1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

173. Boarding School Encounter

Boarding School Encounter 01: Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien

mypenname3000

Science-Fiction, Female/Female, First Time, Lesbian, Monster, Virginity

Introduction:

In 19th century England, a young girl travels to a boarding school and her life changes when an alien crashes behind her school.

Boarding School Encounter

Chapter One: Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien

By mypenname3000

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her tiny space shift. She manipulated the controls with her hands and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blue planet before her It filled the curved screen. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engines had malfunctioned.

"I'm going to crash," she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. Violet panic pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a primitive planet, its inhabitants thousands of years behind Merita's own culture. It was not an ideal place to crash. She would be hard-pressed to find the means or materials to repair her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was hope that they were a kindly people. She leaned her seat back and prepared her ship for crash landing. It would be hours yet, and several orbits, before her ship made contact with the planets atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.The carriage wheels clattered on the country road, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the carriage window at the dreary moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green fields, unmindful of the gray trying to swallow them. A nervous flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding school my parents had sent me to. Billy, our family's groom, was my escort. First on the train, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from London. And now by carriage. I would spend the next few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutors were enough for my education, but my father wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the girls and make connections for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new people. I never felt...comfortable. And a whole new school...

Eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my purse in nervous fingers as the carriage followed the road's curve. Through the fog, a building appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the haze. Lights glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The green lawn clad the hill's gentle slope, dotted with broad oak trees for shade. Gravel crunched beneath the carriage's wheels as it wound up the drive to the front of the school.

My heart fluttered worse. I took a deep breath, my small breasts straining against my tight bodice. My hand fumbled on the seat for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my dark traveling dress. I pulled the bonnet over my head and tied it at the nape, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the simple style, but my mother had taken to criticize it of late. I bit my lower lip as the building grew larger and larger. From a distance, it looked like any other county estate, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both directions, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horses neighed as Billy stopped the carriage before the doors. A maid in a black dress, white apron and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The carriage creaked as the groom dismounted, his boots crunching on the gravel. He opened the door, his rough face giving me a comforting smile.

"Young miss," he said, holding his hand.

I took his calloused grip in my gloved, left hand and stepped out of the carriage. "Thank you, Billy."

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to fetch my luggage while I walked up to the maid, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsy, a smile on her freckled face. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smooth my skirt.

"Well, what a pleasure to receive you, Henrietta," smiled the maid. "I'm Daisy. You're the last student to arrive for term. I'll see that your luggage is taken to your room."

"Thank you, Daisy" I said, hoping my voice didn't betray my nerves.

"Almost late for term to start. Another day late and the Headmistress would be none to pleased with you."

I swallowed. "She sounds strict."

"Aye, that she is. Just go inside. Young Tabitha will take you to the school's nurse for your physical."

"Physical?" I blinked.

"Well, we need to make sure you're in full health, now don't we. It's our duty to nurture your body as much as your mind. But don't worry your pretty head. Nurse Paige will take good care of you."

I took a breath and headed to the door, my heeled boots thudding on the polished stones mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass handle and my thumb pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit foyer, the high windows overhead letting in plenty of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

London had been lit for a decade, but the country lagged behind the metropolis.

A girl my age, with fiery hair, stood in a what could only be the school's uniform—gray skirt, white blouse, a gray bow at the throat, a smile on her freckled face, her fiery hair falling in waves about her face while blue eyes twinkled with a most mischievous light.

"You must be Etta," the girl beamed. "I'm Tabitha, your roommate."

"Etta?" I arched an eyebrow. "I'm afraid you're mistaken. My name's Henrietta."

"And that is such a stuffy name. I think Etta is better." Tabitha beamed. "So that's what I shall call you."

Her personality was so strong. I gave her a nervous smile. "Okay." My name was too stuffy and yet she went by Tabitha? Why didn't use her name's proper diminutive Tabby. Hettie or Ettie was the proper diminutive of my name, not Etta. I almost called her Tabby, but shyness held my tongue.

"Now I've been her a week," said Tabitha, "and been everywhere in the school." She hooked my arm in hers. "From the basement we're not supposed to venture down all the way to the attic. Boy was it dusty up there."

I gave her a polite nod as I let her lead me from the foyer.

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would turn your straw hair white and put a good deal of color into your cheeks."

I nodded again. Color in my cheeks? Wouldn't a fright have the opposite effect?

"You would not believe some of the things that happen at night."

"Is it...haunted."

Tabitha gave a rich laugh. "No, no. But I think you'll get a taste when Nurse Paige give you your examine. It is...personal."

"Aren't all examines personal?" I asked. "I have been to a physician."

"Well, you'll just have to see. It was invigorating, I will tell you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean?

"Now we all eat in the great hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting rooms. There are about a hundred girls separated into four dorms and we each have our own sitting room. The tea is just lovely and a fine time to relax and socialize."

I nodded.

"You're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

"Good thing I can't stop," she laughed, "or this would be the most boring walk. Imagine only the echo of our shoes through the hall."

I favored her a tight smile.

"Well, Nurse Paige will loosen you up." Tabitha's eyes flicked to me. "I am ever so glad you are rooming with me. I think we shall have such a gay time together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled. "Oh, you can speak."

My cheeks warmed. "I can. I just..."

"Have a mouth full of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they entire school must hear my knees knocking beneath my skirt."

A giggle escaped my lips. "Yes, it was a fear I had."

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a door at the end of a hall. "Well, here is the infirmary. Nurse Paige is waiting for you. And I'll be out here. It should be lunch by the time you finish. And then we shall have an afternoon of leisure before the boringness of school starts tomorrow."

"Thank you," I said.

Tabitha gave me an impromptu hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You're welcome. Now get in there. Nurse Paige is not someone you want to keep waiting."

I gave a squeak of fright and nodded my head. I did not want to keep the nurse waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first day. Classes hadn't even started yet. I took a deep breath and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

"Come in," a pleasant voice said, at odds with what I expected. The voice sounded youthful, not the stern, firm voice like my governess had. Was Tabitha salting my soup? She had me all stressed expecting a strict disciplinarian.

I opened the door and stepped into the soft light of the infirmary. Several canopied beds covered in white sheets, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark skirts, a motherly smile on her young face. She couldn't have been more than ten years my senior. Her blonde hair fell in curled ringlets about her round face and splashed color onto her drab dress. Her bodice was full and the skirt's bustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

"You must be the sweet Henrietta," smiled the nurse.

I gave a quick curtsy that would make my governess proud, lifting my skirts and crossing my left foot behind my right as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled boots thudding on the stone floors.

"Now, now, you don't have to curtsy for me. I'm Nurse Paige." She stopped before me, nodding her head. "Yes, yes, you are just a treasure, Henrietta."

Her fingers pinched both my cheeks as I straightened, just the way my spinster Aunt Margarete would. I kept my smile as she nodded her head. "Pleased to meet you, Nurse Paige."

"I bet you are all aflutter," she said. "Butterflies darting hither and fro inside your belly." She rubbed a circle on my stomach.

I blinked and shifted, a nervous tingle running down to my nethers.

"Yes, yes, I bet you are. And that's perfectly natural for a young girl like you to be all aflutter. But my examination will calm you down. I have just the technique to help with any hysterics you might feel."

"Hysterics?" I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a healthy, young girl is sure to need relief." She patted my cheek again. "But first the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this wasn't unexpected. I turned my back and worked the buttons down the front of my dress. Underneath, I wore a white combination camisole and drawers covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my dress of my shoulders and let it fall down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my petticoats and unlaced my heeled shoes. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to face the nurse.

"No, no, child, that won't do. All the way."

I blushed. "Is that really necessary?"

She nodded her head. "Your uniform awaits. We have our standards for undergarments as well. It all must come off."

I took a deep breath and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my drawers. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my legs, baring my thighs and knees. I pulled them along with my stockings. I gave her a beseeching look.

"Camisole, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my head as fast as I could, bearing my small breasts. It was cold in the office. I pressed my arms and thighs tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my breasts, a small smile rose.

A wet itch formed between my thighs as my stomach became aflutter.

"Okay, Henrietta, let's get your examination out of the way."

Her hands touched my hips and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my feet shuffling along the cold, stone floors. Her hands were so warm compared to the air. Her thumbs stroked my flesh, brushing my side and sending flutters up and down my body.

"I see your nipples are hardening. That's very good."

My cheeks grew even warmer.

"And your blush response is quite rapid." She smiled. "Relax, you have nothing to feel ashamed of in here."

I nodded my head, trying to slow my heart's beat.

She examined me, pressing a listening horn to my chest and sounding my heartbeat and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping jacks. It was most embarrassing, my breasts bouncing up and down without my camisole to provide support, and I was so aware of how lewd it was to spread my thighs so far apart while naked. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she find something wrong with my golden curls?

Her studying gaze increased the flutter in my nethers. I felt wetter between my thighs when I stopped my exercise, breathing heavily. She listened at my chest again then her hands rubbed where my throat met my head, right beneath my jaw.

"Just need to check your glands," she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her hands slid down my neck to my breasts.

"Nurse Paige?" I gasped as she squeezed both my breasts at the same time, her fingers sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her thumbs brushed my nipples. They were so sensitive. A tingle raced through my body I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as sinful thoughts blossomed in my mind.

My fingers itched to touch myself between the thighs. And I knew how much a sin that would be. Girls were not supposed to think of sex. It was merely a duty we performed for our husbands, not something we should lust after.

But her touch on my breasts only made me lust.

"Nurse Paige, what are you doing?"

"Inspecting your breasts," she smiled, her cheeks rosy. "They are succulent pair. Ripe and growing."

And then her right hand slid away, moving down my stomach. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly button, then she went lower. Her fingers brushed the golden curls adorning my pudenda.

She would find out I was wet down there. That I had lusty thoughts. "Nurse Paige," I whined. "Please..."

Her finger pressed between my thighs and rubbed at my privates. "Oh, ho, ho," she smiled. "Someone has a wet pussy. I knew you would be all aflutter. Suffering from hysterics. But don't worry, I will take care of you."

"Hysterics?" I asked, my hips undulating. I couldn't help it. Her finger felt so wonderful as it rubbed at the top of my pussy.

"Clitoris stimulation is the best way to treat female hysterics," she said. "Any doctor could tell you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You'll love cumming."

"Cumming?"

"Yes." Nurse Paige smiled, still rubbing her finger on my sex. "That's your clitoris I'm rubbing. Doesn't that feel delicious."

I nodded my head. A moan escaped my lips. Such wonderful flutters shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so wrong. A woman shouldn't be touching me between my thighs. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hips squirming.

"Bend over my desk and I will apply oral stimulation."

"Oral?"

She licked her lips. "I found it's the best way on such a young girl."

She pulled her finger away. They were covered in a juice. I smelled a sweet musk. Nurse Paige brought her finger to her lips and sucked it clean, letting out a sighing, "Mmm, yes." I swallowed and bent over her desk.

I squawked when her hands grasped my buttocks. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly smile was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her right hand slid down my rear and between my legs. She rubbed at my downy hair and then at my pussy.

"N-nurse," I gasped. "Why are you...looking like that?"

"Like I'm about to feast on the most delicious cuisine?"

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my folds. I groaned at the pleasure rushing out of my pussy. I squirmed, her fingers parting me open so her tongue could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the entrance of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my folds again.

It was so wicked. Sinful. I had heard the word lesbian whispered of loose women who engaged in such depraved behavior with each other. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maid's mouth for sinful pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my lips as she licked again. So slow. My hips shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her touch. But it was impossible. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood of effervescent delight. It tingled through me, bringing more lewd moans from my lips.

"Mmm, yes," she purred. "Nothing like the wonderful delight of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly call it. The best way to relieve a young woman's hysterics and give her the release she craves."

"Gama...what?" I moaned, my nipples rubbing onto the polished surface of her desk. It felt so nice. I tried not to rub against them, but I couldn't resist.

"Pussy licking, child," she answered and took another lick. "And isn't it delightful?"

I didn't want to answer. My cheeks burned as my body moved. Juices dripped out of my depths and into her hungry mouth. A lewd scent filled my nose, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful lips. Her tongue licked and flicked, caressing all my sinful folds.

"Isn't this the most wicked, wonderful thing you've felt?" she asked.

I bit my lip, refusing to make any more noise. I wish my body wouldn't betray me, but it loved the lewd sensations. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her licking tongue. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp pain shot through my buttocks to my pussy. I groaned. "Nurse?"

"I asked you a question, you little strumpet. Do you love being gamahuched by me."

"Yes," I answered, unable to resist and not wanting another spanking. "I do. Lord forgive me, I do."

"Good," she moaned between licks. "I love stimulating a young girl's quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful tastes and feels. You are a tasty child. Such sweet innocent. A virgin is always the best to enjoy."

Her words were so terrible. Wrong. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her tongue licked all over while her fingers stroked my thighs and up to my butt. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensations adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved lower. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue prodded and played with it in a most satisfying manner. I shuddered as she circled my little nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"Nurse Paige," I gasped at the sharp pain which transformed into pleasure.

"Just enjoy," she purred between licks.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I surrendered to the bliss. I couldn't fight it pleasure swelling inside of me. I shuddered, my fingers scratching at the desk as it grew and grew. I tensed and a sudden fear shot through me.

What was about to happen?

Her every lick of her tongue grew it. It was like a plant and her stimulation the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every wonderful pleasure. I groaned and undulated. What would happen when it ripened?

"Nurse Paige, somethings happening."

"Your paroxysm is coming," she purred. "You're about to have your hysterics cured by a wonderful orgasm."

"Orgasm?" I gasped.

"Your release. Your cum. Oh, you shall love it. You shall be down here every day complaining of hysterics and wanting my cure." She gave a wicked giggle. "And I'll be inclined to give it. Such a pretty pussy. And so tasty."

My impending orgasm swelled inside of me. My butt clenched as I groaned through my teeth. I shivered. I was so close to it ripening. I wanted to find out what would happen. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a rush. Paroxysms of bliss burst inside of my pussy. The effervescent delight rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by ecstasy I did not know was possible to archive. It was glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and drank the fluids pouring out of my young sex.

"Nurse Paige," I gasped. "Oh, yes. Yes. Thank you. Thank you for curing my hysterics."

She took a final lick and then giggled, "You're welcome, child. Now get dress. Your uniform awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her lips and chin. My sinful juices. She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my smell, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. Guilt seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrong. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so aware of my naked body. The Lord was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no straps or buckles to attached the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a pair of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd body. My nipples were still hard and tingled against the soft linen of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inches past my rear. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to keep them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. Last, I pulled on my dress, a gray skirt and white blouse that buttoned securely to my neckline. I adjusted my pigtails so the fell about my shoulders and brushed my skirt.

"You look just lovely, child," she smiled. "Tabitha should be waiting to show you to your room. Then you have the day free."

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the room, not wanting to look at the sinful lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bored look on her face that vanished as she rushed over and seized my hands.

"So, did she treat you for hysterics?"

I squirmed and nodded.

"Wasn't that the best? I never felt more relaxed than after her treatment. The way the paroxysm bubbled through me was exhilarating."

"It was sinful," I gasped.

"Oh, no," she said. "You can't say that. It's not a sin. It's just helping each other out. Women suffer from hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and unable to concentrate. The teachers want us to focus, so we have to be treated frequently."

"I never had trouble focusing with my governess," I objected.

"But you're eighteen now. Maturing. Things are different. Hysterics only affect mature woman. And you don't want your schooling to suffer, right?"

I swallowed. "I...but it felt so sinful. Like what we were doing was wrong."

"How was it sinful?"

"She's a..." I lowered my voice, "...lesbian."

"No," gasped Tabitha. "It was a medical treatment. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are medical tools. Just because it felt wonderful doesn't mean it's a sin. Okay?"

I bit my lip. I wasn't sure any longer. "Okay."

"Good." Then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a tour of the school. The classrooms were on the first few floors with the top ones devoted to the students dorms. Each floor had its own central sitting room with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other girls of my floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hair falling in plaited braid down her back. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Henrietta." She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat next to Peony, a quiet girl. She did not speak much and tended to keep her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, green eyes. Phoebe had a darker complexion, an almost exotic cast from her foreign heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost unmanageable mane about her pretty face. Darcy had a huge, pink bow keeping her hair back, and Maria was a curly-haired blonde that had the cutest dimples when she smiled. I didn't catch all the other girls names, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at different groupings of love seats and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to spank girls when they get out of line. Bare bottom and everything," Maria laughed. "Imagine that. Right there in front of the class like some tramp boy at a government school."

"Oh, she does," Geneva said with a nod. "I would mind my P's and Q's with her and be diligent in your study."

"What does she teach?" Tabitha asked.

"Latin, Miss Tabitha."

My new friend blanched. "Lord defend, but I imagine I'll be the first one whipped. Right there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a pity I am not in your grade, Miss Tabitha."

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no doubt that would get her in trouble, so I put a hand on her wrist and asked, "Any other teachers who are inclined towards corporal punishment."

"Oh, they all are, Miss Henrietta. They believe in a strict discipline. But Miss Northrop is among the most diligent at handing out corrections. I do believe she enjoys the sight of a girl's well-pinked bottom."

"You mean...she enjoys staring at our naked rears?"

"After being well-flogged," nodded the prefect. "There is a certain charm about it. And often afterward, the poor girl is in need of her hysterics cured. It is the Christian thing to do to make sure she is well satisfied."

My face blushed.

Tabitha leaned over. "Like I told you, very keen on helping each other out with that female problem. I wouldn't mind Geneva's tongue stimulating my clitoris."

The blush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha's company. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new ways to amuse ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to explore on the first floor full of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a good hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymphs from Greek mythology that decorated the various zigs and zags. Other girls played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the western horizon before we had our chance to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great hall, located on the first floor in the wing opposite of the library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in need of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a mutual round of finger and oral stimulation that both scared me and made my stomach aflutter.

"Mmm, I can't wait to get to bed," she purred as she pushed back her plate. "I'm all aflutter. I need to have several wonderful paroxysms. And I bet you're all aflutter."

She placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it through the layers of my skirt and petticoats. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her blue eyes and the way her smile curled the corners of my lips increased the tingling flutters between my thighs. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so wrong. It had to be. I couldn't handle this. I let out a squeaking moan and then jumped off the trestle and rushed out of the dining hall. Tabitha shouted behind me, but I ignored her. I couldn't face this. It was wrong.

A sin.

I burst out of the side door into the cool air. It was dark, the stars rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the school atop its hill. I darted into the darkness, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hills edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so thick, washing up the hill like waves on the beach.

I needed the cool air to calm my body's heat. What was wrong with this school? Teachers who wanted to spank their student's bare bottoms. Girls eager to lick other girl's pussies to treat something called hysterics.

It was all mad. It couldn't be a real place.

I looked up at the stars, wishing I was back home.

A star fell. It blazed bright across the world, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it's progress. It didn't extinguish in a single heart beat like most falling stars, but kept burning. It grew lower and lower, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two steps back. My feet slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my backside, flinching as the star hurled closer. I could hear the roar of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A loud boom exploded overhead. Glass rattled back at the manner. A great wind rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my head to watch the star slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant light flared. The fog glowed like a thousand lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a wish and the star fell nearby. It was lucky. I had to go and collect it, then my wish would come true and this strange school would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, green eyes and breathy whispers of shared pleasure, no more nurses bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no more whispers of the sapphic perversions shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.Warning beeped in Merita's ship. She blinked her silver eyes and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensors with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The text appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed systems status. She scanned the list, many were damaged, a few operational, but one was labeled missing.

The core.

"Oh, no," she gasped, two of her tentacles rubbing together. "Oh, no, that's not good."

She pressed another button, bringing up a different log. She had to find the core. It couldn't fall into the possession of the primitives who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the report, a new alarm blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the natives approached.My heart beat as I moved through the thick fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or coat to stave off the cold damp. An oscillating light flared and dyed with a strange regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was curious. What could be causing such a flashing? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me feet grew blackened. And then clumps of dirt and rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The ground grew more and more disturbed until a small lip of dirt formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

Only it wasn't a bit of rock like I expected, but a oblong sphere, stretched out like an egg. It was made of a silvery metal. The light flared from the top of the egg, glowing bright white for a moment then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my heart hammering.

What was this thing?

This was the British Isles. All manner of faerie and other creatures once dwelt in the hills and dells before the Christians drove them deep into hiding. Was this one of theirs? Had a fey fallen from the sky and crashed here. Or, perhaps, laid a magical egg.

What should I do?

A red light flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the edge of the crater. The dirt shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of fear as my foot slipped into the depression, rocks cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain attempt to keep my balance.

Then I pitched head-first into the crater. I gasped as I bounced down the side. I rolled right at a large rock jutting out of the crater floor and—Merita gasped as the native's head struck a protruding rock. The sickening crunch was audible through the skin of the alien's craft. The ships warning beam, instead of scaring off the native, had caused it to injure itself. The native spilled onto its back, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

"Status," Merita commanded her sensors.

"The native has suffered a large blow to her cranium, shattering her skull. In addition, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to paralysis of her entire body, including her lungs. She will suffocate in several minutes."

"Oh, no," gasped Merita. "Bring her in. We have to heal her."

"That is a violation of the Treaty of Primitive Species, Article 7, Paragraph 93, Section B."

"I don't care. Override. We can't let her die. Seeing my craft has already interfered in her life."

"Likelihood of success is slim without bonding, which is in violation of the Treaty of Primitive Species, Article 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"Override," Merita said, staring at the poor native's face, her strange, yellow tentacles extending from her head. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.The first thing I realized when I came awake was being naked. The next thing I realized was I wasn't alone.

I laid recline on a seat, my head throbbing. Lights flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the magical star egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and...waking up.

Did I hit my head and fall unconscious? Where was I? And who was staring at me?

The face was a young girl's, her head smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair, and her skin purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire body froze. The girl hovered over me, her body equally naked as mine, her breasts small mounds, her skin smooth and still very purple. My eyes descended to her long legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My heart raced as I stared up at the faerie girl. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silvery eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to bolt, to scream, to do anything but tremble like an idiot. But I couldn't do anything. It was so hard to understand.

She had tentacles and purple skin and silver eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. Green and red and blue. Strange beeps and whirls sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical edges around me, where the blinking lights didn't cover it.

"Can you understand me?" the faerie answered in a melodic voice.

I nodded my head. "A-are you...going to...hurt m-me?"

"No," she said and then one of her tentacles caressed my naked stomach.

My eyes widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart beat. It was such a gentle touch. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the bottoms of my breasts.

"I won't hurt you," she answered. "I'm Merita. I hope you can understand me. Your language is so strange."

"I can," I swallowed as her tentacle wrapped about my small breast. The end curled up to the top and brushed my nipple.

It hardened pink against her purple and a tingle ran through me.

"What are you doing?"

"Bonding with you," she answered. "It's the only way for the medical procedure to take hold. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal cord, but without bonding with me, they will break down. You need me in you."

"In me?" I squeaked.

She nodded her smooth head then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my nipple. Her lips brushed mine. So smooth. She tasted sweet, like honey. I didn't know what to do. Why was she kissing me?

Her tongue probed my mouth. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A second tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her body. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her hard nipples pressed into my breasts. She kissed me harder, with passion.

What was going on?

The tentacle played with my nipple, brushing it and stroking it. Every time it did, wonderful shudders rippled out of me. Like with Nurse Paige earlier today, my body responded to the touches. The heat swelled in my pussy, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved higher. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my flesh. Tingles raced through my body as I moaned into our kiss. I couldn't help it. My lips moved, working against her as the heat swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving higher and higher on my thigh with each stroke, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to touch me. It was so strange. The faerie must have me bewitched. A lust spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her body. I stroked her smooth back. She was so warm and silky. She sighed into he kiss now as I stroked her spine.

"Yes," she purred, breaking the kiss as my finger traced her. "Yes, yes. I feared you did not know sex since my scans show you are a virgin."

"Scans?" I gasped, her tentacle so close to my pussy now, the end brushing where my inner thigh met my groin. Just so close.

"But you are not afraid. Mmm, stroke lower. I like to be touched...yes, there."

I stroked her lower back, right where the swell of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth hard. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger circle her lower back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her other appendage. The narrow tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folds. My juices flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonder delight shooting through my body. I heaved beneath her, my hips undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to keep me comfortable.

"Oh, you are getting so wet and juicy," purred Merita. "And you taste delicious."

"Taste?"

"Yes, yes. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your juices. So sweet. So innocent. And there is your hymen."

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my maidenhead, the elastic membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My eyes widened. I was about to lose my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome groom, but to a female fey's tentacle.

She smiled at me. "What a sweet gift you've given me. What is your name?"

"Henrietta," I gasped as the tentacle pressed harder.

My toes curled. I trembled and squirmed. This was really happening. She said my name, speaking it with a purr, and then kissed me. I melted against her, holding her tight as her tentacle tore through my hymen and entered me.

It was long and narrow. It wiggled and undulated inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. Delightful pleasure rippled through me. My sheath clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her body writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my left thigh. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

"Oh, you are so hot and sweet," moaned Merita, breaking our kiss again. "Oh, yes, it is so wonderful to bond with you."

"Uh-huh," I panted, squirming beneath her. I pressed my thigh up, savoring the feel of her hot sex smearing up and down on it. Her clitoris was hard against me. Her silver eyes fluttered. "I...I...could lick your pussy...and...and cure your hysterics."

"Make me cum?" she asked, her eyes widening.

I nodded my head and licked my lips. Her tentacle felt so wonderful inside of me. It didn't feel wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a dream. I had wandered into the world of faerie and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to feel guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my body, still playing with my nipple and driving her other tentacle deep into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless pussy. Her lips were a deep purple. Juices coated her flesh and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my stomach while her thighs went around my head. Her flowery musk filled my nose. I breathed in deeply as I squirmed on her tentacle. Her dark-purple clitoris peeked out of her folds.

I licked it.

"Yes, Henrietta," gasped the fey. Her tentacle squirmed harder in me. Wonderful delight surged through my body. "Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her clitoris again, gathering her flowery juices. I loved them. My hands grasped her back, stroking her spine again as I licked up and down her slit. My tongue probed into her delicate folds. She had a hole, like mine, my tongue wiggled in, but no hymen.

She wasn't a virgin. Had she lost her maidenhead to another female fey with tentacles?

It really didn't matter right now. I pressed my lips into her folds as my pussy clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her other tentacles slithered across my body, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensations rushing to my pussy.

"So good," I panted between licks of her pussy.

"Yes," she purred and then her tongue flicked at my clit.

I gasped. My pussy spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my orgasm growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the folds of her pussy and sucked on her clit again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my pussy. She grew excited. She tremble and moaned. The tentacle swelled bigger inside of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My stomach tensed. I squeezed my eyes shut. And then the paroxysms of pleasure burst in my depths. My pussy convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the wonderful waves of pleasure rippled through my body.

They reached my mind, bathing my senses in delicious rapture. I sucked so hard on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming walls of my pussy, feeding the delicious sensations rippling through me.

I kept cumming as her juices flooded out of her mouth. I tried to drink them down as I shuddered beneath her. I relieved her hysterics, too. She moaned her pleasure about my clit. We both thrashed and groaned. I nibbled harder on her clit.

My pleasure peaked. My mind bathed in ecstasy. Her thoughts poured into me.

Such a wonderful girl. Her pussy feels amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So wonderful. Oh, yes. She's perfect. She's the one.

Our thoughts merged. She echoed through my mind. My fingers dug into her back. They sank into her flesh. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her body flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her purple flesh melt into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Lord," I gasped, my heart hammering in fear.

