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🕑 Added 2019-07-03 18:00:03 +0000 UTC
The vines emerged from the pool slowly, tentatively, like newborn puppies crawling blindly away from the safety of their mother’s warmth. But, with Dick controlling the flow of electricity stimulating them, they soon ventured out boldly, seeming to stumble upon the seven women who were arranged around the pool, chained down, staring at the tentacles with open doubt, surprise, shock, fright—and finally, anticipation.
Dick kept the energy setting low, the tentacles lethargic as they padded about the women’s naked bodies, feeling the firm physiques and bounteous curves that would arouse any man—and now, nonhumans as well. Their grasp became more possessive, seeming overjoyed to poke and prod the women, who relished the experience as a strange novelty—but slowly grew to enjoy the vines, dripping with pheromones, as they rubbed their lubricating green sap into creamy skin, ran their feelers over pillowy lips, wrapped around full breasts and toned thighs. Dick pumped slightly more energy into the pool, stimulating the tentacles further, and as if seeking refuge, they began to enter the women. Zinda’s sighing mouth found itself occupied by the tip of a tentacle. Helena had her own slender tip creeping between her buttocks, though not yet going in—only tickling her anus as her face twisted with a mixture of consternation and enjoyment. Donna… having shared many things with her best friend Kory, not all of them human… simply flickered with a joyful smile as her vine pushed into her cunt. But none of the women turned down the vines as they offered themselves to the women: to their lips, to their pussies, to their assholes, exerting a gentle pressure at Dick’s command which was almost indistinguishable from the touch of the man himself.
“Oh God—please—fuck me,” Dinah muttered, under her breath, trying to keep the other women from hearing. She knew they were feeling the same thing she was, their bodies expectant, skin goosepimpled, cunts wet, but it seemed wrong somehow to be the first to voice the lust they were all feeling. Not even wrong, but—normalizing. There was something deliciously naughty about this, like using a vibrator for the first time, and if any of them admitted how much they were enjoying it, the taboo would be broken. They all wanted to relish the forbidden for a little while longer.
“Fuck my sweet pussy,” she heard Barbara whispering, also trying to keep her voice down. “I’m on fire!”
Dinah didn’t dare look at her.
