The beautiful teenager laid back on her recliner and
surveyed the opulent scene spread out before her.
It was the perfect summer's day at the beach. The sun
blazed high over a cloudless sky, the calm, surprisingly
clear water of the small bay reflecting the light like a
thousand tiny mirrors. The sand, although quite hot to
the touch, was firm and clean, gleaming white in the full
light of the sun. The 40-or-so people surrounding her,
mostly in their 20's and 30's, all had that expensive
golden Californian health-club look about them.
So, if everything's so admittedly goddamn perfect,
Carolyn fumed to herself, why do I hate it here so much?
She knew that the Stark Country Club was one of those
very exclusive places along the California Pacific
Coastline, one of those places where the monthly
membership fees alone could keep a Central American
nation going for a year. Her parents would always
positively gush whenever her wealthy Aunt and Uncle
invited the family over for a day at the club.
Carolyn was only there as a guest of her older cousin,
Tiffany, who was a junior at the local private college.
It was the Fourth of July weekend blowout at the club and
Tiffany swore that this was the place to be, where it
would definitely be happening, but without the mobs.
Tired of the usual jam at the public beaches, Carolyn
was ready for anything a little less crowded. The fact
that she just might hook up with some good-looking rich
college guy and be the envy of her senior class at
McKinley High School this fall was also a factor in her
going to the club.
They had been at the Club's exclusive beach now for
three hours and for Carolyn it had been a disaster.
Everyone treated her like a little kid. The girls, just
a few years older than her, but all in exclusive
colleges, hardly bothered to recognize her existence at
all. Her suit, a gleaming white, sung, French-cut one-
piece (which she thought really showed her trim figure to
advantage), was practically an overcoat compared to the
thongs everyone was wearing. She hadn't seen so many
naked female butts since in the shower during gym last
year!
The rich, good-looking college guys she was so looking
forward to meeting were here, all right. All they wanted
to do with her was dump hot sand down her cleavage (she
had worn this suit just for them) and watch her run
squealing for cover, where she would once again have to
take it off and shake out the hot, scratchy sand. The
jerks!
Carolyn loved to swim and these idiots hadn't even
been in the water yet. After three hours! It was
maddening. All they wanted to do was eat and drink
imported beer.
So here she was, quietly frying her brains out in the
blazing sun at this exclusive shit-hole.
With disgust, she saw her cousin's friends were now
actually getting ready to go into the water.
"This ought to be good," the teenager smirked to
herself.
Sure enough, when this group finally decided to
actually venture out into the water, it meant going to a
large platform that was anchored about 150 feet from the
beach. Laden with towels, blankets, and the inevitable
coolers, the group practically walked to the platform.
Carolyn was the last person to enter the water and the
first to arrive at the platform, and she wasn't even
trying.
Once there, the members of the group set up shop and
promptly resumed the same reclining positions they had
occupied on the beach.
For Carolyn, it proved the last straw. Furious, she
dove off the three-foot side of the platform and struck
out swiftly away from shore. When she had finally worked
off her anger, she stopped and had a look around.
She found herself quite alone and far from shore. Oh,
great, she thought, as she contemplated the long swim
back to the beach.
"Must have been madder than I thought," she said
ruefully.
Carolyn was still fuming about this latest outrage
when she felt something cold and soft touch her high on
her right hip.
"Hey! Cut that out!" she yelled to her unseen
antagonist. Angry, she quickly ducked under the clear
water but could see no one around her. All she saw was a
small gray shape with what looked like many arms hovering
around her right hip. Even without a face mask, she
could see it quite clearly. That can't be it, she
thought as she looked all about the emptiness surrounding
her once again. She came up to the surface, her eyes
burning from their exposure to the sea water. She
suspiciously looked around the surface for any sign of
those sneaky fraternity guys, but there was still no sign
of anyone around her.
Quietly treading water, Carolyn contemplated the
remainder of the day. Her cousin just had to take her
home. That's all there was to it, she thought.
She went back under for one last look, not wanting to
be ambushed by anyone while she was swimming toward
shore. To her surprise, the octopus was still right
beside her, at the level of her waist. I seem to have
made a friend, she thought. Cute little fella, too, for a
mollusk.
Back on the surface, she readied herself for the long
swim back to the beach. No way would she return to the
platform, she knew. She was finished with those people
for good!