Shh, don't be afraid. I'm here. I'm in you. We've bonded, Henrietta. We're one. Shh. Relax.

The flashing lights and whirling beeps swirled around me. It was too much. The faerie was in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and darkness crashed down on me.

Boarding School Encounter 02: Henrietta Possessed by the Lesbian Alien by mypenname3000

Science-Fiction, Alien, Anal, Female/Female, First Time, Lesbian, Monster, Oral Sex

Introduction:

Henrietta is possessed by Merita, the tentacle lesbian alien!

Boarding School Encounter

Chapter Two: Henrietta Possessed by the Lesbian Alien

By mypenname3000

"...henrietta..."

The faint voice called to me as I floated through darkness. It was feminine, familiar.

"...henrietta..."

The voice grew a little louder, whispering across the void. I tried to move my body, but I didn't have one. That should frighten me, but it didn't. I imagined I frowned as I struggled to understand what was happening.

"...henrietta..."

I was at Kensington Boarding School overwhelmed by all the strange, new sensations. My thoughts darted from Nurse Paige's "medical treatment" when she cured my hysterics by licking me to a wonderful orgasm to my new friend Tabitha hinting we would "cure" each other of hysterics in the dark of our room tonight. It had frightened me. I knew it was a sin to touch another woman like that.

A lesbian sin.

"...Henrietta..."

And then I fled the school out into the evening fog. The falling star had crashed into the earth and I found it, a silver egg. Then I fell into the crater, tumbled down the hill, and...woke up inside. There the purple fairy named...Merita had...had...

She molested me with her tentacles. She touched me. Caressed me. And made me feel so well. Paroxysms of joy had exploded inside of me as we humped together. Her tentacles had wormed into my flesh, taking my virginity.

"...Henrietta..."

And then she had merged into me. The fairy had sunk into my flesh and...and...the darkness had crashed down on me. It had been too much to take.

"...Henrietta..."

That voice... It belonged to the fairy. Merita.

"Henrietta."

It came through clearly. It sounded alien, her mouth not quite pronouncing the sounds right. It was an accent I had never heard before. London was a cosmopolitan city. One of the first to get electricity. Travelers across the British Empire passed through its port. And I had never heard the like.

"Henrietta, stop ignoring me. It's okay. You don't have to be afraid."

Warmth engulfed my body. I did still have a body. I wasn't just a consciousness floating in an uncreated void. The warmth drew me away from the void. Merita's voice guided to me, beckoning to me. I followed the fairy's words and opened my eyes.

I was still in a void.

Only in this void I had a body. I blinked as I floated through a darkness more absolute than any I had ever encountered. And yet I could see my naked body as clear as if sunlight lit them. But there were no shadows. My small breasts and hard nipples didn't block the light, creating patterns.

"It's okay," Merita whispered.

Her tentacles were wrapped about me, purple against my ivory skin. The end of one played idly with the blonde curls covering my pudenda. A hot shudder ran through my body. A hysteric itch formed between my thighs, aching for Nurse Paige's "medical treatment." I squirmed as I felt Merita pressed up behind me, her breasts small, her nipple hard. Her arms wrapped about me, hands clasped over my stomach as she nuzzled her hairless face against my neck.

"Shhh, it's okay. You were overwhelmed. That's to be expected from such a primitive species."

"Primitive?" I squawked.

"Well, yes. You have just discovered electricity. You are decades away from utilizing the electromagnetic spectrum for communication. You're only playing around with the most basic of computational machines. The primary means of transport is animal based."

"We have trains."

"Yes, burning coal. Not even refined petroleum has spread much."

"I don't understand. Aren't you from my world?" I paused. "No, you fell from the sky, fairy."

"Fairy..." Merita said the word slowly. "No, no. I am not a mythological creature who plays tricks on your race. I am..." She hesitated. "Alien is the best word in your language."

"You're from another country?"

"Planet." Merita's hand flew out and the world blurred. A blue sphere appeared, painted with white, fluffy bits and dotted with land that was a mix of green-brown and... My eyes widened. "Is that...Earth?"

"From orbit. Your kind are a century away from the most primitive technology to see this," she said. "This is your planet. Earth."

"Are you from Mars then? Or Venus?" An excited catch jumped into my voice. "Is that why you're so beautiful and naked? Because you're from Venus?"

"Why would that...?" She squirmed against me. "No, no. I am not even from your solar system but from another star."

My eyes widened as the world zoomed. My stomach lurched as earth flew away, dwindling to a small point. Then the sun became a little dot. We hurtled past stars and flew through clouds of colorful dust. My eyes widened as we stopped before a blue star, a hazy, orange planet hanging before it.

"That's my home."

"So you're not a fairy but an...an alien from another planet?" It was too much to believe. I squirmed. "And you came to my planet in your egg."

"Spaceship." She hesitated. "I crashed, actually. There was a mishap. I'm stuck here until I can repair my ship. If I can repair my ship."

I bit my lip. "And where are we?"

"In your mind. You passed out when I merged with your body. I'm inside you now. I guess I'm possessing you, though that's not quite right. You're language is so limited."

"Sorry." Then a flare of indignation shot through me. "No. I'm not. English is a perfectly good language. And what do you mean by possession? Are you controlling my body?"

"No, no. I had to merge with you. Do you remember falling down the crater?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, you broke your neck. You would have died if I didn't render you help. I sent nanomachines into..." She sighed. "You don't know what nanomachines are, of course?"

I shook my head.

"Well, they're little...automatons. And they are inside of you fixing the wound, but your body's immune system rejected them. They haven't fixed you yet, only created temporary nerves so you can move and breathe and not die. If I didn't merge with you, your body would have rejected the help and died. So long as we're one, the nanomachines will fix you."

"Are you sure you're not a fairy?" I asked, my head reeling. Immune system? Little automatons inside of me. Like those windup toys clockmakers build? "Because that sounds like magic."

"It's not. It's science. Very, very advanced science."

"And you're in me now?"

"Uh-huh."

"And this is all my imagination?"

"Yes it is."

"This is a little much. I mean..." I swallowed. "What if I've gone crazy? I did hit my head."

"Would your imagination ever create a purple-skinned alien with tentacles. Tentacles that do this?"

I gasped as the tentacle playing with my golden pubic hair slid down between my legs and rubbed at my pussy. Pleasure tingled through me. My folds instantly grew wet as the rubbery appendage stroked me. My nipples ached and I squirmed, suddenly so aware of her nipples poking me in the back.

Hard nipples.

"No," I gasped, her tentacle massaging my clitoris. My eyes widened as the pleasure raced through me. "I don't think my imagination could come up with something...so...so strange. Oh, my. That's..."

"Amazing," she purred, her voice husky. "Mmm, you are beautiful. Your hair is so wonderful."

Her tentacle brushed one of my blonde pigtails. I only answered with a moan, trembling as she rubbed harder and harder at my clitoris. My toes curled as I squirmed again. Her touch was delicious, teasing me, stroking me, driving me so wild.

"Y-you're making me feel so strange. You're causing me to have hysterics."

"Such a curious way to say you're horny," Merita purred, her tongue licking my ear. "I like it. I'll cure your hysterics, yes. I'll make you cum. Relax you so you can find wakefulness again."

I let out a moan as her tentacle moved from my clitoris to my pussy. It rubbed up and down against my wet flesh. The pleasure rippled out of my sex and through my body. I gasped, arching my back, pressing into her breasts. Her lips nibbled on my ear then she nuzzled at my neck, kissing and licking, while her other tentacles caressed my body.

It was wonderful. Everywhere her tentacles brushed me sent tingling rushes across my skin. They caress my stomach and thighs, my arms and chest. One wrapped about my small breast, squeezing it, exciting my nipple at the tip. Her tentacle's tip flicked at my hard nipple.

I gasped, "Merita."

"Yes, yes, just enjoy. Let us 'cure' each other. Mmm, you are such a beauty. You make me feel all hysterical and in need of such sweet release."

"Yes," I moaned in agreement, her tentacle rubbing harder at my pussy.

My juices slicked her tentacle. It slid faster and faster up and down my pussy. My eyes fluttered at the wonderful delight that coursed through me. I moaned again, another spasm rushing through my body.

And then her lips kissed around to the back of my neck. They were so soft and warm and wet. Everywhere they touched me sent flutters of delight through my body. My fingers clenched as she kissed lower, reaching my spine, following it down between my shoulder blades. She licked and nuzzled, teasing me.

It was delicious.

"Merita," I groaned. "Oh, your tentacles... Your touch... They're wonderful. Oh, yes. Oh, wow. I did not imagine such delights could exist."

"And I am so glad to share them with you."

Her lips kissed lower. I trembled every time she took a quick lick up my spine. I shivered, the sensations running all the way down to my pussy teased by her tentacle. Others played with my nipples, flicking them and rubbing slow circles about them. Her tentacles constricted about my body, squeezing and relaxing as Merita grew more excited.

She had four tentacles. Two played with my nipples and the third wiggled at the entrance of my pussy. The fourth brushed my lips. I kissed it, savoring the rubbery texture. My tongue licked out, swirling about it.

"Yes," moaned Merita. "Oh, I like it when you do that."

"This?" I asked with a giggle. I swirled my tongue about her tentacle then kissed the tip, sucking briefly."

"Yes." Her voice was so throaty. She nuzzled at my lower back, her hands stroking my sides as I kissed and nibbled on the tip. "So good. You are wonderful, Henrietta. I hope all your race are as loving."

They weren't. Our men could be so barbaric. They lacked the gentle souls of my sex. Merita had the same feminine, delicate energy. She wasn't brutish. She cared about me. She caressed me and loved me. I trembled as her tentacle wiggled into my pussy, deflowered by her earlier.

I gasped as she filled my hot, wet depths. Her tentacle undulated inside of me. It swelled and constricted, stretching me wider open. My mouth opened wide as I groaned. Her other tentacle slid into my mouth. I sucked on it and moaned as she fucked her appendage into my pussy.

"Ooh, I love the feel of your cunny wrapped about my tentacle."

I shuddered at her word. It was so cute and dirty all at the same time. Cunny. My cunny contracted on her pussy as her lips nuzzled lower down my body. Her hands slid down, stroking my hips then the cheeks of my buttocks. I gasped as she pried them apart.

And then her lips nuzzled down into my crack. I shuddered in the embrace of her tentacles as she worked closer and closer to my sphincter. Didn't she know how dirty it was there? What was she doing? Why would she lick me there?

I gasped about the tentacle fucking in and out of my mouth as her tongue swirled about my puckered sphincter. My butt clenched, trying to squeeze shut but her fingers kept them pried apart. She giggled, her tentacle fucking deeper into my pussy as she tongued me.

"Mmm, such a sour, earthy flavor. I like the taste of your ass, Henrietta. So good."

I could only squirm and moan as she wiggled her tongue like a small tentacle into my bowels. My eyes widened. I sucked so hard on her tentacle reaming my mouth while my pussy clenched on the appendage sliding in and out of my wet depths.

Pleasure stirred inside of me. The flutters of my hysterics grew as the wicked sensation of her tongue probing my sphincter merged with her tentacle pleasuring my cunny. I trembled, my nipples aching against her other appendages.

I wanted to scream out my growing pleasure.

"Mmm, yes, so tasty," she moaned between licks. "And your pussy is growing so hot and wet. Are you going to cum? Have your paroxysms? Am I about to cure your hysterics?"

If I could speak, I would have shouted: "Yes."

All the deviant sensations built in the core of my sex. My eyes rolled back in my head as I trembled. My cunny clenched and relaxed on her undulating tentacle. Strange, burning pleasure radiated from my bowels. My nipples ached. And her tentacle felt so warm and rubbery in my mouth, such a delight for my tongue to caress.

"Oh, you're curing my hysterics, too," moaned Merita. "Oh, yes. Let's cum together."

I gasped about her tentacle as she reamed my cunny faster. She locked her lips about my sphincter, sucking. I bucked in her embrace. Her fingers caressed my side. Her tentacles flicked my nipples. Wonderful sensations crashed through me.

I came.

Awe inspiring paroxysms of delight spasmed out of my cunny. My flesh convulsed about her tentacle as the waves of bliss washed through me. I groaned as she cured my hysterics. The rapture reached my mind. Stars danced through the dark void as I trembled.

"Yes, yes, yes, so good," moaned Merita. "Keep sucking on my tentacle while your cunny massages the other. Oh, Henrietta. You're so amazing. I love your body. Oh, yes. Oh, wow."

We cured each other's hysterics. It was amazing. I trembled and gasped. The pleasure peaked in me. I floated on it, held by her tentacles, then groaned as the bliss receded. I shuddered a final time, my cunny contracting on her withdrawing appendage.

Her tentacle popped out of my mouth. "Oh, Merita, oh, wow." I was so wonderfully tired. Lethargic. I buzzed, the fluttery sensations gone from my stomach. "That was so much better than Nurse Paige curing my hysterics."

"Good," Merita grinned. She had floated around me, now facing me. She pressed her body to mine, breast to breast, cunny to cunny, lips to lips.

We kissed. I closed my eyes, her arms and tentacles holding me. My hand stroked her back up to her bald head, loving how she felt as I humped my cunny into her pussy. My clitoris ached. The hysteric flutters built in my stomach again.

"Merita," I panted, breaking our kiss. "I think I need to be cured again."

She beamed at me. "I think I need it, too. Want to lick each other's cunnies?"

My eyes widened. I remembered the pleasure of Nurse Paige licking through mine. It had felt so wonderful and sinful. I knew it was wrong if we did it. But was this even real? It was like a dream. I couldn't sin in my dreams.

"Yes!"

I was eager to taste her. To taste my first pussy. Would she be different than a human's? Than Tabitha's? I trembled as Merita's tentacles turned us. They still gripped me, caressing me as she hovered over me, her legs spread. I caught my breath as I stared at the purple folds of her pussy. They were darker than her flesh, and swollen. Juices glistened and beaded on them.

I felt that same, wet heat adorning my own nethers. Were my pussy lips swollen like that? Engorged by my passion? Was that what caused the fluttering itches between my thighs just begging for someone to touch and ease my hysterics?

Maybe.

I breathed her in. She smelled flowery, like nectar. I moaned as her tentacles pulled our bodies together. Her thighs slipped around my head and her head slipped between my thighs. I felt her warm breath caressing my pussy.

I groaned and hugged her with my arms. I caressed her back as my nipples pressed into her stomach. Her nipples rubbed on mine. I licked my lips, staring at her pussy, wanting to lick her, but I was scared. Was there a certain why do it? What if I didn't like it? What if she didn't like it? A million questions shot through my mind.

And then were banished by her licking tongue.

I groaned, "Merita," as her tongue slid through my folds. It was a slow, gentle lick. It was so different from her rubbery tentacles. Her tongue was smaller, wetter. I gasped as she brushed the entrance to my pussy before pushing her tongue in like she had into my bowels.

The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned and pulled harder on her, forcing her pussy lips against my mouth. I tasted her. Flowery and sweet. My tongue licked out through her folds. My eyes widened. My fingers tightened on her back as I slid through her folds. She tasted wonderful. Her juices were thicker than water, almost creamy. They clung to my lips and dribbled down my chin as I licked her again and again.

She sighed into my pussy. That encouraged me. I was doing it right. She liked what I did. It pleased her. I pleased her. I licked and tongued through her pussy. Faster, growing more bold, more certain the more she squirmed and moaned.

"Henrietta," she sighed.

Oh, it was wonderful hearing my name from her voice. My thighs pressed on her round, bare head as her tongue dug deep into my pussy. She flicked my clitoris and wonderful sparks exploded through me.

I had to return the favor. I found her clitoris and licked the purple nub. It throbbed against my tongue and she shuddered and shivered. She sucked harder on my nub, licking me, loving me. It was amazing. I slid my hands up to grasp her ass as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth. I nibbled on it, loving how she bucked and responded.

"Henrietta, yes," she moaned, squirming as I kneaded her butt. I loved how her cheeks felt in my hand. I clenched, pulling her pussy down on me and shoving my tongue into her hole. She wasn't a virgin like I had been.

Had another girl-alien's tentacles taken her virginity, or had she lain with a boy-alien? I hoped it was a girl-alien.

Her lapping tongue drove that thought from my mind. She slid through my folds then nibbled on my lips. I gasped and shuddered, squirming more, drinking in the sensations. I copied her, sucking on her labia, driving her wild.

"Oh, Merita, you're wonderful," I groaned, her tentacles stroking my back.

"You, too. You taste amazing. So different than my people. So sweet and salty."

"You taste like flowers."

She giggled then rammed her tongue deep into my pussy, fucking it in and out of me. I gasped and bucked, pressing my nipples hard into her stomach. Wonderful flutters shot through me down to my pussy. My fingers clenched on her asshole.

Then I smiled as I licked through her folds. My finger ventured in between her butt-cheeks. I found her sphincter, touching it, not caring that it was dirty. We were in a dream. Nothing here was real. Nothing here was a sin.

"Henrietta," she gasped, her voice wonderfully throaty, as I wormed my finger into her bowels. My finger sank up to the knuckle. She was so warm and tight and rough. She clenched down on it. "Oh, yes. That's so wicked. I love it. I love having my ass played with."

"I enjoyed it, too."

She giggled then we went back to licking each other while I fingered her asshole. I wormed my tongue deep into her pussy as my finger pumped faster and faster in her. She squirmed more and more, clenching on my digit and moaning into my pussy.

The way she shuddered on me made me so excited. The impending paroxysm swelled inside of me. My orgasm. My cum. She tongued my cunny faster and faster. She flicked my clitoris as she squirmed on me.

"Are you going to cum, Merita?" I asked. "Am I curing your hysterics?"

"Yes," she husked between licks. "I'm going to cum so hard. Oh, yes. Oh, wow, Henrietta."

A flood of her juices squirted out of her pussy and splashed into my face. I opened my mouth, the warm, flowery nectar filling my mouth. Her bowels spasmed about my finger as she bucked and shuddered atop me. I drank down her juices, marveling that she could produce so much, while I held her.

My excitement mounted as she moaned into my cunny. She squirmed and spasmed on me, grinding her pussy against my mouth. Her flood slowed and then she kept licking me, eager to give me such pleasure.

"Cum for me, Henrietta," she panted between feverish licks. "You gave me such an orgasm. Let me return the favor. Squirt your juices into my mouth. I love them."

Her tentacles stroked my back faster and faster. I loved the feel of them. I groaned, my toes curling as her tongue whipped my cunny to a froth. My orgasm built in my depths, a wonderful release to cure my hysterics.

"Oh, Lord, this is amazing," I panted. "Oh, yes. I...I..."

"Cum," she moaned and flicked her tongue over and over against my clitoris.

My body spasmed. My pussy clenched. Pleasure burst in the depth so of my cunny. I moaned into her sweet sex as the paroxysms filled my body. I came so hard. I bucked and shuddered, the pleasure crashing into my mind and...

...carried me off into wonderful darkness.Merita smiled as the world she constructed in Henrietta's mind to ease her into their new situation faded. She turned around, her dream-body buzzing with the pleasure of her orgasm. Henrietta floated naked, her body pale and lovely, blonde pigtails hovering in the weightless void.

"You are such a beautiful girl," Merita said, stroking her lover with hands and tentacles. "I love your breasts. So small and cute." She couldn't resist leaning down and sucking on a nipple.

Henrietta mewled, floating on the bliss of her orgasms. Merita smiled and kissed her lover on the lips. Then she sighed and waited for Henrietta to wake-up. Merita's thoughts turned to her problems. She was stuck in Henrietta's body until the girl healed. And her spaceship was broken. And an important piece had fallen off.

If a human found the core first...

Merita shuddered to think what would happen.

The world grew fainter and fainter as Henrietta came nearer and nearer to consciousness. Merita hugged Henrietta's dream body and smiled as the universe faded. Merita merged into Henrietta's mind, occupying a small corner as the girl's eyes fluttered open.

That's it* whispered Merita to her lover and host. *Open your eyes. It's okay. Don't be afraid. I'm in you.*I opened my eyes, obeying Merita's voice whispering in me.

I gasped, my heart racing. I was back in the egg—no, her spaceship—and everything beeped. Lights blinked. What did they all mean?

They're just alarms. My ship is broken and the computer is trying to let me know.*

"Okay," I said. "You can read my thoughts?"

Of course. I'm in your mind. Merita laughed. I'm with you. Don't worry. The ship isn't in danger. But it is missing a piece. We'll need to find that.*

"What?" I swallowed. "Find what?"

The core. It's full of nanomachines.*

"Those things keeping me alive?"

Yes. They can...change things. Mold things. If a human is exposed to them without a computer to guide them...* Merita shuddered in my mind. *Well, it would be bad. Do you see the panel to your right near the seat? It has three green lights and a flashing ruby one.*

I scanned across all the various panels and lights, searching for the one she said. I bit my lip and then noticed the flashing red. *Yes, I see it, Merita.*

Images flashed through my mind of Merita pressing the green buttons in a certain sequence. *Just do that. Okay. It'll pull out the scanner. And then we'll go find it.*

What, tonight?* I asked as I punched in the buttons. *It's dark out. I can't do that. I have to get back to the school. I'll be in enough trouble as it is for being out so late.*

Trouble? School?*

Yes!* My heart fluttered. *How do I get out of here?*

But the core.*

I'll find time to help you search, okay? But not tonight. I'll get in trouble. Please, I don't want to get a spanking.* Especially not after hearing some of the teachers would take advantage after a spanking, touching their students inappropriately, curing their hysterics.

Doing what Merita and I had done in the dream.

Being discipline doesn't sound that bad* purred Merita.

I blushed. She could read all my thoughts. I didn't like that one bit.

Sorry. It can't be helped.*

I sighed. This was better than death. Probably. *How do I get out of here?*

Merita flashed instructions through my thoughts. I climbed out and the cold air shot through me. I was naked. My clothing gone, stripped off of me and stored in the ship. Merita showed me how to retrieve them, and I dressed, my teeth chattering and my feet dancing, as fast as I could. The fog was so thick. It covered everything.

The last thing I did was turn on what Merita called a "cloak." Leaning over through the hatch, I punched in the commands on the console. And then I jumped back as the hatch closed. It sealed shut and the egg rippled, wavered, and then was gone.

I squeaked in fright. I reached out and felt it. My hand slid over nothing.

Don't you need to get to the school?* Merita asked, her voice testy. *If you have time to stroke the outside of my ship, maybe you have time to go find the core. It can't be too far away. I hope.*

"No, no," I gasped out loud. I put the scanner into a pocket in my skirt than hurried out of the crater. The ground crumbled beneath my feet. I held my skirt up so I didn't trip on them. Then I reached the top and ran, still holding my skirts.

I was surprised I wasn't winded when I reached the school. The lights of the oil lamps in the windows made the school glow in the fog, illuminating it. I followed the lights and reached the back door. I smoothed my skirt, only a little flushed from my exertion, and strode inside, my stomach twisting.

I hope I wasn't in tro—

"Etta!"

I yelped in shock. The excited voice of Tabitha greeted me. She jumped to her feet from her seat at one of the dining room tables and rushed across the empty room to me, her red hair bouncing about her shoulders. A relieved smile spread across her freckled cheeks. Her arms threw around me, hugging me tight.

I couldn't help but be aware of the soft feel of her small breasts pressing on mine. I blushed to my roots and squirmed in her exuberant embrace.

"I was so worried about you," she said. "Ooh, I tried to follow, but you were so quick and the fog was so thick. I had no idea where you went. Whatever was wrong?"

"I..." So much had happened, I struggled to remember why I had even run out into the night. Discovering that a lesbian alien with tentacles had crushed behind our school then possessed my body was hard enough to deal with. "I just...needed air. You know, a nice evening constitutional, as my father would put it."

"In this fog?" Tabitha shook her head. "Well, Etta, I'm just glad you're okay."

Why does she call you Eta?* asked Merita.

It's a strange way to make a diminutive of Henrietta.*

Diminutive?*

People with longer names often get them shortened as pet names or nicknames, usually used by people close to you. Friends, family.*

Oh. Interesting.*

I wish she would use my name's proper diminutive, which his Hettie or Ettie.* I sighed.

"Are you okay, Etta?" Tabitha cocked her head. "You look like you're concentrating on a mathematical equation. School has not started yet. No need for such fierce concentration."

"Sorry, just...thinking. Everything that's happened today is so...new. So strange. Honestly, I'm a overwhelmed."

"I understand. Let's get to bed, get settled in, and relax. That will help out."

Before I could answer, the exuberant girl seized my hand and dragged me off behind her. I yelped and hurried after her as we moved through the halls. Then we climbed the stairs to the fifth floor, top of the school. Tabitha was panting when we reached the top and gave me a curious look.

"Did you do lots of calisthenics at your last school?"

"No," I answered as she tugged me down the hall. I frowned but before I could gather my thoughts, Tabitha had thrown open the door to our room and dragged me in. She closed it behind us.

Our room was small, two beds on either side with a shared nightstand between. An oil lamp set on it, though it was unlit. The only light came from the window, dim from the fog. Tabitha struck a match and lit the lamp adjusting the wick to produce a bright flame.

Such primitive technology. What is it burning? Carbon fuel?*

I ignored Merita as Tabitha began unbuttoning her blouse. I shouldn't be shocked. We were sharing a room, so undressing together was to be expected. But after indulging in lesbian passion with Merita, I was suddenly so aware of the feminine form and the delights it offered. I caught my breath as her buttons worked down, exposing her chemise beneath. She stripped out of her dress, carefully hanging it in the wardrobe on her side of the room. She peeled out of her petticoats and chemise, stripping naked before me.

She was so pale, her skin whiter than mine, with freckles dusting her shoulders and down to her small breasts. Firm and round, bigger than mine, with pink nipples hardened by the chill in the room. Her skin pebbled from the cold as my gaze slid down to the fiery thatch of hair between her thighs.

Ooh, wow, that's delicious* Merita moaned. *Your yellow hair—*

Blonde* I corrected.

Your blonde hair is lovely, but that red. So bright. Wow. I've never seen anything like it. Your race is so lucky to have your strange pussy hair.*

Pubic hair.* My blush intensified.

Pubic hair, yes. *

A hot itch rippled through me. My pussy grew moist as Tabitha bent over, digging into the chest at the base of her wardrobe. I stared at her round ass, more fiery pubic hair peeking out between slender thighs. Her pussy hidden. I wanted to expose it. To push aside her curls and lick her. She shifted as she searched then yanked free her nightgown. She pulled over her head, her body shifting as she worked the linen down her body.

"There," she said. "That's better. Brr, it's a little chilly." She turned to face me and blinked. "Etta, you got to get naked. And then, I think, I need your help." She flopped onto her bed, her feet sticking out of the bottom of the long nightgown, her nipples dimpling the fabric.

"Oh, yes," I blushed, my fingers heading to the buttons of my blouse.

I worked them down, staring at her feet. Her cute as they wiggled. She ran her hands up and down her nightgown, caressing her legs through it. She squirmed, color entering her cheeks as she watched me undress.

Those green eyes were on me. They made me tingle more, hysterics building in my nethers. The tingles, the squirms, the aching need to be touched and rubbed until wonderful paroxysm burst inside me, spreading orgasmic delight.

But we weren't in my mind. Out here, it would be a true sin.

Sin? Such a primitive concept. It's just sex. Something that you shouldn't feel any shame for enjoying.* Merita let out a purring laugh. *I know I felt no shame when we made love. When we gamahuched each other. I like that word. *

I turned away from Tabitha as I slipped my blouse off my shoulders, revealing my camisole. The skirt came off, rustling over my lacy petticoats. I bent down, unlaced my shoes and pulled them off followed by my stockings. The floor was cold on my bare toes.

