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Subject: {ASSM} [BSFSF] The Teasing Of Mr. Tree [MF(?), exhib, hum] (Christine Indigo)
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The Teasing Of Mr. Tree [MF(?), exhib, hum]
by Christine "Green Leafy Dragon" Indigo (christineindigo@juno.com)
http://www.asstr.org/~christineindigo

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.






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