Alien Lesbian Tentacle Surprise 03

Yes, the alien purred, her thoughts caressing mine. She's so wet and juicy. And her hymen... Oh, I get that wonderful thrill of taking her virginity, too.

Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so wicked just to think. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the membrane stretched over her pussy. There were holes in her maidenhead, but were too small for the tentacle to wiggle through. I slid it back to her clitoris, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the ferocity with which Tabitha sucked the other.

My friend fell onto her back, squirming as she stroked and sucked on one tentacle while another two caressed her pussy and tit. I tightened the tentacle about her breast, constricting and relaxing, savoring how her tit felt while I flicked and massaged her nipple.

And attacked her clitoris.

Tabitha squirmed, her eyes widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her hands tightened on it. Such wonderful pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my body. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my other hand found my clitoris and frigged it.

Oh, that's wonderful, I thought to Merita while moaning about my tentacle. I forced more of it into my mouth. I coiled against the back of my throat.

Push it in deeper, Merita urged. Deep-throat the tentacle. You'll love it.

I did. Merita showed me how to relax my throat. I gasped, my throat bulging as the undulating tentacle pressed into it. The pressure about my appendage was exquisite. I rubbed my clitoris faster with my finger and Tabitha's with my tentacle.

Tabitha pulled the tentacle from her mouth. "Melody, yes, yes. You're tentacles are amazing. Oh, yes. I'm going to...to..."

Her body bucked. Wordless cries of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a perfect O. Her paroxysms spasmed her body. Hot juices flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her trembling body and orgasming cunny.

"Etta," she gasped, eyes squeezing shut. "Oh, Etta, yes, yes, yes. These tentacles are wonderful. I'm so glad you met Merita."

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

The tentacle,f reed from Tabitha's mouth, ached for sensation. I shoved it down her dressing gown and wrapped it about her other breast. I squeezed them both. They pressed up into her dressing down, the tentacles writhing beneath, rubbing her nipples, savoring how they felt against her skin.

She spasmed again, gasping, her face turning as read as her hair. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to take her maidenhead. But I had to ask her. I had to make sure it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my friend, struggling to breathe, my heart hammering in my chest. Her pussy was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and feel her around me.

"Can I...?"

"Yes," nodded Tabitha. "Pluck my cherry. Do it! I want to feel you in me, Etta. Your tentacles are so wonderful."

I kissed my friend hard on the lips as I pressed my tentacle against her pussy. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my other two tentacles constricting tight about her tits. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her kiss as I sank my tentacle into the depths of her pussy. Hot, wet, silky, delicious flesh engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my friend's untouched cunny, savoring the pleasure of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It's a wonderful gift she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her voice. And she's so tight and wet. Oh, yes. She's wonderful. Don't you love it? Don't you love how she feels wrapped about you? Isn't she so soft and silky, Henrietta?

Yes!

I trembled as I fucked my tentacle in and out of Tabitha's cunny, our tongues dancing together. Her flesh squeezed down on my tentacle. The pleasure rippled down the appendage. My toes curled. My finger danced harder on my clitoris, the two pleasures mixing, swirling, merging.

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let's cum. Do it. Let's experience the wonderful paroxysms. Let her cunny cure our hysterics.

I broke my kiss with Tabitha and gasped, "Yes, yes, yes."

Her eyes widened as the pleasure burst out of my pussy. My tentacles pulsed. They expanded and contracted as the pleasure washed through me and splashed against my mine. Her pussy stretched and clenched about my tentacles as it pulsed, the others squeezing her tits harder.

"Are you...?" Her eyes widened. "From taking my cherry? You're orgasming?"

"Cumming," I moaned, spasming. "You feel amazing, Tabitha. Wonderful. I love being in you."

"I love you in me." Her smile grew as my orgasm peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing. "Ooh, that was wicked. Keep working your tentacle in and out of me. It's amazing. Oh, yes. I can feel you so deep in me, Etta. Love this."

"Me, too," I moaned. Thank you, Merita.

She caressed my thoughts with hers, kissing and loving me as I fucked the tentacle in and out of my friend's cunny. New pleasure built inside of me was I pumped my appendage. The other two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha's breasts, teasing her nipple.

But the fourth had nothing to do.

Fuck your ass, Merita hissed. Ram that into your sphincter. Do it.

I did love it when your tongue probed it.

