Tentacle vacation fuck

Sweety never dreamed she would be violated and pleasures out in the ocean while vacationing

Sweety waded into the warm, turquoise waves, her dark skin glistening under the Jamaican sun. She glistened from suntan coconut oil. So fucking edible! The beach was packed with vacationers—laughing families, shirtless men, and women in barely-there bikinis—all soaking up the winter bonus weather. Her lean, toned body moved effortlessly through the water, her crochet white bikini clinging just enough to tease. The fabric was thin, the strings barely covering her tight ass and perky tits. She loved the way the ocean caressed her skin as she swam further out, leaving the crowded shore behind.

Then she felt it—a firm, velvety touch on her ankle. Sweety gasped, jerking her leg, but before she could react, something soft and pulsing wrapped around both her ankles. She froze. Another tentacle snaked up her calf, tantalizingly circling up her thighs, up her stomach and then coiling around her wrists before yanking them beneath the water. The tentacles for a moment forced her hands to rub her pussy through her skimpy bikini. Her heart hammered as she was violently spun around, her ass now facing the shore, her body helplessly suspended in the waves.

A thick tentacle slithered seductively up her arched back, wrapping around her neck just enough to keep her steady. It could easily snap here neck but it did not. Before she could scream, another slid under the front of her bikini, teasing her smooth, waxed pussy lips. It gently as if licking with its tip explored her pussy entrance all over in a mischievous manner. A third wasted no time—it slowly parted her firm ass cheeks from the top and made its way to her star. It spit a jelly precum out and pushed it's way into her ass, stretching her open with slow, deliberate thrusts. The circumference was just smaller than a pop can in diameter. Sweety moaned. It turned the creature on. Her ass felt like it was going to be stretched badly

Sweety’s eyes widened in shock. She tried to shout, but a massive tentacle immediately shoved itself into her little mouth, filling her throat. She gagged, her body trembling as the appendage fucked her face with gentle, rhythmic strokes. Her jaw stretched so wide it felt like it would dislocate. The water around her rippled with the movement, but no one on the beach noticed the dark-haired beauty being manhandled a mile offshore. Her bikini had been torn off her by the cum filled creature. It floated, carried away by the waves.

The tentacles worked her pussy and ass in perfect sync, their velvety surfaces swelling inside her. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, her body betraying her as pleasure coiled tight in her core. Then—flood. A gush of thick, warm cum erupted inside her, filling her pussy and ass in thick spurts. She whimpered, her walls clenching around the invading flesh as wave after wave of cum pumped into her. It didn't stop. It lasted minutes. Sweety had no idea how large this creature was hiding from her beneath the ocean swell. The throbbing pumping tentacles caused Sweety to cum like a little helpless toy. She wiggled and cried out in a gurgling mouth filled kind of way.

The tentacle in her throat throbbed next, swelling before erupting. Liters of hot cum blasted down her throat, forcing her to swallow or choke some if it. She took alot as her belly began swelling visibly with each spurt. A good portion dripped from her lips, mixing with the ocean water as she gagged and gasped. It floated like an oil spill around her helpless body

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the pressure released. The tentacles unwound from her body, leaving her floating in the water, spent and trembling. Naked and used. She coughed, wiping cum from her mouth as she stared back toward the shore. No one had noticed a thing.

Shaking off the surreal encounter, Sweety swam back, her limbs heavy, her mind foggy with pleasure. She had to get out of the water now naked from the tentacle attack. She staggered quickly over to her boyfriend and collapsed on the beach towel. She covered herself in another blanket. She looked at her still-sleeping boyfriend, her body aching in the best way.

As she lay there, catching her breath, a voice chuckled nearby. "You look like you had a good swim."

Sweety cracked an eye open to see a grinning local fisherman holding up a tangled mess of crochet strings—her bikini, shredded beyond repair. Her boyfriend still asleep she put her fingers to her lips in a shhhh motion. The man laughed and walked away carrying her shredded little bikini.

She wondered if the local fisherman watched sexy tourist babes get defiled by the tentacle monster very day. Did he jerk off watching helpless women in little bikinis get filled and tamed?

She groaned. "Fuck my life."

For some reason she returned to the water every day for the last week of their trip. Her boyfriend remarked to her how she really must love the ocean. He slept on the beach while she got cum filled by the tentacle monster over and over.

Would any ladies take her place?