"You're very pretty," Tabitha said. "You're going to be such a beautiful woman. I bet all the men want to marry you."

"You're pretty, too," I answered. Flashes of her red-furred crotch flared in my mind, obscuring my vision. Merita caused that.

My cunny itched more. I squirmed. I needed to have my hysterics cured. Maybe I could do it myself, rub my clitoris until I orgasmed. I would wait for Tabitha to fall asleep and then abuse myself in silence.

I stripped off my petticoats and camisole, then quickly fished out a nightgown before Tabitha noticed the juices glistening on my thighs, a sure sign I had hysterics in need of curing. I pulled it on over my head and dashed to my bed.

"Wait, Etta."

I turned to my new friend. She bit her lip, squirming. "I need your help."

"With...?" My question died on my lips. I remembered her intimations from earlier, the ones that sent me fleeing into the night. She wanted us to "cure" each other's hysterics. To engage in lesbian sin.

Sin* snorted Merita. *Don't be dense. I can feel the desire you have for your friend. She is beautiful. Two females making love, curing hysterics, is something to be celebrated on my world. There are those of us devoted wholly to that wonder. No male has ever caressed me with his tentacles.*

She said it with such pride as I stared at my friend, her fingers drawing up the hem of her nightgown, exposing more and more of her legs. "Etta, I really need your help. I'm so out of sorts. All wet and squirmy down there. Can you...finger me? I can help you out once you've cured me. But I need the paroxysms. So badly. And it's too late to rouse the nurse. I won't be able to sleep. And tomorrow is so very important."

The hem slipped higher. I stood rooted, scared and aroused, wanting to go to her and wanting to flee while my eyes couldn't look away from her ivory legs. More and more of her was revealed. And then her pubic hair... So bright against her pale skin, A beacon, drawing me to her.

"Yes," I moaned and dashed to her bed, bare fleet slapping on cold stone.

I fell onto my knees onto the hard mattress. My hands stroked her thighs, pushing them apart, revealing her fur matted with her excitement, hints of pink peeking through the rosy forest. I breathed in her tangy musk, my mouth salivating.

Yes, yes, let's enjoy her together* moaned Merita.

"Etta," gasped my friend as I buried my face hungrily into her cunny and licked.

I tongued her. I lapped at her with such ferocity. I was like a starving man finally given a feast. My hands wrapped about her as I felt her silky pubic hair tickle my nose and cheeks. They were so soft. And her cunny...

So wet. So hot. So tasty.

Her tangy juices coated my tongue. I shuddered, my pussy aching as I devoured my friend. My fingers reached down, parting her pussy lips, exposing her folds and the membrane of skin stretched over her pussy's entrance. I nuzzled at her hymen, poking my tongue a bit through one of the small holes before I lapped up to her clitoris.

"Etta," she gasped. "Oh, yes, you've done this before, you naughty girl. On who? A friend from school? One of the maids in your home? Who did you cure?"

"Merita," I moaned between licks.

"Merita. Ooh, exotic. A maid then? Was she colored? A mulatto?"

"Something like that." My lips sealed on her clitoris as my fingers stroked her pussy lips. I didn't want to talk more. I shouldn't have even mentioned her name, but I was so caught up in my sinful desires. I knew this was wrong, and somehow that made it even more exciting.

My tongue swirled on her clitoris, caressing it like Merita had taught me. The alien whispered in my thoughts, encouraging me, savoring the pleasure. Merita felt it, too. My pussy clenched at the wicked things she whispered in my thoughts.

That's it. Lick her, dyke slut. Oh, yes, Henrietta. Yes, yes, yes, Devour her cunny. Make her cum. Cure her hysterics with your naughty cum. Oh, she tastes so good. Oh, yes. This is so beautiful. Listen to her moans.*

They're wonderful* I answered.

"Oh, wow, Etta." Tabitha's hips humped against my lips. "Oh, you're so wonderful. I'm so glad you're my friend."

"Me, too."

I licked my lips, cleaning them of her juices before diving into her pussy once more. I nibbled on Tabitha's folds and licked at her hymen again, my nose nuzzling into her little clitoris. Eighteen-years-old and I was turning into a lesbian hussy.

My parents would be horrified.

My cunny clenched again. The hysterical need to be caressed increased. If my fingers weren't busy stroking her folds as I licked up to her clitoris, I would finger myself. I sucked on her clitoris again, loving how she gasped and bucked when I did that.

A throaty moan burst from her lips. "Oh, yes, Etta. Oh, yes. I can feel it coming. My...my paroxysms. Yes, yes, cure my hysterics!"

Her voice rose a whole octave as she came, releasing a shrill scream. Her juices flooded tangy out of her pussy. I gulped them down, reveling in the fact I made my friend cum. I gave her lesbian pleasure. And I loved every moment of it.

Yes, it is so beautiful, Henrietta. Drink her juices. Oh, yes.*

"Etta," gasped my friend. She arched her back a final time. "Oh, you wonderful siren." She twined one of my pigtails about her finger. "I have to help you out. I have to cure you."

"Yes," I moaned.

We kissed. It was so wonderful. Her lips were so soft. I was on top of her, feeling her squirm beneath me, her hand pulling up my nightgown. She nibbled on my lower lip as she bared more and more of my legs. Then her hands were caressing me, sending amazing pleasure shooting up to my pussy.

She broke the kiss. "Roll over. I have to lick you. To use my tongue to give you such sweet relief."

I nodded my head and rolled onto my back. *Oh, we're going to enjoy this* Merita purred. *It's her first time. That's special.*

It is* I agreed.

Tabitha settled between my thighs, her fingers playing with my blonde curls. "You're so wet, Etta."

"So were you," I giggled. "When you had your orgasm, you drenched my face."

"I hope you taste as good as I do." Tabitha licked her lips and lowered her head.

Her first tongue swipe was hesitant, unsure. Then she sighed and licked again. And again. Each one was more confident, surer. Her fingers pulled my pussy lips apart, her tongue licking and nuzzling.

"No hymen. Who did you give it to?"

"Merita," I moaned. "She pricked my maidenhead."

"With a dildo?"

"Yes," I lied. "Please, just lick me."

Her tongue pressed into my hole before she licked up to my clitoris. I groaned, a pressure swelling in my cunny. I felt so full, like something grew inside of me. I moaned, arching my back as her tongue found my clitoris, sucking, nibbling.

The pressure grew. I groaned. It almost hurt. My back arched and then I gasped and it exploded out of my pussy. Tabitha gasped in shock then she shrieked. She tried to pull away, but I held her to my pussy.

Not with my hands or legs. My eyes widened.

Purple tentacles had sprouted from my cunny and wrapped about my friend's head. Her eyes were wild with fright.

My heart lurched and the world spun about me. I had tentacles. Purple tentacles. Merita's tentacles. What was going on?

Boarding School Encounter 03: Tabitha Molested by Henrietta's Pussy Tentacles by mypenname3000

Science-Fiction, Alien, Anal, Female/Female, First Time, Lesbian, Monster, Oral Sex, Virginity

Introduction:

Henrietta's merging with the alien Merita has unintended side-effects!

Boarding School Encounter

Chapter Three: Tabitha Molested by Henrietta's Pussy Tentacles

By mypenname3000

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute shock. Our small bedroom in the Kensington Boarding School swam around me. This was impossible. This could not be happening. Out of all the strange, life-changing things that happened today, this was too much.

I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my pussy and wrapped about Tabitha's head and flaming hair. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could feel through them, the silky texture of my friend's skin, the soft waves of her red hair, her warm breath wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to breathe. I fell back on Tabitha's bed, my breasts heaving beneath my nightgown. It was bunched up around my waist. Just moments ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still taste her tangy pussy on my lips.

Relax, Merita, the lesbian alien possessing my body, whispered in my thoughts. Relax. Those are our tentacles. They came out because you grew so excited. Not that I blame you. Tabitha did a wonderful job licking your pussy.

Tabitha sucked in another breath and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were wild. Her hands gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her face. I didn't know what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding school into the foggy night an alien's spaceship crashed, I fell into the crater made by its impact, and almost died? How could I tell her I broke my neck?

If Merita hadn't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so weird to call a craft that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would have died. Nanites, according to her, were little automatons, like tiny wind-up toys, inside of me, working to fix my broken neck. Only my body didn't like it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to possess me. She merged our bodies together.

You never said I would sprout tentacles from my pussy, Merita!

What's wrong with tentacles? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your body. You exploded so hard when I took your maidenhead and fucked them in and out of your tight cunny. You even liked sucking on them. They are perfectly fine tentacles.

I did... But I'm not like you. I'm human. We don't have tentacles sprouting from our cunnies.

Before Merita could respond, a loud knock rattled our door. "What is going on in there?"

The sound of Prefect Geneva bolted fear through me and Tabitha. My friend stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her head, reacting to fear. My lust evaporated, they slithered back inside my pussy and were...gone.

"What's wrong? I heard screams."

"Nothing, Prefect," I shouted, my heart thudding. I had never been so terrified of being caught in all the eighteen years of my life. We were half-naked, faces smeared in cunny cream, and in Tabitha's bed. Even without the tentacles, we were behaving so poorly.

Proper young women did not...engage in lesbian sex. No matter how wonderful it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as wide as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our rears. We lifted our hips, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the door opened. Geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hand. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a white nightgown, her large bosom swelling the front. Ruffled laces decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see," she said, her voice speaking with a refined diction. "Did you two have hysterics that needed to be cured?"

I blushed while Tabitha said, "Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a frightful state, our bellies full of flutters, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We wouldn't be able to get a good night's rest if we...didn't...do that."

The prefect gave us a smile. "I am glad to see you girls are helping cure the other's hysterics. We can't have our girls squirming in class or up half the night unable to sleep. You are here to get an education, and we can't do that if your poor cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in astonishment. There had been hints all day that this school...approved of lesbian behavior, all under the guise of curing a medical condition. I had heard of female hysterics, of course, I just never realized the cure was so stimulating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the doctor to have her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to imagine the wizened, old man licking my mother's pussy or fingering her clitoris to bring about paroxysms of rapture to cure her.

No wonder she went at least once a week for a treatment.

"Well, in the future I would ask you not to be so loud. Others are trying to sleep." She fixed us both with a tight smile. "If you are this loud again, I will issue demerits and send you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand?"

"Yes, Prefect," Tabitha and I said together.

"Well, have a good night," smiled Geneva. "And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever need it, my room is just down the hall. I am always willing to help a young woman achieve the pinnacle of health. It would be my pleasure." Her voice was throaty with those last words, her eyes smoky.

My pussy itched and flutters ran through me as the older girl closed the door behind us.

I squirmed as the silence deepened. The light from our oil lamp flickered through the room. Electricity hadn't spread this far into the country yet. I am sure it would someday. Electric lights were such marvels. All of London glowed at night these days.

Tabitha stared at me, her freckled face paler than usual. "Henrietta," she said, using my full name instead of Eta for the first time, her voice breathless, "what were those that came out of your cunny?"

"Tentacles," I said, my heart clenching in fear.

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My friend swallowed. "Can you explain why you have tentacles that come out of your pussy? Are you a freak? do you belong in a traveling carnival?"

I bit my lip. Tell her, urged Merita. She's already seen them. I'm sure she'll understand.

Right. She'll understand that an alien possessed me.

Sarcasm is very annoying, Henrietta. It is considered quite rude to my people. Tell her. I'm sure she'll understand and even come to like them. Remember how much you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were wonderful. I glanced at my friend, staring into her green eyes. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable girl. I licked my lips, tasting her tart pussy again as she trembled.

"Okay, when I went out for a walk, I saw a shooting star and it crashed..."

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at first, the strange lights and beeping sounds of her spaceship. How she had made love to me with her tentacles and healed my body and merged into me.

"And she's an...alien. Like from another planet?"

I nodded my head.

"From Venus?"

Why do your people keep thinking that? Venus is a horrible place. It's worse than Mars.

I giggled. "No, no, she's not from Venus. She finds it odd we think that."

"Well, it's Venus. Where else would a beautiful, female alien who likes to cure hysterics comes from?" Tabitha asked. "Not from Mars like one of those invading aliens."

Invading? Merita asked.

I frowned at my friend.

"You know, like in HG Wells's serial. Don't you read Pearson's Magazine?" Tabitha asked. "It's just getting good. The tripods are out and they have heat rays and they're marauding across the English countryside."

"Oh, a story," I said and wrinkled my nose. "No, I don't read books about...aliens. And invasions."

"You should. So she's not from Venus."

"She's from a different planet around a different sun," I answered. "Way far away."

"Wow," Tabitha said, a huge smile on her face. "This is amazing."

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, face painted by the lantern. She licked her lips and let out a squirm and a moan full of pent-up hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thighs. I knew it was wrong to keep "curing" each other. Especially with tongues and lips, but it was so wonderful.

"So...Merita cured your hysterics with her tentacles?" asked Tabitha.

I nodded my head.

"And plucked your maidenhead?"

I nodded again, blushing and remembering how her tentacle had penetrated my hymen and buried into my depths. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her appendage. It was so wonderful feeling her slide in and out of my cunny.

"And you even sucked on her tentacle...like it was a prick."

My eyes widened. "What? Sucking on a prick?"

Tabitha nodded her head. "My maid was such a wicked girl. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their dicks sucked. A little oral pleasure, and there was no risk of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a gentleman's attention on me during courtship and win his affection and marriage proposal, I should be prepared to use my mouth."

"That's so sinful," I gasped and grimaced. "Eww, I could never do that."

Nor could I. Penises are the worse. They're just disgusting.

"You used your mouth on my cunny," Tabitha pointed out.

"That's different. I wasn't satiating a man's vile lusts, I was curing your hysterics." The lie was so reassuring. It wasn't sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two girls helping each other out. The fact it was the most wonderful thing in the world only made the chore a delight to perform. "I liked curing your hysterics."

"And I was having fun until your...tentacles sprouted." Tabitha's hand touched my bare thigh. My nightgown hadn't gone all the way down to my legs beneath the cover. She slid higher, pressing beneath my gown.

My pussy fluttered.

"And...well...I was wondering...if you could...cure my hysterics with your tentacles?"

Oh, that sounds wonderful, Merita purred. You'll love it.

I had a feeling I would.

I nodded my head. "Gladly. Only...I don't know how to make them come out." I concentrated, pushing down with my pussy, trying to force them out. I groaned, straining, but they did not appear. Merita?

Hmm, this is an unusual case. But I imagine Tabitha only has to stimulate you and they will appear.

"Well, I think I can make them appear," Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speaking in my mind.

Tabitha leaned in and her lisp kissed mine. They were so juicy and sweet, adorned with my musk. I groaned, trembling as we shared our kiss. It started out chaste, but soon our tongues were meeting each other, kissing in the vulgar French fashion.

But it didn't feel vulgar with her hand stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling flutter racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juices flowing as I savored her lips. They were so wonderful. My heart beat faster and faster, sending a rush of delight through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the kiss. A smile spread across her freckled cheeks. "I like kissing you."

"Me, too," I said, a little breathless.

"And you're nipples are so hard. Look at them." Tabitha eyes flicked down to my nipples poking at the linen. "They want to be played with, too."

She leaned down, her red hair caressing my face, and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. Her saliva soaked through the material, warm and wet. My nipple ached as she nibbled and sucked, shooting delight down to my pussy.

Something squirmed in my depths.

"Oh, yes," I moaned. "That's it, Tabitha. Mmm, yes. Get me excited. Stimulate me and sprout my tentacles. And then I'll play with your body. We'll have such a wonderful time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. Her fingers crept higher on my thighs, pushing up my nightgown. It was so hot all of a sudden, the covers smothering us. I pushed them down as she sucked on my nipple, exposing our legs.

Her fingers reached my pussy. She stroked at my blonde curls as she kissed over to my other nipple and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen fabric rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.

The hysterical flutters built in my stomach. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blonde curls, only stroking the edges of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath us.

"Tabitha," I panted, the squirming growing in my depths. "More, more. You have to touch my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, stop teasing me."

"But it's so much fun to tease you," grinned Tabitha. She looked at me, her face hovering over the two wet spots on my nightgown.

Yes, she is a naughty tease, Merita purred. You should touch her back. Stimulate her and she'll stimulate you.

I liked that idea. As Tabitha leaned down to suck on my nipples through my nightgown—going back and forth between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my hand up her side and fondled her round breast. Hers were bigger than mine. I squeezed it through her nightgown, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her fingers brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her breast. Her nipple stood out hard against her nightgown, begging to be touched. I moved up to the laces keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the first tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the second and slipped my hand down the front of her dressing gown.

"Etta," she moaned between sucks as my bare hand cupped her breast, her nipple rubbing into my palm. "Ooh, yes, I like that."

Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my pussy lips. She made longer and longer contact, sliding up and down my slit and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so hard between my fingers and yet soft at the same time. She moaned every time I rolled it.

Her fingers rubbed harder at my pussy. She no longer teased me. I groaned, my toes curling as she coaxed out my pussy tentacles. My legs spread wider and wider as the squirming in my depths grew and grew.

"Tabitha," I moaned, my toes curling. My finger pinched her nipple hard. "I think...yes, yes, I think they're about to sprout."

"Do it," she moaned, her fingers sliding up and rubbing hard at my clitoris. "Let them out. I want you to cure my hysterics. Do it."

My pussy clenched, squirmed. The pleasure swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my pussy. They brushed my thighs and then her hand as my orgasm burst inside of me.

Juices flooded out with my tentacles, coating them. They rose into the air, purple and glistening with my juices. I gasped and moaned, my tentacles flailing. Tabitha gasped, pulling her hands away from me, staring at the tentacles as the pleasure washed through my mind.

"Oh yes, your pussy tentacles," she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny. "They're cumming out of your lips, stretching you open. Ooh, that looks wild."

"Uh-huh," I panted and shuddered, my orgasm peaking inside of me.

I fell back on the pillows, panting, groaning, my toes clenching and my tentacles twitching. They were a part of me. Like my arms or legs. I could feel them, control them. It wasn't difficult either even though there were four of them. I wiggled them, bringing a giggle from Tabitha's lips.

She clapped her hands. "Wow. Those are...exciting. I don't know what it is, Etta, I really don't, but the sight of them stir such wonderful flutters through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly." She leaned over me, her red hair spilling around her face and falling down to brush mine. "Will you care my hysterics? Pretty please?"

I grinned at her, eager to use my new tentacles.

Our tentacles, Merita corrected. And you will enjoy using them. They are so sensitive.

"I can arrange that, Tabitha," I smiled, eager to find out if Merita was correct.

Tabitha rained kisses on my face as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red hair tickled my face as her hot lips moved about my cheeks and temple. Then she kissed my nose and finally my lips. That kiss wasn't a peck, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and undulated as excitement flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the kiss, a huge grin on her face and bolted up. She shifted on her knees, her breasts pressing against her dressing gown as she grasped one of my tentacles. I gasped, shuddering as she stroked it.

"Ooh, it is slippery with your cunny juices," grinned Tabitha. "And you smell delicious."

Tabitha leaned over and licked at my tentacle. She dragged her tongue up it. My body twitched and spasmed. Her tongue rose higher and higher, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my nipples, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendages to play with.

Remembering how much Merita loved it when I sucked on her tentacle in my dream, I brought one to my mouth. It bent over and lowered down to my lips. I sucked on it, tasting my sweet musk staining the tentacle.

My pussy clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasure rippled down my tentacle to my pussy, sending wonderful flutters through me. I sucked harder, wiggling more and more of my tentacle into my mouth.

Yes, yes, that is delicious, Merita moaned in my mind.

It is. These are amazing. Ooh, I love them.

Tabitha, a twinkle in her green eye, reached the tip of my second tentacle. She swirled her tongue about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My eyes widened. Double the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of delight shot through me.

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in delight. My cheeks hollowed as I cleaned all my juices off. My eyes fluttered. Pleasure rippled down my tentacle. I shuddered as Tabitha swirled her tongue about the tip of the other, her hands stroking me.

My hand shot out, grasping her knee through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot pleasure rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new sensations rippled through me. They were so wicked and wonderful.

And you have two other tentacles not doing anything at all, Merita reminded me. They need to play, too.

Yes, yes, yes, you're so wonderful, Merita.

She purred in delight and, for a moment, I felt our thoughts kiss. It was sensual, a burning ripple that washed across my mind. I bucked again and then shot out the two remaining tentacles right for Tabitha.

One went high. The purple appendage dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my pussy cream across her chest as I searched for her breasts. I found one and entwined it. The tentacle slithered around her tit, squeezing it until the tip reached her hard nipple and batted it.

The second went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her sleek thighs and then quested up her leg, searching for her virgin cunny. Tabitha trembled, sucking so hard on my tentacle, shooting wicked delight down the appendage. I quested the fourth tentacle farther and farther up her thigh until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so warm and hot, her curly pubic hair tickling my appendage. I slid the tip up and down her slit, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, striking the little nub then slid down her wet lips and brushed her hymen.

Oh, she is dripping wet, Merita. Can you fell it?

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.

Boarding School Encounter 04: Miss Marilynn Molests the Maid by mypenname3000

Science-Fiction, Alien, Anal, Female/Female, First Time, Lesbian, Monster, Oral Sex, Toys, Virginity

Introduction:

Henrietta has to hide her secret in the shared bath, but it is so hard when nubile Peony wants to be washed.

Boarding School Encounter

Chapter Four: Miss Marilynn Molests the Maid

By mypenname3000

"Miss Marilynn! Missy Marilynn," a panicked, feminine voice called, reaching into the confused thoughts of Marilynn Gully, the young philosophy teacher at The Kensington Boarding School, an all-girls school in the English countryside. "Please, please wake up, Miss Marilynn."

What happened? the teacher wondered, trying to organize her thoughts while her body lay limp, her eyes closed. She felt the hands push on her. Who is that? Daisy?

...disconnected... an alien voice whispered through her mind, tinny, mechanical yet undeniably feminine. ...disconnected...

"Please, Miss Marilynn, I'm scared. I don't know where we are. It's too foggy."

Thoughts coalesced in Marilynn's mind, pulled in by an alien presence. It skittered across her thoughts, sinking into them. Flashes of her past streaked through the teacher's mind, all twenty-five years of her life were experienced, absorbed. Childhood growing up on the Avon River and dashing through daisy fields, her schooling, her desire to learn, attending Oxford at a young age. The first time she made love to a woman, her professor's wife in a stuffy attic bedroom while a party bustled below. How Mrs. Kirk had licked and tongued Marilynn's pussy to a gasping orgasm and then how she returned the favor, licking the older woman's cunny, delighting in the taste and the feel of her silky pubic hair. The realization that she did not want a husband but a wife.

And how society shunned that.

Getting her degree in philosophy. Hearing rumors of a school that molded young women into the joys of sapphic delight. Whispered by Mrs. Kirk herself, an alumni of The Kensington Boarding School. The joy at being accepted. The thrill at the sight of your youthful charges and her eager desire to make sweet love to their growing bodies. How this very evening she lured out the eighteen-year-old maid, Daisy, to have a lesbian romp in the foggy night.

The feel of Daisy's round, warm breasts as Marilynn sank her hand into her bodice. Their sweet kisses, tongues meeting, heating their passion. The growing, wet itch between her thighs aching for Daisy to plunge her fingers into.

...connection...

And then the shooting star blazing over head. Her excitement at finding a meteorite outweighed her desires to ravage Daisy's bountiful flesh. The girl's fear of fairies as they stumbled through the mist, following the beeping sound.

The cannister and its black mist that poured into her body.

What was that substance? It choked me? Did I pass out?

...connection...

...must connect...

...computer unresponsive...

"Please, please Miss Marilynn. I'm not strong enough to carry you. Don't be hurt. Wake up. I'm so scared."

...connection...

A jolt of electricity shot through Marilynn's body. She gasped, convulsed, her eyes shooting open as sensations rippled through her body. She felt the cold grass on her face, the dew bleeding through her dark-green dress. The smell of Daisy's wool dress and the caress of thick fog on her cheek. The young girl's fingers shaking her shoulder.

...connect...

A throaty purr escaped Marilynn's mouth as she sat up, her nethers burning with the fluttering signs of female hysteria—the horny itch the repressed, English society claimed wasn't a woman feeling sexual horniness, but a weakness of her flesh. One clitoral stimulation by a trained medical professional, often with a vibrating machine to reduce strain on the physician's hand, could correct.

Mrs. Kirk taught Marilynn different. Women were just as much sexual creatures as men, and they were eager for the release. Gasping, writhing, kissing, licking, touching, suckling. All wonderful ways to love a woman and satiate "hysterics."

"You are such a pretty maid," Marilynn said as she gazed at the worried face of Daisy. The maid had brown hair falling about a freckled face, her bodice still unlaced from Marilynn's earlier exploration. Breasts rising and falling, beckoning. "Yes, you are."

"Oh, you're okay," Daisy sighed in relief. "I was so worried, Miss Marilynn."

...connect...

"Mmm, I could tell." Marilynn licked her lips then reached out and seized the girl's shoulders, pulling her close. "And you are just a beautiful creature."

"What is that thing?" Daisy asked as Marilynn leaned in and nuzzled at the maid's neck, savoring her smell, kissing her fair skin. "It's still flashing like a rail light."

"It doesn't matter," moaned the teacher. Another surge of electricity shot from her mind ending at her pussy. A hot, molten heat swelled there. She shuddered, her flesh clenching as a hunger swelled through her. "We were just getting acquainted when that shooting star interrupted us. Which was such a shame. You are such a beautiful creature. I shouldn't have let myself get distracted. I need to...connect with you."

"Miss Marilynn?" The girls shuddered as Marilynn slid her hand down the maid's bodice and cupped a round, warm breasts. "Maybe we should...go back to... Oh, that's nice."

Marilynn's fingers rolled the maid's hard, fat nipple. Daisy shuddered beneath the teacher's touch. Marilynn sucked harder at the maid's neck, loving the taste of her flesh and the feel her nub. Marilynn's teeth nipped, bringing a squeal from the maid.

The heat swelled in Marilynn's pussy. Something grew inside of her, squirming, pressing on the walls of her flesh. It excited her. She plunged her other hand into Daisy's bodice, cupping the other breast as the teacher licked up at the maid's lips.

...connector forming...

The women kissed. Daisy moaned, her body shuddering as both her nipples were pinched and rolled by Marilynn. The teacher loved them. Hard and thick and long. They were wonderful nipples. Her lips itched to suck on them.

She pushed the maid down onto the grass. Both women moaned. Daisy's hands found Marilynn's wet dress, stroking her sides and hips. The maid went higher to Marilynn's bodice, squeezing breasts through the stiff corset beneath. Marilynn's nipples ached. The pressure in her pussy swelled as another electric charge shot through her.

"Yes," Marilynn moaned as the electricity gathered in her pussy. Her sheath stretched. The thing growing inside of her writhed and twisted, stimulating her flesh. "I have to connect with you, Daisy."

"Yes, yes, connect," moaned the maid, her fingers squeezing hard at the teacher's breasts. "Oh, you have lovely tits, Miss Marilynn. Just lovely."

"You like big breasts, Daisy?" moaned Marilynn as she stretched out both of Daisy's long nipples.

"Yes," shuddered the maid. Her eyes fluttered. "I do. Why I love my job."

"I hear so many naughty stories. Teachers fucking students. Students fucking maids."

"Maids fucking teachers," giggled Daisy. "All true. The Headmistress keeps a dildo attached to a clever harness. She can wear it like it's a real cock and she loves buggering the student's asses. The nurse loves to prick maiden's hymen, to get them ready for the Headmistress's attention."

