The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 95: Tentacles

Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-94”.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

It was the middle of the night. I stared up at the ceiling, watching the lights dance on it as the occasional car passed by my window. I had been tossing and turning for the past hour and it was clear sleep would not come anytime soon. I had never really suffered from insomnia—expect when I was a kid and I chose to stop using my asthma inhaler—so this was new territory for me.

I don’t know how long I stared up at that ceiling, but I eventually realized staying in bed would do little good. I considered watching a movie, but knew from experience the light from the TV would only wake me further. It took a while, but it finally dawned on me. The best way to tire myself out was to go for a walk.

Winter was slowly approaching and the nights were not as warm as they once were, so I bundled myself up and headed out. The air was cold, but invigorating. The last shreds of slumber vanished from my body, but I didn’t care because I knew a short walk in such chilly weather would put me right to sleep once I got back to the warmth of my bed.

I chose to walk in the park. It was more relaxing and would help me relax. I wandered around for a few minutes before ending up by the small body of water that stood at the center of the park. It was too small to be a lake, but too big to be a pond. I chose to call it a poke (pond + lake = poke).

I took a seat on one of the benches that stood by the water’s edge and watched the reflection of the night sky in the poke. The smog kept the stars from shining through, but the moon was clearly visible.

I watched it for a few minutes before closing my eyes to listen to the relaxing sound of the autumn wind rustling to through the leaves. I could picture the long branches of the weeping willows swaying gently in the breeze. In my mind’s eyes, they almost looked like tentacles.

SPLASH!

My eyes flew open and I discovered the reflection of the moon being unrecognizably deformed by the ripples that now inhabited the otherwise smooth surface. Something had just broken the surface of the poke. I didn’t know what it was, but form the power of the splash and the size of the ripples, it was quite big.

My vivid imagination instantly kicked in and I started to fantasize. If you have read any of my fantasies, then you know my imagination is nearly limitless. What you may not know is that not all of my fantasies are sexual in nature. Given the nature of the inciting incident, I could tell this would be one of my horror-themed fantasies. What I didn’t know was that it would also be infused with sex.

Moments after the fantasy began, something shot out of the water. It was long, slimy and covered in suction cups. I instantly recognized it as a tentacle. I didn’t know what it was attached to, but given the horrific nature of my fantasy, I had no doubt it was monstrous in nature.

I remained frozen in shock for a moment before my adrenaline kicked. Jumping to my feet, I turned away from the poke just as another tentacle broke the surface. Ignoring the splashing that indicated even more tentacles were surfacing, I made a run for it.

I only made it a couple of feet before something was wrapped around one of my ankles. It was cold and slimy. A tentacle.

I crashed to the ground and began thrashing. But no matter how hard I fought, the tentacle wouldn’t let go. Actually, a second one soon came to the first one’s aid and took hold of my other ankle. My wrists were next to go. I was now immobilized.

I squirmed and fought like my life depended on it, which it pretty much did, but the tentacles were too powerful for me. By the time I gave up, more tentacles were on their way. I still couldn’t see what they were attached too, but I realized that was probably a good thing.

The massive tentacles slithered across my body, covering my clothes in slime. I feared I would be crushed to death until one of the powerful limbs slipped underneath my clothes. It glided across my stomach for a moment before venturing higher. By the time it reached my breasts, a second tentacle had joined it.

I suddenly regretted not taking the time to put on a bra. My lack of panties also became problematic when one of the slimy appendages slithered into my pants. I fought to break free, but it was useless. Thankfully, they didn’t seem interested in my body. Instead of taking advantage of me as I feared they would, the tentacles tore my clothes to shreds.

In mere seconds, I was naked from head to toe. Even my shoes and socks were gone. The only thing keeping the cold night air at bay were the dozens of tentacles that now surrounded me. They writhed and wriggled around, making me feel like I had fallen into a giant pit of snakes.

I forced myself to relax, knowing it was the only way to put an end to this horrific fantasy. But all hopes of escape fled the second the tentacles began grinding against my nipples. At horrified as I was by my body’s reaction, I could do nothing to stop the arousal from entering it. Nor could I repel the sensation of blissfulness that filled me when the slimy appendages began stroking my slit.

