Again, she had no problem, especially with the delicate use of a couple of the suction cups under her tentacles.
The other tentacles all poked into my hole.
I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations caused by her tentacles and the overactive nerves of my needy hole.
The first one went deep very quickly.
With one smooth push she had it all the way inside me, to the very back, pressing against my womb.
I gave one long moan during this push and a sigh after she reached the back.
There, it slowly pressed back and forth on my insides, feeling for something.
The other tentacles she tried to push in as far as possible.
Most of them only made it a few inches inside of me.
The deepest tentacle was quite large and stretched my hole enough as it was.
It was a little uncomfortable, all these tentacles trying to gain entry.
I gently put a hand on her head and whispered to her.
“Relax, baby.
Be gentle.
” She listened, being a kind and compassionate mother octopus.
She pulled all but the one tentacle out of me.
She started to poke around the back of hole until she partially pushed through my cervix.
She gently pushed deeper.
Her tentacle slid through my cervix and into my womb.
There was only a slight discomfort at the initial breach.
I gasped slightly.
“Careful, Mamma… that’s very deep.
” What she was doing was looking for a safe place to lay her eggs.
She must have attributed laying eggs with the smell of sex, because it wasn’t me who taught her to lay her eggs there.
The first time we did this, she acted with little of my help and only the smell of my sex to guide her.
By now she knew that this was a safe place, and I a willing host.
She still checked, though.
Every time I could count on this sexual stimulation.
She may only do it because I ask her.
She knows it gives me pleasure.
After gently probing around the inside of my womb, a very strange but pleasurable sensation, she began to pull out of me.
I grasped my hand tightly around the tentacle as she slid it out of me.
My hole began to contract already.
It grasped tightly at the tentacle – trying to slow its way out of me – then released, only to squeeze again, and again, and again.
She knew she was giving me pleasure.
The first time we did this together she wanted to pull right out of me and get right to laying her eggs inside of me.
She knew now that I loved this part and took some more time to do it.
I could feel that she was almost out of me when she stopped and started to push back in again.
I smiled, glad that she hadn’t forgotten.
My back arched and I bent my tail towards the surface.
She quickly had her tentacle all the way inside me again, up to my cervix.
She pulled out partially… then slid back in… then out… then in.
She twisted it as she went which added exponentially to my pleasure.
The sensation was different where her suction cups glided in me.
I could distinguish between the top and bottom of her tentacle, even deep inside me, because I could feel those wonderful grasping pads sliding in and out and around in circles as she twisted and thrusted.
“Oh…yes! Oh, baby…yes, that’s good…th…there… right there.
Mmmm.
” My words were intermingled my moans and cries as I quickly neared orgasm.
It didn’t take long for this slow, sensual fuck to do so.
My hole started to clench tightly around her tentacle again.
The small fins on either side of my slit lifted to grasp tightly around the soft tentacle My tail started to spasm, I felt the orgasmic sensation spread quickly from deep in my hole to my stomach, up to my chest.
I grasped my breasts and tightly pulled my nipples.
I arched my back again.
I closed my eyes tightly.
My mouth was open as short cries escaped in quick succession.
I touched the tip of my tongue to my top lip and started to moan.
Mamma was still going in and out and twisting back and forth.
“Mamma…don’t stop! Don’t stop!.
.
.
Oh…don’t…” My words were lost to my orgasm.
It overrode all logic in my mind.
All I knew or felt was pleasure.
Pleasure that tore through my body again and again.
Fluids gushed out from my hole.
The familiar smell of it was everywhere.
I tasted it in my gills now.
It only added to the pleasure that beat through my body.
I was completely lost in orgasm.
My loudest, longest cry yet squeezed out of my throat.
Pleasure just tore again and again up and down my body, strongest every time it passed over my hole which tightened again and again around the thrusting tentacle.
I felt myself pass the peak of the orgasm.
My entire body tightened.
My tail slapped down into the sand.
It began to subside.
My heart pounded under my breast.
My breathing was very fast.
The pleasure that coursed through me slowly diminished to a calm pulsing.
I grabbed her tentacle and slid it deep into my one last time.
I took a deep breath and held it and the tentacle inside me.
I arched my back one last time then exhaled and laid back down, letting go of the tentacle.
She knew I was done and slowly pulled her long appendage out of me.
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned as it at last slipped out of my oily hole.
“Oh Mamma, nobody does it like you,” I whispered in the serenity and peace that occurs after the violent but terrific blasts of an orgasm.
Her other tentacles released their grip on my slit; my scales didn’t entirely close again, not after receiving her large tentacle in and out so many times.
The water felt cool in my burning hole which gaped enough to take some in.
Now I could just sit back and let her finish.
This part is quite enjoyable to me though I seldom orgasm while she does it.
I reached around behind her as she crawled up to put her belly on my hole.
I felt underneath her for her eggsack.
“Oh my goodness! Baby, you must be aching to get off.
You’re full!” I was very happy to find it bulging with many eggs.
Each of the few times that I came to her before, she had only three or four eggs.
Finding male seed afterwards was never a problem.
This mother belonged to a very special species.
Her eggs had nearly all the ingredients of a whole baby octopus.
They only needed a little insemination from the sperm of nearly any male animal.
I’ve hatched these eggs three times, each time with a male of my own species (though he didn’t and still doesn’t know what he was a part of).
This time she’s holding dozens of eggs inside of her.
I may not be able to keep it a secret this time though.
There will be so many eggs inside me that a bulge in my stomach might be noticeable.
I was very excited though.
And of course, if I didn’t take them, Mamma would lay them in the rocks somewhere, where they would never grow and hatch; I was yet to see a male octopus at this cove to mate with the mother.
She now had her soft belly against my hole.
Her tentacles wrapped tightly around my tail and waist, pulling her snugly against me.
I felt her funnel poking out of her hole at the entrance of mine.
Her funnel was like a dick, kind of.
It was soft and flexible but firm enough to penetrate me.
After stuck into me, it acted as a funnel, a pipeline; it guided her large eggs deep inside me.
I witnessed firsthand how it worked when we first met.
I watched her squeezing them through her funnel as she laid her eggs in the sand.