As Tabitha bucked and trembled against my tentacle, I reached the unoccupied one around behind me. It pulled up my dressing gown and caressed my ass, wet with my saliva. I groaned, my sphincter clenching as I slithered it between my butt-cheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes, cure my hysterics," moaned Tabitha. "Oh, please, please, Etta. Keep ramming that tentacle in me. I'm going to cum again. I love cumming. Those wonderful paroxysms are the best."

"Yes," I nodded my head in agreement as the tip of my tentacle rubbed at my sphincter.

I felt the puckered, wrinkled opening, stirring around it. The strange sensations shot to my pussy as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her green eyes twinkled. She reached out and seized my free hand.

"What are you doing with that fourth tentacle?" Tabitha asked, her voice breathy.

"Pushing it into my rectum," I answered, my eyes bugging as my sphincter gave away.

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

"You're buggering yourself?" asked Tabitha, her eyes widening. "Lord have mercy, that's so dirty."

I nodded my head, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter. My bowels stretched. The burning sensation swelled as my appendage slithered deeper. My back arched, my asshole clenching. I gasped, clenching my hands hard on Tabitha's and my tentacles about her breasts.

"Oh, yes, yes, bugger yourself," she hissed, trembling, her hips humping. "You are so filthy. I love it, Etta. I love you."

Our lips met in another kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, slick pussy and the other in my tight, velvety bowels. Both holes felt so different, but equally wonderful. I trembled, my tongue playing with hers, our hands held tight.

My heart beat so fast with excitement.

Love her, whispered Merita. Love her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. Make her cum.

Yes, yes, yes.

We writhed on the bed. I pumped the tentacles faster and faster in our holes. My bowels clenched down on them. So many sensations rippled through my body: my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha's breasts, the others reaming our holes, the burning delight radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the sweet touch of her lips.

And her hands...

Tabitha grasped my small mounds through my nightgown. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my nipples. It was such a wonderful, wicked sensation, sending tingles radiating through my body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that's wonderful, Merita moaned. Fuck her harder. Fuck us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to feel that wonderful bliss again.

Me, too.

It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the temperance women railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She didn't want to give up the paroxysms of delight. She loved them. They were wonderful no matter how sinful it was.

"Oh, Tabitha," I moaned, breaking our kiss as she pinched my nipples through my nightgown. "Your cunny... So hot. Oh, I love fucking you."

"And how does it fell to bugger yourself?" Her green eyes twinkled.

"So amazing. It is different than being in your cunny. But soooo wonderful. Oh, my bowels are so tight on my tentacles." I shuddered, ramming my tentacles in deep, loving the duel delight of the my bowels caressing my appendage which caressed my bowels. They fluttered through me, building inside of me.

A massive paroxysm of delight swelled in the depths of my pussy.

"Oh, you have to bugger me next time," gasped Tabitha. "Oh, yes, I want that. I'm so close to my release. Cure my hysterics." Her fingers pinched hard on my nipples. "Please, please. I love you so much. Fix me."

"Yes!"

I rammed my tentacle deep into her pussy. The others assaulted her nipples, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha's eyes rolled back in her head. She trembled and moaned. Her mouth opened into a wide O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot feel of her pussy spasming about my plunging appendage. The silky friction increased, shooting wicked delight down my body. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her legs brushing mine beneath the covers.

"Oh, Etta, oh, yes. Love you. So good."

The feel of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the edge. It was the final stimulation I needed. The paroxysms exploded in the depths of my pussy. The walls convulsed about the four tentacles extending from my sex. My bowels clenched down on my plunging appendage.

"Tabitha," I gasped. "Merita, yes. Yes, yes. I love you both. So good."

Love you, too, moaned Merita in my mind, trembling in delight as our thoughts hugged each other. So good. Yes, yes, yes.

The pleasure boiled through me. The bliss peaked in me. I gasped, my back arching. All my tentacles pulsed, expanding and contracting. Tabitha groaned, her pussy clenching down on my tentacle, her pussy stretched wide open over and over.

"Cumming again," she moaned through clenched teeth. "Oh, yes. Your tentacles are the absolute best. Thank you, thank you."

"You're so very welcome," I moaned and then sighed, my blonde hair spilling about my sweaty face.

Drowsy pleasure descended on me. My body buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my pussy. Then they were gone and I was a normal girl again. My hand took Tabitha's as we stared in each other's faces in the flickering lamp light. She rolled over quickly and extinguished the flame before flopping on the bed, a grin on her face.

"That was the best."

