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Octopus
By Anonymous
Dave took a step back, and watched Maggie unbutton her blouse. He
could see she was breathing heavily. Was it from fear or excitement,
he wondered. She dropped the blouse to the wet beach and quickly
unsnapped her bra. It fell atop the shirt. Dave knew then, seeing her
erect nipples and goose-pimple flesh that her arousal was intense.
Five paces before her, the creature coiled its glistening tentacles.
It waited patiently, as if knowing the prey would come to it. Maggie
slowly unzipped her jeans. She slid them down her legs, then sat in a
shallow puddle to get them past her feet. She sat in the soft wet
sand, naked but for the panties. She pulled this last item down her
thighs. Dave felt an erection building in his loose shorts. He could
sense his woman was nearing orgasm before even making contact with the
beast. She lay back, nude on the beach. Her eyes closed. Unconsciously
her right leg extended, leaving a shallow trench in the sand.
As if to accept the invitation, a lone wet tentacle reached from the
octopus' mass of limbs and gently encircled her ankle. Maggie gasped a
simple, "Please." She was slowly dragged along the beach as the other
arms slowly moved along her legs.
The creature's size at first shocked the two visitors to this lonely
stretch of beach. From all they had heard, to see an octopus towering
over them at twice Dave's height still sent waves of goose flesh
across their backs. As they approached and the thing sensed their
arrival, their apprehension was quickly replaced with almost unnatural
erotic fascination. Maggie had all but ignored her husband at that
moment, moving closer even as Dave stopped. That had been their plan
from the beginning. She would approach first and he would observe the
events.
Dave knew now, watching her naked body slide along the sand, that she
would have given herself to it no matter what. The sexual pull the
monster seemed to emanate was dizzying in its intensity.
The creature became more animated with every inch of Maggie's arrival.
The remaining seven limbs greeted her, wrapping around her shins and
thighs. This was going to happen, Dave thought, fighting for breath.
Maggie was being pulled toward into this thing, into some unseen
mouth, swallowed forever. Would it be slowly, he wondered. Would the
beast try and devour her quickly before she could be snatched away?
A faint sucking sound drifted across the beach from the coupling
bodies of the woman and beast. Dave gazed longingly at Maggie's
thighs. The skin curved at the press of the large arms. Her skin was
caressed, and where the appendage moved away Dave noticed red circles.
The suction cups on its arms suckled her skin, tasting her all over.
Maggie ran fingers through her red hair, eyes closed. Her lips moved
in soundless conversation. Her hair landed in the small rivulets of
water the ocean tossed beneath her.
The octopus pulled her closer. Maggie's toes touched the soft, pliant
skin. Tentacles reached further up, along the hair between her legs.
They slid across her belly which moved quickly up and down in silent
pleasure. Her legs parted. A lone tentacle wrapped around her waist
and over her crotch. It stopped, pulsating, suckling at her clitoris
as if to draw the moisture from her; slowly, languidly. Maggie moaned,
reaching down and stroking the arm which worked at her like a lover.
Breasts swelled between her biceps.
The creature's stance changed. It's bottom raised to reveal a hidden
anatomy, where the mass of flesh met the wet sand. Dave could see
where the eight tentacles converged, growing thicker and less flexible
in a web of flesh. A thick tube emerged like an erection. At its tip a
mouth opened, thin lines of wet spittle stretched then parted as the
mouth opened to its full diameter. One of the tentacles slid between
Maggie's buttocks, pressing them down and parting the fleshy mounds.
Her midsection arched. She offered a deep cry of pleasure. It was a
scene Dave recognized from the hundreds of photos and first hand
experiences as an oceanographer. Maggie was being slowly gathered up.
The creature prepared her, gently, carefully, for swallowing.
The octopus was larger than any Dave had ever seen in his ten years of
aquatic research. This thing was a freak of nature. But it was more
than this which drew him and his wife to this remote shoreline of Cape
Cod. The reports, from those lucky enough to have escaped, drew the
couple with more strength than any professional interest. The reports
were of almost-unbearable ecstasy. Of being not so much attacked, as
raped. The creature played with those it caught, in such a way as to
make one think more of love-making than eating. The two women and one
man who gave their reports all stated if they hadn't been pulled
away by someone else, they would have let the monster swallow them
whole. Dave and Maggie became obsessed with this notion. To be so
consumed with lust you would let yourself be eaten alive.
It was too much to ignore. The survivors were scoffed at, labeled
lunatics, but one couple listening to their stories became more
obsessed every day. Dave and Maggie's burning need for this unlimited
pleasure drove them here, during a gray dawn on a lonely beach. Their
search was now complete, with Maggie's writhing pleasure on the beach,
tangled in the wet sucking grip of a creature bent on swallowing her
alive.
