But my mouth is full.

The arm pumping my throat keeps picking up speed, keeps jamming more and more inside of me. I'm sure that I'll burst if it doesn't withdraw.

(Here Lies Lucy Danger killed by over-inflation. Let her tattered corpse serve as reminder. Never suck off a tentacle monster. May she rest in peace.)

I don't burst. The creature does though. It shoots more of its goo than before into my guts. The blue stuff is squirting out the sides of my mouth as I get face fucked.

I want more than anything for Emma or Ben or even Jack to burst in, but at the same time I'm dreading being seen like this even more that being fucked by that thing.

For better or worse, no one comes to save me. Without control of my arms or legs there's nothing I can do to stop one of the thinner limbs from entering my cunt. The slime acts as lubricant and actually feels good. The thing is sliding in and out of me, still very shallow. I begin to get lost in the moment, forgetting that this is a monster, just feeling, feeling good. The thin tendril begins to grow. I catch myself moaning (or the best I can manage). It's sliding past me G spot and the feeling of being so full is amazing.

Just like the one in mouth though, it wont stop growing. It's now thicker than any cock I've ever taken. The stretching feels so amazing inside of me. My eyes drift shut. I can feel an orgasm building up.