening. It was a beautiful spring day and I had decided to do some work around our yard. This was the first nice weekend we had since we moved in the house so it was the first chance I had to mow the lawn and clean up the debris from winter. Our house is in a suburban area that was developed about ten years ago. All of the houses on our side of the street have large back yards that slant down away from the houses and end in a wooded area that starts about 200 feet back from the houses. Our house sits on the apex of a curve in the road and the backs of the other houses around us all angle slightly toward our property. At the back of our lot there is a very large tree in which the previous owner had built a tree house. The tree house consisted of a platform about six feet by six feet which was at least twenty-five feet above the ground. There was a low wall around the outside of the platform (about two feet high) cut and trimmed to look like an old western fort. Access to the tree house was via a ladder built against the tree. My wife and I don't have any children so I didn't have any immediate need for the tree house, but it looked well built and sturdy so I was reluctant to tear it down. I decided that I had better climb up into the tree house to make sure it was safe in case any of the neighborhood children climbed up into the tree house because if anyone got hurt I would be liable. As I climbed up the ladder I pulled hard on each rung to make sure they were strong enough to hold my weight. When I reached the platform I saw that it indeed was very well constructed. I didn't need to worry about it collapsing. I hadn't realized how high up I was until I stood up on the platform and looked around. I was actually standing a little higher than the level of the second floors of the houses in the neighborhood. I had just decided that the structure was safe enough that I didn't have to worry about tearing it down for a while and I was getting ready to climb back down when I noticed that from where I was standing I could see into the bedroom windows of at least six houses including my own. As I was swung my head around to look at each house individually I spotted movement in one of the windows. It was the bedroom window of the house that was two houses to the right of mine. Being that I was at least 200 feet away from the house and that it was a bright sunny day my view into the window was not very clear but I could make out that a woman was cleaning the bedroom. Although I couldn't clearly see her face I knew who it was. I had met her when we first moved in. Her name was Carla. She was my age, 25, and quite attractive. Actually the whole neighborhood was made up of couples in the mid twenties to mid thirties. I don't now why but I kept staring at Carla for a long while, then finally I decided I had better get down before someone saw me and began to wonder what I was doing up there. After that I finished up my work and went into the house to shower and get something to eat. Later as I sat watching television I thought about seeing Carla and it made me think of an old fantasy of mine. When I was about twelve and just starting to get interested in girls I use to here some of the other boys talk about sneaking a peak at there sister when she was getting out of the shower or peeking in a neighbor's window and seeing the girl next door naked. As we got older the stories got bolder. I remembered stories about guys in high school climbing a tree outside a college sorority house and watching the girls take showers. I don't know if any of those stories were true, but I had always wanted them to be and I had wanted to be one of the guys looking in on the naked girls. Now after all these years I was thinking about peeking again. I thought it would be so easy. I could just go up into the tree house after dark and watch the windows and see what I could see. Then I thought, "I can't do that." If I got caught it would be totally humiliating. I gave up the idea and concentrated on the movie I was watching. Judy came home at 8:30 that evening and said that she was exhausted. She made herself a sandwich and joined me in front of the TV. By 9:15 Judy was beginning to fall asleep so I told her she should go up to bed and I would locked up and be up after I watched a movie I wanted to see. Judy went up to bed and I went into the kitchen and put her dish in the sink and took the trash out to the trashcan behind the house. When I walked outside I was amazed at how pleasant a night it was. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and there was no moon so I could see millions of stars. I walked out into the yard and looked up at the sky again. I was just enjoying the beauty. As I looked back down I noticed that there were lights on in the bedrooms of four of the six houses. I suddenly thought of the tree house and turned to look at it. Funny thing was I couldn't see it. If I didn't know it was there I would never have spotted it. I decided right then that I had to try it. I had to see if I could catch any interesting activity in any of the houses. I went back into my house and went up to my bedroom. I looked out the window just to be sure that the tree house couldn't be seen from inside the house then I went into my closet and got out a dark sweatshirt and went back downstairs. In the hall closet I found the powerful hunting binoculars I had purchased a couple of years earlier. I also found a navy blue baseball cap. I put on the sweatshirt and the cap and turned off the downstairs lights and slipped out the back door. I had a knot in my stomach but I was also excited. I listened to see if I could hear anyone outside. I heard nothing but the wind in the trees. I ran quickly and quietly through the back yard, which wasn't easy as I couldn't see very well and I still wasn't real familiar with the terrain in my yard. I found the ladder and carefully began to climb up to the tree house. I was very nervous now. It was so dark under the canopy of the tree that I could just barely see the rungs of the ladder and I was sure I would fall. When I finally made it onto the platform I was out of breath and trembling a little so it was difficult for me to hold the binoculars steady. After a while I settled down and I found that by sitting on the floor of the tree house I could lean the binoculars on the wall and steady them. I began scanning the houses back and forth but saw nothing. Three of the houses had lights on in the bedrooms but one of them had the drapes closed and no one was in the other two bedrooms. Of course the lights were off in my house. Only one other house had some light coming from the bedroom but it wasn't from a light fixture. I realized that it was a TV in the bedroom. I could just make out the silhouette of a man lying on the bed watching TV. Nothing doing there. I scanned back to the other houses, still no activity. When I came back to the house with the guy watching TV, I saw a woman enter the bedroom. I knew who this couple was but I had never met them. Their names were Cal and Barb. Barb stopped next to the bed and I could see that she was talking to Cal, and then she turned and walked into the bathroom. As she entered the bathroom she turned on the lights. All of the houses in the neighborhood were built buy the same builder and they were all laid out basically the same way, and they all had the same lighting in the bathrooms. All of the bathrooms had a large mirror that took up most of one wall. The lights ran all along the top of the mirror like the lights in a dressing room of a theater. Between the eight light bulbs and the large mirror they put out a lot of light. This helped my view a good deal. When Barb went into the bathroom she turned to the right which meant that she was headed for the toilet because that was the only thing on that side of the room. A minute later Barb appeared in the bathroom door. She was standing there wearing a blouse and her panties. She had removed her slacks and was now carrying them over her arm. She was talking to Cal again. Next Barb disappeared to the left where the closet would be and came back without the slacks but still wearing the blouse and panties. She stood in the door talking and began to unbutton her blouse and as she did this I began to get an erection. When she had finished unbuttoning the blouse she removed it and went toward the closet again. She came right back without the blouse and again started talking. As she was talking she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra and as she slid the straps off her shoulders I felt my mouth go dry in anticipation. When she removed the bra I saw two beautiful, firm breasts with the kind of nipples you just want to suck on all night long. This time she didn't move from the door. She just tossed the bra to her right and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began to slide them down. As she bent down to remove her panties her body blocked my view of her pussy so when she straightened up it was kind of like an unveiling. She had a narrow straight line of pubic hair that started about three inches above her pussy and ended right at the top of her pussy. All of the other hair had been shaved off. Even though I like a hairy pussy I found Barb to be a beauty and I knew that was true because my cock was telling me it was. Bard stood naked in the door for about five minutes then disappeared to the left into the closet. When she came back out she was wearing a nightgown. Nothing sexy just something to sleep in. Then she turned off the light and got into bed. I couldn't believe it, here I was sitting out in a tree house with no hope of even touching Barb and I had a raging hard on and Cal who was laying not more than ten feet from where she was just standing naked and he didn't even touch her when she got into bed. That was the end of the show from Barb and Cal's house. I began scanning the other houses again. The lights had been turned off in another of the bedrooms. Now only two rooms remained lit but one of those was the one with the drapes closed. The bedroom with the lights on and drapes open belong to Joe and Kathy. We had met them a few times but didn't really know them. I sat staring at Joe and Kathy's window, waiting to see if anything would happen. After about a half hour I was ready to give up and go back to the house. Just as I was starting to get up I saw Kathy enter the bedroom followed by Joe. As they came into the room Joe reached out and pinched, or did something I couldn't quit see, to Kathy's ass causing her to jump and spin around to face him. Now I had the binoculars in place and could see that they were both laughing. Then Kathy put her arms around Joe's neck and gave him a kiss that looked as if it would curl his toes. As the kiss ended Joe grabbed the bottom of the sweater Kathy was wearing and in one motion he pull it off over her head. Kathy was not wearing a bra. She had small but firm; beautifully shaped breasts and Joe's mouth went straight to them. From the look on Kathy's face I could tell she was enjoying having her breasts sucked. She had her hands behind Joe's head pulling him against her. When Joe pulled his head away from Kathy's breasts he dropped to his knees in front of her and he reached up underneath her skirt and pulled her panty hose down. Kathy lifted her feet to help Joe remove them. Once he had the panty hose off Joe again reached under Kathy's skirt and pulled her panties off. Kathy stepped out of her panties and then lifted the front of her skirt, exposing a full triangle of dark hair and Joe immediately buried his face in it. As Joe worked on Kathy's pussy I could see that Kathy was rapidly approaching an orgasm. As she reached her climax she bent forward and put her hands on Joe's shoulders and started humping Joe's face with her pussy. When it appeared that her orgasm had ended, Joe got to his feet and picked Kathy up and carried her to the bed where he dropped her on her back. As she lay there Joe quickly removed his clothes and as soon as he was naked he walked over to the bed and stood so that his cock was hanging very close to Kathy's face. Kathy reached out and wrapped her right hand around his cock and began to slowly stoke it up and down. After about a minute of this Kathy pulled Joe's cock to her mouth and stuck her tongue out and just licked the tip of it. She did this again and again increasing both speed and area covered until finally she just sucked Joe's engorged cock completely into her mouth. It looked as thought she was trying to swallow the whole thing and Joe began slipping his cock in and out of Kathy's mouth. He would pull it almost all of the way out and then push it in as far as he could. This went on for about five minutes until Joe pulled his cock out of Kathy's mouth and bent down and gave her a deep tongue kiss. After that Joe climbed on the bed and on top of her. Then he reached between their bodies and took hold of his cock and guided it into Kathy's pussy. Once inside, Joe began pumping his stiff cock in and out of Kathy as fast as he could move. He continued at this rapid pace for about five minutes and Kathy started bucking up to meet his thrusts and from the look on her face she had begun at least her second orgasm of the night. Almost immediately after that Joe stiffened up and began pumping his hot load deep inside Kathy's pussy. Joe and Kathy hugged kissed and cuddled for a little while afterward then Joe rolled over to his side of the bed and Kathy got up and went into the bathroom. She came back into the bedroom about ten minutes later with a nightgown on. Then she turned off the lights. Now I was left sitting in the dark with a raging hard on and everyone else seemed to have go to bed. There was only one thing left for me to do...I pulled out my cock and jerked off. After recovering from my orgasm I started to get up to leave and I put my hand into the puddle of cum I hand just unloaded. As I stood up I tried to wipe my hand off on the wall of the tree house and I got a splinter in my hand. Without thinking, as if by reflex, I brought my injured hand to my mouth to try to remove the splinter. I didn't get the splinter but I did smear my own cum all over my face and got some in my mouth too. While I was trying to spit out the taste of cum from my mouth I stepped in the puddle of cum on the tree house floor and my foot slipped out from under me causing me to fall, landing on my ass in what was left of the cum on the floor. Now I had cum on my face, my hand and my ass, and in addition I had a splinter in the heal of my right hand. I made a decision right then. No more jerking off in the tree house. After all that I carefully climbed down from the tree and headed back to the house. Later, after I had washed my face, changed my pants and removed the splinter from my hand, I reviewed the events of the evening. The only thing I found myself regretting was that I had no record of the things I had seen. I decided that I would take my position in the tree house again next weekend and this time I would take my video camera with me to record the action. As luck would have it, it rained all the next weekend and Judy and I went away the following weekend. So three weeks went by before I could go back out to the tree house. When I finally did I didn't get to see much. I saw Barb getting undressed and I caught another female neighbor that I don't know coming naked from the bathroom and getting dressed in sexy underwear and a really hot outfit. That was it. And later when I watched the video I had recorded I was even more disappointed. The zoom on my video camera just wasn't powerful enough to get a good view of anything. I decided I needed a video camera with at least as much magnification as my binoculars. The following week I went to the biggest electronics store in the area and went to their video department. I told the clerk that I wanted a camera with a very powerful zoom lens because my hobby was videotaping animals in the wild and with the camera I had I couldn't get close enough to get the pictures I wanted and if I tried to get closer I would end up scarring the animal away. The clerk tried to be helpful, but none of the home video equipment they had, had the kind of power I needed. After while the department manager came over and introduced himself as John and asked if there was a problem. I told him what I was looking for and he nodded his head and thought about it for a minute. Then he said that no one made a camera like the one I wanted for home use. What I was looking for was a commercial camera. I ask him if they had any and he took me into a back room of the store. John said, "We don't have these on the show room floor because we don't want people playing with them as these cameras are very expensive. These are the cameras TV news crews use to shoot on location. The difference with these cameras is that they use 3/4 inch tape instead of 1/2 VHS format. Although you can plug this camera into you VCR at home and copy the 3/4 inch tape to VHS." I asked how much these cameras were. John told me that they start at $7000 and go up, some sell for as much as $25,000. I was a little shocked. I figured I would have to pay over $1000 and I was willing to go as high as $2000 but these cameras were totally out of my price range. I told John that I couldn't come close to those prices and thanked him for his time. As I was getting ready to leave John stopped me and said, "I have a camera that is about 5 years old and was damaged in an accident. The company that owned it sent it in for an estimate to have it fixed then found out that they could get a new one with there insurance settlement so they left it with us. When I looked it over I found that most of the damage to the camera was cosmetic and that I was able to fix the camera quite easily. I didn't fix the camera case so it isn't pretty but it works fine and I think it's just what you are looking for. I could let it go for $1500. You interested?" I said that I was interested and asked to see it. The manager brought the camera out to me and said with this camera you could zoom in on someone 200 yards away and count his or her eye lashes. We took the camera outside the store and I pointed it down the street to a parking lot about two blocks away. When I zoomed in all the way I could see the color of peoples eyes. When we went back into the store we played back the tape we just made and the picture was sharper than any VHS video camera I had ever seen. I bought it. I couldn't wait to try it out in the tree house. Unfortunately I was running into problems getting an opportunity to use the camera. Judy's work schedule wasn't cooperating. She was working mostly days when she had to work on a weekend and when she did work evenings she wasn't cooperating by falling asleep early. Then it was late spring going into summer so the days were long and on the weekends the neighbors were sitting out on their decks and patios. I did manage to get out to the tree house occasionally and when I did the camera was incredible. The video images I was able to record were almost as good as being there. Actually, in some cases it was better because I could sit in the comfort of my own home to watch them. The only down side was that what I was taping was mostly just the different women of the neighborhood in the nude. I had only three occasions to record any of my neighbors having sex and only one of those sessions was hot. By the end of the summer I had managed to see every woman in the neighborhood naked at one time or another. I had even recorded my wife undressing one night when she thought I was out for the evening with friends from work. That was the excuse I started using so that I could sneak out to the tree house with my camera. The Tree House The Tree House My thanks to Chastity420 who suggested that I turn this real life adventure into a story. Every year on May 1, my wife and I put the kids to bed, pour ourselves a strong drink, or two, and then recite our favorite poem: Hooray! Hooray! It’s the first of May. Outdoor fucking begins today! I learned this poem many years ago from a book by the humorist Allan Sherman and ever since we’ve recited it together on May 1—and if the weather’s good, we act on the imperatives of the verse. This past weekend, the weather was perfect, and so out we went. Our house is in a suburban subdivision, but it’s an older neighborhood and so the houses have large lots, mature trees, and the yards are at least somewhat private. We have an entire acre of land behind the house and about half way down the yard is a tree house I built for our children years ago. It has two levels, but no roof—just a latticework wall that is about three feet high to keep the kids from falling out. It sits in a couple of trees right up against our neighbors’ fence and has a commanding view of the backyards on either side of us—which means, of course, that anyone in those yards can see the tree house as well. For the past couple of years we’ve joked about doing our annual outdoor fuck in the tree house, but it’s either been raining, or we had company, or something else prevented us from climbing up for a little fun. This year, though, we had no excuses—the weather was perfect, the kids were asleep, and we were getting buzzed as we worked our way into a second bottle of wine. So, at around 10:00 p.m., I said to my wife, “Okay Sarah, time for our annual rite of spring.” She smiled at me, raised her glass, and we said our poem. “I think this is our year for the tree house,” I said. She pondered this for a second and then her wicked side took over and she smiled broadly and said, “You know, I think it is. Let’s go.” I stood, she stood, and we kissed for a minute, our hands wandering over one another, following the familiar paths we’ve established in our 20 years together. Sarah is a very beautiful woman—almost six feet tall, a redhead, with a curvy body, perfect breasts and an ass that makes men stop, stare, and wonder how a woman in her forties can look so good. Like me, she’s a horny thing and loves to push the envelope of what we can get away with, especially if a little bit of exhibitionism might be involved. Over the years we’ve made love in front of our hotel windows many times, putting on a show for those who care to watch. We’ve masturbated one another on the interstate, giving truckers and eye-full, and we’ve had sex on picnic tables in parks (at night, of course), on rocky outcroppings along the Appalachian Trail, on the beach, in suburban hot tubs at 3:00 a.m., and once against a tree in the middle of an almost full campground. The thrill of possibly being seen adds tremendously to the excitement of the sex. But we’ve never risked exposing ourselves to our immediate neighbors. After all, we have to live with them for a long time to come. That didn’t stop us this time. As we kissed and fondled one another there in the living room, my cock began to rise to attention. Feeling my hardness pressed against her leg, Sarah began to stroke me through my pants. “Mmmm,” she murmured. “I think someone’s ready.” “Given how hard your nipples are,” I replied, “I think you are too.” “Follow me,” she whispered, already getting into the thrill of the thing. We tiptoed through the kitchen, out our back door, and onto our patio. We both pulled up short, because the neighbors on the tree house side of our yard were having a party and several people were out on their patio, drinking, laughing, and smoking. Our yard is just screened off enough from them that in the dark, they wouldn’t see us unless they were looking right at us, so I took Sarah’s hand and we flitted from bush to tree to tree until we were at the base of the tree that supported the main part of the tree house. At this point we were both giggling like fiends and had to get ourselves under control—we definitely didn’t want our neighbors’ friends to hear us. The moon was about one-third full, so there was just enough light in the yard for us to see one another, but not so much to expose us easily. Still, if they looked carefully, they would certainly be able to see us. I pressed Sarah up against the tree and started fondling her tits through her sweater. Her nipples are very long and get very, very hard, especially when there is a certain amount of danger involved. She moaned as I twisted them through the material of her sweater—her tits are small enough that she often doesn’t wear a bra at home. Both of her hands dropped to my crotch and she began to stroke my cock again, bringing me back to the full hardness I’d lost as we skulked across the yard. Then her fingers found my zipper and before I knew it, my cock was out in the cool evening air, exposed to anyone who might look my way. You can have sex inside all you want, but there is nothing like the feeling of your cock out in the open air, being stroked by a woman of immense talent. Of course, from where we were standing, no one could see us, but the fact that I had my cock out of my pants in my back yard, with 10 or 12 people less than 30 feet from me, made it very difficult not to shoot right then and there. Already my breathing was labored and Sarah was panting as well. She unbuckled my pants, dropped them to my feet and fell to her knees before me. My cock was instantly engulfed in her mouth, sending