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“Fuck, that was a lot of squirt!” said Robert with his straining penis in her mouth. “Well, my balls are still full and I need to shoot my load.” He lay back on the bed, his dick pointing up to the heavens.
Becky spread her thighs and straddled him, allowing his massive member to enter her once more. It was obviously the first time she had ever ridden dick, but she took to it like a duck to water, having horse ridden previously. She rode the large knob up and down, caressing Robert’s firm pecs as she did so. Her fully soaked-up snatch made a satisfying squelching noise with every bounce, and Robert reached up to tweak her hard light-pink nipples as Becky rode him like a racehorse, faster and faster.
She felt his balls twitch beneath her, and Robert began to moan, his sac tightening up drastically. He shot his load, thick creamy spunk spurting into Becky’s fertile teen body, coating her insides. She felt his hot sperm filling her up, warming her up. It felt great inside her.
The sperm blindly made their way, swimming. They only had one way to go, and that was towards Becky’s egg, and they made their way there as she dismounted the softening phallus.
Sitting on her firm ass, she opened her legs and looked down to admire her cream-pie. “Jesus. I think I might be in a bit of trouble,” she said cheekily.
“I’m sure we’ll get through this,” said Robert with his empty ball-sacs in his hand.
Becky took solace in his valiant attempt to comfort her, and she knew she would get through this, with or without her mother’s blessing. She was a strong girl. If she did happen to get pregnant, then she would find a way to deal with it. At least Robert had money. He’d be able to take care of her.
But perhaps this wasn’t going to be the last time that they would make love. If Becky was going to be living here, she really wouldn’t mind getting more load-fulls of his salty seed on a nightly basis. And if she was going to have a fat tummy and fat milky tits while she did it, then so be it. She was sure her mother could easily go and find another guy to live with.
Screw university.
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Steamy Erotica Story 15
I t was the smell that got to her.
Erin definitely would have passed by the shop if it hadn't been for the sweet, earthy smell emanating from the shop's open door, propped open with a large flower pot. It didn't seem like anything special at first glance. It was a narrow shop, squeezed in between two bigger buildings on the lower decks of Space Station Atlantic. Dimly lit and hardly noticeable, it looked as if no one else was even paying attention to it.
But that smell.
She felt her mouth watering, and licked her plush bottom lip absentmindedly. She had to figure out what it was. She felt like she needed to find it. It was an imperative urge in the back of her mind, and before she knew what was happening, she was already walking toward the shop.
She entered the shop, and it was as if she'd entered an entirely new world. Behind her, she could still faintly hear the noise from the street outside, but the store was quiet. The air was thick with the scent of earth and pollen, but Erin could still follow the smell that had brought her inside. It cut through everything to find her.
She followed it, brushing past thick bushes and waving aside flowering vines. This place was more like a jungle than a shop. And what a strange jungle it was. She couldn't recognize half of the plants she was passing.
Which was strange, because she was a biologist, working on a thesis in botany. If anyone should recognize these plants, it should be her.
Still, no need to be arrogant. Her specialization was Terran botany, after all. Plenty of new and strange plants out there from the far reaches of the galaxy.
Normally, she'd feel like a kid in a candy shop with all these new plants to identify. But that smell kept urging her onward, past all the exotic flowers and plants in her path. How far did this shop go back? She still hadn't found the source of the intoxicating smell yet.
The smell didn't get any stronger, but she somehow knew when she was close. She almost didn't see it among all the other plants.
"You're a twisty one," she murmured, stopping and stroking the base.
The plant seemed to quiver at her touch, and she jerked her hand back. Plants didn't normally move, not unless they were carnivorous. Who knew what alien plants ate? The plant itself was certainly interesting. It twined over and around itself, tendrils clinging together and spiraling up, while the long ends hung down in a cascade. She nudged one of the tendrils with her hand, and it curled around the tip of her finger.
There was a sharp prick, and Erin cried out. It had bitten her.
She looked at her finger, and there was a little puncture on her fingertip. It wasn't bleeding at all, and when she put it in her mouth to suck at the wound, she tasted something sweet and sharp. It tasted a bit like sap, but sweeter. Her mouth watered suddenly, and she licked her lips.
She found the tendril that had done the biting and poked it again. It nudged her back, but didn't jab her again.
"Oi, what are you doing?" came a voice behind her.
She spun around and found herself face to face with a Umarian. Umarians didn't especially like humans that much, but Erin didn't much care about that, as long as this particular one would let her buy the plant.
"How much is it?" she asked, turning back to the plant and petting at the twisting stem again.
She hadn't imagined it. The plant shivered again when she touched it.
"Oh," the Umarian said. "That's... that's never happened before."
"What?" she asked.
"It's matured in the presence of a human," the Umarian said. "They usually don't."
"Can I buy it?" she asked.
"It's not for sale."
