Pitcher Plant

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Pitcher Plant
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by Donna Lamb

 

"Umf. Umf. Umf-fumf-fumf!Umf!" Nelson spent himself into the lovely young thing he had picked up in a downtown bar. She had the tightest, sweetest cunt he had ever fucked.

"Are you finished?" she asked sweetly.

"Ah, yeah," he said. He started to roll off her, she was just a little bit of a thing and he didn't want to hurt her. He had assumed that she was a prostitute but they had never actually mentioned money.

"No, don't move," she said, pulling his face down to kiss him. "Let's just lie here a moment." Her soft, naked titties pressed against his chest. She kissed him again.

"Um," he said, feeling sleepy. Maybe she wasn't a pro. "You didn't come yet?" he asked, embarrassed that he hadn't considered that.

"I will," she assured him.

"I don't know," he said. "At my age, I'm doing good to manage once a night."

"No, see? You're still hard."

He blinked, considering. Yes, he could still feel stiffness down there, his dick still nestled in her tight, soft cunt. She must have flexed some internal muscle just then and he moaned.

"That's good," she said.

In a moment, he felt ready. "Humf, umf, umf, fumf. Um-ah, Umf! Umf! Umf!" The pleasure seemed even more intense this time as he came, spurting his essence inside her.

"Oh yes," she whispered, kissing him again.

He felt dizzy from his orgasm. At his age, two in one night might not be such a good idea. Again, he started to roll off her.

"No," she said, her voice pleading. "I still haven't comed and you're still hard."

Comed? He wondered at her odd phrasing and wondered even more that she seemed to be right--yes, he was still hard. She hugged him to her and he felt desire still burning inside him. She certainly had large breasts for such a tiny woman, why hadn't he noticed that before?

"Hum, hum, huff, huff. Umf, umf, umf! Um-ah-ah-ah!"

"So good, oh, you are such good lover," she told him. But she wouldn't let him go yet. "You are still inside me, still ready for love me so good," she crooned.

"Ah, ah, ah! Oh. Oh, hum. Humf, humf, humf! Hum, hum, humf! Hum-ah-humf!"

Again he emptied himself into her. He'd never experienced so complete an orgasm, it seemed as if he'd shot some of his insides out. He groaned. It had felt good but that had almost been painful.

"I won't let you go, lover," she whispered. And her pussy seemed to have him in a grip down there; he felt himself being squeezed back to functioning. He rested his head now on her big soft pillowy breasts while his dick trembled and thrust, seeking to go ever deeper into her love. Had her belly bulged like this when he lay down with her?

"Love me," she told him.

"Um, um, ah. Um, umf, umf, humf, humf, ah! Ah!"

That one did hurt even though it felt better than anything ever had. But she held him and soothed him, like a mother with a child. Her belly bulged under him almost like that of a pregnant woman. Was she pregnant? How had he not noticed that? He tried to get his mouth on one of her nipples but he couldn't quite reach.

"Love me again," she said. "Love me till there's nothing left of you."

"Ahhhh!" He screamed with pain and pleasure as he came again and again, his life substance spurting up inside of her making her belly swell even more.

"Ah, ah! Ahhhh!" Now she screamed finally with her orgasm as she sucked the last of him up inside her. She lay there writhing in ecstasy for a bit, adjusting internally now to her pregnancy.

After a bit, she raised herself up, reaching around her swollen belly to clear away what remained of her lover, mostly just hide and hair and bone. She had grown, no longer a tiny, slender girl, she now appeared to be a tall, robust pregnant woman with wide hips and large heavy breasts.

She showered then disposed of Nelson's remains in the garbage. The real Nelson was now inside her; her child to be born anew in a few weeks with new alien DNA replacing much of his human origin. He wouldn't remember much of his previous life but would grow up quickly, maturing into a new pitcher plant woman in only a few years.

She dressed and went outside into the morning garden, enjoying the yellow sun. The alien who looked like a pregnant Earth woman patted her swollen middle, affectionately. "You good lover, you good baby, now," she said, chuckling. Her verbal skills were a bit underdeveloped but no one seemed to notice much, usually. "Earth is good place for our kind," she told the baby in her tummy. "I'm glad we comed here."

 

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Originally posted: 2007-03-03
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Ouch!

:grin:

-- Donna Lamb, Flack

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

Inventive Horror Story

Interesting twist on the ancient emasculation fantasy. Very well done. This better not give me nightmares, Adonna!

Where do you think I got it? :grin:

Actually, I did have a weird dream last night and it sort of had sci-fi content because Wil Wheaton was in it. Aliens had removed his left arm at the elbow and grafted his fingers back on to the stump. Superman was dead and Batman was a zombie animated by alien minds. Wil was trying to put together a crew of guerrilla fighters but people kept taunting him that he should just invent our way out of the predicament. I never did find out how it came out but I remember Wil complaining that he couldn't reach his nose with his elbow so he kept getting boogers on his right hand so he'd never be able to go to Muslim Paradise. :honest:

Donna Lamb, Flack

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

Or...

with a whimpering bang.