shock waves up my spine and making my eyes roll back in my head. I arched my back and pressed myself deeper into her mouth as she sucked me just the way I like—very hard on the head, with her tongue rolling circles around the sensitive tip. I’ve had blowjobs from many different women over the years, but not one of them could hold a candle to Sarah. Not only is she incredibly good—she loves giving head and it really shows in the passion she brings to it. Before long she was riding her mouth up and down my shaft, one hand cupping my balls, as the other clamped on the base of my cock to hold back any orgasm I might try to spring on her. I would have been perfectly happy to cum just like that, but I had other plans—plans involving the tree house. So, I pushed her head away—with great reluctance, I might add—and pulled her back to a standing position. Taking the hem of her sweater in my hands, I raised it over her head, exposing her perfect white tits to the night. Then I unsnapped her pants, unzipped them, the two of us did the de-pants dance, wriggling out of our jeans, trying not to fall down. In seconds, we were both completely naked. Off in the other yard, someone must have told a joke, because the crowd broke up in laughter. “Up!” I whispered, pointing to the rungs of the ladder that are nailed into the tree. She nodded and began to climb. Watching her white moon of an ass rise above the ground in the darkness was quite a sight. Once she’d disappeared through the trap door in the floor, I followed, my hard cock waving in the darkness. When I poked my head through the hole in the floor, I was greeted by her cunt, splayed before me, her legs on either side of the hole in the floor. I’m a quick study, so I knew just what to do—and I leaned forward and began to eat her—the rest of my body suspended on the ladder below the floor of the tree house. Sarah has very prominent outer lips and as they always are when she’s very excited, they were very swollen. Looking at them in the dim moonlight, I marveled at what a sexy woman my wife is—and then went to work. First I took each of her outer lips into my mouth and sucked, drawing as much of the lip into my mouth as I could. She moaned lightly at this, but it was a “whisper moan,” audible only to me. Then I began licking from the base of her cunt to her clit—long, languid strokes of my tongue that just barely touched her clit, which was already hard and prominent. “Open yourself up,” I whispered. My arms were still beneath the tree house, so I needed her to help me out. Sarah placed a hand on either side of her cunt and pressed her lips wide, making her clit stand up and out. I immediately dove onto it, sucking it into my mouth hard. Just as I love my cock sucked hard, Sarah loves her clit to be sucked very hard. My tongue was working on it, lashing back and forth across the nub of her desire as I tried my best to draw then entire thing into my mouth. She began to writhe on the floor of the tree house and moan a bit louder. Again, a burst of laughter rolled over us from the yard next door and we both froze involuntarily. It occurred to me that I was very exposed there, my body suspended below the tree house—Sarah was largely invisible, screened off by the latticework, but not me. The thought that someone might be watching me right now, staring at my cock as I ate my wife made me that much harder. So hard, in fact, that I had to fuck Sarah. I released her clit from the grasp of my mouth and climbed the rest of the way into the tree house. She scooted herself away from the entrance hole to let me in, and then rolled over onto her hands and knees, raising her ass in front of me. She knows full well that I can’t resist her when she wants to be fucked like this. Grabbing her ass in both hands, I split her cheeks apart, slid the head of my now steel hard cock down her crack and when I felt the warmth of her wetness, plunged myself all the way into her cunt. She grunted as I bottomed out inside her and began to whisper, “Fuck me baby, fuck me baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Her passion, my need, and the proximity of our neighbors drove me into a frenzy, and I began to fuck her hard, slamming myself into her, both hands pulling her hips toward me with each stroke. Suddenly she slapped my right hand to get me to stop. “Shit, Allan! Stop that!” she ordered in a stage whisper. “Can’t you hear how loud that is?” Jesus Christ! I’d gotten so worked up I’d forgotten how loud that kind of fucking can be. It was very quiet over in the neighbors’ yard. Had they heard us? Were they looking around to see where those fucking sounds came from? All at once, the conversation from next door resumed. Whew! More carefully and much more quietly, I began to stroke into Sarah from behind, savoring each sensation as my cock slid out, out, out, until just those large and swollen outer lips held it in their embrace, then in, the rim of the head forcing its way through the folds inside her, until my balls were pressed hard against her. I could feel her fingers working hard on her clit and knew that she would cum soon. As she began to tighten inside, the pressure on the head of my cock increased. When you’ve been fucking each other for 20 years, you know exactly when the other person is close and Sarah and I are masters at cumming together. As my balls began to tighten, the rhythm of her fingers on her clit increased. “Close. Close. Close!” I moaned as softly as I could. “Cum baby,” she whispered urgently. “Cum with me now!” Feeling her cunt beginning to contract around my cock was all I needed and I sank as far into her as I could go, spurting semen deep inside her—once, twice, three times—her fingers working wildly over her clit. Both of us had our teeth clenched, forcing all orgasmic noises back down our throats. Finally, my spurting stopped. Her contractions began to fade. Then her knees gave way and we were suddenly laying there on the floor of the tree house, my softening cock inside her, listening to the conversations next door, to the insects and the tree frogs. “Whew,” she said. “That was amazing.” “Yes,” I agreed. “You are an amazing fuck.” “Now that we know how nice this place is, we’ll have to visit again, don’t you think?” she asked. “Would tomorrow night be too soon?” I replied. The Tree House The path was overgrown. What once was a clear trail was now weed choked. The forest had reclaimed it. Chad sighed as he picked his way through the tangled mess. It had been eight years since he had last been here. He found it hard to believe that the path had disappeared so fast. Fleeting like his childhood had been. From behind him came a crash and several curses. Shaking his head Chad turned to regard his twin sister Chrissie. He had hoped to sneak away to the old fort that him and an old friend, Jason, had built when they were eight. Well that their fathers had built for them. They had spent two years in that tree house fort, and Chad had wanted to relive his memories alone. Unfortunately his sister had other ideas. "Why the hell did you guys have to have this thing built way out here in B.F.E. for, anyways?" Chrissie bitched. Chrissie was always bitching it seemed to Chad. She was developing into one of those type of girls. As she worked her way out of the bramble patch she had blindly stepped into, he shook his head at her chose of clothing. Where he had worn blue jeans and an old t-shirt, she had on a thin baby blue halter top, white shorts that were way too short exposing most of her long legs to the brambles, and weeds of the path, and white tinnies shoes. She had a ball cap on her head with her hair pulled through the back of it in a pony tail. He had to admit though, that she did look nice in that outfit. Though they were damn near identical, there were some differences. While they both had blond hair, his was shaggy and cut short, while hers was long and smooth as silk. His face was rough, and sharp as if cut from granite, while hers had smoother, and softer features. They were both tall, though he stood two inches higher the she did. All in all, she got the better deal he thought. "You didn't have to come," Chad replied as he pushed a branch out of his way. "Hell, I didn't even want you to come anyways." "Oh right, like I was going to hang around those two the whole afternoon," she spat back. "All they ever talk about is business anymore. My god it gets old," she griped as she pulled yet another branch that had gotten snagged on her shirt away. Their parents were software geniuses and were always discussing work. "It may be boring to you, but you wouldn't have all those outfits you would die without, or that new car they are getting you tomorrow," Chad said over his shoulder to her. "Thats true I suppose," Chrissie agreed. Their eighteenth birthday was today, and Chrissie was very exited about that, or at least she was exited about the car she was going to get tomorrow. Chad on the other hand wished that their birthday wouldn't come, for that was when he would be sent away. Away from his family, friends, his life, and his sister. Chad's parents had decided to send him to an all boys privet school in England. Though he would be able to return for some holidays, he would be gone the greater part of four years. The school would train him to be an adult, to enter the world. Basically that meant his childhood was over. Thus the reason for this trip. He wanted to come visit the spot where his favorite childhood memories were. The tree house fort. "Hey, is that it, Chad?" Chrissie asked. Chad looked up in surprise. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't realized how far they had gone. He recognized the spot right off. The tree was thicker and taller than the other trees near-by. Boards had been nailed onto the tree bark at two foot intervals. Up into the branches he could just make out the bottom of the old tree fort. "Yeah, thats it alright," he smiled. He stood there just looking up into the branches as his memory replayed hours upon hours of war games, and pirate games Jason and he had played as kids. How he would give anything to go back to those days. "Well, we going up?" Chrissie asked as she went to the tree. "Hold up, Chris," Chad said. "Let me go first. I want to make sure it hasn't rotted through before you try it." Chrissie gave him an odd look, but stepped back. "What ever you want, Chad." Chad reached out both hands to grip the bottom board, and tugged experimentally on it. It seemed to be sound. "Well, here goes nothing," he said. Taking a deep breath, he started climbing the wooden steps, testing each one carefully. If they could hold his weight, then they would easily hold his sisters. He then reached the trap door at the bottom of the fort. He pushed it open and climbed inside. He was disappointed in the discovery of how small it was now. It also wasn't nearly as grand as he remembered it to be. "I guess you really can't go back," he said to himself. "Hey up there. Can I come up?" a voice drifted up through the trap door. "One sec," he shouted back. He proceeded to walk the floor, stomping here and there to check for rot. He felt a sense of pride. The fort was still sound. "It's safe. Come on up" Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Chrissie's head popped into view. He hated to say it, but damn that girl could climb. "It's a lot smaller than I thought it would be," she said. Chad suppressed the urge to cuss her and replied "Well, it was built when I was a lot smaller, but yeah. It is small in here." Chad went to the far corner of the fort, and pressed up on a section of the ceiling exposing another opening to the roof. Holding onto the sides he pulled himself up through the opening. He then felt relief. The view was just as spectacular as he remembered it to be. The branches where thinner up here allowing for quite the view. "A hand please," Chrissie's voice came from below. Chad turned and helped pull her through the opening. Chrissie's face was filled with awe. She looked this way and that and finally said "WOW!" Chad agreed with her there. "Jason and I use to lay for hours up here when we weren't playing war games or what not. Sometimes we pretended to be spies, or we would just look at the clouds. Once there was a bird's nest on that branch there," Chad pointed to a branch off to the side. "We loved watching the young birds trying to fly." Chad stood looking around for a moment letting the memories cover him, then he took off his shirt and laid down on the roof using the shirt as a pillow. As he looked up at the clouds above, Chrissie sat down beside him. "It is so peaceful up here," she said quietly. "Thank you for showing it to me." "Your welcome," he replied glossing over the fact he didn't have a choice in the matter. If the truth be told, he was glad she came. They had very little time left before he would leave and he did want to spend as much of it with her as he could. Lately it has almost been painful when he was away from her. "I am going to miss you sis," he finally said. He heard her inhale sharply. "You mean that?" she asked. "I thought you hated me following you around." Chad closed his eyes and smiled. "Sometime it bugs me, but I do want to spend some time with you before I go. I have never been that far from you before, and I guess it scares me a little." He heard her lie down beside him. "Yeah, it scares me a little too," she said. Then with a cry she threw herself on him hugging him close. "I am going to miss you also. It isn't fair, separating us like this." Chad put his arms around her holding her close as he felt her sobbing. It took him a minute to realize that something was odd. He opened his eyes to see that she had removed her top, and was wearing only her bra. Quickly sitting up, he pulled himself away from his sister. "Where the hell's your shirt?" he yelled. Startled by his reaction, Chrissie stopped crying. "What the hell is your problem. You took you shirt off, and I wanted to feel the breeze, and sun up here also." "But your a girl," Chad stammered. He had seen his sister in a bra before, but it had been awhile, and there was a lot more in that bra now then there had been back then. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of those rising mounds that the bra barley seemed to contain. How had he never noticed how big those things were. They looked so smooth, and perky. He started wondering what they felt like, and felt a movement in his pants. "She is you sister, you pervert!" he thought to himself. "So what," she replied back. "I am wearing a bra, and that is basically what a bikini is." "There is a huge difference between a bikini top, and a bra," Chad answered. "A bra is way sexier for one." Suddenly realizing what he said he started blushing, and the twitching in his pants became stronger. He was shocked that he could become aroused by his own sister. "Oh, so you think I am sexy now?" she asked. "Thats not what I meant," Chad hastily replied. "I just meant that you shouldn't be around boys in your bra." Chrissie got a sly gleam in her eyes that Chad recognized. Since they were children, they have always been competitive with each other. Always trying to out do, or embarrass the other. Chrissie reached behind her and quickly unclasped her bra allowing it to fall free from her chest. Chad felt his heart start pounding as he looked at the first real live boobs he had ever seen. They were more than his hands could cover and each had a little nipple that seemed to be begging to be suckled. Feeling a full blown erection in his pants, Chad quickly turned his back to his sister. "Stop it, Chrissie," he demanded. "This is so wrong." "Why?" she asked. "Are you afraid of me?" she teased. Chad had to fight hard to suppress the urge to answer that challenge, and said "It's not that. It's just wrong for me to have thoughts like that about you." Chrissie blinked. "What thoughts?" she asked. Then as if realizing what was going on in his head she started blushing. Quickly covering her boobs with an arm she spat out at him "Thats sick. Don't you dare think shit like that." "Like I can help it. When I see someone beautiful, and sexy, my body just reacts." he spat right back. "It's not like I want to think of you like that. I mean hell, we are siblings, and more then that we are twins. Hell, we are one person. We share the same soul." From behind him, Chad heard a gasp, and suddenly Chrissie was hugging him. He could feel her breast pressed into his back, and her nipples, hard as rocks, digging into him. He started to struggle to get away when he realized she was crying. "Chrissie, whats the matter?" he asked in shock. He felt her just shake her head, and keep crying. "It's just that I didn't realize that you felt the same way I did," she sobbed. Turning around in her arms, Chad held her against his chest, while his hands massaged her back. He knew now that he cared for his sister a great deal. He concentrated, and made his hard on deflate. After a few moments Chrissie's sobs lessened. Pulling back from him, she rose to her knees, bringing her breast to eye level. Then with a smirk asked, "Still scared of me, bro?" This time Chad decided to answer that challenge. With a smirk mimicking hers, he reached out his hand with his index finger bent into his thumb, and gently, flicked her nipple. With wide eyes, Chrissie pulled back, moaning an "Ouch, that hurt." Then with a naughty look she challenged him again. "Kiss it and make it better." Then to add insult, said, "Or do you not have the balls?" Chad could never resist a direct dare, so just as she had intended, he instantly moved his head forward, and pressed his lips to her nipple. His lips had never felt anything like that before. His penis went back to full mast as his lips parted in the kiss, and his tongue flicked out to brush over her nipple. As he pulled back he felt her shudder. He stared at her breast in wonderment. Then his eyes turned upward to stare into hers. In her eyes he saw pure love. She had her hands on either side of his head, caressing his face, then she firmly pulled him back to her breast. He went willingly. As his lips covered he nipple again, and his tongue played over the hard nubbin, his hands slid up her smooth legs. Reaching her loose shorts, he slid his hands through the leg holes to cup her butt cheeks. She pressed her body against him with her legs on either side, rubbing her crotch on him. Encouraged by her moans of pleasure, Chad moved his mouth to show her other nipple some attention, while he brought one hand up to cup the breast his mouth had just left. Chrissie finally pulled his head back from her breast, and looked down into his eyes. Chad noted that she had removed her ball cap at some point, and her golden hair hung down around her face, framing it like a halo. She then lowered her lips to his. Their lips meeting sent shock wave through both the young siblings. As one they parted their lips, and their tongues danced with each other. Chad had one hand on the back of Chrissie's head, and his other on took hold of her waist, and pulled her into his lap. As her crotch came into contact with his erection she tensed, then relaxed, and pressed herself more firmly onto him. Their kiss which started out as gently, light caresses, soon became more passionate, more desperate. As one of Chad's hands kneaded Chrissie's back, his other one had firm hold on her ass, rocking her against his cock. Suddenly Chrissie pulled back, and climbed out of Chads lap. Chad started to ask what was wrong, when Chrissie, with a smile, put a finger to his lips. The she reached for her shorts and started to pull them off. Chad, taking the hint, quickly kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his pants. Soon they were both naked. Chads eyes were fixed on Chrissie's mound. She had kept most of it shaved, leaving only a small triangle of golden hair above her slit. Chrissie's eyes were glued to Chads penis, her eyes wide at the size of it. It was a good seven inches long, and thick enough that she knew her hand wouldn't fit around it. As Chrissie started to climb back into Chads lap, he stopped her. "Lie down on you back," he told her. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but did as he asked. She laid down on her back with her legs bent at the knee. Chad got down in front of her and was stunned by her. Her hair displayed her angel face like a frame, her firm breast pointing proudly into the air, and her smooth flat stomach. He pulled her legs apart and gazed at her woman hood. Her pussy lips were swollen and spread open like a flower. He slowly caressed her thighs, then slid a finger down her slit. Chrissie arched her back and mewed in pleasure. Chad pushed one of his fingers in to her, feeling her vaginal walls engulfing it. When he got to the first knuckle, he pulled it out. He brought the finger to his nose and sniffed her husky odor. He then stuck the finger in his mouth, tasting he for the first time. His penis felt like it was going to explode. He then cupped her cunt with his hand and squeezed it. Then he brought his face closer and slid his tongue up, and down her slit. Chrissie, going mad with pleasure, reached down to clutch at his head, and force his face into her mound. Chad thrust his tongue into her cleft, and tongue fucked her. Chrissie had her legs over his shoulders holding him in place, and was kneading her breast. She squeezed and twisted her nipples, as moans escaped her. She felt something building up inside her. Chad found a swollen little button, and though he had never seen one, or knew what it was called, he instinctively knew that this was her joy button. He ran his tongue in circles around her clitoris, then thrust it back into her pussy, as his finger started massaging her clitoris. Chrissie arched her back so that only her ass and the back of her head was still touching the roof of the fort, and came. She came again, and again, before feeling it subside. Chad lapped it all up. "Okay, thats enough," Chrissie moaned to Chad. Chad pulled back, and looked at his sister. Her entire body was flushed, and sweat covered. She was lovely. Chrisse got to he knees, and crawled to Chad. Her eyes were locked on his penis, and they looked hungry. As her hand closed around his shaft, Chad felt an electric shock though out his body. Her hands felt wonderful. She started rubbing her hand up, and down his shaft, giving it a light squeeze every now, and then. She brought her face closer to it, as if she was studying it, and the flicked out her tongue to graze the head. Chad leaned back, gripping the rail hard with one hand, while the other held him steady. Chrissie gave him a naughty smile and said, "If that cause you a shock, then this will blow your mind." Saying that she then lowered her head, bringing her lips to his crown, and wrapped her lips around his cock. She took several inches of him into her mouth, as one hand stroked his shaft, and her other played with his balls. "Fuck sis, but that feels great," Chad exclaimed. He had never felt anything like this before. He was so excited he could already feel that he was about to explode. "Chris, you need to stop. I'm about to cum," he shouted. She ignored him, and firmly wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock. As one hand stroked his shaft faster, her other started squeezing his balls. Chad fell back as his first wad exploded into his sister's mouth. As she swallowed it, he fell back onto the roof, and came a second time. Chrissie manage to swallow the first two wads, but chocked on the third. Pulling back she wiped the little bit that had escaped off her face with her fingers, then licked them clean. Chad was on his back in a daze, and Chrissie crawled on top of him, and laid flat on him. For a time they just hugged each other. Chad rose up into a sitting position, and cradled Chrissie in his lap. Wrapping his arms around his sister he said, "That was amazing sis. You were amazing." Then he chuckled. "You made my head spin, and it is still spinning." Chrissie smiled, reached up to plant a kiss on his lips, and said, "That was pay back for what you did to me. I about had an out of body experience." She looked at him in the eyes. "I love you." Chad returned her look and replied, "I love you too." He lifted her chin up to meet him as he lent down to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his head, and kissed him tenderly. His hands had reached down to Caresse her ass checks. Slowly their kiss turned more passionate, and they started feeling stirrings again. Feeling his cock starting to harden against her, Chrissie shifted position so that her legs were wrapped around him, and his cock was nestled against her slit. As they started moving against each other, she felt her pussy lips spread around his shaft. They continued to kiss, and move against each other. Chrissie then put her hands on Chad's shoulders, and lifted herself higher. She then reached between them to grip his cock. As she brought it to her slit, she started rubbing it back, and forth against it. "Are you sure about this?" Chad asked her. "What we have done so far is just play. There's no turning back if we do this." Chrissie looked into Chad's eyes and asked, "Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" Chad returned her gaze, and nodded. "I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, or anything." Chrissie smiled and then pressed down on his cock. He felt the tightness resist him, and then finally give way, as his penis head slid between her lips. He was fucking his sister. Chrissie felt like she was being stuffed. She paused to adjust, then pressed down some more. Chad then felt her maiden head. Chrissie locked her lips onto his, and held him tight. Then she rose up slightly, sat down hard, riping her maiden head. Through the pain she thought, "I just gave my cherry to my brother." As the pain subsided she started to move gradually. Chad watched her face intently. He let her set the pace, and he waited for her to be ready to continue. As she started moving faster, and her face seemed lost in pleasure, Chad took command. The Tree House He pushed her back till she was laying flat, and started slow, steady thrust. His hands moved over her body, teasing her nipples, and rubbing her clitoris. His mouth sucked on her neck, and then her ear lobe. He felt her legs wrap around his ass, pushing him into her more. Her hands were on his back, and he felt her nails digging into his skin. She whispered, "Faster. Fuck me faster." Hearing those words come from her mouth set him on fire. He started thrusting into her harder, faster. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, but wanted his first time, their first time, to be spacial. He wanted them to cum together. He took hold of her shoulders, and thrust harder, and deeper, and faster. "Oh,oh, I'm about to cum," she screamed. Suddenly she tensed up, held him tight.As he felt her start to cum, he quickly bought his lips to hers, and as they kissed, shot his load deep inside her. Feeling another build up inside of himself, he thrust as deep into her as he could, and filled her up with another flood of cum. A wave of emotion over came them both, sending them soaring into bliss. As they came back down to earth, they slowed their movements, and finally stopped. Chad rolled over, pulling Chrissie on top of them, being careful not to exit her yet. He wanted to stay inside her as long as possible. Gradually their breath, and heart rate returned to normal, and his deflated cock slipped out of his sisters pussy. Neither one of them spoke, for no words were needed between them. They knew what the other was thinking. As they laid there in each others arms, Chad thanked god for giving him such a spacial sister. Finally Chad said, "You know, I was wrong before." Chrissie raised herself up slightly, so she could gaze into her brothers eyes. "Oh?" she asked. "Wrong about what? Chad smiled and replied, "About us being one with each other. I was wrong when I said it earlier." Chrissie pulled back from him with a hurt expression on her face. "Don't worry love." He assured her. "I was wrong then, because I now know the truth. That now we are one, and we will never be alone. No matter where we go from here. You will always be in my heart, and in my soul. We are the original soul-mates." With a small cry, she leaned forward for a kiss. "I really do love you brother." "Well, I certainly hope so, my sister." And the young lovers lips met. The Tree House Mike, Cindy, and Todd had been friends since the third grade. Mike and Todd came to pick up Cindy for their senior prom. Cindy was in a black knee length spaghetti strap dress. Cindy almost never wore a dress. She had always been just one of the guys. Tonight she would be different. Mark, Cindy and Todd went to the dance and had a good time. Mike would dance with Cindy, and then she would dance with Todd. They kept her on the floor until midnight. They decided to then take a long walk. They stopped by the local liquor store and each bought one cooler. The man carded each of them. They drank their coolers slowly, and finished them off as they had come to their old tree house, in the back of Todd's massively large back yard. Cindy suggested that they go up. Todd and Mike laughed a bit about climbing into the old tree house in their tuxedos, but then complied. Todd went up first, followed by Mike and Cindy came up last. They lounged back for a while just reminiscing about old time and how they had done everything together. Cindy suddenly tossed in with an evil grin, "Not everything." She giggled and so did they. Finally, Cindy decided to bring her fantasy to life. She leaned forward unobtrusively and ran her hand up each of their legs, until she had a hold of the solid lump in their pants. Cindy did notice that Todd had a huge hard-on. None of them had ever dated in high school. For one thing, nobody could figure out if Cindy was actually dating one of them, so everybody kept their hands off all three. And, the guys just never asked anyone. "I see you are thinking about what I said," Cindy's hands were shaking as she felt them up. She went the next step and in the old tree house, she unzipped both of their pants, pulling their dicks out into the moon light. Mike and Todd were not quite sure what to do. Cindy was their best friend, but she was real sober, and they both sort of wanted her too. Cindy started working their rods, moving Todd and Mike closer together. She licked Todd's shaft from one end to the other, and waited for a response. Todd made a definite sign of pleasure so she did the same to Mike. She did this for a while to both of them and then stood up. We do everything together right?" she said seeking a pleasurable confirmation. They both said yes. Then she dropped her dress off her shoulders and stepped out if it. Her breasts were nice and full. They had never imagined her any way but clothed and now here she wearing just a tiny pair of black lacy panties. Both of their dicks hardened even harder seeing this. "Take off those, unless you want to get them dirty," she stated knowing what she wanted to do. They got the message real fast and took off and laid their suits neatly off to the side. Now they were all naked. Without kneeling, she bent over and took Mike's head into her mouth. Mike had to control the sudden urge to shove it straight into her. She worked his head in and out of her mouth. Mike was holding her head, unconsciously controlling the speed of her attack. She then stopped and turned to Todd. Mike moved directly behind her, knelt down and started to lick her box from behind as she went down on Todd. She spread her legs apart to give him better access. With Mike working on her she began to want more and more. Finally she stopped going down on Todd long enough to tell Mike what she wanted. Mike obediently stood and slid his virgin rod into the entrance of her waiting furnace. She groaned softly as he entered her. No one had ever entered her before, and she was tight. He was just too massive for her first time. Frustrated she turned around and put her waiting pussy up to Todd's slightly smaller shaft, and went down orally on Mike again. Todd fit in her better and slowly worked his way into her making her cue. She was shaking, from pleasure, from fear, and from pure ecstasy, as Todd pumped slowly deeper and deeper into her. Mike was getting it as well though. She was transferring every pleasure she felt at one end to the other end, and Mike could hardly control himself. "Now we do it together" she announce, barely able to speak. The guys wondered what she was talking about. But she did not leave them in the dark for long. She sat Todd down and facing away from him, lowered herself down onto his shaft. Todd was not sure what she was doing, but she was suddenly way tight. Todd's rod slid slowly into her ass as she went all the way down. She laid back and spread her legs for Mike. She pulled him forward so he could see that her pussy was waiting for him. Mike began to slide in again. She was still tight to Mike, even after having been opened up by Todd, but Mike succeeded this time. He was in. Mike and Todd began to pump together, their dicks playing off each other. Cindy was beginning to shake and tighten, shake and tighten, again and again. Todd and Mike began to work her breasts with their fingers and that was the final straw. Mike felt a sudden rush of fluid around his shaft, which excited him further. He pumped harder and faster, causing Todd to do the same. Then, as Cindy reached her first explosive orgasm, Todd and Mike fired their loads into her. With each firing of their loads what felt like a jolt of electricity fired through all three of them. She let out moan of absolute pleasure finally released from years of frustration. They worked themselves until none of the three had anything left. Then removing themselves from Cindy's insides, they laid on the tree house floor. Cindy found both of their limp dicks, and worked her hands on them as they lay there, Cindy in Mike and Todd's arms. Now, they had done everything together. Naked they climbed down the tree, and played in the pond until the early morning sun began to rise. They ascended the tree house again for a long slow hour of three-way play. This was not the last time they would release their frustrations up in the old tree house. The Tree House The Tree House Stronger winds were now moving through the branches, causing the tree trunks to sway. The platform moved with them, creating a floating feeling as Cassie rode up and down. Derek saw her own struggle for control as she squeezed her eyes closed and bit her lower lip. Even though the rain had eased up he could see the sheen the lighter sprinkles gave to her body. The picture sent him over the edge. As he admonished himself for his lack of control he heard her cry out. "Derek! Oh, Sweetie, I'm cumming!" He felt her inner walls contract, milking his cock as he achieved orgasm himself. Shooting his hot fluid into her, he lightly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down onto him, kissing her all over in a near frenzy. He wanted to devour her, to taste all of her as they shared their intimate bonding. Cassie returned the kisses in kind, driving her fingers between the strands of his wet hair as her release raced through her entire body. "I love you, Cass," Derek told her as his breathing returned to normal. "More than anything in the world." "I love you, too," Cassie said as she snuggled against him. They lay in each others arms, almost falling asleep until a flash of light penetrated Derek's closed eyelids. An answering rumble of thunder thirty seconds later broke his lassitude. Derek cursed himself for not paying closer attention to the storm. Lying wet and naked on a soaked sleeping bag while 15 feet in the air surrounded by trees ranked a ten on the stupidity scale. "We need to get back to the cabin," Derek urged as he rolled away from Cassie and grabbed his trunks from beneath the bench where he'd stashed them. As he donned his trunks, Cassie scrambled up and pushed the sleeping bag and two pillows under a bench to keep them from getting any wetter. She tried to put on the t-shirt but threw it down when she found it was too heavy and wet to try to struggle into. "Just come on. We'll deal with all this tomorrow," Derek called out as he opened the hatch and found the rung on the ladder with his foot. He hurried down and waited at the base for Cassie. He saw her make it half way down the ladder then stop. She stretched out and used both hands to tug on the rope used to firmly shut the hatch of the tree house. Just as Derek called out to her to leave it ajar he saw her wet feet slip off the ladder. She dangled from the rope for a few seconds before losing her grip and falling. Derek's heart stopped and then beat in triple time as he widened his stance and reached for her. He caught her around the waist, but her momentum made him stumble backward and ... WHAM! ... down he went. His ass hit the ground first then he was flat on his back with Cassie sprawled on top of him. He looked into her eyes as he asked, "Are you okay?" "Yes. What about you? Wow, it's good you climbed down first!" "Cass," he chided, "it wasn't luck. Why do you think I have you go up the tree first but come down last? It's to catch you if you fall. Though I must admit I'd always envisioned myself being more graceful in my role as a Knight in Shining Armor." "My hero," Cass cooed, batting her eyelashes before placing a kiss on his cheek. "And," Derek continued as he shifted his weight to pull a small branch from beneath him, "I never imagined the literal pain in the ass it might be!" "Well," Cassie giggled as she extricated herself off Derek and got on her knees, "Let Nurse Cass kiss it and make it feel better." Cassie saw Derek's grin as lightening again filled the sky, followed shortly by a roll of thunder. "Excellent idea. But right now we need to get the hell out of here!" Derek shouted as he took Cassie's hand in his and tugged her across the field to the safety of the cabin where Nurse Cass could administer her special kind of TLC. The Tree House I will return to some of the other stories that I've partially completed. This was something that flowed today. I hope you enjoy. Please take the time to vote and comment. Feedback is always appreciated. ***** We'd arrived. It was my birthday present. With a spring littered with health problems and other relatives' birthdays, Isabelle and I had decided to celebrate mine a little later in the summer. We've got enough stuff. Stuff. Lots of Stuff; big stuff; little stuff; our house is littered with stuff. Isabelle and I had decided a few years ago that rather than contribute to the stuff pile, we would give each other the gift of experiences. This year she had purchased a stay in a tree house for me. If you've read some of our other stories, you know that I am the perpetual 13 year old boy. This gift was AWESOME! The tree house overlooked a babbling river. It would provide a soothing backdrop of sound for the duration of our stay. You had to climb a ladder to get into the house, but a block and tackle connected to a basket allowed you to pull up your luggage and supplies. After loading some supplies, Isabelle's suitcase, my bag and the sex toy suitcase into the basket I scampered up the ladder to haul our necessities up to the platform that encircled the house. Once lifted, you could lock off the rope, open a small gate and pull your items in. Isabelle made her way up the ladder to landing and asked: "What do you think?" I told her I was over the moon happy. This was the neatest gift I had ever received. We looked around, it slept 6, but you had to be a friendly 6. It would be comfortable for just the 2 of us. We took a self guided tour, The bathroom was a modest affair, the commode was flushable, that had become the baseline for us staying anywhere. I noticed that the bathroom seemed to be missing a shower. I asked Isabelle if she was aware when she booked. "Yes, let's finish the tour." This disappointed me. After a day without air conditioning in the humidity, I became a ripe guy. I wouldn't even sleep with me. The kitchenette would serve, a hot plate, a couple of pans and the use of a barbecue outside. Did I mention: A FREAKIN TREEHOUSE! The sitting room, had a pull out, a TV and a DVD player. open windows overlooked the river and let in a cool breeze and the sound of water on the rocks. As I looked at the center support post, I imagined Isabelle tied to it. It was to be an interesting stay. A ladder in the center of the house that allowed you to climb into the bedroom. To come down you could take the ladder or there was a brass pole that went through a second hole. The entire place had a decor similar to our houses and bedrooms when we where kids in the 70's but more so. If you had it in your house in the 70's it was in this tree house. Farah Fawcett Poster - check, Duke's of Hazard General Lee Poster - check, Charlie's angel posters - check, ashtrays of various types glass - Check, Lighters with logos - check. It was all here. We walked down memory lane - to the decorating disaster that was the 70's. Isabelle invited me to go out onto the balcony. As we walked out from the bedroom she pointed out the shower. It was an outdoor shower mounted to our tree. A giant rain shower head would pour warm water down on you. "You are becoming a nudist!" I said. Isabelle laughed and said she'd asked if the shower was private and the proprietor provided plenty of reassurance. It was 2:00 PM, the proprietor said he would be by between 4 and 5 to welcome us and collect the rest of the cost of the stay. "Let's try it out, Isabelle." With that I ran in grabbed our soap and shampoo and she started the water. We stripped down and got into the warm stream of water. I looked at my Isabelle; her beautiful white skin gleamed in the sunshine. Her big blue eyes melted for me as we kissed and I moved her thick mane of reddish brown hair under the water. With Isabelle's head under the water, I soaked her mane through and through. I washed and rinsed her hair then applied conditioner. As the conditioner soaked I took the soap and began to scrub her body. "You know, if men were in charge of washing women's breasts they'd shine." An old joke Isabelle used to remind me that there were other parts of her body that needed washing too. I scrubbed her shoulders and her strong back. I then scrubbed her pubic mound and legs; finally her rounded bottom came under my careful ministrations. After I had spent enough time to make Isabelle all sparkly clean, it was her turn to wash me. She started at my bald head, I'd shaved it for years, and washed my scalp. Isabelle slowly worked down my body doing my back, and my chest, my armpits. She got to my cock and spent extra time there. I soon got hard, and she giggled at my predicament. As she rinsed me off, she got down on her knees and looked up at me. "Happy Birthday Master." My cock disappeared into her mouth. On the first stroke she got about half of it into her mouth. As she withdrew her tongue swirled around the head and flicked over the opening. I swore like a trooper. "Fuck, oh Fuck, that's so..." My hips were thrusting but her mouth reacting to my thrusts. She continued to tease the tip, riding my thrusts, not allowing any more of my cock into her mouth. I'd had enough of the teasing. I took her head and thrust slowly. I pushed further and further. I pushed until I felt her throat relax and let my cock in. After a few moments of exquisite agony, with the love of my life on her knees in front of me while the river ran down below and the water from a warm shower washed over us, I pulled her up and held her and kissed her. "You belong to me baby girl; this is the best birthday present ever." "I love you Alex." We finished our shower and headed into the tree house to open a bottle of wine and relax. As we knew this was going to be a significant play weekend we each only had a single glass. The proprietor came, and we chatted about banalities for a bit. He told us about the quirks of the place. Like any older home, there were things you needed to look out for, if a breaker blew, how to light the barbecue. Once I'd received my instruction, I'd asked him if the river was swimmable. "No, down the road there is a sweet little swimming hole. The water from the river forms a pool. You can still play in the current, but it isn't as dangerous as here, and it is deeper." I'd thanked him and he was on his way. I'd planned the menu for our stay, that evening we barbecued a couple of small tuna steaks; made a beautiful salad, with baked potato and all the fixins. We ate out on the deck, right next to the river. It was grand. ~~*~~ Although we identify as a D/s couple, we've tried to raise our relationship out of the darkness. Every time I dominate my Isabelle, every time she submits to me, it is done with the utmost caring and respect. We work very hard to have a power exchange while maintaining the love and the adoration for each other. My domination is not the result of needing to own her or have her submit, rather we treat it as an insanely passionate need for her. As a result, our play may not seem as rough as others, but it works for us. It is a balance that is sometimes difficult to maintain. We'd come through a rough winter with some health concerns, and had one opportunity to play. (See our story The Brat) Since that time, My Dom side had given way to something else. I'd become docile with my perceived fragility of my Isabelle. The docility had manifested in a become afraid to hurt her. I'd become afraid to dominate her. We'd had some great vanilla sex, and it was wonderful, but the aftercare that D/s couples crave had not been there. We'd discussed it, and she assured me of my idiocy over my perceived fragility of her. We were better on this little mini vacation and we were going to enjoy it. ~~*~~ "Isabelle." "Yes, Alex?" "Come here Isabelle. I need you." It was after dinner and we we'd just finished coffee and some glorious strawberry ice cream on our deck. She was sitting beside me. She came and knelt in front of me. I took out her collar from my pocket and slipped it on her. "Who is your master Isabelle?" "You are Alex. I belong to you." "Let's head inside." With that she got up and started to walk in front of me. I walked up to her, pulled her arms behind her; grabbed them with one hand. With the other, I wrapped an arm around her and pushed/walked her into the tree house. I whispered into her ear: "I love you. You're my lusty wench. I want you." She whimpered and a soft moan escaped her lips. I reached into the bag and pulled out a short piece of rope. My beautiful Isabelle dressed in a simple blouse and skirt gasped when I pulled her arms around the post. She faced the post and her arms were tied around it in front of her. Now that she was secure I could take my time preparing for the rest of the evening. I took out our safety shears, a few more sections of rope, her we-vibe touch, a Pipedream glass dildo, a few impact toys and her Hitachi magic wand. All the while I was talking to her, soothing her, ensuring that she stayed in her current head space. "Isabelle, I haven't tested our shears in a while. They need to be tested." With that I clipped our thickest piece of rope we kept for the purpose. "I don't know, I think maybe they need a more rigorous test." I stood and got close to my Isabelle. My hand rubbed over her bottom. Her eyes were lidded as her mind began to leave the myriad of thoughts, and focus on the here and now. I brought the shears up to her top and started to cut it away, I thought she was going to protest, but she remained quiet, her eyes and body telling me this was indeed a good thing. Next went her skirt. The shears left it in tatters. There she stood, in a pair of panties. Her beautiful breasts heaved with her breathing. I kissed her. The kiss said I love you and I am pleased. My hands ran over her body. I knelt at her feet and tied a rope spreader bar to keep her legs separated. I stepped back to admire at my beautiful wife. Her wrists were bound to the center support of our 1970's decorated tree house; her legs held open by a rope spreader bar; her clothes lay tattered at her feet. She was naked and glistening with perspiration. Her breasts, heaved, her perfect pink nipples where puckered from the excitement. We had needed this. From our table of implements, I grabbed her we-vibe touch. I used it at the back of her head where her skull met her neck. She moaned and leaned back into me. When I trailed across her body and used them on her nipples she jumped. From her nipples the path led once again around to her back where I pushed it hard into the spot at the top of her ass. With this last spot her hips began to thrust. As I trailed the vibrator down her legs to the back of her knees, I saw moisture soaking through her panties. Throughout all of this, I continued to speak to Isabelle; a mantra: "You belong to me, you are my wife, my partner, my lusty wench." I trailed the vibrator up her inner thighs. She bent at the waist to give me better access to her vagina. Kneeling behind her, I took the vibrator and pressed it into the wet spot of her panties. My beautiful wife glowed with perspiration and desire. The sounds that escaped her were a cross between a whimper and a growl. I turned off the vibrator. Isabelle swore. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" "It's OK Isabelle. It is only for a minute." I ran my hand over her backside, and delivered a small swat. My reward was a moan and hips that moved far longer than the single swat spanking called for. I smacked her again, harder. This time the onslaught brought out a whimper and a wiggle. I alternated swatting and rubbing her bottom for a few minutes, until her backside reddened. I took the shears and cut away her panties. I saw the inner lips of her vagina poking out. They were swollen with desire. I checked in with Isabelle. I went to the table and got the dildo and the wand. I took up station behind Isabelle again. This time I inserted the dildo and touched her clitoris with the wand. As I turned it on she jumped. As Isabelle approached her orgasms, there was always a point of calm before the release. She had reached this point now. I turned off the vibrator and pulled out the dildo. Again she swore. