Mean Plantgirls

Posey sputtered around the fresh load shot down her throat by yet another Elven wellwisher. She gulped down what she could, but couldn't help but cough out the rest on to her ruined blouse. She sagged against the thick trunk of the ironwood tree, gasping for air.

Blossom chuckled, her posse quickly following suit. Five of the most popular Florans in the Academy. All had amazing grades, were beloved by the professors, and would never be suspected of this kind of depraved hazing. "I thought you said you wanted to be one of us, Pussy. Three loads is hardly enough to be considered for our group."

"Oh I do!" The younger girl cried, flecks of cum flying out as she spoke. "It's just...I've never tried sucking...y'know. It's hard."

"Oh I know its hard. Hard and thick, sliding up and down your slutty throat. You must be parched after all that work." She turned to the tall girl hanging on the fringes of the group, just next to the three elves they had brought along. "Lilac? Be a dear and give her the special drink we made for her?"

Posey's eyes went big at the sight of her best friend approaching. In her hand was a fluorescent pink bottle someone had crudely labeled with a pen. 'Cumslut Special' it said.

"Lil...please. I don't want to drink that."

Her friend's face twitched. "Come on, Posey. It's not that bad. Just some Lickalime and Cupid's Folly. Nothing permanent. It'll make this go easier." She popped the cork on the bottle. Posey tried to stand up, but Lilac knocked her back to her knees. The struggle lasted only a moment. One arm held back Posey's arms, while the other raised the concoction to her lips. Posey sealed her mouth tight, forcing Lilac to shove her to the ground and bring her knee down on her chest, pinning her arms between the forest floor and her back. Now able to use both hands, Lilac easily pinched open Posey's jaw and poured in the mixture. When her cheeks began to puff, Lilac rubbed her friend's throat, massaging the liquid down.

"No..." Posey mewled, but it was too late. The potion had already started to take effect. Her tongue began to tingle. She licked her lips, and a spike of total pleasure shot through her core. It was like her mouth had become a whole new sexual organ. One she couldn't wait to try out.

When the next cock slid towards her, she practically leapt at it. Lips parted wide, she impaled herself, taking its length down her throat. Every motion of her tongue felt like she was sliding one along her nethers. She bobbed up and down, spit dripping down her chin. She paid no heed to the giggles from the ot the other girls, or the nasty words they called her. She was on a mission, a quest even. To get more of this wonderful feeling in her mouth. Another jet of salty cream shot against her tongue in short order. She swallowed gratefully, shuddering at the thrill of causing someone else such pleasure. Her fingers dove down her waistband, frigging herself off as one of her first customers returned for a second go.

It must have been a combination of factors. Her insistent fingers fanning her clit, combined with the drugs in her system. But as this new cock slid past her lips, she had the strongest orgasm she'd ever had in her life. She squealed, juices streaming down her leg as total and complete pleasure rode over her body. When she finally reached the plateau, she received another mouthful of seed. Her complete abandon spurring on her current partner into losing control almost right away. He groaned and held her head gently as his hips jerked.

Her mind became a haze. She sucked and slobbered down a seemingly endless array of cocks. Some lost their loads in her mouth, others slathered her face and blouse with their release. Moaning seemed to make them cum faster, so she made herself sound like the lowest common whore. A line began to form, as curious passers-by lured in the prospect of getting some service. She began using her hands as well, jerking off one or two at a time as she worked a third with her ravenous mouth. Eventually the strain on her muscles became too much, and she let her jaw hang slack. The men simply fucked her mouth, using her like a sex toy. Load after load slid down into her belly, making it grumble and inflate slightly. Her poor little panties were soaked all the way through, drenched in a cascading series of orgasms.

She was so consumed by lust that she hadn't noticed the others leave. Blossom, Lilac, and the others had gotten bored by their apparent victory, and had left hours ago. Lilac was the last to leave, her guilt clawing at her as she stared at her fallen friend. Eventually the calls and pressure from her new clique drew her down the road back to the Academy.

As the crowd continued to abuse her lust-addled form, the spent seed pooling around her seeped into the ground. Its power, combined with the natural phytomagical affinity of the Floran people, traced its way through the grove of ironwood trees. They would have a record growth spurt this year.