I am reminded of a scene in Neil Gaiman's American Gods where one god wraps her vagina around a man and absorbs him.

And that picture... Yin and Yang, Lingam and Yoni, penis and vagina.

Those damned tricky aliens: you can never trust them.

Or maybe it is for our own good?

Nice story.

Love,

Jamie

Lingam and Yoni sounds like a couple of new age singers :grin:

Yeah, I read that bit in American Gods, too. Also in a porno novel by PJ Farmer back in college and some long SFey story over on FM, I can't remember th name or author of. It's an image that sticks with you, so to speak. :grin:

I'm glad you enjoyed my interpretation of it. I notice no one is asking me to write a sequel or open a universe, this time. :lol:

-- Donna Lamb, Flack

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

Sequel? Oh I don't know!

Put your pitcher plant succubus together with my Board of Trade, Itinerant's nanites, Grover's pimp and tourists, Kiai's soft/hard/wetware hackers, Julie's Transformers, Joanne's dragons, Angel's tree, Arcie's warriors and junkman, Karen's rescuers and protectors, Richard's (Dick's) Ghia, Donna's hacked Transport system, Teddie's transforming Cape Cod, Rachel's mother, dvh's Poly-bot, Aardvark's Indian deities, John’s malfunctioning radios and program errors, Goldie’s shunted baby maker, Danielle’s Protectors, Randalyn’s misused software, Gwen’s clueless explorers, Xaltatun’s servants; I'll bet you, or someone can come up with something...

Hope I didn't miss (or misinterpret) anyone!

Love to all,

Jamie

What about Erin's limericks?

I used your lingam and yoni in one in our duel. :lol:

-- Donna Lamb, Flack

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

Yeah well..

I'm kinda slow on the uptake. I did catch it in the end. :-

J

Pitcher Plant

What a way to go.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Pitcher plant as a (pseudo-) succubus? Interesting take...

Aljan Darkmoon's picture

I am wondering how a pitcher plant makes a metaphor for this alien invader as you describe her, unless it is the shape of the pitcher and how it entraps prey? Interesting, the images and connections people come up with for some of the things in our world...

Beautiful trap

However it works, the image of the pitcher plant discovered in Wikipedia inspired the story, rather than the story inspiring the choice of the image. The life cycle of one kind of pitcher plant (maybe not the one in the picture) is complex and involves deceiving nectar-drinking insects into trying to have sex with the plant. Once the fiendish vegetable has had its way with the naive critter it closes the escape route and dissolves its erstwhile lover with enzymes.

It's a metaphor for all kinds of relationships, isn't it? :)

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

Exotic traps

Aljan Darkmoon's picture

The life cycle of one kind of pitcher plant (maybe not the one in the picture) is complex and involves deceiving nectar-drinking insects into trying to have sex with the plant.

Heh, that’s a new one on me. I’ve heard of flowers that trick insects with the appearance and smell of a mate into carrying pollen (a few orchids do that), but I’d never before heard of an insectivorous plant using sex as a strategy to attract dinner. Thank you, that was the connection I needed to understand your story.

It's a metaphor for all kinds of relationships, isn't it? :)

It sure is! :) All while I was reading along, I was thinking of the Sundews, another group of plants that trap and then digest nectar-drinking insects.

Aren’t some relationships like that, too, where attraction results in a sticky situation, and being wrapped up in love makes it even stickier? (cough-cough–choke)

We humans seem to have more than a few metaphors of this sort. I vividly recall that scene in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods that other commenters mentioned. To my mind, the vampire and succubus mythoses are all about relationships that suck the life out of people.

People, and flowers,

People, and flowers, are beautiful but some of them are up to no good. :P

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

Secret lives of flowers

Aljan Darkmoon's picture

Consider the common fig tree, which produces edible fruit we can buy at the grocery store. Some fig trees are functionally male and produce only pollen, while others are fully female and bear the fruit. Pity the poor pollen fig which, though it never says anything we can hear, certainly must envy the female fig tree her beautiful fruit. It’s enough to give the poor pollen fig self esteem and gender identity issues!

Thing is, though, it is just a tree, a plant. Vegetable life. So…

Who gives a fig? :P

"Male" figs

Male fig plants actually are hermaphroditic, the male parts produce pollen and the female parts supply food for the larvae of wasps that pollinate the female figs. The small fruits produced by the "male" figs seldom contain seeds and are not regarded as good to eat. There are 900 species of figs and 1000 species of fig wasps so the details are complicated. When you eat figs you are almost certainly also eating fig wasps and fig wasp larvae so tiny as to need a microscope to see them clearly.

Figs and fig wasps have what is possibly the most insane sex life on the planet. :)

-- Donna Lamb, ex-Flack

Some of my books and stories are sold through DopplerPress to help support BigCloset. -- Donna

Cheers!

Aljan Darkmoon's picture

“Cheers!” (Raises a pitcher to the insane and convoluted sex lives of figs and the wasps that serve them. :D )