My New Houseplant 2

The plant- really more fauna than flora- had empathic powers, able to read exactly what I wanted at a touch and pleasure me with a skill unmatched by any man I’d ever fucked. During the month I’d spent raising it from a seedling and half a year of the best sex of my life, we’d fostered a strong mental and emotional connection. It came as a surprise, however, the first time I felt its presence in my mind without physical contact.

I’d been worried all week. It had begun looking tired and unhealthy, the green of its vines fading to a sickly near-gray. Was it dying? I couldn’t be sure. Its symptoms weren’t listed in the care manual. But even though it had come with a lifetime guarantee from the manufacturer, I didn’t want a replacement. This plant was special to me.

I was at work, lost in apprehensive thought, when it happened. I felt a familiar presence in my mind as the plant called to me, urging me home. It was so strong I was out of my office chair and reaching for my coat before I realized what had happened. How was it that a creature with touch-telepathy could communicate with me from miles away? Then I felt it tug once more at my consciousness, and this time I didn’t hesitate. I told my boss I was feeling sick- only a half-lie, I thought- and was in the car two minutes later. When I got home I dropped my coat, purse, and keys on the floor in a heap and made a beeline for the basement, taking the stairs at a near-run, not pausing for breath until I was by my plant’s side.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, now in the habit of speaking to it the way others might speak to a pet, though this being was so much more. It was a friend. I ran a soothing hand along one of its vines. My fingers came away wet, which was strange. Normally it was dry unless I desired sex.

My friend must’ve been thinking along these lines because a moment later I felt one of its tentacle-like vines sliding up my skirt and between my thighs, rubbing my clit through my panties. Its natural secretion quickly soaked through the material and I began feeling the effects of its natural aphrodisiac.

“Alright, alright,” I said soothingly, able to sense its need strongly in my mind, feeling it mix with my own until the urge to fuck was ours together. It was something two humans could never achieve. I began pulling off my clothes until the last article- the black, lace panties I’d hardly worn since my husband left- dropped to the floor.

Instantly the plant was between my thighs again, one slick tentacle sliding against my clit so that my eyes fell closed of their own accord and I rolled my hips against it. I lowered myself to the floor, spreading my legs wide, and groaned as the vine pushed its way inside me. It was a familiar sensation, but there was a new sense of urgency to the act. My friend needed this, enough to reach out to me all the way at work and pull me back to it.

I felt a wave of calm as it informed me this was all according to plan. It had felt my anxiety, knew that I’d feared for its life, and now reassured me that nothing was amiss. In fact, everything was wonderful. Today something very special was happening for the both of us, and I experienced a thrill of eager anticipation.

The tentacle in my pussy thickened and began thrusting, pulling a groan from my lips. Everything felt more sensitive, and I knew, almost instinctively, that the lubricating oil the plant secreted was extra strong today, setting every nerve ending on fire. Even the hand I’d used to touch it tingled with the urge for more contact. I wrapped my fingers around another tentacle and stroked in time to its thrusts, loving the way the slick member slid against my skin, thinking I might be able to get off just from that if I tried.

The tip of a second tentacle began pushing against the tight, puckered hole of my ass. I spread my legs wider and remembered doing this for the first time, how nervous I was at the thought of my secret, double-penetration fantasy coming true. Now I was an old pro, and the thick vine pushed its way in easily, thrusting opposite its twin, fucking both holes in perfect rhythm.