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FLOWERS
Flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers - the ground was covered with their myriad forms and the air was loaded with their scents, from light floral fragrances to almost headily suffocating musk. And the colours - all the shades of the prismatic rainbow and then some more. Flowers sprouted from the ground, floated on the surface of the waters, twined up every available vertical and dangled globose and aromatic from every overhang. It wasn't surprising nor particularly original for the newly-landed pioneers to christen this planet, 'Flora', rather than keep the prosaic 'Lamda 471/35' by which it had been known before.
What was rather curious, though, was that it was the women - who of course outnumbered their male colleagues by the statutory gender balance of ten to one - who admitted to feeling slightly offended by the floriferous superabundance. Jessica Tommaline said that she found some of the perfumes disgusting and even the lighter scents were only just acceptable. The men on the other hand found them aphrodisiac to a high degree and went around in a state of permanent erection - which was good for the future of the colony, though occasionally unfortunate when it got in the way of less sexually orientated tasks like chopping wood or building log cabins.
It wasn't long before all the women showed signs of pregnancy for the men in this state of rampant ithyphallicism rogered them nightly (and morning-ly, afternoon-ly and evening-ly) and would have rogered the bed-posts or anything else if they had had holes in them. It did not go down in the official records of the colony but there were rumours that the men had even got together and tried to relieve their perpetual sexual frustration with each other - and one had actually admitted that he got more satisfaction this way than with his female partner - but this surely couldn't have been true!
The settlement grew, buildings were erected (as well as other things) and all were covered by banks and banks of flowers. The scientists tried to classify the species but there were so many, and of such a bewildering variety, that they were not having much success. The only thing they were certain about was that the stems (if stems they were) were thick and fleshy, often the girth of a male thigh and that the blossoms which flowered at the top of these were always variations on the trumpet shape, though the colours, shape and size seemed to be limitless. There were what could be construed as anthers at the base of each trumpet containing pollen though apparently Flora possessed no insects so pollination could not have been achieved by this method, nor apparently was the pollen spread by wind for the grains were much too heavy to be blown around by even the strongest breeze.
So the sexual reproduction of the flowers remained a mystery, though this did not stop the flowers themselves from apparently possessing their own solution and not a patch of ground was cleared before it was, almost overnight, covered by new varieties of Flora's bounty. This might have been a problem had the settlers relied on agriculture or farming for their food resources but it was soon discovered that the seeds and fruit produced by the planet's own plants were highly nutritious and tasty - even to those women who found the flower scents not entirely to their liking.
Soon the women started to give birth - and bonny, bouncing babies they were too - healthy, handsome, well-behaved, almost prodigiously intelligent - and all - and this was perhaps the only worrying thing - without exception, male. The gynecologists thought that perhaps there was something in Flora's diet that was introducing this extra Y chromosome into all the newly born infants, though they could find no actual evidence for this. However, the men's permanent randiness being in no way abated, the women - for the second round of child-bearing (and much to their disgust) were put onto a space-ship only diet - nutritious but very bland - but with no more success than the first time - not one female child was produced.
And so it continued and year by year the male children grew from babyhood into toddlers and then turned their teens into puberty - and all seemed normal with them, their testicles descended and their pubic hair grew in all the right places and they played with themselves - as was meet and right so to do, but the mothers worried because their children had no female companionship of their own age - and worse still, the original women settlers were approaching forty and the original male settlers, worn out by their excessive lust, were beginning to develop headaches and other signs of Lysistratian revolt.
It was young Jaco Tommaline, Jessica's eldest, now a strapping sixteen, who was the first to discover a solution to the mystery. He had been walking round with a permanent tent in his breeches for the past couple of years and no one was quite sure how and with whom he had been able to satisfy his frustration though his best friend, Kol Quiller, from whom he was practically inseparable, had worn a smile on his face which might, or might not, have been in some way associated.
