Nature girls and treehuggers make the best of wives. If you can love a big, ole tree, then I can love you.
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As said before, Venecia is a mystical witch, and she believes in talking to and communicating with the forest spirits. Especially the tree spirits. And she had her favorite trees, that she had fallen in love with, and would give them hugs.
You've heard of tree huggers, those nature lovers, mostly girls, who go up and hug trees and won't let you cut them down. Well, this girl was nuts. And it must have worked, because when she would go up and hug these trees, they would rain their nuts down upon her. A few hit her on her head, but she didn't mind. She laughed and picked up a bushel of nuts. She loved to eat nuts. They were a prime source of this veggie girl's nourishment.
Every lovely maiden's got to feast on and munch on nuts, every day, or she'll go nuts. She'll go screaming in the forest, “where are the nuts? Give me your nuts!”
So, back to the trees that she loved to hug. She was such a pretty and lovely being, that when she wrapped her arms around a tree and hugged it close, the tree would feel a sense of love, and grow to appreciate it, growing twice as fast as normal.
There was a special tree, not so far from the pond, that she especially loved. Its bark was smooth, as smooth can be, like that of a beech tree. She'd been hugging it since she was a little girl, and it was a little tree, not much thicker than her. She hugged it every day, and it grew tall and strong from her love. Venecia took Tomek to see that tree spirit she loved so much.
But it's a little bit like when a girl takes you to see her former boyfriend. Her former lover. It's a bit awkward. And you're supposed to shake hands with him and pretend it's great to meet.
I thought your love was just for me. But you love the tree too? Well, okay, I can accept that. You nature girls love everything.
She ran up to the tree and gave it a big, big hug. Kissing the trunk and lying her face against it, with closed eyes, almost shedding a happy tear.
Actually, seeing her in her lovely skirt hug this big trunk so energetically with her arms and legs around it, started to give him an erection. Maybe it was just the way her buttocks stuck out when she hugged that tree in her lime-colored, flouncy skirt, but he soon had a tree trunk of his own that was standing and ready for the nature girl. It, too, needed a hug.
So he went up and joined her. He put his arms around her and the tree, hugging them both, saying it's great to meet the tree spirit.
She is now pressed between Tomek and the tree, as he kisses and licks her face. He is happy that he loves her true friend too. But then she feels Tomek's man-tree growing and pressing against her rump. And now she realizes, too late, why he’s suddenly so amorous.
He lifts her skirt and sinks into her. Then begins doing what a man does best. Pumping and humping his hips into his woman's backside. Once a woman is caught like this, pressed between her lover's cock and a tree, she knows she can't squiggle her way out of this. Pressed up against the tree, she now has to take it like a woman.
His cock is hard, insistent, and rather demanding. She hugs the tree even more, for emotional support, and leans her cheek against the tree's smooth bark, and soon begins to moan.
The tree feels her spirit, feels the emotions she's going through as she wails.
The tree loves her, but the one thing it couldn't give her was a cock. A cock full of the human life seed. And so it lives now vicariously, as Venecia is now ‘getting it’, while she hugged the tree.
As Tomek fucked her, he thought of the time, years ago, when he was just 14 or so, and an older girl in school, one of the 'mean girls', looked at him and said “go fuck a tree!”
And he'd gone out into the woods for a long walk the next day, and by chance, saw a tree with an open wound, an open rupture on the side of its trunk. From the shape of this wound, with all its furrows and flaps, it looked like a pussy. He'd never seen a real pussy before, but once in the woods, by the hobo camp, he found a magazine that was full of them. They looked just like this hole in the tree.
[TO DRAW]
So he took out his cock and began stroking it. He wanted to fuck that tree, like the mean girl told him to. But he was afraid of getting wood splinters in his dick. That's worse than porcupine quills. (I don't know how porcupines 'do it', I wouldn't want to be one of them.)
So instead he just got up real close to it, and stroking himself, spurted into the tree wound. A pudding of his cream set in the bottom of its crevice, now slowly dripping out.
But now at last, as a grown man, he is fucking a tree. Or at least, fucking his woman who is hugging a tree. A true tree hugger of a girl, who can never let go of her tree friend, even when you're making love to her. So I guess it's kind of a threesome. She can hug the tree spirit’s big strong trunk, as long as I get to fuck her.