Marty laid back, placed his hands behind his head and let Rachel do the work. He always felt so masculine when she did that, he felt wanted and needed in her life. The sight of her froggy traits weren’t giving him the creeps at all, by the contrary he remembered how she embraced him when he too was green, humid and his sweat smelled like algae. Her buggy eyes winked at him and he felt the tongue going down his shaft, sliding out of his mouth and massaging his perineum right at his asshole, making him jump.
“Come here, babe” he asked. She squatted on all fours like a frog and advanced to him; she kissed his chest, his nipple, bit his chin feeling his goatee and they kissed passionately. Marty groped her ass cheeks helping her position. He could swear they were even bigger as she transformed. The penetration made her croak; he felt her insides less tighter, the beginning was cold and proceeded to become warmer inside, the difference of temperature on his manhood and the sliding enveloping natural frog-pussy lube purposed and amazing sensation.
“Use it on my nipples!” he asked. Rachel flickered he tongue and caressed his nipples while augment ting the rhythm.
Rachel closed her eyes and felt a sticky, gooey thing on her face. As she looked down she noticed Marty had a frog tongue he had shoot against her face. His skin was becoming greener with brownish spots. Her webbed hands touched his chest and she fetl his sparse hairs becoming green, his chin tee had pieces of alage coming through and dripped of sweat. They kissedagain consumating their love - the rythm intensified, she couldn't help but croak louder. She felt his frog hands on her nipples, was he aware he had trnasformed?
“Marty” she croaked, wanting to warn him.
But he didn't care, his swimmers body came back, her left arm was grabbed by a webbed hand of a muscled bicep and she was tossed aside on the pillow. Marty flipped her over with animalistic will; Rachel presented herself as her insides were pulsating with desire and let him mount her. In her mind suddenly – flashes of green water ponds with lily pads and mud; she and her children eggs by the water and the sight of her man fishing dragonflies and water bugs with his tongue to feed the family.
They croaked all night.
The two werefrogs, fallen to a sudden curse of the Caribbean islands!