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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Latex Bloom - 4 by Cordelia Speedicut (cordelia_speedicut@hotmail.com) *** A girl is introduced to her explorer aunt's newest specimen - an unknown tropical plant that proves to have a unique and symbiotic life cycle. Stimulating and occasionally humorous complications result. (MFff, ped, inc, orgy, sci-fi, preg) *** Five days after we'd arrived at Auntie's, the 'birthing' began. For Anne, Meg and me, it went easier than before - we'd become more... elastic down there. We popped a dozen seeds each in about an hour, meanwhile taking turns holding back our next wee gift in order to help Wendy with her first several. Once done, we let our new conscript sleep while we lay on the big bed and exchanged notes. Well, actually it was more like Anne went into clinical mode and debriefed me. "How often did you do it after you got home, back in September?" "What makes you think...?" "Cuz we did," said Meg. "So how many?" "It's not as though I was counting." I allowed as how I had discreetly lined up a stable of three of the boys in my class, showing each in turn how it was done. I was constantly horny, and soon perfected the speed hump - nailing a guy in a closet or empty hallway in three minutes flat. At least, that's how it went in the beginning. After a while, they were good to go for as long as we could manage to hide out, which still wasn't necessarily very long. Then I decided to seduce Mr. Clark. He seemed interested in spite of himself, so I decided to take him head on. I hung around after school, saying I wanted help with my Biology (true enough), and then I more or less jumped him. After I'd sucked on his tongue for a bit, his look of shock faded and he started to suck back. "So did you fuck him often?" "Well... yeah. As often as we could manage." "And did you notice anything odd?" "No. Well, not really. He sort of had a growth spurt..." "Growth spurt." "You know - like, his pecker grew an inch or two. And he was lasting longer. Did I tell you about the Saturday before I was knocked up again?" That was the day I'd finally brought along Wendy. We each told our mom we were going to sleep over at the other's house, and then we both went to Mr. C's instead. He led us straight to his hot tub to play in - only it was empty. He grinned and tipped a big bottle of vegetable oil inside. I was a bit doubtful, but the thing did have seats and ledges that suited all sorts of positions. As it turned out, it was great. He fucked us both nine ways to Sunday, and every half hour or so he dumped about a pint of sperm in us and on us. Between his jism and our girl juices and the Mazola, we were all as slippery as eels. Round about dinnertime, we took a break, sharing a long shower and then wolfing down some delivered pizzas. After that we stumbled off to bed and played some more. I finally fell asleep with his still-hard cock in my belly. We had another round the next morning, before Wendy and I regretfully staggered back to our respective homes, our unused pyjamas in our backpacks. When I'd told my story, Anne said, "You know that none of this is normal, right? Grown men do not experience growth spurts of the penis, nor do they routinely orgasm endlessly and on demand." "Well, it did seem a little odd..." "It's alright - we had much the same experience. Megan managed to fuck a number of her classmates," - here Meg smirked - "and then I picked up a likely looking young man at a local tavern." Poor Anne had no man in her life. After her husband had left her, not long after Meg's birth, she'd put all her energy into her work. "We found he developed along much the same trajectory as your Mr. Clark. He serviced us both quite thoroughly right up until October." When the flowers had bloomed, in other words. "The point is that even after we've given birth - now, that is - we're still raging cauldrons of pheromones, hormones and aphrodisiacs. I've tried to identify the sequence in which each one peaks, but... the truth is, it's been a little difficult to focus. "The impregnation cycle seems plain enough - roughly every six months, so far. Gestation is about eleven weeks. After the birthing, there seems to be a phase where we drive the men wild. I think that evolved to the plant's benefit as well. Remember how I told you the Indians practically worshiped these things? Not just the women - we can understand that." Here she winked at us. "This way, the men are happy too. Apparently, being transformed into a 'babe magnet' works for guys in any culture." "There's something else," said Meg. "Have you had a good look at Mama?" I was looking at all of her at that very moment. It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing. Anne had changed - gradually but steadily since last May her body had tightened and smoothed, so that she now looked young enough to pass for our sister... except possibly for the fact that Meg was nuzzling one of her taut breasts in a slightly un-sisterly way. Anne gave me a sultry smile, obviously pleased