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Subject: {ASSM} "The Orgy of Trees" (F-Mast, Orgy)
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards@yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"The Orgy of Trees"
By Shon Richards

Most people head south for the winter.  They flee the cold bitter
wind and take refuge on sunny beaches and humid climates. 
Catalina wasn't like most people.  For her vacation she had come
here, to the cold dark woods of Massachusetts at the foot of the
Appalachian trail.  The leaves had long ago fallen and the sky
wrapped everything in life sucking gray but to Catalina, there
was no more beautiful place on earth during the winter.

Catalina saw things a bit differently from most people.  She was
a Voluptumancer, and the secrets of the sexual world were an open
book to her.  The wind was cold but she didn't wear a coat.  Her
thin white blouse barely covered her large brown breasts but she
never shivered.  Last night she had slept with a truck driver and
she used her magic to keep his hairy warmth with her.  A blue
skirt fell around her long legs but the wind couldn't chill legs
that could still feel the heat of a thrusting sweating man.  The
only thing she allowed the wind to touch was her long black hair
which whipped behind her.  The hungry fingers of winter played
with her hair, spreading and fanning it like a halo around her.

She walked carefully through the woods and looked for the signs.
Beer cans and cigarette butts lined the outer circle.  Catalina
pressed inward to the second circle of discarded blankets and
left behind hats.  After a mile, she found the secret makeout
places.  Condoms and the occasional lost pair of panties marked
where young lovers could not contain themselves any further.  She
sighed at the litter but smiled at the hundreds of encounters
that had taken place here.

"They know it in their groins," she said to the wind, "even if
they don't know it in their heads.  They can't help themselves. 
They just think this is where people go to make out."  

The wind answered her by blowing harder.

Catalina found a tree low enough for her to climb.  The hard bark
scratched her skin like tiny bites.  She sat on the branch and
lifted her skirt.  Her fingers toyed with the thick bush between
her legs.  The energy of the area was starting to affect her and
she knew that meant it would happen soon.

The first shape pulled free of a tree in front of Catalina.  The
body was green and the lines were hard but there was no mistaking
the femininity of the shape of her hips.  Curves on the chest may
have resembled breasts but the cleft between the legs was
unmistakable.  The shape slid away from the tree and walked to a
near by tree.  

Knock, knock, knock, the shape tapped on the tree.

A new shape pulled free from the knocked tree.  This shape was
definitely male as he sported a branch between his legs that
would make a horse jealous.  The two shapes embraced, almost
melding together into one before breaking apart.  They separated
reluctantly and Catalina was touched by the way their fingers
were the last to let go.  She admired their discipline as they
walked away to knock on more trees.

Knock, knock, knock, and other shapes came loose from their
trees.  Faceless female shapes with long leaves for hair and
round breasts that will never give milk danced along side
faceless male shapes with broad tree trunk shoulders and mighty
erect shafts of wood pointing before them.  

The shapes had many names throughout history.  The Greeks called
them Dryads.  The Japanese knew them as Kodamas.  Catalina and
the other Voluptumancers called them the Green Lovers for they
had no desire other than to touch, feel and embrace.

When there were over a hundred of them, they began to dance. 
They danced slowly, moving with the steady assurance that time
was meaningless to the forest.  They formed lines that swirled in
and out of each others lines.  They touched each other; hands
sliding over hands, erect members sliding over curvy asses and
faceless heads exchanging kisses.  The forest echoed with the
sound of wood bumping against wood.

Above them, Catalina watched.  Her fingers stroked her sex as she
watched the intimacies being exchanged.  She gasped as she
watched the dancers slowly break away from the mass of the dance
for more personal dances with single partners.  She stroked
faster as she watched the lines disintegrate into smaller
couplings.  Catalina fingered her clitoris as she watched wood
bury itself into wood.

When Catalina first heard of the Green Lovers, she had expected
their orgies to take place in the Spring.  It was her mother who
taught her better.  The first thaw of Spring is worth celebrating
with sex, but it is the cold loneliness of Winter that brings
forth the Green Lovers.  Starving for warmth, certain ancient
trees have the power to reach out to one another.  The Green
Lovers reassure each other that they are not alone.  They comfort
each other in the way that Life always finds comfort.  They make
love.

Catalina watched.  In front of her, a female shape climbed on top
of a male shape and impaled herself.  To the side, two shapes
rolled in the dirt, both so eager that neither could stay on top
for long.  To the other side, one shape bent over to receive the
long hard member of another.  At Catalina's own tree, a male
shape pinned a female shape to the tree and entered her. 
Catalina could feel the tree shake from every powerful thrust,
encouraging her own fingers to go deeper and harder.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, Catalina's fingers moved faster.  The
orgy continued on the ground below her.  The bodies copulated,
separated and took on new partners.  Catalina was tempted to join
them but she held back.  The Green Lovers would welcome another
warm body but history was filled with legends of Green Lovers who
do not easily let their human lovers go.  Catalina had no desire
to spend a dozen years inside a tree.

That was okay.  Catalina was content to watch.  After a year of
manipulating sexual energy and harnessing the tension that people
lived with daily, Catalina loved to come out to this forest and
watch love making in it's simplest form.  Here a kiss is
exchanged for another kiss.  Here a body thrusts into another
body for the simultaneous need of each other.  Here Catalina
remembered what it was like to desire and have it returned
selflessly.  

It was beautiful.  It was inspiring.  It was sexy.   

Catalina climaxed.  Her moans of pleasure joined the sighing of
the trees.

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at <a
href="mailto:shonrichards@yahoo.com">shonrichards@yahoo.com</a>.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/

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