"Whoa! What was that?" She ducked under the
surface to find that the octopus had attached several of
its tentacles to the fabric of her suit, directly above
her right leg-hole.
Carolyn was an avid conservationist who firmly believed
that all animals, if left alone, posed no threat to
people what so ever. So, Carolyn was reluctant to make
any sudden moves which might seem threatening to the
little creature, even though it was now clinging to her
suit. She knew she was well protected by her single-
piece swim suit. Yet, in spite of her good intentions,
her flesh trembled as the octopus moved its tentacles
over the smooth, thin material of her suit.
She became so fascinated by the actions of her marine
companion that her lungs started to burn from lack of
oxygen. She silently said good-by to the octopus and
returned to the surface, gasping for air.
As she regained her breath, Carolyn could feel the
soft tentacles encircle her hips. She couldn't believe
it! It was almost as if they were trying to find a way
into the tight French-cut leg-holes of her suit!
"Oh, no!" she cried. "What if it's looking for a
place to nest or something?"
Back under the surface, she tried to carefully brush
the animal away, but it refused to budge. When it
finally did move, she could only watch fascinated as some
tentacles moved around to the front of her suit and the
main body of the octopus pulled itself there.
Disgusted, Carolyn returned to the surface.
"I don't believe this," Carolyn muttered. There has
to be a way of getting this thing off without hurting it,
she thought.
Back under the surface, she tried to gently lift the
octopus away from her, but it was clamped so strongly to
the thin fabric she felt she was in danger of tearing her
suit in the process. Frustrated, she returned to the
surface, her eyes burning from their prolonged exposure
to the salt water.
"Can't keep this up," she sputtered, shielding her
sore eyes from the glaring sun. "O.K., have it your
way, then."
Using an easy rhythm, Carolyn started her long swim
towards shore, with the octopus still attached to the
front of her tight suit, right over her stomach. This
should give the little stinker something to think about,
she thought gleefully.
As she swam, Carolyn began to sense the oddest
sensation between her legs. Swimming had always made her
feel a little sexy anyway, but never anything like this!
She could feel some of the animal's tentacles flailing
the water around her upper thighs, rubbing the sensitive
flesh there. As if that were bad enough, some had even
worked their way between her thighs and were
inadvertently landing again and again directly upon the
pronounced vee of her pubic bulge, right on the thin
material covering her crotch, causing some touching right
on her vulva!
Oh, my! she thought. That's getting a little
personal, don't you think, octopus? She considered
briefly about stopping, but decided against it. If I
stop for every little thing, she thought, then I'll never
get to shore. Besides, it wasn't like it was some low-
life trying to cop a feel or anything. She was sure she
could take a little discomfort until she got to shore,
and then it would be her turn!
As time went on, the tappings became more regular,
more insistent, and much more difficult for her to
ignore. She tried swimming on her side and even on her
back, but without success. The octopus's tentacles
seemed to naturally find their way right between her
legs. The repeated tappings continued to grow in
intensity, occasionally even turning into outright slaps
which would take her breath away, and all happening
directly onto her increasingly sensitive vulva.
She had never had anything like this happen to her
before, and she was at a complete loss as to what to do
about it. It was her body's most secret and private of
places, and here this stupid sea creature was
(inadvertently of course) constantly touching her there!
Carolyn continued her easy pace towards the beach.
Unfortunately, the strange feelings continued to grow
between her legs. Soon she could feel tentacles moving
over the taut fabric covering her firm buttocks, and
before long they were starting to tingle as well. But,
it was the presence of the animal's body, still clinging
to the lower front of her bathing suit, that she felt the
most.
God damn it! Why did it have to settle right there,
of all places? Carolyn thought with exasperation. It was
causing her to feel quite excited. It's a good thing
that creature doesn't know what it was doing to her, she
thought. It was in a position to really cause her some
serious problems!
As she continued her swim, she felt her face grow
flush at the constant unintentional stimulation her body
was receiving from the octopus. This is getting out of
hand, she thought. Problem is, if I stop to get rid of
that damn animal now, I might never make it back to
shore. It must be scared to death by now, she thought.
It can't hang on for too much longer, can it? All I have
to do is keep focused on the swim back and it will drop
off soon enough. If only this didn't feel so good!
