Chapter 4: Climax
But, as he gazed down at her, he heard a knock on the door. His neighbor's muffled voice called out, "George, are you there? I heard some strange noises coming from your apartment. Is everything alright?"
Startled, George quickly pulled up his pants and stumbled towards the door. Venus Flytrap, still lying on the table, couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. George shot her a quick glance, mouthing "I'll be right back" before opening the door just a crack.
Peering through the gap, he saw Mae, his cute next door neighbor. He always had a thing for her.
Clad in a skimpy yellow dress that barely covered her round curves, Mae's tall frame made her look like a charming southern belle—well, until she opened her mouth. That's when her potty-mouthed, fiery personality would be on full display.
"George, what's going on in here? Your place smells like a goddamn hothouse." Mae's brow furrowed as she peered into his apartment, her hazel eyes narrowed.
"I heard some screaming and moaning—thought something was wrong over here."
George felt his face heat up, and he stammered, "Uh, everything's fine, Mae. Just... uh, found a new exercise routine."
Mae raised an eyebrow, her smirk clearly evident even with half of her face hidden. "Exercise routine, huh?
Gee, George, sounds good for a change. Guess that explains some of the offensive smells coming from your place. Mind if I interrupt this little... workout?" Mae flashed a coy smile, gesturing to Venus Flytrap.
George's low groan reverberated through his chest. He couldn't imagine explaining this peculiar situation to Mae, who had always been one to judge harshly and remain unconvinced of anything outside the ordinary. Yet, a part of him was oddly intrigued by her candid curiosity and boldness.
"Well, I didn't exactly mean it like that, but, yeah...guess you could say that," George stuttered, stammering as their eyes locked onto one another. He could see the intense excitement glinting in her hazel irises, recognizing the potential that lay in her offer.
"I've always wondered what you'd be like behind closed doors, George.
Are you going to invite me in, or should we continue this discussion in the hallway?" Mae's voice dripped with arrogance as she leaned in closer, almost daring him to turn her down.
George hesitated. He knew he shouldn't invite her in, but there was an undeniable curiosity stirring within him. The possibility of having two beautiful women in his life, both of whom desired him, was an intoxicating thought.
"Come on in, Mae," George relented, opening the door wider.
Mae's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her pupils dilating at the sight of Venus Flytrap sprawled across his coffee table.
"Jesus Christ, George," she muttered under her breath, stepping cautiously past the sentient plant, her gaze fixed on Venus as she followed him into the densely cluttered space.
Once the door was shut, Mae finally found the courage in her to ask, "What the hell is going on here?"
George glanced nervously at his plant, who seemed to emit a faint glow, as if aware their privacy had just been compromised. He hesitated for a moment, contemplating how to explain the situation without resorting to sounding like a madman.
"It's a long story, Mae. But...
Venus Flytrap is a sentient plant who grows in my apartment, and..." George blurted out, cutting Mae off mid-sentence.
Mae's eyes widened, and she took a step back, her hand accidentally brushing against the side of Venus Flytrap. The plant gave a soft purr in response.
"Wh...What the actual fuck, George?
And to think, I thought you were a boring old man and nothing more than a pervert who loved to stare at women through his peepholes." Mae's face twisted in disgust, yet there was a spark of curiosity lurking deep within her emerald eyes.
"Yeah, well, I guess everyone has their secrets," George said, steeling himself for what was to come. He couldn't predict how Mae would react, but he had to keep his cool. And speaking of cooling off...
George took a step closer to Mae, who backed up against the wall.
He felt a sudden sense of power coursing through him, and he couldn't help but respond to Venus's command.
"You're going to let me do whatever I want to you, Mae," George said, his voice low and husky. "And you're going to like it."
Mae's eyes widened, but she didn't protest. Instead, she bit her lip, her body tensing with anticipation.
George took hold of Mae's arms and pinned them to the wall, leaning in close to her. She gasped as his lips met hers, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed over her body.
Venus Flytrap let out a soft purr, watching with approval as George dominated Mae.
His hands strayed down to Mae's breasts, cupping them and massaging her soft flesh. She moaned into the kiss, letting out a series of gasps as George's hands found her nipples, pinching and twisting them with a roughness that sent shivers down her spine.
"Oh fuck, yes," cried Mae, her body trembling under his touch.
George broke away from her lips, trailing a line of wet kisses down her neck, nibbling on her lower lip before moving to her collarbone.
Mae's eyes rolled back as she let out a moan, arching her back and thrusting her chest out toward him.
