This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it
is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them
anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble.
If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr? In other
words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun!
Let me know
what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? Its mine. That’s
right boys and girls…its copyrighted…so if you want it? Just ask- we’ll
talk.
Dryad
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Pine Trees (MF, oral, cheat)
We have huge pine trees in our backyard. We’d been talking
for years of getting rid of them. They’d drop needles all over our yard,
as well as the yards of our neighbors. We couldn’t cut them down ourselves;
they were too large, and with our luck we’d hit our house, or worse the house
of a neighbor.
So we did what all suburbanites do, and called a tree service.
My husband was at work, and my mother took the children so they wouldn’t
be in the way and get hurt. I let them in early in the morning. The crew
drove the heavy trucks into the backyard. They had one truck with a chipper
on it, and one truck that held the cherry picker that raised them up high
to top off the tree.
The crew included 4 men. They were all young, in their twenties,
and very muscular, as you’d expect them to be. The crew chief was in his
late 20’s, with short dark hair, and dark eyes. His smile was infectious,
and soon, he had me feeling at ease.
I watched for a while, while things were explained to me by the
various workers, answering my curiosity. It started to get warmer out,
so I brought them out some drinks, to much applauded thanks. Since there
were 4 good sized trees, I had been told they would be there the day. As
the sun grew higher, Mike, as I found the crew chief was named, called lunch
break. The cherry picker came down in a loud hiss of hydraulics, and he
hopped out and smiled at me. I offered my kitchen to the guys, knowing
it wasn’t often they were able to get out of the sun and heat, which they
all gratefully accepted. I looked at the cherry picker, knowing of my fear
of heights, but also intrigued with the machine. I had surreptitiously
been watching Mike as he wielded his chainsaw high overhead, and had been
getting warmer and warmer; a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun.
Mike was still outside, getting things together. I strode up
to him, smiling sweetly.
He smiled back, “What’s up?”
“Well…..I was wondering if you’d help me.” I smiled. I was still
feeling my way through this half-hatched plan. It was wild, fantasy material,
a bit of my former self that had been buried since my marriage.
“Sure, what do you need?”
“Well, see, I’m afraid of heights. And I was wondering if maybe
you could take me up in the picker. I know you can do it from the basket.”
I smiled, hopefully sounding innocent, yet giving a hint of what I was thinking.
He looked at me quizzically, as if he wasn’t sure he was reading me
right. My smile brightened as I saw he was reading me between the lines.
“Oh, sure, I think we can do that…You’d get a great view of the neighborhood.”
We walked over to the basket, where he lifted me over the side
and deposited me in as if I were a feather, and I shivered at his touch.
He climbed over the edge as well, and reached behind me, in the close
confines, leaning into me, to grasp the belt there. “for safety,” he replied,
winking at my quickened breath. He attached his and I found I had quite
a free range of movement with it, which afterwards I thought should have
been painfully obvious, considering what they needed to do in the basket.
He pressed the button, and I felt the hydraulics jerk as we began
our ascent. He studiously looked the other way, looking out over the
horizon. I was beginning to be unsure of what I was doing. After all,
maybe he was just being nice…and he wasn’t aware of my limited seduction.
I started to bemoan my lack of practice. Then, we were at the full height,
and indeed, you could get a fantastic view of the whole neighborhood. He
came to my side, his breath fluttering my hair as he pointed out various features
of the land. I felt his hand on my shoulder, and looked at him.
“Feeling adventurous?” I smiled as I slid down before him.
His eyes widened as he began to understand me. “Discretion, right?”
Well, I had to ask, after all, I am married. He nodded mutely, dumbstruck.
The sides of the basket now hid me from view, and anyone looking up would
assume he was by himself. I smiled up from my kneeling position, seeing
only him and the blue sky above. I reached for his belt, and his hands
settled over mine, helping me. I could feel his hardness pressing against
his work pants, so I reached my hand in to keep the zipper away as I tugged
it down. I looked up when I heard his soft moan. I smiled, as I dragged
his pants and boxers (gotta love a man in boxers) to his knees.
His cock sprang out before me. I looked at it, smiling dreamily.
Its one eye couldn’t seem to focus on me, as it kept bouncing around trying
to get a better look. Its head was purple, flat and wide, silently begging
for my attention.
So I gave it. No pretense, no complications. I took the head
into my mouth quickly, my tongue flicking at the eye. I sighed softly,
missing that which my husband long ago had decided was unnecessary. I slid
my mouth lower, wondering if I was still as able. I bounced up and down
on it a few times, but did finally manage to deep-throat his 6 inches,
moaning deeply when his cock jerked in my throat. I looked up to see him
holding either side of the basket, his eyes closed as if in deep concentration.
I began to swallow. Long hard swallows that squeezed his head
in my throat. I smiled against his cock as I heard him moan rather loudly.
I slid back up to his head and then off, blowing lightly at his tip and
watching it jerk in response.
“Wow, where did you learn that!?” He shuddered in amazement,
“Your husband is one fucking lucky guy!”
I snorted in derision, “he’s been turning my blowjobs down for
years…why do you think I’m up here?” I smiled, the dove my head lower, and
sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I savored the tightness of his skin,
the taste of his sweat. He began to buck against my face, his cock sliding
against it, as I sucked his balls. I looked and could see his knuckles getting
white from the strength he was exerting. I took pity on him, and frankly
myself, and latched back onto his hard, heated cock. My tongue swirled in
mysterious patterns along the underside, my lips tightly over his head, as
I began to truly suck. The suction was so great, I felt his balls tighten
further, and my hand went down to squeeze them lightly. My other hand, wrapped
around behind him, as I squeezed his ass.
I smiled as I felt his hands stroke my sun heated hair. I felt
his confusion, trying to decide whether to pull me closer, or push me away.
I took the choice from him, sliding back down to his base, continuing
to suck and heard his guttural moan. I took his hands from my head, and
placed them on either side of my face, offering silently. He took my
offer, beginning to quickly fuck my mouth, I moaned, feeling him shudder
at the vibration. I got hotter and hotter, knowing he was close, knowing
how close we were to others. He started to buck into my mouth, his smooth
gait suddenly breaking down as he neared completion. I let my teeth gently
graze and catch the underside of his head, my lips closing tightly as he
exploded into my mouth, groaning loudly. I swallowed greedily, drinking
as shot after shot of his salty sweet cum poured into my mouth. I slid back
down to his base, sucking him cleanly off, absorbing the last spasms of his
orgasm, before releasing his cock, and standing up.
It was at that moment the other workmen came out. They hollered
up to me in their jovial way, “How’d you like the view?”
I grinned back, winking at Mike, “oh, it's spectacular!”