But, to her dismay, the octopus clung to her suit more
tenaciously than ever. She could even feel the front of
her suit being pulled down a bit due to the drag of the
octopus on it. In fact, her suit had dragged down so
much her pert breasts were almost in danger of popping
out! Wait a minute, she thought. Something isn't right
here. Then she felt it. There was now a second octopus,
and it was clinging directly to the tight fabric covering
her chest.
As if one wasn't enough! Carolyn wailed to herself.
What am I, the local Beach Express?
The weight of the octopus on her chest was not only
causing her suit to lower itself in front, it was causing
it to rise in back as well. It was as if the octopus on
her chest was deliberately bunching up the suit's
material, causing it to fit her body tighter and tighter.
She could feel her ass cheeks become more and more
uncovered as the fabric moved up and over the flexing
muscles of her firm buttocks and gather directly into her
ass crack. The pull on her front was for some reason
causing her suit's crotch band to dig painfully right
into her sensitive pussy.
She could feel tentacles moving freely over her now
exposed buttocks. She knew it was crazy but it really
seemed like the tentacles of the lower octopus had
actually helped her bathing suit be pushed farther and
farther up her ass cheeks.
"I hope you're satisfied," she muttered to the lower
mollusk. Like it or not, she thought, she herself was now
wearing a thong. Her behind was completely exposed!
Wow! she thought. I'd better be careful what I think
about them or I'll really start flipping out! They are
just dumb animals, and, aside from being very annoying
and terribly embarrassing, that's all they are. She was
just passing by, fortunately for them and very
unfortunately for her.
She ruefully remembered the time last summer when she
and some friends had gone to the city park. A dog had
come up unbeknownst to her behind her and had stuck his
nose right up underneath the short skirt she was wearing
that day. Carolyn's scream had brought people running
from all over the park, and it was a very big park. The
dog was so scared that when the owner finally coaxed it
out from where it was hiding underneath a bush, she had
to carry the animal home. Carolyn had never been so
embarrassed, and had vowed then and there to try and have
a much more understanding attitude toward seemingly
inappropriate animal behavior.
She continued her swim.
The sensations coming from her lower belly were
intensifying. The tight fabric digging into her crotch
made her labia all that much more susceptible to the
tentacles clinging there. What was going on down there?
she wondered. She could feel quite clearly the pulsing
of the tentacles' suction cups through her thin suit on
her lower abdomen.
Her shoulder straps were now starting to cut painfully
into her shoulders. Her suit was so tight now that every
time she moved an arm in front of her for a stroke, she
could feel her suit dig deep into her vulva. As if those
damned animals weren't enough, now she was turning
herself on!
Yes! She realized to her horror that she could feel
building inside of her the same, oh so secret feelings
she had occasionally given herself while taking a bath
(followed of course by her usual fits of guilt and
remorse). She was being turned on! Carolyn couldn't
believe what was happening to her. Everything kept
exciting her. Everything!
Oh my! Maybe this was God's punishment for those few
times she brought herself to climax while taking a bath!
"I'm sorry, God!" she cried. "It won't happen again.
I promise!"
But the stimulation's to her healthy young body
continued without letup.
Her suit front was now low enough so that her nipples
were constantly rubbing against the suit's upper seam.
A few nasty tentacles now worked they way down the
front of her suit and attached themselves directly over
her crotch! She was sure she could actually feel the
pulsings of the tentacle's suckers on the lips of her
increasingly sensitive vulva. It was maddening! The
sensitive skin of her inner thighs continued to rub
against the soft texture of the tentacles working between
them.
The second octopus was also being busy. Tentacles had
wrapped themselves around her pointed breasts which were
being rhythmically squeezed. Others seemed fascinated
with her increasingly sensitive nipples, now so hard they
felt they were going to poke a hole right through her
suit.
All in all, it was really starting to get to her.
She felt her breasts become heavy within her suit top,
her breath coming faster, her skin positively tingling
with sensation. She knew that if she didn't get out of
the water soon she was going to get it off right there!
Carolyn soon lost track of everything except the
fantastic sensations rising from her breasts and vagina.
Dazed, she looked up once to check her progress and found
to her horror she had been swimming parallel to the beach
and not towards it.
