The next day I again called in sick to work. Early in the morning, I made my way back to that secret place in the forest. I found my entry and crawled through. Nothing had changed, it was beautiful, calm and enchanting. I made no pretense of why I was there. I knew and the enchanted place knew I was there for sex. I took off my clothes and lay them in a pile. Then I wandered further into the meadow, walking along the creek.
I spoke out loud, "Mo? Mo? Are you here Mo? It's me Gabriella, I'm back!" but there was no answer.
As I walked I began to notice things I hadn't seen the day before. Here and there I noticed little mounds of grass with a mushroom growing out of it. The cap looked very much like a penis head. I knelt down to get a closer look; it really did remind me of a dick. A short little dick. At once I started to feel that old horniness again. I reached out and touched the dick like mushroom, it moved. I touched it again and it twitched and I was sure it seemed to grow a little bit.
I caressed the cap and it did grow! I was so excited at this little discovery that I got on all fours and licked it. Then I licked it some more and it grew again. My body took on a life of its own and I began to treat the mushroom as I would a real dick. I took it in my mouth and proceed to blow it. It grew to a firm ten inches till it was done and nice and thick. I knew why it was growing on the mound.
I straddled the mound of ground and engulfed the mushroom penis in my pussy. I sighed a sigh of pleasure as I slid down its length. I began to ride it up and down, twirling my hips, fucking myself with the mushroom. It felt so good. I rode and bounced and bucked. Grunts and moans escaped me, leaving no doubt as to whether or not I was enjoying myself. After some time, I began to feel myself start to cum. I savored it as it washed over me, making me grind down onto the dick like plant. I yelled out my pleasure, which was so intense that I passed out, falling forward, the mushroom still inside me.
When I awoke, the mushroom dick was gone, there was just the little mound with nothing growing from it. Here and there I spotted other mushrooms, and while I was tempted to repeat the experience, I had a feeling I should explore my secret garden of excitement a bit more. As I walked I looked at things differently. Instead of just a funny weed blowing in the breeze, I saw it as a tongue licking back and forth.
I tested my new vision be getting on my knees and lowering myself down to just above the plant. I lowered my pussy that last quarter inch till it touched the plant. I giggled as it passed over my exposed cunt with the light touch of a tentative tongue. I settled in over the plant and let it do its work. I was on my hands and knees, the plant lapping gently at my pussy. It was a pleasant feeling and I wanted more so I spoke to it, thinking it was worth a try. Stranger things were happening here.
"Lick me harder," I said. It worked! The plant used a firmer touch and I moaned, "Oh yes that's the way."
Like Mo, my pleasure seemed to egg it on. I reached between my legs and spread my lips with my two fingers. The tongue plant moved over my clit and the opening that was oozing with my juices. The more I moaned the more intense it became.
"Tongue fuck me" I moaned.
I felt the tongue dip inside my pussy and wiggle around. It was almost more than I could take. As I moaned and gasped, it worked over my clit and in and out of my pussy. I soon began to feel that old familiar sensation taking over my body. When it hit, it hit hard. I yelled out and went weak, falling forward as my arms couldn't hold me up any longer. I shivered and shook thinking it was going to be over, but as I lay there face down on the ground, legs spread wide, the incredible tongue plant kept working its magic. It was like having an ongoing orgasm. I bucked and moaned as wave after wave or pleasure engulfed my body. After what seemed like an eternity, it ended and I lay there trying to regain my strength.
I sat up and looked but there was nothing there. I had thought about digging up the plant and taking it home but it was gone as if it was never there. But I know it was, I touched myself and the evidence was there still. I was sopping wet between my legs.
Finally I got up and started walking again. I moved to the grove of trees with beautiful leaves in every shade of green you can imagine. I entered the grove and noticed that as I walked by certain trees, now and then a branch located about waist high and pointing downward would rise and point upwards.
I giggled at the obvious explanation. The trees were getting hard-ons as I walked passed them. There was one tree the caught my eye, the trunk was formed like an inverted V shape with a small branch at the apex and on either side larger branches. The small branch turned upwards and I couldn't miss the different shape it had. It was smooth and the end was bulbous.