As the plant’s tendrils lowered her bodily, its pink opening relaxed, closing in again, its soft pink edge reaching up as if kiss her approaching cock.
“WaiAA!” she cried as her tip touched the warm lips, flinching free in a rush of slick movement. Her cock bobbed towards a stop, the lips reaching and trailing after her, managing to kiss her tip again, only to cause another flinch as her cock was sent bobbing again. But this time she was sure - she did recognize that touch! Those lips, that opening, that’s what her tip had been touching so deep inside. It must be really flexible to -
“AAA, aaa” she cried as tendrils whipped around her cock, collecting near her head and squeezing into that ring of pleasure that had stroked her so well before.
“Oh yes, please, yes,” she begged under her breath, her hips reflexively trying to thrust again into the memory of that exquisite pleasure. Just the thought of that stroking and thrusting and kissing her head all made the pressure in her abdomen almost burst right then and there. She smiled in anticipation, her breathing catching and holding as the ring started to move, and stopped straight away. She looked down, saw the ring barely an inch from her head, having pulled her foreskin tightly back, leaving her head tensed free and glistening bare before the waiting lips. They kissed, and this time her sharp flinch and cry didn't move her cock at all, the ring keeping her tip firmly in place. The tendrils lowered her again.
“AAAAAA!” her hips shuddered wildly as she was eased down, the lips spreading over her head, contracting around her neck with her head fully inside the tight warm opening, the same feeling that had buckled her entire body before. But now it kept going, her bare head thrusting deeper, feeling every fold she slid through, every bump brushing her, their number gradually spiralling around her head and down her shaft as more of her sunk inside. Her hips were bucking, trying desperately to thrust, her legs clenching and toes curling, voice coming in breathier cries getting faster, quieter, higher, until….
Her cock was only a few inches in when it started. Her eyes and mouth flew open and stayed there. She felt the change, some last wall inside her vanish, her orgasm held back purely by the firm tensing of her cock. She’d been able to do this before, letting her orgasm start but holding back her ejaculation to just keep on enjoying the building of pleasure to new heights. But now she was doing it accidentally, her whole body clenched by itself, her mouth open but no sound coming out save a strangled half-noise. Her throat was clenched, breathing stopped, hips shaking before a building feeling that threatened to burst her as the feeling of her cock sinking further in grew to unfathomable heights of pure joy. She knew she had to breathe, had to let go! But the bliss of her cock still sinking inside, the staggering pressure about to be released, she couldn't, she couldn't… she did.
Her voice and orgasm exploded out of her. The pressure shot outwards through her body, as if it couldn't get out her cock fast enough in the first long spurt of intensity. Her hips thrust forward into it, the opening tightening on her as it did, sucking as she tensed, melding into her until it felt like her body and the plant were the same thing. Her hips shook against it, pulling back just long enough to thrust into another long spurt of bliss, and another, and another, there seeming to be no end it, and no want to end, no world, no time. Then there came a spurt that was less than the last, and another, and another, until the last of the pressure drained into her cock and was feebly thrust out of her.
Her body shook rhythmically, aftershocks making her muscles and her voice shudder joyfully and her hips try to thrust again, every tensing of her cock making the opening tighten on her in unison, greedily gulping at her cock like it always did after she fed it. Distantly she was aware of her eyes squeezed shut and hair clinging to her sweat damp face. She was smiling, oh how she was smiling - it hurt she was smiling so much, and she didn't care, not one bit!
“Fuuck,” she breathed out, “that was, fuuck! He he.” She was giddy, her voice shivering with another happy aftershock, “Mmmmm, I owe you all the milk in the world budd-EEEE - !” It started to lower her again.
Her cock continued to thrust in, tensing and shivering in the oversensitivity of her last staggering orgasm. But just like before, when it was her own hands that wouldn’t stop, somehow the sheer pleasure of it felt greater than everything else! And it felt so much clearer now, so much better, her hypersensitive cock feeling every fold she opened anew, every bump twirling her length, every gulp of the lips drinking her in. She couldn't believe it, couldn't get enough of it! The lips kissed her base.
