A stop at the Flower Shop

To say I felt drained after my morning shower was an understatement. I had already released my cum twice today with the assistance of my mother and sister, so I didn’t feel the need for another release. Besides, the meal tasted excellent today.

“Wow mom these are amazing? What are they?” I asked, cutting into a thin bread-like that tasted of butter.

“Apparently, they are called pancakes,” she said, flipping three more of the cakes onto a large plate. “The expiation scouts found an old library that had some cooking books, they are made from ground of wheat of all things. The Institute already is delivering kits on how to make it, but because of your father’s position we got to try them on a trial basis before anyone else. I better watch myself because they are delicious, I could be adding unnecessary weight not my hips.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is. I mean, food is food. I mean sure, this things are easy to chew and fill you up, but what is there to get excited about,” Soph said, shoving another bite of cake in her mouth.

“Oh, Soph don’t say that with butter and sugar allotment these cakes are divine,” said Mom popping a fork of dripping cake into her mouth.

“Sorry Mom, I just don’t see what the big deal is,”

“Maybe it’s because the pleasure settings are too low,” I said, pulling the artifact out of my pocket. “Hay Soph, I think there is something on year ear.”

“Did I get it?” she asked, moving her hair off her ear.

“Nope here, let me get it,” I said, going and pulling her ear.

“Connected to device,” read the screen on the artifact. I brought up Soph’s menu and raised her pleasure setting. She winced as something in her head had sparked, but after a moment, she shrugged and put another fork full of pancake in her mouth.

“By golly,” said with wide eyes. “These are good! I think I might be a pancake slut.”

“A what?” said Mom.

“It’s this word Cliff came up with. He said it is someone who is good at sucking penis but think this is much more applicable,” said Soph.

“If you’re a pancake slut, I am definitely pancake slut,” said Mom putting her another bit into her mouth.

“What these really need is something salty to go with it. Something that would work well with the warm buttery sweetness,” said Soph.

“Maybe like our salted fish ration? Hmm, maybe not. Maybe pork, oh who has the ration tokens for that kind of luxery?”

“Well, I still love them,” I said, taking the last bite of cake and mopping up the remaining syrup with it.

“Speaking of sucking penis,” said Mom as she twirled one of her red curls in her hair. “I tried to replicate what’s going on with you with your father last night. I put his penis in my mouth, but he didn’t seem too interested in it. He just remained soft as he read through his book.”

“I guess that makes sense. I mean, my condition is very unusual,” I said, taking my plate to the auto-washer.

“Maybe we could even say special. To be honest, I was left very unsatisfied,” said Mom sticking her finger in her mouth and sucking on it.

“That’s too bad,” I said, my voice quickening.

“I was wondering if you needed any help before you left for school.”

“These pancakes are amazing,” said Soph taking another cake from the center plate.

“No thanks Mom, Soph helped me in the shower before breakfast, I think the condition has to wait a bit before my penis can swell up again.”

“Oh well,” sighed Mom as she played with her hair. “I guess you should be going then. I don’t want to get in the way of your sudden enthusiasm for school.”

“Sure thing, Mom,” I said, grabbing my bag and heading out the door. In truth, if it wasn’t for Angela’s warning, I would have lifted Mom’s skirt and pinned her to the table with my penis. While the bit about the need for some time to recover was valid, it seemed that I could be erect and ready to go in no time. Even my sister’s blowjob did only a little bit to stem my desire for the female body. How did the ancient man get anything done if depositing cum inside the vagina was how babies were made? Did they have women next to them all day to suck them when they got distracted at work or did the men have a system to call for sex when they needed it? It was definitely hard as I walked to school. I had a bit more time than usual, so I thought I might take the long way through town instead of cutting through the forest like I usually do. As I continued, I ran across a shop I hadn’t noticed before.

It was a flower shop. I never really cared much for flowers. I mean, sure, they smelt nice and looked good in a vase, but flowers were always something Mom got to brighten up the house. The blond working the store, however, was another matter.

Se was organizing flowers out on a display stand. She had a white and blue checkered dress and a garland of daisies in her hair. Her dress only clung to her wide waist and bouncy breasts, and I don’t think she was wearing a bra. As if in a trance, I stumbled over to her.

“Hi, I don’t think I ever notice your shop before,” I said to the buxom flower seller.

“Well, I have been here for two years,” she smiled, moving a lock of blond hair out of her eyes. She smelt of pollen and potted dirt and a hint of lavender.

“Guess I was to busy hoofing it to school,” I said.

“I’m Magdalen, the proud owner of Yellowfield’s most successful flower shop. The fact that it is the only flower shop is beside the point,” she smiled.

