In a fit of passion, Anthony is consumed

I'm fucking a girl! I'm inside of her! Holy shit, this is really happening!

Anthony was nothing but a bundle of primal instincts. He pistoned into his mate faster and faster, reveling in the heat of her sweltering pussy. He could feel himself getting close to an inevitable climax. He was going to cum. He was going to cum inside of Lynn Odenfell's hot little pussy and there was nothing that could possibly stop him.

A small part of Anthony still clung to reason. He had an inkling of guilt. He loved Bonnie, but couldn't find any way to make that love into something real. Meanwhile, Lynn was here now. Her body was voluptuous and fertile. She looked perfect, she felt perfect, and she even smelled perfect. Every one of Anthony's senses betrayed his conscious mind.

For her part, Lynn had quickly dropped the seduction act. With juicy playboy tits and pert young body, she was already driving poor Anthony insane. The boy had transformed from sweet and well-mannered into a grunting silverback gorilla. Seeing this new dominant side to the young man resulted in Lynn becoming nothing more than a moaning puddle lust.

As Anthony fucked Lynn, his brain tried to match the kind old lady with the big-breasted sex goddess impaled on his cock. Perhaps in a **** bid to regain control, Anthony tried to remind himself that the woman he was fucking was sixty-eight years old. However, this didn't have the effect he intended as he began to remember his little talks with Lynn Odenfell. She was so kind and easy to talk to. He had legitimately looked forward to their time together before the insanity with the garden started. Now that same sweet lady had double d tits and skin as smooth as butter and pussy...Jesus Christ, this perfect fucking pussy.

"Oh God, Anthony! Oh God! You feel amazing! I need you! Fuck me! Make me your whore!"

This is it, I'm having sex. I'm not a virgin anymore. I couldn't ask for a better partner, right?

Suddenly, a pang of sadness overcame the young man. Lynn was gorgeous, but she wasn't Bonnie. Anthony had wanted his best friend to be his first and now that opportunity was gone forever. Passion and sorrow dueled for the boy's heart and tears welled in his eyes.

"Cum inside of me, Anthony," Lynn begged. "Put a baby in my pussy!"

"Nuh-no! This isn't right," Anthony moaned. He desperately wanted to find Bonnie. To apologize.

Suddenly, Anthony realized that he and Lynn were surrounded by crimson blossoms. It seemed like every blossom in the house had somehow migrated to their location. The blooms were bigger now, and glowing. Anthony could feel their dangerous power thrumming in their petals and leaves.

"Lynn, stop! Something is happening!"

"No! Don't stop! Keep going until you cum!" Lynn clenched her pussy, bringing Anthony to the grinding edge of an orgasm.

In the next moment, something truly remarkable happened. Powerful vines reached down and lifted Anthony into the air by the arms. Lynn watched as her lover was ripped away from her. For the first time in days, she had a moment of clarity.

"Anthony?" Lynn whimpered. "No! Give him back!"

But it was too late. Their passion had merely been a means to an end. Anthony was quickly restrained in mid-air above the couch while one of the flowers clamped down on his throbbing cock. The boy gasped as he was quickly brought to orgasm. The flower pulsed brightly as Anthony pumped rope after rope of seed into its depths. A moment later, a second flower gently enveloped the boy's testicles.

"Oh God, it burns!" Anthony whimpered.

"Give him back!" Lynn sobbed. "You used me to get to him!"

More flowers moved in on Anthony's body. One clamped down on each of the young man's nipples while another covered his mouth. Meanwhile, an unopened flower bulb on a thick vine brought itself between the cleave of Anthony's ass cheeks. His muffled cry gave away what happened next.

Lynn reached out to save the boy, but was quickly shoved to the side by powerful vines. She landed several feet away in a naked heap while the remaining blossoms closed in on Anthony, sealing his body in a makeshift cocoon. Lynn watched in horror as the cocoon began to pulse with light in a steady rhythm.

Without hesitation, Lynn ran forward and tried to pry the cocoon open, but it was hopeless. The exterior had hardened and would not budge.

"Oh God, what do I do?" Lynn whimpered.

If she called the police, they would lock her up as a crazy woman. She looked around frantically and suddenly saw Anthony's phone on the ground. It was ringing. The contact on the screen read "Mack Jordan".

Lynn answered the phone and didn't let the person on the other end say a word.

"This is Lynn Odenfell. Are you a friend of Anthony?"

"Um, yes?"

"You need to come over right away. Your friend is in danger!"