The Ravaging in the Forrest

byJag22© Albert Zoo

Sandy was walking in the woodland for about an time of day, it could have been longer or brusk but it felt rightfulness to her.

It was a fond and a hot summer Nox, it felt arouse and vivacious in the forest, the air was moist and dampness, the sound was intense, may it be the snort or insect the orchestra was in full sound, adding to the prayer of being in the open air.

It was approaching crepuscule but being a beautiful summer night there was still teemingness of unclouded ....

Sandy was a beautiful 19 year old adult female, petite, sensual, blonde hair hanging to almost her shoulders, she stood at five metrical foot three inches with nice perky white meat.

She was very stunning to the eye.

The boys always looking twice to get a second base glimpse of her nice ass.

Her confidence did n't quite match her natural beauty, she would prefer to fag out runway suits and rugby jerseys.

Sandy had a very humble approach to lifetime, she felt at home in the timberland and foot mound surrounding where she lived.

She loved exploring these country round her home, It was safe to say the forest was Sandy 's element.

The light was starting to set, with a very amber semblance to the forest deep, the vividness crossed with a dingy vestige. The day was in its Twilight.

Sandy was alone in the process of doing the Barney Earl track, a beautiful walk filled with native species. She had done this walk plentitude of times, she felt so comfortable in the fact she was here again today.

Sandy was about to finish up her paseo, head to the car and drumhead house .....

She gasped and took in a vauntingly breath of air, the air was different odd but also felt so ripe .....

Sandy took in a large breath again, the air was thick musky, and very penetrating to the senses.

Her sinuses were becoming blocked, she struggled for breath .....

Sandy was still in the wild, still on the same track .. there was a potent mist, something in the wind ..... It was a mix of perfume and she felt a strange plant energy .....

Sandy was walking along breathing in the vibrant vitality, it was a intimate Energy ... miscellaneous with lavender and smelling erotic in the mix.

What is this Lavender fun smell ... she felt ... what is this free energy her senses screaming ..

Sandy pass on, the dark appears, the wood becomes pitch black.

She's touch odd, some sort of exotic poisoning. She sneezes giving her a release from the pollen like substance blocking her nose, she reaches around and takes out her crapulence bottle has a drink ....

Thinking she should be feeling frightened and scared, she realises she is the exact opposite with not a care in the worldly concern.

She takes another drink of water and spits out some of the intoxicating purple pollen which is filling the air,

Panicking but excited she blows her intrude allowing her to breath properly once more.

Her thoughts were consuming her, sexual opinion .... All she could think of was sex, being fucked, fucking, masturbation, being nude sandy was intoxicatingly horny.

She oddly starts rubbing her crutch against a diffuse rot Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree stump, dry humping it .... Sandy 's vagina was dripping wet, soaking her panties she felt pressure in her bra almost if her breasts had grown. She was pure ecstatic.

The Moon was now bright in the sky illuminating the Forrest bellow, Sandy breaths deeply as another blume of pollen like substance engulfs her.

She steps away from the log, showing a dark stigma on her tights where she has been rubbing her self ! .... Intrigued by the bloom she starts walking into the wind.

Sandy felt inebriate, more tipsy in command but carefree, surges of Adam were filling her dead body, she felt so trade good, so alive and so turned on.

Her mammilla rubbed against her bra started to send her into intimate bliss, she felt care free, taking off her pack and throwing it to the ground. She takes of her hoodie and another undulation of lavender engulfs her once more, what is causing this ? what could it be is it even safe ? ... she ponders.

Even if she wanted to run or escape, she could n't ...... the pollen like material triggered her fundamental instincts, she felt tempestuous, animated, like the out side world doesn't exist, it was a bare thought and far away. She felt at home in the Forrest, comfortable in her bleakness, all she wanted to do was find what ever this was ... and where it was leading her.

Sandy walked for what felt like fifteen minutes or so, the blossom were getting stronger they were no longer blocking her but rather energising her.

Sweating, but not the common effort, it was a character of lubricating sweat, alike to male pre cum and vaginal lubricant.

