>>2595777(here's the good part)
Soon the vines came round about me like caressing hands.
One of the vines, with the deftness and delicateness of a woman's hand, unbuckled my pants, and slid them down to my ankles.
At the tip of the vine grew what looked like a long pink and white flower, with a sweet nectar that clung to the inside of the long thick petals.
The flower fully encompassed my penis, and with strong but gentle contractions, began to caress my penis up and down, taking it inside itself with a sucking sensation, while the many petals massaged it, lubricated with the sweet nectar.
The inside of the flower was warm and soft.
The woman began to moan.
Soon, the rest of my clothes were removed with the same deftness as my pants, and I was reaching climax.
Then the woman pulled the vine with the flower away, and approached me.
Two of her vines reached down and parted the curtain of leaves about her waist, revealing a small pink flower where a woman's pussy would be.
Slowly, as if for the first time in spring, the flower opened, and the woman placed herself above my erect penis.
I rubbed the tip of my penis along the soft petals. They were more supple and delicate than the softest flower you ever felt.
The inside of the flower seemed to close off tightly. But the lady lowered herself down onto my penis, slowly it penetrated her flower, and she arched her back, and began to move slowly up and down.
The inside felt like a hundred soft, wet nubs, each moving on its own, were squeezing my penis.
I thrust inside her ever deeper, touching more unseen warm tendrils and facets of her inner canal.
Soon I ejaculated inside her, and we stayed there a moment, her heaving breast against mine.
I woke up, having totally jizzed in my underwear.
