Tiffany floated on her back, feebly trying to fend off her next climax. Her bounteous boobs heaved, great shiny melons bobbing in the water. Her mind and body were in a whirlpool of conflicting sensations.
The terror, the horror, the pain and pleasure of tentacles pumping in and out of her ass, her cunt. Her body's betrayal, the orgasm, and the response to the creature; in the back of her mind, Tiffany wondered, "Is it the water? I never came that hard before."
Her musings were interrupted as the creature revealed two more tentacles. "Oh no! What now!" she groaned. The tentacles slid up her grinding pelvis, past her bucking hips, over the tentacle wrapped around her waist. Tiffany's shock and wonderment returned as the tentacles circled her melons, "?!This thing is going for my boobs?!!"
She tried to remove the offending appendages, with the same futile results; weakened by orgasm, unable to grip the slimy ropes, she was helpless as the tentacles began to pump and squeeze.
Tiffany was ambivalent about her breast size, but one aspect she did like was their sensitivity. They weren't hypersensitive, she wore bras comfortably but, in instants of self-pleasure, they did well enough. A couple of past boyfriends were good about the subject.
Her current situation confused the issue. Tiffany's sensitive cantaloupes were sending electric shocks through her body, combining with the water and ass/cunt pumps to set off another orgasm, "Ugh!...Ugh!....Oh no!
....Ugh!....I'm cumming again!" "Oh yes!" said Armand, "She's cumming again!"
The climax washed over Tiffany, flopping her within Roger's grasp. Her hips and pelvis pumped up and down, her head and arms churned the water. She screamed a high pitched, "EEEE!" before settling, with an exhausted "sigh!" into the pool. "She sounded like the dolphins on that one," Armand thought.
Roger continued to pork the blonde, thrusting ever closer to her cervix. Tiffany no longer struggled, resigned to her next orgasm. She accepted that she couldn't stop the creature; it had complete control of her body. She wondered, with some detachment, "How am I going to write this story? Presuming it doesn't drown or eat me first?"
It was a challenge, thinking of an angle: looking for a mad scientist, swimming in orgasm inducing water, getting raped by the octopus monster from hell; "Not quite what I expected for vacation," she thought.
Tiffany's grunts unconsciously assumed a rhythmic beat, "Ugh!....Ugh!....Ugh!....Ugh!..." She felt the tentacle thrust further towards her womb. The implications were too much for Tiffany; she focused on her assets, "! What's happening to my boobs?!"
