It's flipping you over... upside-down? (Day 1 Part 4)

You squirm about as the tendrils carrying you begin manuevering your limbs again. It takes you a moment to get your attention away from the burning sensation in your loins to realize that you were being turned upside-down! With that insistent vine ramming in and out of your perky rump, you manage to focus your attention away from the burning long enough to pay attention to what it was doing.

Your arms are being slowly pulled away from each other, with a free tendril coming to wrap around your free arm as the one that was holding them both keeps hold of your other limb. They raise your arms up above your head, pulling you so your upper body's not completely upside-down to keep you from getting too dizzy, or so you assume. While it's doing that, though, the vines around your spread legs guide them in the same direction, but downward a little, so that you're **** into an upside-down, hunched over position, of some kind, almost like a 'C' shape. The end result has your drooling petals positioned directly above your face, apparently the creature's intention.

You had opened your eyes to see all this taking place, even if your view of it is constantly rocking back and forth thanks to the tendril driving up your rear again and again. You're already used to not being able to move your head much because of the tentacle hammering your mouth, so the first thing you do is close your eyes when you spot a slow drop of that combination of thick seed and your own sweet juices dribble from your folds and splatter across your cheek down below. You are once again reminded of the burning in your loins when another thick tendril approaches...

Your cunny literally feels like it's on fire at this point, you just realize, after not having any direct contact too soothe it with pleasure. You nearly breathe a sigh of relief, if you could, when the next tendril approaches, but then you notice its size.

This one's definitely thicker than a soda can this time, in fact, it appears to be at least as big around as a grown man's fist, only with that smoothly tapered phallic shape being the main difference between the two. All of your attention is drawn away from the other two pounding tendrils as you're brought into a conflict with yourself. You desperately want the relief this thing will bring to your burning cunny, yet you know you won't get out of this without a stretch. It's not like you really have a choice in the matter either way, as a dozen little tendrils move in to pull apart your tight folds once again to make room for this thing.

This time you get to watch, to your pleasure or dismay, as that thick tendril nuzzles up against your parted petals and sprays a fresh layer of that lubricating aphrodisiac you've grown to love and hate so much. What happened after that took you completely by surprise.