The ravaging in the Forrest

byJag22© Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel Zoo

Sandy was walking in the woodland for about an hour, it could suffer been longer or unforesightful but it felt right to her.

It was a warm and a hot summertime night, it felt brace and vibrant in the forest, the air was moist and damp, the sound was intense, may it be the bird or insect the orchestra was in full sound, adding to the appeal of being in the outdoors.

It was approaching dusk but being a beautiful summer nighttime there was still teemingness of luminance ....

Sandy was a beautiful 19 year old womanhood, petite, sensual, blonde hair hanging to almost her shoulders, she stood at five foot three in with dainty perky breasts.

She was very stunning to the eye.

The boys always looking twice to get a second coup d'oeil of her dainty ass.

Her confidence did n't quite match her natural beauty, she would prefer to wear track suit of clothes and rugby island of Jersey.

Sandy had a very baseborn approach to sprightliness, she felt at plate in the forests and foot James Jerome Hill surrounding where she lived.

She loved exploring these areas round her home, It was condom to say the woodland was Sandy 's element.

The light was starting to set, with a very brownish-yellow colouration to the forest deep, the coloration crossed with a wickedness vestige. The day was in its Twilight.

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

Sandy was about to finish up up her walk, top dog to the car and head plate ... ..

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

Sandy took in a large breathing space again, the air was boneheaded musky, and very penetrating to the senses.

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

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

Sandy was walking along breathing in the vibrant Energy, it was a sexual get-up-and-go ... commix with lavender and smelling erotic in the mix.

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

Sandy walks on, the night appears, the timber becomes pitch black.

She's feeling odd, some kind of exotic poisoning. She sneezes giving her a release from the pollen like substance blocking her olfactory organ, she reaches around and takes out her drinkable bottle has a drink ....

Thinking she should be feeling panicky and scared, she realises she is the exact opposite with not a care in the world.

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

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

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

She oddly starts rubbing her crutch against a soft rotting tree diagram dais, dry humping it ... .Sandy 's vagina was dripping wet, soaking her pantie she felt pressure in her bra almost if her breasts had grown. She was pure ecstatic.

The lunar month was now bright in the sky illuminating the Forrest Solomon Bellow, Sandy breaths deeply as another blume of pollen like meat engulfs her.

She steps away from the log, showing a sinister discolouration on her tights where she has been rubbing her ego ! ... .Intrigued by the efflorescence she starts walking into the wind.

Sandy felt drunk, more tipsy in control but carefree, surges of ecstasy were filling her organic structure, she felt so honorable, so awake and so corneous.

Her nipples rubbed against her bra started to send her into sexual blissfulness, she felt aid destitute, taking off her pack 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 stuff triggered her aboriginal instincts, she felt wild, alive, like the out side reality doesn't exist, it was a mere thought process and far away. She felt at dwelling in the Forrest, well-to-do in her nakedness, all she wanted to do was regain what ever this was ... and where it was leading her.

Sandy walked for what felt like fifteen bit or so, the prime were getting hard they were no longer blocking her but rather energising her.

diaphoresis, but not the common sweat, it was a type of lubricating sweat, standardized to male pre cum and vaginal lubricator.

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

She smelt like wild flowers and lavender, a real down-to-earth natural smell, her unanimous body was tingling she felt so good.

Her clothing rubbed against her, sending her into celestial bliss ... ...

As she is walking along the rails starts to open up into clarification ...

As she walks into the clearing, guided by the moonlight lit sky ... she sees a pit in the centre, as her eyes adjust in the fading moonshine, she notices blooms of lavender pollinating the night air, its the very blush which enticed her here she realises as she longingly advances.

As she approaches the pit swayed by the unusual blooms that are airborne, she looks down and notices the bloom is in limpid form as well, dripping all around the pit. The pit was a mix of mud and a bright purple liquid state, a day gleam purpleness lightening up the sphere and colouring the ground and surrounding shrub.

In the nitty-gritty a pulsating bloom, the heart, the driving force, drawing all to its wonderment.

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

More like the Earth louse in the way it moved, but it was large, around four metre, long and almost a foot wide-cut. It had a mouth, no teeth and one black eye, unlike a insect, it was very nimble and free moving able to stand up tall if it wanted and it seemed to like this ....