"Wicked," Marilynn moaned, her hands drawing out Daisy's breasts. "Such beautiful nipples. I have to love them. Connect with them."

...connector forming...

...50% complete...

Marilynn didn't care about the voice any longer. She was so horny. She leaned down and sucked on Daisy's nipple. The teacher sucked hard on the nub as the writhing swelled in her pussy. Her flesh savored each caress. Electric surges shot from her cunt, convulsing her body, tingling her clitoris and nipples.

And making her suck so hard on Daisy's nipples.

Marilynn nibbled and sucked. Her tongue lathed the thick, long nipple. Her lips pursed on it. She sucked, lips popping off and then re-latching onto the nub. Daisy moaned, her head tossing back and forth on the wet grass.

"Oh, Miss Marilynn, yes, you're making my cunny so wet. So juicy. I need to be cured. Oooh, my hysterics are so bad."

"You're just a horny slut," Marilynn moaned as she moved her lips to Daisy's other nipple. "A sapphic whore eager to be fucked."

"Yes, yes, ram your fingers in me."

"No, my connector."

"What's that?" gasped Daisy as Marilynn sucked on the other nipple.

The teacher's eyebrows furrowed at the maid's question. As she suckled, she pondered where the words came from. And then it occurred to her the connector grew in her pussy, being built by the strange, feminine, monotone voice.

...connector 75% complete...

Marilynn's teeth nipped as she squirmed. She shifted her body, straddling the maid and kneeling, the dew bleeding through her dress, two layers of petticoats, and stockings. The teacher shifted her hips, the writhing moving to the entrance of her pussy. An orgasm built in the teacher, stimulated by the squirming connector. Every moment slid along her juicy walls, sending flutters of delight through her. She moaned about the maid's nipple.

"Oh, yes, Miss Marilynn," Daisy moaned, her fingers sliding through the teacher's red hair. "Oh, you are a wicked one, aren't you? Ooh, yes. You are going to fit in at the school."

"I'm going to connect with everyone," Marilynn moaned as her pussy was stretched to its limits. A throaty moan escaped her lips. "Connect and find what I am missing."

"Yes, yes, yes, connect with me," moaned the Maid.

...connector 100%...

...completed...

...connect...

Marilynn's eyes widened as she sucked on Daisy's nipple again. The wiggling, squirming thing in her pussy pressed out her opening. It was an extension of her body. It wiggled and flexed, rubbing down her stocking clad leg beneath her layers of her petticoats. It brushed her heeled boots and then extended out of her dress. It flexed, searching, rubbing on the grass. She felt the dew against its metallic body. It flexed, twisting, and slid beneath Daisy's dress.

The appendage rubbed its smooth, round head against Daisy's thigh. It was as thick as three of Marilynn's fingers, her pussy clenching about it as more and more slid out of her depths, constructed out of her body. Her stomach growled with hunger.

But that could wait. She had to connect and orgasm.

"Miss Marilynn," gasped Daisy. "There's a snake beneath my skirt."

"That's not a snake," the teacher purred. She slid up the girl's body, looking down at her face. Marilynn cupped Daisy's freckled, trembling cheeks. "That's me. Relax."

"You...?" The maid's eyes widened as the flexible appendage, moving like a tentacle, slithered up the maid's stocking legs. It grew warmer the father it went. "What is going on?"

"I am connecting with you," the teacher purred. Then she smiled as the round tip found the maid's pussy. "Oh, yes, you are so wet and ready to be connected with."

"It feels smooth. Metallic." The maid bit her lip. "Like a cock. Is it a type of dildo?"

"Maybe." A shudder went through Marilynn as she stroked her tentacle's tip up and down the maid's dewy folds. "You'll enjoy it."

...connect...

The voice was powerful, commanding. Marilynn thrust her tentacle into the maid's pussy. The teacher and maid both shuddered. Marilynn's pussy clenched down on the tentacle as she slithered the end deeper and deeper into the maid's hot, tight, wet, and silky tunnel.

"Oh, my Lord," moaned Marilynn. "You're so wet. Oh, wow. Oh, that's nice. I can't...yes..."

The tentacle was an extension of her pussy. A sexual organ. It felt so much better than tonguing or licking a woman's pussy. Pleasure rippled down the tentacle as it wormed deeper and deeper into the maid's cunny. She fucked it in and out, savoring the friction on the metallic sides.

The maid squirmed, her flesh clenching, her moans singing into the foggy night. Daisy's hands slid around the teacher's body, gripping her hips, pulling her down. Their lips met as Marilynn reamed her tentacle in and out of the maid's body.

...connection forming...

Marilynn moaned into Daisy's mouth. Pleasure trembled through her body. Every stroke of her tentacle built the orgasm swelling in her core. It was so sexy. She savored the kiss with Daisy, squirming atop the maid as she fucked the tentacle in and out of the maid's cunny faster and faster.

Daisy moaned. Her fingers dug into Marilynn's hips. The maid's tongue shoved deep into Marilynn's mouth. The young woman moaned loudly into the kiss. She tasted so sweet while her pussy felt so hot.

"Oh, Miss Marilynn," gasped Daisy. "Oh, yes. Oh, wow. That's... that's..."

"Yes, yes, yes," Marilynn gasped. "We're connecting, Daisy. We're getting closer and closer to our connection."

"Yes, I'm going to cum, Miss Marilynn. Keep fucking your toy into me. Oh, wow. It's in me so deep. It's so flexible. I love it. Oh, yes. Yes."

The younger woman bucked bucked beneath Marilynn. The maid's cunny spasmed on Marilynn's tentacle. The orgasm burned through Daisy. Her face clenched. Gasping moans escaped through clenched teeth.

Delight convulsed about Marilynn's tentacle. It was pure joy feeling the young woman's cunny writhe and ripple, massaging the plunging tentacle. Marilynn shuddered. Her body tensed as her orgasm swelled inside of her.

...connection imminent...

"Yes," she screamed. "I'm connecting with you, Daisy."

A powerful convulsion surged through Marilynn's body. Electricity erupted from her pussy. A powerful surge ran down her tentacle. She grit her teeth as the ecstasy bathed her body. Something erupted from the tip of her tentacle, pouring into Daisy's body.

In a flash of insight, while rapture burned through her mind, Marilynn realized she pumped the same oily, black gas into the girl. As their rapture burned and surged through them, Marilynn felt Daisy's thoughts.

Yes, yes, yes, so good. This is the best. It's squirting something in me. Like a boy's cum but hotter. Better. I'm cumming so hard. Yes, yes, yes.

...connection formed...

"Yes," both women screamed at the same instant as rapture bathed their minds. Their bodies heaved. The powerful bliss crashed over them and both women fell limp. Their forms twitched and soft sighs escaped their unconscious lips.Inside Daisy, the nanites from the Merita's crashed spaceship went to work, changing her like they changed Marilynn. The tentacle pulsed between the women as they lay in a stupor, sealing the connection, uniting their minds. The nanites searched through Daisy's thoughts, learning about her life growing up on a farm, her disappointing first time with a local boy, and then the joy she learned on her first day as a maid at the school at the hands of Nurse Paige.

The realization she didn't want to be pawed by boys but caressed by girls. Her commitment to the school and its delights.

The nanites learned all of her life. And it did not help them connect to the computer. They needed to connect to it. It was their purpose. Connecting with Daisy didn't help. So they would keep connecting until they found it.

But first they would need more resources.My dreams were filled with Merita. We shared them since we shared one mind. She loved them. "Henrietta," she had gasped, "what an amazing thing your kind does while they rest. Dreaming... wonderful."

The dreams were the normal confusion of nonsense scenarios spilling on one to the other before settling on a wicked dream involving my new friend Tabitha. I lay on a grassy field with Tabitha, the both of us naked. Merita was pressed into my back, nibbling on my neck while my pussy tentacles—a byproduct of Merita possessing my body to save my life—slipped out of my cunny. Four purple tentacles, the same color as Merita's flesh, writhing and undulating.

"Oh, I love your tentacles," moaned Tabitha, a huge grin on her face. I was so glad I met her on my first day at The Kensington Boarding School. As much as I was glad I found Merita's crashed spaceship and met my alien lover.

"Oh, that's sweet," Merita purred in my ear. We shared minds, so she could read my thoughts.

My tentacles reached out, sliding around Tabitha's body. She was bustier than me, her breasts nice and round, dusted with freckles. Mine were small mounds, my body slim, without much curves. The opposite of my redheaded friend.

"Oh, yes, that's nice," Tabitha giggled as my tentacles swept across her naked flesh, wrapping about her.

I groaned. My tentacles were as sensitive as my nipples, sexual organs just like my pussy. The pleasure rippled down my tentacles to my pussy. My cunny clenched about the four tentacles as they extended out of me. They clenched and slid about Tabitha's flesh, brushing her hard nipples, caressing her back, and pressing between her legs.

"Oh, yes, that's nice," moaned Tabitha. "This is such a nice way to wake up."

I giggled at that, aware I was dreaming. "What do you like about them?"

Tabitha squealed instead as one of my tentacles pressed between the crack of her butt-cheeks. She squirmed, her pussy growing hotter and wetter on one of my appendages as her butt-cheeks clenched on the other. I brushed her sphincter.

"Bugger me, Etta," groaned Tabitha, using the wrong diminutive for my name, Henrietta, like she always did. "Oh, it was so hot when you buggered yourself last night."

Before falling asleep in her bed in our shared room at the boarding school, we had made love. And discovered my pussy tentacles. At first they had frightened my friend, but then she embraced them and I took her maidenhead while buggering myself. My asshole tingled.

"Mmm, that sounds hot," Merita purred, her fingers slipping between my butt-cheeks and rubbing at my sphincter.

"Yes, yes, I'll bugger you," I gasped, sliding my tentacle through her asscheeks until the tip pressed on her sphincter. "Sounds hot."

My tentacle wiggled at the tip. The pleasure rushed down the tentacle to my body. I groaned, the bliss swelling through me. I pressed harder, her sphincter resisting. So tight. But I persisted, grunting as I wiggled the tentacle.

The sphincter gave way. My tentacle slipped into her asshole an inch. The feel of her hot, velvety bowels engulfed my appendage. I groaned, savoring the pleasure as Merita buggered me with her fingers, plunging them in and out.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned.

"Oh, my Lord, Etta. Oh, yes. You are so wild when sleeping. Yes, yes, bugger me."

I felt lips kiss my cheeks. Not dream Tabitha or Merita. I shuddered. The dream faded as the pleasure swelled. I panicked, groaning, struggling to stay into the dream as I reamed my tentacle in and out of Tabitha's bowels.

My eyes opened.

"Yes, yes, bugger me," moaned Tabitha between kisses on my cheeks.

We were in Tabitha's bed. There was no Merita was behind me, no fingers reaming my asshole. But my pussy tentacles were out. And I had wormed one into my redheaded friend's asshole while sleeping, the others rubbing her nipples and pussy beneath her nightgown. Her fiery hair spilled across the pillow, meeting my blonde strands.

"Oh, this is a wonderful way to wake up," groaned Tabitha. "What were you dreaming, Etta?"

"Making love to you on a grassy field," I grinned then shuddered as the pleasure of her bowels gripping my plunging tentacle rippled through me. "Oh, you're so tight."

"Uh-huh. This is wicked. You're buggering me, Etta. You're buggering me with your tentacle."

I leaned in and kissed her. Dawn approached, lightening the foggy world outside our window as our tongues met and played. Our arms wrapped about each other's bodies, pulling us close as my tentacles caressed her body. Through her nightgown, I felt my writhing tentacles brushing my hard nipples.

So good. The tentacle rubbing on her pussy plunged into the hot depths. I groaned, fucking two holes. My cunny clenched about my four tentacles. They squirmed, caressing my sensitive flesh, shooting bliss through me.

Yes, yes, bugger her, Merita moaned in my thoughts, feeling what I felt. Oh, this is so hot. I love this. You human women are exciting.

Uh-huh, I agreed, my heart pounding in delight.

I think I was falling in love with both of them. My human and alien lovers. I was glad Merita crashed. She was amazing. And Tabitha was wonderful, so feisty and exciting. I was so wrong to be afraid of my body's desires, to run from sapphic delights. Yes, it was a sin, but I didn't care. I loved the feel of a woman's body against mine, my tentacles reaming her holes.

I plunged them faster and faster in and out of Tabitha's holes. So different, one wet and hot the other tight and burning. The friction rippled down both tentacles. They slammed into her in unison, pumping, pistoning, swelling the pleasure between us.

Tabitha broke the kiss. "Oh, eta, yes, yes. I'm going to have my release. Give me my paroxysms."

I nodded my head, eager for the explosion of bliss to burst inside of us and cure our hysterics. My clitoris throbbed. I humped against her, rubbing my aching nub against the cotton of my nightgown. My nipples ached so gladly. I trembled.

"I'm so close," I moaned. "Your holes are so tight."

"Yes," Tabitha grinned and then we kissed again, writhing, her narrow bed creaking.

My fingers dug into her arms. I moaned into the kiss. I savored the taste of her lips. I groaned into the kiss. My tentacles pumped so hard. The friction so intense. My eyes rolled back into my head, my orgasm on the verge of—

The door banged open.

Tabitha and I gave a squeak of fear as Prefect Geneva strode in wearing the same nightgown as last night, the neckline tight about her throat, her large breasts heaving before her, her nipples hard through the fabric. Her blonde hair framed a smiling face.

"I see you two are eager for morning cures," she said in her refined voice. "When I met the pair of you—especially you, Henrietta—I never would have imagined how eager you would be to cure your hysterics. But Nurse Paige gave you a taste of your body's delights and you've embraced them."

Fear hammered my heart. My tentacles withdrew. It was one thing for Tabitha to know about them, but another for the prefect to learn about them. They slithered back inside of me as the prefect strode closer and ripped the covers about us, revealing our nightgowns pushed up to our mid-thighs.

"Yes, you two are wicked," grinned Geneva. "But no more being abed. It is bath time. Up, up. Don't bother dressing. The bath is at the end of the hall. Everyone will be in there." She licked her lips. "And if you two are frustrated and need release, well, I am sure someone in the bath will be glad to assist you."

"Yes, Prefect," groaned Tabitha while I bit my lip.

"Move it, ladies, or I will issue you a demerit."

"Yes, Prefect," we both gasped this time.

We rolled out of her bed as the prefect left to wake up other girls. Our nightgowns fell down our legs as we stood up. Both our faces were flushed. My heart hammered and I squirmed. I had to be careful. I couldn't let anyone else know about my tentacles.

No, probably for the best. We were lucky Tabitha was understanding.

I nodded my head. "Tabitha..."

She glanced at me and grinned. "I won't tell anyone about Merita our your naughty tentacles. Promise." She crossed her heart, pointer finger sliding across the top of her breast. "Okay?"

"Thank you."

She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. "Well, let's go. I don't want to get spanked on my first day because you dawdled and made us late for the bath."

"Me?" I gasped in indignation. "Why do you assume it would be me?"

Tabitha darted ahead to the open door. "Because I'm already on the way."

I darted after her, my feet slapping on the bare stone, and caught her in the hallway, taking her hand. The other girls of our floor poured out of their room, a collection of girls ranging from eighteen, the newest students like Tabitha and me, to twenty, the senior girls like Prefect Geneva. The younger girls were all nervous.

I smiled at Peony as she slipped out of her room, her hands folded before her. I remember her being quite shy. How would she take the school's relaxed views on lesbianism? Would she embrace it or would she be afraid of it?

"How did you sleep?" I asked her.

"Fine," she answered, shifting her shoulders, her black hair a curly mess. "You?"

Before I could answer, Tabitha blurted out, "Oh, we slept warm and tight last night."

"Tight?" Peony blinked. "Did you...share a bed?"

"For comfort," I said, my cheeks warming and my cunny itching. "You know, being in a strange place is scary."

"And Etta is amazing at providing comfort," giggled Tabitha. "Her touch is so stimulating. I had such a release."

"Release..."

"You know, my paroxysms. She cured my hysterics. And I cured hers." Tabitha licked her lips. "Several times."

"Oh." Peony's cheeks went completely red. She was such a cute girl. "I... Oh, my."

"It's a good thing for young women to do," I told her while I wondered what she would look like gasping as my tentacles fucked her.

That would be so hot, giggled Merita.

The bath was at the end of the hallway. It was a room made of marble and quite steamy. I was surprised to learn the school had hot water piped in without electricity until Geneva mentioned off-hand that the school was built on a hot spring and had roman-style baths all over it.

My excitement grew as the girls stripped naked, the older ones bold, the younger ones shy. I pulled off my nightgown, revealing my slim body while Tabitha yanked off hers, bending over and shaking her ass at me, her red-furred muff bright between her pale thighs.

"Oh, yes, you are a naughty one," Geneva said, snagging Tabitha. "Let's wash each other's backs."

"And other parts?" asked Tabitha.

Geneva winked.

Peony, standing beside me, gasped as Geneva boldly grasped Tabitha's round breasts, squeezing and kneading, then captured my lover's mouth in a hot kiss. I smiled, loving the sight of the two naked girls kissing, Geneva's large breasts pillowing into Tabitha's round tits. My pussy clenched, my tentacles writhing in the depths.

I had to be careful. I couldn't let them out.

"See, isn't that a beautiful thing," I told her, snagging her nightgown and pulling it up her body.

Peony didn't resist as I pulled off her nightgown, lost watching Tabitha and Geneva kissed. Other girls gasped and giggled. They paired off, older girls snagging younger, leading them to the bath, fondling their pert butts and cupping firm tits. Peony folded her hands before her naked stomach, her nipples hardening.

"Come on, let's get in the bath and wash each other," I purred, taking her hand.

Peony nodded, her cheeks burning. I led her across the tiled floor and groaned as I stepped into the steamy water. It was wonderful. So relaxing. Peony stepped in with me and we sank down on the bench lining the pool. It was shaped like a blossoming flower, four round edges sweeping together, the floor mosaic with pink and lavender tiles.

I cupped water in my hand then dibbled it across Peony's small breasts. She licked her lips, looking down. "Henrietta..."

"Shhh," I told her as I ran my wet hand across her chest and down to her breasts. "I'm just washing you. Nothing to be afraid of. We're both girls."

"But..." Her eyes flicked around the room were girls were already breaking off into naughty activities. Some washed each other while others kissed. A few were doing even naughtier acts.

Emaleine had a naughty smile on her round face as brunette Darcy nibbled on a nipple. Jeane, easily the tallest girl in our dorm, lay stretched out on the edge of the pool, her legs in the water, strawberry-blonde Kayleigh kneeling between her thighs and devouring her pussy with hungry licks.

"Oh, Geneva," moaned Tabitha.

My friend hadn't even made it in the pool. Geneva knelt behind Tabitha and tongued my friend's sphincter. Peony saw that and gasped while Tabitha undulated her hips. Between her thighs, I spotted Geneva's fingers rubbing my lover's cunt.

"She's licking Tabitha's rectum," blanched Peony as my hands cupped her small breasts.

"I know," I moaned, shuddering, my lusts swelling through me. "It looks so hot."

"It looks disgusting."

"Then why are you watching?" I whispered, leaning in to Peony, her head craned to watch Tabitha's pleasure. My hard nipple brushed Peony's arm as I nuzzled against her ear. "You can't look away."

"I don't know why," she gasped as my hand rolled her nipple.

I licked her ear, nibbling as I pinched her nipple. My thighs squirmed, clamping down on my pussy. I had to keep my tentacles under control. I shouldn't even be touching Peony like this. It was such a risk. What if I lost control?

Then you would have a lot of fun, laughed Merita.

And everyone would think I was a freak.

But despite my fear of being caught, my lusts were too much. They surged through me. Around me other women gasped and moaned as they made love to each other. It was a heady sight. Girls bodies, glistening with water, pressing together in the fog. This school was wild. It was such a sin. If the Church of England ever learned of it, they would have the government shut it down faster than a pickpocket running from the coppers.

And I loved it.

"Just watch Geneva make my friend cum," I moaned between licks. My hands played with her nipples, pinching and rolling them.

The way Peony shuddered sent delight rippling through me. Her arm slipped around my waist, sliding down, gripping my ass beneath the warm water. The heat sank through me, relaxing my thighs as I kissed down to Peony's neck.

She groaned as I nuzzled at her neck, her fingers digging into my asscheek. My eyes rolled in my head as my pussy clenched again. The tentacles writhed inside of me, sliding around inside my cunny, aching to be released.

I groaned, fighting against my own excitement.

"You are such a beautiful, young woman with an exciting body," I moaned. "Oh, I love it."

So do I. Look at those cute nipples, Henrietta.

My gaze snapped down. Just above the surface of the water were her pink nubs. The ripples from the other girls writhing and undulating in the bath washed against her nipples, splashing over them. I groaned and leaned down, sucking on one.

"Henrietta," gasped Peony. "Oh, this is so wicked. We're all such sinful girls."

"Yes, yes, yes," Tabitha gasped behind her. "We are, Peony. And it is wonderful. Get your release so you won't be horny for class and we can learn."

As I nibbled and sucked on her nipple, the water lapping about my cheeks, my hand slid down to her pussy and rubbed at her flesh. She was wet, and I doubt it was just from the bath. Her legs quivered as I rubbed at her sensitive flesh and brushed her nipple.

She felt so hot and silky. My pussy clenched again. I sucked so hard. My hips undulated. I needed to be touched and stimulated. My eyes rolled back in my head. The bath was full of squirming, gasping, panting women.

Feeling naughty, I dunked beneath the water. It was warm around me. I pressed her thighs wide apart and pressed my face between her flesh. I licked at her pussy, brushing her hymen and tasting traces of her spicy musk as I flicked through her. I nuzzled, coaxing out more juices before the bathwater washed them away.

My lungs burned. I wanted to keep licking, but I had to pop my head up so I could breathe. Peony's eyes were wide. She stared at me. "You licked my...my..."

"Cunny?"

"Yes."

"And you tasted good." Then I leaned in and kissed her.

Peony's arms went around my body. Her legs around my thighs. She pulled me to her. I hugged her, rubbing at her back as our naked bodies pressed together. No barriers like when I hugged Tabitha. Her breasts were slippery.

And then my clitoris rubbed against hers.

I gasped, moaning into her lips as our clitorides rubbed together. Delight shocked through my pussy. I trembled in her arms. My head swam with excitement. I kissed her harder, thrusting my tongue into her mouth in the French passion.

And a tentacle wiggled out of my pussy. I couldn't control it, not when our clitorides rubbed together. My sensitive nub ached and sparked, the pleasure shooting through me. My tentacle bent, undulated, and pressed against her pussy.

She stiffened and her eyes widening. She broke the kiss, her head leaning back as I stroked up and down her pussy. Then I found her maidenhead and pressed on it. Her eyes glanced down at our breasts pressed tight together.

"Shh," I told her. "Just relax. You'll love it."

"What is that?"

I bit my lip. "My tentacle."

Then I kissed her and pressed forward with my tentacle. Her maidenhead resisted for a second. Merita trembled in my thoughts, eager to feel me claim another virgin. The membrane stretched and then tore.

And I was in her.

Peony's fingers dug into my back. Her thighs tightened about my hips. She humped against me, our nipples and clitorides kissing as we both trembled and gasped. I pressed the tentacle deep into her cunny, her flesh clenching and constricting about me.

Her eyes were wide, but her lips moved. She moaned, humping harder against me. I loved it. Our clitorides sparked together. I undulated back as I worked my tentacle in and out of her pussy. Around us, the other girls were oblivious that I had just taken Peony's maidenhead.

Her virtue was mine.

Peony broke the kiss. "Oh, Henrietta. Oh, yes. Oh, wow."

"Uh-huh," I panted as my rear flexed, grinding my clitoris against hers. "I know. It's amazing, right?"

"So amazing." She bit a lip. "I don't understand."

"It's complicated. Just...just embrace how amazing it feels sliding in and out of your cunny."

Peony leaned her head back, her eyes rolling back into her head. Beyond her, Tabitha shuddered and cried out her orgasm, her juices squirting down her thighs around Geneva's rubbing fingers. The older prefect never stopped rimming Tabitha's sphincter, moaning, Geneva's large breasts shaking. Her other hand was buried between her thighs, frigging herself and cumming hard.

All around us, girls came. Their moans echoed through the bath, mixing with the steam. I cast my gaze around as I writhed atop Peony and fucked her cunny hard. My pussy clenched, my tentacle aching from the friction of her sweet flesh. I loved what I saw.

Olivine-skinned Phoebe writhed as sandy-blonde Maria ate out her pussy. Now Emaleine had her face buried between Darcy's thighs, Emaleine's curvy ass waving in my direction, her black-furred muff wet between her thighs. Adrianne gasped and moaned as she sat on Jeanne's licking mouth.

Such wicked delights.

"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Peony. "Oh, Henrietta. Oh, yes. It's happening. Like with Nurse Paige yesterday. The flutters...they're building."

"That means you're going to cum," I moaned. "Don't fight it. Embrace it. Enjoy your release."

I reamed my tentacle hard into her pussy, the appendage flexing and bending. My cunny clenched about it while my clitoris ground into hers. All the sensations built in me. I trembled, my eyes rolling back into my head.

I came first.

My pussy spasmed about my tentacle while it pulsed. The rippling, expanding waves shot down it, stretching out Peony's virgin pussy over and over. The girl gasped and bucked beneath me, her thighs tightening about my hips as she screamed out her bliss.

"Yes, yes, yes, oh, that's wild. Oh, yes. Oh, wow. I...I..."

"Uh-huh," I moaned as my pleasure shuddered through me and bathed my mind in wonderful, amazing bliss. I slumped against my newest lover, her pussy clenching on my tentacle, and kissed her hard.

I took her cherry and no one else knew I had a pussy-tentacles. Oh, it was so satisfying. My tentacle withdrew back inside of me as I held Peony, kissing her as we both came down from our hysteric highs.Marilynn and Daisy woke up at the same instant. They were still connected by Marilynn's tentacle. Daisy's pussy fused to it. The maid squirmed as she stood, her pussy clenching and relaxing on the tentacle, her thoughts racing down it and into Daisy.

Oh, that was so hot.

Yes, it was, answered Marilynn, but I am so hungry.

...raw materials required...

Me, too, Miss Marilynn.

The fog burned off as the sun rose to the east, spilling golden light around the small dell. The broken canister, still beeping, lay nearby. Both women rose, moving in unison, their brains connected by the tentacle. They walked to the canister, stomachs rumbling.

Metal. They needed to ingest metal. Connections were required. Both women knelt in unison before the machine. They leaned over and spat on it. Their spit, full of nanites, attacked the metal, making it brittle. Then the women lowered their mouths and bit into the metal, crunching into the canister and devouring it.The bath is over, Merita whispered into her host's mind. Tabitha and Henrietta walked naked down the halls, holding hands, both whispering about what they did in the baths. We can find the missing core now?

Of course not, answered Henrietta. Next is breakfast, and then we have classes. Maybe I can sneak out at lunch, but I am famished. Curing hysterics is strenuous work.

Merita sighed. The core had to be found as soon as possible. She worried what would happen if a human found it. The device was full of nanites disconnected from her ship's computer. It was impossible for the alien to predict how they might react if they came in contact with any humans.

And that worried her.

Boarding School Encounter 05: Henrietta Buggered by the Headmistress by mypenname3000

Science-Fiction, Alien, Anal, Female/Female, Lesbian, Monster, Oral Sex, Toys

Introduction:

Henrietta is summoned to the Headmistress's office. The young girl fears her secret about her tentacles is out.

