Oak tree sex

[Sensual_Dom_1966]

The oak tree was the oldest in his small woodland, perhaps a century in age, roughly double his number of years on Earth. They were quite similar in many ways; large, proud and grounded. He had a thick white taproot as had the oak tree before developing its large lateral root system.

The bark felt pleasantly rough against her naked flesh as he tied her against the tree. She examined the finer details of its contours and the ecosystem it housed with some fascination. Since receiving her instructions, a small envelope with Saturday @ 3pm written on it with a solitary acorn within, she had the dull ache of anticipation between her legs. Now she was here.

He had been coppicing earlier and she knew he would have carefully chosen from Nature’s palette what he needed. Like an artist he started gently ***ting her with brush strokes of sensation down her back and between her thighs. It felt like a small branch with oak leaves attached. He changed to a piece of willow and flogged her buttocks slowly until she gasped. The red marks were salved with his cool hands before he adopted another approach, this time drawing runes on her back with a swan feather.

His hands found enough space to hold her breasts and pinch her hard nipples. She felt his hardness on the crack of her arse and felt herself get wetter in anticipation. But she never knew what orifice he would use. He moved away and she heard him spit and then felt a saliva covered finger slowly penetrate her arse hole. She gasped more as her desire increased.

He blindfolded her then, released her and turned her around. The rays of the afternoon sun warmed her as he bound her to the mighty oak tree once more. He used another branch to glide over her breasts, belly and legs. The thicker end was then moving up her thighs to her sopping wet cunt. He fingered her until she was on the edge of orgasm. Then stopped and fingered her again and this time gifting her what her body had been craving.

Suddenly he took her, inserting his taproot inside that made her cry out. Her moans mingled with the birds and other creatures that shared this sacred wooded space. He wrapped himself around her, gripping the tree, sandwiching her between these two mighty oaks, his hard sweaty chest against her soft bosom as he pummelled her until he cried out in ecstasy. For a short while she could only hear their laboured breathing, her heart was still pounding as her cunt had been pounded. He kissed her gently on her lips as he withdrew.

She heard him walk away and then the sound of his axe as chopped firewood and began to prepare a stew for dinner later. Meanwhile her sore bottom felt soothed against the oak tree as his sap began to trickle down her thighs. She was in a state of bliss. Soon he would come and release her, help her walk to the blanket beside the fire, give her water and hold her closely against him as he gently stroked her hair.