~A brief fantasy for the octopus enraptured~
“Go on, no one is gonna see you, Mandi!” His voice was taunting, teasing.
“Lance…it’s…for fucksake, there’s like 40 people at the party!”
“Yah, forty shit-faced people hanging around a lame-assed pool when there’s an entire gorgeous ocean out there! Look~” His arm flashed out, palm out, showcasing the gentle toss of black waves, tipped with moonlight.
“It’s hot, you know how hot it is. This wind is crazy! Can’t you just imagine how that silky water will feel against our skin? How I’ll feel, rubbing up against you and helping you swim?”
“I don’t need help to swim.”
“You don’t need to be the prude. I’ve seen you naked before! The ocean doesn’t care if you wear a bikini…”
“But *I* care if one of those drunks comes down here and …watches.”
“They won’t see anything. Drunk. Dark. You’re brunette. In the water you’ll be almost invisible!”
She sighed, then peeled her tank, tugging up from the hem, exposing long, lean swatches of alabaster skin, gilded under the fat full moons glow. Her breast popped free, and he felt his cock harden in response. Mandi’s tits were gorgeous, full and ripe, big as grapefruits, and topped with the biggest nips he’d ever seen. They looked like pencil erasers when aroused, like now, when the hot breeze blew across her skin. Her long hair swung free of the top as she threw it from her wrist, one long tendril cupping her left tit. His hand closed in response, and he had to lick his lips to keep from drooling. His cock was heavy as a stone now as he watched her slide the skirt over down, down, until her bare pussy was exposed, the thick lips he knew were succulent and sweet barely seen in the darkness.
“Well?” she asked, coquettishly thrusting her hip at him, her body thrusting out, seeming to beg for his touch.
“Jesus, Mandi….maybe we should stay on the beach and…”
“I hate sand in my pussy. And now I want to swim. You can fuck me in the water…if you can catch me!”
Turning, she dashed into the water, her laughter flowing up from the waves. Quickly he stripped off his shirt, his jeans, stopping to tug on the laces of his high-tops. Unbalanced on the sand, he tipped over. With a grumble, he twisted from his knees to his ass, and fought the damn knot that kept him from the water.
“Hurry up…” she called, her voice sounding miles away, thanks to the wild wind blowing heated air from the land and into the sea.
“Fucking laces,” he moaned, trying to sit with his leg up enough to tussle with the strings, while the thick cock in his pants throbbed. Finally, he thought as the knot slipped apart. Off came one sneaker, then the other. Pulling off his sand-crusted underwear, he turned and dashed for the cooling water, and the hot babe bobbing out there somewhere.
“Mandy,” he called. “Mandy, where are you?”
Only the sound of the wind slapping the waves. Only the sound of waves hissing on the sand behind him. Only the sighing of water surrounded him.
Sounds of the night, but not of woman.
“What an ass,” she said to herself. What was it with guys and high tops? She could be hanging here, rubbing herself against him, feeling his warmth, the chill of the water, the heat of the wind. She could be wrapping her legs around his waist, sliding her pussy down, down, until her cunt gobbled up his magnificent cock. But no. Here she swam, slowly, waiting. Waiting.
It wrapped around her waist so fast that she had no warning. Cold suckers grabbed for skin, and a quick tug pulled her under. Struggling, moaning, trying to hold her breath, she lashed out. She was raised up, coughing, and stole a fast breath.
“Ohgod ogod,” she moaned, seeing the tentacles wrapped around her arms. She had heard of the single-toothed beast, and wondered if she was going to be octopus-food.
“Oh please please let me g….”
She yelped unintelligibly as something thick and cold pressed into her cunt. She felt suction on her nipples, felt them squeezed tightly, even as they rose into hard thick stubs.
Her head fell back into the water as her entire body convulsed in a fierce orgasm. The thing had suctioned against her clit, seemed to be working it like it was a tiny penis, rubbing it, sucking it, and then that quick little shocking stab of pain.
“What are you doing to meeeooohgodohgod…”
She felt herself squirting into the water, felt the heat of her fluids jettison from her body. She trembled fiercely. Every touch of the beast began to drive her crazy with intense lust. Even when she felt the probing push of another tentacle at her anus, she didn’t resist it, though she had always refused to consider ass fucking before.