Boarding School Encounter

Chapter Five: Henrietta Buggered by the Headmistress

By mypenname3000

"What were you and Peony doing in the bath?" Tabitha asked as she dropped her nightgown from last night into the laundry basket in our shared room. Mine followed.

We stood naked in our small room, my feet dancing on the cold floorboards and my teeth chattering. It was so warm in the bath and so cold in here. It turned out that the girls of our dorm had our own Roman style bath, a large pool of piped up spring water. While our school lacked electricity, it had plumbing. The water was so relaxing, especially with nervous, petite, and virginal Peony pressed against me.

"Kissing," I answered, my cheeks going red as I remembered how wonderful Peony felt, our wet bodies pressed together as she leaned against the edge of the bath, our hips humping, our clitorides rubbing together.

One of my pussy tentacles fucking Peony's cunny.

That was delicious, Merita, the lesbian alien who had merged with my body, whispered in my mind. It was because of her that I had the four tentacles that sprouted out of my sex. They were long and flexible, and as sensitive as my nipples. It was such a delight to ream them in and out of a girl's cunny or to sodomized her bowels. I had plucked my roommate and lover Tabitha's maidenhead then Peony's in the bath only minutes ago.

"It looked like you were doing more than kissing her," Tabitha said, a wicked twinkle in her eye. "She was gasping so hard. She had quite the release, a powerful cure for her hysterics."

"I may have used a tentacle on her," I said.

Tabitha's eyes widened. "Henrietta, you can't do that."

I blinked. It was the first time since I met Tabitha yesterday that she had called me by my first name. Usually, she called me Etta. I stared at her as I pulled out a clean camisole from my chest of drawers, eager to dress.

"If someone finds out about your tentacles and freaks out..." Tabitha bit her lip. "They might kick you out of the school or something. I mean..." Tabitha's eyes flicked down to my blonde curls adorning my naked groin. "I understand. And I guess Peony must too, but...what about the other girls? And the teachers?"

"I know." I sighed, pulling the camisole over my head and letting it fall across my small breasts and down to my hips. I pulled it down so it covered my mid thigh. "But it was so sexy. Everyone was making love around us. And Geneva tongued your sphincter while rubbing your cunny, and your boobs were shaking, and Peony was so delicious and timid and afraid and vulnerable and enticing. I couldn't resist. I lost control."

My stomach fell. "What am I going to do tomorrow? And the next day? We'll have the communal bath every morning. And every morning I'll be surrounded by sex. Wonderful, delicious, forbidden passion. Sapphic love. It's sinful and I love it. And you know what happens when my cunny gets excited."

"Your pussy tentacles come out to play," Tabitha sighed.

Which is why we need to find the core of my ship, Merita said. As soon as possible. Before another human encounters it.

How will that help my tentacle problem? You have to possess me until the nanites cure me. When I found Merita's crashed spaceship last night, an egg-shaped object in a crater which I mistook for a falling star, I tripped and broke my neck. I would have died if she didn't save me. But the nanites—which I didn't understand what those were, but apparently they were little automatons inside my body repairing my wound, like little wind-up toys or something—were rejected by my body. Merita had to possess me to let them work. How long will that take?

It's going slower than I hoped. It'll be days. Week or more.

"People are going to find out," I groaned, sinking onto my bed while I watched Tabitha pull on her stockings up her smooth, pale thighs, her red hair swishing about her shoulders and her breasts jiggling beneath her camisole. Her nipples were hard, the fabric thin enough to make them dark shadows that I wanted to suckle on.

My pussy itched. The tentacles squirmed inside of me as I grew wet.

This was no good. Everything was turning me on. I grew hysterical so easily, and I wanted to be cured. Right now. I had orgasmed in the bath as I pumped my tentacle in and out of Peony's virgin cunt, and I wanted more.

Needed more. It was so hot.

Sex is wonderful, Merita agreed. On my home planet, I would make love to five or more females all day, just exploring each others holes with our tentacles, loving each other, and cumming over and over. It was a wonderful way to pass the day.

Images of the alien, sapphic orgy shot through my mind. Merita in the center, her hairless, purple body writhing, the four tentacles, which sprouted from her hips and not her pussy, undulating as she caressed her lovers. Their skins were all various hues of lilac and purple. Some had larger breasts, other smaller, their nipples hard. They licked and sucked and fingered and tentacled each other, gasping and moaning. I could feel them.

My tentacles burst from my pussy, shooting out from beneath my camisole, waving purple against my skin. "Merita," I groaned. "Don't remember that stuff. I'm trying to control my tentacles, not let them out."

Sorry, sorry.

Tabitha stopped pulling up her second stocking and stared at the writhing tentacles. She squirmed, lust burning in her green eyes. I could almost hear her thoughts. Wow, I love those tentacles, and they're dripping in Etta's juices. It would be so hot to lick them right now. We don't need to go to classes. We can be truant and enjoy ourselves.

I concentrated and my tentacles retracted back inside of me. Tabitha let out a sigh. "We couldn't have been truant," I said absently, "we have to get to class."

Tabitha blinked and cocked her head, staring at me.

"What?" I frowned.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm guess I'm that transparent. I just love your tentacles so much. They're just wonderful. Especially when they're touching me." Tabitha fell back on her bed, squeezing her thighs together. "Oh, my hysterics are back. I'm all fluttery and jittery. And now we have to get to class."

"Sorry," I said.

I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to arouse you, Henrietta, or sweet Tabitha.

"Merita's sorry, too."

Tabitha shook her head and then sat up. "It must be wild to have an alien living in your mind."

"She does show me naughty things sometimes," I admitted and grabbed my stockings. I pulled them on quickly. "We better hurry. We're dawdling. We don't want to get a demerit."

And when are we going out to look for the core?

Lunch, I sighed. I can skip it. But not breakfast. I am starving. My stomach proved me honest by growling. Okay. It'll be just a few hours. Then we'll find it. I have the scanner in my skirt. I had taken it from her ship before we left it last night.

After pulling on my stockings, I slipped on the two layers of petticoats. Our school uniform lacked bloomers of any sort, which I found strange. I felt so naked beneath my petticoats. But now I understood what sort of school this was. I had a feeling that all sort of debauched, lesbian behavior occurred during school hours under the guise of curing "female hysterics." I had always been taught that women did not feel the low, debased lusts like men, that we were purer creatures.

It was such a lie. We had them, too, we just called it something else and pretended it was a medical problem. But I didn't mind. The idea of a man touching me was far less appealing than a woman. I liked women.

I feared I was turning lesbian. No. I was a lesbian. And there was nothing wrong with that. No matter what the preacher or the government said.

That's right, Merita agreed. You're puritanical religion and mores are so primitive. Sexuality is never wrong. It should always be explored.

I nodded my head and grabbed my ankle-length, gray skirt, pulling it on over my petticoats. The two layers gave me more hips than I had in real life. I pulled on my white blouse next, buttoning it up to my neck like a proper woman and tucking it into my skirt. Then I combed my hair while Tabitha tamed her wild, fiery mane. I pulled my blonde curls into pigtails—my preferred style—tying them with pink ribbons. Tabitha didn't tie back her hair but let it fall in natural waves around her freckled face. We laced up our heeled shoes and were ready for class.

The other girls of our floor bustled out of their rooms, wearing identical uniforms, their hair styled in different manner. Some were braided, like Prefect Geneva's platinum-blonde plait, others loose, like Peony's black hair. The shy girl glanced at me, her hands clutched before her, then she darted down the hallway.

"Well, she looks like a startled doe," Tabitha muttered, giving me a worried look.

I swallowed and nodded my head. What if she talked? That wouldn't be good. I bit my lip as Tabitha and I held hands. We walked with the other girls, a general buzz from talking filling the corridor. Our dormitory lay on the fifth and highest floor. As we descended the stairs, girls from the fourth and third floors joined us, all with big smiles and rosy cheeks.

I bet they had their own Roman style baths.

I took a deep breath, scared to face my first day of classes at the Kensington Boarding School. The stone walls of the mansion reverberated with talking as we swept down the stairs to the first floor. We followed the tide of girls through the halls towards the dining room for breakfast. A few of the school's maids scurried past us in their black-and-white uniforms.

I wondered if they wore bloomers beneath their skirts?

My pussy itched and my tentacles squirmed. My nipples hardened in my blouse as a youthful maid, two years my senior, walked past, her cheeks apple red and her blouse straining to contain her large breasts.

"Wow, she is ample," Tabitha whispered to me. "I bet they are nice to pillow on."

Uh-huh, purred Merita. She conjured flashes of the maid, naked and lying on a bed, her large tits forming soft mounds that beckoned.

Merita, stop that, I groaned as the heat increased between my thighs.

Sorry, sorry. I'm not used to controlling my desires.

Well, it's not weird on your planet to have tentacles, but it is on mine.

I took long, slow breaths, clenching Tabitha's hand. My friend gave me a support smile, her lips so lush and sweet and I knew just how kissable they were and how wonderful her hands were and how amazing it was to...

Nope. Stop that.

Ahead of us was Nurse Paige's infirmary on Tabitha's side of the hallway. The door opened and the nurse stepped out, a big smile on her lips, her cheeks rosy. Though she was only in her twenties, she had a motherly air about her, accented by her curvy body. Her smile swept over the girls walking by, many greeting her with polite, "Good morning, Nurse Paige."

"Morning, girls," the blonde nurse would reply.

And then she snagged Peony out of the crowd. The black-haired girl gasped as Nurse Paige, with dexterity that had to come with practice, hiked up both Peony's skirt and two layers of petticoats, plunging her hand between the girl's thighs and rubbing at her cunny.

"Yes, yes, you need to have your hysterics cured, my dear," Nurse Paige beamed, and then she frowned. "Although, what happened to your maidenhead, child?"

Peony's cheeks went red as she squirmed on the Nurse's pumping fingers. Giggles erupted from the surrounding girl. I groaned as waves of heat washed through me. Yesterday, I had my first orgasm at the hands of Nurse Paige during my physical. She licked my cunny and clitoris until I had my paroxysms of bliss.

She was a lesbian who enjoyed molesting the students under the guise of a medical treatment.

As Tabitha and I passed, the nurse's arm hooked out and seized Tabitha, pulling my friend close. "And you have the fiery blood of the Celts in you. I know that means you need to have your hysterics cured."

Our fingers parted. I turned to my friend, trying to snatch her hand, but the tide of girls carried me away.

"No, no, I'm fine," Tabitha protested as Nurse Paige deftly lifted her skirt and petticoats with one hand and plunged between my lover's thighs. "Oh, oh, Nurse Paige."

"Hmm, another girl that's lost her maidenhead." The Nurse tutted her tongue.

"Sorry, Etta," Tabitha moaned. "I-I'll catch up."

I swallowed and nodded, forced along with the other girls to breakfast while my lover was fingered by the nurse. Her moans and Peony's echoed over the buzz of conversation. My poor cunny was on fire. Tentacles squirmed in my depths, eager to burst out and play. It wasn't fair.

I was so horny. Why did Nurse Paige choose Tabitha? I could have had so much fun with them. Nurse Paige could have plunged her fingers into my cunny, and her thumb could have rubbed my clitoris. I would gasp and moan and have my orgasm. Then I wouldn't be so wet and horny and squirmy. And—

Tentacles flowed out of my pussy. They wrapped about my thighs, smearing pussy juices onto my flesh and stockings. I groaned, my tentacles so sensitive. I closed my eyes for a moment, fighting to get them to retract and grateful for my skirt and layers of petticoats so no one could see them.

My brow furrowed and the tentacles, reluctantly, slithered back inside of me. I gasped as they moved against the walls of my pussy, the friction delicious. And then my cunny relaxed, no longer stretched wide open by them.

I sighed. If Nurse Paige had fingered me, they would have sprouted.

I know, it is terrible, Henrietta. I wish you could have all the fun you want. I'm sorry.

It's not your fault. I would be dead without you. I took a deep breath. Besides, I am developing feelings for you. I'll be ever so sad when you leave.

Me, too. You and Tabitha are so sweet.

As we reached the dining hall, I imagined I could hear Tabitha moaning her pleasure. Yes, yes, yes, Nurse Paige. Cure my hysterics. Your fingers are so deep into my cunny. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.

Her words sounded so clear in my imagination. I sighed, biting my lip. I had to stop dwelling on sex. It was breakfast. I looked around for a place to sit, all the tables ladled with platters of sausage and bacon and toast and jams.

"You can sit with us," Jeane called. She was the tallest girl on my floor. She patted an empty seat at the table beside her. There was a second seat open that Tabitha could take.

"Thanks," I said, taking a seat. I squirmed to get comfortable, my clitoris aching between my thighs.

"Lucky Peony and Tabitha getting fingered by Nurse Paige," sighed Darcy who sat across from me, a pink bow surmounting the top of her brown hair, holding it back off her shoulders. She was an older girl than me, nineteen. "Last year, she only fingered me twice on the way to breakfast."

"But she was always fingering Marguerite," Maria said, another older girl. She had such beautiful dimples as she smiled, which set off her sandy-blonde curls.

"Who?" I asked.

"Oh, she graduated last year. I hear she married a banker and hired a delicious maid who knows how to use her tongue." Maria giggled. "I know all my maids will have to be so skilled when I set up my house."

"It is a shame we have to marry men," I sighed.

They all giggled. "But if we didn't, then who would make the money?" asked Phoebe, a new girl like me. She sat beside Maria. "I have several suitors back home. All three are wealthy, even if they are such boors. Not like this place. It is so...stimulating."

Your people are so primitive. Women should be free to earn their own money and marry each other if they want.

I agree, Merita. I would end up marrying a rich boor, too, probably one of my father's business associates. Then I would have a nice home, raise his children, and hoped I lived close enough to Tabitha so we could have "tea" everyday.

We joked about the value of a maid who knew how to use her tongue and a cook who knew how to use a carrot, which I thought was wicked. Tabitha appeared after ten or so minutes, her face flushed, and a huge grin on her face. She plopped down in the empty chair and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before piling her plate with sausage and kippers.

"Boy, Nurse Paige really knows how to ready a girl for the day."

Darcy gave an enthusiastic nod.

After breakfast, it was time for class. I would have Math with Miss Maurine Short, Natural Science with Madalyn Virgo, English with Miss Delilah Averill, then lunch—Please find the core, Henrietta—followed by Latin with Miss Erma Northrop, and last Philosophy with Miss Marilynn Gully. Tabitha shared my schedule, which I found to be a relief, but other girls had different ones and the older girls had a few different courses.

"Do you have any idea where these rooms are?" I asked Tabitha as we left the dining hall, the maids coming in to clear up the mess from breakfast.

"Vaguely," Tabitha said. "I did arrive the day before you, and I took the time to explore. All the classrooms are on the first and second floors. And I recall that Miss Maurine's classroom is on the first floor and...well, there she is."

Tabitha pointed to the woman with her black hair twisted into ringlets heading down the hall. We hurried after. We couldn't get lost if we followed our teacher to class. Which made us the first too arrive. We took seats up front, our back straights. Text books lay on each of the tables, the covers battered and worn by years of eager students.

I swallowed. Arithmetic had never been my strongest suite. But the Kensington Boarding School believed in educating young women as strenuously as young men. Many of its graduates would apply for school at Oxford or Cambridge while others used the prestige and refinement to help land a better marriage match.

And then hirer a maid who knew how to use her tongue.

As much as I hated math, there was one nice thing about it—the subject was so boring sex was driven from my thoughts. Merita was no help, despite how advanced her people were. Her people used base eight math. I had trouble understanding just what that meant, but Merita had no understanding of our base ten math. I didn't even know our math was base ten.

When the class ended, I had a headache.

Tabitha's green eyes were equally glazed. I took her hand and the pair of us navigated the school to the natural science classroom. It took us a few false starts to find Miss Madalyn's classroom. It turned out to be on the first floor, not the second, and we were almost late.

"There you are, girls," beamed Miss Madalyn, a woman in a black dress, her brown hair in a bun, and a friendly smile on her lips. "You must be Tabitha," she said, giving my friend a warm, inviting hug. "So that makes you Henrietta."

"It does, Miss Madalyn," I said before she swept me up into her embrace.

She had a wonderful smell about her, an exciting perfume. I was so aware of her body pressed against mine, her hands on the small of my back as she rubbed her cheek on mine. A wonderful tingle passed through me.

I wondered just how friendly she was as a teacher.

"Now, let's get started on learning," she said, breaking the kiss. "We'll begin with geology. I believe that will give you a great foundation when we move into inorganic chemistry in a few weeks. Now, on the table on the back I have many samples of stones..."

She lectured us on the three types of rocks—igneous, metamorphic, and sedimentary—showing us examples of each. We handled them and stared at the grains with magnifying lens. She had rocks from all over England and beyond, her voice so excited as she talked about it.

Teaching was clearly her passion.

"Okay," she said as we stood to leave, "I want you all to write an essay tonight on what your favorite type of rock is and why."

"Yes, Miss Madalyn," we all said as we marched out.

Tabitha yawned and stretched. "Boy, only two classes down and I'm already so tired. I just want to go up to our room and—"

She clamped her jaw shut as a maid bustled up to us in her black dress, white apron tied across the front, and a small, white cap resting on her brown curls. She had doe eyes and a polite smile on her face as she stopped before me.

"Miss Henrietta, I'm to escort you to the Headmistress's office."

Tabitha groaned. My stomach clenched. "M-me?"

"Yes, Miss." The maid gave me a comforting smile, her eyes apologetic. "I am sorry, Miss, but I have my instructions. This way."

"But I have English next."

"Miss Delilah will be informed on the reason you are missing her class. You will not be in trouble." Her tone implied, Not in any more trouble. Poor thing, summoned to the headmistress's office on her first day, and such an innocent lamb. What could she have done?

"Nothing," I muttered, and then my stomach twisted more. Peony. What if Peony told Nurse Paige about my tentacles?

I threw a look over my shoulder at Tabitha. She watched me with apprehension as I followed the maid down the hall. My heart beat faster and faster with each step. I chewed on my lower lip as the maid led me from the bustle of the students leaving our class and down to the first floor. Our steps echoed through the halls. The maid walked with a stiff back and a brisk stride.

I wanted to dawdle.

What do I do, Merita?

Pretend you don't have any tentacles, she suggested. Humans don't. If Peony did tell, you just have to keep them under control. If the Headmistress doesn't see them, then she won't believe Peony. It's the only chance.

I took a deep breath. I hope you're right.

Her logic made sense, but the cold pit of fear which had settled into my belly did not care. I clutched my hands before me. My fingers worked together, stroking, playing, trying to distract me from my impending discipline.

The maid led me to a door. "Here we are, Miss." She gave me a comforting smile again that spoke, Poor lamb. I hope the Headmistress isn't too hard on her. Then she knocked smartly on the dark-stained door. "Headmistress, I've brought the girl."

"Good, good, you may go about your duties, Sallie," a stern voice said. "Miss Henrietta, enter."

I swallowed.

Sallie gave my shoulder a squeeze before she bustled off. I grasped the bronze door handle, twisted, and pushed my way into the office. The walls were covered in dark, wood paneling, hiding the stone wall, and there were several bookshelves. A vase of flowers set on a plinth on one side of the room. Opposite, hanging on the wall, were several types of canes and paddles. I swallowed, wondering which would be used on me. Sitting behind a large, neat desk was Headmistress Edna Neville. A severe bun of black hair pulled taut the skin of her forehead, making her seem even sterner. She wore a red dress, buttoned to the neck and held closed by an ivory broach. She stood, her back straight, and stared at me with dark eyes.

I swallowed, hands clasped before me, my knees knocking.

"Nurse Paige told me something interesting today," the Headmistress said, her voice melodious and commanding all at the same time. She walked around her desk, a sway to her hips, her heeled boots thudding on the wooden floor. "And it made me quite curious to uncover the truth."

Peony did tell. Ooh, and after I made her cum so hard. This is how she thanks me?

"What is that, Headmistress?" I asked, trying to keep the fear from my voice.

Her smile grew on her lips, a dangerous smile. "Strip."

I swallowed. "Strip, Headmistress?"

"Yes," she purred. "Do not tell me you are stupid, girl. It is a common word in English. Do I have to define it?" I heard the threat in her tone. If you make me define it, girl, I will bend you over my desk and redden your ass.

"No, Headmistress, I know what it means, I was just...shocked. This doesn't seem appropriate."

"I determine what is and is not appropriate at my school, Miss Henrietta. So you will strip off every article of clothing and show me that pretty, nubile body of yours. Nurse Paige has painted quite the descriptive tale of the charms of your youthful flesh."

"She did?" My cheeks warmed. She knows about my pussy tentacles. She wants to see them.

Her eyebrows raised. "You are not stripping. If I make it to my wall and you haven't begun undressing, I will take down one of those instruments and apply it with much vigor on your backside."

I squeaked, "Yes, Headmistress," and my hands went to my blouse. I just had to keep in control of my passions. As long as they didn't go out of control, as long as my tentacles didn't sprout, nothing would go wrong. I would be perfectly fine.

I just had to stay in control. I could stay in control.

My fingers worked the buttons of my blouse as she walked to the wall covered in her instruments of discipline. My fingers blurred as they worked down my front. I had my blouse undone and untucked from my skirt by the time she reached the wall. I quickly folded it and set it on her desk.

She touched a paddle and turned as I unfastened the buttons cinching my skirt tight about my waist.

"Pity," she sighed then watched me strip. Her eyes were lusty, a smile curling up the corners of her lips.

A tingle of excitement rippled through my body. My nipples hardened against my camisole as I folded my skirt and set it atop my blouse resting on her desk. I took off my petticoats next, slipping them out from beneath my camisole and adding them to the pile of clothing. I leaned against her desk and pulled off my shoes. Then my stockings.

Her smile grew and seemed to communicate without words: What lush legs. Nurse Paige was right about her. She is a gorgeous thing. Now let's see all the charms. Take off the camisole, girl.

Her voice sounded so real in my head. My imagination so creative today. Her smoldering eyes made my body flush hotter, my cunny growing wet. This was dangerous. I drew off my camisole over my body, revealing my blonde curls and my small breasts.

The Headmistress purred in delight.

"Yes, yes, yes, Nurse Paige was right. You are a lovely thing." She walked to me as I stood before her desk, the air cold, my skin pebbling, and my nipples aching so hard. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, feeling the goose pimples as I shivered.

But the cold didn't rob me of my ardor. Not with her eyes burning as they looked at me. She reached out and cupped my small breast. Her thumb swiped over my nipple. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.

My tentacles squirmed in my pussy.

Her hand trailed down my stomach. "Now Nurse Paige treated two of your classmates this morning for hysterics: Tabitha Smythe and Peony Featherton."

I squirmed, her fingers drawing lines of excitement across my stomach and then to my groin. "I heard her name the discovery in the corridor this morning, Headmistress."

Her fingers toyed with the curls of my pussy. "When Nurse Paige gave the girls a physical two days ago, both had intact hymens. Normally, Nurse Paige enjoys breaking a young girl's maidenhead in her office, to make sure it is done as painlessly as possible." And pleasurably, I imagined the Headmistress adding. She has such a letch for a virgin's cherry. "So she was greatly disappointed to discover both girls had their cherries well-plucked before she got her greedy hands on them."

"I-I'm sorry she was disappointed," I said, the Headmistress's fingers moving lower, sliding towards my hot, wet flesh.

She caressed my pussy lips. I groaned, biting my lip and fighting my tentacles. They wanted to come out. To wrap about the Headmistress, to fuck her cunny and bugger her sphincter. Then to caress her large breasts straining her dress and make her squeal.

Fight it, Merita whispered. Think about disgusting men. Your world's males are all hairy and filthy and lechers. Don't think about her finger rubbing at your cunny lips.

Trying not to, I moaned back.

"Mmm, just delicious," purred the headmistress. Her fingers rubbed at my flesh. I trembled, whimpering. Her other hand shot around me, grasping my naked ass, squeezing hard. She pressed against me. She was taller than me, her eyes looking down, burning with such lust.

And then her fingers pressed into my pussy. Two of them reaching in deep, nearing the tentacles squirming and aching to burst out of my cunny. I shivered, groaning, fighting the wicked sensations bursting through me. Her fingers pumped in and out. They felt wonderful.

Her thumb swiped about my clitoris. I gasped and shuddered. My eyes rolled back in my head. I grit my teeth, my fingers grasping her dark-red dress at the hips, gathering the material as I struggled not to give into the pleasure and let out my tentacles.

"You also have lost your maidenhead since this yesterday," the Headmistress purred. She leaned in and licked my ear. "Tabitha and Peony said you took theirs. But they weren't specific on how. Did you bring a dildo with you to school?"

I froze for a single moment. She doesn't know about the tentacles, Merita.

Good. But don't relax, keep fighting, Merita said as my tentacles squirmed more.

I gasped, my pussy clenching down on the Headmistress's fingers as they probed so deep into my juicy pussy, almost touching the tentacles. I fought again, groaning, squirming. I shivered as her tongue licked my ear again, her fingers digging into my ass.

"Y-yes, I brought a dildo...with me. My-my friend gave it to me. S-said I would need it at boarding school."

"Even though you were a virgin?"

"Uh-huh. And then...after I learned...from Nurse Paige...Tabitha and I...played with it...and then with Peony...and...and..." I was so close to cumming. My tentacles were so eager to explode out of me. Her thumb rubbing on my clitoris was too much. My body shook and convulsed. "I...I..."

"Am a dirty slut," hissed the Headmistress. "Yes, yes, a dirty slut who brought a dildo to my school and used it on my virgins. That's Nurse Paige's prerogative. You won't use it on any more girls' hymens. You will let our school nurse perform her medical procedures, and use her dildo on the girls. Right?"

"Y-yes, Headmistress," I moaned, trembling.

She ripped her fingers out of my cunt, leaving me gasping and trembling. I swayed as she stepped back and smiled at her glistening fingers. Pussy juices trickled down my thighs. My nipples were so hard. I had to cum. I needed to cum. Even if it meant my tentacles would be exposed.

"Please, Headmistress. I..."

She smiled, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking off my sweet musk. "Please give you release?"

"Yes. I...I...I need it. I'm so hysterical right now."

"I can tell." She turned around. "Unbutton me."

I flew to her, working the buttons down the back of her dress. The dress was stiff, possessing a built in whalebone corset, which pulled on the buttons, making it difficult to undo. But I persevered. The dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing her camisole. She wiggled out of her skirt, then I ripped down her petticoats as she pulled off her camisole. She turned, her breasts large, her nipples fat and hard. A thick, black bush covered her pussy, matted by her excitement. She wore only heeled boots that when up to her knees and stockings held up by garters cinched tight about her upper thighs.

"I have just the think for you," she purred, "but only if you get it nice and wet."

She walked to her desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a large, phallic-shaped object made out of polished ebony. She licked the wooden shaft—A dildo, gasped Merita—as she sat on her desk, spreading her legs wide.

"Use it on me. Get it soaked with my pussy juices. Then I'll use it on you."

"Yes, Headmistress," I moaned. Could my tentacles sprouted if my cunny was plugged with the thick dildo?

Maybe, Merita answered.

I took the wooden dildo. It was polished to such a smooth surface so there was no possibility of splinters. I knelt before the headmistress. The strong scent of her tart pussy filled my nose. I leaned in, licking hungrily at her pussy, her curly pubic hairs tickling my face as my tongue slid through her folds. She groaned, leaning back, shuddering as I caressed her clitoris.

