Tree Dream

Inspired after reading a Live Science article about the-most-solitary-organism-in-the-world (no outside links allowed), and masturbating to this audio clip: https://www.literotica.com/s/fucking-in-the-moonlight today.

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I gingerly approach the massive tree along the winding jungle path, my enthusiastic guide only short paces behind me. I pause a few metres away, my mouth agape, eyes wide in amazement.

There is was: Encephalartos Woodii, alone, massive, imposing. Elephant-like monstrosity, phallic, thrusting its hard wood toward the heavens. All three elements of its Latin name, prominently on display.

Its thick junk, I mean, trunk- almost a metre wide, sending out tendrils of long, exploratory supple branches in all directions. Seeking, searching...

The solitary history of this lone creature is incredible, and saddening. Discovered in 1895, the male tree has spent over a century seeking a mate, but hasn't managed to locate a single female.

In retrospect, approaching a creature several times my size that hadn't mated in over a century was perhaps not the most cautious act I'd ever undertaken, but in my defense, I was incredibly curious. As was the man who had shown me the way here, now unable to pass by me on the narrow path. I draw closer.

As I advance, I detect an arousing musk in the air. Is that from the tree? Or the male post-doc directly behind me? (Who probably also hadn't mated in a proportional period of time, come to think of it). I panic a little as my body, predictably, irreversibly and embarrassingly... responds.

I feel my breasts' sensitivity increase, my nipples stimulated and the rush of blood to my crotch. My whole body becomes more sensitive as I feel a breeze drift up my thigh and stroke my ass through my light cotton shorts. I feel like I'm being watched.

"How do we have so many specimens from this single plant?" I distractedly turn to ask the young man immediately behind me, jumping a little at how close he is. "It sends out shoots" he murmured quietly, "which spread and grow, now 500 throughout the world." "Incredible." I breathed, trying in vain to get my thoughts back on track. 500 males, all carrying on their father's singular purpose: seeking a female to mate with, in every corner of the world.

Turning back to inspect the tree, berating myself : c'mon frontal lobe, why can't you just science, dammit? Just then, I feel the unmistakable sensation of the right leg of my cotton short being pulled aside, and the moist contact line of my pussy lips being stroked. Gently, lengthwise, gathering up my nectar in one swift motion. My body feels so slow to react! I turn to see who the intruder was, but the post-doc had stepped back, arms innocently at his sides. Curling plant tendrils surround us. Was it the tree, or my companion? Or my imagination?

I turn back. Again, the sensation of being stroked, from my knee, up my hip, across my waist and up to my now extremely sensitive right breast, circling my hardening nipple. Dizzy with pleasure, my limbs aren't responding well, my movements like wading through water. The top button of my shirt is undone by unseen fingers, then the next one down, releasing my braless tits, the next button and another, until my bare, vulnerable, heaving chest is fully exposed to the elements, and to my assaulter's greedy eyes.

My arms aren't moving, they feel so heavy... my nipple and part of my breast are now in his mouth, being suckled, draining me of any ability to fight back. A limb (hand? Tendril?) glides down into my shorts and explores my sex, drenched at this point.

My bald slippery pussy starts getting a thorough treatment from an exploring appendage, circling and stimulating my clitoris, my breathing quickens, my arm reaches back, but whether to encourage or to stop the invasion, at this point even I don't know. "Puuuuuurfect" he whispers, rustling closer. I still don't know if it's the tree or the guy, but I've narrowed it down to 'not my imagination', by this point least. (Eye roll).

A new appendage introduces itself up my shorty short leg. This one's a lot thicker and advances with an insistent, scary purpose toward my slippery pussy. He pauses at the entrance, not in hesitation, but rather to savour the moment, I can tell, as he winds up and gathers force behind me, that my pussy's invasion is inevitable. All I can do is helplessly receive this gift of pleasure and that unchangeable destiny makes the experience so much hotter.

At a moment determined only by him, his large, hot, throbbing cock rams my pussy and glides inside, stretching me, riding on the lubrication my own unwilling body had provided him. It's too big to get all the way in on the first thrust, though. Despite copious lubrication, I'm a small person and he has gotten very big by this point. He adjusts his position, lines himself up once more, and this time thrusts all the way into my tight, helpless, soaked pussy. He stays there, grabbing my tits, enjoying his conquest, and then starts pounding me with a relentless rhythm.

Abruptly I burst into consciousness and my eyes flutter open. I'm a toy fuckdoll, confused and between worlds, being pounded from behind by a ravenous New Zealander, neither tree nor guide, using me in my helpless state. His thrusts become most insistent, faster, deeper.

Our surroundings become familiar as my own bed, not a jungle. I moan and his fingers enter my mouth. I obediently suck on them and he kisses my neck. I know that this man will not be refused, and his intensity arouses me even more.

With powerful thrusts, he takes me completely, pulling my head back by my hair. I can feel his cock grow larger and harder as I return his kiss. "You're going to take this cock" he growled in the sexiest voice imaginable. The suddenness of the invasion, his smell (the source of the musk now clear), and those trigger words send me right over the edge and I scream!

He quickly covers my mouth with his large, powerful hand and if that weren't enough (it was) the act of restraining me, the sound of his heavy breathing, his grunts and his growing, hardening cock, just when I thought that it couldn't get any bigger... that familiar cascade of events that portends his own release and crash over the edge... that did it for sure.

"I'm gonna cum inside your pussy" he declares as he thrusts, deeper, harder and faster. I ride on a tidal wave of euphoria and pleasure. Absolutely nothing could top this, I sigh.

Until he does the one thing that can: He slides his hand into the wetland that my body had turned the space between our torsos into, and glides TWO fingers into my tight, puckered asshole. A hundred nerves fire from my sensitive erogenous zone as he hooks me by my ass and pulls my already spasming pussy back unto his insatiable cock for more. I feel like a rag doll with the sole purpose of his use and pleasure. His manhandling paralyzes me with overwhelming pleasure.

"Take my load" he instructs as I feel his massive trunk, I mean, junk, throb inside of me, 1, 2, 3 shots of cum send me over the edge all over again. My pussy stretched and hammered while he works my ass, twisting his fingers inside. The stimulation is more than I can handle and I just keep cumming.

He's not done yet though, and begins to spank me, firmly, methodically as he continues to pump my pussy full of his seed. Again, shots of pleasure course through me with each smack as he asserts full ownership and control of my ass, pussy and... ability to stop cumming, Christ!

Eventually, his throbbing cock finally sated, I lie helpless in a blinding pool of pleasure (pool in a very literal sense here, I'm not being abstract) as the recipient of millions of his seed. The male having located, targeted and taken full possession of his desired female.

"You are a good girl for taking that load" he congratulated, rewarding me with a squelchy cuddle. "I look forward to feeling your mouth around my cock in the morning."

Tomorrow's instructions conveyed, we both fell into (back into, in my case) a satisfied, deep and relaxed slumber.

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Credits:

This story was mainly inspired by the audio story. I read the article a few hours later, which became the dream.

All characters are entirely fictional. Except for me, that's pretty much how I am, tentacle kink and all. And the New Zealander. That's probably pretty much how he is. The guide was inspired by an Irish post-doc whom I had the pleasure of ending a multi-year sex drought with a couple of years back IRL. The tree's definitely real, as well as its scientific name, although the the Latin translation is not. So basically, ignore what I said earlier; everyone in the story is more or less real.