Ava stared at her dimly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the turning point droned on, some kind of latterly nighttime informercial begging her to call in right field now and buy a new wood coal grill, and the sound of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The teenager sighed and rolled onto her side to stare at the wall, glancing at her cell phone concealment to watch the time. Nearly two in the morning. She already knew the next day at school was going to suck, even if she went to sleep now. An thought struck her, though. If she was going to be tired anyway, why not go out for a bit and happen something worth being tired about ? Ava wondered if her beau, Ben, would be at home. Without even bothering a text to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her room was on the buttocks story. Sneaking out was practically what that window was made for !

She shimmied through the window into the warm summertime night, struggling a bit to get her hips to fit. It might sustain been perfect for sneaking out, but her ass wasn't.

The walk to Ben's house wasn't terribly long, but a small thicket of tree diagram separated the two and it was much faster to just go through them than around them. She'd even gone through the woods in the daylight and used her dad's tomahawk to cut a small course through them so the prickly Mary Jane wouldn't be able to strike her legs up anymore. Ava was giddy with prediction, her heart thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her chest as she picked her way over the jerky terrain. In her pocket, her phone buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his friend's house political party for another few hours and that he'd gimmick her tomorrow. Ava's bosom sunk and disappointment fell upon her in a toilsome cloud. She was already halfway to his sign, too. But then an thought tickled the back of her thinker. Ben's old Brother Sam would be habitation, and she'd not overlooked how he tended to stare at her when she was over. The short-change blonde grinned and simultaneously felt dumb for not having thought of it before. Ben and Ava had a difficult, on again off again human relationship that was riddled with infidelity, mostly on Ben's section, and so she thought of it as a bit of retaliation. No hurt done.

The miss stuck her headphone back in her sac and realized she was a trivial doomed. She'd been so caught up in her schema she hadn't been watching where she was going, and now she couldn't see the path or her house anymore. She sighed angrily and shone he telephone's flashlight at the basis, retracing her gradation as well as she could commend. Just as tears were beginning to prickle the corners of her eyes and fear crept up on her, a sharp-worded pain sensation in her articulatio talocruralis sent her to the basis. She'd twisted it on a stray Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree root, and it was already turning Shirley Temple. The missy really started to cry then, forte and shuddering prick that only soul who was sure they'd die could create. A little dramatic ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of girl anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hands and articulatio genus with a grunt, only to find something assuredness wrap itself around her uninjured ankle. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the basis on her stomach, her shirt was rolling itself up over her head in the conflict and in a dire attempt to observe her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to get hold of down and hook at whatever had her. The matter on her articulatio talocruralis was bland and felt form of like a big vine, but no amount of digging her nails into it seemed to bother it. Ava screamed for help and jactitate, but there was cipher she could do as it pulled her toward a hollow at the foot of a tree tree trunk, and then inside it.

No amount of kick and screaming helped, and it ended up making her throbbing articulatio talocruralis feel defective to boot. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the audio of slickly moving ... things moving around the underground cavern filling her ears. A few endorsement later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her other leg, politely avoiding her hurt articulatio talocruralis, and then two more for each arm and one around her middle. It suspended her in a laying position and she instantly felt better without the ancestry hurry to her head. Surprisingly, a one-fifth one appeared from the duskiness and caressed her fount, wiping away the flow of salty tears. All of the vines felt oddly warm and silky, like they were alive in a more mammalian way rather than being a plant, and eventually Ava calmed down and her cries simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch nighttime and mute aside from the wet sounds of whatever plant she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think plant could move, but it didn't seem like it was an animal either. She waited for a few minutes in quiet and just as she was about to call out, a tiny version of the big strong vines holding her crept along her calf, winding and twisting around it like it was a corner trunk to be used for support. Her pelt prickled with goosebumps and she panted fearfully as it slid up her leg, onto her second joint and began to nose around at the hem of her shorts leg. She whined and tried to kick her legs complimentary, but the plant was far too strong. What was more arrant than anything was the Weird, slimy substance the whole thing was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The first small vine was joined by another one of the Sami size that joined in the poking and tugging on her other leg, and within a few minutes it'd figured out how to do work her shorts off. Ava's oral cavity went dry, and she wished she'd fag out underclothing tonight. The girl bent-grass her pegleg at the knees and brought them together as much as the plant life would countenance, but the coolheaded underground air still prickled at her pertly shaved back talk. Her heart pounded and she squinted her center shut, willing herself to calm down down. Whenever Ava was very nervous or commove, her pussy got wet. And this was no elision.

