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Dear all adults,
   How about we put up our fave. allowable story from Net that we
consider 'Keepers'
Luckily my Hubby can't read, lol, so i can save stories.

   This story, altho' Sci-Fi. managed to soak two towels.  For me, i
give it 9/10 and ****+

   Enjoy:


                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N


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 Archive name: bloomer.txt (f/plant, preg, mc)
 Authors name: Dragonfly (no adress)
 Story title : Late Bloomer

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              Copyright (C) 1996-99 Dragonfly
 Please do not remove the author information -- or make
 any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-
 commercial "free" web sites, or in the "free" areas of
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 Late Bloomer (f/plant, preg)
 by Dragonfly

 "It's the most interesting find from my trip to the
 Amazon last summer," she proclaimed proudly. "I suspect
 the bud will open in the next couple of days, and I
 want to be here when my vine blooms."

 The board of directors of the arboretum nodded their
 approval, and gave her permission to spend the night
 on the grounds for the purposes of researching the new
 tropical flower. She was thrilled and promised a full
 report, showing them her new laptop computer with
 enthusiasm.

 The first night was uneventful, but the next day she
 did notice that the bud had lost all traces of green
 color and seemed less pointy at the tip. She carefully
 measured the bud, which was indeed slightly fatter
 since the previous day, and continued writing her
 report into the afternoon. After dinner she returned
 and settled down on a nearby bench to work on the
 report for a different plant while she waited for this
 one to do something. She began to nod off at about
 3:00 a.m., but after getting some coffee from the
 machine in the visitor's center, she started typing
 again.

 The huge flower opened at last, the large white petals
 unfurling to reveal the sexual organs of the plant. It
 began to release a sweet, yet musky fragrance, and this
 was what attracted her attention at last. She looked
 up, nearly dropping her computer when she saw the size
 and beauty of the plants display.

 "It's a night-bloomer, just as I thought!" she
 exclaimed to no one in particular.

 The botanist strode quickly over to her discovery,
 opening the appropriate file in her plant database.
 She noted the size of the open flower, measured its
 four silky petals, noted the absence of any stamens,
 and examined the pistol, the flowers most interesting
 and unusual structure.

 It was the shape of the handle end of a baseball bat,
 but with a few differences. The flat knob at the tip
 was ruffled and fluted, appearing delicate, but the
 structure was actually quite firm to the touch. Another
 interesting feature, she noted, was the series of
 raised ribs encircling the shaft. She got out her
 measuring tape.

 "Pistol 7-1/8" (18cm) in length, superior position.
 Ruffled, head-like stigma, 1-1/2" (3.3cm) in width."
 she eagerly typed into her laptop. "Style and ovary
 ribbed, style 3/4" (1.9cm) in width at narrowest point,
 ovary 2-1/8" (5.8cm) at base. Entire flower highly
 fragrant."

 Turning her attention now to the intoxicating scent,
 she bent down and breathed deeply. The effect was
 immediate -- she became slightly dizzy, and felt a
 tingling throughout her body, something she suddenly
 realized she had missed in the last couple of years.
 She immediately got down onto her knees, ignoring the
 twigs that poked her from out of the half-rotted mulch,
 and inhaled the wonderful perfume again. The effect was
 stronger this time, and the tingle began creeping
 towards real stimulation.

 "Fragrance of flower seems unusual an should..." she
 began to type, breathing deeply of the heavy scent.
 Unknown to her, the drugs effect was cumulative, and
 the shy tingle had now turned into an insistent
 pulsation, accompanied by moisture and desire.

 She put the laptop down blindly and breathed in again,
 closing her eyes. She only half heard a rustling sound
 around her as she continued to inhale the aroma of the
 unique plant, becoming more and more stimulated with
 each breath. Her hand moved underneath her skirt and
 past her underwear, which were now quite wet. As if in
 a dream, she took her soaked panties off with one hand
 as she sought out her pussy with the other, and her
 head lolled from side to side as her eyes closed.

 The potent aphrodisiac of the flower had her complete-
 ly, and she began to delicately lick the sweet beads
 of sticky nectar from the sides of the pistol's ribbed
 shaft. Vines began to rustle, then move around her, but
 she merely found stimulation in the leafy caresses of
 the strange plant.