She moaned, humping against my face, her hands squeezing her tits as my tongue danced around her clitoris. I brought the dildo to the folds of her pussy, pressing against them. Her pussy lips were thick, protruding from her vulva. She wasn't tight like Tabitha and me. I moved down, nuzzling and sucking on her pussy lips as I forced the dildo into her.

"Yes," the Headmistress moaned, her legs quivering as I worked the dildo deep into her cunny. "Oh, you sweet dear, yes. Fuck my cunt. Stretch it out. Yes, yes yes, then I'm going to fuck you. Oh, yes, what a sweet dear."

My tongue licked and sucked at her labia and clitoris as I pumped the dildo in and out of her cunny. I gripped the end, pushing in and out, her juices lubing the way. They clung to the ebony shaft. It was thick, bigger than one of my tentacles, and it was so exciting to work it in and out of her pussy. She groaned, the desk creaking as she squirmed.

My nipples and clitoris ached so badly. The tentacles writhed in my pussy, teasing me. Juices trickled down my thighs. I concentrated on licking her pussy, not thinking about my own pleasure as the Headmistress pinched her huge, fat nipples.

"Yes, yes, yes, you little slut. Oh, you are so eager. Mmm, one day and we've turned you into a pussy-hungry lesbian. Oh, yes. Yes. This is why I took the job as Headmistress. To keep the traditions of the school alive. To guide young women like you into the pleasures society denies us. Oh, yes. Keep tonguing me as you fuck that huge dildo into me. Oh, you're going to love it when I fuck you with it."

I moaned in excitement. "Yes, yes, I need my release, too."

"Give me mine, and then I will ream you to your orgasm, Miss Henrietta."

She fell back on her desk, humping against me. Her fingers dug deep into her fleshy mounds. Her pink nipples waved atop her peaks. I wanted to crawl up her and suck on one as I fucked the dildo in and out of her depths.

Why not?

I stood up, still slamming the dildo in and out of her, and leaned over. I sucked on a hard nipple with my sticky lips. She gasped and bucked as I engulfed the fat nub. It was twice the size of Tabitha's nipple. I loved it in my mouth. I sucked so hard.

"You wonderful slut," she moaned, thrashing. "Oh, yes. Oh, Lord, that's good. Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

She bucked and heaved as she orgasmed. She screamed wordless pleasure, too much rapture flowing through her to speak. My imagination conjured words for her: Oh, yes, what a delicious slut. Oh, Lord, she's good. I love it. Oh, she's going to be a wild one. Oh, yes. So good. Miss Henrietta is amazing.

I smiled as I squirmed. My pussy tentacles ached to burst out. I lifted my lips from her nipple as she spasmed a final time. Then she grinned at me, her face flushed. She leaned up, seized my hips, and kissed me hard.

My tentacles peeked out of my pussy as I shuddered in her embrace. Her tongue licked at my lips, tasting her tart juices staining me. Her breasts brushed my tits, our nipples caressing. I groaned, straining to keep my tentacles in line.

She broke the kiss, grinning. She pushed me back and hopped off her desk, tits jiggling. "Now it's time for me to fuck you. Bend that pretty ass over my desk so I can sodomize you."

"S-sodomize?" I gasped as . "You're not fucking my cunny?"

"With a bottom that cute, I can't resist." She smacked my rear before she pushed me to her desk. "Bend over and so I can bugger you."

My asshole clenched. I had enjoyed buggering myself with a tentacle last night. I leaned over, my thighs tight. My tentacle still peeked out. I groaned, forcing it back inside before she noticed anything. She was too busy attaching a leather harness about her waist she had pulled from her desk, the dildo thrusting from it.

I remembered what Prefect Geneva had said about the Headmistress strapping her dildo to her like a real cock and buggering her students. This shouldn't be a surprise.

But it was. A wonderful surprise.

The dildo dripped with her pussy cream as she moved to me. I watched her, squirming against her desk. She grasped my butt-cheeks and parted them. She spat right on my sphincter. I gasped at the contact of her fluids.

"Oh, yes, you have such a cute rear. I can't resist. I love sodomizing girls with my big dildo."

She placed the tip at my asshole and then she thrust.

I gasped as my sphincter gave way to her dildo, lubed by her pussy cream. She slid deeper and deeper into my asshole. The burning pleasure shot to my pussy. The intense friction sent waves of heat rippling to my cunny.

And my tentacles.

I lost control.

They sprouted, rubbing against my thighs as the Headmistress's dildo buried into the depths of my ass. She had buggered me with every inch of the toy. I gasped, squirming, my bowels clenching down on her dildo as my tentacles rubbed against my thighs. Every brushing stroke sent shivers through me.

"Oh, yes, you love it, slut," groaned the Headmistress.

She drew back. My bowels clung to her dildo. The friction was intense. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. It was so thick. It stretched me out. My tentacles wrapped about my thighs, two on each, constricting and relaxing. I wanted to send them out and touch her.

But I held back.

She slammed back into me. Her thrust hard. Her groin smacked into my butt-cheeks. I gasped, watching her over my shoulder. Her breasts jiggled with the impact of our flesh. Her hands grasped my hip. She moaned, drawing back her hips and then fucking into me again.

Over and over. I grunted each time. The friction ignited bliss with every bump. My bowels clung to her dick as she sodomized me over and over. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk as my tentacles rubbed up and down my thighs, shooting rapture to my pussy and mixing with the bliss of her dildo reaming my asshole.

"Yes, yes, yes, Headmistress," I gasped, my pigtails tossing back and forth. "Bugger me. I love it. Oh, this is so hot."

"It is," she moaned. "Oh, yes, it is. Take my dildo. Oh, you little slut. Scream out how much you love it when I sodomize you."

"I love it so much. Harder! Faster! I need my release. Please, please, give it to me."

The desk rocked. She buggered me so hard. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pleasure built in my core. My nipples rubbed on the cold surface of her desk. My hips undulated as her strokes grew harder and faster.

The pleasure burst in her mind. I felt it. Her thoughts screamed out how much she loved buggering me. The dildo's base pressed on her clitoris. I was so caught up in the thrill of being fucked, it hardly registered that I was sensing her pleasure.

Her thoughts.

Like I had all day. I wasn't imagining what people were saying, but hearing their thoughts.

"Yes, yes, yes, you little slut," she hissed in my mind. So much fun to bugger a pretty, little thing. Look at those asscheeks writhe. And she's tight. Oh, the pressure on my clitoris is intense. I'm going to cum so hard from sodomizing her.

"Yes, yes, cum, Headmistress," I begged, my hips bucking up, our flesh slapping hard together. My tentacles clenched about my legs, gripping them, savoring the feel of them. The pleasure rippled up them to my pussy. "Cum with me. I...I..."

"Cum you filthy whore!"

Her words triggered my paroxysms. My tentacles pulsed around my legs as pussy juices squirted out of my spasming cunny. My pussy clenched and relaxed on the tentacles, savoring their girth while my bowels writhed about her thrusting dildo.

The intense pleasure flooded through my body. It crashed through my mind. So much. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned and gasped. I shuddered, undulating my hips, drinking in more and more of the bliss. I moaned out with every new wave of rapture flooding through me.

Such a good ass to sodomize. Oh, yes, I'm going to cum so hard. She's such a slut. Oh, yes. Look at her sphincter taking my dildo. It's stretched so wide. So obscenely wide.

I felt her orgasm as she slammed into me. I screamed with her as a second burst of delight shot through me. My tentacles clenched so hard on my legs it hurt. I moaned, fighting the urge to let them go wild as the pleasure boiled through me. The Headmistress buried her dildo into my depths, her fingernails biting into my hips as her fingers clenched.

"Oh, you wonderful slut," she panted, her orgasm cresting in her. "Oh, you were amazing. Mmm, yes. Just what I needed."

"Me, too," I sighed as my tentacles retracted back inside of me.

She pulled out of me, my asshole gaping open, feeling so empty. Then she froze. I sensed disbelief from her. She had glimpsed my tentacles retracting into my cunny. She blinked. No, no, I couldn't have seen that. Impossible.

I sighed in relief. She dismissed it as a trick of motion.

"Miss Henrietta, you may dress and go." She paused. "And remember, leave the deflowering to our medical staff."

"Yes...Headmistress..." I panted.

And now it is lunch time, Merita said. Time to find the core before any humans stumble on it.Miss Marilynn Gully and Daisy the Maid finished consuming the core's canister, leaving only the flashing light behind. The two rose. It had taken hours to consume it, the nanites patiently dissolving more and more of the metal to provide the resources so they could connect to more entities and find the computer.

...connect...

Both women, joined by the metal tentacle buried in both their cunts, walked as one, side by side, across the grassy moor. Their thoughts were full of excitement. New tentacles grew in both their pussies, eager to connect to other women.

And there were many of them at the school.

...connect...

"Yes," Daisy and Marilynn said in unison. "So many girls to connect to."

They shuddered, eager for the rapture to come.

Boarding School Encounter 06: Henrietta is Spanked by Her Teacher by mypenname3000

Science-Fiction, Alien, Anal, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female solo, Female/Female, Group Sex, Lesbian, Oral Sex, School, Spanking, Voyeurism.

Introduction:

When Henrietta is late to class, her teacher spanks her naked bottom while everyone watches.

Boarding School Encounter

Chapter Six: Henrietta is Spanked by Her Teacher

By mypenname3000

My bowels had a wonderful ache to them as I stumbled out of the Headmistress's office, once again dressed. I closed the door behind me. The Headmistress sat at her desk, writing on it calmly like she hadn't just sodomized me with a dildo she had strapped to her crotch with a curious, leather harness. She had pounded me with a wonderful fervor, ramming her dildo deep into my bowels and giving me such an effervescent paroxysm of delight.

I came hard.

Yes, you did, Merita, the lesbian alien who had possessed my body to save my life, whispered in my mind. And she didn't find out about your tentacles.

No, I agreed, sucking in deep breaths. I still shivered from the orgasms. They were amazing. Powerful. And when we finished, the Headmistress merely dressed, sat down at her desk, and adjusted her bun while I reeled from the climaxes. Not a single one of her hairs had escaped the bun while she pounded me. She again looked prim and proper, not a sinful woman who loved buggering her eighteen-year-old students' rectums.

I smoothed my gray skirts over my two layers of petticoats as I tried to gather myself. Her dildo was larger than the tentacles that now sprouted from the depths of my pussy. I bit my lip, shifting, the burning ache persisting in my bowels.

A reminder of the passion.

Why was I reading her thoughts? I asked Merita as I straightened and glanced down the stone halls of the Kensington Boarding School, a place to educate young woman. I never expected the education to include sinful, lesbian lessons.

Or that I would love it.

What's so strange about that? Merita paused. Your race isn't telepathic?

Is that what you call...hearing others thoughts?

I felt Merita nod her thoughts. She was a disembodied voice in my head, her body merged into mine. It was a necessary act to allow the nanites—strange, tiny automatons that were fixing my body after I broke my neck and nearly died—to heal me. My body didn't like them, treating them like an illness.

So I have pussy tentacles and can read thoughts? Will there be other side-effects?

I really don't know, Merita admitted. But you have lunch next. You promised to find the core of my spaceship during your lunch.

Last night, Merita had crashed her spaceship. I thought she was a shooting star. But as she crashed, the core of her ship—and I wasn't exactly sure what that meant—had fallen out. It was full of more nanites but disconnected from her computer which was some sort of thinking machine. I also didn't understand that. How could a machine think? But without the computer, the nanites might do bad things, so we had to find them before anyone else did.

Okay, I answered. I think the class period is over. No point in heading to English.

I was right. As I walked down the halls, doors opened and the girls spilled, wearing their gray skirts and white blouse buttoned to the neckline. They all looked so prim and proper, young women of impeccable breeding. And all had succumbed to the sapphic teaching of the staff.

I headed for the doors, not towards the dining hall, moving against the tide of students. Heeled shoes echoed. Maids in their black uniforms, white aprons, and small caps perched on their heads scurried in both directions, carrying out their duties.

I turned the corner for the main doors when a voice shouted my name with great enthusiasm. "Etta!"

Okay, not my full name, which was Henrietta, or one of the proper diminutives for my name—Ettie or Hettie. Tabitha had named me thus yesterday when we first met. We quickly became bosom friends and then so much more last night when we discovered the existence of my pussy tentacles.

We made such wonderful love. My heart fluttered at the sight of her fiery curls bouncing about her shoulders as she dashed down the hall, her freckled face shining with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She slid to a stop beside me, her green eyes staring into my blue, her round breasts rising and falling in her bodice. She was a bustier girl than I was. I had a slim figure where she was curvier.

Which made her fun to play with. I loved wrapping my tentacles about her breasts and squeezing.

A hot itch fluttered through my pussy as the tentacles squirmed, eager to come out an play.

Henrietta, the mission, whined Merita. No getting distracted.

"You're in one piece," Tabitha panted. "I was so worried all through English. I couldn't pay a single bit of attention on the lesson. I was so afraid you were in trouble. Does she know...about...?"

I shook my head. "She just wanted to lecture me on the proprieties of the school. Apparently, Nurse Paige deflowers the girls who still possess a maidenhead. It's a medical procedure."

"Right." Tabitha giggled. "The horny nurse just has a letch for pricking maidenheads."

"It is a delicious treat," I blushed. I had pricked two maidenheads, Tabitha's and another girl's who lived on our floor. Peony was a sweet thing. Both times were exquisite.

I loved it when she pricked my maidenhead, thought Tabitha, her voice clear in my mind. I loved feeling her tentacles pump in and out of me. I'm glad she pricked me and not the nurse. Not that Nurse Paige isn't sexy, and her fingers were wonderful this morning. Still, Etta's tentacles are special.

I smiled as Tabitha's cheeks grew crimson. Then she shook her head. "So you were told to stop plucking cherries. What else?"

"She then stripped me naked, was disappointed to find I also didn't have a cherry, and I lied and said I brought a dildo. Then she pulled out her own dildo, and I fucked it in and out of her cunny until she came."

"Ooh, what a wicked headmistress. Her hair is pulled into such a tight bun, I wouldn't think she could have fun."

I squirmed. "Then she strapped the dildo on with a curious harness and buggered me. Hard."

Tabitha's grinned. Ooh, I loved it when Etta buggered me this morning. Shame Geneva interrupted us.

"Yes, it was a shame," I told her. My tentacles squirmed in my pussy's depths.

I was about to offer to bugger her right now when Merita hissed, This isn't finding the core. Once we have the core, we can enjoy Tabitha's asshole wrapped about your tentacle.

Right, right.

"Talking to Merita?" Tabitha asked.

I nodded my head. "Time to find the core."

Tabitha took my hand and squeezed it. "Let's go."Marilynn Gully and Daisy Brown walked in unison, holding hands, as they approached the front doors of the Kensington Boarding School. Marilynn taught philosophy at the school while Daisy worked there as a maid. Both women's clothing—Daisy wearing the black skirt and white blouse of a maid, a white apron tied about her waist, and Marilynn had on a dark green, proper dress with a bustle accentuating her rear—were wet and covered in strands of grass. They walked in synchronized steps. Their breathing matched. Their thoughts connected.

Nanites infected them. Both their bodies had changed. First, Marilynn was taken over. She was afflicted with the powerful urge to connect. The nanites, reading her memories, deduced that humans connected via sex. So Marilynn had sex with Daisy. A metallic tentacle sprouted from the teacher's pussy and fucked into Daisy's. When the women came, nanites flooded Daisy.

After consuming the metal case of the core, both women had the resources to build more tentacles and more nanites. One new tentacle each squirmed in their pussies, ready to connect with more humans. The nanites had to find their computer and reunite with their ship.

Their limited processes could think of no other way.

...connect...

Marilynn and Daisy nodded to the mechanical, feminine voice speaking through their minds. "Yes, connect," they both said together, smiles on their lips. Their nipples ached and their pussies were wet, clenching about the tentacle that united them. "So many girls to connect with here."

In unison, they opened the front doors to the five story, stone manor house converted into the Kensington Boarding School. It perched on a grassy hill in the English countryside, far from the modern conveniences of London—electricity being the biggest. Progress has yet to reach the rural landscape.

"Oh, hello Miss Marilynn," a platinum-blonde-haired girl said. She was young, twenty, with a smile on her face.

A round-faced, bushy-haired brunette with a large smile walked with the platinum-blonde. Both girls wore the school uniform, gray skirts falling over two layers of petticoats to accentuate both girls hips, their white blouses tight, the blonde's breasts large.

"We were all disappointed you didn't show for class," the brunette said. "We always love welcoming new teachers."

Though Marilynn had never met either girl—it was her first day teaching—she knew their names from her connection with Daisy. The blonde was Geneva, Prefect for the fifth floor dorms, and her companions was Emaleine. Both girls were on their third and final year at the school.

And both were beautiful.

"Yes, we were busy," Marilynn and Daisy said together.

"I can tell," smirked Geneva. "I am glad the serving staff are working hard to satiate the teaching staff. But the Headmistress cannot be pleased with you."

"That doesn't matter," the pair said as they moved forward, hand-in-hand, step-in-step.

Emaleine frowned. In the background, a girl screeched, "Etta."

"Is something wrong, Miss Marilynn?" the brunette asked.

"Nothing."

"Why are you two speaking in unison?" Geneva asked.

Marilynn and Daisy paused before the girls. Then they seized the girls' shoulders and pushed them against the wall. Marilynn had Geneva's shoulders, Daisy Emaleine's. The auburn-haired teacher stared into Geneva's blue eyes.

"We want to connect with you," Marilynn said, finally acting independently of Daisy. Her hand slid down Geneva's shoulder to squeeze the girl's round breast. "Will you connect with us?"

"Yes, will you?" Daisy asked, pressing her body tight against the brunette. Daisy's mussed hair was a darker shade of brown, contrasting with Emaleine as their curls brushed.

"Teacher, every student in the school is at your disposal," Geneva purred. "You know that. If you need your hysterics cured, I will be glad to relieve you."

"Yes, cured," moaned Marilynn.

...connect...

The new tentacles squirmed inside Marilynn and Daisy's pussies, stretching them out more. Delicious ripples of pleasure flooded through the teacher and maid's bodies as they leaned in and captured the students' lips. Geneva's were soft and sweet while Emaleine kissed with aggressive hunger. Marilynn felt both, sharing sensations with Daisy.

Behind them, a pair of girls walked past and headed outside, giggling at their antics. "I love this school," one said. "Shame we can't join them, Etta."

"No, no, we're in a hurry," the second answered. "Let's go, Tabitha or—"

The boom of the closing front door cut off her words.

Marilynn squeezed Geneva's breast, loving how the mound through blouse and camisole. The teacher's clitoris throbbed and her nipples ached. Her tongue thrust into Geneva's mouth, swirling, tasting, as the excitement built in her pussy. Juices trickled down her thighs, exciting her, building her passion. Daisy squirmed and squealed as bold Emaleine's hands shot out and slid into Daisy's still unlaced bodice, cupping a round breast.

Emmeline tweaked Daisy's nipple and Marilynn felt it. Her pussy clenched as her nipple ached in sympathy. The wonderful pleasure rippled through both women's bodies. They moaned into their students' lips, kissing harder.

Marilynn's fingers worked at the buttons of Geneva's blouse, popping them through they eyelets. The blouse opened, and the teacher's hands shot in, squeezing those lush mounds through the thin camisole. Geneva's nipples were fat and hard, poking at the material.

"Oh, Miss Marilynn," the blonde moaned after breaking the kiss. "Oh, yes, you're stirring such flutters through me. I need my hysterics cured badly."

"Me, too," Emaleine moaned as the maid nibbled on her neck. Both of the student's hands were down Daisy's bodice now, pinching and rolling her nipples.

Miss Marilynn's pussy clenched and shuddered. The second metallic tentacle slithered out in unison to the one in Daisy's cunt. It brushed the teacher's inner thigh, smearing pussy juices against her flesh.

"It's time to connect," moaned Marilynn.

"Yes, yes, yes," Daisy panted.

Both women were eager for the rush of pleasure produced by connecting. Marilynn's hands squeezed her student's breasts, fingers digging into her soft mound separated only by thin linen. The tentacle slithered out from beneath her skirt and underneath Geneva's.

Then it went up.

Marilynn kissed Geneva again, excitement brewing inside the teacher and maid. Both their tentacles worked up between the students' thighs, drawing closer and closer. Waves of pleasures washed through their united body, their excitement mounting.

Emaleine pinched hard at Daisy's nipples and gasped, "What is that? There's something moving beneath my skirt."

"Relax," Daisy purred and kissed Emaleine as her tentacle reached the shorter girl's pussy first, stroking hot, excited flesh. Marilynn felt the wonderful, wet feel of Emaleine's cunt as Daisy's tentacle caressed the girl.

And then the teacher's tentacle reached Geneva's cunny lips.

The blonde gasped, breaking the kiss as the metallic tentacle rubbed against her wet nethers. Her eyes were wide, staring at the teacher. "Miss Marilynn... What is that?"

"My connector," the teacher purred, savoring the duel sensations of both tentacles rubbing against the students' cunnies. Each felt slightly different, Geneva's pussy lips thicker, Emaleine's clitoris larger. Both were wet and hot, their silky pubic hair matted by excitement. "I want to connect with you."

"Let us connect with you," moaned Daisy.

"You'll cum so hard."

"...so hard," echoed the maid.

"But, but," Emaleine moaned, her hips shifting. "What is it?"

"Pleasure," both the maid and teacher moaned together.

...connect...

...must connect...

...need more processing power...

...connect...

Waves of pleasure shot out of both the maid's and teacher's cunts, sparked by electricity. The students shuddered as the electrical delight reached the end of the tentacles rubbing a their cunnies. They both gasped, eyes widening.

"I...I..." Geneva groaned, shifting her hips. Marilynn rubbed the girl's nipples through her camisole. "It feels nice."

"So nice," trembled Emaleine, her fingers twisting Daisy's nubs.

"Connect with us," moaned teacher and maid in unison. "You will receive such pleasure."

"Yes," both students squealed.

In unison, the tentacle's thrust into the girls' wet cunnies. Daisy and Marilynn both groaned as they savored duel sensations of their tentacles sinking into hot, tight, silky pussies. Ecstasy shot down the metallic tentacles and raced through their bodies.

"Yes, yes, yes, connect," they moaned together.

"Oh, my Lord," gasped Geneva. "It's so flexible. Oh, yes, slide it in deep. What sort of metal dildo is this? How are you...? Yes, fuck me. Oh, yes. This is what I need after three long lessons. Oh, yes."

Emaleine shuddered, her pussy clenching down on Daisy's thrusting tentacle, increasing the sublime friction. Marilynn pressed her lips into Geneva's neck, nibbling and sucking, squeezing the blonde's large tits through the undergarment's thin cloth. The tentacles pumped faster and faster.

...connect...

"Yes, yes, we're connecting," moaned Marilynn, pleasure flooding through her body.

Emaleine drew out the maid's breast, a hard nipple begging to be sucked. The girl leaned down and engulfed the nipple, sucking hard. Marilynn's pussy clenched as she felt the sucking delight. She squeezed Geneva's breasts harder and massaged her nipple, the teacher's hips undulating. Juices dribbled out of her pussy, running down her tentacles.

The pleasure swelled in her core. Sparks of electricity shot through her body. She spasmed and moaned. Both tentacles thrust at the same speed, driving deep into the girls' cunnies. Their voices sang through the hall, four women gasping and moaning, building towards their shared orgasm.

...connecting...

"Oh, yes, Miss Marilynn," shuddered Geneva. "Oh, I'm going to have my release. I'm going to cum. Yes, yes, cure my hysterics. Oh, this is stupendous."

Her blue eyes fluttered. Her face clenched. And then her orgasm burst inside of her. Marilynn and Daisy moaned and shuddered as the blonde's cunny spasmed about Marilynn's tentacle. The soft flesh massaged the hard, thrusting appendage. Electric tingles shot down the tentacle right to Marilynn's core.

The orgasm build inside of her. The teacher pinched her student's nipples hard through the camisole. She moaned into Geneva's throat, sucking, marking the girl as the excitement built and built in her depths.

Emaleine moaned about Daisy's nipple. The girl's cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh. Her pussy tightened on Daisy's tentacle, the pleasure swelling in both maid and teacher's body.

"Yes, yes, cum on my connector," gasped Daisy. "Let me feel your hot cunny spasm. Just like Geneva's did on Miss Marilynn's connector."

"Yes, yes, enjoy your release," gasped the trembling Geneva, her voice strained with pleasure.

Emaleine's teeth nipped Daisy's nipple as the student came. Her pussy convulsed wildly about Daisy's tentacle. The thrusting appendages plowed deeper into both girls' spasming cunnies. The maid and teacher trembled.

"So good," moaned Miss Marilynn, fingers twisting Geneva's nipples. "Yes, yes, yes. Time to connect."

"Time," agreed Daisy. The maid threw her head back, her fingers cradling Emaleine's face as the girl sucked on the maid's hard nipple.

Both women, united by the nanites, came together. Their pussies spasmed about their twin tentacles. Pleasure surged down the appendages as ripples of bliss bathed their minds. Marilynn gasped and moaned in unison with Daisy as the nanites erupted from the tentacle's end.

Pulse after pulse of nanites flooded the students' young cunnies. Both girls gasped, orgasmic delight slamming into their minds as they connected to Miss Marilynn and Daisy. Their rapture surging between the four. Gasping, moaning, spasming. Ecstasy roared between them, sharing their pleasure. They felt every pussy's spasm, every lip's kiss, every finger's caress, every mouth's suckle.

Two became four. Connection achieved.

"Oh, yes," the four women moaned in unison. And then two students shuddered, overwhelmed by the nanites changing their bodies, and passed out.

Marilynn and Daisy, smiling in satiated delight, their bodies buzzing from intense pleasure, carried the unconscious students into a side room. They draped the girls on the floor and waited for them to recover.

Marilynn bent down and sucked on Daisy's still exposed nipple. The maid groaned, feeling the pleasure of her nipple sucking while experience Marilynn's joy at sucking on it. Duel delight flooded both of them while the nanites prepared new tentacles inside all four women's bodies.

...more connections...

...required...This is not good, Merita told her host as she stared through Henrietta's eyes at the remains of the core. All that was left was the flashing beacon and the control circuitry. It was the size of Henrietta's hand. The nanites were all gone, loose without any guidance. They had broken down the core for materials.

"Is this bad?" Tabitha asked, the redhead peering down.

"Yes. Merita isn't happy," Henrietta answered.

This is a disaster. It's destroyed. Where did they go? I don't see any sign of them. None of the grass looks changed. They made contact with something alive.

What do we do? Henrietta asked as Tabitha said, "We have to get back to the school. We'll be late for our next class. It took forever to hike out here."

I don't know, Merita sighed, despair crashing on her. I'm stuck here. And who knows what the nanites did to whoever found them.

Do we keep looking?

Merita didn't answer.

"Etta, we have to get back," Tabitha said. "If we're late, we'll get a demerit."

Merita, talk to me. Please, Merita. Don't be silent. What do we do? Is the person in trouble?

I don't know. The alien's thoughts squirmed in her host. I don't know how to find them. They could be anywhere. I'm never getting back home. It's destroyed.

I'm so sorry. Henrietta squirmed. I am. But...if there is nothing to do...

Yes, yes, you have to get back to class. Merita sighed. Stuck on a primitive planet...

I'm sorry we're primitive.

The pain in Henrietta's thoughts hit Merita. I didn't mean to insult you. I am glad we met. This isn't your fault. Don't feel bad, okay? Grab the circuitry board. Maybe if we find the nanites they can rebuild the core. Merita had small hope of that, but she didn't want to burden Henrietta with guilt. That's what they're good at. Then, maybe, they can fix my ship if I can find the right materials on your world. But in the meantime, get back to class. No point in you getting in trouble.

