I Had Sex with a Tree

I walked alone through the dense forest.

I was lost, both physically and spiritually.

I sought the guidance of my village elder. I had just come of age but found it difficult to secure a partner. While I craved one, I was intimidated by all the males. There were many attractive men, but the thought of being close to one, of letting him touch me, was my biggest fear.

The elder advised me to wear my most beautiful white dress, walk into the forest, and seek out the ancient oak tree that grew beside a sheltered pond.

I thought the advice odd, but I obliged the request, and the next day I trekked through the forest in a white linen dress that stopped just above my knees.

The oak tree I sought was nestled deep in the woods, and it took me several hours before I finally located the pond.

By now, the noon sun shone strongly at its peak position in the sky. The area was simultaneously silent yet bustling with activity; I was the only soul there, but the sounds of people were replaced with the hypnotic, languid hums of cicadas and the songs of woodland birds.

Sure enough, I spotted the ancient tree, its gnarled roots rising from the earth only to dip back into the waters of the adjacent pond.

It was a massive oak, its trunk as wide as a small cottage home, its height spanning several yards above my head. It was as though the tree was trying to reach the heavens, as though it was trying to gain the attention of some celestial beings to make a salient point.

I stood for several seconds simply staring at the tree. The elder had given me no further guidance other than to find the ancient oak; now that I did, I wasn’t quite sure what I was supposed to do. What answer I was supposed to seek.

I was tired; the hike fatigued me and the noon sun was sapping my energy with every passing second. The pond next to the tree looked increasingly inviting.

I removed my shoes and walked to the edge of the pond, then dipped one toe into the water.

Instantly, I was met with the electric jolt of the icy sensation of the water. It felt strangely satisfying, given this relentless heat of the day. I stepped both feet into the water and relished the spine-tingling chill that coursed through my body as I took in the change of temperature on my skin.

I knelt down and scooped a handful of the cool water into the palms of my hand. I took a sip – it was cold and delicious. I decided to splash my face with the water as well to rid myself of the sweat and dirt I had accumulated in my travels.

I sensed a presence behind me. I turned around, but no one was there, only the massive tree.

I stood up; water ran down my body and my linen dress clung tightly to me, my nipples outlined and erect against the chill fabric.

I exited the pond and walked over to the tree until I was close enough to touch it.

I placed a hand on the trunk and caressed the bark, feeling its rough, textured surface along my fingers.

My mind began to wander, and I reflected on one question the elder asked me that seemed to come out of nowhere.

“Are you a virgin?”

Even now, I felt the inquiry irrelevant, and a bit intrusive. Though it was true, and I WAS a virgin. A realization came to me that perhaps that was the reason why I had been so anxious to be around men.

I didn’t know what to expect when the time came, if I were to be intimate with a man. I worried that I would be disappointing, that my inexperience would make me a less-than-ideal sexual partner.

“What am I supposed to do?” I said, to no one in particular, as I stared at my hand on the tree. I turned around and leaned my back against the oak.

When I looked up I saw something peculiar hidden amongst the leaves. I squinted. It was red and orb-shaped…a fruit?

But this was an oak tree; the only fruit it should have borne were tough acorns.

As the thought crossed my mind, I saw the orb wriggle in the air, then fall from the branches. I went to grab it just before it hit the ground.

I examined the fruit. Its skin was crimson red, like an apple, but its texture was soft and velvety, like that of a peach. The fruit was ripe – it was soft and gave way under the light pressure between my fingers.

The scent emanating from the fruit was fragrant, overpowering. My mouth began to water. I couldn’t resist…I took a bite.

The flesh was sweet and smooth, creamy almost, with a tangy aftertaste on my tongue. Suddenly I realized how hungry I had been. I devoured the strange fruit in seconds.

It was incredibly juicy. When I was finished, all I was left with were fingers slick with syrup. The juice had run liberally down my chin as I ate, and lightly stained the front of my dress with its honey-hued essence.

I walked back to the pond for a second time, this time to cleanse my body of juice instead of sweat. When I was in the water, I removed my linen dress so that I was only in my panties. I submerged the dress and swished it around in a quick laundering session; the cold water had direct access to my nipples now, and they stood erect and attentive in response to the stimuli.

Again, I felt a presence. Again, I turned my head to survey my surroundings. I was the only one there.

When I was satisfied that I had cleaned my dress sufficiently, I hung it to dry on one of the oak tree’s low-hanging branches and took a seat at its base. The grass felt warm and plush under my bare skin. When coupled with the overhead sun beaming down on me, I began to feel drowsy.

I yawned and stretched and glanced upwards again. There was an odd-shaped branch above me. It bore no leaves; rather it was completely bare. Unlike the other branches which grew straight, this one grew curved, downward.

It reminded me of a massive manhood. Just the thought of it made me moist between my legs; I took a hand and proceeded to rub my clit, imagining myself getting pleasured by a real cock of similar girth and stature.

After a few moments, I climaxed, and my panties, which were already wet from the pond, became even moreso with the dampness of my arousal.

The masturbation session tapped the remainder of my energy reserves, and soon I drifted off into a pleasant sleep.

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When I awoke, I found myself hovering several feet off the ground. My arms and legs were held fast by branches, which had somehow taken on a vinelike consistency, wrapping themselves taught around me appendages.

I struggled to be let loose, but my restraints seemed to tighten in response to my resistance.

For a third time, I felt this overwhelming presence. This time I realized the truth.

It was the oak tree.

Another vinelike branch approached me and began to wrap around my breasts. Its leaves playfully tickled my nipples, getting them hard once again. I let out a soft moan.

A sound like a groan came from deep within the ancient tree. I couldn’t believe it – was it getting aroused?

The vines shifted so that I was floating upright, facing away from the tree. The odd branch I had noted from earlier was still there, only now it was acting like a proper branch and standing erect. The branches thrust me towards the naked branch so that I was face-to-face with it.

Suddenly, the bark around the branch twisted and unsheathed, revealing a smaller, smoother branch underneath. There was a tiny little hole at its tip; it appeared to be leaking sap.

The vines moved me forward so that my mouth pressed against the sappy branch. I tasted it; it was just like the strange fruit I had ravenously consumed.

I began to suck on the smooth branch, my tongue caressing the hole, eager to extract more of the life-giving sap into my greedy mouth.

The low groan of the tree occurred again. After about a minute the vines jerked me back, and a wave of the sap sprayed out of the branch, drenching my entire body.

Another vine appeared; this one wrapped around my panties and twisted until it ripped the delicate fabric clear off my body.

I was now totally nude. The vines repositioned me again so that my back was to the ground, and I was facing the tree. My arms were contorted behind my back and my legs were parted so that my vagina was mere inches above the phallic branch.

I looked up at the massive tree. A realization suddenly hit me as to why I was called to come here. My breath became ragged, desperate.

“Please…” I begged. For what? I wasn’t entirely sure. My life? My innocence? My freedom?

All were now at the mercy of this magical, sentient tree.

The vines lowered me and the phallic branch pierced my feminine folds, penetrating me.

I cried out in surprise, then in fear as I felt this foreign pressure enter me, invading my most intimate space.

I was raised up, and the pressure subsided. Then I gasped as I was lowered, the branch entering deeper into my vagina.

Up, down. Up, down. This odd, rhythmic dance went slowly at first, then as my body became accustomed to the sensation, it increased in speed.

I rode the phallic branch while keeping direct eye contact with the tree. I opened my mouth and released a pleasure-filled groan.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped.

A low groan emanated from the tree in response. The vines tightened their grip around me, and new vines appeared to wrap around my waist and my neck. At first, I thought the tree was trying to choke me, but it felt more like it was holding me steady, as though it wanted to feel all of me as I satisfied it.

Faster and faster I was pumped onto the tree. “Ooh…ooh…” My body relished this treatment. I loved how I was being used in this moment. “Right there…yes…fuck me….yes fuck me!”

I was suddenly lifted off the branch and rotated so that my entire body did a 180. My face was positioned directly in front of the phallic branch just in time for the tree to explode a second wave of sticky sap all along my face and breasts.

I went limp in the tree’s embrace. I felt myself being lowered back to the ground, and softly placed back on the grass where I had initially laid for my nap.

I could feel the vines loosening from my wrists and ankles; I was free once again.

I struggled to roll on my back; my insides were still on fire from the intensity of being fucked for the first time.

I looked up at the branch, and it had returned to its original form, looking like a giant flacid cock. The only difference was that now ample amounts of sap was dripping from its tip.