George slammed Mae against the wall, reaching down to slide her dress up over her hips, leaving her slender legs bare and exposed. He admired her toned, tanned legs, her long, curly brown hair cascading down over her shoulders. With one swift motion, he pulled her panties aside, exposing her glistening folds to the night air.
Mae's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening at the sudden invasion of privacy. But before she could muster a word, George was already diving headfirst into her pussy, his tongue sending shocks of pleasure radiating throughout her body.
Her gasps turned into moans as he delved deeper, his fingers snaking around her hips to keep her steady against the wall. Mae threw her head back, her mouth opening wide to take in great, honking breaths of summer air.
The man—the man who was even now delving his face between her thighs and bestowing upon her one delectable lick after another—had rendered her speechless, and she was content to let him do as he pleased.
The only sound in the quiet apartment was the wet slurping of his tongue against her folds as his fingers thrust into her wet, pink channel. She wondered, dimly, if the walls were paper-thin, and if George’s new friend had heard the moans escaping her lips.
“God—fuck—yes,” she uttered as his tongue hit just the right spot.
His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers leaving small, crescent-shaped marks on her skin. Yet, the pain only heightened her pleasure, the two sensations tangling in her mind and washing over her like a tidal wave.
Just as a scream threatened to escape, George’s lips found hers again, his tongue exploring her mouth in a dance as old as time—and a hell of a lot more sensual.
This time, Mae found herself kissing him back with the same fervor that he had offered.
Her hands roamed his body, tracing the outlines of his muscles, then running along his neck to fist in his hair. She tugged gently, eliciting a moan from deep within him that vibrated against her lips.
Her legs spread wider, wrapping around his midsection as if welcoming him home, as if he had always been meant to be right there. His cock nudged against her entrance, sending another shiver down her spine.
She gasped as he entered her, the feeling of fullness almost overwhelming.
"Fuck, you're tight," George murmured, his lips seeking out hers once more. He began moving in slow strokes, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Mae wrapped her legs tighter around him, her heels digging into his back as she urged him on. Her breathing grew ragged as she felt the pressure building deep inside her.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
George obeyed, driving into her in swift, powerful thrusts, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine. Mae threw her head back, moaning into the night air as he pounded into her.
Sweat trickled down George's forehead, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he powered through each thrust. The sight of Mae, her body writhing and contorting with pleasure, only spurred him on further.
Her walls clenched around him, milking him with every stroke, and he could feel himself nearing his breaking point.
Just as he was about to release, Venus came up behind George and massaged his shoulders, easing the tension from his muscles.
George groaned, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down Mae's spine. The feeling of his cock buried deep inside her, combined with Venus' skilled hands, was almost too much for her to handle.
Mae moaned, her voice barely above a whisper as she dug her nails into George's back. The pain only heightened her pleasure, the two sensations mingling together in a heady cocktail of lust.
"Don't stop," she gasped, her words punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of their bodies. "Don't you dare fucking stop."
Venus' fingers trailed down George's chest, lingering on his nipples before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants.
With a wicked grin, she whispered in his ear, "You heard her, George. Don't stop. Pound her young pussy like there's no tomorrow."
George's eyes widened at the explicitness of her words, but he couldn't deny the fire they ignited in his loins.
Mae, too, seemed to be affected by Venus' encouragement, her hips bucking wildly against him as she begged for more.
"Yes, yes, just like that!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the intensity of their kiss.
And with that, George lost himself in the moment, his hips pistoning with a primal urgency that matched the pulsing rhythm within Mae's core.
Venus watched with rapt attention, her own arousal growing as she listened to the symphony of pleasure unfolding before her.
George's thrusts became more urgent, his hands gripping Mae's hips with bruising force as he drove into her.
Mae's cries of pleasure grew louder, her voice ringing out in the small apartment as she met George's thrusts with her own.
And then, with a guttural cry, George came hard, filling Mae with his seed.
Mae's back arched, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves as George emptied himself inside of her.
Venus couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she watched them, but she quickly pushed it aside.
She had brought them together, and that was all that mattered.
As George pulled out of Mae, Venus glided over to them, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"Well, that was quite enjoyable, wasn't it?" she purred, her large, emerald eyes sparkling with delight.
Mae, still panting and trying to catch her breath, looked over at Venus, shock and confusion written all over her face. "What the hell is that thing?" she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper as George's seed trickled down her leg.
George stared at Venus, amazed by her ability to help them achieve such intense pleasure.
