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Bloom

By: Urico



Upon entering the flower shop, he thought he needed a little something to brighten his day. He thought about how things were going for him and the melancholy had settled in to be a way of life. He went right for the cut flowers thinking a bouquet would do the trick, to put some color in his otherwise gray life. After staring at the varieties in front of him, he thought it useless to pick something so beautiful but will inevitably die in a few days. At that moment the counter girl noticed his reluctance and asked if she could help him. He told her, “I would like something special for myself that won’t die like these,” pointing to the vases of cut flowers, “I think I want something that is alive.” She led him to the potted plants and excused herself to answer the phone. After ten minutes or so she returned, “Any luck,” she asked. He still wasn’t sure, thinking that none of these gave him the feeling he was looking for. Suddenly, the helpful girl remembered something over in the far corner and brought him a strange little plant. She called it the Rainbow Flower and told him that it is rare to blossom but it is a lovely plant and if correctly cared for, it would yield a bloom that composed of every color in the rainbow. And she added, that it is believed to be magical and if one wished upon its’ open flower, it would surely come true. “Although,” she cautioned, “There is no guarantee that it will ever reach flowering but it will give him years of growth.”

It didn’t take too much thought to conclude that this little plant was just what he was looking for, he purchased it and returned home with his find. He tended to it for months that flowed into years and like the shop girl promised it had grown into a fine plant with his loving care. It stood now two feet tall in the fourth pot since he had gotten it. 

He checked frequently for signs of a bud but there was not one to be found. He had reserved himself to the fact that it probably wasn’t going to ever flower but he would enjoy it anyway. 

One day, during his normal watering routine he noticed something. There it was, after years of waiting, a tiny closed nub was the very thing he had been looking for and he was so proud that his efforts had been rewarded. As it grew larger so did his excitement as he continued with the things he always did to insure the health of the plant. 

After a couple weeks the bud seemed to stop growing and although it didn’t alarm him, he was wondering what was going on. He kept reminding himself what he was told at the shop years before that it may never get to this point but, “There must be something I could do,” he wondered. His impatience got the best of him and he decided to do something. Adding a little extra fertilizer to the soil, which was already good to begin with, couldn’t hurt, he thought. Over the following weeks the plant did react with some new foliage but the flower remained closed adding to his anxiousness. 

Again, he attempted to speed the development by moving his prized plant from the spot it had been in for three years, closer to the window in the direct sunlight. After a couple days he approached in horror, to notice the leaves of the Rainbow Plant seemed to have wrinkled and some of the edges were brown. He scurried it back to its’ original spot hoping it would be all right. The leaves returned to their previous state in a few days and although he was quite relieved, the bud remained in it’s unchanged state.

Wanting to find out more about his plant, he returned to the shop where it had come from only to find it boarded up with a “For Rent” sign on the door. “Oh my,” he exclaimed, “What do I do now.” He chose to try the library. It appeared that no text he could find had any information on this rare species. Finally, he went to a horticulturist at the local university and as in his previous quests for knowledge, this also turned up negative.

Upon returning home, feeling a little tired from his efforts, he went over to the plant. Yes, it was just as he left it, beautiful as ever but he thought about the flower and the hope of a wish that it could bring and still felt he could coax it from its’ current state. He checked the stems and leaves and upon finding everything OK, he gave it water as he always had. He then thought, “Let me give a little bit more,” and tipped the watering can which then slipped from his hand, dumping the rest of the water in the container into the pot. He didn’t think it could hurt too much even though it had received twice as much as it needed. 

He rose the next morning to find the blossom had fallen from its stem and lie withered on the table. “What have I done,” he cried. “I have waited for my wish for all this time and now I will never have it.” Reflecting on all that had happened he resigned himself to the thought that this was how things were for him and that there would never be an answer to his prayers and anything I touch turns bad anyway. His Rainbow Flower was gone and he despaired to know it had much to do with his lack of patience. Except for the soil being a little saturated, the rest of the plant seemed to be fine which gave him a slight consolation in that he did not kill it entirely. 

Finally, after some time had passed, the soil had dried enough and it was time for some more water. He tentatively approached with the can and began to pour, still admiring what a gorgeous specimen it was. After placing the can down, he turned to walk away when he caught a glimpse of something. Checking the leaves and turning it slightly, he discovered something wonderful. A brilliant multi colored bloom had opened on the opposite side. He was overcome that after all this time and after all that had happened he was blessed with a Rainbow Flower. He bent to inhale its’ sweet fragrance, unlike any other he had ever experienced. It was then he realized that he no longer needed a wish…it had already come true.

