I feel something rubbing me.
I’m apprehensive and I try to move but he croaks once more – soothing me.
Everything is ok and then I lose my virginity as a toad. The toad presses me down and thrusts me. I cannot deny it…even as a human have I hardly felt such pleasure. His croaks keep on soothing me and instead of feeling raped, or violated I actually let myself in and start to believe I want this. I a toad now…a female horny toad.
He humps me calmly but severely.
Heck, he’s screwing better than I screw my girlfriend. Or used to…
“Ribbit” I let escape. He humps a bit faster, compressing me even more against the lily pad.~
“Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit…” I say again and he intensifies. The lily pad is now rocking and producing vibrations on the water. I am croaking lustily.
He croaks something whose meaning I felt. I didn’t understood if it is just a hunch or the actual way my frog side communicates. I feel he’s calling me …his! He does it again, it is deep and long and I feel he’s stating to be so superior to me.
He’s basically saying: “You’re my bitch!”
And do you know what? I let myself go and I am his bitch. My legs start twitching with anticipation and he finally comes in an exaggerated hump. He comes in two rounds, the second one is so hard he pushes me and overthrows me out of the lily pad onto the water.
That was great!
I feel…alive.
My head comes above the water level and I look at him…I need a name, I’ll go with Chad. The toad, Chad! Chad is looking at me strangely with some indifference even…I think he doesn’t want me there anymore. I’ll just swim to the other lily pad. I might come back later.
Then…