Maggie's toes were guided along the soft wet skin of the creature,
along the rippled side of the protruding throat, into the orifice
that was the mouth. She began sobbing and whispering , "Yes, please,"
so quietly Dave had to strain to hear. Her body lay lost in the
rapture of the creatures' massaging of her legs, ass, crotch. Now her
breasts received the gentle squeezing of its embrace. The tentacles
quivered, coated her skin with a viscous liquid, allowing it to rub
under her mounds of flesh, across and over her throat, coating her in
a coat of transparent slime. Her body sported hundreds of small
circles where the cups sucked on the flesh. Dave felt something
happening to his own body. His cock strained forward, ready to burst.
He fumbled for the belt and fly of his shorts. They fell away, onto
the sand around his bare feet. He wore no underwear. His full erection
aimed toward the creature and the woman it consumed. He threw off his
shirt, needing to feel the cool breeze across his body.
At the top of octopus' mouth, a triangular lip extended, rubbing at
her toes and ankles. As it did, it built suction within the tube.
Slowly, easily, she slid into the mouth up to her knees. Her back
arched again as two more tentacles slid back and forth along her ass.
Dave whispered, "Maggie? Are you..." but the words died in his throat.
He was too turned on, too lost in this hormonal madness to say
anything more.
He and Maggie had made a pact with each other. He would pull her away
before things went too far, before she was lost to the monster. But
now, watching as the creature's mouth close around her thighs, the wet
heavy lip suckling at her legs and pubic hair, writhing tentacles
wrapping around her breasts and neck, one curling along her cheek and
entering her mouth, Dave knew the truth. He would not stop this.
Maggie would be completely swallowed alive into the pulsating throat.
Part of him screamed 'stop this' in his head. 'Stop this, get her out
now. She'll die', but it was a distant voice in the wind, a thought
without weight. He wanted her in this thing. Wanted her to slide up
the throat, out of sight, squirm in its waiting belly.
At this thought, seeing Maggie's eyes roll in her head as she sucked
the tentacle in her mouth, Dave's excitement exploded. The pumping
rhythms of his cock shot a stream of seamen into the cool air. The
steaming come landed across the sand and down his leg. It felt
wonderful, like ejaculating from a wet dream. He moaned, fell to his
knees, kneaded the softening cock in his hands to squeeze every bit of
juice from it. He never took his eyes from Maggie as she slid further
into the throat.
The excited, quivering lip of the octopus pulled away from its
constant stroking of her crotch. The mouth stretched wide to allow her
hips to slid in, then the end of the extended organ closed around her
waist. Maggie's legs were twisting shapes through the stretched
throat muscles.
he organ was translucent, allowing Dave to see her
legs sliding over themselves in its narrow confines. The image of his
own swollen cock stretching into a condom came to mind. The dark
triangle of hair between her thighs was a mere blur, moving upward
along the pulsating tunnel. Her feet were gone, lost in the darkness
under the hulking mass of limbs. Maggie released the stiffening
tentacle as it moved in and out of her throat, and caressed the wet
skin of her own breasts, pinching the nipples. She glided trembling
fingers along her belly. As she was sucked into the monster further,
her hands became trapped in the wet maw. She tried to pull them free.
Then obviously realizing her struggles were useless she slid her arms
further in until they pressed against her legs. The tentacle in her
mouth withdrew slowly. Maggie took in a large gulp of air.
Her breasts pressed upward as the sucking mouth moved against them.
The single protruding lip pressed on their flesh, allowing the
creature's mouth to move slowly over them, stop for a moment as her
nipples slid under the wet, suckling skin, then slowly close in around
her throat.
Dave' cock stretched once more into the cool morning air. He realized
that he would soon lose sight of her forever. 'Are you mad?' the voice
in his head demanded once more. 'Pheromones, you idiot. This thing
exudes pheromones like there's no tomorrow. It's got you crazy with
desire, but it's just a chemical. Fight it!'. He listened to the words
in his mind, and it made sense. He saw the obscured shape of Maggie's
breasts in the tube, pressed against her chest but sliding with
tremendous ease into the darker recesses underneath the creature. Her
body writhed with excruciatingly intimacy in the throat.
With one final gasp she turned her head. Her face and hair slid
completely inside, gone to Dave forever. The sight of her figure being
pushed along by the rippling throat muscles filled every pore of his
body with a painful desire. He stroked his fingers lightly across his
member, not surprised to feel it rock hard once more. He watched
Maggie's body disappear inside the monster.
'She's heading for the stomach,' he thought, taking an unconscious
step forward. 'In the sac, where the internal organs are. She's going
slide into it and be digested.'
He approached the octopus. The tentacles brushed against him, warm and
wet against his naked belly and buttocks, but did not bar his way.
Dave saw the bulging sac that served as the creature's head falling
back behind the massive body. Was that Maggie's shape, he wondered,
traveling along the side of the thing's body? The one lone eye of his
companion watched with seeming disinterest. Now and then, a warm wet
arm would slide up Dave's back, sending shivers throughout his body.