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" As quickly as I could, I replaced the dildo with my cock and began to hammer in and out of Isabelle as hard as I could. She continued to swear, but it turned from frustration to pleasure. "Fuck! Fuck!... oh Shit! Fuck! Don't stop. Fuck Fu..." And she came. She clamped down, and I felt her vagina spasm around my cock. I slowed my thrusting down so she could enjoy the spasms. After her orgasm her knees were weak. I untied her and supported her over to the sofa. I lay her there and put on some soothing music. This had been what we needed. I wrapped her in a blanket and headed off to the kitchen. I came back quickly with a chocolate bar and a tea. I lay beside her and held her close. "I love you baby girl. You belong to me. You are my everything." I coaxed a little of the chocolate and tea into her. She snuggled in. Soon in the afterglow of her orgasm, she fell asleep. She woke up 30 minutes later with her head on my lap. I fed her a little more of the chocolate and tea. "Hello sleepy head." "Wow! You're amazing." "I know. I love you Isabelle." "Alex, I..." My Isabelle was overcome with tears. I held her. Aftercare; it was the time when we felt closest. We headed to bed. We both fell asleep almost immediately. I woke up at 3:30 with a need to pee, I sat up and gazed at Isabelle. I was always amazed at how my baby girl's body reacted. I got up and headed for the ladder, then I remembered and saw the brass pole with the hole in the floor. I learned something. If you are going to slide down a pole, you should be wearing PJ's. My skin and hair, caught all the way down the pole. It wasn't fun. When I climbed back up to bed, My Isabelle's bottom was out from under the covers. She was sleeping on her stomach, with a pillow under her hips. I simply couldn't resist. I climbed into bed and positioned myself behind her. I started rubbing my cock against the opening of her vagina. She moaned and pushed back. Soon I was inside her thrusting. She was pushing back against me. Barely awake she made love to me in this dreamlike state. As I came I whispered: "Isabelle, You belong to me." She answered: "Claim me Alex, I'm yours." I came deep inside her. I wrapped my arms around her and we fell asleep. We woke up at 9:00 refreshed. A great day dawned before us. We gathered some picnic supplies and headed off to the swimming hole. As we didn't see another soul we went skinny dipping, as we both loved to be naked in the water. That night we made quiet love. This love making was in the afterglow of yesterday's intense session. There were no spankings or ropes, only words of reassurance and caring. It resulted in orgasms that were almost simultaneous. The Tree House Throughout September and October I was only able to get out to the tree house twice and on those nights was only able to record a couple of brief episodes of women undressing. That brings us up to the first Saturday in November. That day the weather was beautiful and the temperature was mild. I decided that I had to get out to the tree house that night, as I might not be able to get out again until next spring. I told Judy that I was going to go out with my friends from work that night. Judy asked what time I would be home. I told her I would be home at my usual time between 12:30 and 1:00 AM. Judy said, "I wish you wouldn't go out on the weekends when I'm home." I told her that in the future I would try not to do that. At 7:00PM I went out to the garage and loaded the camera and batteries into the car along with my binoculars, my dark sweatshirt, a dark jacket, my dark cap three bottles of beer and bag of cheese and crackers. At 7:30 I said goodnight to Judy and drove away from the house. I drove around the corner and down to a park where I could leave the car. I took the camera and the dark clothes and things and headed into the woods. I had followed this route through the woods many times by now so I was at the bottom of the ladder in just a few minutes. I had everything up in the tree house and set up in about ten minutes. The camera was mounted on a tripod that I had taken down to the tree house earlier in the day and I put on the dark sweatshirt and cap. It was nearly eight o'clock and none of the bedroom lights in the neighborhood were on. At 8:15 the light came on in Cal and Barb's bedroom. I watched as Barb changed into her nightgown. She had stripped to her panties then pulled on the nightgown and walked out of the bedroom, turning off the light as she left. The next light to go on was the light in my bedroom. I watched as Judy walked through the bedroom into the bathroom. I watched her as she stripped off her clothes revealing the beautiful sexy body that I was so familiar with. I continued to watch as Judy got into the shower. While Judy was in the shower I pointed the camera at our bedroom window and zoomed in to focus on where Judy would be standing when she came out of the shower. When the shower door opened I put my eye to the viewfinder and hit the record button. I watched as Judy dried herself and once done disappear in the direction of the closet. I lifted my head to look around at the other houses. Still no other lights on so I opened a beer and went back to the viewfinder. When I looked I found Judy standing in the bedroom wearing the pretty new bathrobe I had bought for her on her birthday last month. Then Judy turned off the lights and went downstairs so I hit the stop button on the camera. I picked up the binoculars and quickly scanned all the other houses again. Nothing, so I went back to mine. Through the windows in the family room I could see Judy lying on the sofa watching TV. Her robe had separated exposing most of her beautiful legs. I was beginning to think I had made a big mistake choosing to sit out here in a tree house when I could have been home with my face between those lovely legs. As I continued to watch Judy she suddenly jumped up and headed out of the family room. I thought she must be going to the kitchen for a snack but she turned toward the front of the house. I couldn't see her but I saw the light in the front hall go on. A minute later I saw Judy coming back into the family room but then I saw someone following her. It wasn't until they both sat on the sofa that I recognized the visitor as Mike, our next-door neighbor. I suddenly had the feeling that I should be running home but I couldn't move. I saw Judy get up and go to the kitchen, When she came back she had two glasses of wine and she handed one glass of wine to Mike and then sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from him. My mind was spinning. What was Judy doing sitting on the sofa with Mike with just a frilly bathrobe on and why was she serving him wine? I sat frozen, looking through the binoculars at the scene taking place in my house. From the view I had I couldn't see Mike's face but I was looking directly into Judy's. She was talking, smiling and laughing. She definitely was not uncomfortable having Mike there while I was not home. As I was staring at Judy I noticed that her robe had separated again displaying her legs not only to me but also to Mike. Then Judy shifted her legs, which didn't allow me to see anything more, but I was sure that from where Mike was sitting he could probably see Judy's panties. After sipping her wine and talking for a while Judy stood up and moved over to where Mike was sitting and took his hand and pulled him to his feet. I watched as the two of them walk around the end of the sofa. I thought that maybe she was walking him back to the door, but as they reached the end of the sofa they turned and headed for the stairs. I couldn't see the stairs from my vantage point so I just had to wait to see what would happen next. The next thing that happened was the bedroom light turned on followed by Judy and Mike entering the room. I immediately put down the binoculars and went to the camera. I hit the record button and looked through the viewfinder. I quickly focused on the two of them and zoomed in so I could see both of them up close. I could see that Judy was speaking and then Mike began to remove his clothes starting with his shirt and he didn't stop until he was naked. Seeing him standing naked if front of my wife was really strange. I was jealous but I didn't feel angry. Mike had an athletic body and by the look on Judy face she liked what she saw. Mike's cock was only semi hard. I could tell that it was slightly aroused but still was hanging down. When I looked at Judy again I could tell that she was staring at Mike's cock. Slowly Judy started to remove her bathrobe. When she dropped it to the floor she was standing in front of Mike wearing only a bra and panties I had never seen before. The bra cupped Judy's breasts covering the nipples with a very sheer lace and leaving the tops of her breasts exposed. The panties where a sheer white trimmed with lace that matched the lace on the bra. The panties were sheer enough that I could see Judy's pussy hair through them. When I zoomed in on her crotch I could see her pussy lips outlined in the thin material. My heart was beating very fast and my mouth began to water. Judy began to move so I had to pull back on the zoom so I could follow her activities and to also see what Mike was doing. Judy moved over to stand directly in front of Mike and then she dropped down on her knees. With both of her hands she picked up Mike's cock and began to look at it as if she were studying it so that she would never forget what it looked like. Judy's manipulation of Mike's cock had aroused it still more but he still didn't have a full erection, but I did. Judy leaned forward and put her lips on the tip of Mike's cock and then opened her mouth and slid her tongue out and around the head. Then Judy sucked just the head of Mike's cocked into her mouth. I knew that now she was swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, because that is what she always does when she sucks my cock and it drives me wild. I could tell it was driving Mike wild too. Gradually Judy started to take more of Mike's cock into her mouth until she had the whole thing inside. Watching my wife suck another mans cock was giving me a tremendous erection. As Judy continued she began moving her head so that Mike's cock slid in and out of her mouth. Judy keep this up for a short time and then she slowly pulled her head back until Mike's now completely swollen member popped out of her mouth and pointed up instead of hanging down like it had been before Judy worked on it with her talented mouth. Mike reached down and helped Judy to her feet and led her to the bed. There he laid her down and pulled her legs to the edge. Then he got down between Judy's thighs and carefully pulled her panties off. He held them up to his face and smelled them. Watching him do that I could almost smell Judy's scent myself. He dropped the panties on the floor and started kissing his way up the inside of Judy's thighs to her pussy. I have done this same thing to Judy on countless occasions and I knew that by the time Mike got to her pussy, Judy would be almost ready to have an orgasm. I zoomed the camera in to get a closer look as Mike licked and kissed his way to my wife's pussy. I zoomed in so close I could actually see the individual hairs on her pussy lips. As Mike got closer to the honey pot I noticed that Judy's pussy lips actually opened a little and a small bead of moisture formed on her pussy and seemed to be clinging to one of the hairs growing on the soft mound that surrounds her pussy. As I watch this happened over and over until the opening of Judy's flesh covered love hole was slick with her juices. As Mike put his mouth directly over Judy's pussy she jumped a little then began a humping motion that usually means that she is about to have an orgasm. I suddenly realized something very odd. I found that I was pulling for Judy to have a big orgasm and that I had no feelings about Mike one way or another, I was seeing him only as a tool for my wife's enjoyment. Mike gave Judy a very complete tongue job. She did have what appeared to be a very big orgasm. When Mike was done eating Judy he stood up and lifted Judy's legs up and leaned them against his shoulders then he slid his cock inside Judy. As he entered her I felt a sense of elation I couldn't explain. At that moment I felt extreme excitement with no jealousy or anger. As Mike pumped his cock into Judy I zoomed in on her pussy so that the picture I was seeing was just Mike's cock sliding in and out of Judy's cunt. Being in this close I couldn't see anything else going on. No facial expressions, no way of knowing if Judy was having an orgasm but I was totally focused on the picture of another man's cock in my wife's cunt. I never would have thought that it would affect me this way. As I continued watching Mike's pace suddenly increased then stopped for a moment then several more rapid strokes then he stopped again. Finally Mike pushed his cock in as far as he could and just held it there. Mike held this position for few minutes then he slowly began pulling out. As Mike's now softening cock pulled free of Judy's pussy there was a strand of his cum hanging from the head of his cock connecting it to the open lips of Judy's pussy. As Mike pulled farther away the strand stretched then broke. Most of the strand fell back on Judy's cunt. Then as Mike started to lower Judy's legs a large drop of cum came to the surface of Judy's pussy. I was transfixed by this sight. Mike was no longer in the camera's view. The only thing I could see was Judy's beautiful pussy with a small trail of cum running along the seam formed by the outer lips of her pussy ending in a larger pool of cum which formed when Mike removed his cock. The rounded mound of Judy's pussy and the way it looked decorated as it was by the cum dripped on it and leaking from it made me think of the term 'cream pie' used in the porno business to describe internal cum shots. The name just seems appropriate for what I was looking at. I have read stories about men eating their wife's pussy while it was full of another mans cum. I thought that if I were with Judy at that moment I would have eaten some of that cream pie. I kept the camera locked in on Judy's pussy until she started to move, then I pulled back. When I did I found Judy was moving to prop herself up on her pillows. Mike wasn't in the room. I was beginning to wonder if Mike had left when he came back into the bedroom from the bathroom. He climbed onto my bed next to my wife and kissed her. As they lay there next to each other Mike began teasing Judy's nipples through the lace of her bra. Finally he bent down and began kissing the tops of her breasts while her reached around behind her back to unhook her bra. When her tits were released from the bra Judy lay back and closed her eyes and Mike began to lick and suck on Judy's breasts. While he was playing with Judy's breasts, Mike ran his left hand down to Judy's pussy and began finger fucking her. Judy in the mean time had started stroking Mike's cock with her hand and she had it nearly hard again. After a short time of this Mike pulled away from Judy and said something to her and she seemed to nod approval and then she spoke and Mike nodded. Next Mike rolled over on top of Judy and slipped his cock into her dripping pussy. He stroked into her for about a minute then pulled out and got off of her. Then they both moved around in the bed so that they were in the classic 69 position. First Judy sucked Mike's cock, which was covered with his cum and her juices, into her mouth then Mike locked his mouth over Judy's cum filled pussy and began eating her. Watching Mike eating my wife's pussy brought back a feeling of jealousy. I wanted it to be me eating her out. As I watched, Mike brought Judy to orgasm then turned around so that he could fuck her in the missionary position. He must have stroked into her for a good ten minutes before he finally dropped his load. As he started to pull out I zoom the camera in for an extreme close up. This time her pussy seemed to have even more cum leaking out. I watched for a minute as cum slowly ran out of her pussy and down to her ass then onto the bed sheets. When I pulled back with the camera Mike had begun dressing and when he had finished he went over and gave Judy a kiss and then left. Now I was totally confused. I didn't know whether to go home immediately and confront Judy or should I just wait and see if Judy had anything to say to me, like "our marriage is over. I'm in love with someone else." I decided to let things go for a while and just see what would develop. I stayed in the tree house for about another hour while I finished the other two beers I had brought with me. While I waited I watch Judy clean herself and the bedroom up and hide any evidence of her visit from our neighbor. At 11:30 I climbed down from the tree house and went back to my car. I was back home by midnight. When I walked into the house it was silent. I walked quietly up to the bedroom and found Judy there asleep or at least that is what she wanted me to believe. I could tell by her breathing that she was just faking sleep. I was feeling very horny and had hoped that maybe that I would make love to my wife. But I guess she had all the sex she needed already. So I retreated to the bathroom and took matters into my own hand. It took me less than two minutes to bring myself off. Once the sexual tension of being extremely horny had been relieved I was able to think more rationally about the things that had happened. My wife had been unfaithful to me with our next-door neighbor. That hurt me. I wondered if this meant that she didn't love me any more. I couldn't stand the thought of losing her. Then I remember the way she had indicated to me that she would rather I stayed home with her than go out for the evening with my friends. Maybe this whole thing was my own fault. I decided to wait till morning before I made and decisions about what to do. I thought that if Judy still loved me I would be able to tell by the way she acted toward me the next day. With that I undressed and went to bed. As I got into be I had a sudden vision of Mike fucking my wife in this very bed, but instead of getting upset I began to get a hard on. I put those thoughts out of my head and fell asleep. I woke up about 8:30AM that Sunday morning and Judy was already up and dressed. After I showered I went down stairs to find Judy in the Kitchen getting ready to cook breakfast. Now Judy very seldom cooks breakfast so I knew this was important. I got very nervous as I waited for Judy to turn around so I could see her face. Would her expression be the 'We need to talk' look that meant nothing but trouble, or would it be the 'I love and I feel guilty so I am cooking you breakfast' look? When she finally looked at me she was smiling and she said, "Hi sweetie, how do you want your eggs cooked?" I could feel the tension go out of my body and I smile back and said "Scrambled". Then I felt a little playful so I asked, "What did you do last night?" Judy turned quickly and I could see a little flush beginning in her cheeks but when she saw that I was still smiling she said, "I watched TV for a while but fell asleep on the sofa. I woke up there around ten and went up to bed and went back to sleep. Did you have fun last night?" I said, "I had a very interesting time. To top the evening off I saw a sex video about a woman screwing her husband's friend. The sex in the movie was so hot it left me very horny. I came home hoping to get a little but you were sound asleep. Boy was I disappointed." Judy's cheeks continued to redden but she didn't give away that anything was wrong. She said, "If you were that horny you should have waken me. I was horny when I went to bed last night and probably could have quickly got into the mood again." I was impressed. That was a great touch. I should have waken her. She could say that because I didn't wake her up, and besides, she wasn't really asleep. Judy spoke next, "What do you want to do today? You want to go out for lunch then catch a movie?" I said that lunch and a movie sounded like a good idea. During breakfast and the rest of the morning Judy was always close to me, touching me or occasionally giving me a kiss. She was going out of her way to show me she loved me. At 11:00AM the phone rang. I answered and recognized the voice of one of the girls that work for Judy. I gave the phone to Judy. When she got off the phone she looked upset. She said, "I have to go into work for a hour or so. The girls that worked last night didn't put out the signs for today's sale so I have to go in and make sure the right signs get put out. I'm sorry. I wanted to spend the whole day with you. I'll get back as soon as I can." I said, "I understand. It's not your fault. We can do lunch another time and we can go to a movie later. Get back when you can and we will do something." Judy kissed me and went upstairs to change for work. For an instant I wondered if this was all a trick so that she could sneak off with Mike but I quickly realized that idea was ridiculous. Even so I went upstairs to watch her dress. She didn't put on anything I wouldn't expect her to wear to work. As Judy headed out the door she kissed me again and said I will be home as soon as I can. As soon as I heard the car pull away I went into the garage and got my video camera and brought it into the house. I plugged the output from the camera to my VCR and began playing back the tape of last nights activities and recording it onto a VHS cassette at the same time. As I watched Mike fucking Judy on the tape I got an immediate erection. It took me 45 minutes to copy the tape and by the time it was done I had almost lost my load, but I was determined to save this load for Judy. As I put the camera away in its hiding place in the garage I began thinking about Judy. I was now 100% sure that Judy was mad at me for going out and that is why she fucked Mike. All I had to do to keep her from cheating on me again was to take care of her and not spend nights when I should be with her, out in the tree house spying on Judy and my neighbors. I decided right then that I forgave Judy completely but I didn't forgive Mike. He came into my house and fucked my wife in my bedroom on my bed. That meant I had to get some kind of revenge. I went back into the house and lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Judy got home about ten minutes later. She came over to the sofa and asked if there was anything she could do for me to make up for ruining our plans. I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out and pointed to it. The Tree House I was just kidding but Judy immediately kneeled down on the floor in front of me and took my cock gently into her mouth. She licked and sucked me until I was just about to explode then she stopped and stood up. She pulled her panty hose off and got on the sofa and straddle me with her legs. She then reached under her skirt and moved the crotch of her panties to the side and placed the head of my stiff cock against the opening of her womanhood. Then she just sort of let herself sink down on the sofa causing my cock to slide into her hot hole. Once I was completely inside her, Judy lay down on top of me. She didn't move anything except for flexing the inner walls of her pussy. The feeling this gave my cock had me going crazy in minutes. As I got closer to blowing my load inside her, Judy began humping me. A short time later I was draining my load into the back of her hot cunt. When my cock was completely soft and slipped out of Judy, she got up adjusted her panties so she wouldn't drip on the floor and said, "I am going to do some laundry, if you need any more of my services just call." Then she winked at me and headed up stairs. The rest of the day went pretty much the same way. Whenever I felt a little lift in my cock I just called out and Judy came and took a care of me. Very good care of me. I was beginning to think that having her cheat on me once in a while might not be a bad idea. Everything was back to normal by Monday morning, except that Judy and I were both more loving to one another. That week we had sex every night. We hadn't done that since the first year we were married. On Saturday I was working in the yard and finished up around 2:00PM just as Judy was coming home from shopping. I noticed that she had rented a movie. Unfortunately it was a chic flick. It was a movie that got good reviews but I would rather see a good adventure movie. So I called out to Judy and said, "Hey, what's with the chic flick? Do I have to watch this if I want to get laid tonight?" Judy laughed and said "Of course. It's the only way I can get you to watch these movies with me." Then she said, "I kidding. I got that movie because we are having company over tonight. I ran into Sue and the store and we started talking about movies and how we both wanted to see this one so I suggested that she and Mike come over tonight and we can watch the movie and then play cards or something." I couldn't believe this. I was going to have to spend the night being nice to the guy who had fucked my wife. I didn't know Mike or Sue very well. We had talked to them a few times at parties in the neighborhood and had enjoyed their company. Sue is an attractive blond with a very pleasant personality and Mike I guess would be considered handsome and has an athletic body. Mike has a friendly personality and shares a lot of the same interests with me; unfortunately