Not The End

Bloomers



It was just a week after my eighteenth birthday and I was off to spend the summer with an old friend of my mother's. I was a small, rather quiet young man and much to the surprise of my friends I was looking forward to spending the time with her. 

The flight I had to catch was pretty dull, but things livened up when Mrs. Wallace arrived to meet me. She was a bright, cheerful lady in her early to mid-fifties, but still quite an attractive woman with very large breasts, made even bigger by her narrow waist. Her short, brown hair was attractively styled and she had sparkling brown eyes. She had been widowed some years before and lived out in the country some distance from the nearest town.

Unfortunately, my holiday got off to a bad start when my luggage failed to arrive. We waited for a while at the airport, then filled in a report form and left for the long drive to her home. They told us they would send it on when it was located. Things just got worse. It began to rain cats and dogs, then the car broke down. I volunteered to go to the nearest phone box, but got soaked through in the process. When the mechanic arrived we found out that the car wouldn't be fixed until the next morning, so we checked into a motel for the night.

Mrs. Wallace took my wet clothes to the laundry and then came back and told me they would be dry the next morning. At least the room was warm and dry as I lay naked under the covers wondering what else could go wrong. Little did I know.

Next day there was good news and bad news. The car was fixed, but my clothes were gone. Mrs. Wallace collected the car and then worked out what to do. She had only the clothes she was wearing and I was totally naked. 'I'll just have to give you some of mine,' she said. As she was only wearing a grey button through dress and a waist length pink cardigan it was hard to see what she could do.

She removed the cardigan and handed it to me, then she turned around and reached under her dress, removing her panties and handing them to me. Well, panties wasn't quite the right word. These were old fashioned bloomers with elastic in the legs; the things that used to be called passion-killers. When I pulled them on they covered me from the waist nearly to my knees. They were still warm from her body. I had put the cardigan on, but I struggled with the buttons. Mrs. Wallace came over and did them up for me. 'There,' she said, smiling, 'you look quite charming.'

'I must look really silly.' I was crimson with embarrassment, but I didn't have too many other choices.

'No you don't,' she smiled, giving me a hug. 'Let's go.'

I managed to get into the car without being seen and we were finally on our way. Occasionally, someone would notice me as they passed. Mostly, they just looked surprised, but one truckie blew me a kiss. Pretty embarrassing. What was worse was that the feel of the bloomers and the cardigan on my otherwise bare skin sent some strange sensations through me which seemed to end in my groin. I tried to cover the bulge in my bloomers with my hands, but I didn't think I was too successful, as I caught Mrs. Wallace grinning at me.

About an hour from our journey's end a police car drove alongside us and then switched on its lights, indicating that we should pull over. When we stopped a tall officer, solidly built and around 40, climbed out and walked up to our car. 'What the...' he said as he looked in and saw me. "Could you step out of the car, please ma'am?'

Mrs. Wallace did and they walked back over to his patrol car. I couldn't hear the words, but I guess she told him what had happened to us. When they came back he said nothing, apart from 'Follow me.' We drove after him for a few hundred yards up the road then onto a track which led into a clearing that couldn't be seen from the road.

'What are we going to do?' I asked.

'Whatever he wants,' she answered with a smile, 'But don't worry, I think it's going to be fine.'

When we stopped he walked over. 'Get out of the car, please, both of you.' He looked at us as we stood side by side. 'You are a strange pair.' He looked at Mrs. Wallace, 'You are a stunning lady.' She nodded her head and smiled. 'And you girly-boy,' he looked at me, 'what a pretty thing you are.'

I decided to play along. 'Thank you,' I said in a breathless, little-girl voice.

'Now ma'am, I'm going to ask you to do something, and if you say no, we'll all get in our cars and go our own ways.'

'What do you want Officer?' asked Mrs. Wallace.

'Well, those tits of yours look amazing. Could I see 'em, please?

Mrs. Wallace smiled, 'Of course you can.' With that she undid the buttons on the top half of her dress, revealing an enormous white bra. She slipped the dress off her shoulders, but the elastic in the waist prevented it from falling to the ground. She reached around and unhooked the bra, drew it off and dropped it . Then she pulled the dress back on, but left the buttons undone. Without the support of the bra her breasts sagged down. Her nipples were large and dark, and by the way they jutted out I could tell she was excited by all this. 'How's that?' she said with a smile.

