The Visit
I must be dreaming.
I could feel soft caresses across my torso. Slightly wet, smooth, like fingers or tongues. I smiled, still not quite awake or fully aware what was going on.
The room was still in darkness, only a half light through the curtains allowed me to see anything at all. I became aware that my legs were wide apart. Something was between them, something big, soft. Something alive.
I looked down. I saw the silhouette of a soft, round creature of some kind. Just a big lump of flesh, pulsating rhythmically, like it was breathing maybe.
My pleasure at the caresses forgotten, I panicked. I tried to back away up the bed, only to realise my hands were fastened to the bed frame. Dozens of tentacles protruded from this creature. I had a tentacle wrapped around each wrist and the bed frame. My legs were similarly fastened. Other tendrils of various sizes were caressing my body, my legs, one was licking at my ear. This creature, this soft, round, blob of flesh was resting on the bed between my legs forcing them wide apart. And I was completely at its mercy.
As I began to struggle, the tendrils began to lick at my sides. Despite my terror, I let out a squeal of laughter as these motions tickled my helpless body. It kept up this assault for at least a minute before slowing, allowing me to breathe.
I struggled again against its restraining tentacles. Straight away it resumed it's attack.
And then stopped again.
And again I began to try to break free, and again it tickled me, and then stopped.
Once again I began to break free. Once again it resumed its attack. This time small tendrils grabbed my toes, immobilising my feet. Then it licked and tickled those as well. This time it didn't stop. It tickled me relentlessly, I was screaming, begging it to stop. It was maddening, driving me out of my mind. I could barely breathe. And I could do nothing to stop it.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it let up it's attack. I was breathing hard, sweating. It's message was clear: don't struggle.
I didn't.
Then it gently resumed it's initial caresses of my body. Ticklish, but not like an assault. Like it was teasing me. One of the tendrils began to lick at my nipple. I gasped, this time in pleasure. Shortly followed by another at my other nipple.
I began to get hard.
Soon it was licking at both nipples, my ears, my neck, in between my thighs. It continued to pulsate away, slightly faster now. I almost had the impression it was purring. My head was back against the pillow, eyes half shut as I became giddy with pleasure. I started to wish it would touch my cock.
My wish was soon granted. I felt a tendril touch very gently against my ass and slowly lick up the way, flicking the underside of my balls. Then again. It repeated this motion several times before settling right underneath my balls where they meet the perineum, and licked and tickled.
It tickled like crazy, only this time I didn't want it to stop.
I was crazy hard already, when I felt yet another tentacle wrap around my cock, taking control of it, and pulling my foreskin back, exposing the head. I then felt a licking on my glans. The sensation was indescribable. Together with the other tendrils working on me I was in a state of blissful torture. I was breathing heavily, moaning with pleasure. I was going out of my mind, my hips began bucking, but this creature held me in place.
Precum was dripping out of my cock like never before. Yet another tendril licked it up from my stomach, then began licking it straight from my cock, swallowing it as it came out.
I was going crazy. I needed to cum, but it wouldn't let me. It kept me on edge, still terrified but more aroused than I had ever been. Licking up my pre cum, licking me expertly. I was helpless to do anything but enjoy the sweet torture.
Then the tickling stopped. The creature leaned up and backwards, exposing an opening, with thousands of tiny tendrils around it, and protruding from it. It maneuvered it's self toward me, and lowered it's self down. The tentacle holding my cock guiding me inside.
It was not at all what I had expected to feel. It wasn't smooth like a pussy. The inside was covered in these tiny tendrils, both expertly tickling and stroking my cock from the inside as the creature began to pulsate on top of me. It was soft like a big blob of fat, covering me from my chest to me knees. It was slippery, oily, as it gyrated with increasing vigour on top of me. It's "pussy" working my cock like nothing I'd ever felt before. There were tendrils still licking my balls and perineum.
I lay there, still fastened spread eagled, thrusting upward into it as it fucked me. I could feel the juices from the creatures pussy dripping down my balls. I was going to cum soon, it was building up all throughout my body. But then it began to tickle again!
As it fucked me, it tickled my helpless armpits and feet. The sensations were everywhere! But it was too late, nothing was going to stop this orgasm.
My mind went beserk as I began to shoot load after load of cum inside this creature. It continued to lick and tickle and gyrate on top of me. Only it's body began to firm up, and it tightened it's grip on my cock as it continued to pump ribbons of cum out of me. Was it cumming too? It became incredibly wet, like it was squirting all over me.
Still it kept fucking me, tickling me, licking me. The combined sensations had my mind in overdrive. I was seeing stars.
Eventually my orgasm began to subside. The tickling stopped, and the creature became soft again and came to rest on top of me. Still pulsating, just now gently massaging what cum it could out of my still twitching cock.
It relaxed its grip on my wrists and ankles, but I was too tired to move. I just lay there looking at it as it rested on top of me. Then soon, I drifted back into unconsciousness.