my wife seems to be one of those interests. Well I guessed I was trapped, I had to go along with this to keep Judy from finding out that I knew about her little affair with Mike. I just mumbled "Okay" and went out into the garage. I was putting some things away in my tool cabinet when I saw something that gave me an idea on how to get even with Mike. I smiled to myself as I went back into the house. As I walked past Judy I asked what time Mike and Sue were coming over. Judy said they would be over around 8 o'clock. Then I said, "This is going to be fun." Judy looked at my kind of strange and said "Yes, it should be fun." But of course I had an entirely different idea of the kind of fun we would have. At 7 o'clock I quickly showered and shaved and dressed and then went down stairs and turned on the TV. As soon as I heard Judy start her shower I began my preparations for tonight's gathering. Mike and Sue rang the doorbell at almost exactly 8 o'clock. Judy and I greeted them at the door and lead them into the family room. Judy and I fixed drinks and brought snacks into the room and we sat and talked. Things seemed a little uncomfortable at first but I told a joke that I had heard at work and everyone laughed then Mike told a joke and soon we were all loose and enjoying each others company. At 9'oclock Judy suggested that we start the movie so that we would have time to play cards or something later. As I went to freshen everyone's drinks Judy put the movie in the VCR. She called to me to hurry so she could start the movie. I came back and passed out the drinks and sat down. Judy hit the play button. Right after the sounds of the video being loaded into the machine there was some static then the film started with the interior of a dark bedroom. Suddenly the lights came on and two people walked into the bedroom, Judy and Mike. I heard Judy gasp and she started to reach for the remote control for the VCR but I had already picked it up. Then I spoke, "What the hell is this?" No one answered they all just stared at the screen, unable to look away from the scene that was unfolding. There was Judy sucking Mike's cock, then the close-up of Judy's pussy as Mike was licking and kissing his way up her thighs. When the video got to the scene where Mike was pulling his cock out of Judy, leading in to the close-up of Judy's cream pie, I stopped the tape. There was silence as I looked around the room at the others. Judy had an expression of shock on her face and I could see tears running down her cheek. John looked embarrassed and worried, but the biggest surprise to me was Sue. She looked like she felt uncomfortable with the situation but she didn't seem to be angry like I had expected she would be. Sue just sat quietly looking down at her hands. Me, I had a totally different reaction to the tape. I had a raging hardon. Judy was the first to speak. She began crying out loud and said, "I'm sorry, I am so sorry. The whole thing was my fault. I was upset with you for making plans to go out with your friends and leave me home alone on Saturday night. Mike had flirted with me before so I thought he would be an easy target. I called Mike after you left the house and told him I wanted him to make love to me. When he came over he asked me if I was sure I wanted to go through with it and I told him I was sure. Don't take this out on him." I said, "Mike had a choice. He could have said no, I am not going to fuck my neighbor's wife. But he chose to accept your offer." Judy reached out and put her arms around me neck and pressed her mouth to my ear and begged me to forgive her. She said, "Just tell me what you want me to do to fix things. I'll do anything." I whispered back to Judy "Anything huh? Well what I want you to do is to take Sue into the other room and apologize to her. Then I want you to tell her that I will forgive Mike if she will suck my cock." Judy replied, "I can't ask her to do that. She didn't do anything wrong why should you drag her into this?" "Just try to talk her into it. Tell her how important it is for you to save your marriage and that if we are going to live next door to each other it would be difficult for me knowing that you fucked and sucked Mike and I didn't get even." Judy finally agreed and still crying walked over to Sue and asked her to go into the kitchen. While the women were out of the room Mike finally spoke. He said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I thought it was just a quick tumble. No big deal. How can I make this up to you?" I said, "I am working on that now." Judy and Sue were gone for about ten minutes, which seemed like an eternity while sitting with and not speaking to Mike. Sue came back into the room by herself. Judy stayed in the kitchen. Sue walked straight over to me and took my hand and pulled me up to my feet and led me to the stairs. As Sue lead me up the stairs I noticed what a nice ass she had. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting black cotton slacks that showed off the shape of her ass beautifully. I could also see the line of her panties through the slacks. When we got to the top of the stairs Sue hesitated. I thought she was getting ready to change her mind when she asked "Which room?" I pointed into the master bedroom and followed her into the room. We walked over next to the bed. There Sue dropped to her knees and began to unhook my belt and pull down the zipper on my pants. It seem that within seconds Sue had my pants and shorts down around my ankles. Then she wrapped her right hand around my hard cock and started stroking it. As she did this she moved her head in until the head of my cock was brushing against her lips. Next she stuck her tongue out and started licking the head of my cock making it jump each time she did it. Then she sucked the head into her mouth and gave it a tongue bath. She followed this with a deep throat job that had me just about ready to cum. At that point she stood up and unhooked her belt, unzip and pulled down her pants and panties in one motion. Then she turned away from me and bent over exposing her beautiful ass and pussy to me. Sue said "Fuck me now". I stepped up behind her and took my cock in my hand and began rubbing the head on the opening to Sue's cunt. She was already wet so I had no problem getting my cock started into her. As I slid it in to the hilt Sue pushed back against me and pull away as I pulled back. It took us only a few seconds to get a good rhythm going and I was once more getting close to coming. I guess Sue could tell I was getting close because she suddenly jerk forward causing my cock to pop out of her slick hole. As I scrambled to put my cock back into Sue she said, "Wait. Before you put your cock back inside me and cum inside my tight pussy I want you to promise me two things. First, that you will forgive Judy and Mike for their little romp in the sheets and second that you will let Mike fuck your wife again tonight." I was already too horny to say no to Sue's terms and the idea of watching Judy getting fucked by Mike gave me no choice at all. I said "I agree." and I slid my cock back into Sue's dripping pussy and fucked her as fast and hard as I could until my balls exploded letting loose a big load of cum deep inside of Sue's pussy. When we recovered our composure Sue pulled her pants back up and I did the same and we headed back down stairs. When we walked into the family room. Mike and Judy were sitting silently on opposite side of the room. As we came into the room Mike looked at Sue and asked, "Well, did you fuck him?" Sue walked over to him and pulled her pants down and said, "What do you think?" With that Mike reached out and cupped Sue's cum soaked pussy with his hand and rubbed it gently then slipped two fingers inside her. When he pulled his fingers out he examined them then looked at me and asked, "Was she good? Is everything O.K. now?" I said "She was terrific and yes everything's O.K. now." I looked back at Sue and she nodded toward Mike then Judy. It took me just a second to understand what she wanted then I remembered the deal I made with her upstairs. I looked and Judy and said, "Judy, everything is all right now. As a matter of fact, to show that there are no hard feelings I would like Mike to make love to you again right now while Sue and I watch." Judy looked at me and said, "I don't think I can do that. I don't think I could do that with you watching." I said "Sure you can, I will help you get started." With that I went over and pulled her to her feet. Then I began kissing her on the mouth and neck and squeezing her breasts and ass with my hands. As she began to respond I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it then I helped her remove her pants. Next to go was her bra followed by her panties. Now she was completely naked and I was sucking on her breasts and fingering her pussy. She was getting very wet so I knew she was getting horny. When I felt she was hot enough I lead her over to Mike and sat her down on his lap. She didn't resist. She just turned her face to Mike and they began tongue kissing. Mike immediately slipped his hand between Judy's legs and started fingering her cunt. Mike told Judy to get down on the floor then he quickly stripped off his clothes and joined Judy on the floor. As soon as they both were on the floor they got into a 69 position. Judy sucked Mike's engorged cock into her mouth and began fucking him with her mouth. Mike was doing a good job on his end too. Within two minutes he had Judy shuddering in climax as she continued to suck his cock. I was getting so hot watching them that I pulled my cock out of my pants and began to stroke it. Sue quickly interrupted me and said, "Why are you doing that by hand when I have a perfectly good mouth and pussy that are not being used at the moment?" With that she bent over and began sucking my cock. It seemed that in no time Sue and I were naked and on the floor next to Mike and Judy. Watching Mike's cock sliding in and out of my wife while I fucked his wife was making me hotter than I had ever been before. When my orgasm started I was in a cloud. I was unaware of anyone else in the room until I came back down. As I lay there recovering from possibly the greatest sex I had ever had I looked over to see that Mike and Judy had also finished and were also resting. At that point I said, "I think I would like to have Judy suck my cock while I am recovering and Sue, you should suck Mike's." Without hesitation both women went down on us. Judy gave me a very loving and tender blowjob and had my cock getting hard again within ten minutes. When I looked over at Sue she also had Mike's cock rising again. When my cock was hard Judy said, "I would like the next cock inside me to be my husbands but first, fair is fair, you have to suck my juicy cunt and I think Mike should do the same for Sue." Sue immediately agreed. I was reluctant to do it because after all, Mike had just shot a load of cum insider her. I was going to ask Mike what he was going to do when I saw that he was already doing it. Mike had his face buried in Sue's pussy and I could hear the slurping noises he was making. So I had Judy lay on the floor in front of me and I went down on her cum filled pussy. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and I was getting off on the idea of sucking my wife's pussy after another guy had fucked her. I brought her to orgasm then we fucked side by side with Mike and Sue. After that we were all exhausted. Mike and Sue went home and Judy and I went to bed and right to sleep. Now Mike and Sue are our best friends. We do lots of things together. Vacations, dinners, nightclubs, etc. Sometimes we go out together but to different places. That is I go out with Sue and Mike goes out with Judy and at the end of the night Sue comes back to my house and Judy goes home with Mike. I never in all my life would have thought that things would turn out this way. But I never wonder why they did. As a matter of fact the only thing I do wonder about is why no one ever asked me where the videotape of Judy and Mike came from. The Tree Hugger Jordan was on her knees in her garden, her hands buried in the good, clean, black earth. She could feel the moist dirt oozing between her fingers as she worked it, making small holes for the seeds she was about to plant. The sensual feeling of the gooey mud, squeezing out between her fingers, so tactile and so pleasant, was one of Jordan's favorite sensations. The fresh, earthy smell wafted up to her nostrils, making them twitch with delight. She took the seeds from the bag at her hip and dropped them, one by one, into the holes that she had poked. Then she smoothed the soft, moist earth back over the holes. Each seed that she planted gave her a tiny joy; a feeling of contributing, of creating, and giving back to the environment that had nurtured her all of her life. As the soft, sensuous mud oozed between Jordan's fingers, she felt a tiny tingling in her groin. The act of creation, of reproduction in the garden, always produced this slight feeling of horniness in her. She squeezed her thighs together, attempting to mollify the feeling, and thought about Woody. She would have to see Woody soon, she thought. Yes, as soon as her planting was finished, she would have a visit with Woody. Jordan planted three rows of marigolds and two more rows of geraniums. Nice, neat rows; fine and orderly. They went well with the other rows of flowers and shrubs in her nice, neat garden. Then she stood up and admired her handiwork. Very nice, she thought. Soon she would have a large garden full of flowers and shrubs, just like she had every year. She loved her fine, secluded garden, in back of her isolated little house, far from the annoyances of people and everyday life. The tingling in her groin grew more intense, though. She loved plants, of all sorts. Flowers, shrubs, trees, all of them. In fact, she loved plants more than people. People can let you down, she thought. People make you promises, but then back out on them. People leave you. But plants never do. They are steadfast. They are resolute. You can trust them. Jordan reached into her back pocket and removed her book of garden incantations. She believed that all growing things were connected; people, plants, animals, everything. And she believed that they were all connected to the infinite, to the spirit of the earth, and of the universe, through the very firmament of the planet. She thumbed through her book of incantations, and selected the proper prayer for the occasion. She closed her eyes, calmed her mind, and prepared to offer the prayer to the Goddess. She opened her eyes only briefly to glance at the words in the book, and muttered the prayer, a chant to Gaia, the Mother Earth, over the seeds that she had planted: I call upon Gaia, Primeval Prophetess, Great Mother Earth, bring us your blessings, Bless this new life, bring it to greatness. Bring heaven to Earth, bring life to the land, Bring always to never, bring love to living, Bring growth out of darkness, bring green to our planting. Jordan closed her eyes again, and sent out her prayer and her wish for a healthy and speedy growing of her flowers. She felt the energy flowing through her, up through her legs, her hips, her chest; down through the good warm soil, through the earth itself, to join her new plants with the infinite, with the universe. It was good. Jordan opened her eyes. The flowers were now well blessed, and ready to grow. But she still had the sugar maple sapling to plant. She had gotten it to serve as the centerpiece of her garden. It was leaning up against the house, its root ball wrapped in burlap. But before she could plant it, she would need to dig a significant hole, and she felt that the tingling horniness in her groin would not wait that long. She thought again of Woody. Yes, she would have to see Woody very soon. She would have to see Woody right now, in fact. Going inside her small house, Jordan stripped off her gardening clothes and threw them into a corner. Naked, she climbed into her shower and washed the sweat and dirt from her body. She felt the water, clean and pure as the rivers and the oceans, washing over her skin, cleansing her. Refreshed, she went to her bedroom, and removed Woody from the drawer of her night stand. She placed him on her pillow and looked him over. "Well, Woody," she said, "I hope you are ready for me. Because I am certainly ready for you." She looked him up and down. Woody was her favorite dildo. He was long and thick and very smooth. He was made of wood. Jordan had several electric vibrators, made of plastic, but she didn't really like them very much. They all felt far too artificial. They just didn't feel right, and they didn't smell right, either. But she loved the smooth, natural feel of Woody and his polished wooden surfaces. She loved the way he felt deep within her. She loved the way that Woody always took care of her; always made her feel wonderful; always got her off. No human lover had ever been as good to Jordan as Woody was all the time. Jordan laid her clean fresh body onto the bed. She lay on her back, with her legs spread and her knees raised. She held Woody in her hand, and brought him up to her mouth. "I love you, Woody," she said reverently, and kissed his blunt wooden tip. Then she brought him down between her legs, and gently slid him up and down the lips of her vagina. She gasped as Woody caressed her, stroked her, loved her. She could feel her juices beginning to flow. The thought of the tiny seeds that she had planted in the garden, slowly beginning to germinate under the good clean soil, and the life that she had been instrumental in fostering upon the earth, had her squirming with creative, sexual energy. As her genitals began to moisten, and her lips began to part, she felt Woody begin to enter her. She felt Woody begin to assert himself, to love her as a woman, to part her and stroke her and love her. Soon Woody was deep within her. Jordan slid Woody in and out, back and forth, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. She felt the smooth, hard wood plunging into her sex, again and again, stimulating her juices and filling her with thoughts of love, sex, and creation. Faster and faster, harder and harder. She gasped, she ground, she stroked and plunged. She felt the blood beginning to rise in her cheeks, and felt her heart begin to pound. She pressed downward on Woody, and then upward, and then from side to side, switching his most intense pressure around and around to all parts of her sensitive tissues. The blood flowed into her vagina, and pounded in her ears as well. She was lost, lost in a world of pleasure. She pictured herself as a young seedling, buried in the ground, bursting forth as a tiny shoot, and then exploding heavenward in a blaze of ecstasy. The tiny shoot in her mind reached upward, upward, ever upward; eventually it burst out of the ground into the sunlight, and felt the warmth of the heavens; at the same time, the warmth of her orgasm rocked her body. She shook and heaved, and clenched her knees together on Woody, pulling him ever deeper into her. She gasped, cried out, and then was silent. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks. After several long minutes, Jordan began to relax. She eased Woody out of her vagina, and set him carefully on a towel on the nightstand. She rolled over onto her side, a dreamy smile on her face. She dropped off into a deep and happy sleep. Several hours later, Jordan was awoken by the ringing of her telephone. Dreamily, she answered it. "Hello?" "Jordan? I'm glad you're home. Oh, what am I talking about, you are always home! Anyway, I need to see you." "Hello, Julia," Jordan said sleepily, recognizing the voice of her hyperactive sister. "Jordan, meet me at Donavan's down on Eight Street, okay? Would you? I need to talk to you about something." "What, Julia? What's wrong?" "Oh, Jordan, it's Randy. He's acting all weird again. I just need my big sister as a sounding board. Can you meet me? So I can talk things out? It would mean a lot to me." "Julia, you know how I hate bars. Why can't you come over here to talk?" Jordan really didn't like the noise, the crowds, and worst of all, the people that hung out at the local bars. The people! She shuddered. "Oh, come on, Jordan! Do this for me, please? I'll be there in an hour." And Julia hung up. "Oh, pooh," said Jordan, to the air. Then she looked at Woody, resting peacefully on his towel. "You would never drag me out of my house to some noisy bar, would you, Woody? You're happy to love me right here at home." She blew Woody a kiss. "You are better than all of the people that I know, combined." But still, Jordan felt an obligation to her baby sister, and she started puttering about, putting on clothes, and preparing to meet Julia at Donavan's bar on Eight Street. An hour later, Jordan was sitting at the bar at Donavan's, shyly sipping a Chablis and hoping that nobody would notice her or try to talk to her. She kept glancing at the door, wondering when Julia would arrive. She glanced nervously at her watch. After another half an hour, there was still no sign of Julia. Jordan was beginning to get worried. She had already fended off several advances from the roving single males at the bar. She hated this kind of environment! Finally, her cell phone rang. It was Julia. "Oh, Jordan, I'm so sorry. You aren't at Donavan's already, are you?" "Yes, of course I'm at Donavan's! Where are you?" Jordan didn't even bother to try to hide her annoyance. "Well… Randy and I had a fight, and I wanted to bend your ear about it. But… he's come back, and apologized. We've made up. And now, he's getting all frisky and stuff. I… I really want to take him to the bedroom and rape him, you know? Maybe we can work out our problems in the sack. It's worked before! But I really, really appreciate that you are there for me, Jordan, I really do." Julia trailed off her sentence with a pregnant pause, hoping for Jordan's forgiveness. "Oh, Julia….," Jordan said. "I suppose it's all for the best. You guys do whatever you have to do. I hope you work things out." She hung up, rather quicker and harsher than necessary. Jordan placed her cell phone back in her purse and glanced around the bar. It had become quite crowded. She silently cursed Julia for luring her out here, and for nothing! She lifted her glass of Chablis and drained it, preparing to go outside and hail a cab to take her back home. But just then the bartender placed another full glass in front of her. "Compliments of the gentleman," he said, arching his eyebrows toward a tall, handsome athletic type down the bar. Jordan wanted to shrink into the woodwork. Oh dear God, she thought, what now? The athletic gentleman was sauntering toward her. He was rather handsome, though, thought Jordan, as she continued to cringe, with his blonde hair, trim waist, and broad shoulders. "Hi, I'm Craig," he said, extending a meaty paw. "I thought you looked rather forlorn, and maybe you could use a friend." Jordan reached out a timid hand, and Craig took it, and raised it to his lips. He is rather charming, thought Jordan, grudgingly. And handsome. "Are you all right?" asked Craig. "Yes, it's just, well, umm, I mean…," Jordan stuttered. Finally she said, "Yes, I'm all right. Thank you for the drink." Craig turned out to be even more charming than he was handsome, and soon Jordan found herself, to her surprise, enjoying herself. She laughed easily at his jokes, and accepted his compliments with only the slightest of blushes. He was a salesman with a local software company, and had only lived in town for a few months. He seemed able to converse on any topic, and several hours flew by. Before long, it was almost closing time. "Can I offer you a ride home?" Craig asked gallantly, as the bartender was wiping down the bar. Normally, Jordan would have run out of the room with her hands over her face at such an offer, but by now she had thoroughly accepted Craig as a gentleman. The three or four glasses of Chablis had helped, too. "Yes, thank you very much," she said. "I don't live too far away." Craig took her arm, and escorted her out to the parking lot and to his Porsche. Jordan was duly impressed. Soon they were screaming down the highway, and Jordan felt the wind in her hair. She was giddy with the wind, then attention, and the break from her usual dull existence. "Here we are," announced Craig, as he pulled the Porsche up to the drive in front of Jordan's small bungalow. "I've had a lovely time. It was very nice to meet you." Jordan didn't want the night to end. She heard herself asking, "Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?" She could scarcely believe her own ears at her audacity. "That would be wonderful," said Craig. "Thanks!" And he was out of the car, walking around to the passenger side to help Jordan out of her seat. He escorted her up the walk. Soon they were sitting side by side on Jordan's sofa, sipping tea and talking gaily like old pals. And before much longer, they were hugging, and then embracing, and then kissing. Jordan felt Craig's powerful lips on her own, and his tongue in her mouth, and his broad chest pressing against her breasts. She was surprised to find her own hands around his neck, and her groin squirming against his. Their mouths were entangled, their tongues were jousting, and their breath came fast and furious. Before long, Craig stood, and took Jordan by the hand. He lifted her lightly off her feet and into his arms. "Which way is the bedroom?" he asked, with a friendly twinkle in his eye. "That way," said Jordan, gesturing with her eyes. Craig carried her down the hall in his arms. Jordan felt herself being wafted toward the bedroom, and said a silent prayer of thanks to Gaia the Earth Goddess that she had remembered to replace Woody in the nightstand drawer. Craig deposited her on the bed, and gently removed her clothing, and then his own. Soon they were naked on the bed, and wrapped in a tender embrace. Jordan felt his strong muscles and inhaled his masculine scent as her hands roamed all over his taut, naked body. She felt his hands on her, gently touching her and caressing her in all of her most secret places. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to her most basic of instincts. Jordan soon found herself again on her back, as she had so recently been with Woody, only this time it was Craig between her upraised knees; it was Craig's erect penis sliding between her swollen lips, parting her, penetrating her, filling her. She felt him slide in, upwards, and downwards, and side to side, filling her in all directions. She felt his fullness, and she bit her lip with the painful pleasure of his penetration. She reveled not only in the physical pleasure of the moment, but also in the rare instance of carnal closeness with another human being. She found herself wondering, between the jolts of physical pleasure from Craig's thrusting, grunting motions, how she could live such a normally solitary life. The feel of Craig's skin, the smell of his sweat, the touch of his hands, the taste of his tongue; this is what people are meant to feel! Her back arched off the bed; her knees clenched his hips; her chin pointed toward the ceiling. Craig thrust deeper and harder, and bit her nipples lightly with his teeth. She cried out in pleasure as the blood pounded in her ears. They reached orgasm at the same time; Jordan bucking and twitching with pleasure as Craig's hips spasmed, and his penis shot jolt after jolt of semen deep into her body. They twitched and writhed and then lay still, savoring each others' embrace. Eventually, Craig rolled off of her onto his back. Jordan rolled to her side and threw one leg over his hip, and draped an arm over his chest. They both drifted into a deep sleep. When morning arrived, and the sun came streaming in through the window, Jordan's eyes fluttered open. A satisfied smile played along her lips. She was happier and more content than she had been in a long time. She reached her arm out to touch Craig, but she felt nothing. She turned her head and opened her eyes. He wasn't there. Oh, the sweet dear, Jordan thought; he must be in the kitchen making me breakfast! She began to sit up, and immediately felt his juices running down out of her vagina. Not wanting to mess up the sheets, she instinctively reached down between her legs, and caught the slick, slimy fluids in the palm of her hand. Glancing around, she saw an empty water glass on the night stand. She reached for it, and let the gooey cum slide down from her palm into the glass. The she hopped lightly from the bed, made a half-hearted effort to smooth her hair in the dresser mirror, and ran lightly to the kitchen to embrace her lover. But there was no sign of Craig in the kitchen, either. Hmmm, she thought. He must have run down to the store. Yes, that's it; she had mentioned last night how much she loved strawberries! I'll bet he's run out for strawberries and champagne, she thought. She resolved to be as cute as possible for his return. She put on her favorite nightgown, fixed her hair a bit better, and put a tea kettle on the stove. Then she perched herself coquettishly on the sofa, awaiting his return. When the tea was ready, Jordan poured herself a cup. And then another. And then another. After an hour, part of her knew that he was not coming back. But it took two more hours before the rest of her admitted that he was gone for good. The bastard! She hated him! But even more, she hated herself for letting herself be misled. Men suck! She got in the shower and cleaned herself up, resolving to put Craig out of her mind. But soon she was sitting on the floor of the shower, arms around her shins, chin on her knees, sobbing, and feeling the water pouring down over her. She was a fool! Eventually, stifling another sob, Jordan got up out of the shower and dried herself off. The sun was high; it was a new day. She dressed herself, and went out to the garden to water her new plantings. Why couldn't people be more like plants, she thought? Plants never let you down. They never leave you. Flowers never wander. Trees never run away. Shrubs never make you promises that they don't intend to keep. She loved her garden. She hated men. The bastard! She remembered the sugar maple sapling that she had neglected to plant yesterday. It still waited, leaning up against the house, its root ball wrapped in burlap. Jordan went to her shed and got out her spade. She went to the spot that she had selected, right in the middle of the garden, and began digging a hole. She grunted and sweated, but eventually had the perfect sized hole. She retrieved the sapling from where it leaned against the brick wall of the house. She slit the burlap around the root ball with a knife, exposing the moist peat and roots. Then she placed it gently into the hole, and began pushing the dirt back around the ball, preparing to tamp it into place. As Jordan pressed the fresh, moist earth back into the hole around the root ball, she remembered that she had left her book of garden incantations in the house. She went in to retrieve it from the bedroom where she had left it. As she grabbed the book off of her dresser, her eyes fell onto the water glass on her nightstand; the glass with the semen that she had instinctively caught as she rose up in bed. Well, why not, she thought? Maybe, just maybe, she had been moved to catch it for a reason? Maybe the life force will be good for her new tree? Maybe she can turn her seduction and abandonment into a good thing? She grabbed the glass and brought it, along with the book, out to the garden. The Tree Hugger Jordan stood over the freshly planted sugar maple sapling. She opened the book, and flipped through it, seeking an appropriate incantation. She wanted an especially powerful incantation for this tree; not only was it to be the centerpiece of her garden, but it was her revenge on that bastard Craig for leaving her without a word. The bastard! She found the prayer that she wanted, stood straight, and closed her eyes. She began to chant: To you I bow; Mother Gaia I bow My life make anew; In me shine through Holy Spirit come through; All is good and prepared for you Heaven has said to me; The earth is the key Goddess come to me; The earth is the key Life is anew, Come through with me. Power come home; Through me come home My heart enliven; Our earth is arisen; And before you I stand, Mother Gaia in hand. As she finished the incantation, Jordan took the glass of semen and poured it slowly over the freshly turned earth around the root of the sapling. She watched as it slowly seeped down into the ground, the slick white liquid vanishing into the black earth, nourishing the tender young roots. Would it make a difference? Would it help the young tree to grow? She shrugged. Who knew? At least her encounter with the asshole Craig would not be a total loss, she thought. Maybe, just maybe, his seed would contribute to the growth of her new tree. The bastard. Jordan continued to fuss over the other plantings in her garden; she watered the seedlings, turned soil, pulled weeds, shored up the chicken wire protecting the tender young shoots. Eventually, she had finished her chores in the garden, and returned to the house, to enjoy another pot of tea. Her seduction and abandonment was all but forgotten. Over the next few days, Jordan's life returned to normal. She spent most of her spare time in her garden, feeling the moist, sensual earth between her fingers, watching the progress of her young plants and the sapling, and sipping tea and reading her books in her favorite wicker chair in her living room. Julia called and apologized for standing her up at Donavan's, and Jordan forgave her. When she felt the need, Jordan took Woody out of his drawer and achieved oneness with his intense, wooden hardness, lying on her back on the bed and praying to the Goddess. The sugar maple sapling seemed to be doing exceptionally well, and growing much more rapidly than Jordan would have expected. In fact, it had grown several feet within a few weeks. Jordan noticed a slight swelling, a sort of lump, about two feet off the ground, on one side of the trunk. That was unusual, she thought, but she didn't dwell upon it. Not too many days later, though, she noticed that the lump had grown even more, and extended; it had grown into a nub, almost the beginnings of a branch. Very interesting, she thought. But she had other things to attend to; watering and fertilizing her other plantings, pulling weeds, and saying her incantations. Eventually, though, the nub had grown large enough to demand her attention. It was lengthening and thickening. It was far too large, not to mention to low and too early, for a typical branch on a sugar maple. Jordan pored over her horticulture books, but could find no explanation for the abnormal growth. Oh well; it did not appear unhealthy. It was strong and firm and hale. She decided not to worry about it; she could only wait and watch and see what happened next. The next time Jordan inspected the sugar maple, the abnormal branch had grown to nearly a foot long. She looked hard at it, her head cocked at an angle. It looked very familiar. Long, stout, and strong, with a blunt, rounded end and a smooth exterior. Why did it seem so familiar? She reached out a hand and lightly stroked its length with her fingertips, grasping it from below; it felt familiar, too, she thought. Her hand, almost with a mind of its own, stroked up and down the length of the branch. Her grip tightened. Its smooth, hard surface felt very familiar against her palm. She even imagined that she felt it throbbing in her hand. But that was silly, of course. Then Jordan realized what the branch reminded her of: it was Woody! It was the exact same size and shape and proportions as Woody, her beloved dildo! She smiled quietly to herself, and stroked the branch swiftly and lovingly in her hand. What an amazing coincidence! She blushed at the realization. She looked right and left, as if someone might be watching her, here in her backyard garden, to observe her sudden and embarrassing realization! But of course nobody was there. Her garden was quite secluded, and not visible to outsiders. Still, she blushed clear down to her breasts. Amused and ashamed at the same time, Jordan ran into the house. Flustered, she threw herself onto her bed. She took Woody out of his drawer, and put him through his paces. Oh, Woody! she thought, as she sawed him back and forth inside of her private, secret areas, I could never replace you with a branch on a tree! Woody loved her back, without hesitation, and without judgment, as he always did. And yet, as the days went by, Jordan found herself tending to the tree, and the unusual branch, more and more each day. Each day, she found reasons to water the tree, feed the tree, and weed the area around the tree more than was strictly necessary. She found herself standing in front of it, chanting incantations from her book, more than she did with her other garden projects. The branch, so erotic even from the beginning, began to beckon to her more and more strongly with each passing visit. Eventually, Jordan knew, she was going to have to find out if her suspicions were justified; to learn if this strange branch could really live up to the potential that she thought it might. One day, a month or so after the planting of the tree, Jordan woke up extremely horny. She had spent much of the previous day in her garden, and she had continuously stolen glances toward the strange, erotic branch, wondering what it would be like to… no, she still couldn't say it, even to herself. But this morning, she was horny as hell. She began to reach for the drawer where Woody lay, awaiting her need. But no… not this time, she decided. Now was the time to find out for sure. Jordan got out of bed, and wrapped her robe about her shoulders, leaving it untied. She went out to the garden. The sugar maple had grown considerably in the last month; it was now taller than she was, and the trunk was several inches thick. The strange branch was almost three feet off the ground, and a full foot long; it was jutting up at a slight angle above the horizontal. Its eroticism was undeniable. Jordan took a deep breath, and then parted her robe. She stepped toward the tree. She raised herself up on her tip-toes, feeling the cool, moist earth oozing into the crevices between her toes. She gently positioned the lips of her vagina at the tip of the strange, erotic branch, and then, slowly, carefully, lovingly, lowered herself onto its length. She gasped! The branch entered her, gently and tenderly. The feeling took her breath away! She felt its smooth surface against her flesh, and experienced such feelings as she had never before known. It was as smooth and gentle as Woody had ever been, yet was as alive and throbbing as a living lover. It was the best of both worlds! Jordan wanted to scream with the pleasure, but at the same time did not want to disturb the perfect peace and harmony of her garden. Instead, she reveled in the calm, quiet, loving balance between her body and that of the tree, the sugar maple that she had nurtured from a sapling, knowing that it was as much her lover as it was her child, her other half, her soul mate. She slowly, gently impaled herself on the branch, sliding down until her belly rested against the trunk of the tree. She felt the branch entering her, penetrating her, loving her, completing her. It was in her! It was loving her! It made her whole. She wrapped her arms around the trunk, pressed her cheek against it, and shuddered with the all encompassing pleasure of being owned, entered, impaled, and loved by a living, loving creature of the earth. Jordan felt the branch deep within her; she imagined that it was expanding, growing, extending. She envisioned it advancing deep within her body, probing to her heart, her lungs, her brain. She felt as if she were one with the tree, connected by the strange phallic branch. It made her feel as one with the tree's very essence; the roots, the earth, the planet itself. She felt alive! She had never felt more perfect and complete in her life, or more connected to the infinite, loving, living earth. Jordan knew that a human lover would begin to thrust in and out of her. Would the tree? Of course not; that would be ridiculous. But soon she felt the thrusting begin. Was the tree thrusting into her? Or was she doing the thrusting herself? Or was the planet itself, somehow, privy to her needs and her situation, creating the loving, thrusting motion that goes hand in hand with the sort of love that Jordan was feeling? Eventually, Jordan decided that such distinctions were irrelevant; all she knew was that she was feeling ecstasy of a sort that she had never felt before, and she gave herself over to the feelings. Bliss; pleasure indescribable; completeness and happiness and correctness; Jordan was one with the universe. She lost all sense of self, and knew only that she was in heaven. Her arms were wrapped around the trunk of the sugar maple, as were her legs. Her bare toes were dug into the moist earth, and her fingernails dug into the bark. She came as close as humanly possible to achieving oneness with the tree itself. When her body wracked with orgasm, she felt that she was staring into the face of the Goddess herself! She screamed in pleasure, closed her eyes, threw her head back, and swooned. Later, how much later she had no idea, Jordan awoke. She was lying in the dirt, in the mud, feeling like a new born spirit in the primordial ooze. She was as happy as she had ever been in her life. She could smell the cold, moist earth in her nostrils; she felt the soft pungent aromas and the vibrations of life all about her. Her fingers clutched the mud, her toes dug into its moistness, and she felt as one with the planet. She slowly rose to her feet. The mud squished between her toes. The tree was still there, of course, as tall and strong as ever, with the strange phallic branch jutting out toward her, looking strangely triumphant. Jordan thought about going inside to brew a pot of tea. But then she decided that tea could wait. She'd rather have another ride on the branch of love. Jordan rode the branch three times that day. And five times the next day. And the day after that. The strange sugar maple, with the very strange erotic branch, had become her new best friend. Poor Woody went unloved in his drawer. But then, he was only a piece of dead wood; however smooth and beautiful he was, however much pleasure he had given her in the past, he had no hope of competing with a living, growing member on a living tree. Jordan had finally found her true lover, her soul mate, her one and only. Day after day, she devoted herself to worshipping the tree, and the wonderful branch, in her own special way. Her phone occasionally rang, but she had long since given up answering it. All that she needed was right there in her garden. On night, several weeks later, after riding the branch many times during the day, Jordan sat in her living room, in her favorite wicker chair, reading through one of her many books of prayers and incantations. She was giving thanks to the Goddess for her new lover, as she had come to do every day. She was pondering how wonderful it was to have a living, giving lover, perfect in every way, who would never run away, who would never leave her. She felt very blessed. But she wondered if they could somehow become even closer. She was a person, but her lover was a plant. Could the gap somehow be bridged? Could they somehow become closer, more aligned, more perfectly in tune? She scoured her books for an answer. She went through all of the books on her shelf, and finally found a prayer, an incantation, that might just do the trick. She read: I bind unto myself this choice, By strength of will and strength of voice, By invocation and to be, Myself in it and it in me. Earth about me, Earth within me, Earth behind me, Earth before me, Earth to own me, Earth to mold me, Earth to comfort and to hold me. Jordan wondered if this might be the prayer to answer her prayers; if it might somehow bring her, and her deciduous lover, closer together than they had ever yet been. She glanced out the window. The moon was full. If ever there was a night to find out, this was it. Jordan shed her clothes, leaving them in a heap on her living room floor. She brushed her hair before her bedroom mirror, stroking it until it shone. She took a crystal pendant, a charm of Gaia, out of her jewelry box, and slipped it onto a chain; she looped the chain around her neck. Then, glorious and naked, she strode out to the garden under the pale white moon, her book in her hand. She stood before the tree. She felt the moist mud between her toes. She opened the book, and began to read. I bind unto myself this choice, By strength of will and strength of voice... As she finished the prayer, she dropped the book aside and looked at the tree. The erotic, loving branch seemed to be glowing with a life of its own. The moonlight danced upon it. She stepped up to the tree, again feeling the moist, pungent earth squishing between her naked toes, oozing between her digits, connecting her with the Goddess of the planet. She wrapped her arms around the tree's trunk, and planted her lips on its bark, kissing it, and whispering her devotion. The tree, silent and stoic, accepted her benediction. She lifted herself up on her toes, and again, as she had done so many times before, placed the lips of her sex against the soft, blunt tip of the erotic branch. As always, she imagined that she felt it quiver and pulse, as if it could feel, perhaps even smell, her sex and her need. She slowly, tenderly, gently slid downward, letting the branch penetrate her. Her natural juices, as always, moistened the smooth bark, easing the way for the merging of human and plant. She slid further down, closer and closer to the trunk, and felt the familiar closeness, and the familiar flaring, swelling, and, and expansion of the branch deep within her being. But this time, somehow, was different. It was better, deeper, more intense than it had ever been before. The expansion and invasion of the branch into her body, which she had always attributed to her imagination, was much more pronounced; so much so that she was sure that it was, finally, for real. She gasped! The branch was growing, deep within her most sacred recesses, deep within her body. The Goddess of the earth was reaching for the Goddess within Jordan herself! The branch reached and extended, beyond her vagina, beyond her uterus, beyond her hips. It extended to all parts of her body; it accessed her, it connected with her, it joined with her. It reached her kidneys, her lungs, her brain. Jordan and the tree were at last one! Jordan was aware of a new set of sensations. She heard, and felt, a pulsing, a flowing. She realized that it was the flow of water and sap up and down the veins of the tree trunk itself. She felt the rustling of the leaves above her; not as a sound, but as a sensation that she felt in her mind. She was aware of the growing and stretching of the roots deep within the dirt, of the intake of water, of the exchange of nutrients with the soil. She was privy to all of the relationships of the tree with the planet; these were her relationships now, and her exchanges, and she belonged to them as well. Jordan and the tree were one. The bliss was overwhelming. She no longer existed as a separate individual; she was a part of her lover, and it was a part of her. She was no longer a solitary human, alone on the surface of the planet; now she was a part of the planet, living and breathing its essence as part of its biosphere. She had merged with the infinite, with the earth, with the Goddess. She had arrived! Jordan tried to smile, but found that she no longer had control of her face. She no longer had a face! She was part of the infinite. No matter; she smiled with her soul, and it was good. It was very good. Before long, Jordan couldn't even remember ever being Jordan at all. ******************* Several days later, a car pulled up to the curb in front of Jordan's small bungalow. A small, nervous woman got out, her cell phone pressed to her ear, a curse on her breath. "Dammit, Jordan, where the hell are you?" muttered Julia. She was worried about her sister. She hadn't answered her phone in weeks, and Julia had finally decided to come and see what the hell was going on. She tucked the phone back into her purse and knocked on the front door of the house, gently at first, and then more urgently. Dammit, Jordan, she thought! What is wrong with you! But there was no answer. Julia took several steps to the side and peered into the window. Nothing of consequence came to her view, just a pile of clothes on the floor. She walked around the house to the secluded garden in back. Jordan always did love her garden. As Julia rounded the corner, she stopped short and gasped. The garden was beautiful! Row upon row of flowers, shrubs, and vines met her eyes. Jordan didn't relate to people very well, Julia knew, but she had to admit that Jordan knew her plants. And in the middle, standing tall and proud, was the most beautiful tree that Julia had ever seen. It looked vaguely like a sugar maple, but was so much more beautiful and expansive. The canopy of leaves was exquisite, and proudly hung over the entire garden like a roof, like an outstretched set of arms embracing the world. The branches were longer and stronger and bolder than Julia had ever seen. And the trunk; the trunk was amazing. It was far thicker, bolder, and more contoured than on any tree she had ever seen in her life. It contained numerous sensual curves, and was shot through with red and blue veins and streaks. It was beautiful, Julia thought, simply beautiful. Julia sat down on a bench, enjoying the peaceful harmony of the garden. She looked at her watch. Jordan can't possibly be far, she thought; she's bound to be back soon. She could almost feel Jordan's presence about her. She looked again at the awesome tree. What was that strange branch, jutting erotically out from the trunk? It almost reminded her of Randy, her on-again, off-again lover. Only not nearly as obnoxious, she thought ruefully. Hmmmm, Julia wondered. What if….? The Tree-Sling I guess you could call it a redneck's version of a sling. It consisted of a pair of 2 x 4's, each about two feet long, hammered at a downward angle into opposite sides of smooth-barked tree about two feet in diameter. You placed your thighs on the planks, with your ass