by this particular development. "Hot stuff," I agreed, and we proceeded to have a farewell romp. Next morning Wendy and I were on the bus for home, with three carefully stowed Gaia-plants (as Anne was now calling them) for Angie and our mothers. That same afternoon, we three girls got together in my bedroom, and things got even more complicated. After Angie had admired our changed bodies - slug free, with swollen breasts and shrunken bellies - she announced it was time to play. Wasting no time, she climbed on top of me and started in on a lovely sixty- nine. I was drifting with the sensations, caressing her soft cheek as she nuzzled my pussy, when she said, "Oh!" and Wendy said, "Ummm - Cyn?" I brushed Angie's face one more time and then stopped to consider the fact that I was also holding her pretty little stern in both hands. After tumbling about to change positions, the three of us finished up all staring closely at my bottom. There, from between my flushed pussy lips, stood eight inches of... vine, sort of. It was the same bright green as the freshly delivered Gaia plant in the corner, but luckily leafless. Both my friends were so goggle-eyed it was comical, and without thinking I reached over and pooked Angie's nose - with my vine. Which was weird enough, but I'd also extended it another eight inches to reach her. There had been a squirmy feeling in my gut, and I'd felt the vine slide along the length of my cunny. I fact, I felt everything - cunt wall, pussy lips and surface of the vine itself, as it passed through me. Oh, and I felt Angie's nose, too. I nearly came then and there. Trembling, I swung the thing back to hover in front of my own face. Its surface was supple and, green or not, it was skin-like. It gleamed slightly, being coated with my juices. The end was fatter, and to my randy eyes, distinctly cock-shaped. I wondered, how far could it reach? Slowly, I started to stretch it straight up between us. When my vine-shaft had reached about three feet, it started to topple. Again without thinking, I leaned it onto Wendy, and then turned it once around her shoulders for support. Angie reached forward and wrapped a cool hand around it. "It's warm," she murmured. How much further? I slid it out my pussy some more - gliding it around Wendy and stretching it out beyond her toward the bedside table. Until I touched the lamp. "Ow! Hot!" At that, I abruptly retracted it - somehow, somewhere into my belly. I came then, hard, as the mass of it re- coiled itself inside me. "Holy fuck," said Wendy. "Do me," whispered her little sister. Do her? Even as the concept sank in, Angie was eagerly climbing astride my hips, and starting to rub her clit against mine. And why not do her? I slid the thing's tip out of my pussy and up into hers, as far as it would go. This obviously met her needs - she groaned loudly and began to grind down hard. I began to drive my new organ in and out of her by extending and retracting it, thereby fucking us both at the same time. It was feeling pretty good all along my vine, too. Hot damn, a new erogenous zone! She was a trembling wreck when Wendy finally hoisted her off, saying to me, "My turn, now, Octopussy." I laughed out loud at that - I was becoming a rude superhero. When I finally called Anne, she confirmed that she and Meg had also become newly equipped with vines. "They seem to be permanently rooted within the upper pelvis and extend through a new opening at the very top of our vaginas." Permanent - I'd guessed that much, because it somehow felt like I'd always had a vine. "Right now, they're about eight feet long, but they're growing by about an inch a day. The thing is, I don't know what they're for." "Well, duh," I muttered. Meg's voice came from her extension phone, "You should try it with two of them together!" Anne continued, patiently, "The thing is, from an evolutionary point of view, what's in it for the Gaia plant?" Good question. I didn't have an answer, but over the next few days, I began to learn a few non-orgasmic benefits for me. It was as useful as a monkey's tail - barring hanging from branches. I found I could touch and pick up things (and simultaneously excite myself), at much greater range and with far more control than when I'd tried such things with my old slug-pal. Hey - it wasn't just about doing away with the remote. I was having trouble remembering not to use it in public. Don't knock it 'till you've tried it. I soon discovered that reeling my new part out into the sunshine gave me a hit of energy - from all that busy chlorophyll, I guess. That buzz felt so good that I started sneaking it out whenever I could. Finally, I hit on the idea of not hiding it at all - I slithered it up and out my collar, and then looped it around my neck and shoulders a few times like a ropy big verdant- green necklace. Hey - kids were already thinking I was a bit peculiar. A bigger problem was that I myself was still a bit leafy-greenish - a pale willow-leaf green, not Wicked- Witch-of-the-West green. The fake tan was getting old, so I figured, why bother to hide my