I nodded my head and didn't resist as she pulled me in for a sweet kiss. Our arms held each other. My eyes closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our heads pillowed side-by-side. It was such a long, exciting day.

I fell into sleep.

~ ~ ~

Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her mind. The alien's thoughts still buzzed from the wonderful orgasms. But as she drifted off into sleep, a spike of worry shot through her. She was stranded on the primitive planet and the core of her spaceship was missing.

It contained nanites. If she had any hope of fixing her ship, she had to recover it. And before any human found it. That could be disastrous. The nanites were separated from the ship's computer, not under any control.

Merita had no idea how they would react if they came in contact with a human. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to leave her school and find it.

~ ~ ~

Miss Marilynn Gully was the newest teacher at the Kensington Boarding School. A lesbian, she had been eager to land a job at the school. It was whispered in the circles she moved through--women who understood the pleasure that could be shared with each other--that Kensington molded its female body towards the pleasures of the feminine, using hysterics as a guise to introduce sapphic pleasures.

"Miss Marilynn, I thought we came out to walk," the maid Daisy said, her voice squeaking with fear.

"We are walking," Marilynn answered as she led the way through the fog. "I can hear the noise. It definitely fell here."

Marilynn was a young woman, her green dress tight about her body, cut to enhance her rather generous bosom. Her auburn hair fell in curls about her face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her hair, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting star's fiery plunge.

"But, Miss Marilynn, I didn't think you meant a real walk. Out in the fog. I thought we were gonna..."

"Have relations? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn's intentions when she set out with the girl to enjoy the maid's lush body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A brown-haired, freckled face girl of eighteen dressed in her maid's smock. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn's thighs to enjoy the girl.

It wasn't hard. The school earned its reputation as a haven of lesbian activity. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walk, it wasn't long before she had the maid pinned against a shed, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Marilynn's hands slid up the maid's body and found the ties to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her hands inside.

Warm, round breasts. Nipples hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burning for Daisy's lips licking and nuzzling. The teacher would have enjoyed a spectacular orgasm on Daisy's mouth.

And then the shooting star flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery passion. It was so low and then impacted near the school. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the thrill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to school for the students to study was too much for her to pass up.

She could always enjoy Daisy's sweet mouth after they found it.

"But it's so dark, miss," Daisy said, fear thick in her voice. "No one goes out in the fog. It's cursed. There are fairies out here. They like to play tricks on people."

"Fairies are not real," laughed Marilynn. "Humans have always had a predilection towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical Introduction to the Philosophy of Mythology. Humans strive to find a explanation for natural events, but without a scientific groundwork, they allow their poetic side to create flights of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here."

"Then what is making that sound?" Daisy asked.

The sound was a rising, hissing, buzz. It had a mechanical regularity that had Marilynn frowning. Perhaps it isn't the meteorite we're tracking but something else. I thought it fell this way, but the fog is quite dense.

"Probably some mechanism on a farm. Maybe a pressure vessel has sprung a leak. It would explain the hissing."

"What kind of mechanism would be out here? It's nothing but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have devices which make these sounds. Let's go back to the school, Miss. You can explore inside my bodice again. Your hand was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The hissing grew louder. She crept through the wet grass. A light pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a bright light, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric. Strange, I didn't think electricity had reached out here.

"Miss," groaned Daisy again. "See, it's fairy. They're luring us in. We'll be walking into a bog or something. They like to play tricks."

"Silly girl, it is not a fairy. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it...surreal. It is a common effect at night. Humans senses are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a silver canister embedded in the ground like it had fallen from a great height. A light pulsed on top of it, a beacon that flashed not from an external bulb but from the metal itself. A crack ran across the side and something hissed out, a gas darker than the fog.

"What is it, Miss?" Daisy asked, her voice farther behind, holding back.

"I don't know," Marilynn said. She moved closer, peering at the crack. She bent down, sniffing but detected no noxious fumes. She reached out her hand and waved it through the fog. It clung to her finger. Something was suspended in the gas, black, oily. It swelled down her fingers, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fright as the taint spread. The gas, once billowing out in a straight stream, moved and undulated. It reached towards her like a gaseous serpent. The teacher screamed, her heart hammering, and turned to flee as the fog engulfed her body.

The oily substance filled her mouth and nostrils. It poured down her throat. She staggered two steps and fell to her knees while the maid called her name over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to breathe as more and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The world fuzzed dark and she fell onto her face as the nanites went to work on changing her body.

To be continued...