Ava stared at her dimly lit ceiling, bored. The TV in the quoin droned on, some kind of late night infomercial begging her to yell in rightfulness now and buy a new oxford gray grill, and the sound of the filter in her fishtank burbling just loud enough to be annoying. The stripling sighed and rolled onto her side to gaze at the wall, glancing at her cell telephone silver screen to check the sentence. Nearly two in the morning time. She already knew the adjacent day at school was going to wet-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 out something worth being tired about ? Ava wondered if her fellow, Ben, would be at house. Without even bothering a text to ask him first, she leapt from bed and headed for the window. Luckily, her room was on the bottom floor. Sneaking out was practically what that window was made for !

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

The walk to Ben's household wasn't terribly long, but a pocket-sized thicket of Tree 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 modest itinerary through them so the prickly pot wouldn't be able to scratch her legs up anymore. Ava was giddy with anticipation, her heart thrummed almost uncomfortably fasting in her dresser as she picked her way over the choppy terrain. In her scoop, her telephone buzzed. It was Ben, and he'd just informed her he wasn't going to be back from his friend's sign political party for another few hours and that he'd catch her tomorrow. Ava's middle sunk and dashing hopes fell upon her in a great swarm. She was already halfway to his menage, too. But then an idea tickled the back of her mind. Ben's older brother Sam would be home, and she'd not overleap how he tended to stare at her when she was over. The short blond grinned and simultaneously felt dumb for not having thought of it before. Ben and Ava had a hard, on again off again kinship that was riddled with infidelity, mostly on Ben's division, and so she thought of it as a bit of revenge. No damage done.

The girl stuck her telephone set back in her pocket and realized she was a little lost. She'd been so caught up in her system she hadn't been watching where she was going, and now she couldn't see the track or her family anymore. She sighed angrily and radiate he sound's torch at the flat coat, retracing her steps as well as she could recollect. Just as tears were beginning to prick the corners of her center and concern crept up on her, a sharp pain in her articulatio talocruralis sent her to the undercoat. She'd twisted it on a stray tree diagram root, and it was already turning melanize. The miss really started to cry then, gaudy and shuddering sobs that only someone who was trusted they'd die could create. A fiddling striking ? Maybe, but Ava was that type of girl anyway.

She pulled herself onto her hands and knees with a grunt, only to feel something cool wrap itself around her uninjured ankle. Ava shrieked and kicked her leg, but with a sudden forceful tug she was being dragged along the ground on her tum, her shirt was rolling itself up over her head in the conflict and in a desperate endeavor to go along her mobility she squirmed out of it and tried to make down and claw at whatever had her. The thing on her articulatio talocruralis was smooth and felt sorting of like a big vine, but no amount of digging her nails into it seemed to trouble it. Ava screamed for help and thrashed, but there was nothing she could do as it pulled her toward a hollow at the base of a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree proboscis, and then inside it.

No amount of money of boot and shriek helped, and it ended up making her pounding ankle feel worse 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 bit later another tentacle came along and wrapped itself around her other leg, politely avoiding her hurt ankle, and then two Sir Thomas More for each arm and one around her middle. It suspended her in a position position and she instantly felt better without the blood rushing to her head. Surprisingly, a twenty percent one appeared from the darkness and caressed her face, wiping away the stream of salty split. All of the vines felt oddly warm and silken, like they were alive in a more mammalian way rather than being a plant, and eventually Ava calmed down and her war cry simmered down to sniffling.

It was pitch wickedness and silent aside from the wet sounds of whatever plant life she was caught in ... moving around ? She didn't think plants could move, but it didn't seem like it was an fauna either. She waited for a few moment in silence and just as she was about to bid out, a tiny edition of the big unassailable vines holding her crept along her calf, winding and twisting around it like it was a tree trunk to be used for backing. Her skin prickled with horripilation 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 branch free, but the flora was far too strong. What was more gross than anything was the weird, slimy substance the all thing was coated with, almost like a escargot might be.

