Memoirs of Itty Siam

Chapter 9 – The New Gardener

As I moved out of the water my feet sunk into the warm sand at the waters edge causing to me to think that this might just be an ocean instead of a lake. Perhaps this is just a small lagoon as I could see the sides of the inlet but could not see anything but water on the horizon. The sun on the morning horizon felt warm on my skin as the water slowly dripped off or dried up. There were birds of sorts flying overhead, the species I could not recognize but several appeared to be similar to the seagulls that I was familiar with from my lessons. The air was filled with a sweet fruity smell that appeared to be emanating from a large patch of flowers that ran a long the shoreline at the edge of the white sandy beach.

Sensing no threats in the area I moved closer to the flowers, they were so pretty that I just had to get a closer look at them. As I got closer to the flowers I could see that some of them were fruit bearing. I could make out what looked to be mangos, papaya, and perhaps some sort of long slender bitter melon growing on a vine surrounding the gigantic flowers. My eyes were drawn to several larger blooms, they were about the size of beach balls, but had the look of a sunflower in multiple colors instead of the usual Earth yellow. The fragrance from the flower drew me closer, my mouth watered for a taste of the low hanging papaya sized orbs.

Still naked from my morning swim, and sensing no one around I approached the largest flower and pressed my nose close to it's dark massive center. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply, the aroma was intoxicating. My mind felt as if it were swimming in sea of post orgasmic endorphins and this was just after one whiff. My mind was so distracted by the pheromones produced by the plant that I had not noticed the vines snaking out from the plant to warp around my ankles. At the same time several vines lowered from the canopy of a nearby tree and took control of my wrists, stretching them out to my sides and pulling me into a spread "X" position as the vines from above and below worked in concert with each other to immobilize me in a compromising position.

My face hovered inches above the center of the flower, my nose pressed to its center then suddenly, the flower folded in towards its center trapping my face inside. I could feel the petals working my face like fingers... massaging my jaw, trying to push it down but it did not have to try too hard as the heady scent from the plant made me quite submissive. As my mouth opened willingly then I felt something pressing inside my open mouth. I could not see it but it was about an inch or so across, semi round to oblong with a large bump and a small indentation at the tip. As it slid into my mouth I felt a sweet sticky oil caress my tongue. I licked at the appendage slowly, flicking my tongue over it, wanting to taste more of the plant's sweet nectar. As I licked the plant's member, it shivered slightly and pulled then pushed in a little bit more stretching my lips and filling my small mouth.

As the plant pushed in again the thought of munching on young Sir William came flooding into my mind and I opened my mouth fully as the plant pushed in all the way to the back of my throat. I could feel myself purring softly as I began sucking on the plant the way I did Sir William's manhood. As soon as I became acquiescent the flower opened up releasing my head. I could now see what was moving like a piston in and out of my watering mouth. It looked like a long smooth zucchini but with out the small sharp bumps on it's skin, and was perhaps 8 inches in length.

With my head free I began moving my mouth forward in time with each thrust of the green rubbery member. The more I cooperated, the faster the thrusting became, just as it had with young Sir William. On instinct I tightened my lips around the probing phallus feeling that there was more to come. My tongue danced and licked over it's surface as it slid in and out of my tight lips, and then it happened... I felt a pulsing inside my mouth followed by a swelling of the phallus, then a gush of sweet orange nectar splashed against the roof of my mouth, showering my tongue with a sticky sweetness. The second blast was massive and caused me to choke, sputter and gag as the thick stream impacted against the back of my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could but the blast was too much and the backwash forcefully slipped past my lips and dribbled down my chin onto my small firm mango sized breasts before sliding down over my tummy to run between my legs and drip off my hairless mound.

Each time the thrusting member would bulge and forcefully deposit another large load of sweet goo inside my mouth. The front of my torso was now covered with a sweet orange slime and my stomach was filling to capacity. I thought that I had died and had gone to what could best be described as heaven, but yet I wanted more. As the plant pulled away I moved my mouth forward, trying to take in the last few dribbles. Somehow the plant realized this and moved back within range of my small pink pointed tongue. I sucked and lapped up as much as I could before it pulled away. I was permitted a few minutes to catch my breath before the next flower pressed its appendage to my lips, and enthusiastically I opened my mouth to let it in.