I'm still sorry. But I am glad we met. I love you, Merita.

Merita sighed and retreated back from her host's thoughts to brood on her problem.I ran through the halls of the school beside Tabitha. The core fell so far from the school it took half our lunch hour just to walk out there. Our heeled shoes slapped on the tiles, mine still wet from traipsing through damp grass. Merita had been silent the entire walk back. I could feel her sadness.

I wanted to do something for her, but I didn't know what.

"I think it's this way," Tabitha said, her red curls flying behind her as she darted down a hallway.

Our next class was Latin taught by Miss Erma Northrop. I had heard she had a letch for spanking girl's bottoms and then soothing them afterward with her soft caresses. I didn't want to be spanked. And if she did soothe me, I might lose control my tentacles and expose myself as a freak.

I was lucky Peony didn't tell anyone about what we did in the bath this morning.

Tabitha sighed in relief, slowing to a walk before a door. "Here it is." She took a deep breath, glancing at me. "Oh, one of your pigtails is coming loose."

I gasped and retied the ribbon while gaining my breath. Our faces were both flushed from our run, though it looked like we had sex instead. Given this school, I was sure that was what people would think.

Ready, I opened the door and stepped in, hoping it wasn't past the hour and we weren't tardy. Miss Erma stood at the front of the class, a chalkboard covered in Latin words rested behind her. She was a tall woman, her brown hair piled into a severe bun, her curvy body covered by a dark-gray dress. Her eyes flashed upon us.

"Two minutes late, girls."

"Sorry, Miss Erma," we both said in unison.

"We were lost," Tabitha added. "We are still learning the school's layout."

"There are no excuses for tardiness. You both arrived to the school before today, giving you ample opportunity to learn where my classroom was situated."

I swallowed. "You are correct, Miss Erma. Our apologies."

"Apologies are all well and good, but you have broken a rule and that requires discipline to straighten out."

"Discipline?" I winced.

"Yes, strip naked the both of you and bend over my desk. You will each be spanked before the class."

The other girls, all eighteen-year-olds like us, glanced at us, a mix of envy and, to my surprise, excitement in their eyes. One of the girls with an eager countenance was shy Peony sitting in the back, her hands clasped beneath her desk over her skirt. She squirmed.

She had a hot cunny and was in great need of her hysterics being cured.

Tabitha and I moved up to the front of the class. A tickle of excitement caressed my pussy. My nipples hardened. All those eyes watching us... Twenty girls... My fingers worked at the buttons of my blouse as I stood before the class, my cunny growing wetter and wetter.

My tentacles squirming more and more.

"Keep calm," Tabitha whispered as I slid off my blouse. Her eyes flicked to my nipples, both hard and prominent against my camisole.

I nodded my head, swallowing. I had, mostly, kept myself under control while in the Headmistress's office. It was only when she buggered me with her dildo that my tentacles came out. And I doubted Miss Erma planned on sodomizing me hard and fast.

Tabitha and I quickly stripped. I noticed the dewy excitement glistening on my lover's thighs before she bent over the desk, her round, freckled tits pillowing on the desk. My smaller mounds jiggled as I bent over, but they didn't pillow against the desk. I wiggled my hips, my blonde pigtails spreading across the table. I rested my cheek on the cool surface, staring at my lover.

She gave me a comforting smile and took my hand.

"Well, well, well," purred Miss Erma, "what a saucy pair of round, young bottoms. So pert." She squeezed us both, making us gasp. Her fingers dug into my flesh, reminding my sphincter that it had been plowed vigorously earlier.

The excitement swelled in my pussy and the tentacles squirmed more.

"Their sexes are wet and flushed, afflicted with that horrible disease. Female hysterics most be combated at all times. Young women are especially prone to it. If any of you feel any flutters between your thighs, feel free to relieve yourself manually. Clitoral stimulation, either through your skirt or with direct contact of your finger is permitted."

"Yes, Miss Erma," the other students said.

I glanced at them, the girls squirming, hands disappearing beneath their desks. I groaned as their cheeks grew rosy. Their thighs parted. Skirts and petticoats rustled as Miss Erma kept kneading my ass instead of spanking us.

Twenty girls abusing their cunnies while I was spanked... How was I keeping myself under control?

If I never fell, you wouldn't be afflicted with this problem, sighed Merita in my mind.

Don't say that. I am not—

Crack! Crack!

The first spanking landed. I gasped and shuddered, pain shooting through my ass and wiping away all thought. Tabitha spasmed beside me. Miss Erma had spanked both our rears simultaneously. Or near enough. The heat of her hand's fall burned through my ass.

It was so different than when my father had spanked me as a child. This was bare skin. The feminine sighs of my classmates filled the air. Miss Erma's hand rested on my rear, stroking my flesh as she let the pain linger instead of continuously applying our discipline.

Crack! Crack!

Tabitha and I bucked together. I moaned, my nipples rubbing on the desk. I squirmed at the hot pain prickling through my asscheeks to my cunny. My tentacles writhed in my depths as the pain became excitement.

Pleasure.

Crack! Crack!

I gasped, my hips undulating, my clitoris grinding into the edge of the desk. It was like my body was built to experience this delight. I ground my nub against it as the teacher's hand fell again and again, warming my ass, stimulating my pussy, and driving my clitoris against the hard wood. Pleasure fluttered through me.

I grit my teeth and fought against my tentacles.

"Oh, Miss Erma," gasped Tabitha as the double crack fell.

"Their hysterics grow," Miss Erma said. "As the pain increases, their cunnies become wetter. The flutters build. Look at how they undulated. They are grinding their over-stimulated clitorides into the desk."

"I see that, Miss Erma," a girl gasped with breathy excitement.

I could hear the wet rub of fingers on cunny. Some plunged digits into their flesh. Chairs squeaked and their moans grew. I bit my lip, fighting against my tentacles. They wanted to come out and play as the teacher's hands fell on my ass again.

Crack! Crack!

"Oh, Lord," I groaned, my clitoris rubbing hard against the edge. Sweat beaded my forehead as I fought the swelling pleasure. Sensations rippled through my body. The excitement built. My tentacles pushed towards the entrances of my cunny, stretching my walls. The sweet friction sent a shudder through me. "Please, please, no."

"Don't fight your excitement, girls," moaned the teacher, her voice breathy, full of her own passion. "A release while being punished is a wonderful experience. The paroxysms are intense."

Tabitha clenched my hand hard as the next spankings landed. Her hips moved. I stared at her jiggling, burning-red ass. She ground her clitoris into the desk, not fighting her passions like I was. Her green eyes fluttered.

Crack! Crack!

"Yes, yes, yes," screamed Tabitha. "Oh, yes. Miss Erma... I was so bad! Oh, Lord, I was!"

Her orgasm contorted her face. Her lips formed a perfect O as she screamed out her bliss. She thrashed on the table, her hand gripping mine so hard. I shuddered, unable to resist grinding my clitoris on the desk, building my own orgasm as the tentacles ached to explode out of me.

So good. Oh, yes. This is the best. The pain... The pleasure...

Tabitha's thoughts invaded my mind. I gasped, wanting that same delicious joy. To feel my pussy exploded with the pleasure of pain. I groaned, squirming. Behind me, several girls gasped in feminine delight, achieving their masturbatory release.

"And now it's your turn, little strumpet," Miss Erma moaned. "Let me hear you squeal."

Crack! Crack!

Both the teacher's hands fell on my ass. She slapped both my butt-cheeks together. I groaned, straining against my tentacles writhing need as the pain flared and my clitoris ground into the desk's edge. It was so sharp, hurting my clitoris, which made the rapture exquisite.

"Let me hear you scream, naughty girl!"

Crack! Crack!

"No," I moaned, squirming, so close to cumming, to letting my tentacles burst out of my cunny. Merita, help me.

I can't do anything, she sulked.

"You will cum if I have to spank your ass until it is black and blue." Miss Erma squeezed my burning ass. She pressed the front of her dress against me, humping against me, the fabric cool on the back of my thighs and brushing the lips of my pussy. The tentacles were at the opening of my cunny, just peeking out.

They felt the cloth of her skirt.

I lost control of them.

"Yes, yes, yes," I screamed as I came.

My pussy rippled about my tentacles as they shot out of my pussy and against Miss Erma. The appendages burned to feel her flesh. They slammed into her crotch, driving her back a step before they gripped the fabric of her skirt, pulling at it. I shuddered, bliss rippling down the sensitive tentacles as they ripped at the cloth.

My tentacles were strong.

The cloth tore.

"What is going on?" gasped Miss Erma. "What are those coming out of your...?"

Her words trailed off as my tentacles wrapped about her naked thighs. Two of them rubbed at her pussy, one nuzzling at her clitoris, the other stroking her pussy lips. She felt so hot and wet against my appendages. I moaned, my orgasm intensifying as I stroked her, drinking in the sensations.

"They're my tentacles," I moaned, out of control. I had to fuck her. I had to feel what it was like in my teacher's holes.

A third tentacle slithered between the cheeks of her rear, lubed by my dripping pussy juices. I rammed a tentacle into her ass and pussy. She gasped, shuddering as both her holes were filled by my wriggling appendages.

She felt wonderful. Hot and wet and silky and tight and velvety and amazing. Both her holes gripped my plunging tentacles. I squirmed on the desk, squeezing Tabitha's hand as I fucked my tentacles in and out of her cunny and bowels.

I fucked and buggered her hard.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned. "Oh, you are so delicious."

More cloth tore. My two other tentacles ripped her naked, stripping her before the class. The girls gasped in astonishment. I looked at them, some frozen, others masturbating even harder, plunging their fingers into their cunnies, lust burning in their eyes.

"Oh, my Lord," gasped Miss Erma. "Oh, yes. Oh, wow. That's...yes, yes, yes."

My two tentacles wrapped about her large breasts. I watched her over my shoulder, grinding my clitoris into the edge of the desk. Her two tits bulged as my tentacles squeezed them. They turned red. Her nipples were so hard. I groaned, fucking and sodomizing her hard, loving the duel sensations rushing down my tentacles.

"Oh, yes, fuck her," moaned Tabitha as she writhed beside me. "Oh, yes, this is so hot. Oh, wow, ram those tentacles into her."

"I am," I moaned.

Tabitha sat up. She moved behind me, stroking my tentacles where they emerged from my pussy then tickling my cunny lips. I gasped, my tentacles tightening about Miss Erma's tits. Then Tabitha leaned over and licked between my butt-cheeks until she found my sore rectum.

Mmm, she tastes delicious, thought Tabitha. Sour and dirty. I love it. No wonder Geneva licked my rectum during the bath. Oh, yes, this is amazing.

"So amazing, Tabitha. Rim me while I fuck our teacher."

Another orgasm built in my depths as I worked my four tentacles. The ends of the pair wrapped about her tits played with her nipples. The other two worked over and over into her holes, fucking her, making her spasm and gasp. Her bowels and pussy clenched on them as she shuddered, twitching, her hands sliding up and down her sides.

"Oh, yes, this is amazing, Henrietta," gasped Miss Erma.

"Yes, yes, yes," Peony moaned from the back of the class. The black-haired girl's face screwed up. She gasped and shuddered, cumming hard. "I love those tentacles. She took my maidenhead in the bath with them."

"This is so crazy," another girl said, her brassy-brown hair shaking about her shoulders.

"But hot. Oh, yes. My clitoris is aching. I'm going to have such a release."

"Yes, yes, frig your cunnies and rub your clitorides," I moaned, squirming, grinding my clitoris on the desk. "Do it. Let's all keep cumming and cumming."

"It's the best," Tabitha moaned before she pressed her tongue into my asshole.

I gasped. It was so wicked. So many sensations crashed through my body. I trembled and groaned, clenching my burning butt-cheeks. Her red hair caressed my well-spanked ass, reminding me of the pain while her tongue swirled through my bowels. My tentacles all savored the feel of Miss Erma's body, shooting delight to my pussy while my clitoris ached against the desk and my nipples rubbed on its smooth surface.

I fucked my tentacles faster and faster. Miss Erma moaned louder. Her body spasmed. Her holes convulsed about my tentacles. Friction's pleasure raced down my tentacles. I gasped, my eyes widening at the sweet delight of feeling her orgasm burst in her depths.

"Yes, yes, yes," Miss Erma gasped. "Oh, girls, this is amazing. I don't understand, but...but... Yes!"

Miss Erma's voice echoed through the classroom. Her pussy and asshole clenched so hard on my cocks. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. The pleasure swelled through me. Such sweet delight building in my core.

"This is wild," gasped another girl.

"I'm cumming! Yes, yes! So hot!"

"Wild!"

The air filled with the sent of hot cunny. The heady scent made my head swim. My pleasure built. Tabitha stroked my tentacles and pussy lips. She worked her tongue deep into my asshole, fucking in and out as I tensed.

And came.

"Oh, Lord, yes," I moaned. "Merita, Merita, isn't this wonderful?"

My tentacles pulsed with pleasure. Miss Erma gasped as her pussy and asshole stretched about the expanding and contracting tentacles. I groaned, my cunny spasming about my tentacles while I bucked and thrashed on the desk.

Pleasure boiled through my body.

It reached my mind and cooked it.

I gasped and moaned my pleasure. Other girls joined me. Tabitha sucked on my asshole, adding more delight. My head tossed back, pigtails flying as my tentacles fucked their final time into Miss Erma's body.

And then I collapsed on the desk, my tentacles withdrawing. I heard Miss Erma stagger back. She bumped into a desk. Girls gasped and moaned, achieving their releases all across the classroom. I looked at them, their eyes fixed on my cunny stretched wide open about my four writhing tentacles.

They all know my secret.

Everyone will know my secret.

"W-what are you, Miss Henrietta?" asked the panting Miss Erma, her eyes narrowing now that her lusts were satiated. "How do you...have those...things?"

Fear constricted my stomach...connect...

Geneva and Emaleine awoke at the same moment. Their eyes snapped open and they arose, their pussies stuffed with Daisy's and Marilynn's second tentacles. The two girls smiled, taking hands and staring at their other halves.

"We need to connect to more girls," the four said in unison, their bodies tingling with sexual excitement, new tentacles ready to make new connections.

And there was a school of girls and women awaiting them.

Boarding School Encounter 07: Henrietta's Pussy Tentacles Molests Her Class by mypenname3000

Science-Fiction, Alien, Female exhibitionist, Female/Female, First Time, Group Sex, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Threesome, Virginity, Voyeurism

Introduction:

Henriette's secret is out. Her entire class has seen her tentacles, and the horny bunch of girls are eager for their turn to enjoy them.

Boarding School Encounter

Chapter Seven: Henrietta's Pussy Tentacles Molests Her Class

By mypenname3000

"Answer me, Miss Henrietta," panted my Latin teacher, Miss Erma. She stepped back from the desk. I lay stretched over it, my ass burning from the spanking she gave me, my small breasts rubbing naked into the desk. Why does she have tentacles? I heard her thoughts echo in my head, one of my new powers since I met Merita, the lesbian alien. And out of her cunny?

I was naked, along with my new friend and lover Tabitha. We both were late arriving to Miss Erma's class. We had been out in the countryside, looking for the missing core to Merita's ship. We found it, but all the nanites—which were small automatons like the ones inside my body repairing mys pine—had escaped, eating the core in the process.

Merita feared they had encountered a human and were causing all sorts of problems.

And I wanted to help her, I did, but I had problems of my own. While Miss Erma spanked Tabitha and me, she excited us. There was something so erotic about her hand smacking over and over on my bottom, the loud crack, the heat reaching into my pussy and making me shudder with bliss. It was ecstatic. Amazing.

And that excitement made my pussy tentacles squirm. I tried to control myself while the class masturbated, watching our discipline. She spanked us until we had our orgasms. Tabitha came first, gasping and moaning. I tried to fight it, but Miss Erma was so insistent that I also achieve my release.

She made me cum. And I lost all control over my pussy tentacles.

Since the alien merged with me, I gained the tentacles and something Merita called telepathy. Now I had four squirming, writhing, and sensitive tentacles, as purple as Merita, in my cunny. They burst out of my pussy, eager to touch and caress a woman, to drive her wild with passion.

Before the masturbating class, I fucked Miss Erma with my tentacles, looking control of them when I climaxed. I plunged them in and out of her holes, ripping her dress off in the process. She gasped and moaned, my appendages reaming her asshole and pussy while the other eighteen-year-old students watched wide-eyed. Before, only Peony and Tabitha knew my secret.

Now they all knew.

What would they do? Would they think I was a freak? Something that belonged in a traveling menagerie and not in a school for educating young woman. Yes, the school had liberal policies on sapphic delights, encouraging faculty and students to explore each other's bodies, to relieve each other's hysterics.

To make love to each other in the most wicked of manner.

But this? I could hear the shock in Miss Erma's voice as she stared at my pussy, trying to spot my tentacles. I didn't know what to do. Help me, Merita, I plead to the voice that occupied my mind. What can I say?

I don't know, Merita answered, her voice sluggish. She was despondent. Losing the core meant the possibility of being stranded on my planet. As much as she loved me and was glad she met, my world was so primitive. She talked about things I couldn't even understand, that English didn't even have words for.

I mean, there wasn't even electricity in our school. It was too far from London or any other large city. We were lucky it had a railroad and a telegraph post in the nearby town.

"Miss Henriette, you will tell me what those are this instant," insisted Miss Erma. "They were like the tentacles of an octopus. And the things they did to my body..."

"Wonderful things," Tabitha sighed. My redhead friend rolled over onto her back, her round tits pillowing into two freckled mounds. "Weren't they, Miss Erma? You loved them. You had such a release. Etta really cured the hysterics stirred by spanking our bums."

"Yes, she did," Miss Erma admitted. She patted her hair gathered in a severe bun. It was still severe, held in place by several hairpins, but more than a few locks had escaped as she thrashed. "I cannot deny that. But her...tentacles are...unusual."

I bit my lip. "I am sorry, Miss Erma," I said, a shudder running through my body. "I...I..." Tears fell down my cheeks. "I tried to keep them under c-control. B-but when y-you made m-m-me org-gasm, they c-came out."

Tears fell hot down my cheeks. My voice choked up. I covered my face with my hands, feeling all the eyes on me, my red butt, and my pussy. The class all had to be staring at my cunny, trying to see the tentacles.

"T-they're n-new. I...I..."

Yes, yes, tell them about me, sighed Merita. Just...leave out where my ship is.

I tried to keep speaking, but the tears came faster. Tabitha put a comforting hand on my shoulder as I squirmed on the desk. They would lock me up. Send me to one of those Sanitariums. There was one near my house. So dark and foreboding. You could hear the people inside screaming.

Then Miss Erma grasped me with gentle fingers and pulled me onto my feet. She turned me around and hugged me. She still wore her heeled boots, giving her a few more inches of height. My face pressed into her ample bosom. It was such a comforting gesture as her hands stroked my back.

"There, there. It's okay. I didn't mean to frighten you. I was just...shocked. I have never seen anything like that in my life. And what you did with them... I have never had my hysterics cured with such vigor. Don't cry."

"E-everyone m-must think I-I'm a f-freak. A-a d-disgusting..."

"You're not disgusting, right girls?"

"Right, Miss Erma," the girls chorused.

"This morning, she took my maidenhead in the bath," Peony spoke up. Her tentacles were ever so delightful and gave me such an effervescent release. It was quite satisfying. Even if it did disappoint Nurse Paige that my cherry was already plucked."

"They do look...fun," Kayleigh said, a curvy girl with strawberry-blonde curls.

"Yes," nodded a raven-haired, pale-faced girl with wide, blue eyes. I didn't know her name. She licked at her sticky fingers, her gray skirts clearly hiked over her knees.

"Where do they come from?" another girl asked, an eager smile on her face.

"Can anyone grow them?"

"Did you get them in Africa?"

"Or China? I bet they're from China. Or Japan."

I swallowed. "No, no. I've never been to any exotic place. They're—"

"Did a gypsy curse you?" another girl asked. "Or was it a fairy?"

"The gentle folk do have a sense of humor," nodded Kayleigh. "I bet one of them did that."

I froze, squirming. I thought Merita was a fairy when I first met her. That she had taken me inside her silver egg as part of her mischief. That sounds like a great story to tell, Merita said, her voice slightly more involved. Not so depressed. Tell them that.

"Yes." I swallowed. "Last night, I went for a walk in the fog."

Tabitha nodded her head in support.

"And while I was walking, a shooting star fell. It burned so bright and so hot, so I went to find it." That part was true. "And I found this silver egg. It was so beautiful. I went to the egg and touched it and it...it..."

"Hatched," supplied Tabitha, taking my hand as I rested my head against Miss Erma's round breast. Her nipple was hard, rubbing on my cheek. "It hatched and out came a fairy."

"And she was beautiful." I pictured Merita as she appeared. "Purple skin with absolutely no hair."

"Even on her head?" the raven-haired girl asked.

"Yes. She didn't even have eyebrows. And her breasts were round and her nipples were even darker purple. She was so beautiful. Enchanting, even."

I was?Merita asked.

You were. You were gorgeous. As frightened as I was, I still noticed that.

"And she hovered over me with these tentacles. And she touched me with them. She sensed my hysterics were building, and she caressed me, kissed me, and took my maidenhead. I writhed in such wonderful bliss. Ecstasy."

"Wow," Peony said.

All the girls nodded their head. Since attending school, the had all discovered the joys women could share with each other. They squirmed on the desk, several still rubbing their cunnies, eager to have their first orgasm or a second.

"That does sound amazing," Miss Erma said, still stroking my back. A tingle rushed down to my pussy.

Heat blossomed and the tentacles writhed inside.

"Her tentacles pumped in and out of me," I continued, loving the feel of Miss Erma's naked body against mine. Her nipple was right by my lips. I could lick her, nuzzle at her. "I gasped and writhed, and when I had my release, that wonderful moment of bubbling paroxysms, she merged with me."

"What?" Miss Erma asked. Merged? With a fairy? How remarkable.

"She's inside me now. We're one person. And the tentacles are her gift. Now I get to play with them. I get the joy of stroking a woman and plunging my appendages in and out of her cunny. To embrace the wonderful feel of silky flesh caressing me."

I shuddered. "It is such a wonderful feeling. I had such joy when my tentacles cured your hysterics, Miss Erma. I had my release, too."

"I heard, you wicked girl." The older woman shuddered. "So you are possessed by a fairy. And one with tentacles. I am not familiar with that kind."

"But there are so many," I told her. "And I bet there are even more lost to history, not recorded down and were lost as the Christians stamped out the local pagan beliefs."

"Quite right you are," she nodded. "Well, class, this is a remarkable turn of events."

She broke away from me, stepping back, her body flushed as her heeled boots clicked on the floor. She stared down at the tattered remains of her dress clinging about her hips, a frown appearing. She bent down, grasping a torn scrap of fabric belonging to her undergarments.

"I am sorry about the dress, Miss Erma." I swallowed. "I'm afraid by holding my tentacles in, by trying to fight my orgasm, it caused me to lose all control when it did finally happen."

"Well, in light of the satisfaction your tentacles gave me, I am more than gracious enough to forgive you." She smiled, licking her lips. "I think all of us can agree that we experienced such delight today."

"Definitely," Tabitha nodded, standing naked beside me.

The other girls in the classroom nodded, their eyes all staring at me. It made me feel so self-conscious. My dress was folded on the desk. I wanted to pull it on. A shiver ran through me. And a twinge of excitement increasing the heat. The tentacles writhed more, caressing the walls of my pussy.

The black-haired girl gasped. "Her groin just moved. Was that your tentacles, Henrietta?"

"Yes," I blushed. "Um..."

"Christine," she answered, blue eyes wide.

"Yes," I nodded. "Between everyone looking at me and embracing Miss Erma's naked body has made me more than a little hysterical. And they do get active when I feel those flutters."

"Wow," a few of the girl's said.

"Miss Erma," Christine said, her eyes eager, "may we have another demonstration of her tentacles? I think we would all be so grateful if we could see them. Observe them. They are a remarkable discovery."

"Hmm," Miss Erma said as she seated herself on her desk and crossed her legs. Her large breasts jiggled, her nipples so hard and inviting. "I think that is a good way to spend class. I rather doubt any of you girls are in the state of mind to learn Latin today. And I, for one, and far too aroused to want to teach it right now.

"You may go ahead with a demonstration, Miss Henrietta."

"Thank you," I smiled.

A demonstration, giggled Merita. More like an orgy. I think we are about to have a lot of fun.

I'm glad you're feeling better.

She sighed. Well, wallowing in self-pity isn't going to help with my situation. We just have to find those nanites before they cause too many problems. Besides, it is not terrible here. I have pleasant company. I rather like being bonded with you.

As do I, Merita. I would miss you greatly, but I also want your happiness.

Such a wonderful girl. I felt her emotions beating with love.

I smiled.

"Um, Henrietta, why are you just standing there daydreaming?" Christine asked.

"Are you okay?" Peony asked.

"She's just talking to the fairy," Tabitha said. She hugged me from behind. "When they talk, Henrietta gets all dreamy." But it is so sexy when she's dreamy, especially the way she wiggles her hips. I could stare at her backside all day. No wonder men love watching women walk.

My smile grew as I read Tabitha's thoughts. I sensed hers more than others, probably because I felt so close to her.

"So, this is how you get her pussy tentacles out," Tabitha said. "It's really not hard. You just have to tease her." Tabitha lips kissed at my neck. With my blonde hair in two pigtails, it was easy for her to do.

I moaned, the soft touch of her lips sending wonderful pleasure rippling down my body. I undulated my hips, grinding back into her. She let out a purr of delight, her fingers tracing slow circles around my stomach while I felt her hard nipples against my back and her fiery down of pubic hair tickling the cheeks of my bottom.

"Then we just slid one hand up and the other down," Tabitha purred.

I groaned as her fingers trailed across my body. One came up and brushed the bottom of my right breast while the other stroked down. My pussy clenched and my tentacles undulated inside of me, caressing my sensitive cunny walls. Her finger reached my golden down and stroked through it, curling fine hairs about her digit. She kissed me again, her touch still teasing me. Juices wept down my thighs as one finger went higher, the other lower.

I gasped as she brushed the edge of my areola, swirling across the pink patch for my nipple. Her other finger moved lower and lower, reaching between my thighs and stroking past my cunny's slit. I trembled in her embrace as her finger spiraled into my nipple, caressing it.

"Look at how she trembles and moans," Tabitha purred.

Everyone watched. Their eyes wide. The girls licked their lips and fidgeted. Some resumed masturbating, letting out their own sighs. It was...enthralling. The way they watched me with rosy cheeks and glossy eyes.

I excited them.

"Tabitha," I moaned as she stroked her finger up my slit, pushing between my plump vulva to caress my inner delight. She brushed my clitoris, the pleasure shooting to my sensitive tentacles. They reached for the entrance of my pussy.

"Mmm, I love it when you moan my name, Etta." She stroked my clitoris faster. "She really loves it when you do this. It really makes her go wild."

"I see," Christine said, licking her lips, her blue eyes focused on Tabitha's finger dancing around my clitoris. "I have discovered that spot to be quite...stimulating myself."

Tabitha laughed, rubbing harder. "I bet you have, saucy girl."

I moaned, arching my neck. Tabitha pinched my nipple, adding more trembling delight to my body. My tentacles pressed out the entrance of my pussy. Girls gasped, spotting the four purple appendages as they wiggled out, dripping with my juices.

"That is astounding," Christine said.

"They are coming out of her."

"Look at how long they are."