He stared at an area just below the eye. The breathing hole opened and
closed with rhythmic breaths. It took in air through this opening,
passing it to the internal gill system that provided oxygen to the
organs. The organs which were slowly digesting his wife, he realized
with too much pleasure.
The breather hole continued to pulse. Dave found himself fascinated
with the beat and rhythm of its movements. His cock seemed to strain
forward of its own accord, driven by an unheard invitation. He stepped
forward, feet sinking slightly on the wet sand.
Slowly, carefully, he placed his member into the opening, and rested
it on the fleshy mass swelling from the inside. Would the creature let
him do this? It did not pull away, or try to stop him. Dave's senses
reeled, and he fell forward against the soft body. His cock slid the
its full length into the orifice. It was so warm inside. The creature
continued its steady breathing, and with the movement slid the fleshy
wad back and forth underneath the man's swell. It was now Dave's turn
to moan. He let his full weight rest against the body. Tentacles ran
tenderly across his legs and buttocks, suckling his skin.
He could hold back no longer. Pumping with a rhythm to match the sea
creature's, his cock shot seamen into the invisible reaches inside the
breather. At once the tentacles held him firmly against the wet
softness of itself and the breathing hole closed tightly against his
still-shooting cock. Suction like none other pulled the ejaculate out
of him. Inhuman arms gripped his back and legs, holding him firmly
against the excited and pliant flesh. He screamed in pleasure. Over an
eternity the breather drank him of all he had. His legs went weak, but
did not fall to his knees as he expected. The arms embraced him, held
his naked body aloft. This new feeling of the creature's strength and
his now loss of any control only served to spur on his arousal. He
would stay hard this morning, he believed that completely.
The orafice suckled him like a baby to a bottle. All around the man,
the world faded. The only sensation was from his new lover. Slowly, he
felt his legs being manipulated, pressed together and guided down.
Something slid against his feet, suckled at his toes. Dave felt his
cock grow with the sudden realization that the octopus was eating him.
The suction on his organ eased and the slippery tentacles laid Dave's
shaking body onto the wet sand.
He opened his eyes. He hadn't realized they were closed until now. He
stared at the sky, growing brighter and bluer than he remembered. His
ass slid along the beach while at the same time something unyielding
and wet slid up his calves. He raised his head and saw his feet
dissappear into the creature's throat. His brain spun with excitement
and he lowered his head once more to the cold surface of the beach. He
reached for his cock and slowly kneaded his between his sweaty palms.
The only thing in his mind was the desire for this to continue, for
his body to become the next orgasmic meal for the suckling body into
which he slid with excruciatingly slowness.
A slippery tentacle wormed its way between his thighs, pressing
lightly against his balls. It curled slowly around his erection.
Dave carressed the warm wet appendage and fought the urge to ejaculate
again. He wanted to keep this fevered arousal forever. More tentacles
encircled his body, covering his with a warm excretion. He felt large
arms sliding easily across his torso and chest. His moans were almost
lost in the constant sucking of the arms and throat, into which he
slid past his knees. The probing traingular lip lapped at his thighs.
The tentacle between his thighs pulled away, moved into the
ever-tightening area between his ass. Small suction cups began working
feverishly at his anus. He cried out in pleasure, feeling the suction
through his guts. Another arm slid across his open mouth and he sucked
at it. The greasy coating tasted bitter. The tentactle curled around
his face and hair. At once he felt the lip rubbing his midsection. His
thighs were compressed as they moved into the throat. His ass curved
and pressed into the tight, throbbing tunnel. As the pulsating throat
closed over his hips and he felt it moving rhythmically across his
swollen genitalia, he could hold back no longer. He came again, almost
painfully, coating the inside of the tight enclosure even as his
stomach and chest slid in. He pumped repeatedly from his midsection,
feeling tears fall down his face. How could anything be so incredible,
he wondered?
His legs twisted as the passage narrowed. His face was coated in
slippery juices as the tongue worked up over his chin and mouth, nose,
eyes. He felt closure over his head. Dave was in, compressed but not
uncomfortable, sliding upwards. With eyes closed, he felt the inner
skin of the throat throb and pulsate across every inch of his body.
His feet entered a wider area, and suddenly his travels increased in
speed. With one last gulp his body moved to a new area, deep within
the creature's stomach. The walls closed around him like a warm wet
blanket. Dave's thoughts became disjointed. The air was thinner,
warmer. His skin was heating up, most likely from acidic excretions of
the stomach. Something long and soft was to his left. His final fading
thought was joy to be alongside the still figure of Maggie, her
digestion continuing within their wondrous new world. He wanted to
reach for her dissolving body, but could not move his limbs. Slowly,
languidly, he let his consciousness fade to nothing.