“Aaa, haa, AAA”, it lowered her another inch, pushing her balls against its soft skin as it thrust her cock all the way in, the soft skin around the opening pillowing her hips as her entire length throbbed fully inside. It was still sucking rhythmically, the walls rushing in around her to squeeze. And she was still tensing, the aftershocks shivering her body in long spurts, her cock trying to squeeze out every last drop she didn’t know she had.
“Ah, ah - is that - it - buddy?” she asked between deep breaths. “You just - wanted to make sure - you got it all? Right? Ooh fuck, I think you got it all,” she could feel the tendrils tensing on her arms and legs, massaging her flushed skin. She knew what was going to happen - it was going to push her back up again. At least she hoped it would, or she may just fall asleep right here. She laughed again, thinking how nice that would be, to sleep slumped over this warm, generous lover, her cock snugly buried inside. But sadly, she knew from experience that she couldn’t sleep, not with her cock so hard. She was still hard, she realized with a shock. Fuck, what was it going to take to - the tendrils round her limbs began to push.
“Mmmmh!” she groaned through a smile as her body was lifted steadily up again, her cock beginning its long, shuddering journey all the way back up the tight opening, the bumps spiralling round her in reverse now, folds sliding over and closing past her tip, every one of them kissing her goodbye.
“MmmmmnnnnnAA... aah,” she breathed heavily, her cock popping free at last. She looked down to see its entire surface slick and shivering in the air above the plant. Somehow, despite the strength of her orgasm, she was still rock hard.
“Fuckin hell. Fuck.” She bit her lip. “Um, buddy. I think you, missed a spot?” She had no idea if it understood her, suspected it didn't. But her heart lifted as she saw its lips relax, and then reach up to kiss her. “Oh thank you, thank yOO” it kissed and devoured her tip again as it lowered her back inside. Slowly she slid all the way back down, folds reopening and bumps spiralling all over again, her cock trembling in time with the long cry of her voice.
“AAAAAAAAAA- Ah, ah, ha”, she breathed with her cock fully inside, her hips buried in the plant and her balls pressed firmly against it as its lips possessively kissed her base. Her eyes were wide, her breath heavy - as much with disbelief as with anything else. She could feel the pressure in her abdomen again! She’d only just cum! She still shivered with aftershocks! And she was going to cum again already?!
It lifted her back up, her body cringing as she felt every moment, every agonizing, amazing moment, gasping as she popped free, her eyes even wider, breath even heavier. She wasn't just going to cum - she was going to cum now! It kissed and sunk her back in, her eyes squinting as the feeling of every fold and twirling bump shuddered throughout the pressure in her abdomen, felt her legs clenching, toes curling, hips bucking. She wanted to thrust faster but the plant was all that was supporting her, she was so worn out - and she was close, so close, so close! She cried as much with relief as anything else as her balls pushed into the plant and hips wrapped around it - then were immediately lifted off it again.
“Nnnnn! Nnnnn!” she tried feebly. She couldn't take it, she was going to, going to! It lifted her all the way up, the lips tugging on her neck, on the verge of popping free - and refused to let go as it instantly sunk her all the way back in. She felt the change again, felt her orgasm starting, the tensing of her thrusting cock the only thing holding it back! Her balls touched and she exploded again.
“OH, OH, OH!” she screamed as again the pressure shot through and out of her body, her cock spurting out long unbearable waves of bliss. Her hips smacked against the plant, shuddering there and pulling back to smack into it again, and again, and again, and again! She couldn't stop it, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but enjoy the pleasure exploded throughout her shaking body all over again.
Finally, it started to subside. Her hips kept thrusting, more of a tap than a smack now as she shuddered against it, shivering in between. She was smiling again as its gulped on her relaxing cock. Wait - the ache was gone! She was still hard, she felt that clearly as she shivered with the textured surface suckling rhymically on her length - but she wasn't fully hard, not the achingly taught fullness she’d been unable to even dent herself. Was she finally going down?