 The vines moved around her legs, gently yet strongly
 encircling her firm tanned thighs, and she groaned
 softly with pleasure. She surrendered to it, throwing
 her arms back to let the plant do with her as it would.
 The thick branches bore her gently off the ground,
 supporting her completely as the vines around her
 thighs began to spread her legs. The vines that were
 not holding the woman formed a thick bower around her,
 sheltering the scene from view.

 The pale, ghostly white flower began to move as well.
 It raised up until it was even with the young woman's
 body, then slowly, gently, touched the ruffled head of
 its sex to the now swollen lips of her vagina. She
 gasped with pleasure, and her tunnel became hot with
 desire, twitching of its own accord in anticipation.
 The flower pressed against her more insistently, and
 as if in a dream, she reached down with both hands and
 spread herself apart eagerly to accept it.

 The rough head of the flowers organ slipped past her
 lips and entered her wet pussy, its irregular texture
 stimulating her to incredible heights. She groaned and
 writhed impaled, and the more her cunt twitched, the
 more stimulated she became by the plants organ.

 It slipped deeper, and just as the ruffled head passed
 by her sensitive cervix, her pussy lips began to
 encounter the ribbed shaft. Ring after ring popped
 inside deliciously as the head pushed ever deeper. She
 felt herself being stretched wide open as the progres-
 sively thicker shaft forced her farther open, her
 pleasure intensifying when the rough head reached her
 deepest regions. Still it pushed deeper, stretching
 and straining at the very back of her canal, the last
 few ribs popping their way suddenly past her entrance.

 Finally the cool, silky petals caressed her thighs,
 clit, and ass, and she exploded into orgasm as she
 foggily realized the entire thing was deep inside her.
 She bucked and thrashed, screaming in pleasure, and
 the flowers organ twisted inside her, stimulating her
 beyond anything she had known before.

 Her orgasm began to wane, but the flower added slow
 thrusts in and out to the twisting motion, causing the
 ribbed shaft to work her lips and clit. She approached
 orgasm a second time, and felt a change in the plants
 pistol inside her. It began to enlarge slightly, then
 gave a great spasm as the thinnest part of the shaft
 suddenly swelled to almost 3" in thickness, deep in-
 side  her for a brief moment, the moment at which she
 climaxed yet again. She felt a cool, wet pressure
 against the back of her already stretched tunnel.

 She shuddered as the shaft, which had returned to its
 original dimensions, slid out of her engorged and
 pulsating cunt. The vines set her down on the damp
 earth gently, then returned to their former positions
 on the trellis structure around her as did the flower.

 She lay on the ground for a few minutes, then as the
 aphrodisiac began to wear off, she sat up and looked
 at herself. Thick, sticky liquid seeped out from her
 pussy, so she took some on her finger and examined it
 carefully.

 She noted the texture, which was the consistency of
 honey, and even tasted it. It was sweet, just as she
 had expected. But there was something more -- the
 color was yellowish, and upon closer examination, she
 determined that it was from the tiny yellow specks
 that were suspended in the thick, clear liquid. Taking
 out a large plastic collection bag from her field kit,
 she stood up and let as much of the liquid as she could
 run from her vagina into the collecting bag. She then
 collected her things, remembering her discarded under-
 wear, and headed for home.

 Under the microscope on her dining room table, she
 confirmed her suspicions that the yellow specks were
 pollen grains.

 "So it only appears to be a female flower, with no
 visible stamens, but it's really the male flower. The
 pollen must be stored inside what looks like the ovary.
 How odd."

 She got a sudden chill as another thought occurred to
 her.

 "If that's the case, then how does the plant reproduce?
 What do the female flowers look like?"

 But in the subsequent months that she studied the plant
 and its blooms, the only type of flower she saw develop
 were like the one that she had... encountered... and
 they died within just 24 hours of opening. Perhaps it
 was a male plant and needed a whole separate female
 plant to propagate, like many fruit trees, she specu-
 lated.

 It took her a couple of months to notice that her
 period had stopped. Of course, she couldn't know about
 the tiny green seeds that were forming inside her at
 the time, the union of her eggs and the plants pollen.

