He stripped off his jeans while watching her spread out on the ground. Her thighs wide open. He could see her pussy glisten with wetness. She reached down to spread her lips before sinking her one finger into the hole. Dipping in and out, she leaned back her head to moan. With her other hand, she rolled her erect nipple between her index and thumb. He could smell her in the air. A musky scent of raw sex filled his nose. He kneeled back down before her spread legs and she reached out for his hand. He relaxed allowing her to guide his hand into her pussy. The velvet folds divided for him. Slipping in one finger in easily, he was surprised when the slick hole resisted the invasion of his second. Massaging circles in the bottom of her opening, he forced in the second digit as she lean forward with surprise and pleasure. Her breath sucked in through her teeth as her eyes dilated. The elastic tunnel crush down on him pushing together his knuckles as the muscles constricted. It was the softest tightest pussy he had ever had wrapped around his fingers. Just the thought of feeling it around his cock nearly made him cum.
"Are you a virgin?" he breathed against her ear taking her nipple into his fingers squeezing it gently.
"What?" she exhaled. Her large blue eyes reflected pure need.
"Have you done this before?"
"No, I did this for you."
Hunger raged inside him he had to control. He wanted this to last longer. Slipping her nipple in his mouth, he flicked his tongue over the hard nub. Circling the areola, his tongue tantalized and teased her. He slowly licked down her breast, over her rib, trailing the line on her upper abdomen before dipping into her navel. Tonguing the hole, the slow motion stirred goose bumps over her skin. Then, he kissed down the swell over her lower abdomen before dipping his head between her legs to lap the moisture from the swollen tissue. She tasted like apples. At first contact, she arched up in surprise. With his stroking persistence, she relaxed into his open mouth as he felt her clit ripen. Her juices came thicker and sweetly bitter while she moaned for release. He reveled in her as her thighs began to tremble. Her fingers clamped down on his hair as he sucked hard on her clit crushing the nub into bone. With the sexiest little cry, she convulsed with passion cumming with uninhibited force wallowing in the waves of pleasure.
His cock bobbed in the air purple and anger. Watching her orgasm drove him crazy. Her eyes fluttered open focusing all her attention on his cock. Reaching for his shoulders, she pulled him to the ground over him. Her legs wrapped around his body pulling her pussy to his cock. She pushed with desperation until the tip was caught in the tiny puckered opening. He watched in amazement as she struggled against his body. The tip barely entered her despite her bucking. After feeling the tease of her outer rim for too long, he grabbed her lush hips pinning them to the ground. With one clean thrust, he felt her body clench around him in reaction to the hymen tearing. They lay completely still for a moment as she adjusted to the sensation. Stretched, she felt the burn and pain give way to a new feeling. A pressure bubbled inside her ready to burst if only he would move, go deeper and just touch her core. She moved slowly at first on his cock. Then, he picked up her rhythm matching her thrust for thrust. Her hips lifted to meet his. His dick moved in the slick hole despite being squeezed down like a choke hold. So tight and swollen, the skin pulled almost painfully. His cock throbbed as his balls pulled up. He was so close. Yet she wasn't there with him. Her moans were steady and even. Determined to make her cum again, he flipped her over to mount him.
The change in position held back his nut. She spread her fingers over his chest. The sweat slid down the curve of her breast dropping on him. Her hair fell forward like a curtain as her nipples dipped down to his mouth. His teeth scrapped her nipples making her flinch before leaning in again discovering the pleasure in the slight pain. Her hips molded down on his form. She rocked her clit against his pelvic bone while bouncing her tight cunt up and down. Over and over again she bore down on the bone while swallowing as much of his cock until he hit the spot. The soft spot in the back of her pussy brought a ripple and a spasm forward through the muscle. Her screams were loud and immediate. Clamping down on her hips, he bore into her with a maddening frenzy exploding cum deep within her. Again and again, he pumped her full of jizz until he was drained completely. Once he let go, she slipped to the side limp as a rag doll with a blissful expression.
The sun had set. When the world came back into focus, the sound of crickets filled the night. His arms were now empty and he sat up looking around for her. She was leaned against the tree watching him. Quietly, she looked him at him with a profound intensity like she was trying to memorize every detail of him. He rose from the ground and walked toward her. The closer he got the more he realized something was odd about the way she stood.
"Are you okay?" he croaked with confusion.
"I have to go now," she replied smiling.
"What? No!" he exclaimed reaching out toward her.
She raised her arms slowly into the air leaning against the bark. The bark came free from the tree and slipped like arms around her form. Slithering onto her, the skin began to harden from her center. The soft flesh turned to wood moving down her legs until her toes spread out like twigs fusing into the roots.
"No," he screamed tearing at the barking with futility. "You can't leave me."
"I love you too," she whispered before her lips hardened into a knot on the trunk. Her arms sprouted leaves mixing into the other branches.
He did not bother to dress. The empty bottles lay loose from his jean pockets. The morning came and then, the night again. Sitting at the base of the tree, he stared down at the roots gripped with pain. First, his parents came to bring him home. Then, they sent his friends sure he had lost his mind. He refused to leave. He would not eat or drink nor would he dress. In vain, he would tell his story to each one of the visitors. None would believe him that the tree he loved had come to life.
On the seventh day weak with dehydration, he made a silent prayer to mother earth to reunite him with his love. He knew after feeling the love the tree had for him he could never love another human. For hours, he wept and begged for her return without a response. After he gave up all hope, he made one last plead for their love. Taking pity on a young man who had cared for her and her children for so many years, mother earth granted his wish.
The next morning, his parents brought with them the police to take their son to get professional help. They hoped to catch him in his sleep. When they arrived, their son was gone. His clothes still tossed about the tree. The empty bottles were still abandoned in the grass. However, a single new vine was wrapped tightly around the tree and up through the branches. The tree and vine were bound together as if they were one.
