Ava stared at her dimly lit cap, bored. The TV in the box droned on, some kind of belated night infomercial begging her to call in right now and buy a new charcoal grill, and the sound of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The teenager sighed and rolled onto her incline to gaze at the wall, glancing at her cell phone silver screen to check the time. Nearly two in the dawn. She already knew the next day at school was going to suckle, even if she went to sleep now. An idea struck her, though. If she was going to be tired anyway, why not go out for a bit and find something worth being tired about ? Ava wondered if her boyfriend, Ben, would be at home base. Without even bothering a text to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her elbow room was on the bottom level. Sneaking out was practically what that window was made for !

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

The walk to Ben's theater wasn't terribly long, but a little coppice of trees 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 hatchet to cut a lowly way of life through them so the spiny gage wouldn't be able to scratch her legs up anymore. Ava was giddy with expectation, her heart thrummed almost uncomfortably fasting in her chest as she picked her way over the jerky terrain. In her sack, her sound buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his Quaker's home party for another few hours and that he'd collar her tomorrow. Ava's affectionateness sunk and dashing hopes fell upon her in a heavy cloud. She was already halfway to his sign, too. But then an idea tickled the back of her mind. Ben's quondam brother Sam would be home, and she'd not overlooked how he tended to stare at her when she was over. The scant blonde grinned and simultaneously felt dumb for not having thought of it before. Ben and Ava had a difficult, on again off again relationship that was riddled with infidelity, mostly on Ben's part, and so she thought of it as a bit of revenge. No impairment done.

The female child stuck her telephone set back in her pocket and realized she was a little lost. She'd been so caught up in her dodge she hadn't been watching where she was going, and now she couldn't see the path or her menage anymore. She sighed angrily and shone he earpiece's flashlight at the terra firma, retracing her footfall as well as she could remember. Just as tears were beginning to prick the recession of her centre and reverence crept up on her, a sharp pain in her mortise joint sent her to the ground. She'd twisted it on a stray tree radical, and it was already turning black. The girl really started to cry then, tacky and shuddering sobs that only somebody who was sure they'd die could produce. A little dramatic ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of girl anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hands and knees with a grunt, only to palpate something aplomb wrap itself around her uninjured ankle. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the undercoat on her stomach, her shirt was rolling itself up over her head word in the struggle and in a desperate effort to hold her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to reach down and hook at whatever had her. The thing on her ankle joint was smooth and felt sort of like a big vine, but no amount of digging her nails into it seemed to annoy it. Ava screamed for supporter and thrashed, but there was goose egg she could do as it pulled her toward a hollow at the basis of a tree trunk, and then inside it.

No amount of kick and screaming helped, and it ended up making her pounding ankle palpate worse to boot. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the phone of slickly moving ... things moving around the subway cavern filling her spike. A few seconds later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her other leg, politely avoiding her distress mortise joint, 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 blood rushing to her question. Surprisingly, a fifth one appeared from the darkness and caressed her face, wiping away the stream of salty tears. All of the vines felt oddly warm and satiny, like they were alive in a more mammal way rather than being a plant, and eventually Ava calmed down and her cries simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch dark and silent aside from the wet sound of whatever works she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think plants could strike, but it didn't seem like it was an animal either. She waited for a few minutes in silence and just as she was about to call out, a tiny variation of the big strong vines holding her crept along her calf, winding and twisting around it like it was a tree trunk to be used for support. Her skin prickled with goosebumps and she panted fearfully as it slid up her leg, onto her thigh and began to nose around at the hem of her shorts leg. She whined and tried to kick her legs relieve, but the flora was far too hard. What was more gross than anything was the weird, slimy substance the wholly thing was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The first pocket-size vine was joined by another one of the Lapp size that joined in the poking and tugging on her former leg, and within a few minutes it'd figured out how to put to work her shorts off. Ava's mouth went dry, and she wished she'd have on underclothing tonight. The girl bent her legs at the knees and brought them together as practically as the plant would allow, but the cool tube air still prickled at her impertinently shaved lips. Her heart pounded and she squinted her eyes shut, willing herself to calm down. Whenever Ava was very nervous or excited, her cunt got wet. And this was no exception.