I must be dreaming.
I could feel soft caresses across my torso. Slightly wet, smooth, like fingers or tongues. I smiled, still not quite awake or fully aware what was going on.
The room was still in darkness, only a half light through the curtains allowed me to see anything at all. I became aware that my legs were wide apart. Something was between them, something big, soft. Something alive.
I looked down. I saw the silhouette of a soft, round creature of some kind. Just a big lump of flesh, pulsating rhythmically, like it was breathing maybe.
My pleasure at the caresses forgotten, I panicked. I tried to back away up the bed, only to realise my hands were fastened to the bed frame. Dozens of tentacles protruded from this creature. I had a tentacle wrapped around each wrist and the bed frame. My legs were similarly fastened. Other tendrils of various sizes were caressing my body, my legs, one was licking at my ear. This creature, this soft, round, blob of flesh was resting on the bed between my legs forcing them wide apart. And I was completely at its mercy.
As I began to struggle, the tendrils began to lick at my sides. Despite my terror, I let out a squeal of laughter as these motions tickled my helpless body. It kept up this assault for at least a minute before slowing, allowing me to breathe.
I struggled again against its restraining tentacles. Straight away it resumed it's attack.
And then stopped again.
And again I began to try to break free, and again it tickled me, and then stopped.
Once again I began to break free. Once again it resumed its attack. This time small tendrils grabbed my toes, immobilising my feet. Then it licked and tickled those as well. This time it didn't stop. It tickled me relentlessly, I was screaming, begging it to stop. It was maddening, driving me out of my mind. I could barely breathe. And I could do nothing to stop it.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it let up it's attack. I was breathing hard, sweating. It's message was clear: don't struggle.
I didn't.
Then it gently resumed it's initial caresses of my body. Ticklish, but not like an assault. Like it was teasing me. One of the tendrils began to lick at my nipple. I gasped, this time in pleasure. Shortly followed by another at my other nipple.
I began to get hard.
Soon it was licking at both nipples, my ears, my neck, in between my thighs. It continued to pulsate away, slightly faster now. I almost had the impression it was purring. My head was back against the pillow, eyes half shut as I became giddy with pleasure. I started to wish it would touch my cock.
My wish was soon granted. I felt a tendril touch very gently against my ass and slowly lick up the way, flicking the underside of my balls. Then again. It repeated this motion several times before settling right underneath my balls where they meet the perineum, and licked and tickled.
It tickled like crazy, only this time I didn't want it to stop.
I was crazy hard already, when I felt yet another tentacle wrap around my cock, taking control of it, and pulling my foreskin back, exposing the head. I then felt a licking on my glans. The sensation was indescribable. Together with the other tendrils working on me I was in a state of blissful torture. I was breathing heavily, moaning with pleasure. I was going out of my mind, my hips began bucking, but this creature held me in place.
Precum was dripping out of my cock like never before. Yet another tendril licked it up from my stomach, then began licking it straight from my cock, swallowing it as it came out.
I was going crazy. I needed to cum, but it wouldn't let me. It kept me on edge, still terrified but more aroused than I had ever been. Licking up my pre cum, licking me expertly. I was helpless to do anything but enjoy the sweet torture.
Then the tickling stopped. The creature leaned up and backwards, exposing an opening, with thousands of tiny tendrils around it, and protruding from it. It maneuvered it's self toward me, and lowered it's self down. The tentacle holding my cock guiding me inside.
It was not at all what I had expected to feel. It wasn't smooth like a pussy. The inside was covered in these tiny tendrils, both expertly tickling and stroking my cock from the inside as the creature began to pulsate on top of me. It was soft like a big blob of fat, covering me from my chest to me knees. It was slippery, oily, as it gyrated with increasing vigour on top of me. It's "pussy" working my cock like nothing I'd ever felt before. There were tendrils still licking my balls and perineum.
I lay there, still fastened spread eagled, thrusting upward into it as it fucked me. I could feel the juices from the creatures pussy dripping down my balls. I was going to cum soon, it was building up all throughout my body. But then it began to tickle again!
As it fucked me, it tickled my helpless armpits and feet. The sensations were everywhere! But it was too late, nothing was going to stop this orgasm.
My mind went beserk as I began to shoot load after load of cum inside this creature. It continued to lick and tickle and gyrate on top of me. Only it's body began to firm up, and it tightened it's grip on my cock as it continued to pump ribbons of cum out of me. Was it cumming too? It became incredibly wet, like it was squirting all over me.
Still it kept fucking me, tickling me, licking me. The combined sensations had my mind in overdrive. I was seeing stars.
Eventually my orgasm began to subside. The tickling stopped, and the creature became soft again and came to rest on top of me. Still pulsating, just now gently massaging what cum it could out of my still twitching cock.
It relaxed its grip on my wrists and ankles, but I was too tired to move. I just lay there looking at it as it rested on top of me. Then soon, I drifted back into unconsciousness.