“Neat, I’m Cliff,” I was standing very close to her, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Of the Dalton family? Your sister was the one who processed the paper work so I could set up this shop.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that she helped open your store,” I said, looking at the deep valley of cleavage of Magdalen’s lumps.

“I don’t see why you would. She must go through tons of paper work each day. Is there something on my chest lumps?” Magdalen asked, catching sight of where I was looking. A bead of sweat was rolling her neck in between her mounds.

“No, I just like them,” I said sheepishly. I felt embarrassed for my gawking, but Magdalen just shrugged off my stare as an oddity.

“They are rather large, I guess they are an interesting curiosity. Is there any flowers you would like to pick up today, the scouts brought back a wonderful store of seeds? Everything from, dandelions, thistles, and a rather interesting oddity called an artichoke. I must say it has a wonderful bloom and apparently you can eat it.”

“That’s interesting, do you mind if we go inside, it feels like a scorcher today,” I said, wanting to get out of the line of sight of anyone on the street.

“Don’t I know it, it has been so hot, I stopped wearing undergarments with my dress,” she said with a chuckle.

“Oh boy,” I said with an exhale. I needed to be inside this woman. I could feel a tingling feeling in my crouch, and a sense of excitement course through my neck and chest.

“Come on, I can show you some of the flowers inside. It is much cooler in there,” Magdalen said, stepping into the little shop. I followed Magdalen inside after looking to see if anybody from the Institute was out and about. Fortunately, most people who work for the Institute stayed at Yellowfield Headquarters.

The shop was filled with potted plants and seed packets. Unlike some other buildings in a town like a school and a town hall, this shop was refurbished, with a wooden counter and lots of windows to let in sunlight.

“Wow that sure is a lot of flowers,” I said, stepping close to Magdalen and smelling her hair.

“I also have vegetable seeds, can’t run a plant shop without providing nutrition for the community. “Speaking of which, is there anything I can get you?” Before I could respond, my hands shot out and began rubbing her breasts. They had an excellent give and were heavy in my hands.

“Umm Cliff what are you doing?” she asked with a smile.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself, it’s just something I wanted to do when I saw you,” I said, squishing her breasts together. “It’s not bothering you is it?”

“No, it’s just a little odd, I can’t say anyone except my doctor has ever really touched them,” she said. “Did you come in here to do that or did you actually want to purchase some flowers or plants.”

“I kind of just wanted to do this,” I said, unbuttoning my pants and sliding out of them. “Also, to get out of the heat. You seem to have the right idea by not wearing any undergarments.”

“I mean it’s just so hot, and oh my goodness! What is happening to your penis?” said Magdalen taking a step back in shock.

“Oh no it’s happening now, at a time like this,” I said in mock amazement.

“I’ll call a doctor,” said Magdalen reaching for the phone.

“Wait!” I said, grabbing her and pulling her close to me. “There is no time.”

“Their isn’t?”

“Of course not! We have to relieve the swelling ourselves,” I said, rubbing my penis against her thigh. Her dress was soft and laundered, and a trail of fluid smeared the fabric.

“Well how do we do that?” she asked as my hands fondled her rump and breasts.

“I’ll need you to act like a slut,” I said, pulling her close to me.

“Slut? How do I that? I have never heard of it before,” she asked, becoming more and more confused as I pawed at her body while rubbing my penis against her.

“Don’t worry, you’re built like a slut. All you have to do is take my penis and put it your vagina.”

“What how will that help?”

“It warm and soft in there trust me it will reduce the swelling.”

“How will that reduce the swelling?”

“There is no time to explain, can you help me, or do I have to find someone else?”

“Ok! Fine, I will help you. Goodness, this is not how I expected my day to go,” said Magdalen. With Her tacit permission, I shoved my face between her breasts and began to plant kisses up her neck and onto her lips. Magdalen was more startled and confused than anything else. Even when my tongue probed into her mouth, she merely stiffened, and her tongue clumsily danced around mine.

“Ok, turn around,” I said, moving her over the counter. I pushed against the counter, her bum facing towards me.

“Oof, be careful. You don’t have to be so rough,” she said, looking over her shoulder.

“Sorry, I just get a little excited when I do this,” I had forgotten that she was on the implants default. With a gentle tug of her ear, I activated the implant. Looking over her stats, I could see that her modesty was even lower than most other folks. I then bumped up her pleasure and lowered her sexual hurdles.

“What are you doing?” she asked as I returned the artifact to my pants. I then got behind her lifted her dress over her hips. With my experience with joy and a better angle with Magdalen leaning over the counter, I was able to line up my penis with her vagina. Unlike some of the other vaginas I sexed, her lips were nice and wide, like inviting flower petals. I rubbed my spongy head against those soft lips and gently probed her sex.

