Her Special Day 3

All participants in this story are over 18 years old

She woke slowly, the morning sun streaming in through their bedroom window. She smiled to herself. Today's going to be a great day! Her husband would surely be home from his trip abroad in time to celebrate. It had been two months, and she was looking forward to welcoming him back. By fucking his brains out, she giggled.

She started to reach up to wipe the sleep from her eyes when she felt something strong and slimy wrap around her wrist, jerking her arm up to the corner of the bed. Her scream died in her throat as another tentacle wrapped itself around her slender neck, choking off her breath.

Something pulled the covers off her nude form, leaving her exposed and feeling helpless. Additional tentacles wrapped themselves around her other wrist and her ankles, suddenly pulling her taut, her voluptuous naked body spread-eagled on the bed.

The tentacle around her neck moved, loosening enough for her to breathe as the bulbous tip now swayed in front of her face. Her eyes bugged out and she finally found enough breath to scream, but it was cut off by the tentacle plunging into her mouth.

She choked, trying to spit it out until she realized that it tasted kind of... good? A little funky, like mangos, maybe. She stopped fighting it as it slid in and out of her mouth, fucking her orally the way she loved her husband to do.

She felt more slimy tentacles crawl up between her legs, running up the insides of her thighs, making her quiver. She wasn't sure whether it was from fear or from anticipation. There was a musky smell in the air that she realized was her own arousal. She was sopping wet.

She raised her head to look down, past the fleshy tentacle that was fucking her mouth, to see another one rise up from between her legs, almost like it was looking at her. The tip opened into a circle, revealing a row of tiny sharp teeth. It suddenly ducked down and attached itself to her clit, sucking like a leech, rippling in waves. Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull and the tentacle in her mouth flinched as she inadvertently bit down, cumming hard. God, so fucking hard.

She gasped and writhed under the assault of the clit sucker, her orgasm stretching out beyond what she thought possible. She almost sobbed when it let go, but then she felt another one nuzzling at her asshole. Fuck no! she thought, but whatever this thing was didn't give her any choice.

The slimy fleshy tentacle pushed inexorably into her, lubing her as it went. It slid past her sphincter, making her gasp again, before it continued to push into her, deeper and deeper into her body until she could see it bulging up against her taut stomach. There must have been two feet of it buried in her, and it rippled along its length, sending all kinds of pleasurable feelings inside her.

Another one, no, fuck, another two of them crawled over the one invading her ass, pressing against her pussy as if vying to see which would be the first one in. It was a tie. She felt them slide inside her, into what little room she had left with the way the huge thing in her ass was pressing against her.

They started an alternating motion, driving themselves inside of her as the one in her mouth, almost forgotten, began sliding down her throat, pulsing as her neck expanded to take it. The one in her ass began slowly withdrawing at the same time. The feeling of it sliding down her channel was exquisite agony.

When the clit sucker found her again, she was lost. She thrashed as much as she could, pulling against her restraints, her short black hair hanging in sweaty locks across her face. She wasn't trying to escape. No, she was trying with every fiber of her being to take more of the things inside her.

She had always had a very high threshold of both pleasure and pain, but her over-taxed brain finally shut down, leaving her limp on the sweat- and slime-covered sheets as the tentacles withdrew.

When she came to again, the sun was well advanced and she was covered with a blanket again, feeling both more sore and more sated than she could ever remember. She looked past the bed and saw her dashing husband, leering at her, wearing his dressing robe like he'd just gotten out of the shower.

"How much did you see?"

"Almost all of it. You looked sexy as hell."

She grinned at that. "I fucking bet I did. Where did you find it?"

"It's amazing what you can find in the Amazon."

"Well, I love it. Can we keep it?"

"For a little while at least. Why, are you ready for round 2?"

"Not just yet. Did you make any other interesting finds?"

"Well, there was this really interesting edible plant..."

He opened his robe, and she watched as his cock grew to over a foot and a half long and as big around as a wine bottle, moving like one of the tentacles. She smiled and licked her lips.

He leaned down to kiss her and his tongue pushed down her throat just as his cock crawled into her.

Her last cogent thought before surrendering to pure sensation again was: Best. Birthday. Ever.