There was no stopping him. Her mother’s daughter watched, as the fit young tree surgeon in his harness, cut down the wrong tree. Her mother’s favourite Magnolia. Well, it was past its prime, and the branches had dropped to the ground.

She wasn’t bothered; she was more interested in the cock bulge in his Cargo pants outlined by the straps of his harness. Watching from her upstairs bedroom she masturbated furiously as he got to grips with the precious tree. He cut into the thick branches with easy slices of his buzzing chainsaw, biceps tensed.

Her fingers worked open the little hole in her pink cotton panties. He lopped off the old branches, which came crashing down with consummate ease, his bulge tightened by the harness. Her fingers worked their easy path through the hole inside her well-worn knickers.

He got to work on the main trunk, tight arse straining in his harness pants with the effort of the tree felling. She took a pair of nail scissors from her dresser, and pulling the crotch of her pink cotton knickers away with a pinch, snipped around her fingers leaving a gaping gash in the crotch of her panties. Easy access.

She felt outrageously exposed as she pulled them up tight, her clit protruding through the cut crotch, ripping the girly sides; they were an old pair anyway.

She watched fascinated as with an awful groan, the whole tree kinked and cracked. Her fingers graced her gash through the hole in her panties with practised expertise. Her mother’s tree came crashing down in a mess of broken boughs and smashed blossom.

Her orgasm ripped through her, gasping and panting, holding onto the windowsill...

He dismembered the trunk, the branches falling where they lay. On the one hand, she wanted to confront his wanton destruction on behalf of her mother, on the other, which was underneath the soaking crotch of her knickers, she wanted him to fuck her over the broken bough.

“You’ve wrecked my mother’s favourite tree, why don’t you wreck her daughter as well?” would be her opening line. Then she would part her thighs, her short skirt riding up and exposing the slit in her panties. Easy access. She was going to get into trouble anyway so she may as well really get up to some mischief...

There was something incredibly arousing about the wanton destruction and its inevitability.

She had watched her twin brother wreck a model boat they had built, a Schooner from a plastic kit. They had spent hours making it according to the instructions, but it hadn’t worked out quite right and there seemed to be bits missing. They took it into a cornfield behind the house and set light to it. It was deeply provocative.

Her brother clearly thought so, because he knelt down as close as he could to the smoke and flames, and then proceeded to masturbate over the melting masts and buckling timber, the dripping plastic sails combined with spurts of his young sperm falling onto the model sailors below.

She had to go and masturbate in the ripe corn.

Everything was going to come crashing down around her soon enough. Anyway, at sixteen it was time for both of them to leave childish pursuits behind.

She’d better go and see if the Adonis would like some refreshment after all that exertion.

“Would you like some tea?” Or a blowjob? - she was thinking, although she had never given one, but it couldn’t be that hard, or could it?

“Yes please love, milk and two sugars.”

As she prepared his drink in the kitchen she realised that her fingers reeked of her sex. Would he notice? She was torn between making him hurry up and clear out before her mother got home, and delaying him with little flashes of her fanny, (she’d taken the wrecked knickers off and hidden them, now her sex would be bare to the touch, all she would have to do is bend over in front of him and it should be obvious).

“Thanks love," he slurped, “Just like mother used to make.”

Then she heard the familiar sound of the car on the driveway. She’d better go and hide in the cut cornfield until all this was over.

Maybe he’d have to come back and cut down the right tree next time, she reasoned, that’s if her mother would let him… Then he could deflower her daughter at the same time!