I knew there was no point in yelling, but the horror of the situation made it impossible for me to think clearly. As soon as my lips parted, I realized my mistake, but it was already too late. One of the tentacles—at least I thought it was a tentacle—slipped into my mouth. It felt bigger than the others and had no suction cups. It was not until I noticed one final detail that I realized this member was not a tentacle. The incredible heat that emanated from it left no doubt as to the nature of it. It was a cock.

The spear began sliding in and out of my mouth. My first reaction was to bite it, but the arousal that now filled my body kept my jaw from snapping shut. It was with a mixture of surprise and arousal that I realized something. I actually enjoyed the feel of that big, slimy monster cock gliding in and out of my mouth.

When the surprise faded, I did the only thing I could think of. I started sucking the member. The monster—or whatever stood at the end of those tentacles—seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm, because the speed of the penetrations quickly doubled. Moments later, the cock started to convulse. It pulsated inside my mouth for a moment before something hot and gooey shot out of it. Cum. At least I hoped it was cum, because I didn’t even want to speculate as to what it could be if not that.

The monster’s semen was hot. I mean scorching hot. Enough to burn every inch of my mouth. Enough to kill every last taste bud on my tongue. Enough to make me forget about the intense heat of the liquid and just enjoy the feel of it sliding down my throat.

I’m not quite sure how or why, but I didn’t get burned. Even my taste buds were left intact, which gave them a chance to gorge themselves on the incredibly tasty nectar. It was both sweet and rich in flavor, though I remained unable to tell which flavor it was.

It was over in what felt like seconds. The member slipped out of my mouth just as the final mouthful flowed past my uvula. And just like that, I was left unsatisfied and in desperate need of sexual release. Thankfully, the monster that had turned an innocent attack into a perverse sexual encounter was not done with me yet.

“Fuck!” I yelped as something slipped past my lower lips. I was soaking wet and the slimy appendage easily slid into me. In moments, I was full to the point of bursting. I couldn’t tell it the member that filled me was a tentacle or a cock, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that my pussy was on fire and I could feel an orgasm growing within me.

My arousal literally exploded when the member began darting in and out of me. It moved with such speed I was unable to tell when it was in and when it was out. It felt like one continued penetration and I would not have wanted it any other way. However, there was something else I wanted, though I didn’t realize it until it happened.

“Fuck!” I cried out when another tentacle—or cock, whatever—slid into me. This one was invading my asshole. It slithered deeper and deeper into me until it could go no further. I barely had time to realize I was now fuller than ever before that it began travelling in and out of me.

I moaned and writhed in ecstasy as the two appendages darted I and out of me. They felt so hot inside me, though I had no idea if it was because they were cocks or because of the fires of passion that burned bright within me. Either way, I was on the verge of climax and that was all that mattered.

“FUCK!” I yelled when my pussy came to life. No sooner had I started squirting that my lover’s own semen started shooting out of me. Not only did the hot cum squirt out of my pussy, but it also gushed out of my ass. That meant my lover had not one, but two cocks and both of them were now buried deep within me. And inside me was where they remained until the final wave of cum oozed out of my two holes.

With one final moan, I felt the last few drops of strength leave my body. The tentacles continued to tickle my body throughout my recovery. I was actually looking forward to finding out what would happen next when something unexpected happened.

SPLASH!

That put an immediate and irreversible end to my fantasy. Focusing on the water that stretched out before the bench I now sat on, I found the calm surface riddled with ripples. I half-expected another fantasy to take hold of me, but luck was not on my side. Instead of retreating back into my mind for another perverse pounding, I studied my surroundings and spotted two young boys standing on the other side of the poke. They were having fun throwing rocks into it.

I watched them play for a while. When they ran out of rocks, they wandered off, no doubt in search of something else to help them pass the time. I considered enjoying the peace of the almost deserted park for a little longer, but the cold air was beginning to seep into my clothes and fatigue had started to gain me.

As I walked home, I found myself thinking back to the fantasy. The intensity of it had been unmatched any of my other fantasies. I didn’t know if that meant I would dream about it, but I sure as hell hoped I would.

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Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez