This part, like all subsequent ones, is the fruit of the author’s sick fantasy. If you are not a fan of all kinds of monsters, tentacles, werewolves and other fabulous erotica - it’s better not to read it. I warned. :)
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Ghon

Ghon had been living in the lair of an adult female for a month, carefully pretending to be a very strange creature of the local flora. Outwardly, he was now a stalk about half a foot thick and about a foot long. He “grew” out of a tub filled with earth. His “leaves” framed the whole tub and completely covered the ground with them. Thus, from the side, even the tub itself was not visible - only its huge leaves and the trunk protruding from them with a slight thickening at the end. Both the leaves and the “stem” - it all boiled down to a large tuber buried in the ground, in which was the most important thing for Ghon - the brain. Tub Ghona was standing right next to her rookery, under the window, next to the soft stand under her head, which she used to sleep.

The worst thing in this situation was that Ghon was catastrophically undersupplied with protein foods. He was too slow to catch insects sometimes appearing in the house, and even more so - more perfect animals, so I had to dodge. The stupid female first poured a huge amount of water into the ground, but he simply physically could not drink it so much. Therefore, at some point she saw a dirty muck in the tub, replaced the ground and began to water significantly less. But to bring him something protein she did not guess.

Ghon, of course, was not stupid enough to think of anything. Using his only weapon, smells, he attracted insects to himself, they stuck to the surface of the leaves, which he had specially prepared, and thus he received at least part of the protein. Then, observing the environment, he spied on an effective technique for a spider - he was weaving invisible nets into which he caught gnawing beetles.

The only problem was that he could only do this at night — during the day the female could detect it, and the consequences were unpredictable. And Ghon could not risk yet. Therefore, he developed his schedule associated with her daily routine.

First, with the help of aphrodisiac smells, Ghon at some time forced the female to masturbate. She even began to sleep without clothes - in a fit of passion, she still crumpled and almost tore out the thin clothes that she still wore over herself at night. From the pleasure she received, the female slept well enough, and he also supported this dream, releasing a weak sleeping pill into the atmosphere. An hour before her supposed waking up, Ghon removed all traces of his nightly behavior: the remains of caught insects, grown thin creepers, spiderwebs. And then he stopped the flow of the toxin, and after a few minutes the female woke up, sank, and Ghon began again to stand up as a “flower”.

Of course, for all this he had to spend energy, and he himself had very little left. All his free resources were spent on cultivating within him what would allow him to gain control over this female. And this time has come. Now Ghon was just waiting for the right moment.

Elizabeth

Already a month Liz lived as if a completely new life. Something was happening to her, but she did not understand what. Her behavior, habits, actions have changed. She could not understand whether it was for the better, but she was different.

First, she masturbated almost every night. She surrendered to herself with all the fury and passion with which she had never in her life given herself to any man.She imagined herself with actors, athletes, with her husband, neighbor men, friends of her daughter and son in college, even with her son herself! Every evening she went to bed with another fantasy, with another imaginary member in herself. Mentally, she had already participated in the insane amount of orgies, coitus, she held in her mouth and in her hands the members of all the men whose owners she remembered. And not only members - in her erotic fantasies were women. She whipped them with a whip, or vice versa - they tied her up and did some absolutely unimaginable things with her. In general, the virtual sex life of Liz became diverse and insane, and the real one was reduced to her own fingers on the clitoris and vagina.

Secondly, she began to sleep well. Whether a pleasant pacifying smell from her new flower, or just silence in the house - she slept for exactly eight hours and woke up so fresh and vigorous that she turned over the mountains of work during the day. She had never done so much at home, especially when she was alone. For the first time since her husband left her, Liz had a perfect order in the house, fed cattle, watered garden.

Liz suspected that the blame for these changes lay on this strange plant that stood in the tub near its head. However, her knowledge (not too rich) in botany could not tell how this “flower” could affect her that way.

The evening was approaching, and Liz, tired of the day, came out of the shower. She hadn’t been wearing her nightgown for two weeks already — with her constant sexual pleasures, she was wearing shirts, and one had even torn when Liz рука hand pulled too hard for the hem. She looked at herself in the mirror.

Yes, she lost weight from such a rhythm. And, somewhere lost weight, but somewhere on the contrary pulled up. The legs became noticeably stronger, the shoulders - too. But the excess weight on the abdomen has decreased significantly. Her dark wet hair ran down her shoulders to the middle of the back, her big breasts were a little tired (still age), but still looked attractive. But the bottom and hips from the permanent work on the farm looked slim and fit. Yes, she is still nothing, even though she is already over 40!

Liz sat on the edge of the bed. In her head began the traditional evening sexual turmoil. For several years without a member, at the very thought of sex, she was already beginning to flow like a bitch. Her hand itself has already slipped between her legs and began the familiar and pleasant process of arousal.

At that moment, a wild thought slipped into her mind, inflamed by a wild lack of sex. This stalk - it looks like a member. He also sticks out of the tub among these soft leaves. And it exudes this exciting smell. Yes, it is generally a plant, and it is not a member, but ... she had not had a member inside for so long ...

Liz went to the tub, and squatted beside her. Interestingly, is this stem hard enough? She took it in her hand and held it as if stimulated by the male organ - up and down. Wow, he's not even very cold. Was it warm from staying warm? The crazy idea increasingly inflamed her imagination, disabling the remnants of the protesting mind. Liz still stroked the stem, ran her hand along the bud (also, by the way, strong enough) and finally decided.

Rejecting all thoughts of the insanity of his undertaking, the woman spread her bare feet with leaves and knelt on the ground in the tub (nothing, then go into the shower again). She was already shaken by the anticipation of what would happen next. She gently parted her labia with her fingers and began to descend on the plant's sprout sticking out of the ground. A wide bud penetrated her vagina, and she moaned with increasing pleasure.

Liz slowly and carefully descended as she could, sat down, getting used to the sensations, and began to move. Pictures changed in her head, the image of one sexual scene was replaced by another. Here, her departed husband gently moves in her, and now a huge Russian fighter with the face of an orangutan ruthlessly takes her from behind. And suddenly three huge black gangsters are raping her in front of the crowd. And then - again, the tenderness is already from the inexperienced hands of a young youth.Something sparkled and closed in her head. She already put her hands next to her legs and jumped on this process in a frenzied rhythm, finally feeling something solid in herself and so necessary to her.

Mad sex Liz lasted about fifteen minutes and, finally, ended with an enchanting, fiery, hot orgasm that covered her with a wave, made her arch and scream. For some reason she could not raise her arms, ...