It drove up into her bowels, injecting her with liquid she could feel sloshing into her abdomen. It hurt, and it felt strange. The tentacle slid free, and she felt the fluid sluicing out her asshole. A bigger, thicker arm slid up into her backdoor, stretching her rectum painfully. The thing in her cunt began thrusting, harder, faster.
She trembled. She arched, her body a rigor of pleasure. She came with an intensity that shocked her, her toes curling tightly, her hands clenched, her eyes rolled back into her head as her womb opened, accepting the thick wad of goop the beast was pouring into her.
Then it was over. She was groggy, used, Empty but for the thick gobs of cum buried deeply in her belly. She was towed from the small cove that the beast had tugged her to, and released. Stunned, she fell onto her back, and floated.
He bumped into her almost by accident.
“MANDI!” he yelled, tugging her into his arms, cradling her head. She was cold, and groggy.
“I think you might have hit your head on one of the rocks that jut out near the cove,” he said.
“Uh…yeah..maybe. My head hurts some.”
He began swimming towards shore.
“It’s okay, baby, I gotcha.”
“Lance. Fuck me. Right now. Fuck me.”
Her feet came in contact with sand. They were near the beach, but she didn’t care. Still laced with the lust-drug from the beast she only knew her pussy needed a violent pounding.
Leaning against him, her fat tits rubbing his chest she whispered
“Fuck me hard. Do me rough. Like it doesn’t matter I’m your girlfriend. Like I’m not.”
His cock grew hard as iron, and though he would feel guilty about it later, he bent her at the waist and took her hard from behind. In the dark, water slapping around their thighs, he drove into her with enough force to drop her to her knees in the water, her face barely above the surf. His hips pumped hard, staccato beats against her ass as his cock laid waste to her pussy. She moaned, squirted. He felt the hot gush against his balls, and lost it.
Grabbing her hips, he buried himself to the hilt, grinding himself against her soft hot body and let string after string fill her up.
He’d made her pregnant. Her belly swelled quickly, just a month after the beach party. They hadn’t seen one another after that. She heard he had a new girlfriend, a blonde bimbo with plastic tits and bubble shaped ass. Thinking about that scene on the beach though, always made her hot, made her crazy horny. She used her dildo’s but could never quite manage the same level of fierceness that made her cum so hard.
Two months after the beach party, she felt her belly rumble. Her mood was sour. Work sucked. Traffic sucked. People sucked. She drove to the beach when it was dark. Watching the moon paint the waves calmed her spirit. Walking at the edge of the beach, she came to the little rocky inlet. A man was there, sitting feet in the water, watching her.
“Hi,” she said, hesitantly. “Do..I know you?”
In the dark, there was something hauntingly familiar about him. She wasn’t afraid. She was calm, curious.
“Intimately,” he replied, holding out his hand. “Come, little one. It is time.”
Drawing her close, he slid her clothing from her body, as she stood, accepting. Pulling her to the water, he hooked an arm under her breasts, and towed her out to where the moon hung on the waters edge.
“Let them go,” he whispered, pinching her nipple.
A shocking cramp seized her, and she felt something leaving her body, sliding out her vagina, squeezing past her swollen pussy lips. Another, and another, until she was empty.
“Thank you, little one.”
He kissed her then, pulling her close. She felt a pinch on her breast and fell deeply asleep.
She woke when the Santa Ana winds caressed her cheek, tossing her hair, and sand into her face. She lay high above the tidemark, nestled cozily between two warm rocks.
How strange, she thought, that I fell asleep on the beach. Still, it was the best night’s sleep she’d had in a long time.
The ocean was certainly a wondrous place. Rising, smiling, she rose, brushing herself off, and headed back up the beach to her car. It was going to be a wonderful day.
Far out in the water, he watched her go. She was safe now. He’d kept watch as she slept. She had been the perfect incubator for his offspring. He felt a curious yearning for her.
“Come” he thought, flicking his dorsal tentacle through the water, directing the dozen nestlings out to the deeper waters where they would grow and prosper.
He looked towards the beach at the woman for a moment. It was time to break this enchantment, at least for now. But, he would be back someday.
And she would return.