Fungi Fling
Ok. You want to know what goes on in my mind at 12:30 at night? Here's your answer.
Please note that this is the ORIGIONAL rough draft. I've not done any editing yet. It's also my first attempt at smut so comments are appreciated. Essentially, what I'm trying to say is, putting it bluntly, wow that's a lot of add ons to a sentence, it friggen sucks right now!
And now! Fungi Fling!
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It was the summer before my 17th birthday. I was on a camping trip. All by myself. I needed ideas to write about and I figured I would try being inspired by the forest. You know, the cliché author thing to do. I would have brought my video camera if I had known something like this was going to happen.
I had been walking for about four hours before plopping down in the middle of a clearing. As I looked around, I realized that there was moss on the face of every tree, as if peering into the clearing. I thought that was quite interesting considering that I had never seen moss grow like that before. Upon further inspection of the clearing, I noticed a bright blue fairy ring of mushrooms in the middle. Out of curiosity, I got up and walked over.
As soon as I hit the center of the fairy ring, these fuzzy vines lashed out and took hold of my wrists. I tried pulling at them to get them off but they were more durable than they seemed. The forest was quiet for a few moments. I took this opportunity to surmise that the vines were coming from the moss on the trees.
Now I had heard of sentient vines before. Taking unsuspecting males and females alike. What I normally did upon hearing such a thing? I dismissed it as bullshit. All those stories were rushing back to me now and strangely, I was getting a little hot under the collar.
It seemed that I wasn't the only one who noticed this either. Two more mossy vines shot out to my ankles and slowly began pulling my legs apart. Much to my displeasure, it didn't stop when I reached my limit. In almost blinding pain, it forced my legs to split on the ground, needless to say, by that time I was crying.
The activity stopped again, as if waiting for my pain to subside. It was then that I noticed the fairy ring had disappeared. A few minutes later, more vines leapt from the trees, ripping off my jean shorts and t-shirt.
I guess it didn't like the fact that I was wearing undergarments by the way the vines recoiled as they discovered my panties and bra. These too were torn away just like my clothes. The surprising part, to me anyway, was that I didn't even try to fight it.
The two vines then began playing with my breasts, gently running over my now hardened nipples and teasing across my stomach. I began panting as they continued their ongoing molestation of my breasts, feeling myself slowly growing aroused by their feel.
The vines then receded, save the ones around my wrists and ankles. There was once again silence as whatever it was prepared for its next move. After a few minutes of this silence, I found myself grinding back and forth across the grass, feeling the heat from this experience.
As I slowly came out of my daze, I noticed that now not only were the vines holding my legs apart, but there were mushrooms all over my legs, rooted into the ground. They were helping hold my legs down. I tried to move again, startled by the change. I felt something push up from under the ground and I had one of the most frightening thoughts I'd ever thought. "Holy shit I'm loving this!"
I felt whatever it was push up further, contacting with my now dripping sex. It felt cold and moist. About that time, I realized that it was a hard and rigid mushroom.
My eyes widened. As if to keep me from trying anything, the mushroom slammed itself into my sex, eliciting a cry of pain followed by a gasp of pleasure.
It slowly began rocking in and out of my hot, dripping sex, drawing cries of ecstasy from me as its cold ridges toyed with my nerves. By this time, I had forgotten all about my predicament and let myself enjoy the wonderful feeling of this thing bringing me the most pleasure I had ever had.
The rate of its thrusting increased and my body writhed in pleasure. I realized I was drooling but I didn't care, I was in heaven, shouldn't I be allowed? None of the times I had ever had sex could even come close to comparing to this.
The phallic shroom eventually stopped its once relentless assault on my now sore sex. I whimpered in disappointment none the less. A whimper cut short as the mushroom slammed into me again, breaking into my cervix and spilling a cold liquid into my womb. It pulled out with a pop, the liquid pouring out of my sex. The vines and mushrooms receded, leaving me to walk back to my campsite in pain.
It took me twice as long to get back to camp as it did to get to the clearing but I didn't care. I had just had the best sex of my life. As I sat by the fire, I pondered whether or not I should return to the clearing the next day.
That was four years ago.
Now, I own a cabin in that forest. There's this clearing in the back yard with a fairy ring of mushrooms too.
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Hope you guys liked it. ^^ It's really my first attempt at anything yiffy at all. Please by all means, be harsh. Hehe... I like it harsh.