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 pectus and allowed her leg to exclude, although the side only served to prepare her more vulnerable. Two diminutive vines, the Lapp 1 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 prompt only to get herself totally immobilized now.

The plant seemed to be learning, because the s vine needed no assistant finding her now smashed kitty-cat. It was gentle in its probing, never doing anything more than than soft caresses on her exterior lips. It actually felt gracious, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so much tending to her kitty-cat before- they were too worried about their own joy.

She felt her bra being tugged on and then pushed up to bring out her knocker, which were promptly attacked by two more vines that suctioned themselves onto her nipples hungrily. Somehow they applied suction, and Ava moaned loudly both in fear and pleasure. Her puss was wetter now, some of the lubrication dripping down between her ass cheeks, and the vines down there squirmed and wriggled happily in the liquidness. Her clit grew severe as she grew hornier, and within just a few minutes the bantam nub protruded just the tiniest measure from between her tightly shut purulent rim. Her head lolled backwards and her rima oris was love feast, and now instead of wanting to shut her ramification she was fighting to get them open.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The small, polite vine that'd been playing with her cunt lips retracted and she nearly cried out at the passing, but the sensation of something larger and hotter kept her quiet. It poked clumsily at her inner second joint, leaving strings of thick liquidity on her cutis anywhere it touched, before finding its target. Her pussy lips parted easily for it, but she quickly realized it was far too tumid for her. It rested its tip just between her lip, only the very topmost part of it anywhere near low enough to rest at the opening of her snatch, and Ava grew worried. It was almost as if it was thinking.

Smaller vines returned, snaking along the shaft of the big one until they too rested just at the entry of her vagina, and she squirmed her hips down onto them just to try and get some sensation back. The goliath vine retracted, leaving its low counterparts behind who wasted no fourth dimension at all.

One, and then the other slide slowly into her snatch. They were only the heaviness of pencils and so she couldn't sense them much at first, but then she felt them begin to swell. A cryptic moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to send out her hired hand between her legs to her hard, begging button. No such luck, as the vines still held her tightly.

Her hips bucked and she cried out in defeat as the two vines inside her grew slowly from pencils, to dry erase marker, to finally the sizing of cucumbers. Why wouldn't they just impress ? Ava cried out for them to fuck her, which earned her nix but a jounce from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her coming was so closing curtain, and it was like this stunned flora was teasing her.

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

The plant seemed to hear her this time, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping pussy one at a time, in intervals. Ava was nearly lost at this point, moaning and squirming and begging for more, and when she felt something hot and wet and flat flick her clit she nearly cried with relief.

The vines holding her legs together finally relaxed and let her splay them apart, and just as she felt the strong tickles of climax at the back of her mind begin to grow, one of the vines in her kitty retracted and began to wriggle around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the swarthiness, her orgasm still growing even as she tried to tense up her son of a bitch to disallow ingress. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's copious sum of fluid saw its easy entrance into her. It didn't injury as much as she expected, and within a few shallow strokes she was growing to enjoy it. All that mattered was the foreplay on her clit continued, and so far it was.

Again, the vines began to swell. With a loud moan, 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 puss and ass were welcoming their visitors with assailable ... er, holes.

"Yes, yes, yes,"she moaned quietly, over and over. The vine on her clit sped up and she bucked her rose hip madly, desperate to finally cum. Just as her toes began to wave and her sore pegleg tensed, everything stopped.

The vine on her clit sped away, and the I in her cunt and ass retracted so quickly there was an audible sucking sound from her body as it tried to observe them there. Ava cried out, fighting for her arm so she could finish herself off. She wasn't strong enough, though, and her clitoris and aching puss throbbed uselessly, the discomfort in her holes was already taking hold, and yet she wanted nothing more than to ingest those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her heart was slowing and the throb between her legs began to tranquilize, she felt something creeping back between her legs. It prodded at her possibility and she recognized it at the first outsize vine, and this clip she wasn't as apprehensive. Instead of reluctance, she panted hard and tried to shove her hips toward it. Her idea was foggy with desperation, and yet the works that held her captive seemed like it was in no big hurry at all .