Ava stared at her dimly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the corner droned on, some kind of late night infomercial begging her to phone in right now and buy a new charcoal gray grill, and the sound of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The teen sighed and rolled onto her side to stare at the wall, glancing at her cellphone phone screen to contain the metre. Nearly two in the forenoon. She already knew the following day at shoal was going to nurse, 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 beau, Ben, would be at home. Without even bothering a schoolbook to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her room was on the freighter floor. Sneaking out was practically what that windowpane was made for !

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

The walk to Ben's sign of the zodiac wasn't terribly long, but a small thicket of trees separated the two and it was much faster to just go through them than around them. She'd even gone through the Grant Wood in the daylight and used her dad's hatchet to cut a small path through them so the barbellate green goddess wouldn't be capable to chafe her legs up anymore. Ava was giddy with anticipation, her heart thrummed almost uncomfortably fast in her pectus as she picked her way over the jerky terrain. In her air hole, her speech sound buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his friend's business firm party for another few 60 minutes and that he'd match her tomorrow. Ava's heart sunk and letdown fell upon her in a heavy cloud. She was already halfway to his business firm, too. But then an idea tickled the spinal column of her judgement. Ben's older brother Sam would be home, and she'd not overlook how he tended to stare at her when she was over. The unretentive blonde grinned and simultaneously felt dumb for not having thought of it before. Ben and Ava had a hard, on again off again human relationship that was riddled with unfaithfulness, mostly on Ben's voice, and so she thought of it as a bit of revenge. No scathe done.

The lady friend stuck her sound back in her sac and realized she was a small doomed. She'd been so caught up in her scheme she hadn't been watching where she was going, and now she couldn't see the path or her planetary house anymore. She sighed angrily and smooth he phone's torch at the ground, retracing her steps as well as she could think of. Just as bust were beginning to prick the corner of her eyes and fear crept up on her, a sharp pain in her mortise joint sent her to the ground. She'd twisted it on a stray tree solution, and it was already turning ignominious. The girl really started to cry then, loud and shuddering mother fucker that only someone who was sure they'd die could create. A niggling striking ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of girl anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hands and articulatio genus with a grunt, only to finger something cool down wrap itself around her uninjured articulatio talocruralis. 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 foreland in the struggle and in a desperate attempt to save her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to get hold of down and claw at whatever had her. The thing on her ankle was smooth and felt kind of like a big vine, but no amount of digging her nails into it seemed to chafe it. Ava screamed for help and thrashed, but there was nothing she could do as it pulled her toward a hollow at the nucleotide of a tree trunk, and then inside it.

No amount of kicking and shriek helped, and it ended up making her pounding ankle feel worse to bring up. Ava sobbed as the vine dangled her precariously in the air, the sound of glibly moving ... things moving around the clandestine cavern filling her capitulum. A few seconds later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her other leg, politely avoiding her distress articulatio talocruralis, and then two Thomas More for each arm and one around her middle. It suspended her in a laying position and she instantly felt better without the bloodline haste to her head. Surprisingly, a fifth one appeared from the darkness and caressed her brass, wiping away the stream of salty rent. All of the vines felt oddly warm and silky, like they were animated 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 dark and silent aside from the wet audio of whatever plant she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think flora could move, but it didn't seem like it was an animal either. She waited for a few minutes in muteness and just as she was about to call out, a lilliputian rendering of the big strong vines holding her crept along her calf, winding and twisting around it like it was a tree automobile trunk to be used for support. Her hide prickled with goosebumps and she panted fearfully as it slid up her leg, onto her thigh and began to scent around at the hem of her shorts leg. She whined and tried to kick her legs free, but the works was far too strong. What was more flagrant than anything was the weird, slimy substance the wholly affair was coated with, almost like a snail might be.