unusual tint? Instead, I went for an earth-mother/fairy-child look (willowy clothes complemented by my bright green 'necklace'). If people chose to think I was into another phase of weird make-up, who was I to argue? By this time I was the subject of a good deal of parental angst. In addition to flak over 'make-up' and clothing, I was having trouble ducking out to get laid. But the plant I'd brought home for my mother wasn't going to bloom for months, yet, and in the meantime I was too chicken to just out and tell them what had happened to me - and what I had in store for her. Then the solution struck me - if I fucked Dad, he would be manageable, plus after a week or two he would develop into a stud to be unleashed on Mom. That should keep them both of my case for a while. So - how to seduce my old man? I considered the lame 'innocent blonde' approach - wander all dripping and naked out of the shower and say, "Daddy - how come my breasts are growing so fast?" (Which they were.) That wasn't exactly me, and anyway, I didn't want to scare the life out of him. So then I thought, maybe I should bring in Wendy to do the deed. He being pretty good looking, I knew she wouldn't mind; and I'd seen him steal glances at her backside. Still, he was family and I loved him. Some things you have to do yourself. Anne had told me she had done some experiments to test the potency of our aphrodisiac secretions (I didn't ask for the details). Apparently, even our sweat had some effect, but our saliva was much stronger. It was our pussy juices, though, that really did the job. No problem-o. When Mom next went to her book club, I auto-fucked myself from the inside with my trusty vine (the things we do for love). It didn't take long to collect a half a cup of juice. Then, I put the full dose in Dad's cocoa and delivered it. For extra emphasis I wore a thin white blouse and a very short skirt - and no underwear. Being still damp and sweaty from my come didn't hurt either. I'm not sure the skimpy clothes wouldn't have been enough by themselves, but Dad downed his drink and that was that. He didn't climb all over me, mind you. It was all so - comfortable. We sat close on the sofa, which just naturally developed into a smooch on the ear, a caress of the cheek, and then a cuddle. When he slipped inside me, still murmuring in my ear, it felt perfectly natural, like we did this all the time. His movements were slow and steady... and relentless. All the time, as he nibbled my neck and nuzzled my breasts, his cock was in constant motion. When, by and by, he spurted a load of searing hot cum into my pussy, I had a shuddering great climax of my own. Afterward, he held me tight in a bear hug as his cock continued to gently pulsate inside me. It turns out, Daddy's a born natural lover. On top of being sensitive to my needs, he's a marvel with his tongue. He's also inventive - he managed to secretly nail me several times a day. Different places - the kitchen, the laundry room, the garage - and different positions, too. He even took me in the ass. I'd thought I would be the one to introduce that (looking forward to when Mom and I would be hosting our slugs). Over the course of the week, father/daughter time also included an afternoon of mini-golf and a night at the movies - which were both actually spent at a secluded spot on the beach... watching the 'submarine races'. The only tricky bit was keeping my vine to myself. Even, one day, we did it while I was sitting in his lap to watch the ball game on TV - my skirt barely hiding where our naughty bits were connected in a delightfully squishy way. He being such a straight arrow, Mom just smiled and nodded whenever she passed by the den - not bothering to come in since, as Daddy and I well knew, she's no fan of baseball. She did call us from the kitchen, though. "You two are sure getting excited in there. Another home run?" "I'll say!" I called back - once I'd caught my breath. By the next time book club night came around, my chemical influence had provided Daddy with a bit more girth and a bit more length, and he was able to deliver a lot more cum over a lot more hours. Also, I was pleased to see, Mamma was already getting a lot more action. Their bedsprings were singing, now. All in all, things were going pretty good. For one thing, I didn't need to get out for sex after all - although Wendy or Angie or Mr. C still provided me with some action at recess and lunch. In the case of the girls, I only had to sit next to them in the playground. I would put an arm around Angie's waist, say. Like I said, I was usually wearing my vine around my shoulders, so I would simple reel it out some more - down my sleeve and under her skirt and straight up her drooling pussy. Hey - we were expected to play, right? On the home front, Mom was so laid back that I was tempted to suggest a threesome, but I still didn't want to wig her out. Which is kind of funny, when you consider I'd just slipped Daddy a mickey of my cum in order to have my way with him. The thing was, I planned to get her pregnant by my Antonio