Izzy and the tentacle monster float in the soaking tub two tentacles inside her vagina and one part way into her anus.

  It yanks the tentacle from her tight butt, causing her to moan loudly, “No, no, go back; I just wanted a warning first,” she begs. Experimentally, the tentacle reaches forward and then thrusts inside her again. All three tentacles are thrusting at different speeds. “Fuck, I am a slut,” she whispers. Her brain is overloaded with sensation, and she has a quiet, convulsive orgasm that lingers. Her squeezing down on the tentacles makes them plump, and her orgasms raise to a higher octave. The warmth spreads through her body. She loses track of time or really where she is when one by one the tentacles start orgasming and filling her; after it's done, all three pull out, leaving her hollow, empty, and leaking cum.

  She struggles hard against her restraints. “Why did you stop?” she asked confused and feeling broken.

  it knows it loves to tease

  It knows smugness at her pleas

  She feels herself being turned over and bent over the edge of the pool, her top half resting on the concrete, leaving her legs dangling in the water. In a buzz, she looks up to see the lifeguard tower and says, “Shit,” as she notices the seat is empty. As the tentacle monster readjusts, she tries to py with her nipples, but two tentacles reach out. and holds her arms above her head.

  It knows it's time to impregnate

  A single tentacle enters her vagina from behind; she grunts and moans, but now it's hardly as fulfilling to have just one inside her. But it pushes harder and swells thicker inside her; she groans and squeezes it rhythmically, the sound of the tentacle thrusting into her making loud, watery noises; despite trying to keep the noise down, it would be impossible for someone walking by to ignore it now.

  “Please be quiet,” she grunts. “I don't want anyone finding us like this.”

  It knows no reason to hide its glory

  The tentacle inside her swells to a painful thickness, then bursts, filling her full of hot cum lubricant. She aches to have her clit touched; it throbs in desperation. After a few more thrusts, the now small tentacle pulls itself from inside her vagina. As it does, it leaves behind a deep sadness and emptiness and a string of cum in the water. But her empty feeling is only going to st a moment, and soon another tentacle fills her instead.

  “I am a slut for tentacles,” she whimpers to herself. “I can’t help it. I love this so much,” she says, her monologue cut off by a tentacle forcing itself inside her anus again. And now they move in sync, filling her till she squirms, then pulling out till she feels empty. Again and again she can feel it emotionally draining her if she could only reach her clit.

  After what felt like a eternity, she feel The thick tentacle inside her anus plump rger, making her hump the water forcefully, then it orgasms, filling her full of cum. She has new sensations she has never felt before as it makes her tingle in pces that have never been affected before. She feels her belly tighten, and she pants loudly.

  “Yes, tentacle beast, gang bang me,” she whispers into the rough concrete. She feels the tension growing inside her again as another one enters her from behind. She has a rough, almost painful orgasm being filled so full and no clit stimution; it is a deep G-spot orgasm. She wriggles as she feels herself pee. “Oh God, I think I just,” she mumbles as the orgasm washes over her again.

  She hears a voice and looks around. A lifeguard approaches. She is still orgasming and peeing in the pool. She blushes bright red, wishing she could cover herself up and hide her shame.

  “Everything ok in here, oh hey, it's the sexy new woman.” A lifeguard steps through the hedge. “Oh man, that's hot,” he says. “Do you need help?” He asks, looking at her; she sees his shorts quickly tent. “ The tentacle hasn't even slowed down, and she is in no position to stop it. She gets a small thrill in her helplessness. She grunts out, “No, I am ok–ay.” The tentacle beast curiously and arousingly thrusts at each sylble as she speaks.

  “Oh man, that thing is really filling you.” His hand falls to his shorts. “You mind if I, uhh, watch and stuff?” She grunts and moans softly, her insides being rearranged. He pulls out his dick; it's human-looking and thinner smaller than Jacob.

  She stares at it as the tentacle beast attempts to stretch her out further to make more room for its eggs. He sits on a bench two feet from her face, watching everything that's happening, his dick in hand, stroking himself. “Ugh, I always thought you were so hot. Now I know you are,” he jerks his dick, precum on the tip already. “Me and the boys have had all sorts of dirty thoughts about you,” he moans as she moans another one, cumming inside her. She opens her mouth, panting. Cum is flowing out of her, leaving a white cloud in the water.

  The lifeguard looks at her warm, inviting lips. He moves closer. “Would you suck on it?” he asks. First she shakes her head no, but then she feels a strange urge from deep inside her and shakes her head yes. She even opens her mouth and lifts her head as high as possible, the position making it difficult for him to try to get it in, but as he gets closer, a tentacle comes out of the water and pushes him away.

  It knows the rules; it can't kill the interloper

  She groans watching the perfectly suckable-sized cock moving away from her mouth as he sits back down and keeps stroking it. “Oh hey, that's cool; I can just watch.”