I entered the greenhouse and locked the door behind me. It was humid and empty, perfect conditions. I looked around, making sure I was alone, beflre sliding down to the ground between rows of plants. I took off my top and skirt quickly and wore nothing beneath them. Stripping from my school uniform never took me much time. And, as I sat on the floor of the greenhouse naked, I stretched a bit. I was having a stressful day of classes, and needed to release some of my tension. Work out? Run? No, I was going to play with myself.

I open my eyes slowly, instinctively reacting to the sound of fumbling clothing, the gleaming little red orbs set into my long, thick stem looking out, passing a long, pink tongue around my lipless mouth as I gaze upon the treat that so happened to wander into my favourite haunt. Shaking a little aphrodisiac pollen from my enormous flower, I begin to send questing tendrils across the floor, silently, towards the young girl.

I didn't need an aphrodisiac. I was fine on my own. My left hand massaged my breast as my right rubbed over my exposed slit. I was going straight for the fun, as I desperately needed the relaxation of a powerful orgasm.

I waited for a moment, watching the human girl playing with herself, feeling sap running through my feeler tendrils, causing them to swell in excitement as I moved them closer, two towards her legs, another behind her, ready to begin ensnaring her once she is lost in her own actions.

My moans echoed in the greenhouse as my fingers, two of them, pressed past my lower lips and began massaging my insides. I closed my eyes and loved the pleasure. Oh, I lived for the pleasure

I slowly began to curl my thicekning feeler tendrils around her legs, sliding the thick, rubbery appendages across her thighs, sliding them back and forth across the wonderfully soft, smooth skin, moving in closer towards where her fingers are already busying themselves.

The lack of even a break in my pleasureful moans indicated that I was too lost in my self-pleasure to notice.

That's it, I thought to myself, as I begin letting a third tentacle slither up her back. Just keep on pleasuring yourself little girl, but soon it will be my turn...I let the tentacle curl around onto her shoulder, ready to slip inside her open mouth, should she scream.

After a grand total of five minutes, my body began to quiver. Less than a minute later, my head dropped back and a scream exited my mouth as a small orgasm, as unsatisfying as this one was, rocked my body. The quicker the orgasm, I had noticed, the less rewarding. At least, as far as self-pleasure was concerned.