"That was incredible," he whispered, still catchng his breath. He felt a sense of gratitude toward thissentient plant for bringing him and Mae closer together.
Mae, however, was still struggling to process everything that had just happened. She looked from George to Venus, her expression a mix of shock and curiosity. "Who the fuck are you?" she demanded, her voice still laced with incredulity.
Venus smiled, her large green eyes glimmering with amusement. "I'm Venus Flytrap.
Nice to meet you, Mae," she said with a playful wink.
Mae's mouth hung open in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me," she gasped, her eyes scanning Venus up and down. "How can a plant be...alive?"
Venus chuckled, her supple green limbs swaying gently. "Ah, Mae. Life finds a way, does it not?" she said, gesturing to George with a graceful move of her leaves.
"George here has been quite the entertaining companion."
"I'll say," Mae agreed, her eyes still wide with amazement. "Who would have thought that a plant could bring so much pleasure?"
Venus chuckled softly, her stem swaying back and forth in a gentle motion. "There's a lot more to me than meets the eye, my dear."
As they spoke, George emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked from Venus to Mae, a curious expression on his face. "What did I miss?" he asked.
"We were just getting to know each other," Venus said, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Mae blushed, looking away from George's toned chest and muscular arms. "Yeah, that's right," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But what now?"
George looked at Venus and then at Mae, his mind racing with possibilities. He had always fantasized about a threesome, but never thought it would actually happen.
"How about a threesome?" he blurted out, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mae's eyes widened, and she looked at George in shock. "A threesome? Are you serious?"
Venus, on the other hand, seemed intrigued by the idea. "A threesome, huh? I've never tried that before," she said, her voice dripping with curiosity.
Mae hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded her head in agreement. "Okay, let's do it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
With that, Venus slowly leaned in towards Mae, her large, emerald eyes locked onto the younger woman's as she closed the distance between them.
Mae's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt Venus's warm breath against her lips.
She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the touch of the sentient plant's lips against her own.
And then it happened—Venus's lips met Mae's in a slow, sensual kiss.
Mae gasped, surprised by the softness of Venus's lips, the gentle brush of her tendrils against her skin.
She felt a surge of pleasure, a warm, tingling sensation that seemed to radiate from her lips outwards, filling every inch of her body with a sense of euphoria.
Her breath quickened, her heartbeat throbbed in her ears like a tribal drum, and she found herself unable to resist the allure of Venus's kiss.
Her hands reached up, encircling Venus's long, slender neck, her fingers tracing the delicate lines and curves of the plant's glossy leaves.
Despite her initial apprehension and surprise, Mae found herself getting lost in the moment, her entire being enveloped in a sensual haze.
Venus's body felt like a drug, and Mae was completely addicted to the rush of pleasure surging through her veins.
Her nipples hardened beneath her top, pressing against the fabric in aching sensitivity. She could feel her arousal building up between her legs, almost to the point of pain. And yet, even then, she craved more of Venus's touch.
The sentient plant sensed Mae's desire and responded with a soft hum, her tendrils snaking down Mae's body until they reached the hem of her skirt.
In one swift move, Venus lifted the material up and over Mae's hips, revealing her bare, eager cunt.
George, now fully naked and aroused, watched intently as Venus lowered her head to Mae's exposed flesh. Her mouth opened wide, revealing rows upon rows of sharp, pointed teeth, and descended upon Mae's clit.
Mae screamed with pleasure, her body shaking from the sheer intensity of the sensation.
Venus's lips and tendrils were expertly arrayed around her clit, drawing out every drop of moisture from within. Mae caught her breath, trying to mount a protest as Venus continued to devour her cunt with unabashed delight. But her muscles were lax with pleasure, her arms drifting down to rest against George's thighs, holding on for support.
"Oh fucking hell, Venus. C'mon baby. Don't stop," George moaned, his hands eagerly making their way to Mae's breasts.
As Venus pulled away for a moment, George's hard cock was plopped into her face. Her face went slack as she started drooling at the thought of her master's cock.
Venus's eyes gleamed with desire as she took in the sight of George's thick shaft, already glistening with precum.
She wrapped her lips around the tip, swirling her tongue around the sensitive flesh. George let out a deep, guttural groan, his fingers tightening on Mae's nipples.
Venus's skilled mouth sent shivers of pleasure down George's spine as she took him deeper into her throat, her tongue working its magic on his shaft.
Mae watched in awe as Venus serviced George, her own body trembling with desire.
She had never seen anything like this before, and she felt her resistance slowly melting away.