hanging over, hugged the tree and held on for dear life. Held on, that is, until your ankles had been tied off--tight--behind the trunk and your wrists, with a second nylon rope, had been pulled so tight the right side of your face ended up pressed against the tree trunk. At least the bark was smooth. Now you were trapped. Helpless. Nearly immobile. And at your Dom's mercy. It was exhilarating! The tree stood in the center of a circular, man-made clearing about 25 meters deep into a stretch of woods that paralleled a tall, grassed-over embankment. The embankment, in turn, looked down on a man-made canal, or Byway. My new "friend" and I had agreed to meet at the Bird Street entrance, where he claimed to have a "special place" hidden in the nearby woods. Turns out he did. We'd hooked up on Craigslist and after exchanging a few emails we'd finalized things on the phone. His parting remarks: "I may bring a couple of friends. That OK?" "S-Sure," I replied nervously. "More the merrier." "You'll be our little sissy slut?" "Yes. Yessir." "Be there." "Yessir. Should I--" But his phone had gone dead. I was talking to myself. My bare knees were shaking. I was about to meet a complete stranger in the woods for sex. This was how people got murdered. I needed another shot of vodka. Or three. At first there were just the two of us. He emerged from the edge of the woods, about a hundred meters down from where I'd parked, just as my own weight was carrying me down from the crest of the embankment. He was wearing, as promised, a green John Deere cap. Mine was red. He was dressed in a plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans and construction boots; I had arrived in canvas beach shoes, black drawstring pants and a pink Polo. And lace-trimmed panties to match. He signaled me forward. We entered the woods. He was tall and burly. A monster. I hadn't seen pics of his face or body; only his cock. Another monster. We entered the clearing. HIS clearing. A black backpack stood at the perimeter. He told me to undress. "Everything?" I asked. "Even my--" "Everything." I placed my clothes in a neat pile on top on my shoes, pink panties on top. Then I turned to face my burly, bearded Dom. He looked me up and down, somewhat dismissively. "You're skinny," he said. "You healthy?" "A hundred percent. Yessir." I enjoyed standing naked in front of other men. I was starting to get an erection--such as it was. "Other guys fuck you?" "Sometimes." "They wear protection?" "Oh, always," I lied. He looked toward the tree. "The other guys are coming. Let's get you on the tree." On the tree. There I sat, face smushed to the tree truck, shrinking hard-on pressed to it, waiting. Boredom started to set in. This is uncomfortable! Will someone PLEASE start fucking me?" A cold daub of K-Y jelly pressed against my crack. My cheeks were spread, my asshole exposed. He pushed two fingers in. Then three. He pushed them in to the knuckle. His beer breath pelted my left ear: "You ever been fisted?" "No. No Sir." "Ever wanted to be?" "I..." "I could see fisting you sometime. Not tonight but...First fingers, then a hand then an entire fist..." "Oh!" I don't particularly like being fingered but his talk was driving me wild! "Would you like that, sissy? My entire fist up your ass?" "Hey Ronnie," someone I couldn't see said from circle's perimeter. "You starting without us?" Ronnie's fingers withdrew, he backed away. "I was just getting him ready," he said, a little breathlessly. "Skinny little fuck," the same guy said, coming closer. "Can he take a big cock?" "He'll take it." A third guy said, "Hey Ronnie, what's up? How's my sister?" "Miserable," he replied, from a distance. Maybe he was wiping his fingers clean, over by the backpack. "Miserable in bed? Miserable in life? What?" "Yes, yes and...yes." "I brought a twelve-pack," the second guy said. Someone--probably the brother--smacked my left cheek. "Skinny little ass," he said, near my ear. "You like big cock?" "Yes. Yessir, I--" "Cause I'm gonna fuck you till your balls fall off. You have balls?" "Yessir." His beer breath was closer. He was pinching the same cheek he'd spanked. "Huh? Do you?" "Little ones," I admitted, as my audience of three cackled laughter, and beer cans popped open. "So who goes first?" "We'll let Ronnie go first. He's got the smallest pecker. We'll let him open our boy up good." "Yeah," said Ronnie. "Ask your sister how small my pecker is." "I did," the brother replied. "And she said it's nuthin' compared to that black guy at the bowling alley she's been screwing." "Yeah," Ronnie said over the cackling laugher, "fuck you guys. You want me to go first I'll go first. Fuck you. I'm horny as a son-of-a-bitch." "That's 'cause," the brother said to the third guy, barely able to contain his laughter, "he ain't gettin' any at home!" "Fuck you guys! Fuck both of you!" A crushed beer can clattered off into woods to my right. I sensed--though I could not see--someone standing close behind me again. I heard a belt buckle come undone, then a zipper lower. "Hey Ronnie," the brother said. "Make sure you wear a rubber, OK? Don't want no sloppy seconds when my turn comes." "Or thirds..." "I'd loan you one of my magnums but...," again barely able to contain his laughter, "I'm afraid your little thing'd get lost in it!" "Yeah, yeah..." Ronnie said. I could hear him breathing through his nose as, presumably, he attempted to roll a condom down his stiff cock. "Look at that smooth ass," he said, of mine, running his coarse paw over a cheek. "I'm gunna fuck the shit out of it." I felt the wiggly condom tip against my asshole. He pushed in, about halfway. They were right. His cock wasn't all that thick. But it was long--as I abruptly found out when he shoved it all the way in. I felt like I could feel it all the way to my throat. My head arched back against the tree trunk. It hurt, briefly. "Ow," I said. "It hurt little boy?" Ronnie asked through his teeth. "I'm fine." "It gunna hurt a whole lot more 'fore I'm done." He drew his cock out to the head, then shoved it in all the way again. I was glad he'd fingered me with lube earlier. Just as I was glad I'd "opened myself up" in the shower, with my largest dildo, before leaving the house. Still deep inside me, and throbbing, he crabbed his hands between the tree trunk and my tits, and gave them a squeeze. In one of my emails I'd sent him a picture of my tits and told him I was taking breast-growth supplements. "Shee-it," Ronnie said, pulling his hands back. "My twelve year old daughter's got bigger tits'n you." I didn't even want to contemplate the implications of this remark. Besides, he was fucking me now and I was losing myself in the awkward pleasure. "Give it to him, Ronnie!" the brother called out. "Fuck him good!" "Look at this action," one of them said. "Zat a new smart phone?" "Fuck, man, I had this'n. Marleen and the kids gave it to me for Christmas. Takes great fucking video!" Oh god, I thought, as Ronnie's long cock continued to slide in and out of me. They're videoing this. The whole thing will be posted on some gay porn site before the day is done. Well, with my face in profile and smeared against this tree, at least it'll be hard to recognize me... I wasn't even aware Ronnie had cum. He remained completely silent. All I knew was that he had suddenly backed out of my gaping hole. I could hear his breathing. "Damn, Ronnie! You done already?" I could tell the brother was advancing just I could tell Ronnie was backing away. "Small AND fast?" "Fuck you, Matt," Ronnie said, in passing. "Toss me a beer, Charlie!" For the second time this afternoon Matt came up behind me. This time he pinched--hard--both my butt cheeks. "You our little faggot?" he said, beer breath close to my ear. "You like it up the ass don't you? Love it, don't you? Fairy faggot!" The pinching would leave red marks for weeks, I knew. But the pain was, well, it was delicious! I let out a gasp. "Ever seen one a' these?" he asked, holding a gold-and-back foil Magnum packet in front of my face. "Answer me." "Yes--no, sir." I wasn't sure which answer he wanted. Had I ever been fucked by a well-endowed guy wearing a Magnum condom. Yeah, plenty of times. But in the final analysis I decided to flatter him. "No, sir." "Well, get ready for the Big Boy, fucker." "Yessir." Matt didn't waste time with preliminaries. He shoved it right in. His cock was thick all right--but not the thickest I'd ever had. A sometime lover of mine--another Craigslist find--had a cock the diameter of a Coke can. Talk about a mouthful! An assful! "Stop moaning so loud," he said a couple of minutes into our, if you could call it that, love-making. "Somebody might hear us." Hear us? Who? I wondered. We were out in the middle of nowhere, deep in the woods. Besides, I wasn't moaning--I was gasping. His pace was furious. Thick and furious. I tried closing my mouth...but I couldn't breathe. I orgasmed, a dry one, my rectum tightening around his moving cock like a fist clenching and unclenching. I pushed him out. He shoved it back in. "Fucker!" he said. Just as I was wondering--frantically--how long he could go at this furious pace, it was over. He yelled so loud--twice, three times--it must've scared the birds from the trees. For miles. And he complained to me, I thought, about moaning too loud? Something was dripping down my back. Sweat, I thought at first, and then, irrationally, semen. I finally decided it must be Matt's saliva. His uncontrollable drool. As he left my stinging buttocks behind I could feel an inflow of cool air up my rectum seemingly seven inches deep. My hole's dilated opening must be, I thought, two inches in diameter! Now it was Charlie's turn to fill it. As he approached with heavy steps he called behind to his beer-swilling buddies. "Hey, you guys done with this faggot?" "Hell yeah." "I am." "Then I ain't wearin' no fucking rubber. I hate them things," he said, tossing his packet to the edge of the circle. "Carla used t'make me wear 'em. When we first started dating. Fuck it. I still got her pregnant..." The third coarse palm of the day landed on my tender, naked flesh. He squeezed it. "You ready to get fucked some more, little girl?" "Yes. Yessir." "I'm gunna bareback your sweet little girly ass. Ever been barebacked before?" "No sir," I lied. "I've got a three-day load and I'm gunna shoot every drop of it inside you. Cool?" "Yessir." Without further ado Charlie pushed into me. He was biggest of the three. Not Coke-can thick but close. He was also the stubbiest of the three: six inches max. My asshole was dilated so wide at this point, however, that size, for once, didn't matter. The thrill was in having a bare cock inside me. The thrill was in waiting for his ejaculated semen--his self-proclaimed three-day load--to shoot deep inside my tunnel of love. My tunnel of sex, at any rate. As Charlie fucked me he said, somewhat breathlessly, "Ronnie says you like to dress. S'true?" "Yes," I answered, between muted moans. "Damn! Like to see that. You dress up for me sometime? Forget these other fuckers." "S-sure," I stuttered. "Just give me your...e...mail." "Huh?" he said, acting like he'd never heard the term before. "You dress up in...heels?" "Sure." "Stockings?" "Sure." "Damn! I love that! You wear pantyhose?" "Love pantyhose," I managed to get out. He was fucking me so hard I could feel his belly hair scraping against my back. Felt like Brillo. "Wig and all that? Falsies?" "I'm trying to...grow my own." "Grow your...what?" "Tits. My tits." "Grow your tits? How...big?" "B-cup? Big enough to...but not so big...they..." His last words of sex dialog were, I think: "My wife--" Then he exploded. I wasn't so dilated that I couldn't feel his thick cock throbbing inside of me. Pulsing. His deafening shout filled my left ear. His whole hairy body was pressed tight against me for a moment. Then, still loudly moaning, or groaning I should say, he backed away. Behind us, at circle's edge, I could hear one of the other two saying: "Listen at ol' Charlie. He LOVES them girly-boys." "Oh fuck," Charlie said. "Oh god." It sounded like he was doubled over a few feet behind me. As soon as our bodies had parted his semen had begun to ooze out of my gaping hole. Now it was running warmly down my sack and dripping from my little balls. He hadn't lied. He'd deposited a huge load. "You done, Charlie? You OK, bro?" "Fuck...fuck yeah." It still sounded like he was bent over, completely exhausted. "Let's get outta here, boys. 'fore somebody hears us." "Yeah." I had an immediate panic attack. Were the leaving? Leaving me? Tied to this tree? Would I die here? Days later? Of thirst? Hunger? Exposure? Ant bites? The red ants crawling in trains up my shaved legs to harvest the sweet cum dripping from my ass? Would they crawl inside my ass? As if it were a tunnel? And sting me there? "Hey!" I shouted. "Re-fucking-lax," Ronnie said, coming up along the left side of the tree. For the second time that day he told me to "hold on tight." First he untied my ankles, then my wrists. I was free! Sort of. I endeavored, still gripping the tree tight, to slide my thighs outward off the boards but--they were asleep. I had no feeling in my legs. They were dead, useless. I'd been so caught up in the constant pump of man-meat inside me that I hadn't even been aware of it. I tried pushing one thigh, my left, off the board with my hand, lost grip and fell over backwards in the sand, much to Ronnie's amusement. "Some little cocksucker take a spill?" "Fuck!" I cried. Now Charlie's residual sperm exited me in a burst. It was leaking into the grey sand. As I tried to massage life back into my slender, shaved legs I watched Ronnie, now over to my right, stuff the nylon rope into his backpack. He hoisted it and headed for the exit, behind me. I was hoping he would say, in parting, something like, "We'll have to do this again sometime soon. Keep in touch." But instead he warned, "Don't tell nobody about this place. This is our SPOT." "Yes," I said, dropping the sir. Fuck, I thought. I've just given my tender ass up to you and two of your buddies, and this is all the thanks I get? Don't tell nobody? Men! I was all alone now, at the base of the tree. As I sat there rubbing my legs it slowly began to dawn on me. Something unprecedented in my life, my sex-life that is, had just happened. I'd bottomed for three guys. Consecutively. In the space of, what, 30 minutes? 40? I'd had a threesome once--once--but that had been mutual blowjobs and handjobs. This was, well...did three guys qualify as a gangbang? Yes, I decided it did. I'd just been gangbanged! I'd met a complete stranger in the woods, been tied to tree, and then offered my hole to a threesome of horny-as-hell, married, blue-collar guys. And to one I'd given the ultimate prize: my hole to his big bare cock. And the stream of hot jism he'd just shot deep into me. And which now was still oozing into the sand... I looked down at my lap. My little cock was pointing straight up. It was vibrating--with each heartbeat. I grasped it in my left hand. I didn't particularly like getting hard-ons. They were inevitable but...they didn't quite jive with my self-image as a girly-boy, a crossdresser. I didn't like ejaculating either. I preferred what I call "internal orgasms." The kind I'd had earlier when the second guy was fucking me. I imagined it was pretty much what a woman experienced. The FEMALE orgasm. No erection, no violent shooting...just a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. No wonder women got a glow on after orgasmic sex. While men, well...they lost all interest. Immediately. At first touch it was over. A foregone conclusion. I didn't try to delay it. A few strokes of my five-inch shaft and I was creaming all over my hand. My balls. My upper thighs. A mess. I immediately regretted it. Why spoil a wonderful bottom buzz with...this? After regaining my breath, I managed to get to my feet and stagger over to my pile of clothes. The pink lace panties on top--I decided to sacrifice them to the greater good. I wiped my hand, my balls. My bottom was coated with an admixture of sand, lubricant and semen. I wiped between my crack the best I could, then tossed the panties into the woods. They caught on a twig and hung there. Oh well, I thought. A nice reminder to the guys about my presence here. I pulled my drawstring pants--fortunately they were black--over my bare, much-used ass with the understanding that semen and lube would still be leaking through them during the drive home. Oh well. That's why they make upholstery cleaner... My car was--another freak-out on my part--exactly where I'd left it. The beat-up old Ford pickup I'd parked next to upon arrival was long gone, to my relief. Must've been Ronnie's. At some point three rusted-out pickups had probably decorated the side-of-the-road landscape. Charlie, I thought. He'd wanted to see me dressed. I'd never gotten his email. When I got home I showered and changed into a fresh pair of lace panties and--as a concession to new my admirer--nude pantyhose. I sat down at my computer and emailed Ronnie: "Thanks for inviting me to your 'spot.' Had LOTS of fun. Hope we can do it again sometime. Could you send me Charlie's email? He requested it." As is typical, days passed before I got a response. In this case, an answer to a different question altogether: "Hey. you still want to be fisted like we talk [sic]?" Huh? I was asking about gangbangs and he was talking about...? I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that brute, coarse fist pushing inside my asshole. And up my rectum. Deep. Elbow deep. How dilated would have to be? How lubed up? How...wide? I shuddered at the thought. I shuddered with delight. The Tree Trimmers The crew arrived early surprising Marian who had been sipping coffee and reading the paper in her back yard. Mr. Arcon, her neighbor, had mentioned he hired a crew to trim the large tree at the edge of his yard, a tree that had shrouded much of Marian's back yard in shadow the last few years. With the huge tree she had been confined to just a small corner of her deck to get any direct sunshine. Hoping to take advantage of a peaceful Sunday morning, she came out early in just her skimpy night clothes. She'd been outside enjoying the delightful weather for just a short time when she heard voices from her neighbor's yard. Not really alarmed, she felt safe with her sturdy fence and the screen the overgrown trees supplied. It wasn't until she heard the first chainsaw fire up and heard a loud "whump" as a branch hit the ground, that she became a bit concerned. Before she really figured out what was going on she heard two more loud "whumps" and noticed a splash of sunlight on her deck. Looking up into the tree she also noticed a few men with large leather belt like contraptions attached to their waist and wrapped around the tree trunk. She knew, of course, that if she could see them amid the trees foliage they obviously could see her. Well she hadn't planned it, but it looked like she gave a few of the men something to talk about. She carefully folded her paper and was about to make a dainty retreat back into her house when another idea came across her mind. Spying a scantily clad woman early one Sunday morning was a topic of a short conversation, but what if... yes, what if she gave them a bit more of a show. It had been a while since she had been with a man and she missed the way they looked at her so hungrily as she led one into her bedroom. She had no intention of leading anyone into the bedroom today, but she could enjoy the hunger in a few men's eyes. Taking a deep breath, she took one last sip of coffee, set her cup down on the table beside her and leaned back in her lounge chair. She ignored the growling of the chain saws and began working the straps down over her shoulders slowly exposing more and more of her cleavage. One of her nipples appeared from beneath the material as a breast slipped out. It was just a moment before her other breast slipped out, but in that moment she heard both saws fall suddenly silent. Acting as if she were alone inside her bedroom, she ran her hands up her sides and then let them slide over her breasts. Her palms slid over her nipples and she could feel them harden. It wasn't long before they were very large and she moved one hand away to give her audience a full view. She heard a voice and then some hissing whispers come from the trees. Alternating hands, she continued teasing her nipples, first the left one, then the right, making sure that one entire breast was always in view. There was some more noise and then hissing as she noticed movement down lower on the tree. "Ah, the whole crew is watching," she thought to herself as she ran her right hand from her breast down over her stomach and then between her legs. She never wore panties at night and had not slipped any on this morning before wandering outside, so she knew she was just a few moves from really stirring up the tree dwellers. As daintily as she could, she drew up her knees and eased her gown upward, watching as the lace hem slid up her thighs. Opening her legs, she continued pulling the gown up, letting the lace work its way up over her soft, curly hair. She felt the warmth of the sun on her as she paused, giving the men in the tree a long, starving look at her pussy. When she finally did ease her hand down through her pubic hair and then down her slit, she was surprised at how wet she was. She knew she was turned on performing for these men, but when her fingers slipped so easily inside her and she felt her juices running down her fingers she could only smile, picturing the men grasping at the tree as their own logs thickened in their pants. She eased her wet fingers up her slit, slowly working the delicate lips apart. She gasped slightly as she found her clit, her soaking wet fingers eased over the nub sending electric waves through her body. Damn, the pleasure was intense as she worked her nipple with one hand and her sensitive clit with the other. Giving into the pleasure, she focused her eyes out into the tree and gazed intently at each man, seeing each one staring at her as the wave of pleasure continued to build. One man licked his lips while another hung onto a branch with one hand while the other stroked the obvious lump in his pants. She imagined five tongues running over her, over her nipples, down her stomach, darting over her clit and then she imagined five cocks, rock hard, oozing pre-cum as each man yearned to touch her, taste her and then fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. Arching her back Marian moved her hand from her breast and plunged three fingers into herself as she continued touching her clit. The pleasure exploded inside her and she could feel her pussy pulsate over her fingers. A warm wetness ran down her ass as her fingers worked their way in and out of her. She felt her ass lift up off the lounge as she offered her pulsating pussy to the men in the trees. Moving her hands away, she once again gave them a full view of her soaking wet nirvana. "Hey, what are you men doing? You're supposed to be trimming that tree," Mr. Alcon's voice pierced the ecstatic bond she had shared with the men. She quickly pulled down snapped her legs together, slipped her breasts back into her gown and then worked the hem down over her thighs. Grabbing her newspaper and coffee cup she started heading back into her house when she hear her neighbor call out, "Oh, Marian, good morning. I hope these hooligan's didn't disturb you." "Oh no Mr. Alcon, they were no trouble," she said, seeing him standing at the fence. Feeling one last twitch deep in her pussy she finished her statement, "no trouble at all." She then slipped into her house where she grabbed a towel and dabbed up the streams of cum running down her legs. The Tree The man lifted her head from his glistening cock and kissed her on the mouth. He pushed her back and Terri spread her legs wide for him. He kissed the fury patch at the top of her peach, put his hands on the insides of her thighs, and rubbed them up and down. His mouth found her clitoris quickly and he began to suck on it and lick it with his tongue. He licked up and down her vaginal folds, stabbing his tongue into her love channel by the little opening her hymen allowed. Terri was so hot and was overwhelmed by the sexual feeling the man was giving her. She moved her hands down and pulled the lips of her vagina open to give him complete access and penetration. He gently put his finger into the opening and slid it in and out. She was so wet and excited, she just wanted him to rip her hymen and put his whole hand in her pussy. He pressed another fingertip into her whole and she began to bleed a little, but she was so turned on, she hardly noticed the pain. The man saw the blood, bent down, kissed her there, and softly let his tongue slide in and out of the now larger hole. He put his two fingers in her love channel again and spread them a little at a time until he felt that Terri was no longer tense with apprehension. She was pushing her peach toward his fingers and trying to get them deeper inside her. The man replaced his finger with his mouth and tongue again and rolled her clit with his thumb. Terri was cuming and her sticky hot juices were flowing out of her love channel and down the back of