"Oh my God!" she muttered. She knew she was now too
tired to make the beach. Now, it had to be the platform
or nothing. She would just have to face the humiliation
of rejoining the group she had so recently and so
publicly rejected.
During her pause, she felt the octopuses moving, and
their activity caused her great concern.
The one over her stomach moved down and wedged itself
directly between her legs, right over her vulva. It was
terribly embarrassing for the girl but there was nothing
she could do, until she got herself on dry land. Please,
God, don't let anyone see me like this, she prayed
feverently.
Carolyn was so concerned with the actions of the first
octopus, she completely overlooked the actions of the
second. This mollusk had moved up and was now running
tentacles directly into Carolyn's increasingly lowered
neckline, and tentatively onto the soft white flesh of
the unsuspecting girl's increasingly vulnerable breasts.
She resumed her swim, becoming more and more aware of
this flood of sexual feelings building for some reason
she couldn't for the life of her understand. She could
sense that her healthy 18-year old body was responding
eagerly to the unintentional yet continuous caresses.
"No!" Carolyn automatically shouted, trying to fight
the rising pressure within her as she continued her swim
to the platform. Yet, in spite of her resolve, the
debate stormed deep within her. The delicious feelings
continued to build and a secret part of her wanted to
enjoy them. Carolyn could barely continue her swimming,
so overwhelming were the sensations radiating from her
pulsing pussy! She knew she was a good girl, and her
sexual experiences were very limited to say the least.
Under the secret and sensual water, who would ever know
what happened if she should give in to the feelings
rising so strongly within her??
It's not fair, she thought, as the octopuses' flailing
tentacles continued their devilish work on her vulnerable
cunt and breasts. She knew that some had even worked
their way into her bodice, and were actually touching her
sensitive breast flesh! It was all she could do to keep
from screaming at the very thought. They were just dumb
animals, she kept repeating to herself. They can't have
any idea what they were doing to her. They were just
dumb animals.
She was within an arm's reach of the float when her
body finally betrayed her.
"Aaaaugh!" she cried as the orgasm wracked her over-
stimulated body. She could only float as her mind was
flooded with sexual sensations.
NO! It's impossible! It's impossible! Carolyn's mind
screamed as her body spasmed. I've actually climaxed in
my swim suit!
When the major shock waves had subsided, Carolyn
tiredly made her way to the float. As she clung gasping
to one of the lines hanging from the sides of the float,
she was shocked to discover that the furious stimulation
of her crotch continued. She wasn't swimming any more,
yet the seemed the tentacles between her legs were more
active then ever.
She ducked under the water and saw with horror that
the octopus over her pubic area was almost a blur of
activity. What the hell was the damned thing up to,
anyway? she wondered. What could it be thinking of?
She was reaching for the offending mollusk, determined
this time to get it off of her regardless of the cost,
when she was unexpectedly overcome by her second orgasm.
Oh, my God! she thought, as she fought her spasmming
body to reach the relative safety of the surface. I've
done it again! Mom said it only happened once and then
you were done. What's wrong with me?
When the quaking within her finally stopped, Carolyn
with feelings of relief tried to pull herself up onto the
raft, but the seductive action of the octopus on her
fabric-covered crotch never stopped. What was it doing
down there? she wondered again as her third orgasm
unexpectedly hit her.
"Oh!" she gasped, as her body was once again
convulsed by the sexual spasms. After feeling so safe,
the third struck her even more fiercely than the first
one. Falling back into the water, the astonished
Carolyn could only hang helpless onto the line, unable to
react or even really notice when the octopus moved up
the front of her suit until it was right on the edge of
her bodice.
After the all-consuming sensations once again died,
Carolyn suddenly realized the familiar presence of the
octopus between her legs was missing. Her strong young
body had never felt so limp to her before. If was if all
of the strength had been drained out of her. All she
wanted to do right now was curl up in a ball and sleep on
the sun-drenched beach. What was the matter with her?
She began to feel an unfamiliar tingly sensation
coming from her breasts. She looked down and saw with a
shock that the octopus had attached itself to the vee of
her cleavage, some of its tentacles well inside her
bodice, her breasts now being manipulated from both the
inside and outside of her suit. Was no part of her body
safe from these creatures? she thought with despair, as
she made her way the remaining few feet which separated
her from the platform.