It was like the vines could smell her, and even as she clamped her knees together they couldn't be deterred. The bigger vines around her legs pulled up toward her chest and allowed her legs to shut, although the position only served to prepare her more vulnerable. Two petite vines, the same ones from before she guessed, searched around her quivering ass cheeks as if looking for something. As soon as the wet tip of one caressed her puckered asshole, Ava squealed and tried to move only to find herself totally immobilized now.

The works seemed to be learning, because the instant vine needed no assistant finding her now surcharge kitty. It was easy in its probing, never doing anything more than delicate caresses on her exterior lip. It actually felt nice, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so practically care to her pussy before- they were too worried about their own delight.

She felt her bra being tugged on and then pushed up to peril her titmouse, which were promptly attacked by two more vines that suctioned themselves onto her mamilla hungrily. Somehow they applied suck, and Ava moaned loudly both in fearfulness and delight. Her pussy was wetter now, some of the lubrication dripping down between her ass cheeks, and the vines down there squirmed and wriggled happily in the liquid state. Her clit grew voiceless as she grew hornlike, and within just a few transactions the tiny nub protruded just the lilliputian quantity from between her tightly shut pussy lips. Her head lolled backwards and her mouthpiece was agape, and now instead of wanting to shut out her legs she was fighting to get them subject.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The small, polite vine that'd been playing with her cunt sassing retracted and she nearly cried out at the passing, but the sensation of something big and hotter kept her hush. It poked clumsily at her inner thighs, leaving strings of boneheaded liquid on her pelt anywhere it touched, before finding its target. Her pussy lips parted easily for it, but she quickly realized it was far too large for her. It rested its tip just between her sass, only the very uppermost part of it anywhere near small enough to rest at the orifice of her pussy, and Ava grew worried. It was almost as if it was thinking.

Smaller vines returned, snaking along the prick of the big one until they too rested just at the entrance of her vagina, and she squirmed her hips down onto them just to try and get some genius back. The giant vine retracted, leaving its pocket-sized vis-a-vis behind who wasted no time at all.

One, and then the other slithered slowly into her pussy. They were only the heaviness of pencils and so she couldn't feel them much at first, but then she felt them begin to swell. A deep groan wracked her and she wanted so badly to commit her hand between her legs to her hard, begging clit. No such hazard, as the vines still held her tightly.

Her pelvic girdle bucked and she cried out in frustration as the two vines inside her grew slowly from pencils, to dry erase marker, to finally the size of cucumbers. Why wouldn't they just act ? Ava cried out for them to get it on her, which earned her zilch but a jolt from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her coming was so snug, and it was like this stupid flora was teasing her.

"Please !"She shrieked, bucking her pelvic arch against the vines deep in her.

The plant seemed to hear her this prison term, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping cunt one at a clip, in intervals. Ava was nearly lost at this item, moaning and squirming and begging for more, and when she felt something hot and wet and monotonous motion picture her clit she nearly cried with ease.

The vines holding her stage together finally unlax and let her rotate them apart, and just as she felt the warm tickles of orgasm at the rear of her intellect Begin to produce, one of the vines in her pussy retracted and began to wriggle around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the dark, her orgasm still growing even as she tried to strain her cocksucker to forbid entrance. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's copious total of fluid saw its easy entrance into her. It didn't harm as much as she expected, and within a few shallow strokes she was growing to delight it. All that mattered was the stimulus on her clit continued, and so far it was.

Again, the vines began to puff up. With a loud groan, she felt her canal expand with them until finally it was so large within her it was beginning to sting. That set her back a few notched on the cumming scale, but the lubrication from her and the vines mixed together and soon enough her pussy and ass were welcoming their visitor with loose ... er, holes.

"Yes, yes, yes,"she moaned quietly, over and over. The vine on her clit sped up and she bucked her hips madly, heroic to finally cum. Just as her toes began to curl up and her sore leg tensed, everything stopped.

The vine on her clitoris sped away, and the ones in her cunt and ass retracted so quickly there was an audible sucking sound from her consistency as it tried to keep them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could fetch up herself off. She wasn't impregnable enough, though, and her clit and aching pussy throbbed uselessly, the discomfort in her holes was already taking time lag, and yet she wanted nada more than to receive those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her centre was slowing and the throb between her legs began to chill out, she felt something creeping back between her pegleg. It prodded at her curtain raising and she recognized it at the low outsize vine, and this sentence she wasn't as concern. Instead of reluctance, she panted hard and tried to shove her pelvis toward it. Her mind was groggy with desperation, and yet the plant that held her prisoner seemed like it was in no big precipitation at all .