“Hello!” Marty said, unbeknownst to him that he just ribbited. All the frogs went quiet on the pond. The girl kept looking at him. Her chest was moving faster and faster, she breathing more and more heavily. She seemed like she was under a spell and couldn’t fight her urges. Her hand reached timidly her panties and started to get busy.
What’s she doing down there?
She got shy for a moment and tried to retrieve it, but as her panties were being adjusted a husk of forest came to Marty. His mouth opened and his frog tongue slithered out; she opened her legs and in no time he tasted that frog pussy. It had of fresh water and berries. She moaned and moaned, reclined and let his tongue find her way. She was tighter then Rachel that was for sure! Marty crouched like a proper frog, he closed his eyes and flavored her. She soon started to ribbit with exctment, gasping air and near the orgasm. That was when she opened her eyes and turned around, on all her fours she prepared to leap. He couldn’t let her go.
“No!” he said and jumped over her. She croaked not protesting.
He put aside his boxers and penetrated her. Each luxurious thrust stole a ribbit from either one. She reminded him Rachel. Wait was he cheating on Rachel? He was, he was cheating on the girl that stood by him even after him becoming mysteriously a freak. He was cheating on the girl that…Oh! Look at that ass jiggling!
His tongue prepared the field. He could resist her. The saliva and goo that both their skins were fabricating slid down the crack; may it was lube enough…
“Hey! I’m going too…I must…I’m…” he couldn’t resist it. In a second his made his transition. He tried to be sweet and calm, he inserted his mushroom purple head and the red hair waved. She croaked and was tense but soon she lifted up and let him get it all in.
Marty penetrated her slowly, until it was all in…when she sighed with pleasure.
He took her, at the pond’s margin, her ass cheeks clapping, his nuts hanging. He finally croaked, she moved away and he came in the water.