Tentacle Time
#4 of Experimental One-Shots
My attempt at a tentacle story.
Tiffany lay on the ocean floor, staring up at the light filtering down from the surface. Unbenkownst to her, a nearly transparent mass slowly edged its way towards her. She fiddled absent mindedly at her hair, the suction pods of her tentacles half-heartedly sticking to her own hands. The mass edged ever closer. Tiffany let out a slight squeal as she felt a sudden warmth begin to slowly work its way up her leg, radiating out into her stomach. She looked down and noticed a slight blur in the water.
The mass began to work its tentacles up her legs, warmth trailing out from wherever they touched upon her. She flipped over and tried to pull herself away, but it was too late as a tentacle wrapped around her stomach, anchoring her to it. Her face began to flush as the waves of warmth began to wash over her, and she felt a familiar tinge of excitement beginning to flare up in parts long neglected by male attention. She felt a gentle pressure against her opening as the mass began to deploy more tentacles. She bit her lower lip. No, she couldn't let herself enjoy this, even if it had been ages. All of her resistances fell short when the warmth began to spread over her clitoris and the first waves of pleasure in years shot through her body like lightning. She opened her mouth and let out a moan of pure, repressed passion rushing out all at once. The tentacle found little resistance as it pushed itself inside of her, snaking deep inside of her in ways she had only fantasized about. It immediately began to thicken the moment it had reached the end of her insides, filling her out sideways as well as hardening. She was so lost in the electric voltage of her own sexuality she didn't notice the other tentacle snaking its way inside of her from behind. Suddenly, she was filled from both ends and as she gasped in surprise, a third tentacle worked its way into her mouth, filling it with a sweet, salty taste it seemed to exhude from everywhere. The tentacles began to pump in and out of her, all at different rhythms, driving her to further dephts of pleasure. It had been so long that she began to orgasm almost immediately, wave after wave washing over her as all those years of sexual neglect were fulfilled in a mere instant. She had lost count of how many she had had when her eyes closed and she blacked out from pleasure. She awoke several hours later, feeling fulfilled and satisfied. This was definitely going to be her new favorite sunbathing spot after all.