"I must have it," Erin pleaded. "I have to, you don't understand…"
"Oh, I understand, probably more than you do," said the Umarian knowingly. "Yes, you can take it home. But I'm warning you now that this could have unintended consequences for you."
"Yes, fine," Erin said sharply.
"Sign this waiver form."
Erin did without a second thought. She didn't even read it. She picked the pot up and carried it out of the shop. It didn't occur to her until she was almost home that she should’ve asked what it ate. Terran plants usually subsisted on sunlight, water, and the earth's nutrients, but that didn't mean that all plants were happy with that type of sustenance.
Erin decided that she would figure it out when she got home.
She got a call from her friend Kristen on the way home and answered the call, even though Kristen could go on for absolutely hours. She was in a hurry, and Kristen was slowing her down.
"Hello?"
"Oh hi!" Kristen trilled. "You remember that me and Wes are coming over tomorrow night, right?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay, good, I don't want to walk in on you again, like that one time," Kristen said, chuckling.
"That was one time," Erin said, rolling her eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Ooh, someone's in a hurry. Are you getting laid tonight?"
"No," Erin said. "Bye Kristen."
"Fine, bye, I know when to take a hint."
Kristen hung up just as Erin got home, which was good. Because even though she said she wasn't getting laid, that didn't mean she didn't need a little alone time to herself now and again. And for some reason, she felt really horny right now. The feeling had been growing stronger and stronger since she left the plant shop. She needed some relief.
She barely managed to put the plant down before she was sprawled out on her bed and putting her hand up her skirt. She didn't even get her panties off, just stuck two fingers past the fabric. She was already wet, and her panties were soaked. What was up with her? She didn't normally need it this bad.
She stroked inside herself with two fingers, enjoying the sensation, and opened her long legs wide. She spread the fluid up to her clit and teased at it until she was gasping. She wanted something inside her, she ached with the need for it.
She grabbed a dildo from her bedside table and pushed it inside herself. She didn't need any lube, being so wet. As she slid it in and out and arched her back up, she thought she saw the plant move. She stopped for a second, but it must have been her imagination.
She fucked herself with the dildo and rubbed at her clit until she went over the edge, crying out and spasming on the bed.
As she was washing her hands off in the bathroom, she looked over at the plant, and she could swear that it was bigger than the last time she saw it.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon, she washed the dishes, did the laundry and watched her favorite show. Every time she looked back at the plant, it seemed like it was bigger than the last time.
Finally, she walked over to examine it.
It was much bigger. It was almost her height now, and its tendrils were thicker. She touched one, and it seemed to pulse in her hand. She stroked it a little, and it seemed to shiver a bit. She suddenly found that her hand was sticky, as if it had emitted sap in response to her touch.
She licked the sap off, liking how it tasted, and went back to watching her show.
Just before she turned off the light, she went over to the plant and measured herself against it. It was definitely taller than her now. Extraordinary. She turned off the light and got into bed, determined to find out what kind of plant it was the next day.
Erin groggily stirred from her sleepy slumber, wondering what had woken her up. She slowly began to be aware that there was something touching her, and that her covers were drawn all the way back. Something was touching her ankles, stroking at them and curling around them.
She sat up hurriedly, and froze as she realized that it was the plant. It had somehow moved itself to the foot of her bed, and its tendrils were winding around her ankles. She waited to see what it would do, curious. The plant circled up her calves, stroking experimentally at her skin. When it got to her knees, it began to spread her legs. As it wound its way up to her thighs, it spread them further.
"Oh," Erin said, feeling her groin start to throb.
Two tendrils snaked out, touching at her flat belly and her breasts. One pressed at one of her nipples, and she gasped as it leaked a little sap onto her. Trailing back down, one tendril caressed her inner thighs. The other one pressed at her already-wet entrance, and started to push itself inside.
"Oh!" she cried, louder this time.
The tendril began to swell inside her. It gently rocked, seemingly imitating her previous motions with the dildo. The other tendril found her swollen clit and began rubbing it.
"Oh, fuck!" Erin cried, clenching the bedsheets in her hands. "God, yes."
The plant took her words as encouragement, and it fucked her steadily until she came hard, clenching around it and gushing all over her bedsheets. It drew away a little, and Erin sank back, drowsy. Finally, she fell back asleep, sated.
The next day when she woke up, the plant was back in the corner where it had started the night. Her sheets were still soaked, and the plant itself was much bigger. Erin thought it was strange, but she must have dreamed what had happened the night before. Plants don’t reproduce like animals, right?
She looked at the bed and decided she needed to do even more laundry. And clean the house – she'd almost forgotten that Kristen and Wes were coming over. At least she enjoyed cooking, so that wouldn't feel like such a chore.
By the time Kristen and Wes showed up, the house was sparkling and dinner was almost ready.
The first thing that Kristen said when she opened the door was, "What's that smell?"
"Coq au vin," replied Erin.
"No, that sweet smell," Wes said. "It smells good."