The second was about the same size as the first but the oil on its skin was not as sweet, but still tasted good and I wanted it all. This one was not as tender as the first but the sensations were not unbearable as it began to piston in and out of my mouth. My lips tightened to provide more resistance and I sucked softly as this plant used my mouth and lips for its pleasure. Unlike the first flower, this one moved faster, deeper and with more force and from time to time the head of the green phallus bumped against the back of my throat. Once again I was thankful that my creators had eliminated my gag reflex.

The second flower lasted longer than the first, though I was surprised the way it pounded in and out of my mouth with more force than the other, but the result was the same, the fibrous member bulged and gushed, bulged, and gushed over and over, filling my mouth, stomach and coating my breasts and torso with the copious amounts of goo that my mouth and lips could not contain. My stomach was close to being over full and when I looked down I could see a bit of a bulge on what used to be a totally flat tummy. My first thought was that I would not have to forage for food for a week or so. My thoughts were interrupted as the vines holding me turned and repositioned my body bringing me to my knees with my back facing the plants. I was pushed downward with my chest almost touching the grass-covered ground. The vines were still supported me, but now they pulled my arms behind me and secured them behind my back by wrapping around my wrists and forearms.

I turned my head to look over my shoulder in time to see a vine with a tip shaped like a cucumber with a bulbous orange head snaking toward my exposed womanhood. This new member pressed against my goo covered nether lips and start to push inside. It didn't take much force for this over-grown garden trespasser to slip inside causing a loud moan to escape my lips. The fit was tight and caused me some discomfort, as it was much wider than I was, or anything else that had been inside me before, however I stretched well to allow it inside with the help of my natural moisture and the orange goo that had dripped down my torso and settled between my legs.

The thick plant pushed in slowly then stopped about half way down my slick tunnel before withdrawing almost all the way, then plunged back in again a bit deeper. A soft moan escaped my lips as I automatically angled my hips for the next thrust, and when it came the thick orange bulb sunk in deeper this time and I could feel myself being spread as it plunged in deeper. The bulb pulled out again then plunged in about as far as it could go causing me to yelp and readjust the position of my hips for what I knew was about to come next. The plant pulled out once again then plunged in, slowly building up a rhythm, thrusting in and pulling out. Each thrust causing a soft squishy sound down between my legs followed by a gentle jiggle of my small firm breasts. I could feel the fibrous member swelling inside me, spreading me more than I had thought possible outside of childbirth as it continued to thrust deep.

As the plant continued to burry it's self deep inside me I could feel my own excitement rise as the plant thickened. My mouth opened and closed with each thrust, a loud moan escaping each time the cucumber-sized organ hit bottom. As best as I could with my arms trussed up behind my back while supported upright, I pushed back against the thrusting phallus. My slender body began to spasm as the powerful quake that had been building inside of me was let loose. My body was like a bucking bronco, thrusting back as the plant thrust it self inside me over and over. Just when I thought the waves of pleasure would end, the plant would thicken and thrust harder which started my orgasmic cycle over again.

My mind raced in wonder as to how long I could keep this up, or how long this had been going on. My breath was becoming shorter as the plant abused my tight little kitty. My body was beginning to fail me as I felt that I just couldn't get enough oxygen. I looked back over my shoulder with bleary tear filled eyes and noticed a bulge in the vine that was abusing me, and the bulge was moving inside the vine toward me like water through a fire hose. I watched in awe as a second, third, and forth bulge appeared and moved toward me. I closed my eyes and steeled myself knowing that I'm about to be spread open twice as much as I had already been. The first bulge pushed inside me painfully. There was a great gush of the same orange good that I had swallowed earlier, but there was something else too that felt to be about the size of a golf ball that was planted inside me. The second, bulge entered me and the phallus inside me stopped thrusting; it had expanded just inside my lips to keep the following goo and nodules from escaping. Blast after blast entered me from each of the following bulges causing my lower abdomen to grow and distend as there was no place for the goo to go other than deep inside me. Each pulsed moved the small orbs deeper inside me, and I could swear that I felt tiny little pin pricks inside me as they attached themselves to my inner workings. As the last bulge erupted inside me the orgasm train I had been riding peaked. My vision went black as my consciousness left me.