Taken By Tentacles

Sometimes, it's easier to let go than to battle your monsters.
It's a beautiful, sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky, the sound of waves lapping the side of the dock, it's heaven on Earth.
I just finished my senior year of high school, and decided to take a break for a year before jumping into University.
I'm spending the summer with friends of my cousin, on their private island just south of the Florida Keys. I'm enjoying sun, sand, and the sweet relief of being blessedly alone. Even staying with my cousin's friends, I'm by myself most of the time. The in-law house I'm staying in is quite secluded.
The alone time has given me ample opportunities to get to know myself, in very intimate ways.
The black, barely-there bikini falls away easily when I untie the strings on my hips. I press my fingers against my aching clit, lingering there for only a few moments before reaching up with both hands to pinch and twist my swiftly hardening nipples.
Biting my lip, I grind my hips, my pussy begging for attention. Briefly sitting up, I untie my top and fling it away. It lands near the edge of the dock, but I pay no mind.
My sensitive nipples are rock hard now, and I relish in the feeling my fingers bring to them, twisting and pulling almost painfully. It's one of the things I've discovered a love for, the pleasure brought on by pain.
I lick my lips. My breasts are big enough that I can pop one nipple in my mouth, and I do so, moaning at the feeling of my hot mouth on my sensitive bud. I suck hard, and cry out around the pink flesh. Making sure not to neglect or favor one over the other, I do the same for the opposite breast, lavishing it with my mouth.
At this point, I'm close to cumming just from the ministrations on my chest. Finally, I reach down to play with my soaking wet pussy.
My middle finger plunges roughly in and out of my tight hole, the slightly inclined beach chair giving a perfect angle to reach and be comfortable.
My body responds instantly, and I can feel a tight ball of nerves building in my stomach. One hand at my groin, one on my nipple, and my mouth wrapped around the other mound of soft flesh, I'm barreling headfirst into orgasm.
When it hits, it's like I'm soaring above the clouds. A cry rips from my throat, muffled slightly. I keep going, riding through my climax, keeping it up even when it becomes a little uncomfortable from the sheer sensitivity of it all. Pushing through it, I arrive once more on the precipice of orgasm.
Finding myself satisfied, I pull away from my nearly hairless mons and sigh, slipping one finger at a time into my mouth.
After a few moments of basking in the glow, of both the sun and the fun, I decide to enjoy some time in the bay. Leaving my swimwear where it lies, I rise from my reclined beach chair.
My manicured toes grip the edge of the dock. The water isn't too deep here, and I was basically raised in the water, so I'm not afraid to be alone here.
When I leap into the water, the bottoms of my feet barely brush sand. Part of why I like this spot is the depth of the water with the absence of large waves. It's always very calm here.
Floating around for a little while, I stare up at the clear blue sky.
I jump when something touches my foot, and instinctively thrash about, looking for whatever it was. Finding nothing, I figure it was just a fish, and go back to my swim.
I'm suddenly jerked underwater, letting out a scream, just for saltwater to fill my mouth and nose. Something's got ahold of my legs.
My heart races in my chest and I try to free myself, kicking and struggling, but it's no use. Whatever has me, has me. Kicking does no good, and I'm still being dragged, I think.
I'm going to die.
Just when I couldn't possibly hold my breath any longer, I'm hoisted above the surface once more. I emerge sputtering and coughing, wiping my eyes.
Heaving, I try to get a look at what's got me, trying to figure out a way to get away.
It seems to be some sort of giant octopus. Its tentacles are wrapped around my legs, and rationalizing the best I can, I notice the feeling of suction cups on my skin.
It's holding my legs together and hasn't yet gotten ahold of my arms, so I try to bang on the fleshy limbs of the creature, buy two more tentacles shoot out of the water, securing my arms. There's no give when I pull against it.
Tears leak down my face. I should have listened to my mother. She never wanted me to leave, and now look. I'm going to die alone.
Another reddish-black appendage emerges, slowly this time. It feels it's way up my body, starting at my mid-thigh. It must be figuring out the best way to eat me.
The tentacle glides against my skin, leaving a trail of sticky, pinkish liquid in its wake, which tingles slightly after a moment. The creature seems to be slathering the liquid on me, covering me in the stuff.
When it reaches my face, I shut my eyes tight.
Before I can think, it slams between my lips, jamming as far into my mouth as possible. My first reaction is to bite down as hard as I can, but it doesn't seem to deter the creature. I can hardly breathe, the tentacle is trying to go deeper into my throat, and I'm gagging hard, more tears running down my cheeks.
More of the liquid gushes into my mouth. It tastes strangely like fruit, but also salt. More and more runs down my throat, and I have no choice but to swallow it.
While all this is happening, I nearly notice one of the tentacles wrapped around my legs moving toward my slit. It pokes around there for a few moments before I realize.
It's not going to eat me.
It wants to fuck me.
My head spins, and I struggle against the creature, but it's no use. It's too strong.
All of a sudden, this wave of calm washes over me. I stop fighting. My breathing slows.
All I know is that I want this thing to fuck me, and I want it now.
It senses my willingness now. It loosens its grasp, and two tentacles hold my legs aloft, and spread, while two more are wrapped around my shoulders. One more emerges, and continues to rub my body with the strange fluid.
I let out a moan around the appendage in my mouth. I start sucking on it, encouraging the assault on my helpless body. He continues slamming into my mouth, going deeper than I've had any human cock in my throat.
The creature pokes at my slit some more, grazing my clit several times, and I almost cum then and there.
I'm so ready for him. I need him to be deep inside of me. I'm close to bursting with desire. I've never needed anything so badly.
Suddenly, he thrusts the tentacle deep inside of me, and I nearly cry out in relief, and in pleasure. It slams deep inside of me, pushing up against my cervix instantly, and pounding against it over and over.
That is when I am lost.
I cum hard, my walls contracting around the thick appendage. He continues thrusting into my mouth, and pumping the fluid into my stomach, but withdraws the tentacle from my pussy when I've come down.
I wriggle, complaining about the loss.
I'm not upset for long though, when another, thicker appendage pokes at my entrance.
Now we're talking.
The creature lowers me onto his shaft. It stretches my hole wide. Too wide. It should hurt, but it doesn't. I feel nothing but immense pleasure.
Looking down, and around the tentacle in my mouth, I can see my stomach bulging, and moving with every time I'm lowered and thrust onto the huge cock/tentacle inside me.
After a few minutes, he speeds up, and I'm suddenly shoved down hard. I can feel thick, hot liquid being pumped deep into my womb.
By the time he's finished, I can't tell you how many times I've cum. I am absolutely spent when he drags me back toward shore.
He sets me carefully back on the dock, not pulling out of my pussy until the very last moment.
I sit on the edge and watch him recede into the deep.
My heart is racing.
My hand trails down to feel my abused cunt. I feel the thick fluid leaking out, and I look down at my fingers to inspect it.
It's a shocking shade of purple.
I'm assuming it's cum.
I let out a sigh and lean back onto the dock.
I can't believe that happened. But I can't wait for it to happen again.