At the former end lay six tentacles, each about four to five metres in duration and around four inched in diam, at each end of the tentacles where more sassing spewing air blooms and liquid ... .ooozing ... dripping ...

The tentacles moved like a snake, and could help the animate being move or pick things up for its delectation or pleasures.

It was a monster insect, with six thirsty snakes coming flaying and lying in day glow purple mud.

At this peak in her thinker, Sandy was about to willingly make love it ... she was in its clasp ... ..captivated by the lavender bloom of youth ... .completely subdued and wanting ....

The tentacles raised up to meet her ... ..two reached out and sucked onto each one of her second joint, another onto her flop breast. As it aggressively started to suck her, she shuddered in pleasure, it started to take up harder and harder ... ..

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

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

Coughing, gasping, spattering ... ... she swallows and tastes in the thick liquid ... .."oh my god this is Devine `` she yelps ... .a sweet tasting nectar, the best tasting fruit, but better.

Overcome by a calm feeling, a calm reassurance, she relaxes ... .As her shirt sewing starts to tear away..the ripping sound Echo across the wood ... her breasts exposed to the moonlight..

The tentacles were sucking and ripping, thrashing slowly ... they tear at her shirt, stripping it straight off her leave soundbox and consuming it, leaving no hint ....

Sir Thomas More ripping audio cut through the night air, disturbing the once calm phone of the forest ... ... her denim are gone ... ... .devoured by another tentacle ... .naked and writhing she sees the remaining tentacles make quick work of her bra and panties ... ... a prevailing tentacle rears up and consumes the belittled patch of hair on her vagina, dissolving all tomentum, leaving her kitty bald, a wet glaze of tentacle juice on her utter pussy lips, leaving them exposed and glistening in the moonlight.

Sandy was left completely naked, her legs counterpane, nipples erect, standing looking down into the pit ... .she was still wearing her hiking boots ....

The tentacles had left bruising on her thigh and knocker, the cognitive operation of removing her clothes was rough, however this was of no concern as she felt so ripe, she felt alive.

Her body was tingling and she was covered in the unusual cum like sweat, her vagina felt extremely wet, she could feel it dripping down her second joint onto the ground ... ..she puts her fingerbreadth in and tastes herself, it was foreign but sweet ... she gushes, her juices flow, her pussy throbbing.

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

she takes her watchstrap, using it to tie her long hair back ... ..as the blooms and liquid play with her mind, making modification in her consistency, a lusting, a yearning for something unsung, a deep rush inside her, she felt zero else but the stone 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 undersurface, scraping her petite little ass and drawing blood in the appendage .... she touches her graze, blood integrate with royal goo, before she can finger the pain, the beast is on top of her .... forcing its way on to her she submits as she wraps her legs around it 's girth.

They kissed romantically, the beast now kissing her on the lips then neck working it s way down to her bosom, her nipples swollen.

The animal was roughly, it was wide of lust, she watched as it sucked her nipples, growing them to almost two inch ... ..how was this even possible ? Her impeccant petite knocker bursting and her nipples so large..

The beast was working its head down, inching closer to her bald wet gapping pussy, she opened her legs a little wider and it went in intemperately like a pig into hoot.

She was in consummate bliss, its louse sucked her button from its hoodlum, 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 animate being would alleviate on the invariant ravishing on her puss ... ... .to lick inside and around her tush cakehole ... ..sometimes going deep ... ... .she arched her back and moaned uncontrollably, she was totally at the fauna mercy.

the animate being was only at the beginning of the wooing, she was only playing with its chief worm body part ....

Another tentacle approached and she started kissing and licking its mouth while the briny trunk character continued licking her ass and pussy.

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

She started licking the excess succus on the beasts tip, she embraced the new tentacle like she was sucking a big rooster ... ... she knew If she stretched her mouthpiece undecided to its maximum she could maybe postulate it in her throat, sucking it, her idea telling her that a cock this large would n't be very comfortable, her body wanting it as deep as it could go. No way was she gon na let them the other gravid cock like tentacles in any other hole either ... she thought ... ... but what a ignominy she mused ... ... She hoped the animal was content on what it was doing ... .its tongue still deep in her pussy and ass licking her to absolute bliss ... ....

The beast pulled back, admiring the beautiful cleaning woman 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, hard and deep as it had planed, he had attracted her here, drawn her with the bloom of youth ... ... It knew how to harness her lust, using sugariness and rude desires, the bloom of youth spreading pheromones ... ... a trap for soft pussy lips ... ..calling for mysterious vaginal stimulations.

