The Tree House

	Sitting at home, alone, I waited for your call. The phone rang; a nervous chill ran up my spine. As I reached for the phone and caught my breath, I clicked "send" and heard your voice.
	"Hey Suzie, I'm here. You want directions?"
	"Hey Chris! Yeah, I have paper right here." 
	You gave me the directions, I drew a little map. Only a half hour before I could see you, taste you, till my clothes would come off. But I didn't know that yet.
	Nervous energy got me moving. We had planned for this day for a few weeks, and I was very excited and nervous for what was to come.  I sprayed my favorite perfume, musky and thick, put the finishing touches of my make up on, and headed for the door. I stopped halfway and went back to my dresser and grabbed a fresh pair of thongs.
	"I'm going to need these later," I confessed, already aware of the juices in my pants.
	The drive was shorter than I expected, and I arrived early. I parked the car, reached down and grabbed my purse, checked my makeup and shut the car off. You were at my window.
	Startled, I yelled some random obscenity, and then smiled ever so curtly in reply to your cocky grin.
	"Scared ya didn't I!" You started to gloat, but I didn't let you finish. I stepped out of the car and pressed my lips to yours, using my tongue to separate your soft lips, pressing my body into yours, feeling your cock awaken to greet my clothed pussy. 
	"What are we waiting for," I said as I broke away from your grasp. "Lets get inside!"
	I smiled at you, and walked towards the house, you following behind, muttering about what a tease I am.
	I opened the door and gasped. It was nothing that I had ever seen before. The home appeared normal from the outside, but stepping in revealed something erotic, a sensual overtone to my already intrigued eyes.
	You grabbed my hand, leading me through the foyer and into the hallway. "Come on, there's something I want you to see."
	I looked up and around, taking in the awesome sight. Glass panels surrounded a huge oak tree right in the middle of the house. From where I stood, I felt as if I was in a tree fort, high in the misty fog of a forest.
	"Oh my, this is the coolest thing I have ever seen before," I exclaimed, feeling my eroticism intensifying at the sight of this marvelous oak tree.
	You pulled open one of the glass doors and lead me onto a patio, about three feet down. "Look up," you commanded, with excitement that matched mine.
	I did as told. At this point, I was so taken by the intense sexuality of this home; I wanted you right then, against the glass, you pounding hard inside me, with the grand view of this tree, being outside, yet in.
	I stared up through the opening created for this tree, watching the leaves tremble in the gentle breeze, I felt myself tremble right along with them. Your grasp became tighter, holding my back closer to your chest, closer to your pulsing cock; I felt it grow larger against my buttocks, as you enjoyed my child-like excitement over this tree.
	I broke free from your grasp and planted a wet kiss on your waiting lips. Then, as I turned to go inside, you ran your hand up the side of my bare thigh and underneath my skirt, using your fingers to move my thong aside. Your fingers started to penetrate my slippery pussy. I allowed you to get them wet, long enough to make you want more, and pulled away; grabbing the hand you just had inside me and licking my sweet juices clean off. I took your face in my hands and shared my taste with you, slipping my hand under your ass, sliding up the crack ever so slow, then down again to your balls, cupping them from outside your pants, letting you know I want more, but not right now.
	"So, show me the rest of the house, pleeeeeeeease," I teased, halfway up the patio stairs, pulling you with me.
	You took a deep, agonizing breath, as you realized I wasn't putting out right now. "Sure, I'll give you the quick once-over, as long as you can give me a 'quick once-over' afterwards..." You looked so cute, I couldn't say no.
	"Sure, Chris, how can I resist those lips? After the tour, can we order some pizza? Then we'll see about that 'quick once-over'."
	You gratefully looked into my eyes, and started the quick tour. Everything seemed surreal, all the bedrooms opened to the glass-enclosed beauty, the living room furniture faced the magnificent view, and the kitchen opened in such a way that the oak seemed like a dinner guest. The mystical feeling I got by that tree amazed me, it scared me, but excited me all the same. Its power and phallic qualities aroused me, and I gave you "that" look. We didn't get to finish the tour, as I prompted you with my eyes to call for pizza so I could get you naked. You went straight to the phone, and dialed the pizza place.  
