I was so attracted to this mother when I first saw her doing this.
The eggs were fairly large, clear with a soft shell and glistened in the sand.
They were filled with a pink fluid that would soon nourish her baby children.
After releasing her eggs she expelled a large amount of a clear, oily fluid that could be seen in the water, followed by spurts of something orange and gooey.
Her funnel was just barely poking against my open hole now, when I felt it expand like a mouth and the first egg came out.
“Careful, baby.
You’re not inside me yet.
” She pushed her funnel out further.
She had a hard time pushing the first egg inside me.
I put both my hands on her head in an attempt to comfort her as she struggled to gain entry into me.
Granted I was wet and gaping but she still struggled.
She pushed against the egg with her funnel which was soft and limp, not like a true hardon.
At last the egg plopped into my hole, passed the entrance where I was tightest.
The funnel pushed the egg deep into me, about halfway up my hole.
She was now inside me again.
Earlier she was fucking me but now she was truly having sex with me in her own way.
I was happy to share such a thing with her, to take in her eggs.
“I’m ready, baby,” I said, more emotionally than I realized.
I felt her body heaving, like a heart beating.
Each beat pushed her eggs down and out of her and directly into me.
Such a sensual exchanging of life from her body into mine made me both hot and emotional.
Once she started she didn’t stop.
She filled the remainder of my hole with her soft eggs until no more could fit, though she continued pumping them into me.
The pressure inside me grew until it gave way suddenly as the first egg suddenly poked into and slipped through my cervix.
That was it.
The first egg into my womb.
There it would stay until it hatched as a living, baby octopus.
The second egg pressed against my cervix, met resistance, then popped in.
The third did the same, and the fourth.
Soon my cervix wasn’t closing after each egg so they went in much quicker.
I counted them as I felt them plop into my womb which I could feel expanding with each egg.
Five, and then six, and then seven, then eight, nine, ten, eleven.
.
.
I gasped and grunted as each egg popped into my womb.
Unh…unh…um…umh…ooh.
I stopped counting at fourteen.
I could feel orgasmic pleasure starting to develop and pulsate deep inside me again.
The inside of my hole was getting more stimulation than I had expected because so many eggs were passing into me.
This was always a strange sensation.
It felt as if something whether a penis or tentacle was sliding into me nonstop.
As if I was taking into me something of infinite length, something that never ended.
The usual feeling during conventional sex was the sensation of in, out, in, out, in, out.
This was nothing but in.
I just kept taking more and more.
My stomach was starting to expand as my womb stretched to contain Mamma’s many eggs.
I pressed a hand on my belly and could feel my womb inside stretched tight and full of soft eggs.
I watched and could see my stomach growing right before my eyes as each egg plop… plop… plopped into me.
I was pregnant and becoming more so every second.
The thought did occur to me what if she has more than I can take? I still had to take in the oily fluid that she expelled afterward, but my faith in her told me she wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
I trusted her and she trusted me.
I wanted to say something to her now to prove my faith, but I only looked into her eye with my own eyes releasing tears into the water.
I felt what we were doing now was beautiful or perfect, something like that.
It’s hard to explain.
I slipped my hand under her and slid it towards where our bodies were conjoined so sensually, where her sex fit like a puzzle piece into mine.
I felt the eggs between my fingers as they passed into me.
At last, the train of eggs slowed and finally stopped.
I could feel the funnel inside of me, still full of eggs.
I could still feel Mamma heaving on top of me, trying to push and push.
After the eggs stopped moving I knew that she was about to shoot her oil into me.
Her tentacles grasped tight again and again as she squeezed and squeezed, getting ready to release into me.
This is the part that I can tell she enjoys.
This gives her pleasure, and I’m happy to let her to orgasm into me.
“Come on, baby.
I want it.
I want it so bad,” I whimpered.
My hand between both our bodies I turned palm upwards.
Her funnel was between my middle and ring finger.
I massaged the soft skin around her hole to encourage her.
I felt pressure beginning to build inside of me.
I felt then saw her warm oil streaming out from between us, escaping back out my vagina as she sprayed into me.
I rubbed and massaged intensely, hoping to increase the force of her release.
The pressure got stronger and stronger until at last it gave and the remaining eggs shot up into my womb followed by a torrent of warm oil.
“Oh! Oh….
nhhhh…mmmm!” My cervix hurt but the warm oil gushing through afterwards was soothing.
The entire length of my hole and my stomach began to tingle and go numb.
This happened every time.
The oil had some sort of anesthetic in it.
I loved it.
I felt it filling every little crevice around the eggs inside me.
I felt my womb expanding and growing.
It didn’t hurt.
It only increased the tingling of the numbness in my belly.
Mamma pulled herself tight against me, spraying into me the last of her fluids.
I no longer felt it gushing up into me.
She was still, holding herself tightly against me.
She twitched once, then twice.
Then she slowly relaxed and let go of me with her tentacles.
My hand was still between us.
I had stopped massaging her during the release.
Her body felt warm, almost hot, especially where my hand was.
I looked at my belly and rubbed my hand over it.
“Baby Mamma, you’ve absolutely filled me,” I said faintly.
I felt her funnel still inside me.
It had subsided now, with nothing streaming through it.
Now it was about the size and firmness of a limp hardon.
The water smelled and tasted strongly of both our fluids, but more of her oil.
She reached her tentacles over my scales, to my skin, and over my large belly.
She began to crawl up my body as she usually did.
As she did, her funnel pulled out of me.
I felt it, hot and oily, between my fingers.
I felt it slide over my tight belly as she crawled up my body.
She stopped below my breasts, wrapping her tentacles around and over them and down my back as well.
Like this we usually rested after having sex.
I gently wrapped my arms around her and lean forward to plant a kiss on her head.
She responded by tightly squeezing my breasts and back.
We rested for a little time like this.
I could still feel her funnel on my skin between our bodies, yet to recede back into her body.
I thought of something that we hadn’t done before.
“Come on, baby.
” I rolled over onto my stomach.
Mamma released her tentacles and floated in front of me.
“Now just relax baby,” I said to her.
Her funnel was floating there with her, white and limp.
The opening at the end was fairly wide.