The Ravaging in the Forrest

byJag22© Albert Zoo

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

It was a warm and a hot summer night, it felt stimulate 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 fully auditory sensation, adding to the appeal of being in the open air.

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

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

She was very stunning to the eye.

The boys always looking twice to get a second gear glimpse of her Nice ass.

Her assurance did n't quite match her natural beauty, she would prefer to wear track suits and rugby NJ.

Sandy had a very humble coming to life, she felt at home base in the forests and foot Alfred Hawthorne surrounding where she lived.

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

The brightness level was starting to set, with a very amber vividness to the forest deep, the colours crossed with a dark phantom. The day was in its Twilight.

Sandy was alone in the process of doing the Barney Earl caterpillar track, a beautiful walk filled with native species. She had done this manner of walking plenty of times, she felt so well-heeled in the fact she was here again today.

Sandy was about to wind up up her walk, head to the car and heading family ... ..

She gasped and took in a enceinte breath 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 sinuses were becoming blocked, she struggled for breath ... ..

Sandy was still in the natural state, still on the same track..there was a strong mist, something in the current of air ... ..It was a mix of perfume and she felt a strange plant energy ... ..

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

What is this Lavender fun olfactory property ... she felt ... what is this energy her common sense screaming..

Sandy pass on, the night appears, the forest becomes pitch black.

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

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

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

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

Her mentation were consuming her, intimate sentiment .... 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 delicate rotting corner soapbox, dry humping it ... .Sandy 's vagina was dripping wet, soaking her step-in she felt force per unit area in her bra almost if her boob 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 stain on her tights where she has been rubbing her self ! ... .Intrigued by the peak she starts walking into the wind.

Sandy felt drunk, more than tipsy in ascendancy but carefree, surges of ecstasy were filling her consistence, she felt so good, so alive and so horny.

Her nipples rubbed against her bra started to send her into intimate seventh heaven, she felt care unloosen, taking off her pack and throwing it to the ground. She takes of her hoodie and another moving ridge 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 primal instincts, she felt wild, alive, like the out English macrocosm doesn't exist, it was a mere thought and far away. She felt at home in the Forrest, well-off in her nakedness, 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 efflorescence were getting stronger they were no longer blocking her but rather energising her.

perspiration, but not the common 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 flush and lavender, a rattling earthy instinctive smell, her unit body was tingling she felt so good.

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

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

As she walks into the clarification, guided by the moon lit sky ... she sees a pit in the centre, as her eye adjust in the attenuation moonlight, she notices heyday 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 mannequin as well, dripping all around the pit. The pit was a mix of mud and a hopeful purple liquidness, a day incandescence purple lightening up the area and colouring the primer 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 center ... what looked like a slug, maybe a snake crossed with an earth worm.

More like the globe worm in the way it moved, but it was large, around four metres, long and almost a foot wide. It had a mouth, no tooth and one melanize eye, unlike a worm, it was very nimble and free 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 metres in length and around four inched in diameter, at each end of the tentacles where more mouths spewing air bloom of youth and liquidness ... .ooozing ... dripping ...

The tentacles moved like a serpent, and could avail the savage relocation or pick things up for its use or pleasures.

It was a heavyweight worm, with six hungry Hydra coming flaying and lying in day gleam purple mud.

At this compass point in her mind, Sandy was about to willingly have it away it ... she was in its hold ... ..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 thigh, another onto her mighty breast. As it aggressively started to imbibe her, she shuddered in pleasure, it started to suck harder and harder ... ..

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

sudation and gasping in shock, she thought to scream out as she opened her backtalk, a forth tentacle arse and spits a liquid into her mouthpiece, ejaculating a purple lavender liquid 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 sugariness tasting ambrosia, the better savouring fruit, but better.

Overcome by a quiet look, a calm reassurance, she relaxes ... .As her shirt stitching starts to tear away..the ripping strait echoes across the woodland ... 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 touch ....

More ripping sounds cut through the nighttime air, disturbing the once calm sounds of the forest ... ... her jeans are gone ... ... .devoured by another tentacle ... .naked and writhing she sees the remaining tentacles make quick body of work of her bra and panties ... ... a dominant allele tentacle rears up and consumes the small-scale maculation of fuzz on her vagina, dissolving all hair, leaving her kitty-cat bald, a wet glaze of tentacle succus on her stark twat lips, leaving them exposed and glistening in the moonlight.

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

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 body was tingling and she was covered in the unknown cum like sweat, her vagina felt extremely wet, she could sense it dripping down her second joint onto the ground ... ..she puts her digit in and taste perception herself, it was foreign but scented ... she gushes, her succus flowing, her pussy throbbing.

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

she takes her bracelet, using it to tie her recollective hair back ... ..as the blooms and liquid gambol with her mind, making modification in her trunk, a lusting, a longing for something nameless, a deep surge inside her, she felt goose egg else but the stone pit desire and the impulse 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 blood in the physical process .... she touches her graze, descent shuffle with purple goo, before she can feel the pain, the fauna is on top of her .... forcing its way on to her she submits as she wraps her pegleg around it 's girth.

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

The brute was approximative, it was full of lust, she watched as it sucked her mammilla, growing them to almost two in ... ..how was this even possible ? Her barren lilliputian titty bursting and her nipples so large..

The wolf was working its head down, inching closer to her bald wet gapping slit, she opened her legs a piffling wider and it went in hard like a pig into shit.

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

After what seemed to Sandy like and eternity the fauna would relieve on the perpetual ravishing on her twat ... ... .to lap up inside and around her butt hole ... ..sometimes going late ... ... .she arched her back and moaned uncontrollably, she was totally at the beasts mercy.

the animate being was only at the beginning of the suit, she was only playing with its briny worm physical structure portion ....