“Oh, okay. Okay. Whew. Now could you lift me back up agAIN!” It pushed her up, its opening rushing past her in a blur of hypersensitive sensation and impossible pleasure, its lips pulling around her head before it thrust her back in again. She felt her tensing shaft thrusting all the way back in, her cock still trying to push out the last of her orgasm as her hips and balls smacked it and were pulled away again. It wasn't pausing, wasn't giving her a second to rest, and wasn't stopping, pulling and pushing her faster than before, thrusting her in and out over and over. Her eyes squeezed shut, hair clung to her cheek. Her muscles felt like putty - but she didn't mind, she just wanted to cum again, one last time!
“AH, AH, AH!” she cried in times with her hips rebounding off its surface. “AH, FU, AH, FU, OH, OH, OOH AAAH - !”
It gathered her back in, swallowing her deeply as she exploded again, her hips shaking and thrusting as her orgasm blasted out of her and into the gulping plant. By the third spurt it had started to lessen, and by the fifth she was slumped over the plant, her hips feebly bucking in the aftershocks. Her mouth was open, panting, just trying to breathe.
In time she vaguely saw that the plant’s rock was before her eyes, distantly registered that its surface was shrinking, no, moving further away, realized she was being lifted. But her cock, she couldn't feel her cock! Did that mean it had finally -
She fought against her limp muscles, looking down between her sagging arms and legs, seeing her cock lifted out of the middle of the opening. She was flaccid, her erection having finally subsided.
“Ha!” she laughed out loud, “Aw fuck, thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” she beamed down at the plant, unbelievably grateful, longing to throw her arms around it if she could move them at all. In such a short time it had finally gotten rid of her impossible erection. She was free.
She was still laughing and panting, her eyes closed, just enjoying the moment. She felt something touch her tongue, flinched a little, opened one eye to see a tendril reached up before her face, recoiled after having poked her in the mouth.
“Ha, I'm alive, don’t worry buddy,” she smiled, looking at the pink tendril, seeing its white end moving towards her, stroking her tongue. Was it kissing her goodbye? It was good kiss too, warm and sweet, a rich sweetness. Her eyes closed with her lips as she took a reflexive suck, feeling the warm sweet taste spread across her tongue and down her throat. She’d never thought of sucking it directly from the tendril, always poured the ‘mostly milk’ into a beaker to drink. Wait.
Her eyes flew open. She could see and feel her cock twitching, swelling. No! Reflexively she bit down hard.
The tendril recoiled back, white spewing from its severed end. She could still feel the rest of it twitching behind her teeth. She spat, spat again and again, her tongue lolling out as she tried to bring her hands up to brush it off. But she couldn't move her arms. They were still firmly held in the tendrils, which flexed tightly against her arm and legs, shaking strongly. She could hear a low sound coming from below, like a gurgling or wet grumbling, coming from deep within the creature. Its opening was closed, clenched shut over the rumbling sound, its tendrils clenched down against its sides, save the severed one still leaking white. It was held up before her eyes, tensing there, as if it was being meaningfully shown to her.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just had to stop -” she remembered, looked past the tendril, saw and felt her cock standing at full, aching hardness again.
Then the world was moving, rotating past her as she was turned around to face the roof. She felt herself being lowered, felt warm slick movement press against her from her upper thighs to her lower back. She was lying propped up on top of the plant now, her limbs hanging around it in the embrace of its tendrils. Was - was it letting her go? After just making her this hard again? Sure it was only a mouthful, so it’d probably go down after one orgasm. But still. Then she felt it easing her legs open, slowly but firmly. She looked down, saw her erect cock, saw and felt tendrils rising between her legs, around her sides, a forest of them rising up all around her hips, their ends curling inwards.
It wasn't grumbling anymore. Had it forgiven her for her mistake? She was about to get an answer, as she felt tendrils sliding between her legs.
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