Message-ID: <45562asstr$1069747809@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20031124.214811.-418517.0.christineindigo@juno.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Juno-Att: 0 X-Juno-RefParts: 0 From: Christine W Indigo X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2003 21:48:10 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] The Teasing Of Mr. Tree [MF(?), exhib, hum] (Christine Indigo) Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2003 03:10:09 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates The Teasing Of Mr. Tree [MF(?), exhib, hum] by Christine "Green Leafy Dragon" Indigo (christineindigo@juno.com) http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/christineindigo/www DISCLAIMERS AND DISTRIBUTION RIGHTS: I'm going to collect all of these flashes and short shorts into one file and copyleft them as soon as I have enough of them written to make it worthwhile. Until then, you may distribute them freely online. This story has semi-explicit heterosexual activity and is not intended to be read by minors. It was tough, thought Mary, to be an exhibitionist out in the country where there was no one around to flash except for grass and trees. "Now that's an idea," she thought further. "I could find a tree or bush and pretend that it's watching me." She looked out of the window. "Should I flash that weeping willow hanging over the fish pond? Nah, it's too mopey. The lilac on the west side of the house? Too fey." Finally, she spotted a tall, masculine oak next to the barn. "Perfect!" She changed into her shortest skirt and strutted off into the barnyard. "Hello, Mr. Tree. Oh, look at all of those weeds soaking up all of your water and food. Don't worry, I'll get rid of them." She turned away from the oak and bent over, feeling the wind blowing over her bare ass. "Oops, I'm sorry. I must have forgotten to put my panties on this morning." She turned around. Her short, tight skirt was still hiked a few inches up, giving the lucky tree a full view of her moistening pussy. "Oh, dear! I'm sorry!" She pulled her skirt down and looked at a six inch long sawn-off branch that had been growing upwards from the middle of the trunk. "Oh, that's my fault, isn't it?" She imagined the oak sweating sap and wondering if it should pull its roots up from the ground, pin her against the barn wall, and deposit a load of pollen deep into her hot, wet vagina. "It really sucks to be a member of the plant kingdom, doesn't it? I mean, you don't get to mate. Mating's fun." After that, she skipped into the barn and flopped down onto the hay. She put her hand between her legs and fondled herself until she came to a moaning, shuddering climax, startling the horses and scaring the chickens. She lay there for a while, panting. "Evil Dead. I'm going to watch Evil Dead again tonight if it's the last thing I do." THE END It's a few lines too long, I know. I'm sorry, but I couldn't get this story any shorter. Officer Koccick, I'm ready for your billy club now. ________________________________________________________________ The best thing to hit the internet in years - Juno SpeedBand! Surf the web up to FIVE TIMES FASTER! Only $14.95/ month - visit www.juno.com to sign up today! -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+