The Ravaging in the Forrest

byJag22© Albert Zoo

Sandy was walking in the wood for about an 60 minutes, it could sustain been longer or shorter but it felt right to her.

It was a warm up and a hot summer Night, it felt energised and vibrant in the forest, the air was moist and damp, the sound was acute, may it be the bird or insect the orchestra was in full strait, adding to the appeal of being in the outdoors.

It was approaching evenfall but being a beautiful summer nighttime there was still abundance of light ....

Sandy was a beautiful 19 year old woman, petite, sultry, blonde pilus hanging to almost her shoulder joint, she stood at five fundament three column inch with prissy perky titty.

She was very stunning to the eye.

The boys always looking twice to get a indorsement glimpse of her squeamish ass.

Her confidence did n't quite match her rude beauty, she would opt to weary track suits and rugby island of Jersey.

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

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

The light was starting to set, with a very yellow-brown colour to the wood deep, the colouration crossed with a dark shadow. The day was in its Twilight.

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

Sandy was about to polish off up her walk, pass to the car and head teacher plate ... ..

She gasped and took in a large breathing time of air, the air was different odd but also felt so right ... ..

Sandy took in a large breather again, the air was buddy-buddy musky, and very penetrating to the senses.

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

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

Sandy was walking along breathing in the vibrant energy, it was a sexual muscularity ... sundry with lavender and smelling titillating in the mix.

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

Sandy manner of walking on, the night appears, the woods becomes pitch blackened.

She's feeling odd, some sort of exotic intoxication. She sneezes giving her a release from the pollen like substance blocking her nose, she reaches around and takes out her beverage bottleful has a crapulence ....

Thinking she should be feeling affright and scared, she realises she is the accurate opposite with not a aid in the world.

She takes another drink of water system 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 intellection were consuming her, intimate idea .... All she could think of was sex, being fucked, fucking, onanism, being nude sandy was intoxicatingly horny.

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

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

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

Sandy felt wino, more tipsy in control but carefree, surges of rapture were filling her body, she felt so good, so alert and so turned on.

Her nipples rubbed against her bra started to institutionalise her into sexual bliss, she felt care free, taking off her face 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 scarper, she could n't ... ... the pollen like stuff and nonsense triggered her primal instinct, she felt wild, alive, like the out side world doesn't exist, it was a mere thought and far away. She felt at home in the Forrest, comfortable in her nakedness, all she wanted to do was detect what ever this was ... and where it was leading her.

Sandy walked for what felt like 15 second or so, the blush were getting stronger they were no longer blocking her but rather energising her.

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

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

She smelt like wild blossom and lavender, a real vulgar natural aroma, her entirely body was tingling she felt so good.

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

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

As she walks into the clarification, guided by the synodic month lit sky ... she sees a pit in the meat, as her eyes adjust in the attenuation Moon, she notices salad days 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 blooms 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 bright purple liquid state, a day glow purple lightening up the area and colouring the land and surrounding bush.

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

Sandy was taken aback, she gasped in shock .... there before her eyes ... what looked like a slug, maybe a Snake crossed with an ground worm.

More like the earth worm in the way it moved, but it was large, around four beat, long and almost a pes wide. It had a mouth, no dentition and one blacken eye, unlike a insect, it was very agile and destitute 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 length and around four inched in diameter, at each end of the tentacles where more rima oris spewing air blooms and liquid ... .ooozing ... dripping ...

The tentacles moved like a snake, and could help the beast motion or pick affair up for its use or pleasures.

It was a gargantuan louse, with six thirsty snake coming flaying and lying in day shine purple mud.

At this point in her judgement, Sandy was about to willingly bang it ... she was in its grasp ... ..captivated by the lavender bloom ... .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 suck up her, she shuddered in pleasure, it started to suck harder and harder ... ..

She was awe full, she felt like she was about to get consume ...

Sweating and gasping in shock, she thought to squall out as she opened her rima oris, a onward tentacle rears and spits a liquid into her sass, ejaculating a purple lavender liquid filling her sass and running down her face..

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

Overcome by a calm tone, a calm reassurance, she relaxes ... .As her shirt stitching starts to rupture away..the ripping sound Echo across the forest ... her tit exposed to the moonlight..

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

More ripping sounds cut through the nighttime air, disturbing the once still audio of the timber ... ... her jeans are gone ... ... .devoured by another tentacle ... .naked and writhing she sees the remaining tentacles make quick study of her bra and panties ... ... a dominant tentacle rears up and devour the humble plot of land of hair on her vagina, dissolving all whisker, leaving her pussy bald, a wet glaze of tentacle juice on her thoroughgoing pussy rim, leaving them exposed and glistening in the moonlight.

Sandy was left completely naked, her ramification ranch, mamilla 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 appendage of removing her clothes was rough, however this was of no concern as she felt so good, she felt alive.

Her organic structure was tingling and she was covered in the strange cum like stew, her vagina felt extremely wet, she could feel it dripping down her thigh onto the basis ... ..she puts her fingerbreadth in and sense of taste herself, it was strange but angelic ... she gushes, her succus flowing, her purulent throbbing.

Sandy looked at savage, straight into its eye, its mouth lachrymation ... .his organic structure was throbbing, swaying, calling her,

she takes her bracelet, using it to tie her long hairsbreadth back ... ..as the blooms and fluent play with her mind, making changes in her body, a lusting, a longing for something unknown, a deep surge inside her, she felt nothing else but the pits 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 little ass and drawing lineage in the process .... she touches her graze, blood line mixed with royal goo, before she can feel the infliction, 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 mouth then neck working it s way down to her breasts, her nipple swollen.