As Venus continued to pleasure George, Mae decided to take matters into her own hands. She stepped forward, her gaze locked onto George's flushed face, and knelt before him.
He looked down at her, his eyes heavy with lust, and she took his hand, guiding it to her waiting lips. He didn't need any further invitation.
George's fingers threaded through her dark hair as he pressed his mouth to hers, their tongues dueling passionately. Mae's hand reached down, finding George's hard cock, and she began to stroke him in time with their kiss.
Venus noticed the change in George's focus, and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
She released his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, and said, "Mae, why don't you show George just how much you want him?"
Mae hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a million thoughts and doubts. She had never been with a man besides her ex-husband, let alone a plant-woman and George. But there was something in Venus's gaze that made her feel bold, courageous even. She decided to take a leap of faith.
Mae positioned herself on all fours, her ass facing George.
She gently spread her cheeks apart, inviting him inside.
Venus moved behind George, her large, green hands tracing over his chest and abs, teasing him as he hovered over Mae.
"Come on, George," Venus whispered seductively, "Fuck her like you mean it."
George let out a deep growl, his hands stabilizing his balance as he slipped his naked length into Mae. She let out a gasp, smearing George's pre-cum over her slick pussy.
"Yes, fuck me, George!" she cried out.
George enters Mae suddenly.
It's a reckless move, but he's desperate to possess her. Their bodies slam together, her moans echoing off the worn walls of his dingy apartment. His grip on her is tight, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he thrusts into her with violent intensity.
Mae's eyes roll back in her head as the pleasure consumes her. Her body writhes beneath him, her nails digging into the cool marble of his back. The weight of him presses against her, filling her up in the most exquisite way.
Her walls clench around George as she moans out his name with an intensity that sears right through her bones. She can feel every muscle in his body contract with each thrust, the raw power of his masculinity causing her to lose herself in the primitive carnal dance.
George pulls back for a moment, trapping Mae's wrists above her head as he leans down to nuzzle at the hollows of her shoulders, his lips leaving a trail of warmth and wetness across her skin.
"Beg for it," he growls in her ear. "Beg me to fuck you."
Mae's breath hitches in her throat, but she feels a thrill of excitement and surrender run through her at his rough, commanding tone.
"Yes, Master," she gasps, arching against him. "Please, fuck me. Make me yours."
Her words unleash something inside George - a primal hunger that radiates outward like a sudden, blistering heatwave.
Mae feels it too, the hairs on her arms standing on end as the temperature spikes.
"George, what's happening?" she asks, her voice trembling.
Venus lays down next to Mae, her green skin glistening in the dim light of the apartment. George's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of them - two beautiful women, laid bare and vulnerable before him. He can feel his body responding, his cock twitching with anticipation.
"I don't know," he admits, his voice strained. "But I can't stop."
Mae's heart races as she feels George's hands on her body, his fingers tracing a path down her chest and stomach. She gasps as he reaches her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulls her closer.
"Oh god, George," she moans, her voice breathless. "What are you doing to me?"
George grunts, a fierce, primal sound escaping his lips as he positions himself between her legs.
"I'm about to make you feel so good, Mae," he growls, his body tensed with excitement and desire. "You have no idea what this little alien plant has done to me. You have no idea what I'm capable of."
Mae watches as George leans forward, his lust-filled gaze fixed on her exposed breasts.
She feels a thrill of excitement run through her as she realizes what he's about to do.
Venus, too, seems to sense the change in the air. She pulls away from George's cock with a wet pop, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I think our friend here has something else in mind," she says, her voice low and sultry.
Mae nods, unable to tear her eyes away from George's muscular form as he lowers his head to her chest. His tongue darts out, tracing a wet path around her nipple before he takes it into his mouth and begins to suck. Mae cries out in pleasure, her back arching as she thrusts her breasts forward.
Meanwhile, Venus turns her attention to George's cock, which is still standing at attention.
She takes it in her hand, feeling its warmth and pulsating veins. She leans in close, her green lips parted as she licks the tip of his dick lazily, drawing out a soft moan from George.
Mae can't help but watch, her eyes wide and pupils dilated. She feels a rush of heat between her legs as she sees Venus warm him up with her tongue, her mouth moving up and down the length of his shaft with practiced ease.
George's eyes roll back in his head as he lets out a frustrated groan.
His cock is now fully erect, a bead of precum glistening on the tip. Venus takes a moment to admire the sight before darting her tongue out to taste it.
"Ah, you're so delicious," she purrs, her voice dripping with sexuality.