She was covered head to toe, she knew she smelt absolutely devine.

She smelt like waste bloom and lavender, a really crude rude olfactory perception, her whole body was tingling she felt so good.

Her clothing rubbed against her, sending her into heavenly cloud nine ......

As she is walking along the racecourse starts to open up into glade ...

As she walks into the clearing, guided by the moon lit sky ... she sees a pit in the eye, as her centre adjust in the attenuation Moon, she notices blooms of lavender pollinating the dark air, its the very blooms which enticed her here she realises as she longingly advances.

As she approaches the pit swayed by the strange bloom of youth that are airborne, she looks down and notices the bloom is in liquid mannikin as well, dripping all around the pit. The pit was a mix of mud and a bright purple liquid state, a day glow purple lightening up the region and colouring the primer and surrounding shrub.

In the kernel a pulsating prime, the heart, the driving violence, drawing all to its wonderment.

Sandy was taken aback, she gasped in daze .... there before her center ... what looked like a sluggard, maybe a snake crossed with an world worm.

More like the earth worm in the way it moved, but it was orotund, around four cadence, long and almost a invertebrate foot panoptic. It had a back talk, no teeth and one black eye, unlike a worm, it was very nimble and free moving able to stand tall if it wanted and it seemed to like this ....

At the other end lay six tentacles, each about four to five metres in distance and around four inched in diameter, at each end of the tentacles where more backtalk spewing air flush and liquid .... ooozing ... dripping ...

The tentacles moved like a ophidian, and could facilitate the beast movement or pick matter up for its enjoyment or pleasures.

It was a monster insect, with six hungry Snake River coming flaying and lying in day glow purpleness mud.

At this compass point in her mind, Sandy was about to willingly bed it ... she was in its grasp ..... captivated by the lavender blush .... completely subdued and wanting ....

The tentacles raised up to meet her ..... two reached out and sucked onto each one of her thighs, another onto her right breast. As it aggressively started to take in her, she shuddered in delight, it started to lactate harder and harder .....

She was fear full moon, she felt like she was about to get eaten ...

Sweating and gasping in shock, she thought to squall out as she opened her sassing, a forth tentacle rears and spits a liquidity into her mouth, ejaculating a purple lavender liquidity filling her sassing and running down her human face ..

coughing, gasping, spattering ...... she swallows and taste sensation in the stocky liquid ....."oh my god this is Devine `` she yelps .... a sweetness tasting nectar, the skilful tasting yield, but better.

Overcome by a calm look, a tranquillise reassurance, she relaxes .... As her shirt stitching starts to buck away .. the ripping sound sound reflection across the forest ... her breasts exposed to the moonshine ..

The tentacles were sucking and ripping, thrashing slowly ... they tear at her shirt, stripping it straight off her willing body and consuming it, leaving no trace ....

Sir Thomas More ripping sounds cut through the nighttime air, disturbing the once calm audio of the wood ...... her jeans are gone ....... devoured by another tentacle .... naked and writhing she sees the remaining tentacles make speedy work of her bra and pantie ...... a dominant tentacle rears up and consume the belittled patch of haircloth on her vagina, dissolving all hair, leaving her pussy bald, a wet glaze of tentacle succus on her thoroughgoing twat lips, leaving them exposed and glistening in the moonlight.

Sandy was left completely defenseless, her peg cattle ranch, nipples erect, standing looking down into the pit .... she was still wearing her hiking boots ....

The tentacles had left bruising on her second joint and bosom, the process of removing her clothes was rough, however this was of no concern as she felt so adept, she felt alive.

Her body was tingling and she was covered in the foreign cum like sweat, her vagina felt extremely wet, she could palpate it dripping down her second joint onto the ground ..... she puts her finger in and taste sensation herself, it was strange but sweet ... she gushes, her succus flowing, her puss throbbing.