soon, which seemed a little more of an imposition than inducing her to bed me. It didn't even occur to me that she was already mellowing just on the scent of me. So it was me that nearly wigged when her smiling face appeared over Daddy's shoulder one afternoon when he was ploughing me in the garden shed. I relaxed when she started to caress his chest and nibble his neck, and I knew that we had a new playmate. Of course she may have been in my thrall, but only in so far as sex was concerned. I still had to eat my vegetables. Anyway, it was shortly after that when I finally discovered why my lovely new vine was also good for Gaia plants. One day after school I felt like it would be sort of nice to cut through the park. Wendy joined me, chatting about clothes (sometimes we could actually go fifteen minutes at a stretch without sex). Along the way it seemed to be a good idea to take a shortcut through some underbrush, and Wendy followed me, silent now. In a few minutes we came to a small hidden glade I had all but forgotten was in there. I stood on the side that got the most light and looked up to the sky, and it suddenly seemed like a particularly nice spot to me - good sun, and under the skim of mulch and leaf litter there was moist, humus- filled soil that was particularly deep and nutritious - a nice friable grain, not too much clay. It was a bit erotic, actually, all that mysterious earth in every direction, warm and... Wendy was shaking me. "Cynthia! Are you alright?" I focussed my eyes on her - I was still breathing heavily and close to a cum. "I think I'm taking root!" We both looked down to see my vine, now a spiral of green around my left leg that disappeared into the dirt at my feet. Yet again I was afraid I was going to finish up as a shrubbery, only this time it didn't seem so terrible. I was still getting a rush from the weird sensation of my expanding root growth below our feet. Wendy was not so laid back. "What should I do? We need help!" I held her tight, and rode out a most unusual orgasm. At the peak, I felt a sharp pain near the end of my vine, and then I slumped, unconscious, into my friend's arms. Wendy led me home, and another emergency call to Anne was made. This time, she and Meg hadn't shared my experience - quite yet. It seemed that they were just about to go for a walk. "But of course! Asexual reproduction!" Anne sounded unreasonably pleased. "You know how, when a blackberry vine touches the ground, it takes root? Or strawberry runners? You did much the same thing. The bit you left behind is a basically a clone." "There's, like, another Cynthia growing in the woods?" She laughed. "Not quite - it will become another version of our old friends from the jungle. Although," she added, "I suspect that it contains a small contribution of genetic material from you... like all the other seeds that we've gestated. You say you really felt the condition of the soil? The nutrients? The pH?" "Yeah - probably - whatever that is. It just felt... right, you know?" "Hmm - well, we knew our vines have a link to the nervous system - we control the thing completely. But this is fascinating. And you say you healed right away?" "Uh - yeah." I spooled it out to check. "It's already swollen out to its comfy old wang shape at the end." "Marvellous! And not Wendy yet, or the garden club ladies here - it must be associated with the second birthing. Meg and I are going for a hike, now. I'm keen to try this out. Talk to you soon." After that I took regular walks, usually to the same hidden glade. Not as though I had to, or anything, but I liked to check on how my plant was doing. Plants, actually, since I dropped off another one each time I visited... seeing as I was in the neighbourhood. Anne had called back with an update. She thought that twelve feet or so of vine was probably as much as would comfortably fit inside us. In which case, setting a bud once a week worked out about right to offset our continued growth. She also said that we should put them where a likely lass might chance by and have enough privacy for a round with a Gaia blossom. Which is why I slipped one into the back garden of Miss O'Neil, my French teacher. And then, in early April... it happened that I was in a study class in the library, near the end of the day. Everyone was a bit dozy, except for me - I was just horny, as usual. Across the table from me was Shelly, a new girl in our class. She had green eyes, red hair and major freckles, and I was thinking as how she was really quite pretty. I wondered if she had the same thick tight curls on her pussy yet, and it occurred to me that it would be easy to reach my vine across under the table to check. And so I did - reeling myself out and looping stealthily across the gap, and then slipping under her skirt to touch her knee. She trembled and blinked, but I gently rubbed my potently juicy knob up the inside of her thigh. After only a moment or two, she spread her legs and lowered her head closer to the book in front of her. Anyone would have supposed she was reading, but I could see that her eyes