The ravaging in the Forrest

byJag22© Albert Zoo

Sandy was walking in the forest for about an hour, it could experience been longer or shorter but it felt justly to her.

It was a warm and a hot summer Night, it felt energised and vibrant in the forest, the air was moist and moistness, the sound was intense, may it be the bird or insect the orchestra was in to the full phone, adding to the entreaty of being in the outdoors.

It was approaching dusk but being a beautiful summer night there was still copiousness of light ....

Sandy was a beautiful 19 year old woman, petite, sensual, blonde whisker hanging to almost her articulatio humeri, she stood at five animal foot three inches with decent perky breasts.

She was very stunning to the eye.

The boy always looking twice to get a indorse coup d'oeil of her nice ass.

Her confidence did n't quite tally her lifelike beauty, she would choose to wear track causa and rugby jerseys.

Sandy had a very humble approach to life, she felt at rest home in the timber and foot hills surrounding where she lived.

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

The light was starting to set, with a very amber people of color to the forest deep, the colours crossed with a dark darkness. The day was in its Twilight.

Sandy was alone in the appendage of doing the Barney Earl runway, a beautiful walk filled with native species. She had done this walk batch of multiplication, she felt so comfortable in the fact she was here again today.

Sandy was about to finish up her walk, head to the car and headspring family .....

She gasped and took in a boastfully hint of air, the air was different odd but also felt so right .....

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

Her venous sinus were becoming blocked, she struggled for breather .....

Sandy was still in the wilderness, still on the Saame track .. there was a strong mist, something in the wind ..... It was a mix of perfume and she felt a strange plant free energy .....

Sandy was walking along breathing in the vibrant vigor, it was a sexual vigor ... miscellaneous with lavender and smelling erotic in the mix.

What is this Lavender fun tone ... she felt ... what is this push her senses screaming ..

Sandy walks on, the night appears, the woods becomes pitch fatal.

She's tactual sensation odd, some kind of exotic poisoning. She sneezes giving her a release from the pollen like nub blocking her nose, she reaches around and takes out her drink 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 human beings.

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

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

Her cerebration were consuming her, sexual thoughts .... 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 piano rotting Tree stump, dry humping it .... Sandy 's vagina was dripping wet, soaking her scanty she felt pressure level in her bra almost if her breasts had grown. She was double-dyed ecstatic.

The moon was now bright in the sky illuminating the Forrest Saul Bellow, Sandy breaths deeply as another blume of pollen like pith engulfs her.

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

Sandy felt drunk, more tipsy in control but carefree, surges of ecstasy were filling her dead body, she felt so in force, so animated and so horny.

Her nipples rubbed against her bra started to send her into sexual bliss, she felt maintenance resign, taking off her gang and throwing it to the ground. She takes of her hoodie and another wave 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 hooey triggered her central instinct, she felt wild, active, like the out slope world doesn't exist, it was a mere thought and far away. She felt at home in the Forrest, comfortable in her bareness, 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 peak were getting strong they were no longer blocking her but rather energising her.

Sweating, but not the usual sweat, it was a eccentric of lubricating exertion, similar to male pre cum and vaginal lube.

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

She smelt like wild flowers and lavender, a real vulgar raw smell, her all body was tingling she felt so good.

Her habiliment rubbed against her, sending her into heavenly walking on air ......

As she is walking along the caterpillar track starts to open up into clearing ...

As she walks into the glade, guided by the synodic month lit sky ... she sees a pit in the centre, as her eyes adjust in the fading moonshine, she notices salad days of lavender pollinating the night air, its the very heyday which enticed her here she realises as she longingly advances.

As she approaches the pit swayed by the strange bloom that are airborne, she looks down and notices the prime is in liquid form as well, dripping all around the pit. The pit was a mix of mud and a shining purpleness liquid, a day radiate purple lightening up the country and colouring the ground and surrounding shrub.

In the centre a pulsating efflorescence, the heart, the driving force, drawing all to its wonderment.

Sandy was taken aback, she gasped in shock .... there before her centre ... what looked like a bullet, maybe a snake crossed with an earth worm.

More like the earth louse in the way it moved, but it was large, around four cadence, long and almost a substructure wide. It had a mouth, no teeth and one fatal eye, unlike a louse, it was very nimble and loose moving able to tolerate tall if it wanted and it seemed to care this ....

At the other end lay six tentacles, each about four to five beat in duration and around four inched in diam, at each end of the tentacles where more mouth spewing air rosiness and liquidity .... ooozing ... dripping ...

The tentacles moved like a snake, and could help oneself the fauna move or cream things up for its enjoyment or pleasures.

It was a giant star worm, with six thirsty snakes coming flaying and lying in day radiate purpleness mud.

At this point in her psyche, Sandy was about to willingly make love it ... she was in its clutches ..... captivated by the lavender bloom .... completely subdued and wanting ....

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

She was fearfulness entire, she felt like she was about to get eaten ...

Sweating and gasping in shock, she thought to scream out as she opened her lip, a forth tentacle rears and spits a liquid into her sassing, ejaculating a purple lavender liquid filling her backtalk and running down her boldness ..

cough, gasping, spattering ...... she swallows and appreciation in the wooden-headed liquidness ....."oh my god this is Devine `` she yelps .... a confection degustation ambrosia, the best savouring fruit, but good.

Overcome by a calm feeling, a calm reassurance, she relaxes .... As her shirt stitching starts to tear away .. the ripping phone echoes across the woods ... her breasts exposed to the moonlight ..

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 ghost ....

Thomas More ripping auditory sensation cut through the night air, disturbing the once calm sounds of the woods ...... her jeans are gone ....... devoured by another tentacle .... naked and writhing she sees the remaining tentacles make quick work of her bra and panties ...... a predominant tentacle rears up and consumes the pocket-sized eyepatch of hair's-breadth on her vagina, dissolving all hair, leaving her kitty-cat bald, a wet glaze of tentacle juice on her staring puss lips, leaving them exposed and glistening in the moonlight.

Sandy was left completely defenseless, her legs scatter, pap erect, standing looking down into the pit .... she was still wearing her hiking boots ....

The tentacles had left bruising on her thighs and breast, the process of removing her clothes was rough, however this was of no concern as she felt so good, she felt alive.

Her eubstance was tingling and she was covered in the strange cum like travail, her vagina felt extremely wet, she could experience it dripping down her thigh onto the ground ..... she puts her finger's breadth in and tastes herself, it was foreign but sweet ... she gushes, her succus flow, her pussy throbbing.

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

she takes her bracelet, using it to tie her hanker pilus back ..... as the blooms and liquid shimmer with her judgment, making alteration in her organic structure, a lusting, a yearning for something strange, a mysterious surge inside her, she felt nothing else but the pit desire and the urge to be used as it and the tentacles may decide.

She enters the pit, slipping and falling, sliding to the bottom, scraping her petite piffling ass and drawing blood in the process .... she touches her graze, blood mixed with purple goo, before she can feel the pain, the beast is on top of her .... forcing its way on to her she submits as she wraps her branch around it 's girth.

They kissed romantically, the creature now kissing her on the lips then neck working it s way down to her breasts, her teat swollen.

The savage was unsmooth, it was full of lust, she watched as it sucked her mammilla, growing them to almost two inches ..... how was this even possible ? Her innocent petite breasts bursting and her mamilla so tumid ..

The brute was working its heading down, inching closer to her bald wet gapping pussy, she opened her legs a small wider and it went in laborious like a pig into dump.

She was in saturated bliss, its worm sucked her clit from its strong-armer, licking frantically, sending her into transport ...... she had never been fucked like this before ... it was good .... the best.

After what seemed to Sandy like and eternity the beast would alleviate on the ceaseless ravishing on her kitty-cat ....... to lick interior and around her stooge hole ..... sometimes going mystifying ....... she arched her back and moaned uncontrollably, she was totally at the beasts mercy.

the savage was only at the starting time of the courting, she was only playing with its principal worm consistency part ....

Another tentacle approached and she started kissing and licking its sass while the main body part continued licking her ass and pussy.

As she kissed its mouth, she lovingly swallowed the purpleness juice, it felt so sound, tasted so good ... she gushed more than juices ...

She started licking the excess juice on the creature tip, she embraced the new tentacle like she was sucking a big cock ...... she knew If she stretched her rima oris open to its maximum she could maybe take it in her pharynx, sucking it, her brain telling her that a cock this enceinte would n't be very well-heeled, her body wanting it as deep as it could go. No way was she gon na let them the early large shaft like tentacles in any former hole either ... she thought ...... but what a shame she mused ...... She hoped the beast was content on what it was doing .... its tongue still deep in her pussy and ass licking her to absolute cloud nine .......

The fauna pulled back, admiring the beautiful women he had, she looked back glowingly ....... not seeing but in divine ecstasy

Intuitively its was reading her brain, it knew she wanted to be fucked in every orifice, every hole, intemperately and deep as it had planed, he had attracted her here, drawn her with the prime ...... It knew how to draw rein her lust, using fragrance and natural desires, the flower spreading pheromones ...... a lying in wait for soft pussy brim ..... calling for cryptical vaginal stimulations.

He liked what he saw, he was glad, athirst for lecherousness. He loved her taste of her vagina, he loved the taste of all of her .....

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

Another tentacle comes in, she starts to kiss and lap it as it pushes its way in to her mouth, stretching and straining her mouth ... this time almost breaking her jaw due to its girth ..... it starts forcing its way down her pharynx, she struggles for breath, her optic watering as she blows snot and day burn purple goo out of her nose.

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

Her awe dissipates, something to do with the day glow purple juice again ... she feels calm .... She kneels starts to kiss and drub the tentacle, the tentacle once more endeavor to throat fuck her, she can feel the cinch stretching her interior as it starts pulling out .... only to let her breath. The girth of this tentacle reaching just below her breast crustal plate, she realised she was taking in a at to the lowest degree infantry .... a metrical unit of swollen thick oozing tentacle .....

The remake tentacles raise her to her feet, each rima oris sucks onto her, sucking like they were when they tore all her cloths of.

This clock time all six were sucking on her, some were gentle kissing softly, others were rougher, giving her dear bites, leaving bruises, the larger tentacles were rough, giving her dark purpleness welts .... as the bit and sucked her ..... It was different but she enjoyed the rebuff pain, wincing, morning, feeling really good.

Two of the tentacles start to snake around her leg, while another two pick her body and arms up ..... wrapper around her tight, she can't motion, her legs spread wide unresolved in sitting position ..

She knew what was about to chance, her pussy was about to be fucked unvoiced ... she knew the girth - four or five inch of thick tentacle, Sir Thomas More than a baseball bat more than a fist ..

.The bombastic tentacle moved in between her thighs, she braced her stringent wee pussy .... she took a deep breath ... The tentacle did n't go for her snatch but went straight into her ass hole forcing its way, stretching, opening her all-encompassing ... She had never been ass fucked before .... She was in pain now, it was hurting, this is wrongly she thought, her center were watering. Another tentacle enters her mouth without warning, once more dread enters her mind, she starts struggling but can not move, the tentacle in her ass is fucking her roughy, going deeper and deeper ..... She starts to panic .... the declamatory tentacle in her ass spasm and ejaculates day freshness purple juice .... oceanic abyss .... in her ass ..... a deep free energy goes straight into her arrangement, her heart is racing and the transport is ten times substantial than before .... Her ass sinew start to relax and she starts to revel such a large thing in her, it 's an vim over load, she starts to project up day glow purple all over her titty and the ground ..... The tentacle in her ass pops out .... leaving her gaping and allowing the purple juice to drop out onto the ground, her ass exposed gapping panoptic with the purple liquid oozing and high lighting her anal cannel. Her ass stays afford the brawniness slowly relaxing dripping succus to the floor.

'' shtup my pussy `` she begs shouting at the beast ..... a tentacle punches hard into her slit, deep, pumping .... the animal displaying that there is no slow and easy ......

In and out, her pussy gets fucked harder .... she's feeling her vagina paries stretching, it 's a nice touch this metre ..... She 's been craving vaginal sex ever since she started smelling the strange bloom ..... The tentacle fucks her like it was a hammer pushing in out in out, in and out .... in and out ... it it slips out ..... Sandy looks down at her ravaged vagina gaping open, making no attempt to close up 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 herculean, in normal circumstances she knew she would be in painfulness and necessitate hospital treatment ...... Something to due with the purple succus, the day glow ooze must be some sort of healing drug she thought .... She notices the small-scale bruises caused by the suckers have vanished all so.

The tentacles drop her to the primer, as she squats to get up globules of regal gook drip out her anus, her pussy drip mold with succus and seepage ... She takes a consequence, sorting her self out, getting her breath, she looks up at the insect and tentacles .... staring down at her almost waiting for something,

... she smiles and with two workforce scoops up some empurple juice ..... She rubs it over her perky breasts over her second joint, pussy and threw her hair ..... She gets down on all fours glowing purple, reaches around spreading her ass face and showing her vagina and ass hole.

She looks the worm in its eye.

She 's ready, the juice has turned her into a lie with machine ......

The tentacles start to circulate at number 1 ...... like if the are eyeing up there prey ...... one slams itself into her pussycat, another her throat and finally a great tentacle into her the ass hole.

She takes one in every hole ... getting fucked hard .... slowly first then faster .... one tentacle is sucking on her button ..... sending her into a orgasm.

The one in her vagina suck onto her g spot, she shudders in bliss ...... The tentacle in her anus goes in so deep she feels impaled ..... shudders ....

Her pussy squirts vaginal succus everywhere ...... the animate being erupts in ecstasy ....., filling every one of her holes with its day burn liquidness ...... she feels light headed as the beast convulses ..... she falls unconscious mind due to the vigor over lading .......

Sandy awakes with the sun rising, she is bare only wearing her hiking kicking .... looking down at her raw body, she sees she has no bruises, she felt with child ... her skin was soft smelling of lavender ...... She looks around .... there was no sign of the beast ..... no pit ..... She walks to the evacuate clearing finds her pack and hoodie and head word house .....