Under The Oak Tree Uncensored Novels & Stories

He let go of me and gestured to the window. I took a step closer and looked down, what I saw made me both scared and upset. In the clearing between the trees were three men and a woman, all naked. The woman was gelding between the two, while they penetrated her at the same time, the third looked and caressed. I felt the bile rise in my throat, what a sick game this p ** t is playing. Does he think I should enjoy a r * e scene, he must be out of his mind.

Their act began to pick up intensity and as a result, they became drenched in sweat as they rutted long and hard beneath the rather appropriately naked "Knotting Tree." Not far from where Conway's naked ass bounced in reaction to flexing between Porter's slender pale thighs, Owen had happened upon the scene, a gasp filling him as he watched his lover pound the new arrival's sex with reckless abandon desperate from the sounds of them howling and snarling in the distance to breed him as per the compulsion from their instinct.

In my mind, I am running naked through the woods. I am a very good animal. I am a very bad animal. In my mind, we are crashing through the trees, scratched and bleeding from the branches and thorns, daring to be chased, wanting to be caught until we end up here, against this old oak. He is moaning as he pumps me fiercely. Little bits of moss are clinging to my lips and it turns me on. His hands, his hot cock, the river, the sunbeam on my neck, the smell of his skin, it all turns me on. He convulses hard with orgasm, pulsing against me, groaning low and soft like water on spawning gravel. The poor oak shudders and a couple of galls fall to the ground. This makes me want it all over again, of

Hanging heavy, broadly arched and bobbing, it put on a show, as I reached for my underwear, and tossed it into the pile of clothes. I caught them both looking and smiled discreetly, as Jodi flashed a just-fucked smile, "It's really cool to make love under orange trees and palms." She giggled, "but that American Sausage Tree, named Rob, felt amazing. Mr. Sausage Tree, what do you think of our beach-themed sausage fest?" "Love it...that was one hell of an intermission...it was amazing!" "Intermission...what?" "Yeah, we have to finish the tour," grinning, "in the nude."

Large ancient oak trees worked as astute wardens, encircling the field and providing a sense of protection and obscurity, as well as a nice area for any creatures to rest undisturbed but yet dangerous. His cap snagged on branches as he soared past the oak tree, darting around the birch trees' delicate black and white trunks. He came to a complete stop a meter away from the oak, but they were nowhere to be found. He took a cautious tour around the tree, his little feet stumbling over the awkward roots. He secretly hoped they were simply hiding, ready to burst forth with laughter and startle him. He shuddered. Obligichaun looked again, but the forest was empty.

"Take it all. Show me how much of a slut you can be for me." I let her work until the pressure in my groin became unbearable. I wasn't finishing in her mouth. Not after what I’d watched Jackson do. I wanted to feel her stretch around me. I hauled her up by the armpits, her limbs heavy and dazed. My eyes burned into hers as my hands moved to the top of my shirt. I began unbuttoning it, the fabric snapping open in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her breath hitching. "Over there," I growled, nodding toward the thick trunk of the pine tree. "Brace yourself against that tree. Hands flat on the bark. Now."

The oak tree presses hard against my back, against the parts of me that cannot stand. I sag into it, letting the splintered bark and cool night anchor me, ground me. The rest of me trembles, shakes, gasps. I am stripped bare, skin and soul exposed to the dark. I can’t hear beyond the quick, frantic pulse of my own heart. I can’t feel beyond the jagged, shallow breaths that refuse to slow. I can’t be anything but this raw, unbearable exhaustion. I am human, but barely. My claws retract, leaving bloodied fingertips.

Her breath quickened as I traced her lace underwear, tugging them down with slow intent. A gnarled oak stood in the garden’s darkest corner, its branches shielding us from the world. I guided her against its rough bark, the coolness contrasting the heat between us. My hands moved urgently, unbuckling my belt, and her eyes held mine, dark and molten, urging me on.

Now she'd have to pair up with a stupid ass for a fucking project. According to her. "Amanda Andrews and Aaron Walker" A long blonde girl smiled at her partner. "Austin Parker and Ariana Bliss." Hearing her name, Ariana sank into her chair. "God I'm cursed. " She muttered. "And you two are working on the reason for pre-marital sex." "Shit." She cursed out. "Mind your words miss Bliss. The project is to be submitted on Friday." She said and the final bell rang. Ari arranged her stuff and went to meet Austin who was beaming at her.

My life is pathetic. The teacher started teaching and I tried my best to listen but I just couldn’t my head was pounding. Two more lessons later and it was lunch break. I went back to that oak tree. It seemed no one claimed it so I sat under to clear my head. It was a beautiful old tree that I’m pretty sure has seen many generations pass by. It was also a lonely tree that not many people acknowledged. “Hey, beautiful.” It was Hector. I didn’t see him coming but I could smell his scent before he got close enough.