	When you got off the phone, I was already naked, laying half-on the couch, my ass hanging off, legs spread wide. With my fingers inside my pussy, I stroked my clit with my thumb, pulling my fingers in and out of my vagina, letting the abundance of juices drip from my fingers to the floor. You took your pants off and let your cock fall out, half hard already. I sat up and grabbed your ass to pull you closer. I wrapped my mouth around your soft cock and started taking it in and out using my tongue, feeling your cock get harder with each pull and push. I licked and teased your balls; kissing and nibbling them, making you twitch.  I broke away from you, and bent over, ass in the air, stomach on the edge of the couch. My arm under my stomach, my fingers playing with the outer lips of my pussy, begging you to penetrate me. You hard cock slipped inside and you started pumping, my hips twisting to help, my fingers working my clit, intensifying the feeling in my pussy. Your hands grabbed my hips, as you pushed and penetrated further inside, balls slapping against my ass, sticking and pulling away, wet from my juices. My breath quickened and my moans turned into screams. I worked my clit and told you I was cumming, which made you, pound harder and faster, and sending chills all over my body. I started to feel the orgasm climb from my clit to my toes and back to my head, running up my thighs to the tips of my hard nipples. You reached over and grabbed one breast, twisting and pinching my nipple, making me scream louder, pumping harder inside, your length ripping my vagina, pounding against my cervix, hurting yet feeling so good. You started to moan as I climaxed as well, feeling the rush of cum inside, increasing the temperature inside my pussy. You pulled out fast; I turned around and took your cock in my mouth, tasting the mixture of your salty juice with my sweetness, finishing you off. You stooped down to my pussy and licked it dry, like eating fruit, sucking and letting the juices run down your face. Our faces met and we melted together, sharing our tastes, still trembling from orgasm. The doorbell rang.
	I quickly put on your shirt and ran for the door, half dressed. The pizza guy, no more than 16 years old, gave me a strange "am I interrupting something" look as we exchanged pizza for money. He fumbled for change; I told him to keep it, winked and shut the door. I am sure he went home that night with something to masturbate to, as I know my thighs glistened with sex juices.
	I set the pizza on the counter and you grabbed my hand to take me on a tour of the rest of the house. All three bedrooms, I noticed, had doors that opened to the "tree room" as I now called it.  In fact, every room besides the master bathroom had a view into the tree room.  Still, something about that tree made me hot, my clit pulsating in my wet thong, awaiting your touch again. I decided to wait till after we ate, savoring the feeling of bursting through my panties, wanting that lustful touch, I could taste the sweetness of myself still lingering on my lips. I had to wait, the anticipation was worth it. 
	We sat down to eat, half watching a movie on TV, half watching the sun set from the front window, making slow shadows across the house, electrified by the glass surrounding the old oak tree. My intense need for that tree, the magnetism pulling me toward its mass, was taking over. We got up to smoke a cigarette beside its glory. 
	The silence was deafening, yet I was more turned on now than before. I reached over and touched the tree, not believing it was real, but feeling the gruff bark pierce my hand, while I caressed it, stroking it with my hand.  I felt in control, the sheer mass of it created more fluid in my swollen pussy. Unable to take much more of my self-teasing (or was it torture? Whichever it was, I liked it.) I got up and straddled you on the lawn chair, pressing my hot lips against yours, my tongue finding yours. We kissed and let our hands explore each other’s bodies until our breathing became quick and fast. Your cock was pulsing against my wet thong, trying to break free from your jeans. Our hips colliding, heightening the friction. Without a word, we both got up and went to the bedroom.
	"Shit, I promised my buddy I wouldn’t have sex in his bed," your conscious got the best of you, as you leapt back off the bed.
	"No matter, grab a towel and lay it on the floor. I don’t mind getting rug burns; I just want you inside me!" I commanded, hot and horny, I wanted it any way I could get it. 
	You'd never seen me like this before, so you followed my orders and together we fell to the floor, picking up where we left off in the tree room. One by one, our articles of clothing came off, as we reached for each other’s mouths. You broke free, and moved your head down to my pussy. You hands slid under my ass, diving right into my slippery lips, licking and drinking my juice. I felt your tongue moving around my clit in fast flickers, then around my swollen opening, pulsing and smoothly caressing my womanhood. I stopped you, my legs trembling, wanting more, but wanting your cock hard inside me.  You brought your face to mine, sharing my sweetness and the leftover muskiness from the sex earlier. As I lapped up the remains of my on your lips, I felt your hard cock pressing into my swollen vagina, wanting entry. I led my hand to your cock and pushed it in, letting you melt into my molten flesh; both of us let out a slow moan, feeling the swollenness of my pussy engulf your hard cock. 