were closed. That seemed to go well, and so I spiralled up her leg until I reached her now sopping panties. Not a problem - I eased them aside and - yes, she had a lovely fine bush. Her lips were plump and soft, and I slid between them easily. For whatever reason, I encountered no troublesome hymen and so I continued on to her hot core. And then, I began to seriously fuck her. So far, so good. I was getting pretty worked up, and I could see she was, too - her face and neck were bright red. Plus, she'd reached down between her thighs to take hold of the last loop of me - not to stop me but to pump me harder. My own come took me in a rush, and I felt my vine make a slow, steady thrust deeper than should have been possible. Then Shelly came, too, her cunt muscles clamping down like a vice. I was somewhere deep inside her now; I knew what was happening but couldn't stop. I could sense her vibrant blood, her nerves and her tissues as my roots spread. Her emotions began to flow back to me - I detected fading fear and confusion, heavily overlaid with orgasmic pleasure. I was a little conflicted, myself. Even as I came, I was aware of the fact that I was now setting a bud inside a virtual stranger - and getting off by doing it. After my blood had stopped pounding, I un-docked and stowed my slightly shortened vine and hid behind a pile of books while I thought things over. I felt kind of bad about the whole thing. The notion just came over me, and it certainly wasn't like I'd asked her if she cared for a fuck plus a little something for her to keep. It seemed unfair to let her wander off and, in a week or so, get the shock of her life. On the other hand, what was I going to tell her? Angie had been a hard sell over the slugs, and she'd already seen Wendy and I playing with ours. Anyway, I caught up to Shelly after school, and said, "About what happened in the library..." She blushed right down to her toes. "I fell asleep. I didn't actually... do anything, did I?" "Well... you weren't dreaming, if that's what you mean." "You wouldn't believe what I was dreaming!" Blushing hotly, she glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot. "So I was playing with myself, then?" This was going to be harder than I thought. "Not exactly. Listen - have you noticed that the boys get a little excited around me?" She looked puzzle about the apparent change of subject, and said, "Sure - Julie said you were the class slut... uh, sorry." Okay - maybe not so hard, after all. "Look," I said, "I'm different. Like, 'X-Man' different." "You're a mutant?" Easy, even. "No. Well, sort of. Shelly, I'm sorry, but I fucked you back there - like, for real. What you remember, it actually happened. No dream. Come on, there's lots more to tell. Follow me." For a wonder, she did. I didn't know if it was curiosity or lingering pheromones, but she let me lead her into the park and off to my little plant patch. As soon as we broke out into the glade, I turned and planted a big kiss on her - I figured she could use a little anaesthetizing at this point. It worked - she smiled back, and didn't even notice my vine wrapping twice around both of us, until I slid the warm tip of it between our faces. "Okay, Shelly, here's the deal. You've got one of these of your own growing inside you. You're one of us, now. Care to play some more with mine, in the meantime?" As it happened she did. Later that afternoon, I made yet another urgent call to Anne. "I think this thing is screwing with my head." Meg, on the other line, answered for her. "You just figuring that out?" Anne was gentler. "It's alright, love. You implanted someone today, didn't you?" "I didn't mean to!" "Don't panic. Meg just set one in a boy after school today. Actually, he's still in her bedroom." "A boy? How..." Meg interrupted again. "How do you think? I was giving him excellent head, and before I knew it I was also slipping up his backside..." "Uh, right. And he didn't mind?" Anne took over again. "Nobody minds. Our secretions seem to reduce people's anxiety and inhibitions, as well as excite. It affects us, too, you know. You wouldn't have fucked your parents before all this happened, would you?" "Before all this happened, I'd never even played doctor." "But our vines aren't putting actual thoughts in our heads, if that's what's worrying you. We're still in charge - except, of course, we're rewarded handsomely with pleasure when we engage in certain behaviours." I swear I was starting to follow her - a bit. "This new development is actually a very good thing. I didn't want to worry you two, but I was seriously concerned about our secret getting out. Everyone who has been impregnated is seriously mellow. But we weren't spreading very fast. Now - we can essentially double our numbers every week. Two - four - eight - sixteen - thirty-two - sixty-four... theoretically, twenty weeks of doubling brings us to over a million Gaia-people. Lets see - four more weeks puts us over a billion. Assuming we can set new vines while we're pregnant... if we can still get pregnant." This was sobering