Another tentacle approached and she started kissing and licking its lip while the principal body part continued licking her ass and slit.

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

She started licking the excess juice on the fauna tip, she embraced the new tentacle like she was sucking a big prick ... ... she knew If she stretched her mouth open air to its maximum she could maybe remove it in her throat, sucking it, her nous telling her that a stopcock this vauntingly would n't be very well-off, her body wanting it as deep as it could go. No way was she gon na let them the early big prick like tentacles in any early jam either ... she thought ... ... but what a pity she mused ... ... She hoped the beast was content on what it was doing ... .its tongue still deep in her slit and ass licking her to absolute cloud nine ... ....

The beast pulled back, admiring the beautiful women 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 kettle of fish, hard and oceanic abyss as it had planed, he had attracted her here, drawn her with the rosiness ... ... It knew how to rein her lust, using sweetness and natural desires, the heyday spreading pheromones ... ... a lying in wait for soft cunt lips ... ..calling for cryptic vaginal stimulations.

He liked what he saw, he was well-chosen, hungry for lust. He loved her taste sensation of her vagina, he loved the taste of all of her ... ..

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

Another tentacle comes in, she starts to buss and lick it as it pushes its way in to her rima oris, 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 breather, her eyes watering as she blows snot and day glow purple goo out of her olfactory organ.

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

Her fear dissipates, something to do with the day glow purple juice again ... she feels calmness ... .She kneels starts to osculate and lick the tentacle, the tentacle once more attack to throat nooky her, she can feel the girth stretching her inside as it starts pulling out .... only to let her breathing time. The girth of this tentacle reaching just below her breast home, she realised she was taking in a at least fundament ... .a foot of egotistic thick-skulled oozing tentacle ... ..

The remake tentacles raise her to her understructure, each back talk sucks onto her, sucking like they were when they tore all her cloths of.

This time all six were sucking on her, some were assuage kissing softly, others were rougher, giving her love life chomp, leaving bruise, the heavy tentacles were pugnacious, giving her dark purple weal ... .as the bit and sucked her ... ..It was different but she enjoyed the slight pain, wincing, dawning, feeling really skillful.

Two of the tentacles start to snake around her wooden leg, while another two pick her physical structure and arms up ... ..wrapping around her tight, she can't relocation, her stage spread full give in sitting position..

She knew what was about to happen, her pussy was about to be fucked intemperate ... she knew the cinch - four or five in of boneheaded tentacle, more than than a baseball bat more than a fist..

.The expectant tentacle moved in between her thighs, she braced her besotted wee pussy ... .she took a deep breath ... The tentacle did n't go for her pussy but went straight into her ass pickle forcing its way, stretching, opening her astray ... She had never been ass fucked before ... .She was in pain now, it was hurting, this is legal injury she thought, her eyes were watering. Another tentacle enters her mouth without warning, once more revere 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 big tentacle in her ass spasms and ejaculates day glow purple succus ... .deep ... .in her ass ... ..a bass energy goes straight into her system, her heart is racing and the ecstasy is ten times stronger than before ... .Her ass brawn start to relax and she starts to love such a large thing in her, it 's an energy over load, she starts to throw up day glow purple all over her bosom and the ground ... ..The tentacle in her ass pops out ... .leaving her gaping and allowing the over-embellished succus to drip out onto the ground, her ass exposed gapping wide-cut with the purple liquidity oozing and gamy lighting her anal cannel. Her ass stays open the heftiness slowly relaxing dripping juice to the floor.

'' screwing my kitty `` she begs shouting at the creature ... ..a tentacle biff hard into her pussy, deep, pumping .... the beast displaying that there is no sluggish and easy ... ...

In and out, her pussy gets fucked harder ... .she's feeling her vagina walls stretching, it 's a nice feeling this sentence ... ..She 's been craving vaginal sex ever since she started smelling the strange flush ... ..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 lay waste to vagina gaping afford, making no attempt to fold like it would normally ...., the tentacle slams back in filling to brim, up to the hilt ... ... She was stretched to the bound, so big so powerful, in formula portion she knew she would be in painful sensation and postulate infirmary discourse ... ... Something to due with the purple succus, the day shine ooze must be some kind of healing drug she thought .... She notices the small bruises caused by the suckers have vanished all so.

The tentacles drop her to the primer coat, as she squats to get up globules of purple ooze drip out her anus, her pussy drips with juice and ooze ... She takes a moment, sorting her self 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 majestic juice ... ..She itch it over her perky knocker over her second joint, pussy and threw her haircloth ... ..She gets down on all fours glowing purple, reaches around spreading her ass impudence and showing her vagina and ass hole.

She looks the louse in its eye.

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

The tentacles start to encircle at number one ... ... like if the are eyeing up there target ... ... one slams itself into her puss, another her throat and finally a large tentacle into her the ass kettle of fish.

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

The one in her vagina sucking onto her g spot, she shudders in walking on air ... ... The tentacle in her anus goes in so deep she feels impaled ... ..shudders ....

Her kitty-cat squirts vaginal juice everywhere ... ... the beast erupts in ecstasy ... .., filling every one of her kettle of fish with its day glow liquid ... ... she feels ignitor headed as the beast convulses ... ..she falls unconscious due to the Department of Energy over cargo ... ....

Sandy awakes with the sun rising, she is naked only wearing her hike rush ... .looking down at her naked body, she sees she has no contusion, she felt heavy ... her skin was soft smelling of lavender ... ... She looks around ... .there was no star sign of the fauna ... ..no pit ... ..She paseo to the empty clearing finds her pack and hoodie and heads habitation ... ..