	Thrusting into me, your mouth went to my nipples, biting sucking and teasing them with your tongue, sending shocks of ecstasy down to my clit. Our mouths collided together, clumsily and wet, the passion was exploding, your pushes got harder and faster, my hips rose to meet yours. 
	Rolling around on the floor, our bodies intertwined, my moans and screams were uncontrolled and piercing, just the way you like it. Knowing that you are pleasing me is what made your passion heighten and your cock push further inside. It hurt me, but it is a good hurt, pushing against my cervix, hitting that special spot with every push, every pull. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to have control. I rolled you over on your back and sat up, you still rock hard inside me, throbbing, craving that sweet release. My hands were firmly planted on your chest to steady my shaky orgasmic body. I went to work, rocking up and down on your slippery shaft, teasing you by balancing your head just inside my swollen pussy, then coming down quick and hard, jump-starting the sensation through your groin.
	I had complete control. You had a crazed look in your eyes, telling me you are ready for release, but I was painfully keeping you on the edge. Your movements, the way you thrust your hips into mine, the way your nails dug into my back, the way your head hit the pillow when I thrust you deeper inside me, those all tell me you like me in control, but not for long. 
	Your animal hunger took over, and you threw me off of you, and I saw that look in your eyes, and waited for command. With one motion, you grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up on my hands and knees, telling me how bad I am by working you up this way. I like being dominated, and I knew just how to get you to this point. All I could do was smile with that sexy look you love, and allow you to take me from behind.
	I am always tighter when in the doggy style position and my pussy being extra swollen didn't help your case. It took you some working to penetrate through the slippery swollen lips. Once you did, a low moan came from your lips, and you had to stop for a second, and gain control once again. All the nerve endings in my vagina were extra sensitive, every movement was sheer pleasure and pain at once, and I was quivering under you. You held my hips to steady me, and began slowly working yourself in and out of my hot pussy. You balanced the head of your cock just inside me, holding my hips in place, then started pushing in about 2 inches then pulling out, fucking me with just the head of your hard cock, teasing me like I hate to be teased, but then again, I loved every second of it. Every push and pull sent shock waves to the tips of my erect nipples. I played with them, pulling and twisting them, grabbing my breast wholly, massaging and caressing, enhancing my excitement. I felt your balls slapping against my ass as you started going faster, pushing as far as you could go inside me, rocking my body against the floor, creating friction not just between us but between me and the floor. I just knew I was going to be in pain later, but being fucked like this was well worth it. Your hand crept along the side of my stomach and under my belly, reaching to my clit, feeling it swollen and pulsing under your fingers. Your touch sent shock waves through my body, to every pore, making my breathing heavier, I started to moan and scream, so loud I knew I would wake the neighbors, which I am sure I did. My hand instinctively went to your ass, helping you thrust inside me, my body craving more of you, and I knowing you couldn’t be any more inside me without tearing something. I didn’t care, bloody or not, I was hungry for more. My muscles tightened around your cock, bringing you closer to cumming, your groans and grunts louder with each thrust. Your hand smacked my ass, and the sheer pain of it forced me into orgasm, shaking, screaming for more, taking me to my peak, my screams louder yet. Your speed increased at that, pumping and sliding in and out, slapping my ass again and again with your hand, wet from my juices. My orgasm extended, the pleasure almost too much for me, you started to release, I felt your cock grow and pulse inside me, your movements became jagged, your breath shallow, your moans deeper. Your body was shaking over mine, your grasp still tight on my hips and clit, working both, making me climax over and over with little peaks of pleasure added to my big one. I was trembling, the orgasm too much for me to take anymore. I begged you to stop, but you hadn't finished the passion still aflame, aftershocks rocked my body. I was light headed, woozy; I felt like I was in a dream state... then everything went black.
	You shook me back to reality. I looked around for a second, wondering where I was and what had happened. Then I became aware of my nakedness, my throbbing pussy and the moistness between my legs. You told me that I passed out, but not before cumming for almost ten minutes straight. Then you smiled and chuckled to yourself and laid back on the floor with your arms behind your head. You motioned to me with your head, and I laid down next to you, with my head on your heaving chest, still trying to catch your breath from the incredible sex we just had.
	I thought for a second, the memories of the night coming back to the grand tree, the quickie, and me on the couch, the pizza guy, and this last excursion, all making me moist again. I looked up and you and asked, "you up for seconds?"