 By the middle of winter, five months after her exper-
 ience with the flower and three months after a home
 pregnancy test had turned up negative, she began to
 notice that her pants were getting harder to fasten.
 Finally, one morning, she laid down on the bed and
 pressed her fingertips deeply into her gut, not sure
 what she would feel. She discovered a collection of
 hard, round shapes, something like having a belly full
 of small apples.

 She sat up and pushed harder, trying to count them and
 realizing at the same time that they were inside her
 womb.

 She gasped, understanding immediately what had hap-
 pened. Upon reflection, she also wryly concluded that
 there was probably no need for female flowers at all,
 and wondered how many Amazonian girls had found them-
 selves in the same situation. With her next thought,
 she wondered what would happen to her in the months
 to come.

 She didn't get any larger, so she simply wore dresses
 and drawstring pants to work -- her condition didn't
 show at all under the loose clothes. It wasn't until
 early March that anything happened. She was getting
 into bed one evening and felt a slight movement inside
 her womb. She stopped and stared down at herself,
 unsure what to do, and tried to feel the hard shapes
 inside her belly with her fingers. They were still
 there, and seemed unchanged, so she simply went to
 sleep and wondered what she would encounter in the
 morning.

 When she threw the covers off that Saturday morning,
 she felt another movement and looked down. A thin,
 pointed, white "finger" was protruding from her pussy
 lips, looking much like a five-inch ghostly carrot. It
 was covered with tiny fibers or hairs, and as she
 watched in amazement, it slowly continued to grow. She
 could feel the tendril sliding out of her vagina as it
 grew, and it snapped into her mind that the seeds must
 be germinating. This was the strong baby root, and it
 was searching for some earth to bury itself in.

 Almost without thinking about it, perhaps because she
 was still sleep-addled, she waddled carefully over to
 a large houseplant in the corner of the room and let
 the root touch the moist soil in the pot.

 Almost immediately the white root burrowed into the
 large pot, and she was stuck. She began to panic as
 she realized she was quite literally rooted to the
 spot, but before too long, she felt a hard shape begin
 to work and pull its way out of her womb. She began
 to push it out, working with both belly muscles and
 hands, and within about 30 minutes, a dark brown seed
 the size of her fist popped out from her wet vagina.

 But almost as soon as the first seed had worked its way
 out of her, another white root began to emerge. She
 didn't notice it until it was too late, and she again
 found herself attached to the soil. After the second
 seed had come free of her, easier and faster than the
 first, she quickly got up and found another large
 plant. The hairy root that was now emerging eagerly
 burrowed deeply into the pot, and then a third hard
 seed was born.

 After the fifth seed came, she ran out of large pots
 in the house, so she strode carefully out to the back
 porch, looking for that bag of potting soil she had
 left over from last summer. The roots seemed to come
 faster and faster, eagerly looking for somewhere to
 burrow. She got as far as the middle of the yard when
 she felt a yank on her womb, and looked down to see
 that two more white roots had anchored her to the spot.
 She had to wait for the huge seeds to pop out of her
 hole, one right after the other, before she could
 finish making her way to the shed. She got the door
 open and stepped inside, but another powerful root
 stopped any further progress.

 After waiting for this seed to come, she went in and
 found the soil. Naturally, just as she got the bag
 open and sat her sore pussy down on it, she felt no
 more movements. Just to be sure, she remained there
 for some time, but the seed at the door of the shed
 seemed to be the last of them.

 It took a couple of years for the plants in her bedroom
 to mature. But one fall night, just as she was slipping
 out of her clothes to get ready for bed, she caught a
 familiar musky fragrance in the air. She smiled, turned
 toward the pot in the corner of the room, and saw the
 huge flower as it began to open. She lay down on the
 bed, inhaling the heady aroma, and was rewarded a few
 minutes later with the firm touch of a roughly textured
 shape against the lips of her love tunnel. The plant
 was then rewarded as she reached down eagerly to spread
 herself wide open with both hands...

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 Please!  Keep this and all adult stories away from
 children.  They should be playing outside in the sun,
 not reading adult erotica. Thank you.
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 Kristen's collection - Directory 10

Next time, I shall put up, if allowed, the next story that was also a
two towler and needed no added stimulation as when i read good stories
that i enjoy, i 'feel' i'm there, in side it.  (oooooerrrrr! .. smile)
 
maisy mooe  (mrs)

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