"Fuck me!" She wailed as she rode his cock, her large tits bouncing and colliding together with each thrust.
Jack obliged, tightening his grip on her slender hips while driving his own upward.
"O yes baby," she continued to scream, "harder, I want you deep inside me!"
Jack, eager to please, redoubled his efforts. She reached up to pinch one of the nipples dangling in his face. He noticed it felt tougher than it should, almost completely hard. With his other hand he grabbed her silky black hair. When he did, a few leaves fell onto his face.
The woman on top of him continued panting and bouncing up and down on top of his dick. While she did, she was beginning to change. Her skin began to darken and took on the texture of rough bark. Her tits stopped bouncing and were now firm. Her hair turned green and bunched into a mane of leaves.
"Fuck me harder Jack," She screamed, but her face, now a bark covered caricature of what it once looked like, made no movement when she spoke.
Jack awoke with a start and bolted upright. He was alone in the forest, laying next to a giant tree.
"Fuck, must of dozed off again," he muttered to himself and rubbed his eyes. He looked up quickly at the large boughs above him. In one of the larger branches a tent had been pitched. He could see the silhouette of the occupant, a woman, moving about inside.
Well, she's still there, he thought. If she would have left while he was asleep that would have been his ass. It was his job to keep an eye on the woman and report to his foreman if she left the tree. The construction company he worked for wanted to clear this area of the forest for development but the hippie had set up camp in the largest tree and refused to leave. They could get the law to forcibly remove her, but his company was worried that if she got injured in the process, there could be a law suit. The lawyers decided it was safer to just wait her out. Eventually she would need water or food and have to come down. At that point she could be detained, arrested, and work could continue.
Jack glanced at his watch, 3:14 AM. He still had a good four hours to go before he was relieved. He hated night shift, but sitting at the base of a tree was better than hauling loads of steel rebar across the yard all day.
Jack's dream drifted back into his mind. It was sexy and horrifying all at the same time. More importantly it was incredibly vivid, more so than any other he'd had before. He could also recall it perfectly, which was also strange. He could visualize the naked woman bouncing on top of him, screaming in pleasure as she morphed into some plant, tree-like thing. Although is scared him at that time, he didn't remember any pain nor felt threatened. His cock bulged painfully against his work jeans, responding to the erotic recall.
He wondered what could have caused such a vivid dream. Was it being in the forest for so long or something in the night air? Maybe the hippie he was babysitting above him was smoking something and he was getting a contact high. He sniffed the air. No, the familiar aroma of weed wasn't present, but there was something faintly sweet. He turned around trying to pinpoint its source. The smell got stronger when he faced the giant tree trunk. As he closed in on the scent, he found, formed in the bark of the trunk, at about hip level, was a small hole.
Jack hadn't remembered a hole being there before, but he also hadn't really taken the time to study the trunk either. The hole was a few inches in diameter and the edges glistened in the moonlight. As he approached it, the smell of sweet maple syrup got stronger and more distinct. He could see a bead of liquid running down the surface of the bark at the bottom of the hole. Jack reached out and drew a finger along it, gathering some up. It had the consistency of watered down sap, but was less sticky and more slippery than he would have expected.
He crouched down and peered into the hole. Just below the surface of the bark were what looked like folds of wet green vines, all compressed together in random spirals. Day shift must have bored a hole into the tree for sampling using some weird science instrument. The environmental scientists were always coming up with new techniques to sample and analyze. Jack cautiously stuck his finger into the hole. It slid in easily, the mass of soft, spongy vegetation parting at his touch. It was slightly warmer than the ambient air, but not by much. He marveled at how delicate and intricately woven the vines were inside and wondered if this was normal for tree innards. Probably why the scientists wanted a core sample.
Jack pulled his fingers out of the hole and it made an audible pop. The tight wetness of the vines had formed a slight seal around his fingers causing a light suction to occur when he pressed them in. Jack looked at the hole for a few more seconds, then down at the tent in his jeans, then back at the glistening hole. He looked around the forest. No one would be there around for hours. Fuck it, he thought, what else am I going to do for the next four hours?
Jack unzipped his pants and slid both jeans and boxers to his ankles. He stepped out of them and draped them over a nearby fallen tree limb. Hard cock in hand, he approached the hole in the tree. It was at perfect pelvic thrusting height. He guided his tip cautiously towards the opening and slid himself in. His tip effortless parted the slippery mass of vines, shoots, and random plant matter that crowded the inside of the hole.
Jack grunted in pleasure at the stimulation, thoughts of the tree woman from his dream invading his thoughts again. Before he knew it, Jack had buried the length of his cock inside the moist hole. He held himself there for a few seconds, pelvis resting against the hard outer bark, before slowly withdrawing himself. The reverse motion was even more pleasurable than the penetration, as the slight suction and various nubs and bumps in the vines pulled, tugged, and rubbed against the underside of his glans.
