A patch of moss

When Mr Hughes invited me out on a picnic, I thought nothing of it. He, Clara, Mrs Hughes and I routinely lunched upon the hill outside of the fences. This was well before we began having cattle troubles, so were a bit more free to wander the woods.

When I arrived at the stable, I saw that it was to be only Mr. Hughes and myself that were to go. I was certain that this would be the time he'd do it. Blushing suddenly, I became coy. He assured me that he would not attempt to take my maidenhood; which turned out to be technically true. I climbed on the horse behind him, and wrapped my arms around his waist. The Gurkha guard that let us out looked slightly suspicious, but he was under orders.

We rode through the Lumawood forests, listening to the sounds of birds in the leaves high above us, the Sun's odd light cascading over our path. A cool breeze was in the air, just enough to be comfortable without being chilly, and off in the distance I could hear the howls of the Rajah-dogs as they played and frolicked. When we arrived, it was in a glen that I had not visited before, and seemed to be in a bit more densely wooded than our normal picnic spot; and instead of grass, we seemed to be in a patch of soft moss.

"Take off your clothes, Cordelia. I have something to show you that I think you'll like." he said as he lay a pillow on the bare ground. Despite his assurances, I was certain he would be upon me shortly. Nervously, I unbuttoned my petticoat, and let it fall to the ground, followed by my dress, shirt, and undergarmets. I stood there, nude, framed by glowing flora. "You are stunning, child. I wish I could paint this." he said, opening the picnic basket, and producing a camera. "This will have to do," he said, snapping a photograph.

I was disarmed by this. Those who know me know I simply cannot pass up the opportunity to have my picture taken, and had done some tasteful pictures without clothing before. I smiled, and started posing, much to his delight. He directed me to lay upon the moss. I knelt down, letting him get a good shot of my bum as I lay upon it; pretending to read this very diary.

I felt a tickling upon my belly. I sat up, which elicited a laugh. "Cordelia, this is Tactile Moss. It responds to touch by extending out of the ground and seeking the source. The Hindus use it in their voodoo mumbo jumbo, but for us colonials its like a natural massage. This is Lillian's favorite spot on the entire estate. Lay down, child. It won't hurt you." he said. I could feel it on my thighs, like delicate fingers, pressing and exploring my flesh. I gently lay back upon it. It was glowing slightly as I moved, or when it touched me. It was an exquisite experience, like a hundred little fingers, all swirling and stroking you at the same time.

He kept taking pictures as I rolled over, letting the buds work on my bare back. Some of the larger buds kept growing until they were on my ribcage, and further still until they had grown over my breasts. I bit my lip as I felt them prod and encircle my tender nipples, and just barely registered that they were slowly parting my legs. "Mr Hughes?" I asked, my eyes closed. He snapped a picture, which sounded awfully close. When one of the buds pressed itself between my thighs, I giggled, being somewhat ticklish. I kicked my feet a bit, feeling my smooth calves slide over my shins.

When I felt one of the buds pressing against my bum, I opened my eyes. "Umm...Mr Hughes..." I said, but he was gone. I looked up to see that the moss had grown all around me, bulbs dripping with fluid. Both of my breasts were encircled as the bud blossomed into a flower. I gasp as it clamped onto my nipples, and began suckling it gently. Others had grown over and entwined my ankles, their undulations spreading my legs farther. When I went to move my arm, I found that my wrists were similarly entwined. I was stuck.

It wasn't until I felt the bulb between my legs start to part my flowerly lips that I began to truly struggle. The movement caused them to react even more, so what was once a slow insinuation over my body became a writhing mass of vines and moss bulbs. Soon, I was spread eagle, the now greatly swollen and dripping bulb at the very gates of my womanhood, and I felt my hymen start to stretch as my nipples were teased to tender erection.

"Cordelia, don't move! It can detect movement!" Mr Hughes whispered harshly from the treeline.

"I know, but this stuff is about to take my virginity!" I said with a giggle. What a story that'd be.

"I'm not talking about the damned moss!" he said. At that, my smile faded, and I looked to the treeline. My heart stopped in my chest. I could see a lumbering shape in the trees.

Just then, a bulb pushed into my asshole, and began sliding deeper into me.