“Oh my, that feels kind of nice, I thought it would be uncomfortable,” said Magdalen as I used my fingers to rub the little pump above her lips. “So why are you doing that, I thought you needed, TOOO, oh my, put your penis inside?”

“The vagina needs a little prepping, is all,” I said. I was really eager, and once I felt the slick virginal lubrication, I knew this slut was ready. The poor ignorant girl barely understood what was going on. I pushed the head of my penis into her inviting slit, and it went in so quickly. Magdalen gave in an unexpected groan that made be grip her wide hips.

“I’m so full! I didn’t know I could fit something like that inside me,” she said with a shiver. “Why do I feel so strange?”

“Because your dirty little flower slut,” I said with a sudden hump with my hips.

“I’m a whAAAt, oh, OH, oh my goodness!”

“Say it, say I’m a dirty little flower slut,” I said, pulling her waist to me with each forward thrust.

“I’m, oh gosh, I’m a,” she said through heavy panting. “I’m, a, dirty little, oh my goodness I never felt like this before.”

“Say it!” I said, bottoming out that shoved her into the counter.

“I’m a dirty little flower slut! Now please keep doing what you’re doing.”

I pulled the straps of her dress down from her shoulders to expose her large breasts. Like a greedy animal, I huddled over her, lying atop her so I could grind away at her hips while mauling her breasts. Magdalen, for her part, grunted and moaned with each thrust. She gripped the far side of the counter like her life depended on it.

“This is, the, strangest thing, that has ever, happened, to me,” she said between thrusts. My face was buried into her shoulder, where her long blond hair pooled. She smelt of lavender and soap, and one of the flowers in the garland in her hair had come loose.

“What is going on in here?” asked a woman in the doorway of the shop. I froze, immediately turning to the women. It was Miss. Denise. One of my neighbors. I pulled myself off Magdalen while still keeping myself lodged in the cleft of her sex.

“I’m just helping this customer, I will with you in a little bit,” said Magdalen through deep breaths.

I then pulled Magdalen off the counter by her dress. When she stood up, her top pooled around her hips.

“Oh, are you done?” asked Miss. Denise.

“Not yet,” I said, pulling myself out of Magdalen’s vagina. “Lie down on your back, in that flower bed on the floor.”

“Are you sure?” asked Magdalen wiping her hair out of her eyes.

“Yes, it will give me more direct access to you, and I can watch those huge breasts bounce, I said, taking my shirt off and throwing it on my pile of clothes.

“Okidoki,” she said, laying back on the bed flowers.

“Spread your legs flower slut.”

“Every time you call me that, I get a strange quiver in my vagina that shoots up and makes my nipples tingle,” she said, spreading her legs.

“Should I come back later,” asked Miss. Denise.

“No, I won’t be much longer,” I said, crouching between Magdalen’s legs. I planted my penis directly into her vagina and the familiar process of fucking. As I suspected, this position gave me a full view of the flower shop owner’s breasts. Her face was flush as she moaned and wriggled under me. Her eyes were glassy, and her breasts jiggled with each thrust. I picked up my pace, which caused Magdalen to moan louder. Dirt was in her hair and hands as she dug her fingers into the earth. She pulled up flowers as her eyes rolled back in her head. Then it happened so suddenly. Her legs wrapped around my back, and she reached out and embraced me. She held me tight as her vaginal muscles contracted and gripped my penis. This pushed me over the edge as I bottomed out and let my cum out into her warm body. For a moment, we held each other in a tight embrace before both collapsed into a heap, my face resting on her warm, soft breasts. Magdalen nuzzled my head with her cheek.

“Did we stop the swelling?” she asked as I kissed her neck and cheeks.

“Yeah, we did.”

“Did I do it right, was a proper flower slut?”

“You are,” I said with a kiss. “I have to go to school.”

“And I don’t want to keep Miss. Denise waiting,” said Magdalen. I got up off the flower shop owner and offered a hand to help her up. She was the picture of disheveled, and she was covered in dirt and sweat and her all a mess. She pulled up her dress, and despite my recent deposit into her body, her sexy form made my knees ache.

“What is this stuff coming out of me?” asked Magdalen.

“It’s just the fluid that causes the swelling, its harmless,” I said, putting my clothes on.

“It’s funny, it’s like your were trying to plant the seed in me, and I was the earth,” said Magdalen tiding her hair. “Alright Miss. Denise, what can I help you with?”

“Well for starters that was the strangest thing I have ever seen in all my days,” said Miss. Denise. “It looked very uncomfortable.”

“Oh, I can assure you it wasn’t,” smiled Magdalen as I left the store and went to school. If I wasn’t quick enough, I was going to be late.