The beast was harsh, it was fully of lust, she watched as it sucked her nipples, growing them to almost two inch ... ..how was this even possible ? Her devoid diminutive breasts bursting and her nipple so large..

The wildcat was working its school principal down, inching closer to her bald wet gapping snatch, she opened her legs a minuscule wider and it went in hard like a pig into shit.

She was in complete bliss, its worm sucked her clit from its thug, licking frantically, sending her into raptus ... ... she had never been fucked like this before ... it was good ... .the best.

After what seemed to Sandy like and eternity the wildcat would still on the constant ravishing on her snatch ... ... .to lick inside and around her stern pickle ... ..sometimes going deep ... ... .she arched her back and moaned uncontrollably, she was totally at the beasts mercy.

the wolf was only at the beginning of the courting, she was only playing with its main worm dead body part ....

Another tentacle approached and she started kissing and licking its oral cavity while the main eubstance persona continued licking her ass and snatch.

As she kissed its lip, she lovingly swallowed the purple juice, it felt so good, tasted so effective ... she gushed Sir Thomas More juice ...

She started licking the excess succus on the wildcat tip, she embraced the new tentacle like she was sucking a big pecker ... ... she knew If she stretched her oral cavity out-of-doors to its maximum she could maybe take it in her pharynx, sucking it, her mind telling her that a cock this magnanimous would n't be very prosperous, her physical structure wanting it as deep as it could go. No way was she gon na let them the other prominent dick like tentacles in any other trap either ... she thought ... ... but what a disgrace she mused ... ... She hoped the wolf was content on what it was doing ... .its tongue still deep in her kitty and ass licking her to absolute bliss ... ....

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

Intuitively its was reading her mind, it knew she wanted to be fucked in every porta, every golf hole, hard and deep as it had planed, he had attracted her here, drawn her with the flower ... ... It knew how to harness her lustfulness, using redolence and natural desires, the bloom spreading pheromones ... ... a trap for piano pussycat sassing ... ..calling for deep 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 beast now reared up, standing improbable looking at her, no longer tonguing her ass and pussy.

Another tentacle comes in, she starts to kiss and lick it as it pushes its way in to her mouth, stretching and straining her mouth ... this prison term almost breaking her jaw due to its girth ... ..it starts forcing its way down her throat, she struggles for intimation, her eyes watering as she blows snot and day luminescence purple goo out of her nose.

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

Her fear dissipates, something to do with the day glow violet juice again ... she feels calm air ... .She kneel starts to osculate and lick the tentacle, the tentacle once more try to throat fuck her, she can find the girth stretching her inside as it starts pulling out .... only to let her breath. The girth of this tentacle reaching just below her breast shell, she realised she was taking in a at least foot ... .a foot of vain wooden-headed oozing tentacle ... ..

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

This time all six were sucking on her, some were lenify kissing softly, others were rougher, giving her passion bites, leaving contusion, the larger tentacles were rough, giving her dark purple welts ... .as the bit and sucked her ... ..It was different but she enjoyed the slight hurting, wincing, break of the day, feeling really unspoiled.

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

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

.The largest tentacle moved in between her thighs, she braced her tight wee pussy ... .she took a oceanic abyss breath ... 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 now, it was hurting, this is wrong she thought, her eyes were watering. Another tentacle enters her mouth without warning, once more fear 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 large tentacle in her ass cramp and ejaculates day glow purple juice ... .deep ... .in her ass ... ..a deep Department of Energy goes straight into her system of rules, her heart is racing and the ecstasy is ten times stronger than before ... .Her ass muscles start to relax and she starts to delight such a gravid thing in her, it 's an energy over load, she starts to throw away up day glow purple all over her tits and the ground ... ..The tentacle in her ass pops out ... .leaving her gaping and allowing the royal juice to drip out onto the priming coat, her ass exposed gapping wide with the purple liquid oozing and high lighting her anal retentive cannel. Her ass stays open the heftiness slowly relaxing dripping juice to the floor.

'' roll in the hay my cunt `` she begs shouting at the savage ... ..a tentacle slug hard into her pussy, bass, pumping .... the creature displaying that there is no irksome and comfortable ... ...

In and out, her pussy gets fucked harder ... .she's feeling her vagina paries stretching, it 's a nice smell this prison term ... ..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 despoiled vagina gaping undefendable, making no attempt to close like it would normally ...., the tentacle slams back in filling to brim, up to the hilt ... ... She was stretched to the point of accumulation, so big so knock-down, in rule fate she knew she would be in hurting and need infirmary discourse ... ... Something to due with the purple juice, the day burn sludge must be some sorting of healing drug she thought .... She notices the small contusion 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 twat drip mold with succus and ooze ... She takes a bit, sorting her ego 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 paw scoops up some purplish juice ... ..She rubs it over her perky breasts over her thigh, pussy and threw her tomentum ... ..She gets down on all quartet 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 make love political machine ... ...

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

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

The one in her vagina sucks onto her g stain, she shudders in blissfulness ... ... The tentacle in her anus goes in so rich she feels impaled ... ..shudders ....

Her pussy squirts vaginal succus everywhere ... ... the brute erupts in disco biscuit ... .., filling every one of her muddle with its day beam liquid ... ... she feels light headed as the beast convulses ... ..she falls unconscious mind due to the energy over lode ... ....

Sandy awakes with the sun rising, she is bare only wearing her hike kick ... .looking down at her naked trunk, she sees she has no bruises, she felt cracking ... her hide was soft smelling of lavender ... ... She looks around ... .there was no sign of the beast ... ..no pit ... ..She walking to the empty clearing finds her mob and hoodie and headspring dwelling ... ..