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17tentacles wrapped around each arm, each leg, and with one remaining curled around her waist%u2014the ones on her arms stretching them out and the ones around her legs pulling them wide apart. Holding her thus, the tentacles in her rectum and vagina slid out and thrust in again, repeatedly. The pleasure she felt was beyond describing. The creature desired her so completely that it was fucking her freely now without concern or restraint. The creature from the swamp was letting itself go on her and enjoying itself, unreservedly.The tentacles moved so fast and so easily in and out of her, their oil-coated membranes providing a perfect lubricating medium, and the suckers creating a rippling sensation inside of her vagina and her rectum right up and into the deepest recess of her bowels. Another tentacle came out of the darkness to slide, with such care and seeming knowledge, over her clitoral area; each sucker along its length, pausing briefly to suckle and kiss her clitoris.She began a sequence of spontaneous, constantly-repeating orgasms, building to a point where her bladder released and she felt no longer in her body but was instead, drifting through galaxies, space, and the stars. She lost consciousness then.It was daylight. Two things woke her: the sound of a clapped out car-engine starting up and driving away, and the large octopus-like creature sliding off her and splashing into the water. She realised her mother and father were going into town. It was Friday and time for her father%u2019s weekly parole visit and then after, a thieving, shop-lifting day for the two of them in town. She had done a dangerous thing falling asleep at the edge of the water. She wondered if the creature had stayed with her all night to protect her should a gator or a boa came to predate her, an easy meal Swamp Tramp