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Oh the pain! I never felt such pain!” At least I knew why he couldn’t swim. “Just try to relax,” I reassured him, “I’m here now and I’ll get you back to safety, don’t worry.” I positioned myself behind him and with one arm occasionally supporting his back and my other keeping his face out of the water, I did my best imitation of a frog, kicking backwards for all I was worth for the shore. Fortunately, we left the tell-tale purple sail of the culprit behind and I was relieved that we weren’t dragging it with us; though what tentacles were still attached to his big body remained to be discovered when we got back to the beach. As we got into the shallows, it became more difficult to keep control of him but somehow I managed to get in-between the rocks and onto the sand, where I had to drag him backwards out of the water. Luckily, he was able to get up onto one leg and, with his good arm over my neck for support, I was able to get him back up the beach to where I had been sitting, just below the fort. I sat him down on my towel and, with a groan, he collapsed onto his back. He was still fully clothed; in his “X-Men” t-shirt that clung tight to his rippled chest and his blue shorts; blue designer shorts that now clung even more tightly to every curve and bulge of his thighs and groin. I was getting a hard-on just looking at him. But all down one arm, he was covered in red welts and there were bits of tentacle still attached to his shirt around his midriff and down one side of his anal shorts. There were more red welts on the lower part of his “good” arm and hand, where he had obviously tried to pull bits off himself in the water. In my back-pack I carried a small first-aid kit and I retrieved it and knelt beside him, as I took tweezers and began to carefully pick off all the bits of tentacle I could find and any remaining barbed stings still embedded in his flesh. He winced every time I carefully pulled each one off. He was a pitiful, helpless sight; a pale shadow of the strong hero who had, just hours beforehand, gripped me in his firm hold beneath the sea in that passionate lovers embrace. I stroked his face and brushed the hair out of his half-closed eyes. He turned his head towards my hand and kissed tits it. “I knew you’d come for me,” he whispered, “Just like you always do.” I sat him up and gave him two strong painkillers and told him to swallow them. He looked at them in his hand and then at me, grimacing. “I can’t take tablets without water,” he complained, with a pained expression that made him look more like a schoolboy than a grown man. I looked at him in disbelief. Then I sighed and reaching into my back-pack, I brought out a bottle of water. “Here,” I said, “you big baby,” as I gave it to him. He took his tablets, like the good boy that he really was; like the good little brother that had haunted me throughout my youth. I peeled his sexy t-shirt off him as gently as I could, while he kept going “ouch!” every time I touched a bit of him that hurt. I lay him back down and could see where the side of his torso was covered in red blotches where, even through his t-shirt, he had been stung quite badly. His lightly hairy chest heaved and strained; his breathing wasn’t right either. It was probably the shock; extreme shock – and pain. He’d probably been stung through his shorts too, I realized, as he lay there, moaning and groaning, coughing and still in agony. I looked down at his bare tummy, tender and exposed and quivering with pain; but my hard-on got harder, as I gazed at the “treasure-trail” of black hairs that led from his asshole navel down to his waist, where the top of his briefs showed just above his shorts. She looks a little nervous but is smiling and has a great body. The comment was from Roy, who then added eagerly, "Turn her round, Jack, I want to see her arse." Janet stood up awkwardly as her hands sexy were still bound behind her and she moved aside so Miss Jones could sink down. But she could feel that itch forming in her. Eliza could see the worm clearly now. “Come feast on my clam!” moaned my daughter. It was just… Julia looked so pretty in the fire light. After I got her top off, I reached down and squeezed one. Margaret had sampled nearly every sexual variation known, but she had never really had her fill of double-penetration. He was about to ask how they broke whatever spell Jessica’s ghost put on her, but remembered that love had been the one thing that allowed his women to resist the Outsider when it commanded big them to kill tits him. Not long now and she will be off to Uni. Talk about timing. The friction increased, the pleasure rippling through me. I kneaded her tits, squeezing her perky mounds, then found her nipples. The ironic part was that this farm girl wasn't ugly or homely-looking at all (appearance-wise). We both looked at the door, then at each other. You chuckle at this. “A guy getting hard from looking at his sister.” I usually stayed in the asshole guest room. My right hand reached down to Lacy's nearly-exposed tits, and my fingers slid in and through her slutty fishnet top. Jennie sipped hers; as Stephen anal pulled out one of the chairs and allowed Jennie to sit like a true gentleman before taking the seat opposite her.