Jaco (who took his surname from his mother as did all the children - after all who could tell with any certainty who was their biological father) was a tall, slim-hipped youth with dark good looks and the fresh complexion of a healthy adolescent teenager. A slight irregularity of his left eyebrow gave him a look of impish charm. Kol was slightly shorter and fair and had almost the physique of a body-builder though this was entirely natural and not as a product of excessive exercise. They both wore the now regulation dress of soft baggy breeches - tight pants were uncomfortable given the male reaction to the flowers - and loose tunic shirts. All materials were made from the linen-like substance produced from the fibres of the flower stems which had a soft, silky sheen and touch. Jaco had wound some purple trumpet flowers into his glossy black hair which gave off a heady intoxicating fragrance and which both he and Kol found highly stimulating.
They were looking for a private place to indulge themselves but the flower pastures that morning seemed to be full of youths wandering around perhaps with similar intentions. The sunlight fell in dappled patterns on the upturned masses of colour and scents rose with an almost tangible substance as the boys' bare feet trampled the blossoms. They were in a high state of sexual excitement and at the peak of their early sexual fulfilment and they allowed their fingers to brush against each other's thighs as they walked close together towards where a rocky outcrop festooned with hanging blooms looked as if it might provide the desired haven from outside observation and interference.
Eventually they reached a secluded spot underneath an overhang and pushing aside the cascading flowers they found themselves in a warm sheltered grotto protected from outside view. Almost frantic with desire they stripped off their shirts and breeches and clasped each other feeling the erotic contact of naked skin upon skin. Their two erect penises battled in loving swordplay before being imprisoned between each other's flat stomachs. They clung together seemingly trying to get inside each other's bodies, arms enclosing, bodies pressed flat against each other down the whole length.
The sexual demand was uncontrollable. They grappled with each other and were about to sink to the ground when Jaco felt a velvety touch on his flank, soft yet insistent. Fearing they had been discovered he sprang apart from his friend and turned to see that it was only one of the blossoms which hanging in a curtain had turned inwards towards the pair and was now rubbing sensuously against his naked flesh.
Laughing at his mistake, he was about to take hold of Kol again when he was astonished to see the flower groping blindly around his body towards his erect penis all the time pulsing out waves of sexually stimulating musky perfume. The two boys watched speechless as the trumpet found the engorged head and, like a mouth, fastened itself upon him and sucked him in.
For a moment Jaco was repulsed but then, so exciting was the feeling that the flower engendered, that he started pushing himself in until his whole cock disappeared into the flower's head. Tremors of ecstatic delight, spreading from the centre of his Being, throbbed outwards through his whole body and he groaned with bliss. Kol watched with amazement at his friend's bucking movements which, now that he had his back to him, alternately exposed the twin globes of his arse opening and closing, revealing the puckered entrance to an, as yet, untried delight.
Kol, though, hesitated for only a second. His cock seemed to be lubricating itself and, at the first opportunity, he inserted it between those deliciously inviting globes, probing the puckered opening. He wondered whether Jaco would object but was not long left in doubt.
"Push it in," he heard Jaco's strangulated whisper. "Push it hard."
Kol was only too pleased to comply and was immediately taken in to the full length with no apparent hesitation or discomfort, so relaxed and excited was Jaco. Nor did he have to make any movement for Jaco's frenzied fucking forced his rectum in and out on his friend's cock. Though the ecstasy was intense, neither of the boys achieved an orgasm. It was almost as if the flower was deliberately inhibiting the final fulfilment and when it finally released Jaco's cock, he was still erect and unsatisfied. Kol also withdrew. The flower, though, as if its mission was now accomplished withered as they watched it and both boys examining the end of Jaco's cock found that it was now covered with golden yellow grains fastened so securely that he could neither pick nor scrape them off.
"I can't believe I really did that," said Jaco shakily. "I just fucked a flower!"
And I just fucked you, thought Kol.
The experience had slightly unnerved the boys so they put on their clothes and left their hideout. Outside all seemed as before - some other boys were wandering through the banks of multi-coloured flowers which stretched in every direction and all the perfumes filled the air with their sensual promise of sexual arousal. But as Jaco and Kol walked they suddenly realised that something was different. The flower heads, instead of passively hanging, now seemed to turn and follow the progress of the two boys. At first they could not believe that this was happening but soon it became increasingly obvious that there was distinct movement amongst the flower heads. Even the sinuous limb stalks now took on a life of their own so that in some cases they almost slithered across the ground toward the boys.