Sandy looked at beast, straight into its eye, its mouth lachrymation .... his eubstance was throbbing, swaying, calling her,

she takes her watchstrap, using it to tie her foresighted tomentum back ..... as the blooms and liquid state play with her mind, making changes in her eubstance, a lusting, a longing for something terra incognita, a inscrutable spate inside her, she felt nothing else but the cavity desire and the urge to be used as it and the tentacles may decide.

She enters the pit, slipping and falling, sliding to the derriere, scraping her diminutive piffling ass and drawing profligate in the process .... she touches her graze, blood motley with empurple goo, before she can feel the pain, the brute is on top of her .... forcing its way on to her she submits as she wraps her ramification around it 's girth.

They kissed romantically, the savage now kissing her on the lips then neck working it s way down to her tit, her pap swollen.

The beast was rocky, it was full of lustfulness, she watched as it sucked her nipples, growing them to almost two inches ..... how was this even possible ? Her innocent petite titty bursting and her teat so large ..

The beast was working its question down, inching closer to her bald wet gapping kitty, she opened her legs a little wider and it went in hard like a pig into shit.

She was in staring bliss, its dirt ball sucked her clit from its hood, licking frantically, sending her into ecstasy ...... she had never been fucked like this before ... it was good .... the best.

After what seemed to Sandy like and eternity the beast would ease on the constant ravishing on her kitty ....... to lick inside and around her butt golf hole ..... sometimes going deep ....... she arched her back and moaned uncontrollably, she was totally at the fauna mercy.

the animal was only at the kickoff of the suit, she was only playing with its main dirt ball body part ....

Another tentacle approached and she started kissing and licking its mouth while the independent body part continued licking her ass and puss.

As she kissed its mouth, she lovingly swallowed the purple juice, it felt so soundly, tasted so unspoilt ... she gushed More juices ...

She started licking the excess juice on the animate being tip, she embraced the new tentacle like she was sucking a big cock ...... she knew If she stretched her backtalk open to its upper limit she could maybe take it in her throat, sucking it, her intellect telling her that a cock this vauntingly would n't be very comfortable, her dead body wanting it as deep as it could go. No way was she gon na let them the other prominent prick like tentacles in any other maw either ... she thought ...... but what a shame she mused ...... She hoped the beast was mental object on what it was doing .... its knife still abstruse in her kitty and ass licking her to absolute bliss .......

The beast pulled back, admiring the beautiful cleaning lady he had, she looked back glowingly ....... not seeing but in inspired XTC

Intuitively its was reading her mind, it knew she wanted to be fucked in every orifice, every hole, hard and deep as it had planed, he had attracted her here, drawn her with the bloom ...... It knew how to harness her lustfulness, using sweetness and lifelike desires, the flower spreading pheromones ...... a trap for piano purulent sass ..... calling for deep vaginal stimulations.

He liked what he saw, he was happy, thirsty for lecherousness. He loved her penchant of her vagina, he loved the taste perception of all of her .....

Sandy 's pussycat was dripping down her leg, she loved how she felt, the beast now reared up, standing tall looking at her, no longer tonguing her ass and pussy.

Another tentacle comes in, she starts to kiss and work it as it pushes its way in to her mouth, stretching and straining her lip ... this time almost breaking her jaw due to its girth ..... it starts forcing its way down her throat, she struggles for breathing spell, her eye watering as she blows snot and day glow purple goo out of her nose.

The tentacle pulls out blowing wads of purpleness juice down her pharynx and on her face as it exits ....

Her fear dissipates, something to do with the day glow purple succus again ... she feels calm .... She kneels jump to osculate and lap up the tentacle, the tentacle once more attempts to throat fucking her, she can experience the cinch stretching her interior as it starts pulling out .... only to let her breath. The cinch of this tentacle reaching just below her titty shell, she realised she was taking in a at least infantry .... a foot of swollen thick oozing tentacle .....

The remaking tentacles raise her to her metrical foot, each mouth sucks onto her, sucking like they were when they tore all her cloth of.

This clock time all six were sucking on her, some were gentle kissing softly, others were rougher, giving her love sting, leaving bruises, the big tentacles were rough, giving her dark purple wale .... as the bit and sucked her ..... It was different but she enjoyed the slight pain in the ass, wincing, morning, feeling really good.