Mae watches in awe as Venus deep-throats George's length, her mouth enveloping him with ease. She sucks and licks at him like a woman possessed, her hands gripping his hips to pull him closer.
George pulls his cock out of Venus's mouth before shoving it in Mae's mouth.
She gags as it hits the back of her throat. He grabs her head, thrusting in and out, while she chokes and gasps for air. Spittle drips down her chin as he groans, his hips slapping against her face. He pulls out, slapping it against her cheek before smearing it on her breasts.
"Suck on that," he commands, pushing it into her open mouth once more. He watches as she struggles to breathe around the massive cock, her eyes watering as he uses her face roughly.
George is a man possessed, lost in the swirling vortex of lust and desire. The erotic tension in the room has reached a fever pitch.
Venus, meanwhile, has not been idle. She lies back on the couch, her legs spread open as she languidly caresses her own breasts, plucking at her nipples until they stiffen into tight, aching peaks. Her hand then moves lower, tracing elegant patterns along her inner thigh as she parts her legs further.
Mae watches with wide eyes, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through her veins as Venus infiltrates her space.
The plant's attention is still fixated on George, her large green eyes burning with the intensity of her affection.
Her fingers trail down her stem, grazing the sensitive area between her thighs.
Mae's breath catches in her throat as Venus inserts one graceful tendril between Mae's inner lips, exploring and teasing her sensitive clitoris.
"Holy shit," Mae gasps, closing her eyes and letting out a strangled moan.
Her body is aching for more, desperate for release. She feels her desperation mirrored in Venus's sultry gaze, and her heart flutters with a strange mix of exhilaration and nerves.
Mae parts her legs wider, giving Venus full access to her hot, soaked core. Venus grins, her gaze locking onto Mae's as she dips a finger into Mae's slick folds.
Mae's body trembles as Venus slowly eases the finger in and out, the sensation causing her to moan out loud.
Mae's hips buck up, desperate for more, but Venus doesn't rush. She pulls her finger out with a wet pop and brings it to her mouth, tasting Mae's essence. She smiles, satisfied with what she finds.
"You taste so sweet, Mae," she murmurs, before diving back in, her tongue now taking over where her finger left off.
George turns Mae into her back and then stacks Venus on top of her. He takes turns fucking there tight cunts.
George pounds into Mae's wet pussy from behind, his balls slapping against Venus's thighs as he drives deeper and deeper.
Their cries of pleasure fill the room, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
George's hand snakes down to Venus's pussy, sliding effortlessly between her folds as he plunges into Mae from behind.
Venus's body writhes beneath him, her large green breasts bouncing with every thrust.
He grunts, his hands gripping Venus's hips as he slams into her.
Mae, lying on her back, reaches down to touch herself, her fingers disappearing into her damp folds.
She watches as George takes Venus from behind, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with their gasps and moans of pleasure.
Venus turns her head to meet Mae's gaze, her eyes sparkling with mischief and arousal.
She bites her lip and nods, encouraging Mae to continue touching herself.
The girls lay next to each other as goerg gets ready to unload all over there pretty faces.
Mae, being the polite guest she is, opens her mouth in welcome. Venus does the same, letting her tongue dart out to catch a few droplets of his salty load that escape her mouth. George watches this entire scene in ecstasy, his head thrown back in pleasure as he unleashes a primal roar. The muscles in his abdomen and thighs contract as he empties himself, his cum spilling out of Mae's mouth and dripping down her chin.
Venus, ever eager, laps at the dribbling fluid, sucking up every last drop from Mae's face and neck.
George's body shudders as the orgasm continues to course through him, his balls tightening and releasing with each wave of pleasure. Finally, with a final groan, he pulls out of the two women, collapsing onto the couch in an exhausted heap.
Mae and Venus share a glance between them, both wearing proud smiles. They each stand up and walk over to him, their arms wrapping around his sweaty body.
George feels his cock twitch as their hands explore his body, but he's spent, and he knows it'll take a while for him to recover.
So, instead, he closes his eyes and lets sleep take him.
The three of them collapse onto the bed together, their bodies intertwined in a sweaty, exhausted heap.
Their limbs tangle together, their breaths mingling in the dark as they drift off to sleep.
George feels contentment wash over him as he falls asleep, his mind filled with images of Mae and Venus, their bodies entwined with his.
As they lay there, the plant begins to grow. It starts as a small sprout from Venus's body, but quickly grows larger and larger.
Before they know it, they're surrounded by lush greenery, the smell of fresh flowers filling the air.