He liked what he saw, he was happy, hungry for lust. He loved her taste of her vagina, he loved the taste of all of her ... ..

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

Another tentacle comes in, she starts to kiss and solve it as it pushes its way in to her mouth, stretching and straining her mouth ... this sentence almost breaking her jaw due to its girth ... ..it starts forcing its way down her pharynx, she struggles for breath, her eyes watering as she blows snot and day radiance purpleness goo out of her olfactory organ.

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

Her reverence dissipates, something to do with the day glow purple juice again ... she feels composure ... .She kneels starts to kiss and lick the tentacle, the tentacle once more attempts to throat fuck her, she can experience the girth stretching her insides as it starts pulling out .... only to let her breath. The girth of this tentacle reaching just below her breast dental plate, she realised she was taking in a at least substructure ... .a infantry of tumefy deep oozing tentacle ... ..

The remaking tentacles raise her to her foot, each oral fissure sucks onto her, sucking like they were when they tore all her cloths of.

This metre all six were sucking on her, some were gentle kissing softly, others were rougher, giving her love bites, leaving contusion, the larger tentacles were rough, giving her grim purple welts ... .as the bit and sucked her ... ..It was different but she enjoyed the rebuff pain, wincing, morning, feeling really safe.

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

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

.The tumid tentacle moved in between her thighs, she braced her tight wee pussy ... .she took a deep breathing spell ... The tentacle did n't go for her pussycat but went straight into her ass cakehole forcing its way, stretching, opening her panoptic ... She had never been ass fucked before ... .She was in pain now, it was hurting, this is wrong she thought, her eyes were watering. Another tentacle enters her sass without warning, once more than fear enters her mind, she starts struggling but can not propel, the tentacle in her ass is fucking her roughy, going deeper and deeper ... ..She starts to panic .... the magnanimous tentacle in her ass spasms and ejaculates day glow purpleness juice ... .deep ... .in her ass ... ..a thick zip goes straight into her system, her heart is racing and the exaltation is ten times stronger than before ... .Her ass musculus start to relax and she starts to love such a turgid thing in her, it 's an energy over freight, she starts to shake off up day glow purple all over her titmouse and the ground ... ..The tentacle in her ass pops out ... .leaving her gaping and allowing the violet juice to drip out onto the ground, her ass exposed gapping wide with the empurpled liquid seepage and high lighting her anal cannel. Her ass stays open the brawn slowly relaxing dripping succus to the floor.

'' nooky my pussy `` she begs shouting at the brute ... ..a tentacle clout hard into her pussycat, trench, pumping .... the animal displaying that there is no irksome and prosperous ... ...

In and out, her pussy gets fucked harder ... .she's feeling her vagina rampart stretching, it 's a Nice tactile sensation this time ... ..She 's been craving vaginal sex ever since she started smelling the strange 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 desolate vagina gaping open, making no endeavour to close 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 sinewy, in rule circumstances she knew she would be in pain and ask hospital treatment ... ... Something to due with the purple succus, the day glow ooze must be some sorting of healing drug she thought .... She notices the small contusion caused by the mug have vanished all so.

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

... she smiles and with two men scoops up some imperial juice ... ..She rubs it over her buoyant breasts over her thigh, pussy and threw her hair's-breadth ... ..She gets down on all quaternion glowing purpleness, reaches around spreading her ass cheeks and showing her vagina and ass hole.

She looks the worm in its eye.

She 's make, the succus has turned her into a fucking motorcar ... ...

The tentacles start to circle at inaugural ... ... like if the are eyeing up there quarry ... ... one slams itself into her pussy, another her throat and finally a large tentacle into her the ass hole.

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

The one in her vagina suction 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 beast erupts in hug drug ... .., filling every one of her holes with its day burn liquid ... ... she feels luminance headed as the animal convulses ... ..she falls unconscious mind due to the energy over load ... ....

Sandy awakes with the sun rising, she is raw only wearing her hiking boots ... .looking down at her naked body, she sees she has no contusion, she felt with child ... her skin was diffused smell of lavender ... ... She looks around ... .there was no sign of the brute ... ..no pit ... ..She walkway to the evacuate clearing finds her pack and hoodie and heads home ... ..