her crotch. She found his hard cock and pulled it toward her peach. She placed the head at the entrance of her love furnace and then pulled him into her with her hands on his hard ass. He was very big, but he felt so right in her. He was her first man and she was no longer a virgin. She could not understand why she had waited until she was nineteen for this. He pumped in an out of her and her hips rocked. His cock pressed against the top of her love tunnel and with repetitions she began to feel an urgency flood through her hips and into her breasts. He pinched her nipples, sucked on them, pulled them, and bit them hard. She began to cum again, her hips bucking and then he came too, deep inside her filling, her until she felt she would explode. The man’s penis withdrew and it was like removing a Champaign cork. Her cum flowed out in great spurts. She could feel it hot on her pussy lips and feel it flow down to her ass. He continued to pinch her nipples in between orgasms and his mouth was on her clit again sucking and bighting it. Her cum kept flowing like a river from a new spring well. The man put his mouth over her opening and sucked her juices and licked the inside of her vagina entrance, which was now all the way open and was no longer obstructed by her hymen gate. It felt so delicious; she never wanted him to stop. She came again and her vagina spasmodically pumped more and more juices out. Her cum mixed with the man's cum flowed down the side of the tree, following the patterns, nooks, and crannies of the bark until it reached the soft ground and grasses, where it pooled. Each time she came, the pools became larger and flowed away from the tree in little hot waves. The ground became soaked with their juices for many feet around the tree’s trunk. As it spread, wildflowers sprung up from the good earth and included orchids of many varieties, poppies, daisies and many kinds of wildflowers. The tree was surrounded by a lush garden of flowers and their fresh smell was caught in the wind and carried throughout the forest. Terri lay back against the tree completely satisfied and the man laid his head on her stomach and softly rubbed her breasts and touched her face and lips with his hands. “I love you my darling.” She slept for a while and when she awoke, the man was looking at her quietly and smiling. “You are them most beautiful woman I have ever known.” A little later, he said, “I must go hunt for dinner. I will be back soon.” Terri smiled and kissed him goodbye. She curled up on her side and went to sleep. Time passed and Terri was extremely happy with her child growing in her womb and her belly growing larger every day. The birth of their first daughter was a painful and memorable, but no more. Melissa was born first and then Stephanie. Happier children the forest had never known. They were always smiling and laughing as they played in the flowers and chased the rabbits and deer around. The man was wonderful with the children and had no limit to his imagination as he dreamed up ways to keep them entertained, when he was not hunting. However, he hunted more and more and was gone for longer more often. Terri longed for the attention he once gave to her and the pleasure they used to share together. She and the children found ways to live without the man and Terri forgot about pleasure and love. As the sun set and the fireflies began to flit all around, she closed her eyes and dreamed of pleasure in another man’s arms and it was not he. It was not anyone in particular, just a man who cared about her and wanted to please her. Terri opened her eyes and there was an older man standing at the edge of the wildflowers. He was quietly looking at her sleep. He was tall and had broad shoulders and long muscular legs. He began to approach her through the flowers and around the deer. The moonlight played upon his hair and Terri could see his deep blue eyes and warm mouth. “Hello, my name is Michael. I met you once before when you were just a baby. I even changed your diapers a couple of times. I hope you have better control of you peeing by now.” And he laughed. “I remember you, she smiled, I probably wouldn’t have peed if you didn’t touch me there.” “Not me, it was your imagination, not mine.” He said with a beautiful smile. “I would not take advantage of any child, especially my cousin.” “You are not my cousin, are you? It is true, I have cousins that live far away, but I do not remember you as my cousin.” She said. “Well I am sort of, but not in a direct bloodline. You might say we are cousins once removed by marriage.” He explained. “Then it is ok if I find you attractive? It is ok that I want you to come closer to me? That it is ok that I want to put my arm around you? And that I would like to kiss you sweet lips?” “Yes” and he came to her. He stopped in front of the tree, looked in her face and into her being, and saw the universe spinning quietly on its orbits. Her skin glowed with the moonlight and her lips were full. Her long arms reached out and hugged him to her. Their faces were inches apart, but they were unwilling to take their eyes off each other’s eyes. Their spirits lunged into each other and their lives merged, even before their lips met. They kissed and kissed some more and they pressed their bodies together. Michael pulled back, opened his eyes, and looked at Terri again, taking in her beauty. She had perfectly shaped orbs of breasts with dark brown nipples that strained to reach out to touch him and begged for attention. Her areolas were nearly consumed by the length of her nipples. Only the little brown corona around her nipples remained where hard little blood engorged bumps remained. She was thin, with long legs. Her crotch open to him was caped by soft brown pubic hair and the upside-down vee outlining her clitoris was a lush crimson color. The fold of skin near the head of her clitoris barely concealed its gorged condition. Below, he could see the soft wet flesh surrounding her love tunnel and she could feel that her tunnel was open a little too, showing him her eagerness for him. Her legs were spread on either side of his shoulders and her feet rested on the boughs of the tree. He took her nipples in his fingers and squeezed them and rolled them between his thumb and fingertips, pinching and feeling Terri squirm and arch her head back. He put his mouth on her breast around her nipples and sucked in as much of the top of her breast mound as he could, while rubbing his tongue on her nipples. He bit her at the base of her nipple and felt the little bumps of excitement grow larger. He pulled his teeth closer to her nipple middle and bit down harder and sucking much harder. Terri moaned and pulled his head into her chest, saying, “Where have you been all this time. Why couldn’t you have come to me sooner? I have needed you so badly. I want to please in any way and every way. You make me feel so hot, and horny, and in love.” “Though I have barely met you, I feel like I have known you all of my life.” She caressed his penis, which was very large and very hard. “I will never leave you my love. I have seen much of this world and I want to share it with you.” He whispered. “And will you will never leave me to hunt?” Terri murmured. “I have had my fill of hunting and have great stocks of provisions. I do not want, or need to hunt anymore. My job is to keep you happy and wet. Nothing else matters to me.” He smiled and looked deep in Terri’s watery eyes. And Michael pressed his big cock head to the entrance of her sex and Terri felt herself open to his touch. She was so wet that he slid in easily and then to his hilt filling her vagina. Their two bodies blended as one and they moved as one, kissing and fondling each other as they made magnificent love. And it lasted forever. Terri was suspended in a swirl of images, his thoughts and memories from the places Michael had been, flashing into her mind as if they were there and in love at some other time. She leaned back and he stood pumping his penis in and out of her as she convulsed time after time in many orgasms. She opened her eyes and was startled by the presence of two sprites, young bright faces of girls with huge deer like eyes and rosy lips, red. They were naked and they the put their hands on her stomach and her breasts, admiring them. They were giggling and thrilled at the site of such a beautiful man and woman in the throws of ecstasy on their beach. Michael looked down at them, smiled a knowing smile, and continued to make love to Terri. She swooned in and out of consciousness, as her passion grew greater than she had ever felt before. She was on a bright sunlit hill, and she could see the horizon all around her and the sun was hot and her body was both emitting life and drinking it in. The sprites each put their lip on her abdomen, each with their mouths above her ovaries and kissed her there. As they kissed her, she felt one egg from each release itself and start its journey to her uterus. They skipped and danced around trivial obstacles and finally found the warmth of her nest where they waited impatiently. Michael pushed his penis deeper into Terri and she could feel his cock head against her cervix. She could tell her cervix was opening like a flower to a bee waiting for the flood of semen that was to cum. And he came, flooding her vagina with his seed. His life-giving sperms quickly dashed around inside her looking for their reason for being, then finally found her cervix opening and rushed in and joined her eggs where life started. Terri and Michael came together with such thunder. The sun rose and set and the moon followed. The earth vibrated in the joy of their union and all the animals of the forest knew something special had just happened. Michael withdrew his cock and then climbed up next to her and stroked her as she sobbed and laughed and sighed. They fell asleep in each other’s arms and all the forest was quiet, except for the night creatures the winged and scurried about. Terri woke in his arms, watched him sleep, and kissed his lips while he slept and watched him some more. When his eyes slowly opened, he said, “I love you my dearest. You are my life and my reason for existing.” Terri could feel the twins growing in her womb, her stomach began to get bigger, and he stayed with her. He did not leave to hunt. He attended to her every need, both physical and emotional and sexually. One night Michael while they embraced and made love, Michael said, “Will you come with me now, before the children are born and see the beaches in Tahiti and much more of the world?” Terri said, “Yes. Take me anywhere. I just want to be next to you.” And they make love, hot juicy endless love and when she opened her eyes, they were flying together through the thin upper layers of the earth’s atmosphere and then came to an island, no bigger than a rose petal when they first saw it from above. They gently touched down on the soft sandy beach. She could hear the sound of the waves, smell the exotic flowers, and feel the warmth as they continued to make delicious love on the sand. Natives gathered around to watch and they smiled and whispered among themselves, watching the two lovers entwined on their beach. The natives gathered long cane stalks and palm leaves and built a hut around the couple as they made love. Terri rolled on top of Michael with his cock deep inside her and began to rock back and forth on his penis, feeling her clitoris rubbing hard against his groin. She pumped faster and faster and looked up to see her new hut through blurry eyes as she and Michael came to the most fantastic orgasm together. She collapsed in his arms and they slept again. In her dreams, she traveled back for a look at her beautiful tree, her sanctuary and nurturing place that she had loved all her life. It was early morning and the mist of the forest still hung in the June air. Spider web canopies captured the dew of the morning on the lush green leaves and wildflowers around the tree. From her vantage point high in the top of the tree, her lovely tree, she saw her daughter approaching. Melissa, now fourteen year old, had grown into a beautiful young woman and Terri could see how much they were alike. And Melissa moved to the tree and said, “Hello mother, do you mind if I sit in your big lap again?” The gentle breezes of the forest obscured and mixed with Terri’s answer, “Of course my darling, climb on up” The Treehouse The tree house had been a fixture in our family's back yard for at least eight years. Dan built it when our oldest child turned seven. Over the years it had been a hide-out, a fort, a clubhouse--"No Boys Allowed," and the central theme of many sleepovers and late-night campouts. I'd stood at the base of this old oak tree hundreds of times; to toss up an extra flashlight, offer another batch of chocolate chip cookies or to call the troops down for dinner. I ran my finger over the smoothed-out bark around the attached ladder...what memories. A hand brushed across my shoulder and I instinctively jumped. "Oh, Dan, you scared the life out of me," I laughed as I turned and saw him grinning at me. I was in such deep thought apparently I didn't hear him approach me. "What cha' doing out here?" he asked. "Oh, nothing really. I just came out to water my camellia plants and my tiger lilies." I sighed and leaned back against the old tree. "It is so beautiful out here right before sunset, isn't it?" "Sure is," he replied. Dan pulled me towards him and wrapped his arms around my shoulders in a casual embrace. I leaned my head against his shoulder and buried my face in the crook of his elbow. He sighed contentedly and I felt his body relax against mine. Dan gently cupped my chin and pulled my face up to meet his. He smiled. I leaned forward and brushed his lips softly with my own. He tilted his head and kissed me, firmly moving his lips over mine and gently pushing his way into my mouth with his tongue. He slid the tip across the roof of my mouth. He made slow, languorous strokes around my tongue, tickling the underside. His hands held the sides of my face and the ends of his fingers gently moved through my hair, rubbing against the base of the back of my neck. Tiny electric sparks rippled from the base of my neck down to my spine-'sparkles,' I always called them...and the warmth of growing desire flooded through my body. I felt my nipples harden and press against the gauzy fabric of my sundress. Dan pulled his lips away from mine slowly. We stared into each other's eyes for several seconds and then he took a step behind me and leaned up against the old tree, pulling me back against his body and sliding his arms around my waist. I leaned against him and stared out at the last embers of the sunset as it dipped below the horizon. We both leaned there contentedly, softly talking about the beauty of the sunset, the marbled pattern of the colors of the approaching night sky and the tips of the mountain range in the distance that were swiftly fading to black. Dan's arms uncoiled from my waist and his hands slid up my sides and around my middle section, resting there firmly. He held me in place against his warm broad frame. His right hand opened and covered my right breast. He kneaded it gently and I could feel the warmth of his hand through the thin material covering my skin. My nipples were strained against the fabric and as his hands gently squeezed my breast, the fabric rubbed and scratched against the hardened peaks. I moaned softly. He took that as an invitation and moved both hands to the buttons on the front of my sundress. He deftly upbuttoned each tiny pearl bead closure until the fabric hung loosely to my waist. He slipped both hands into the opening at the front of my dress and rubbed his calloused hands back and forth across my chest. By this time my nipples were so hard they ached with a heavy numbness and the caresses from his fingertips felt like tiny tongues of liquid fire, lapping against my taut flesh. Dan continued sliding and caressing his warms fingers across my skin while he leaned his head over and started breathing heavily into my left ear. He pressed his lips against my earlobe and then gently flicked the base of my ear at the bottom of my earring with the tip of his tongue. A shiver of delight ran through me. Dan's left hand moved from my breast and traveled down to the outside of my left hip. He scrunched his fingers up against the cotton fabric of my sundress and started sliding it upward, bunching it into his hand. When he found the hem of the skirt, he pulled the fabric over the back of his knuckle and his left hand disappeared underneath my dress. He slid his palm up and down the front of my thigh. Then he moved it over to the middle of my most sensitive area, covering the mound of flesh with his hand. The warmth of his hand radiated through the delicate fabric of my sheer panties and I arched the top half of my body even further back against his torso, giving him unlimited access. His right hand still cupped my breast and occasionally slid up and down across my nipples. He rubbed each nipple vigorously and then gently grazed the tips of them with the back of his knuckles. He continued this sweet torture while the fingers of his left hand lightly stroked the front of my crotch. One finger at a time tapped against me, as if he were tickling the ivories of a keyboard. He slid the heel of his palm firmly against the top of my panties and pressed his long middle finger into the vee at the base of my hips. His finger moved against the soft fabric of my panties and pushed them, along with his flattened finger, into my moist wetness. Dan gently started sliding his finger up and down. The scrap of satin that separated our skin was now drenched in my juices and it created a smooth friction as his steady hand moved back and forth. My clit was so sensitive to his touch that it was almost numbing. I couldn't decide if the firmness of his finger against me was too intense—almost painful, or if the ache that I was feeling was my body, betraying me with wanton desire. I parted my lips to whisper to him that it was too much. I only whispered his name and he instinctively stilled his finger and drew my mind back to focus on how deliciously he was stroking and touching both of my breasts. Dan alternated caressing my nipples and kneading each one between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched them into engorged tight peaks. Dan's left hand moved to the waistband of my panties and tugged at the elastic. He slid them over my thighs and down my knees, letting them drop to the ground at my feet. Then his hand traced their path back up to my thighs. He planted the soft nubby base of his left thumb flat against my clitoris and started circling, while his right hand continued to caress my breasts. My breathing became labored. I pressed hard against Dan and felt the stiffness of his erection pushing against the small of my back. He slid his middle finger back into place over my clit and spread his other fingers out cupping my mound. My hips started swaying and dancing in a rhythm of their own as Dan's hand kept its steady movement. He was pressing more firmly now and sliding his finger from the top of my clit all the way down inside me. He pushed as far as possible into my wet hole. Then he slid it out again dragging it back across my aching clit. He started slowly at first and then deliberately began to increase the speed of his movements. I steadied the rhythm of my thrusting hips to match the stroking of his hand and we moved in unison together, faster and faster. I ground my hips against his hand. I strained to press down harder. I needed to feel his finger pushed into me even tighter. With the next thrust he pressed two fingers instead of one deep into my wetness. I shoved my shoulders and head back against his chest and let out a series of broken gasps and whimpers. My unbuttoned top fell wide open and the night air stung against my breasts. Dan's hand rubbed and squeezed them. The crisp air danced across the tips of my tight nipples, piercing them with pleasure. The pressure of his hand on my breasts combined with the slight sting of the wind was bittersweet heaven. I ground myself against Dan's hand with every ounce of strength I possessed as his fingers slammed into me. He tugged hard on my clit by trapping it near his knuckles between his fingers while he jerked them out of my hole and then back in again. My hands reached around to his sides and I grabbed onto the fabric of his jeans. I clawed the denim so tightly I inadvertently jerked his pants and underwear off his waist and down to the lower part of his hips. I felt the hard bulge of his manhood spring free. It strained against my back and the top of my hips. I moaned loudly as my hips spasmed and flailed. Every muscle in my body tightened and I exploded in release. As I arched and shuddered, I tilted my bottom to push back against Dan's exposed tight crotch. I pushed and rubbed against him making his thick erection even more stiff. While the waves of passion were still racking through my body, Dan put both hands on my shoulders and somehow turned me around, exchanging places with me. He slammed me hard against the old oak tree. It happened so fast I was stunned. I stiffened and felt the rough bark scrape against my backside and my spine push against the tree, but there was no time to think, only to feel. Dan had held himself in check as long as he possibly could. He didn't even unbutton his slouching jeans or try to shimmy out of them. He just pushed my shoulders square against the trunk of the tree and literally shoved his rock-hard shaft into my pussy. I gasped. The force of his initial thrust knocked the breath out of me. I inhaled sharply and then felt the flood of burning white heat that shot from the core of my hips and radiated through my entire body like a high-voltage electric current. Oh, he felt so good. He was so hard and thick. He filled me completely. Dan wrapped his left hand against the back of my head to keep it from banging against the tree and he planted his right hand firmly on my shoulder. He rocked his hips outward and thrust hard into me again. He moaned in a low, almost primal tone. His eyes were squeezed tight and his face looked contorted as if he were in terrible pain. His breathing was shallow and ragged. He thrust a third time and then a fourth. Then he let go and thrust wildly, one push after another...hard, jerking, erratic thrusts as fast as his hips could pump. I felt the hardness of the tree trunk as it bruised my tailbone and the crinkly sharpness of the bark's edges which tore at the delicate flesh on my bottom, but I could have cared less. Dan's wild animalistic thrusts made me raw, and breathless, and numb, and hot. I could not believe how incredible and intoxicating all the sensations were. I mean, we were standing there in our back yard, neighbors all within earshot, and Dan was literally giving me the fucking of my life. Just the thought of it drove me over the edge. I knew I should try to be quiet, but I couldn't help it. I whimpered and moaned, louder and louder. The darkness hid us from sight, but there was no way the sound of our moans and gasps and thrusts could be masked. I could tell by Dan's breathing that he was on the very precipice of exploding. My own breathing was deep and fast and my body hummed with the knowledge of impending release. Dan shoved into me again. He gasped and moaned, "Uhh, uhh, uhh..." with each thrust. I grabbed my breasts in the darkness and squeezed them, crushing each nipple between my thumb and finger. I pinched the stiff tips until they burned. Dan leaned his face over on my shoulder and chest while he thrust harder and harder. He felt the movement of my hands on my chest. He realized I was tweaking my own breasts, pushing myself over the edge. He groaned and in a strained voice said, "Oh,yeah. Do it, baby. You...are...so...hot." One last tight pinch and twist of my aching nipples coupled with the hardness of his shaft against my clit and I was done for. I spiraled into a mind-blowing orgasm. Dan felt my body tense and he moaned. Two quick thrusts later, he grabbed onto my hips with both hands and held on for dear life as his body twitched and jerked and spasmed. I threw both my arms around him. We pressed our bodies together as tightly as humanly possible while we rode the lingering waves of passion. The sounds of our sputters and gasps filled the thick darkness of the night air as we leaned against that faithful tree and clung to each other. As the wild beatings of our hearts steadied, Dan brushed a lock of hair from my face and asked, "Baby, are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" I laughed and nibbled at the base of his neck. We were both covered in sweat and we were stiff from the rough ride of ecstasy we'd just experienced. I whispered to him, "I don't break easily. Why don't we try to let go and be a little rough next time?" I playfully grabbed his softened manhood and gave it a gentle mock tug. "That is, if you can take it," I taunted. He growled playfully and bit the tip of my ear. "Let me get you inside the house and I'll show you rough." We laughed and walked hand-in-hand to our door. I looked back over my shoulder and squinted in the darkness. Now that old tree really has some memories!