It was the season after the rains and the sun shown brightly over the emerald hills of Henry Coe State Park. The seepage from the rains created puddles in the moist wet grasses. The pig wallows were the hot places for young newts to come together for days and days of uninhibited sexual gratification.Nathan the Newt met Sally the Salamander in the shallow end of the wallow. She was a desirable taricha torosa and was attracting the attention of a half dozen males. He was a proud virile young salamander about 8 inches long with rough, reddish-brown skin on top and a bright yellow-orange belly. She was a petite 6 inches long with an iridescent twinkle in her eye and fire in her belly. His skin was very slick and even more slimy than usual. Her tail flattened like an eel's tail in anticipation of the amplexus to follow.
They made eye contact and could not hold back their burning desire for each other. Driven by pure animal instinct, he grabbed her from behind and rubbed his chin along the back of her head taking care to induce long strokes. She was writhing in ecstasy stirring the clay in the pond. She was incredibly stimulated by such a large male. The rubbing and writhing lasted for days. Just when he couldn't hold back the pleasure any more he released her and moved in front for the money shot. He ejaculated his thick gooey spermatophore onto the bottom of the pond, connected securely by a sticky stalk from his abdomen. He was spent and exhausted.
She was also quite satisfied but the post coital experience left her a little disappointed. There were other males in the pond and she didn't have to draw his seed into her belly. She could choose to abandon him completely. After a tense moment, she decided that he would be the one to fertilizer her brood and drew his seed into her steaming orifice. Finally satisfied, she deposited her eggs on the bottom of the pond. By this time, the orgy was in full swing and there were egg masses all over the bottom of the breeding pond.... the pond of uninhibited newt desire.
Mr Toad loves newt porn. Yum!
Thanks for the inspiration from the MTB Naturalist for this hot trashy amphibian sex talk.
2 comments:
Okay, Mr. Toad, here you go. I prefer to think of it as newt erotica myself: two newts alone in a clear pool at the foot of a waterfall, doing their newt thing for sheer pleasure --- it was well after mating season.
Ann Maria,
I really enjoyed the words and pictures of the your newt erotica piece. Waterfalls, clear ponds and a solitude experience really make for a romantic newt experience.
What I witnessed at Henry Coe State Park was newt porn. There were about a dozen newts rolling around in a pigs wallow. Not really erotic. Kinda pornographic.
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