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 This is a work of fantasy.  It is not about real people, and if it is, its
not what they would do.  (not that you are likely to know them anyway).  If
you are under 18, go away, since I don't like to get in trouble.  If you
are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr?  In other words,
go away.  If none of this applies to you, great!  Read on!  Have fun!  Let
me know what you like!  Oh, and I work hard on my writing...so guess what?
Its mine.  That's right boys and girls...its copywrited...so if you want
it? Just askJ we'll talk.

   Dryad
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************ Pine Trees (MF, oral, cheat)

   We have huge pine trees in our backyard.  We'd been talking for years of
getting rid of them.  They'd drop needles all over our yard, as well as the
yards of our neighbors.  We couldn't cut them down ourselves; they were too
large, and with our luck we'd hit our house, or worse the house of a
neighbor.

   So we did what all suburbanites do, and called a tree service.  My
husband was at work, and my mother took the children so they wouldn't be in
the way and get hurt.  I let them in early in the morning.  The crew drove
the heavy trucks into the backyard.  They had one truck with a chipper on
it, and one truck that held the cherry picker that raised them up high to
top off the tree.

   The crew included 4 men.  They were all young, in their twenties, and
very muscular, as you'd expect them to be.  The crew chief was in his late
20's, with short dark hair, and dark eyes.  His smile was infectious, and
soon, he had me feeling at ease.

   I watched for a while, while things were explained to me by the various
workers, answering my curiousity.  It started to get warmer out, so I
brought them out some drinks, to much applauded thanks.  Since there were 4
good sized trees, I had been told they would be there the day.  As the sun
grew higher, Mike, I found the crew chief was named, called lunch break. 
The cherry picker came down in a loud hiss of hydraulics, and he hopped out
and smiled at me.  I offered my kitchen to the guys, knowing it wasn't
often they were able to get out of the sun and heat, which they all
gratefully accepted.  I looked at the cherry picker, knowing of my fear of
heights, but also intrigued with the machine.  I had surruptiously been
watching Mike as he wielded his chainsaw high overhead, and had been
getting warmer and warmer; a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun.

   Mike was still outside, getting things together.  I strode up to him,
smiling sweetly.  He smiled back, "What's up?"

   "Well.....I was wondering if you'd help me." I smiled.  I was still
feeling my way through this half-hatched plan.  It was wild, fantasy
material, a bit of my former self that had been buried since my marriage.

   "sure, what do you need?"

   "Well, see, I'm afraid of heights.  And I was wondering if maybe you
could take me up in the picker.  I know you can do it from the basket." I
smiled, hopefully sounding innocent, yet giving a hint of what I was
thinking.  He looked at me quizzically, as if he wasn't sure he was reading
me right.  My smile brightened as I saw he was reading me between the
lines. "Oh, sure, I think we can do that...You'd get a great view of the
neighborhood."

   We walked over to the basket, where he lifted me over the side and
deposited me in as if I were a feather, and I shivered at his touch.  He
climbed over the edge as well, and reached behind me, in the close
confines, leaning into me, to grasp the belt there.  "for safety," he
replied, winking at my quickened breath.  He attached his and I found I had
quite a free range of movement with it, which afterwards I thought should
have been painfully obvious, considering what they needed to do in the
basket.

   He pressed the button, and I felt the hydraulics jerk as we began our
ascent.  He studiously looked the other way, looking out over the horizon.
I was beginning to be unsure of what I was doing.  After all, maybe he was
just being nice...and he wasn't aware of my limited seduction.  I started
to bemoan my lack of practice.  Then, we were at the full height, and
indeed, you could get a fantastic view of the whole neighborhood.  He came
to my side, his breath fluttering my hair as he pointed out various
features of the land.  I felt his hand on my shoulder, and looked at him.
"feeling adventurous?" I smiled as I slid down before him.

   His eyes widened as he began to understand me.  "discretion, right?"
Well, I had to ask, after all, I am married.  He nodded mutely, dumbstruck.
The sides of the basket now hid me from view, and anyone looking up would
assume he was by himself.  I smiled up from my kneeling position, seeing
only him and the blue sky above.  I reached for his belt, and his hands
settled over mine, helping me.  I could feel his hardness pressing against
his work pants, so I reached my hand in to keep the zipper away as I tugged
it down.  I looked up when I heard his soft moan.  I smiled, as I dragged
his pants and boxers (gotta love a man in boxers) to his knees.

   His cock sprang out before me.  I looked at it, smiling dreamily.  Its
one eye couldn't seem to focus on me, as it kept bouncing around trying to
get a better look.  Its head was purple, flat and wide, silently begging
for my attention.

   So I gave it.  No pretense, no complications.  I took the head into my
mouth quickly, my tongue flicking at the eye.  I sighed softly, missing
that which my husband long ago had decided was unnecessary.  I slid my
mouth lower, wondering if I was still as able.  I bounced up and down on it
a few times, but did finally manage to deep-throat his 6 inches, moaning
deeply when his cock jerked in my throat.  I looked up to see him holding
either side of the basket, his eyes closed as if in deep concentration.

   I began to swallow.  Long hard swallows that squeezed his head in my
throat.  I smiled against his cock as I heard him moan rather loudly.  I
slid back up to his head and then off, blowing lightly at his tip and
watching it jerk in response.

   "Wow, where did you learn that!?" He shuddered in amazement, "Your
husband is one fucking lucky guy!"

   I snorted in derision, "he's been turning my blowjobs down for
years...why do you think I'm up here?" I smiled, the dove my head lower,
and sucked one of his balls into my mouth.  I savoured the tightness of his
skin, the taste of his sweat.  He began to buck against my face, his cock
sliding against it, as I sucked his balls.  I looked and could see his
knuckles getting white from the strength he was exerting.  I took pity on
him, and frankly myself, and latched back onto his hard, heated cock.  My
tongue swirled in mysterious patterns along the underside, my lips tightly
over his head, as I began to truly suck.  The suction was so great, I felt
his balls tighten further, and my hand went down to squeeze them lightly.
My other hand, wrapped around behind him, as I squeezed his ass.

   I smiled as I felt his hands stroke my sun heated hair.  I felt his
confusion, trying to decide whether to pull me closer, or push me away.  I
took the choice from him, sliding back down to his base, continuing to suck
and heard his gutteral moan.  I took his hands from my head, and placed
them on either side of my face, offering silently.  He took my offer,
beginning to quickly fuck my mouth, I moaned, feeling him shudder at the
vibration.  I got hotter and hotter, knowing he was close, knowing how
close we were to others.  He started to buck into my mouth, his smooth gait
suddenly breaking down as he neared completion.  I let my teeth gently
graze and catch the underside of his head, my lips closing tightly as he
exploded into my mouth, groaning loudly.  I swallowed greedily, drinking as
shot after shot of his salty sweet cum poured into my mouth.  I slid back
down to his base, sucking him cleanly off, absorbing the last spasms of his
orgasm, before releasing his cock, and standing up.

   It was at that moment the other workmen came out.  They hollered up to
me in their jovial way, "How'd you like the view?"

   I grinned back, winking at Mike, "oh, its spectacular!"
   Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2001