"OH!" gasped Carolyn, as her sensitive nipples began
to be repeatedly tweaked inside her swim suit.
"A little time in the sun will fix your wagon," the
dazed teenager said through clenched teeth, as she
reached for one of the ropes which hung from the
platform's sides.
The octopus at her bodice suddenly dove into the
girl's cleavage.
"EEEEEEeeeck!!!" Carolyn shrieked as she felt the
cold presence of the octopus between her breasts.
"It's in my suit! It's in my suit!" she repeatedly
screamed as she frantically pulled her arms from the
shoulder straps and quickly pulled her suit down off of
her chest. . But, before she could reach it, the octopus
had already begun to ooze its way down inside the tight
suit. Try as she might, no matter how low she pulled the
suit, the octopus was always one step ahead of her,
working it way between her breasts and down her stomach
and abdomen.
Soon the suit was bunched around Carolyn's upper
thighs, but the octopus had already fastened itself
directly onto the teenager's vulva.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. The presence of the octopus
directly on her virgin cunt was electric! The girl had
both of her hands on the body of the octopus, but could
not dislodge it. She could feel suckers working directly
on her slit. She tried to fight off the rising pressure
within her as she wrestled with her small molester, but
it was hopeless. She knew she couldn't handle another
cuming, she just couldn't!
She battled with the octopus until a sucker on her
clitoris began to manipulate the little bud.
"OH!"
Overwhelmed by sensations, she could only hold on to
her tormentor for dear life as she was deliberately
peaked yet again and again. Finally, with the ravaged
18-year old on the point of fainting, it mercifully
stopped. Why was it doing this to her? her stunned mind
asked again and again, as she waited for her body's
puslations to finally cease. How was this even possible?
They're animals. They're animals!
She was so dazed by her repeated orgasms, she failed
to notice the octopuses pulling her suit down her hips,
past her thighs and finally off her legs.
When the teenager finally had the energy and the
courage to look under the water, she saw with vast relief
that the creatures had gone, but then so had her suit!
"That's just great!" the exhausted Carolyn cried,
bursting into tears. "Now what am I suppose to do?"
Sobbing, she clung naked to the rope. It was on the
far side of the platform where she was thankfully hidden
from any prying eyes on the beach. Eventually, she got a
grip on her shattered emotions. I must figure a way out
of this. I can't stay here like this, completely naked-
what if someone should see her! She thought with
resentment of any attempt of explaining what had happened
to her suit to this crowd of jokers. I know, she
thought. I'll just stay here in the water until they
return to shore, then ask Tiffany to leave me a beach
towel or something. Perfect! This will work.
Carolyn's rising confidence immediately crashed when
she felt a familiar touch on her right leg.
"Oh, no." Carolyn softly groaned. "Please, not
again.".
She dove under the water, determined this time to be
as hard as she had to be to protect herself. She froze
when she saw in the sun-lit shallows not just one or two
small gray shapes, but hundreds all around her!
Oh, my God! I've got to get out of here! she thought
as she frantically made for the surface. She sped for
the rope and was half-way out of the water when she
looked down and saw her breasts and neatly trimmed pubic
hair glistening with water in the sun. In her panic she
had forgotten she was still naked!
"Tiffany!" she weakly cried as she dropped back into
the water. "Anyone! Help! Please, help me!"
But no one came. They must hear her up on the
platform, she thought frantically. They must!
Something cold and soft immediately touched her just
above her pubic triangle. She ducked back under the
water and saw with horror a single octopus poised
directly in front of her pubic hair. She instinctively
bent over to protect her vulnerable crotch, while using
her hands to try and push the animal away. Carolyn was
so intent on what was happening in front of her, she
totally ignored what could be happening behind her. When
an octopus attached itself directly over her buttocks,
her hips jerked forward as the startled Carolyn's hands
flew behind her to try and remove this humiliating
attachment. Her hips jerked so far forward that the
first octopus was thrust directly onto Carolyn pubic
triangle, where it clung eagerly.
A third octopus now attached itself directly onto
below her left breast. As she struggled frantically to
remove the octopus which had now wedged itself into the
narrow crevasse between her buttocks, Carolyn was only
vaguely aware of the octopus below her chest.