Erin almost didn't know what they were talking about until she remembered the plant. Kirsten and Wes marveled at it, having the same pre-occupation with its tendrils that she'd had.
"It's rather big," Kristen said in a soft voice.
"It grew pretty fast," Erin said. "Come on, dinner's ready."
They all ate, played some board games and relaxed with a bottle of wine, chatting. By the time they finished the bottle, it was getting late.
"It's fine, just stay the night," Erin said, laughing. "It'll be just like old times at uni, right?"
"Bed-sharing and passing out?" Kristen replied giggling. "Sounds good to me."
"Can we all fit on this bed?" Wes asked.
"We have fitted on smaller beds," Erin reminded him. "Come on, pile on!"
With a lot of laughing and rearranging, they all got settled onto Erin's bed. It really was just like old times – as soon as they were settled, Wes and Kristen fell right to sleep. Just as Erin was drifting off, she could swear she saw the plant shiver.
She woke up disorientated. She felt like she was hanging in the air, facedown. She blinked and felt several strands of hair hanging down in front of her eyes, but the room was dark.
As her mind raced, she heard a sharp gasp.
"Kristen?" she asked.
"Erin," Kristen replied. "What's going on?"
"It's the plant!" Wes yelled. "We're all tangled up in the plant!"
"Lights on!" Erin said, and the lights flooded on, showing her immediately that the plant had them all entangled.
"How do we get out?" Wes asked.
"No idea, these vines are strong," Erin answered.
"Oh, something's touching me!" Kristen said suddenly.
"What?" Erin asked.
"Oh! It's touching my nipples! And my –"
Erin felt one of the tendrils running down her back and caressing her ass. It tugged down her panties and nudged curiously at her back entrance, but bypassed that for her already moist pussy. She groaned as it eased itself inside, deciding that she was just going to go with what was happening.
She must not have been dreaming after all.
Kristen was making breathy little moans from behind her. Erin twisted a little and saw that Kristen was knicker-less, and was trussed up like the chicken she'd made for dinner. She had a tendril moving in and out of her pussy. The tendril made a little shivery movement every time it pushed in, almost as if it was also getting pleasure from being inside her.
"Oh, Jeez," Wes said from her other side. "Oh, that's... that's very..."
He let out a moan, and Erin turned to her other side to see the plant was pushing into Wes' ass, which was slick with some sort of fluid. His boxer shorts lay on the ground beneath him. The tendril was oozing sap and using it as lube so that it could push into him. Wes made another little cry and pushed back up onto the tendril as it worked its way deeper.
The tendril inside Erin pushed in harder, as if annoyed that she wasn't paying it enough attention. She gasped as the plant kept up its punishing rhythm. Erin moaned again, openly letting her sounds of pleasure fill the room.
Suddenly, she felt a nudge at her mouth.
The plant was pushing a tendril at her lips, and she instinctively opened them to let it in. The tendril was already slick with sap, which was bittersweet. Her mouth filled with saliva, and she swallowed around the girth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. She felt the tendril spasm as she licked at it.
"Oh, oh Jeez!" Wes was still crying out as the plant fucked him in earnest.
A quick glance confirmed to Erin that the plant was curling around the hard length of his cock and brushing at his balls. Wes' face was contorted with pleasure, and the next moment, he cried out and came all over the floor in splatters. The tendril withdrew, but kept him captured.
A moment later, Erin heard Kristen moaning from the other side.
She swiveled her head to see Kristen no longer had a tendril inside her, but it was rubbing over her slick labia and hard clit. Her cries got higher and louder until she was writhing in mid-air, the plant's arms barely keeping her in place. As Erin watched, the tendril drew away a little, thin strings of sap still connecting them. Kristen let out a frustrated noise of disappointment, and the tendril resumed its stroking. The tendril did this several more times until Kristen was sobbing with need.
When the tendril finally let her climax, she was screaming so loudly that Erin wondered if her neighbors could hear her. She trembled almost violently through her orgasm, before laying completely relaxed in the plant’s embrace.
Erin realized it was her turn next. She was the main event.
The tendril in her mouth drew out and pushed back in again. Erin's jaw was sore, stretched around the throbbing girth. She could feel the plant pulsing against her tongue. She sucked, tonguing it as it quivered.
The other tendril had slowed its movements, pushing in and out of her in a drawn out, shivery motion. Erin felt the touch of another plant arm against the front of her mound, but it didn't rub at her clit. It took Erin a moment to realize that she was meant to grind against it. She pushed forward with her hips and felt her clit rub against the arm's slick surface. When she pushed her hips forward again, she felt a rush of pleasure as the tendril inside her swelled.
She realized how quiet it was apart from her muffled moans and panting. Kristen and Wes were watching her with bated breath as the plant pleasured her.
The thought of being watched made her insides throb with want, and she mewled, pushing back against the plant arm inside her, and rubbing against the other tendril to get friction on her clit.