The first pocket-size vine was joined by another one of the same size that joined in the poking and tugging on her early leg, and within a few hour it'd figured out how to work her shorts off. Ava's lip went dry, and she wished she'd bear underclothes tonight. The girl bent her legs at the knee and brought them together as lots as the plant would permit, but the cool subway air still prickled at her impertinently shaved lips. Her sum pounded and she squinted her eyes shut, bequeath herself to calm down down. Whenever Ava was very uneasy or aroused, her pussycat 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 chest and allowed her wooden leg to shut, although the position only served to make her more vulnerable. Two tiny vines, the same I 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 knit asshole, Ava squealed and tried to move only to retrieve herself totally immobilized now.

The plant life seemed to be eruditeness, because the mo vine needed no help finding her now soaked cunt. It was gruntle in its probing, never doing anything more than flaccid caresses on her exterior back talk. It actually felt nice, and Ava felt herself relaxing a bit. No boy had ever paid so a good deal attention to her pussy before- they were too worried about their own pleasure.

She felt her bra being tugged on and then pushed up to expose her tits, which were promptly attacked by two Sir Thomas More vines that suctioned themselves onto her nipples hungrily. Somehow they applied suck, and Ava moaned loudly both in veneration and pleasure. Her pussy was wetter now, some of the lubrication dripping down between her ass cheek, and the vines down there squirmed and wriggled happily in the liquid. Her clit grew harder as she grew ruttish, and within just a few minutes the tiny nub protruded just the diminutive quantity from between her tightly shut twat lips. Her head lolled backwards and her mouth was agape, and now instead of wanting to shut her legs she was fighting to get them out-of-doors.

"Please,"she moaned, to no reply.

The minuscule, genteel vine that'd been playing with her pussy sassing retracted and she nearly cried out at the loss, but the sensation of something big and hotter kept her quiet. It poked clumsily at her inside second joint, leaving strings of blockheaded liquid state on her skin anywhere it touched, before finding its target. Her pussy lips parted easily for it, but she quickly realized it was far too bombastic for her. It rested its tip just between her mouth, only the very uppermost part of it anywhere near small enough to rest at the opening of her pussycat, 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 entering of her vagina, and she squirmed her hips down onto them just to try and get some genius back. The colossus vine retracted, leaving its minor counterparts behind who wasted no time at all.

One, and then the other slither slowly into her pussy. They were only the thickness of pencils and so she couldn't find them much at first, but then she felt them begin to swell. A deep moan wracked her and she wanted so badly to direct her hired man between her legs to her knockout, begging clitoris. No such luck, as the vines still held her tightly.

Her hips bucked and she cried out in frustration as the two vines inside her grew slowly from pencils, to dry erase markers, to finally the size of it of cucumbers. Why wouldn't they just move ? Ava cried out for them to do it her, which earned her nothing but a jolt from the vines inside her as they twitched. Her sexual climax was so close, and it was like this stupid plant life was teasing her.

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

The flora seemed to get a line her this time, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping pussy one at a time, in separation. 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 relievo.

The vines holding her legs together finally relaxed and let her splay them apart, and just as she felt the warm up titillation of climax at the back of her mind begin to produce, one of the vines in her cunt retracted and began to writhe around at her ass. She gasped and wailed a ‘ no !'into the darkness, her sexual climax still growing even as she tried to tense her asshole to disallow entryway. The vine wasn't having it, though, and it's ample sum of money of fluid saw its easy entree into her. It didn't hurt as much as she expected, and within a few shoal CVA she was growing to enjoy it. All that mattered was the stimulation on her button continued, and so far it was.

Again, the vines began to intumesce. With a loudly groan, she felt her epithelial duct 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 spread ... er, holes.

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

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

Just as her heart was slowing and the throbbing between her peg began to calm, she felt something creeping back between her legs. It prodded at her opening and she recognized it at the first oversized vine, and this time she wasn't as worried. Instead of hesitation, she panted operose and tried to jostle her hips toward it. Her brain was hazy with desperation, and yet the plant that held her prisoner seemed like it was in no big rush at all .