When she returned to the surface for a quick gulp of
air, Carolyn had only a brief time to notice that another
octopus had attached itself to her before she returned to
her struggle beneath the surface. I'll take care of
that later, she thought. Try as she might, she could not
dislodge the persistent mollusk from between her
buttocks. As she struggled, she failed to notice another
octopus fasten itself below her right breast.
Still occupied with what was happening behind her, the
other octopuses were free to fastened their tentacles
around Carolyn's proud upthrust breasts. Each breast now
began to be rhythmically squeezed. A single tentacle
rose from each creature and wrapped itself around the
girl's stiff nipples. Her nipples were expertly stroked
into diamond hardness. She felt this latest humiliation,
but realized she was powerless to do anything about it.
She couldn't be everywhere at once. There were simply
too many of them.
Suddenly exhausted from the useless struggle, she
broke for the surface, determined to leave the water at
any costs. She clung to the rope, sobbing, and gathered
her failing strength for one last effort. As the panting
Carolyn waited, she felt the creatures move freely about
her once proud body, now naked and completely vulnerable
to them. She even had to make it easier for them,
because she had to remain very low in the water due to
her missing suit. What had happened to her bathing suit,
anyway? she thought dully, timidly looking around her in
the water for any sign of it.
More and more octopuses attached themselves to her
defenseless body. Soon, only her arms, legs, and head
remained free of them. The thought of being covered by
those cold, slimy bodies drove Carolyn to the brink of
madness. In her last rational thought, she realized
that the octopuses were covering her body in exactly the
same pattern of her missing swimsuit. After that, all
reason left the teenager.
She screamed and flailed the water frantically, trying
to free herself of the clinging mollusks. She didn't
even notice when the first tentacles entered her vagina.
It was when the tentacles entered her anus that a last
degree of sanity returned to her. Purely guided by some
last instinct for self-preservation, Carolyn herself up
the rope and threw her twitching body onto the empty deck
of the platform.
On the beach, Tiffany shifted in her recliner. She
could still see that her cry-baby cousin Carolyn, after
hanging off of the same rope for the past hour or so, had
finally gotten out of the water. What a mistake it was
to bring her here today, she thought. Little Miss
Perfect was acting surprisingly petulant today for some
reason, and she was simply ruining the entire day for
everyone.
"Ah, there she goes," Tiffany said to her companions
as she watched Carolyn slowly pull herself up the rope
and onto the platform. Her suit, once a gleaming white,
now looked gray and lumpy.
"Stupid idiot. She was probably grubbing around on
the bottom again," Tiffany muttered.
Her group of friends could and did suffer Carolyn's
ill manners for Tiffany's sake, but when she deliberately
splashed sea water on their food with her dive off of the
platform- well, enough was enough! Everyone had
immediately gone back to their old places on the beach,
leaving the platform deserted.
She gave Carolyn one last look before returning to her
group. In spite of the perfect day, the beautiful
teenager seemed strangely riled and was thrashing about
on the deck. There was also a great deal of activity
right where she had exited the water, just below the
surface. Must be waves going against the platform, she
thought.
A couple of the guys offered to go back out there and
"check her out", but that kind of competition Tiffany
didn't need. Besides, if being by herself and throwing a
tantrum is what she wants, then so be it.
When Tiffany went out to the platform to get her
cousin at the end of the day, she was shocked. She found
the unconscious teenager stark naked and completely
covered by small dead octopuses. She was also wearing
the strangest smile Tiffany had ever seen. Tiffany
quickly called to shore and had one of her friends bring
the Club's paramedics.
The paramedics were able to bring Carolyn around and
asked her what had happened, but she could remember
nothing after she dove off of the platform. Probably
hit your head during the dive, they told her.
"It's a good thing the octopuses were there to help
you out," the chief paramedic told the still groggy
Carolyn, as he discreetly reached between her open thighs
and removed a dead octopus hanging half-way from her
pussy, before wrapping her lush nude body reluctantly in
a blanket. This kid must really be sick, thought the
chief, to do something like that to such a noble mollusk.
"Wha...?" the bedraggled teenager responded. "What did
you say? Who helped me?"
"Well, it looks like they protected you. They
actually sacrificed their lives for you. It's one for
the books. They saved you from getting some pretty nasty
third-degree burns, your being naked like that. And in
this sun, too. By the way, don't you know that it's
against Club rules to go nude sunbathing around here?"
The End