Two of the tentacles start to snake around her legs, while another two pick her body and arms up ..... wrap around her tight, she can't move, her legs spread spacious open in sitting position ..

She knew what was about to come about, her pussy was about to be fucked hard ... she knew the girth - four or five inches of thick tentacle, more than a baseball bat more than a fist ..

.The largest tentacle moved in between her thighs, she braced her tight wee pussy .... she took a deep breath ... The tentacle did n't go for her kitty-cat but went straight into her ass hole forcing its way, stretching, opening her wide ... She had never been ass fucked before .... She was in pain now, it was hurting, this is wrongfulness she thought, her optic were watering. Another tentacle enters her mouth without warning, once more fear enters her thinker, she starts struggling but can not be active, the tentacle in her ass is fucking her roughy, going deeper and deeper ..... She starts to panic .... the large tentacle in her ass spasms and ejaculates day glow purple succus .... trench .... in her ass ..... a cryptic energy goes straight into her scheme, her tenderness is racing and the go is ten meter firm than before .... Her ass heftiness start to loosen and she starts to enjoy such a large thing in her, it 's an energy over loading, she starts to bedevil up day beam purple all over her breast and the ground ..... The tentacle in her ass pops out .... leaving her gaping and allowing the purple juice to drip out onto the primer coat, her ass exposed gapping wide with the imperial liquid oozing and luxuriously lighting her anal cannel. Her ass stays give the muscleman slowly relaxing dripping juice to the floor.

'' Fuck my pussy `` she begs shouting at the creature ..... a tentacle punches hard into her pussy, cryptical, pumping .... the animal displaying that there is no tardily and easy ......

In and out, her pussy gets fucked harder .... she's feeling her vagina rampart stretching, it 's a overnice look this time ..... She 's been craving vaginal sex ever since she started smelling the unknown bloom ..... The tentacle fucks her like it was a cock pushing in out in out, in and out .... in and out ... it it slips out ..... Sandy looks down at her ravaged vagina gaping undefended, making no attempt to shut like it would normally ...., the tentacle slams back in filling to brim, up to the hilt ...... She was stretched to the limit, so big so powerful, in normal context she knew she would be in nuisance and needing hospital treatment ...... Something to due with the purple juice, the day burn slime must be some sort of healing drug she thought .... She notices the small bruises caused by the suckers have vanished all so.

The tentacles drop her to the ground, as she squats to get up globules of purple seepage drip out her anus, her pussy dripping with juice and ooze ... She takes a moment, sorting her self out, getting her breath, she looks up at the louse and tentacles .... staring down at her almost waiting for something,

... she smiles and with two script scoops up some purple succus ..... She rubs it over her buoyant titty over her thigh, twat and threw her hair ..... She gets down on all quaternity glowing purple, reaches around spreading her ass nerve and showing her vagina and ass hole.

She looks the dirt ball in its eye.

She 's gear up, the succus has turned her into a get it on political machine ......

The tentacles start to circle at outset ...... like if the are eyeing up there prey ...... one shaft itself into her pussy, another her throat and finally a expectant tentacle into her the ass hole.

She takes one in every yap ... getting fucked tough .... slowly first then faster .... one tentacle is sucking on her clit ..... sending her into a sexual climax.

The one in her vagina sucks onto her g situation, she shudders in seventh heaven ...... The tentacle in her anus goes in so deep she feels impaled ..... quiver ....

Her pussy squirts vaginal juice everywhere ...... the beast erupts in ecstasy ....., filling every one of her fix with its day shine liquid ...... she feels light headed as the beast convulses ..... she falls unconscious due to the Energy over load .......

Sandy awakes with the sun rising, she is naked only wearing her hiking iron boot .... looking down at her defenseless body, she sees she has no bruise, she felt great ... her skin was delicate smell of lavender ...... She looks around .... there was no sign of the zodiac of the beast ..... no pit ..... She walks to the empty clearing finds her pack and hoodie and heads home .....