information - especially the thought of being rejected by Antonio or his relations. Still, it wasn't entirely about me, so I asked, "We're going to take over the world?" "Damn right - at least, we're going to try. I grew up believing we should all make love, not war. Imagine a planet where everyone - EVERYONE - was constantly getting laid!" My cousin amplified this sentiment slightly. "Unnng - Unnng - YES - YES!" "What?" Anne answered for her. "Oh - it's Kevin's turn to fuck Meg... but you know how she hates to miss your calls." So the message was, plant vines in as many people as possible. As it happened, this wasn't difficult. My school was already fertile ground, so to speak, having become a hotbed of sexuality. Wendy and I were keeping up our end (Oh, and Shelly and I often found time to play. Meg was right - two vines together is heaven). The boys we fucked and enhanced were very busy working through the school body. Mr. C, in particular, had fucked most of the other girls in his class, and had knocked up Julie (remember Julie, who thought I was a major slut?) in the old fashioned way. He had an idea I could smooth things for her before she told her parents, and had sent her to me. I gave her a jar of my newly patented, homemade, raspberry and pussy juice jelly to take home, and made her promise to have some too. She thought I was crazy (or rather, crazier) but was understandably desperate. The next day she reported back to tell me she had put it over ice cream for dessert and - well, it seemed everything was going to be all right, just like I'd said. Not in the way she had expected, of course. It turned out that she, her parents and her little sister had all wound up merrily fucking away half the night together. Anyhow, where was I? Oh, yeah, world domination. It was a simple thing for me to fuck the daylights out of a new girl each week (plus I did Keith, for variety), and them give them the same 'welcome to the club' speech I gave Shelly. Plus I would explain how they would soon be able to begin recruiting on their own. And, you know - conquer the world, in a nice way. All in all, I was having so much fun I forgot to keep an eye on Antonio and blossom-time. The thing is, I now slept with Mom and Dad, mostly, being too shagged out to stagger to my own bed. At any rate, one day in May I got home from school to find Mamma laying naked in my bedroom, out cold, with a spilled watering can by her side and a shiny red knob peeking out from her pussy curls. Her hair was tousled, her already firmer tits (thanks to me!) were flushed, and she wore a crooked little smile. Altogether, she had a well-fucked look. I swear Antonio looked smug. Damn, I'd wanted to watch - and I'd had truly meant to prepare her first. Luckily, the Gaia plant I'd intended for myself was waiting nearby, also in full bloom... its scent was already making me woozy. I left a trail of discarded school clothes across the room as I headed over to my new lover. Mamma wasn't going to go anywhere for a while, anyway. Anne had warned me that my vine could affect how the Gaia plants interacted with me - and there were some differences. Once I had been wrapped up in its tendrils, I felt compelled to slip my own out and engage the blossom in what I suppose you would call foreplay. Between one thing and another I was soon super-hot, my pussy juices running like tap water. It was time. I sucked in my vine and - wham! The blossom's pistol slammed inside me. I started to come immediately, but this time I stayed alert as it fucked me hard and fast. Eventually, it plugged itself firmly in my womb and proceeded to pump me up like a water balloon. I looked eight months gone by the time it finally bunged up its handiwork with a fresh new slug - the red lump positively splashed greenish cum around the room as it drove home. I felt a tingling as it welded itself in place - and this time, it made its nerve connections within minutes. I waggled it about in satisfaction, and it exuberantly waggled right back. While I played with my fresh new toy and waited for Momma to come round, I discovered something else. There was a hole at the top of my pussy/slug seam. Excellent! My slug had been keeping the gap squeezed shut to keep in the cum - and no doubt would continue to do so, to keep as much of my pussy juice for itself. I hadn't actually noticed it, since I couldn't see over my belly. But I found I could still spool out my vine, no problem. Except, what with the two sliding together down there, it was pretty damn snug (good thing I'd become so elastic). Snug and stimulating, I might add. I was back on the orgasmic rollercoaster! End of Part 4 Author's notes - Having enjoyed 'Late Bloomer' by Dragonfly and the 2002 remake 'Latex Flower' by Erwin Stevens, I thought I would take the liberty of expanding the core plot of the former and recruiting the cast from the latter to cobble together my own adaptation. Also, thanks to Harry Hardrock for pointing out that Mom would occasionally feel like watering Antonio. CS *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 44