Some say that the Floridian swamp goddesses are among the most desirable women in the world, yet few have truly experienced the extent of our beauty and ability to arouse even the most chaste of men.
My name is Areolanda. I have supple breasts that hang gently across my chest scales and an hourglass figure that causes my tail to sway side to side in a sensuous motion–a lure for the weak. My high ass is adorned with two perfectly rounded cheeks, flecked with small, reptilian ridges.
Each day, I lay upon the grass, hidden by an endless array of cattails, legs akimbo. Although I am spread wide open like a hot house flower, I am not ashamed in the slightest. “Let them look,” I think to myself. My snatch can *SNAP* should they try any funny business. My extra small golden g-string splits my voluptuous reptile ass and causes a stir. I am the Kim Kardashian of the swamp goddesses.
As a reptilian goddess of the swamp, my scaly loins yearn for strong gator gonads. I am insatiable in my desire to have a 12 foot, Herculean man-gator rake his claws up and down my back and eat my tight, cold-blooded ass with the ferocity of a thousand Florida hurricanes.
One evening in late September, a man-gator from a neighboring swamp ventured into our little goddess haven, his reptile bulge swollen purple with anticipation. His chest looked broad like the hull of a ship and his piercing green eyes had my *alliglitoris* tingling in my g-string. The other goddesses jostled against one another, splashing water across their less impressive breasts in a desperate display. I kept cool, spreading my legs ever so slowly as I lay across a nearby bank.
As expected, the man-gator noticed me almost instantly and sauntered in my direction, saliva glistening on his lips. He was hungry, and I was prepared to beg for him to eat every single one of my goddess holes.
Just as he was about to be upon me and *all up on me*, he became distracted by Labiana, a swamp goddess notorious for poaching man-gators. As swiftly as he had come to me, he turned away and pursued Labiana as she tantalizingly led him through the tall grass. I could feel my cold blood begin to boil. That Herculean man-gator would give me the pounding of my swamp goddess life yet.
I rose from my sprawled position and followed them through the tall grass. When I arrived at the secluded bank, the man-gator was opening and closing Labiana’s inferior butt cheeks as she moaned with the tonality of a foghorn. They noticed me at once. I knew I would need to assert myself if I were to be ravaged. I normally have no taste for sharing, but my options were limited.
Labiana eyed me warily at first, but she is of the kinky kind and quickly warmed to the idea of a three-way gator smash. Of course, this man-gator would never turn away the opportunity to dominate two swamp goddesses.
I lay next to Labiana, both of our legs stretched wide so the man-gator could enjoy the visual spoils of his unlimited buffet. The man-gator was already erect, his bifurcated penis anxious to explore our ample holes. I began rubbing Labiana’s breasts as the man-gator stroked his forked gator cock.
I then positioned myself between the man-gator and Labiana so that my ass could press against his pulsating member. He spanked me and I farted with gusto, a swamp goddess demonstration of submission. I continued to caress Labiana’s breasts, her nipples now protruding two inches from their soft base. I let my tongue flick the nipples. The man-gator’s scaly hand came down with another *thwack* against my gorgeous goddess ass. I let rip another fart. The man-gator could no longer contain himself and he plunged his split reptilian penis into my puckered holes.
He stroked my breasts, nipples hard as bricks, as he pumped and growled like a dog with four testicles. Once he had pleasured me for a good while, I let Labiana saddle up and ride his swamp dong while I sat on his face. I grinded against his gator beard, letting the tickling sensation send me to outer space. I began to kiss Labiana, slow and deep while we squeezed each other’s breasts. I farted once more, and the man-gator released his two-headed john from Labiana and blew his gator goo all over the both of us. He immediately flipped us on our backs, breasts bouncing freely, and finished us off with his five inch tongue. We both reached climax and screamed loud enough to cause alarm among the other goddesses.
As we lay across our sex champion, I felt complete satisfaction wash over my swamp goddess body. The man-gator left us, but not before giving us a final spank. I returned to my bank and let the waning sun lull me into a post-coital slumber, where I dreamt only of the man-gator that dominated me beyond the tall swamp grass.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hfm133/fifty_shades_of_green_arousing_tales_from_a
Well when I started reading I wasn’t too sure about this story. But by the end, I’d have to say that was very well written. Good job.
Have to give props. Entertaining read. :) I think it was the gator-goddess-farts that took it a notch higher.