'As I said, amazing.' He was standing on the other side of the car, looking at her over the hood. 'Could you walk around here, please?'

'Certainly,' she said, and as she moved her breasts swayed and jiggled. When she was opposite him she lifted the massive tits in each hand and said, 'Would you like to touch them?'

He could only nod as he reached out to take their weight. He ran his fingers over the nipples and gently squeezed them. Mrs. Wallace closed her eyes and sighed. Then he stopped. "Thank you very much, ma'am, but I'd better stop before I get too carried away.'

'That's alright, officer. I'd be happy to offer you some relief. Judging by the bulge in those trousers you could use it.'

'I sure could, but you've been so kind already I'd hate to put you to any more trouble.'

'Oh, it's no trouble,' she said as she reached down, unzipped him, then drew out a large, thick dick.

All the time I'd been watching this performance my own cock had been getting harder and harder. Now it was noticed by the officer. 'Your girly-boy seems to be excited by all this. What would you like to do about it?'

'What would you suggest?' she replied, gently stroking his cock as she spoke.

'Well, perhaps he could join us. How does that sound?'

'Sounds good to me. Come over here Danielle,' she called giving me the feminine version of my name. I walked over with my dick tenting out the front of the bloomers. The officer and I stood on each side of her. She smiled, 'I think we need to mover over into the trees for the next bit,' she said.

Mrs. Wallace led us towards the trees some yards ahead. Just inside the forest was a clearing with a wooden picnic table. 'This will be perfect,' she said as she walked over to the table and turned with her back towards it. Reaching down she undid the remaining buttons on her dress and held it open for us. In spite of a small roundness to her tummy, she was in pretty good shape with just a few grey hairs in her nicely trimmed bush. 'Does this look okay?' she said, although looking at our groins she must have known the answer.

'Very nice indeed, ma'am,' said the patrolman. 'Might I have a closer look?

'Be my guest,' she said as she sat on the edge of the table, leaned back a little and thrust her groin towards him. He moved forward and knelt in front of her, burying his face between her legs. I couldn't see exactly what his tongue was doing, but it must have been working overtime on her slit as she closed her eyes and began to breathe deeply. As the Officer continued his work, Mrs. Wallace's breathing became more ragged, her eyes closed and small noises were coming from her mouth. Suddenly, she leaned back and gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles showed white, then her whole body shuddered as she came. Mrs. Wallace seemed almost to collapse back onto the table with her legs dangling over the edge.

After a moment she opened her eyes, 'That was wonderful, Officer. I should like it very much if you would replace your tongue with that large piece of meat you have between your legs.'

The patrolman stood up and smiled. 'It would be my pleasure, ma'am,' he said. As he spoke he undid his trousers and they dropped to the ground at his feet. He moved toward Mrs. Wallace, placed a hand on each of her hips and drove his cock into her moist slit. As he started to thrust in and out she turned her head and looked at me. 'Danielle, climb up on the table and stand with one leg either side of me.' I did as she asked. 'Good, now I want you to take out your cock and start playing with yourself.' I reached into the bloomers, drew out a very firm dick and began stroking it slowly. 'That's excellent, just what I require.'

This continued for some time, I'm not sure how long as time was hard to measure under those circumstances. Gradually, the pressure in my dick began to build, helped by the shuddering of Mrs. Wallace's body indicating the orgasms she was experiencing. 'Mrs. Wallace,' I said, ' I'm going to cum.'

'Me, too,' gasped the patrolman.

'That's lovely, dears,' she sighed, 'and I'd like you both to do it on my breasts and tummy, please.' Almost as she spoke I lost control and squirted cum onto those gorgeous tits as she held them for me. At the same time the patrolman pulled out his dick and let go over her stomach and breasts.

While I pulled the bloomers over my tired cock and climbed off the table, he pulled up his pants. Mrs. Wallace was in no such hurry to cover up. She stood with cum trickling down her body and a big grin on her face, making no effort to button her dress which still hung open. Then taking us each by the hand we walked slowly back towards the cars.

Boys that was lovely,' she said, 'thank you very much.'

