Literotic asexstories – The Tree by Tubatickler,Tubatickler
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.
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