Soon they found their feet and legs ensnared by the insistent growth and they could no longer move. Once having imprisoned the boys, the flower heads now started to grope blindly upwards and it was towards Jaco that they turned, moving towards his genital area but perhaps confused because his penis was hidden by his breeches. At first the boys were alarmed by the unusual activity of the flowers but the even more intense musk scent pulsating out from the trumpets soon achieved its usual result and the hormones took over. Even though there were other boys around, Jaco was consumed by a raging lust and he wrenched at the fastenings of his breeches, tearing them open to release his penis, erect and questing. The largest of the trumpet flowers in the vicinity, seemingly by virtue of its size and strength, seized hold of his pollen-covered head and engulfed it with its velvet mouth, taking the whole length deep down into its throat.
Jaco uttered a throttled cry as his penis was raped by the importunate flower but he needed more stimulation. His arse cried out for Kol's penetration and his friend was likewise seized with a lust so demanding that oblivious to anyone around him he scarcely knew what he was doing. Within seconds he had stripped off his breeches and plunged his cock into the waiting orifice. This time Jaco knew that he would achieve an orgasm; he could feel the build-up in his loins and Kol's cock probing his prostate only increased the pressure to explode. With an inarticulate cry he discharged the contents of his scrotum into the flower again and again, and, at the same time, Kol also came, spurting his own seed into his friend's body with a violence and frenzy that neither of them had experienced before. Afterwards they lay for a while, quiescent, almost hidden by the masses of foliage clutching each other while the triumphant flower head, now impregnated with both human seed and pollen, shrivelled before their eyes and at the base a golden-yellow sac formed and swelled. The seduction was complete and the euphoria was followed by the inevitable sadness - post coitum omnis homo triste est. This return to reason allowed them to consider that what they had just done had probably been in more than partial view of at least some of the other boys. They were aroused from this worrying and potentionally embarrassing thought by strange sounds from around them. Lifting their heads they peered around and were amazed to see an incredible sight - a scene of wild Bacchanalian orgy.
Boys and youths everywhere were indulging in frenzied coupling - or more accurately, tripling - for in every case a trumpet flower was involved with two humans. Cries of ravishment which ranged from shrill animal yelps to deep throated grunts accompanied the activity and it was these sounds which had attracted the attention of Jaco and Kol. It seemed that it needed two youths to impregnate a flower for a single youth, friendless, was wandering entirely unpursued by any questing flower head and appeared considerably distressed by the lack of attention which his colleagues were enjoying.
Clearly Jaco and Kol's own activities were not going to be singled out for any sort of adverse criticism and the two friends, now united by a unique bond, lay down again on their bed of velvet blossoms. But an even stranger event was to happen. The sac which had formed at the base of the flower trumpet had continued to grow and was now some one and a half metres long and the thickness of a man's body. Its surface was brown, shiny and firm to the touch. As they watched it began to split open down its whole length peeling back from the top.
Something was curled up inside and, as they watched incredulously, it moved, stretching itself to full size.
Jaco was the first to recover his powers of speech and then only to utter a heart-felt obscenity.
Out of the seed pod emerged the golden form of the most handsome youth either of them had ever seen. His skin was golden-brown and textured like silk. Soft, dark hair grew in his arm pits, at the base of his perfect genitals and formed a thick ebony cap on his head. His eyes were large, brown and luminous under arched brows. His lips, full and sensuous, smiled to reveal the whitest of flawless teeth and his breath was scented with that same perfume which had aroused them so strongly before. In fact his whole body exuded a delicious fragrance of flowers and fruit and sex. His body was youthfully slim but without the gawkiness of adolescence, his stomach flat, the pectoral muscles defined and adorned with two roseate nipples.
The flower-child smiled at them again and then, extending his arms, drew Jaco and Kol into his embrace.
-- Michael Gouda
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