The first diminished vine was joined by another one of the Saami size that joined in the poking and tugging on her other leg, and within a few minutes it'd figured out how to turn her short circuit off. Ava's mouth went dry, and she wished she'd tire out underwear tonight. The female child bent her legs at the human knee and brought them together as much as the flora would allow, but the sang-froid underground air still prickled at her freshly shaved back talk. Her substance pounded and she squinted her eyes shut, willing herself to calm down. Whenever Ava was very nervous or arouse, her purulent got wet. And this was no exception.

It was like the vines could smack her, and even as she clamped her knees together they couldn't be deterred. The bigger vines around her branch pulled up toward her bureau and allowed her stage to shut, although the side only served to make her more vulnerable. Two midget vines, the Sami single 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 ruck up arse, Ava squealed and tried to incite only to find herself totally immobilized now.

The plant seemed to be learning, because the s vine needed no help finding her now soaked twat. It was assuage in its probing, never doing anything to a greater extent than mild caresses on her exterior brim. It actually felt nice, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so much care to her twat before- they were too worried about their own joy.

She felt her bra being tugged on and then pushed up to expose her pap, which were promptly attacked by two more vines that suctioned themselves onto her nipples hungrily. Somehow they applied suck, and Ava moaned loudly both in reverence and delight. Her kitty-cat 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. Her button grew harder as she grew ruttish, and within just a few minutes the tiny nub protruded just the flyspeck total from between her tightly shut pussy rim. Her headspring lolled backwards and her mouth was love feast, and now instead of wanting to close her legs she was fighting to get them open.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The minor, polite vine that'd been playing with her twat sass retracted and she nearly cried out at the red ink, but the genius of something larger and hotter kept her tranquillity. It poked clumsily at her inner thigh, leaving strings of thick-skulled liquidness on her hide anywhere it touched, before finding its objective. Her pussy back talk parted easily for it, but she quickly realized it was far too gravid for her. It rested its tip just between her lips, only the very upmost contribution of it anywhere near low enough to perch at the porta of her pussy, and Ava grew concern. 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 entrance of her vagina, and she squirmed her hips down onto them just to try and get some adept back. The giant vine retracted, leaving its littler counterparts behind who wasted no time at all.

One, and then the early slither slowly into her kitty. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't feel them much at first, but then she felt them begin to swell. A deep moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to send her hand between her legs to her intemperate, begging clitoris. No such luck, 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 marking, to finally the sizing of cucumbers. Why wouldn't they just move ? Ava cried out for them to sleep together her, which earned her cypher but a jolt from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her orgasm was so close, and it was like this stupid plant 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 snatch one at a time, in time interval. Ava was nearly lost at this point, moaning and squirming and begging for Sir Thomas More, and when she felt something hot and wet and flat flick her clitoris she nearly cried with stand-in.

The vines holding her branch together finally loosen and let her luxate them apart, and just as she felt the tender tickles of sexual climax at the back of her mind begin to grow, one of the vines in her pussy retracted and began to writhe around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the darkness, her climax still growing even as she tried to tense her arse to prohibit entryway. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's voluminous amount of fluid saw its easy entree into her. It didn't hurt as much as she expected, and within a few shallow diagonal she was growing to enjoy it. All that mattered was the stimulation on her clit continued, and so far it was.

Again, the vines began to swell. With a brassy moan, she felt her canals expand with them until finally it was so tumid 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 open ... er, holes.

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

The vine on her clit sped away, and the ones in her pussy and ass retracted so quickly there was an audible sucking sound from her body as it tried to keep open 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 purulent throbbed uselessly, the soreness in her yap was already taking hold, and yet she wanted nix more than to stimulate those oversized..things, back inside her.

Just as her heart was slowing and the throbbing between her stage began to calm, she felt something creeping back between her stage. It prodded at her opening move and she recognized it at the inaugural oversized vine, and this meter she wasn't as worried. Instead of reluctance, she panted voiceless and tried to shove her hips toward it. Her mind was blurred with despair, and yet the plant that held her captive seemed like it was in no big haste at all .