'Our pleasure,' grinned the patrolman. Then he looked at me, 'You should keep wearing those clothes, Danielle. You look good in them and I bet they feel real good, too.' I nodded. 'Well,' he said, 'I'd best be on my way.'

'Just a minute, Officer.' Mrs. Wallace walked over to where she had dropped the bra on the ground, picked it up and handed it to the policeman. It was sure fun watching those tits move. She walked back and handed the bra to him, 'Here you are Officer, a souvenir of a pleasant day.'

He took the bra and smiled, 'Thank you very much ma'am.' With that he leaned over and kissed her. 'As always,' he said, 'it's been a pleasure.' Then he walked over to his car, climbed in and drove off.

I stood there with my mouth open. 'Don't look so stunned,' she laughed. 'You don't think these things just happen, do you?' Fred and I meet up from time to time and play our little games. When you lost your clothes and seemed to enjoy wearing mine I thought you might like to join in.' She paused, 'I wasn't wrong, was I, Danielle?'

I shook my head and smiled.

Mrs. Wallace used some tissues to clean herself, then she did up the buttons on her dress. 'Well, we'd best be getting home.' she said. Even with her dress fastened it was still fun watching those tits moving around, especially without the confines of a bra..

When we were on the road again she smiled at me. 'Did you enjoy that Danielle?'

'Yes,' I replied. Then I decided to be bold, 'The patrolman was right, your breasts are amazing.'

She laughed. 'Why thank you very much. Do those clothes feel good?'

'Yeah, they do.' I smiled.

'Would you like to keep wearing them?'

'What do you mean? Won't things go back to normal when we get to your house?'

'Well, not necessarily. You still don't have any clothes. I live in an isolated spot. There's plenty of privacy so you can wear what you like. I've got plenty of things you can use. That is, if you don't mind wearing old lady clothes.'

'No, these are great, and you're not an old lady.'

She laughed, 'Well what happened today certainly makes me feel younger. Who knows? Perhaps we'll do some more over the summer.'

'That would be lovely,' I replied in my best girly voice.



Blooming



Winter break from college was boring me. I had a job, but it was only on weekends, and I had friends, but they were still in school. It mostly consisted of sitting on the couch, eating and watching T.V. And sleeping; I can't forget to mention sleeping. However I didn't sleep well. I would lay in bed for hours before finally drifting off and usually the best I could do were short three hour naps with an hour or so break in between each round.

On one such night, I was laying in bed shifting from side to side trying to find a comfortable position. I looked at the time on my phone and it said 1:00AM. Remembering that I had gone to bed at eleven, I groaned in frustration and stretched my body, my legs moving somewhat of their own accord and when my body went limp, I was in an almost spread-eagle position. I stayed like that, too lazy to move.

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing and relaxing, but I became strangely aware of a cool sensation between my legs. I had worn only my shirt from the previous day and panties to bed that night, as most nights, and I had the fan on because my room gets very hot in the winter when the heat is turned up. I could feel the cool air lightly caressing my panties and seeping through to brush my pussy. I grew...interested at this discovery and instead of worrying about my loss of sleep, I began to devote my attention to the new, barely-there sensations.

I started to lose them, my body getting used to this new tease, and I spread my legs wider, feeling my outer lips open further. The sensations came back, a bit stronger than before. I smiled to myself, realizing what was going to inevitably happen: I was going to masturbate. If only that word held any actual meaning to me. I had never had an orgasm before. Touching myself only ever led to more frustration afterward from feeling myself get close but achieve nothing. *The problem is* I thought to myself *I never learn.*

Feeling my fingers trailing down my stomach to my black panties, my heart began to beat a little faster, already anticipating what was to come. When they got there, my fingers stopped at the elastic, almost as if they had minds of their own and were wondering the same as I whether or not it was worth the trouble. I let out a sigh of frustration and willed them further, over the fabric, just to trail my middle finger along the slit, testing the situation at hand (if you will excuse the pun).

My panties were warm and slightly damp already, encouraging me to go from a feathery touch to pushing the cloth slightly into my folds, feeling them hug the tip of my finger. Bringing my finger back up along its path, I felt my soft clit poke against me, almost begging for attention. I encircled it lazily for a minute, still trying to arouse myself enough to forgo my outerwear. Until that point, I had still been in a state of half indecision as to how far I would go before I gave up and went to sleep. Sighing again, I pushed myself, in some ways unwillingly, to bring my hand back up to the band and slide underneath.

