it
was. It was always cut off by a tense, excitable giggle, such as in Bethan's case, or a knowing, smirky look accompanied by pursed lips, like Tracey. Cori didn't know for sure if Tracey had seen one of the plants, much less been with one -- but she knew of others who acted in similar ways after their interactions.
She wouldn't have been to surprised, after all -- it was her and Bethan that had revealed the location of their growth to the campus authorities, who had quickly and efficiently sterilised it and removed all trace of the growth, as was government policy concerning the "weeds." Both had promised they'd never come close to it, and no one could find any evidence against their word. If only they'd thought to listen to their locker-side conversations.
Looking around herself once more, Cori took another two steps without really thinking about it and had to stop herself physically before she moved any more. She was getting ahead of herself, letting the intensity of the stories pile up inside her head without really considering the consequences. The aroma here was even stronger and as she breathed it in she found it had the giddying effect of making her feel weightless, as if it were lightly wrapping itself around her brain and lifting her up so that her whole body felt lighter than it had been. She almost fell another step closer.
I'll just take a look and leave,
she thought to herself, staring at the nearest pink tube now, watching as the thick, wavy secretion coating it from tip to sepal seemed to flow freely down its length like a gooey, viscous gel.
Just enough to see it up close. Then I'll turn and run.
She took another step closer. And then another. Before she really knew it, she was striding ahead, and within seconds she was mere feet away from it.
This close, the smell was like nothing she'd ever scented before. It filled her up like the intensely sweet smell of candy or rich perfume, yet ten times as thick. She could almost feel it rubbing against her windpipe as she sucked deep inhalations of it down, shuddering as it breezed back up again as if the very motion soothed and coated her insides.
Cori fell to her knees two steps away from the plant, her wide eyes full of the phallic tube, oblivious at this point to the world around her. She almost wouldn't care even if someone came upon her right at that moment. Leaning in close and inhaling deeply, Cori's face widened somehow even further in a full, total grin as she smelled the plant's rich perfume. Her nose was only an inch from the tip of the tube as she sucked in the fragrance, and when she sat back from it, she sat low, her body relaxed, her butt on her heels. A tiny clear mark was on the tip of her nose where she'd ever so slightly touched it, leaving a tiny spot of clear goop there. She didn't know it was there.
She almost didn't notice it as it began to wave about in front of her. She only realised it when she saw the puff of minute pink dust that seemed to be spraying out of the tube on all sides in front of her. She blinked and it almost went away -- but then, had it been there at all, or had it simply dissolved into the air in that time? She thought she could make out a slight pink haze about her, but perhaps that was just a side effect of the aroma.
Gasping, Cori felt the cool touch on her leg and looked down. There, the plant's outstretched green branch had bent so that the thin, long pink tube hung low, level with the part in her legs. It was waving softly there, gently tapping against the insides of her thighs, leaving cool wet spots wherever the gel-like coating touched her skin and, smiling at the thing's strange ministrations, she unwittingly took it as an indication and wiggled so that her legs parted a little more and she sat a little lower to the ground. She sighed and smiled a grin that nearly split her face in two as she zoned out a little, happy that she was discovering this new and exciting thing for the first time.
The next thing she knew, her pussy was full.
.
Gasping suddenly, Cori was stunned to discover her own sacredness opened and a warm, almost completely un-feelable length sliding smoothly up inside her. She gasped but that only made her inhale more of the sweet musk, and as she felt the pink tube atop the plant's flower penetrate her further and further, completely unhindered by her panties and weirdly disconnected from it and her own body, she found she couldn't fight it. She wasn't even sure she wanted to, but when she tried to tense her legs to move back or stand, or to take the plant's long green frond in her hand or reach down to remove it, her limbs simply didn't respond. She could feel them, but they weren't listening to her.
Still grinning like an idiot, Cori watched what was now only a thin green tube between her legs, not really seeing anything as her brain focussed entirely on the sensation. It was like what she was feeling was the sensation of her body moving away around the tube, rather than the tube itself inside her -- it was an utterly stunning sensation and one she quite liked, but unlike anything she'd felt before. This flower, because of its thick, viscous lubrication and thin, long shape, simply pierced right up her insides without resistance, only stopping when she felt the soft, cold, rubbery leaves of the flower's base contacting her labia. She shivered at the contact, knowing that the full probably eight inches of the pink tube was buried inside her and she hadn't felt a bit of it.
Cori sighed, tingling all over, settling into the sensation. She simply couldn't be scared -- or anything, for that matter -- when she felt this good. Here she was, alone on a sunny day, exploring the open landscape, discovering new things in her world, happier than she'd ever been, on her knees, completely immobilised by the magical plant as it penetrated her body in her most sacred place and made her feel even better. She sighed again, and somehow relaxed even more into it. She almost thought she could feel it right at her very deepest corners, at the utmost point of her vagina. Full completely and not a single bit of pain.
The pain jabbed through her giddy, floating bliss like a knife piercing flesh and she gasped, jolting forwards. She collapsed onto her chest, her arms never moving to support her, her cheek planting itself in the cold mud at the plant's base, the surprisingly strong green frond reaching up underneath her, still connecting itself to her body's deepest corners. The gasp had made her suck in more strong perfume, and as she looked about herself, her green eyes wide, she saw what she thought were the other tubes wafting back and forth just as the first one had done, each emitting a gentle cloud of almost invisible pink mist.
They waved at the corner of her vision, above her now, and slowly, she settled again, her sudden tenseness melting from her insides as she relaxed into the soft dirt beneath her body once again. Below her, her skirt hitched up so that the hem hung just at the apex of her butt, her lower body bared to the cool air, its pink tube buried completely in her body so that only the sepal leaves, which were slowly unfurling to wrap gently but tightly up against her skin were visible, was the plant's limb, coupled with Cori's body in the most intimate of ways, as if she were a ripe tomato and the plant's phallic stigma were her stem, connected deep within her and cradled by soft, cool leaves.
Blinking, Cori watched the fronds wave softly back and forth with a waning concern, finding she rather fancied this low-down, grass-roots view of the world. She giggled to herself at the 'grass-roots' line, realising dumbly that that was exactly what this was -- the grass's roots. Slowly, the fronds faded away, and she let them willingly, until all that was left was Cori and the bubbling, warm bliss of empty happiness in her head that seemed to originate from nowhere and everywhere, so far disconnected from the world, the plant and her body that anything could happen to it now and she'd never even notice. After a few moments, she had floated away.
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