The devastation in the Forrest

byJag22© Albert Zoo

Sandy was walking in the timber for about an hr, it could have been longer or shorter but it felt decently to her.

It was a warm and a hot summer dark, it felt energize 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 abundance of light ....

Sandy was a beautiful 19 year old woman, petite, sultry, blond whisker hanging to almost her shoulders, she stood at five foot three column inch with decent perky breasts.

She was very sandbag to the eye.

The boy always looking twice to get a irregular glance of her nice ass.

Her confidence did n't quite correspond her natural beauty, she would prefer to wear track suits and rugby jersey.

Sandy had a very mortify approach to lifespan, she felt at house in the forests and foot hills surrounding where she lived.

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

The light source was starting to set, with a very amber colour to the woods deep, the coloring material crossed with a gloomy shadow. The day was in its Twilight.

Sandy was alone in the process of doing the Barney Earl track, a beautiful walking filled with aborigine species. She had done this walk of life plenty of metre, she felt so easy in the fact she was here again today.

Sandy was about to finish up her manner of walking, principal to the car and head place ... ..

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

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

Her sinus were becoming blocked, she struggled for breathing place ... ..

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

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

What is this Lavender fun smell ... she felt ... what is this muscularity her sentiency screaming..

Sandy manner of walking on, the night appears, the timber becomes pitch black.

She's feeling odd, some variety of alien poisoning. She sneezes giving her a release from the pollen like center blocking her olfactory organ, she reaches around and takes out her potable 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 globe.

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

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

Her thinking were consuming her, sexual thinking .... All she could call up of was sex, being fucked, fucking, masturbation, being au naturel sandy was intoxicatingly horny.

She oddly starts rubbing her crutch against a subdued rotting tree stump, dry humping it ... .Sandy 's vagina was dripping wet, soaking her panties she felt pressure sensation in her bra almost if her tit had grown. She was staring ecstatic.

The synodic month was now bright in the sky illuminating the Forrest hollering, Sandy breaths deeply as another blume of pollen like substance 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 than tipsy in control but carefree, rush of exaltation were filling her consistence, she felt so skilful, so active and so corneous.

Her nipples rubbed against her bra started to send out 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 lam, she could n't ... ... the pollen like hooey triggered her fundamental instincts, she felt wild, awake, like the out side human beings doesn't exist, it was a simple thought and far away. She felt at home in the Forrest, comfortable in her openness, all she wanted to do was feel what ever this was ... and where it was leading her.

Sandy walked for what felt like 15 instant or so, the salad days were getting warm they were no longer blocking her but rather energising her.

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

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

She smelt like wild flower and lavender, a very down-to-earth natural smell, her unharmed body was tingling she felt so good.

Her clothing rubbed against her, sending her into heavenly blissfulness ... ...

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

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

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

In the centre a pulsating bloom of youth, the heart, the driving personnel, drawing all to its wonderment.

Sandy was taken aback, she gasped in cushion .... there before her eyes ... what looked like a slug, maybe a ophidian crossed with an earth worm.

More like the terra firma worm in the way it moved, but it was enceinte, around four cadence, long and almost a animal foot wide. It had a mouth, no teeth and one black eye, unlike a louse, it was very nimble and free moving able to stand tall if it wanted and it seemed to wish this ....

At the other end lay six tentacles, each about four to five beat in length and around four inched in diameter, at each end of the tentacles where More mouths spewing air blooms and liquid ... .ooozing ... dripping ...

The tentacles moved like a snake, and could help the beast movement or pickax things up for its enjoyment or pleasures.

It was a giant insect, with six thirsty Hydra coming flaying and lying in day shine purple mud.

At this point in her mind, Sandy was about to willingly roll in the hay it ... she was in its clasp ... ..captivated by the lavender bloom ... .completely subdued and wanting ....

The tentacles raised up to gather her ... ..two reached out and sucked onto each one of her thigh, another onto her right boob. As it aggressively started to fellate her, she shuddered in joy, it started to suck harder and harder ... ..

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

sudation and gasping in shock absorber, she thought to call out as she opened her mouth, a forth tentacle posterior and spits a liquid into her mouthpiece, ejaculating a purple lavender liquidity filling her mouth and running down her face..

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

Overcome by a calm touch sensation, a chill out reassurance, she relaxes ... .As her shirt stitching starts to pluck away..the ripping sound echoes across the woods ... her tit exposed to the moonlight..

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

Thomas More ripping sounds cut through the Nox air, disturbing the once calm sounds of the timberland ... ... her dungaree are gone ... ... .devoured by another tentacle ... .naked and writhing she sees the remaining tentacles make straightaway work of her bra and panty ... ... a dominant tentacle rears up and waste the small spot of hair on her vagina, dissolving all hair, leaving her pussy bald, a wet glaze of tentacle succus on her perfect twat lips, leaving them exposed and glistening in the moonlight.

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

The tentacles had left bruising on her thighs and knocker, the physical process of removing her clothes was approximate, however this was of no headache as she felt so good, she felt alive.

Her body was tingling and she was covered in the strange cum like sweat, her vagina felt extremely wet, she could find it dripping down her thighs onto the dry land ... ..she puts her finger in and taste perception herself, it was strange but sweet ... she gushes, her juices flowing, her pussy throbbing.

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

she takes her bracelet, using it to tie her long hair back ... ..as the blooms and liquified gambol with her mind, making alteration in her body, a lusting, a yearning for something unknown, a deep spate inside her, she felt zippo else but the endocarp desire and the itch to be used as it and the tentacles may decide.

She enters the pit, slipping and falling, sliding to the bottom, scraping her petite trivial ass and drawing blood in the process .... she touches her graze, stock mixed with over-embellished goo, before she can sense the painful sensation, 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 fauna now kissing her on the lips then neck working it s way down to her titty, her teat swollen.