With nothing between them I felt for the first time the overwhelming heat radiating from my pussy. I took a deep breath and with the tip of my forefinger, lightly touched my clit. It was very dry and sensitive, and the friction, while electrifying, was slightly uncomfortable. I tensed and my eyes widened, the feeling was so brief and intense. I relaxed, licking my lips and trying to even my breath, which was now growing heavy and quick. I moved my finger lower along my dry, sensitive folds until I felt the hot, wet dip of my hole. I circled it and let out soft, low moan. 

My juices lubricated my finger, making its touch bearable and I brought it back up to my clit. I closed my eyes and spread my juice all over it from base to tip, constantly circling. Once finished with that wonderful chore, I gave it a push. I gasped and my entire body jerked. I forgot to breathe for a moment and smiled when I realized how wonderful that feeling just was. I pushed again, harder, and with the same result.

Again and again I did this, each time convulsing with pleasure. Moans and sighs would escape my throat with the occasional strangled squeal. I did my best to keep quiet as not to wake anyone, but it was becoming very difficult. My body grew tired and I went back to just circling my clit, giving myself time to catch my breath

When my breathing began to slow again, I thought about my hole, hot and wet, waiting instinctively for the warm, hard cock of a man. I did not have one at my disposal at the time, so I settled for one of my fingers instead. I slipped my index finger inside and discovered the exact extent of my arousal. My cunt was completely soaked with my juices and began trying to squeeze my finger, to draw it further into its depths. I tried to move my hand, but my panties were preventing that, so I removed my finger long enough to take off my panties. The exposure to the cool air against my pussy created a much more erotic atmosphere and I began to finally go into a more sensual mode of thought, stretching out on my bed, arms above my head, back arching, and legs briefly drawn in.

After writhing in my new state of sexuality, I bent my knees and spread my legs even further than before. That position in itself felt amazing and my pussy flexed at the freedom it provided. With renewed vigor, my hand went back to my pussy and this time, I inserted two of my fingers. The fit was much for fulfilling and curving my fingers and pushing my hand against my now throbbing pussy, I began to finger-fuck myself.

What happened next can only be described as possession. It was as though the primitive, sexual desire that drives humans just burst out of me. My hips began to buck into my hand, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed and a guttural moan escaped my lips in time with the instinctive rhythm building in my hips. At times I would lift my ass right off the bed and push my fingers in as deep as they would go. They would rub against something; the G-spot or not, I wasn't sure, but just the feeling of my finger tips pushing against it was remarkable. I was sweating, whimpering, squirming in my ecstasy. I was no longer thinking about what I was doing and just focused on doing.

I then put in a third finger, gasping at the stretch and started fucking myself faster. I tried a fourth, but it was just too tight and couldn't fit. I was disheartened, but quickly disregarded it after I went back to just the three. My clit was pulsating so I brought my hand back to it. I started rubbing it violently, gritting my teeth and stifling my screams.

My pussy was starting to drip by now, my juices dripping down my ass. My arm was getting tired as well as my legs, my muscles working overtime to keep my hips rocking. I was breathing heavily and proclaiming my rapture aloud, "Oh god oh god oh god yes please please oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhh!" My entire body tensed and my pussy squeezed, but there wasn't an explosion, I didn't see stars, shudders didn't rake through my body.

I did forget to breath. I didn't think. I felt a rush; almost like my entire body just breathed a sigh of relief. The next thing I remember was collapsing back down on the bed and feeling my juices flowing freely down my ass unlike they ad before. As best I can imagine, the look on my face was complete shock. *Was...that...what...I think it just was?*

I was panting for air, my body weak and shaking. I got out of bed and almost fell when I put weight on my legs. I had to hold on to a chair nearby to steady myself. I walked in a daze down the hall to the bathroom. As I washed my hands I felt a small drop of my juice drip down my leg and I began to doubt somewhat whether or not I had actually had an orgasm. I had learned by then that how pleasure is described is not how it actually feels. The words used just look good on paper, but it was so consistent with the talk of an orgasm

It occurred to me that I might have a slight problem. I quietly went back to my room, turned on the light and threw back the covers. Sure enough, the proof of my orgasm was all over the covers. There was nothing I could do, so I just went to bed, hoping I could get it out the next morning. Sadly, I couldn't. A perfectly wonderful night ruined a perfectly good set of linens.