The savage was uncut, it was good of lecherousness, she watched as it sucked her pap, growing them to almost two inches ... ..how was this even possible ? Her devoid midget chest bursting and her mammilla so large..

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

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

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

the beast was only at the beginning of the courting, she was only playing with its main dirt ball body role ....

Another tentacle approached and she started kissing and licking its oral fissure while the master body piece continued licking her ass and pussycat.

As she kissed its mouth, she lovingly swallowed the purple succus, it felt so good, tasted so good ... she gushed more juices ...

She started licking the excess juice on the brute tip, she embraced the new tentacle like she was sucking a big cock ... ... she knew If she stretched her lip open to its level best she could maybe take it in her pharynx, sucking it, her psyche telling her that a cock this large would n't be very comfortable, her consistency wanting it as deep as it could go. No way was she gon na let them the former large stopcock like tentacles in any other hole either ... she thought ... ... but what a shame she mused ... ... She hoped the fauna was cognitive content on what it was doing ... .its tongue still mysterious in her pussy and ass licking her to absolute bliss ... ....

The beast pulled back, admiring the beautiful fair sex he had, she looked back glowingly ... ... .not seeing but in divine ecstasy

Intuitively its was reading her mind, it knew she wanted to be fucked in every orifice, every pickle, severe and deep as it had planed, he had attracted her here, drawn her with the peak ... ... It knew how to draw rein her lecherousness, using sweet and born desires, the flower spreading pheromones ... ... a trap for soft pussy mouth ... ..calling for deeply 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 pussy was dripping down her leg, she loved how she felt, the brute now reared up, standing tall looking at her, no longer tonguing her ass and twat.

Another tentacle comes in, she starts to kiss and lick it as it pushes its way in to her mouth, stretching and straining her oral cavity ... this time almost breaking her jaw due to its girth ... ..it starts forcing its way down her throat, she struggles for hint, her eyes watering as she blows snot and day glow purple goo out of her nozzle.

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

Her fear dissipates, something to do with the day glow majestic juice again ... she feels calm ... .She kneels starts to kiss and clobber the tentacle, the tentacle once more attempts to throat roll in the hay her, she can feel the cinch stretching her insides as it starts pulling out .... only to let her breathing place. The girth of this tentacle reaching just below her breast plate, she realised she was taking in a at to the lowest degree foot ... .a foot of swollen-headed thick oozing tentacle ... ..

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

This time all six were sucking on her, some were gentle kissing softly, others were rougher, giving her love sharpness, leaving bruises, the larger tentacles were rough in, giving her glowering purple welts ... .as the bit and sucked her ... ..It was different but she enjoyed the tenuous annoyance, wincing, morning, feeling really secure.

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

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

.The declamatory tentacle moved in between her second joint, she braced her blotto wee kitty ... .she took a deep breather ... The tentacle did n't go for her pussy 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 sensation now, it was hurting, this is amiss she thought, her center were watering. Another tentacle enters her mouth without warning, once more fright enters her head, 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 large tentacle in her ass muscle spasm and ejaculates day gleaming purpleness juice ... .deep ... .in her ass ... ..a deep energy goes straight into her arrangement, her center is racing and the ecstasy is ten times unattackable than before ... .Her ass muscular tissue start to relax and she starts to savor such a heavy thing in her, it 's an push over lading, she starts to bewilder up day shine purpleness all over her teat and the ground ... ..The tentacle in her ass pops out ... .leaving her gaping and allowing the majestic juice to drip out onto the flat coat, her ass exposed gapping wide with the majestic liquidness oozing and high up lighting her anal cannel. Her ass stays open the heftiness slowly relaxing dripping juice to the floor.

'' Fuck my pussy `` she begs shouting at the fauna ... ..a tentacle clout hard into her pussy, deep, pumping .... the beast displaying that there is no slow and well-off ... ...

In and out, her pussy gets fucked harder ... .she's feeling her vagina walls stretching, it 's a squeamish impression this prison term ... ..She 's been craving vaginal sex ever since she started smelling the unusual blooming ... ..The tentacle fucks her like it was a turncock pushing in out in out, in and out ... .in and out ... it it slips out ... ..Sandy looks down at her waste vagina gaping exposed, making no attempt to come together 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 formula circumstances she knew she would be in annoyance and needing infirmary treatment ... ... Something to due with the purple juice, the day glow ooze must be some kind of healing drug she thought .... She notices the minuscule bruises caused by the suckers have vanished all so.

The tentacles drop her to the ground, as she squats to get up globules of empurple sludge drip out her anus, her kitty dripping with juice and gunk ... She takes a moment, sorting her ego out, getting her breath, she looks up at the worm and tentacles ... .staring down at her almost waiting for something,

... she smiles and with two hands scoops up some purple juice ... ..She itch it over her perky breast over her thighs, slit and threw her hair ... ..She gets down on all fours glowing purple, reaches around spreading her ass cheeks and showing her vagina and ass hole.

She looks the worm in its eye.

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

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

She takes one in every mess ... getting fucked intemperate ... .slowly first then faster ... .one tentacle is sucking on her button ... ..sending her into a climax.

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

Her pussy squirts vaginal juice everywhere ... ... the beast erupts in transport ... .., filling every one of her pickle with its day glow liquidity ... ... she feels light headed as the savage convulses ... ..she falls unconscious due to the free energy over load ... ....

Sandy awakes with the sun revolt, she is nude only wearing her hike flush ... .looking down at her bare torso, she sees she has no bruises, she felt great ... her skin was soft smelling of lavender ... ... She looks around ... .there was no house of the animate being ... ..no pit ... ..She walks to the empty clarification finds her pack and hoodie and brain home ... ..