"And they're dripping with her cream. I bet they must taste remarkable."

"Yes, yes, yes," Peony moaned, her face contorting as she came on her fingers, her desk rocking.

Christine bit her lip. "May I...touch one, Henrietta?"

"I think I would like that very much," I purred and stepped forward, my tentacles reaching before me.

Christine reached out with a hesitant hand. She brushed my tentacle, which sent a wonderful shiver through me. I groaned as her finger stroked me, gathering my cunny juices glistening like dew on the purple appendage. She brought her finger to her lips, sucked on it.

"Mmm, you taste sweet," she said, a blush on her cheeks. "I can't believe this school. And now this. It's all...so much."

"I know," I said as I stood naked, the other girls leaning forward in their desks or craning their heads to see over their classmates. "It's all so intoxicating to do these naughty acts."

She nodded her head and touched my tentacle again. She stroked her fingers up and down it as I shivered. My pussy clenched about my tentacles, the other three wiggling and writhing as her soft touch stirred delicious tingles down the appendage.

"You shiver when I touch you." Christine licked her lips. "What's it feel like?"

"Like someone's touching my nipples or cunny," I answered. "Or my clitoris."

"They're that sensitive?" another girl asked, her eyes wide.

"Yes, they are. They're like...extensions of my pussy. It makes me feel amazing to touch and stroke others with them."

"And take their maidenheads?" Peony asked.

"That is definitely a treat," I nodded. "Like Christmas pudding."

Christmas? asked Merita.

Just a holiday. Where we—

My thoughts were scattered by Christine's tongue licking at the tip of my appendage. She circled it, gathering the juices beading on my purple tentacle, her blue eyes flashing up to mine. Color burned even brighter in her pale cheeks as she made my other three tentacles lash and writhe.

I moaned in delight. Her tongue was so delicious on my tentacle. And then she opened wide and sucked on it. I groaned, my back arching and my small breasts jiggling before me. The desks creaked as the girls squirm.

"It's like she's sucking on a prick," one girl said.

"Eww," another gasped. "That's disgusting."

"But this isn't."

The girl who squealed let out a breathy, "No. No, it is not."

The brunette sitting beside Christine suddenly seized a second tentacle, both her hands wrapped about it, stroking up and down the undulating length as she opened her mouth wide. I pressed my tentacle past her lips, savoring her warm, sucking mouth.

I shuddered as two girls sucked my tentacles. Christine's tongue danced while the brunette's cheeks hollowed. She sucked so hard, loving my tentacle while her hands pumped up and down my length for as far as she could reach, her fists gliding along thanks to my cunny juices.

"Wow, look at her face," Peony said. "She looks like she is in heaven."

"Uh-huh," I groaned, my hips shifting. The sucking sensations shivered down my body.

"What's it feel like?"

"Like someone is sucking on my tentacles," I gasped. "Better than having my nipples sucked on. Oh, yes, yes, please, keep sucking. Oh, you are making me feel all fluttery."

"She's going to orgasm," chuckled a girl in the back.

"Definitely," Tabitha purred as she pressed up behind me again.

This time, both her hands cupped my breasts as she nibbled on my shoulder. My small tits were the perfect size for her to cup. Her fingers swiped across my mounds and brushed my hard nipples. They throbbed, shooting bliss down to my pussy.

Juices dripped down my thighs. I squirmed, my two free tentacles writhing. I arched my neck as Christine and the brunette sucked hard on my tentacles. They worshiped them. My stomach fluttered as the pleasure built.

But I needed more. And I had two tentacles free.

Fuck their cunnies, Merita moaned in my mind. Oh, yes, let's make this into one wild orgy of delight. You know you want to.

I did. So badly.

I lowered my two tentacles. It was easy to control them both. I reached out beneath Christine's and the brunette's desk and brushed the bottoms of their skirts. The girls sitting behind them craned their necks forward, huge smiles on their lips.

"Her tentacles are going up their skirts," one said. "Oh, Henrietta, you are so naughty."

"Uh-huh," I moaned then shuddered as Tabitha pinched and rolled my nipples between her fingers.

"Fuck their cunnies," my redheaded lover whispered in my ear, her tongue flicking out and licking a lobe. "Do it."

Yes, do it, Henrietta, moaned Merita.

It'll be so hot, thought Christine. To lose my maidenhead to her fairy tentacles. This is amazing. So hot.

She's reaching beneath my skirt, came from the brunette. She sucked harder on my tentacle. She's going to violate my cunny. Oh, yes. That sounds wonderful.

Their thoughts poured into me, making me tremble with excitement. My tentacles disappeared beneath their skirts and petticoats. It was warm beneath their clothing. I brushed their stocking-clad calves, sliding up their legs to their knees and then to their bare thighs.

Oh, she's touching me, thought the brunette. Her eyes squeezed shut. She stroked her hands faster and faster on my tentacle she sucked, shooting pleasure down to my pussy.

I was so close to cumming.

I stroked up both girl's thighs. I wrapped my tentacle around Christine's leg since I stood closer to her. I savored the feel of her silky thigh as the tip of my tentacle reached both girls' cunnies. Their curly pubic hair massaged the ends of my tentacles. It was such a wicked delight.

I came.

"Yes, yes, yes," I gasped suddenly. "Oh, that's so amazing. Suck my tentacles. And then I'm going to fuck your cunnies so hard."

"She's had her release," Peony groaned. "Look at her."

The effervescent pleasure bubbled through me as both my tentacles pressed against their pussies. I slipped into the brunette without any effort, her hymen already pricked. Her hot, tight cunny engulfed my cock. She moaned and spasmed. The tight feel of her pussy caressing my tentacle sent another burst of paroxysms through me.

I trembled in Tabitha's arm as the brunette thought, She's fucking me with her tentacle. Oh, Lord, this is so wrong. So wonderfully wrong.

As she sucked harder on my tentacle and squirmed as my other fucked her cunny, my third tentacle pressed on the entrance of Christine's virgin pussy. I know I promised the Headmistress not to pluck any more cherries.

But I couldn't help it. Not when Christine moaned in my mind, Yes, yes, take my maidenhead. I need it in me.

As my orgasm peaked inside me, bathing my mind with pleasure, I rammed my tentacle forward. Christine's hymen gave a valiant fight. The black-haired girl moaned about my tentacle, her tongue fluttering hard against it as her membrane stretched and stretched.

And snapped.

I'm a woman now, Christine screamed in my thoughts as my tentacle penetrated into the hot depths of her virgin snatch. I shuddered in Tabitha's embrace, moaning again as I fucked both girls cunnies with my tentacles, pumping them in and out of their depths.

"Oh, yes, fuck them," Tabitha moaned. "This is so hot. Oh, yes. I love you."

"Love you," I answered as I shuddered, more orgasms bursting out of my pussy. The pleasure radiating down my tentacles were enchanting, leaving me shaking and shuddering as I savored the hot, tight embraces of their cunnies.

Ooh, Etta has such a nice ass, thought Tabitha. It was so hot when I licked her while Miss Erma spanked her. Mmm, so sour and yummy.

"Do it," I moaned. "Lick my ass, Tabitha. I would love for you do that again."

"Ooh, you're reading my mind again," she giggled. "I will. I have such a letch for your pretty bum."

Tabitha, and her wonderful breasts, slid down my back as my four tentacles writhed in heaven. They fucked in and out of Christine's and the brunette's tight, slick cunnies faster and faster. I savored the velvety press of their flesh on mine. Tabitha's tongue ran down my spine. I groaned, loving how wicked it felt as she traced lower and lower.

And then her hands reached my butt-cheeks. She squeezed both of them, bringing a gasp of pain from my lips, reminding me of Miss Erma's wonderful hand falling over and over on my backside. I squirmed, my eyes fluttering. Whimpers of delight burst from my mouth. I trembled. My eyes fluttered. Such wonderful, delicious pleasure.

Her ass is so beautiful, thought Tabitha as she pressed her mouth between the cheeks of my ass.

Your ass is beautiful, Henrietta, Merita giggled. I thoroughly enjoyed licking and fingering it in your dream.

That was nice, I agreed as Tabitha's tongue licked lower and lower through my crack, nearing my dirty sphincter.

"Oh, yes," I gasped as my friend rimmed her tongue around my puckered opening.

It felt so naughty to feel her tongue circle it. Trembles shook my body and then wiggled down my tentacles. They pumped harder and harder in and out of the two girls' cunnies, my body shaking. The shudders popped my appendage out of Christine's mouth.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she gasped, her body quaking as my free tentacle writhed in the air. "So good. She's wiggled her tentacle so deep in my pussy. This is amazing. So much better than rubbing at the outside."

"Yes," I agreed in agreement.

"It so is," Peony nodded, her skirt bunched around her waist, her stocking-clad legs spread wide. I could see her fingers pumping in and out of her cunny.

"You have a tentacle free," gasped a cinnamon-haired beauty whose name, I think, was Leonora.

She ripped her fingers from her pussy and darted froward, her dark-gray skirts swishing about her thighs, part of her hem stuck on her petticoats, showing the snowy garment beneath. She reached me and hiked up her skirts and petticoats, revealing a bright-red bush just like Tabitha's.

"Fuck me," Leanora moaned.

"Do it," Tabitha moaned between licks of my asshole.

I couldn't resist Leonora's proffered cunny. I shoved my free tentacle between her legs, stroking at the hot flesh of her sex. I groaned, savoring how juicy she felt, a line of cream trickling down my appendage. Such pleasure ran down all of my tentacles. I grinned and then shoved it into her pussy.

My eyes widened. My tentacles were buried in three different cunnies, and they all felt different. Warm, wet, and silky, yes, but they were tighter in different places. I panted, ramming my tentacle deep into Leanora's pussy as the girl stumbled forward, her sticky fingers grasping my shoulders.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes. She's fucking me with her tentacle. Cure my hysterics."

"Yes," groaned Christine, her head lolled back. "Oh, sweet Lord. I...I..."

"Enjoy your release," I panted, reaming all three of my tentacles faster and faster through the three girls' cunnies.

The brunette's hands clenched on my tentacle. I turned my head. Her face contorted with pleasure she convulsed. Her pussy spasmed about my tentacles, shooting sweet delight down my appendage to my pussy. My cunny clenched about my tentacles and my sphincter ached as Tabitha probed her tongue into my bowels, her fingers digging into my ass.

So many inputs. It was all so much.

The brunette convulsed again. She pulled my tentacle out of her mouth, gasping, "I'm cumming. Her tentacles are wonderful. They're the best. Henrietta...you're amazing!"

I beamed as I savored all the wicked delights shooting through my body. Tabitha's tongue probed into my asshole, sliding in and out of it like a many tentacle, sending the hot, burning bliss to my pussy. The brunette's cunny spasmed a final time, and then she slumped out of her desk to the floor, eyes fluttering as she gasped for breath.

"So good," she groaned.

"Free tentacles," squealed the girls.

It was a rush to get to me as I pulled my appendage out of the brunette's spasming pussy. Juices dripped from it as the girls surrounded us. Another blonde, her hair in ringlets, reached me first, seizing the tentacle fresh from the brunette's cunny. "Please, please, me next."

She shoved the tentacle down with one hand, the other frantically yanking up her gray skirt. I shuddered as a saucy-lipped girl with huge, green eyes reached the fourth tentacle, her skirt already hiked up, those eyes begging to be fucked.

"Yes," I groaned, my head spinning as I thrust my tentacles into the two new pussies. They engulfed my appendages in hot, tight, feminine delight.

Four pussies, Merita!

Yes, yes, it is such a delight.

Leonora's hands tightened on my shoulders as her face twisted with passion. She leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips as her hips writhed, her pussy clenching on my appendage. The saucy-lipped girl moaned, her mouth opened wide as she shuddered. Tabitha licked my asshole harder and harder, the pleasure bursting through me.

I came again.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned, breaking the kiss with Leonora, my voice echoing through the room. "It's soooo good. Four cunnies on my tentacles."

Enjoy, Merita groaned. Oh, yes, savor this.

My tentacles pulsed as I orgasmed. The swells rippled down the appendages and into the four girls' pussies. All four of them shuddering in shock. Their thoughts spilled into my mind, all four girls screaming their bliss as they writhed.

Cumming, Christine's thoughts gasped the loudest in my mind as her mouth sang out wordless bliss for the entire school to hear.

As my tentacle pulsed in her cunny, her flesh spasmed about my appendage. I swayed, my mind exploding with so many sensations. Stars danced around my head. The room swam. Tabitha's hands clenched on my ass, the pain the only thing keeping the pleasure from carrying me aloft.

It was wonderful. Wicked. I needed more. I wanted to keep cumming.

"Me next," someone moaned as I pulled my tentacle out of Christine's pussy.

A new cunny to fuck. I rammed my tentacle into the girl, not even knowing who it was. I didn't care whose pussy I reamed. I just had to pleasure these naughty girls. Leonora's cinnamon hair swept across my breasts. Her lips latched onto my nipple. She sucked on my nub.

One more sensation swirling through me.

Etta's ass taste so good, thought Tabitha.

Oh, I love sucking on her nipple while she fucks my cunny.

Her tentacle is so deep in me. I'm going to have my release.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Someone came on my tentacle, hot cunny massaging my appendage. I shuddered, swaying. Only Leonora and Tabitha kept me standing as another orgasm burst through me. My tentacles were so sensitive, and the girl's cumming pussy had set me off again.

The room reeked of hot pussy. A wonderful, passionate scent. Girls' hands touched me, stroked me. Someone else nibbled on my second nipple. A hand caressed my free tentacle, guiding it to another cunny. A girl moaned as I penetrated her.

I fucked them all. I came and came as the room swam over me. My tentacles moved from girl to girl, coated with an ever-increasing cocktail of juices. Puddles of girl-cum dribbled on the floor. My toes clenched in it.

Tabitha licked and tongued my ass the entire time.

I lost track of my orgasms. I was so dizzy. The moans of girls serenaded me. I caught glimpses of naked, girlish flesh pressed together. Kissing, licking, fingering. Those not being fucked found their own ways to entertain themselves.

Miss Erma was in the middle, holding Leonora and Peony to her breasts while the brunette tongued her pussy. She had a look of delicious joy on her face as I fucked and writhed and came so hard. It was an orgy of passion.

When it was over, I sank into a desk chair. The room spun around me. Girls panted all over the room, their faces red and flushed. They had such huge smiles on their lips. They all had been satiated. I gave them all pleasure.

Tabitha sat on my lap. "That was so hot," she groaned before she kissed me with sour lips.

My ass. I loved it how naughty it was to taste it on her lips. Today was such a wonderful day.

No, it is not. The containment. Remember, Henrietta.

I sighed, breaking the kiss with Tabitha. I forgot. But I don't know what we can do about it.

We have to get back to my ship. Perhaps the computer has ideas. But I fear the nanites have infected a local. And...

What does that mean. What will it do to them?

Merita hesitated. I don't know. It could mutate them. Change their bodies on a molecular level.

Mole...what?

Merita sighed again. Everything is made up of tiny particles divided into elements based on their composition. These elements bond together. Like Iron or Gold or Carbon or Oxygen. These are elements. And when they bond together, they form molecules. You breathe a combination of gases. The most prominent is made of a pair of Nitrogen atoms. The next most is made of two Oxygen atoms, which your body breaks down to fuel your metabolism, and in the process you exhale a gas made out of a Carbon atom and two Oxygen atoms as waste.

Really? I blinked. Wow.

Your body is made up of more molecules, mostly Carbon and Hydrogen, with Calcium, Potassium, Iron, and other elements. The nanites can modify these molecules. It is how they're replacing the Calcium in your spine and repairing the nerves severed in your body. But if they're not controlled...they can do other things.

Sounds scary. Okay, we'll sneak out after dinner. Only one more class to go. Philosophy taught by Miss Marilynn.

Okay, Merita agreed...connect...

The words whispered through the mind of Marilynn Gully as she walked with the three others. Their minds were connected through the metal tentacles. Two sprouted from Marilynn's pussy, connected to Daisy and Geneva, with Daisy also connected to Emaleine. They had to find more connections. The voice needed more.

The four didn't question it. Their thoughts ran from one to the other, mixing, sharing, thinking. They had to find the ship. They had to be complete again. But they had no idea where the ship was or how to make themselves whole.

So they would connect.

They strode the hallways of Kensington Boarding School. Marilynn knew she was a teacher here, Daisy a maid, and Geneva and Emaleine were students. There were more girls and women to connect to here. The third tentacle sprouted from her pussy undulated beneath her skirt, eager to connect.

...connect...

"Yes," the four said in unison. "Connect."

Loud footsteps thudded behind them, heeled boots ringing on the stone of the building. Someone walked with a brisk stride, skirts swirling. The four turned in unison, excitement throbbing through their pussies. Connection was such a bliss. It was wonderful to unite with another woman, to slide their metal tentacles into her cunny and feel the electric, orgasmic joy burst in their depths.

Headmistress Edna Neville strode down the hallway in a dark-red dress, her back straight, her beautiful, mature face hardening as she sighted the four. Marilynn's tentacle writhed in unison with her three companions. The headmistress marched forward, her hair pulled back into a tight, black bun. It would have intimidated any of the connected four before their union.

But now they were more. They were changed.

"Marilynn Gully, where have you been all day?" demanded the headmistress as she stopped before the foursome. "You came with impressive recommendations. They all described you as punctual and dependable, not a woman that misses almost her entire first day of teaching." The headmistress's eyes flicked down, drinking in the grass-stained, rumpled nature of Marilynn's green dress. "What have you been up to?"

"Searching for women," Marilynn answered, the other three fighting not to speak with her.

"Searching...for women?" Edna Neville took a step closer, standing right before Marilynn with only a foot or so separating them. "Just because this school is liberal in the sexual pleasure we allow the staff and students to engage in isn't an excuse for you to abandon your duties. You are here to teach."

As the headmistress spoke, Marilynn's third tentacle slithered out beneath her dress, slid across the floor, slipped beneath the headmistress's skirt, and reached up for her pussy. Marilynn trembled, ecstatic joy bursting across her face.

"Are you even taking this seriously?" demanded the headmistress. "This isn't a—" She gave a shriek as the tentacle rammed into her pussy.

"Connecting," moaned the four in unison as pleasure rippled through them.

"Oh, my... What is that? You... I..." Headmistress Edna shook her head and took a step back as the tentacle fucked in and out of her pussy, giving her such pleasure. "What are you...doing...? Oh, Lord, that's good."

"We're connecting with you," the foursome said in unison.

"Why are...you talking...so...so weird. And together. What is going...on?"

At that moment, classes ended. Girls poured out of their classroom into the hallway. They giggled as they streamed past, whispering as the headmistress clearly writhed in orgasmic pleasure. Three girls in the crowd gasped and moaned as metal tentacles slithered up their skirts and thrust into their pussies. Tawny-haired Zelda writhed as her cherry popped and then moaned in delight as Daisy's tentacle reamed deep into her snatch. She clutched onto Jeane who also shuddered while Darcy, the third girl, let out a huge moan of bliss.

The other students walked by, giggling louder, unaware that three of their fellow classmates and the headmistress were being assimilated. The tentacles pumped faster and faster, driving all eight to their orgasms and the moment of blissful connection.

They screamed out their joy, their words echoing over the students as four became eight, the nanites surging into new hosts and going to work. They moved faster than before. With each new woman they connected to, they knew how to modify her body with more efficacy. The intervals shortened between new tentacles sprouting, using the reserves of metal from the casing of the devoured core.

In a handful of minutes, the eight went in search of more to connect to, tentacles writhing beneath their skirts.

...connect...

Boarding School Encounter 08: Miss Marilynn's Tentacles Molests the School by mypenname3000

Science-Fiction, Alien, Anal, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female/Female, Oral Sex, School, Toys

Introduction:

Nurse Paige uses Henrietta to demonstrate the latest breakthrough in medical technology—the vibrator!

Boarding School Encounter

Chapter Eight: Miss Marilynn's Tentacles Molests the School

By mypenname3000

"I think we can all agree that was a most stimulating lesson," Miss Erma, our Latin teacher, said to the class.

I nodded my head, my body still trembling after the orgy of flesh we had. My four tentacles had known every girl in the class, pumping in and out of their tight pussies and giving them such effervescent flutters of pleasure. But now we were all decently dressed again in our school uniforms—dark-gray skirts, white blouses, camisole and petticoats beneath, stockings, and our heeled shoes. My blonde pigtails fell about my shoulders as I brushed my skirt, smoothing it.

"It was most stimulating," agreed Peony, a black-haired girl who appeared to be a quiet soul until I had popped her cherry in the bath this morning. Then she stimulated herself to several orgasms watching me pleasure her classmates. "I hope we will have many more."

"Not as disruptive as this, I'm afraid," Miss Erma said, her voice stern even though color spotted her cheeks. "As...educational as Miss Henrietta's tentacles were, I am here to instruct you in Latin. But, I am sure, in your free time Miss Henrietta will be more than thrilled to help each and every one of you with your hysterics."

"I will, Miss Erma," I beamed. I am so glad you merged with me, Merita.

As am I, the alien possessing my body whispered in my mind. It was because of her that four purple tentacles could sprout from my pussy. Tentacles that were as sensitive as my clitoris or nipples, giving me such fluttering joy as I reamed them in and out of a girl's tight cunny or asshole. Or I would merely apply my tentacles to their body, stroking their breasts and thighs.

But we can't play tonight, remember, Merita whispered in my thoughts.

I nodded my head. One more class, and then we can go look for those missing nanites.

Merita was quite worried about the escaped nanites. I wasn't quite sure what they were except they were tiny, like little automatons, and they were the reason I was alive. I had broken my neck when I first encountered her crashed spaceship last night, carelessly loosing my balance and falling down a slope. Her nanites were repairing my injury even now. It was why Merita had to possessed me. Something about my immune system rejecting the little things.

I didn't understand how it worked. Her science was far beyond 1890s England.

But she was worried what these nanites would do without her ship's computer, some sort of mechanical brain, giving them orders. They could change humans, doing far more than just repair an injury like they had for me.

We'll find them and set everything to right, promised Henrietta.

Tabitha, my new friend, took my hand. A huge smile played on her flushed, freckled cheeks, her red hair bouncing about her shoulders. "Etta, that was so hot. I had so many orgasms watching you enjoy all the girls. I wish I had tentacles."

"Oh, that would be amazing," I smiled. "I wish I could give them to you."

"Me, too," she said. "Well, shall we go to our last class?"

"Right, that's..." I struggled to remember our schedule, my eighteen-year-old body exhausted by all the sex. I wanted to sleep, but there was so much to do still today.

"Philosophy with Miss Marilynn Gully," Tabitha supplied. "I know, sounds soooo boring. But we'll have fun afterward."

I shook my head. "We have to find those missing nanites first."

"We're skipping dinner?" Tabitha's face fell.

"Afraid so. But we have to keep them out of mischief."

"Fine." Then a wicked smile crossed Tabitha's lips. "Could you make a tentacle wiggle out of your cunny for me?"

"Why?" I asked.

Her grin only grew. A wicked tingle ran through me. Effervescent flutters rippled out of my pussy. The tentacles writhed inside of me. They came out when I was excited, but I was gaining more and more control over them as the day passed.

"Let me try," I told her, concentrating on only one. My forehead furrowed. "Why am I doing this?"

Tabitha leaned in and whispered, "I want to walk to class with your tentacle in my cunny. And then, if we sit in the back and close together, I bet we can make Philosophy a lot more entertaining."

"Oh, you are naughty," I sighed while my tentacles all rushed to the entrance of my pussy. I grit my teeth and stopped them, trying to focus on only one and wiggle it out of the crowd.

"What's your next class?" Peony asked, crowding about me with a few other girls, including Christine, Tansy, and Leonora who numbered among the first I pleasured with my tentacles during our wild orgy.

"It's, uh..." Sweat beaded on my forehead. All my tentacles wanted to burst out and play. "Philosophy."

"Oh, no, I have math with Miss Maurine," Peony sighed.

"Ooh, I have philosophy next," Christine said, her raven-black hair tumbling in messy waves about her pale face. "Wonderful."

"Me, too," Leonora said. Her hair was a cinnamon color, red but not as fiery as Tabitha's. "We can walk with you."

"Wonderful," Tabitha said. "How's your special task coming along, Etta?"

"Hard," I said, voice strained.

"Is something wrong?" Leonora asked as Peony and Tansy, the brunette, walked out of the classroom holding hands, heading to Miss Maurine's lesson—I had her this morning.

"No, nothing," I answered, and then a smile crossed my lips as only one of my tentacles wiggled out and thrust down my thighs. "Ooh, yes, I think I have it, Tabitha."

"Excellent."

"What?" Leonora asked, and Christine nodded her head.

"Riddle I told her," Tabitha said as I sent my tentacle down my leg and out the side of my skirt. I shivered at the caress of skirt and petticoats as I plunged it beneath Tabitha's dress and brushed her stocking-clad calf. She smiled. "It's a good one. And she's getting so good at solving them." I climbed the tentacle higher up her legs, brushing her bare thighs, reaching for cunny. Her voice grew higher pitch, matching the rise of my naughty appendage. "And I am so happy for her and... Yes, so happy."

She shuddered as my tentacle plunged into her dripping cunny. Her hot pussy engulfed me. I sucked in a breath, my tentacle savoring her silky flesh. I wiggled it in as deep as possible, my tentacle at the extent of its range. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my appendage as she shifted her hips, her cheeks burning bright.

"Well, I think we're ready to go to class, Etta," Tabitha declared.

"I do think you're right," I said, my voice breathy. Pleasure rippled down my tentacle.

This is so naughty, giggled Merita in my mind as Tabitha and I swept out of the classroom holding hands, flanked by Leonora and Christine.Peony found it nice to hold Tansy's hand as they left Miss Erma's classroom behind. Today had changed the shy girl. She had been terrified of being sent off to boarding school in the middle of the English moor away from her family and her only friend, Clarissa the chambermaid. Peony did not like meeting new people. The entire train ride had left her shaking and petrified.

And then she had the shock of Nurse Paige's exam upon arrival. Pleasure Peony had never imagined shot through her eighteen-year-old body as she was examined by the naughty nurse. She gasped and trembled as her hysterics were cured with effervescent paroxysms exploding in the depths of her cunny.

It left her dazed, confused, and even more frightened.

And then she met Henrietta. The blonde had been so kind and comforting in the bath today, soothing her as an orgy of sapphic pleasure burst around them, the other girls living on their floor engaged in sapphic lusts. With soft kisses and gentle touches, Henrietta had lulled Peony into relaxing.

And then plucked her cherry with an amazing tentacle.

After the orgy in Miss Erma's class, Peony felt comfortable at the school. It was like she knew all the girls in the class. She had seen them all naked and writhing on Henrietta's amazing, purple tentacles. She gripped Tansy's hand tight, feeling a sisterly affection for the brunette. They had both shared something momentous today, uniting them.

Peony was only disheartened because she shared only two classes with Henrietta while Tabitha, the lucky redhead, appeared to share them all.

"I wish I was on your floor," Tansy sighed. "You get to bathe with Henrietta. And who is the lucky girl rooming with her?"

"Tabitha," Peony answered, so envious of the redhead.

"Explains their closeness," giggled Tansy. "They're like lovers. It would be scandalous anywhere but here. This is a magical place." Tansy's hand tightened on Peony's.

Her youthful cheeks blushed and her heart beat faster. Tansy was a beautiful girl, her blue eyes sparkling. "Yes, it is."

The pair entered Miss Maurine's math class and took seats in the front. They had to let go of each other's hands as the teacher—black ringlets framing her face, brown eyes soft and friendly—arched an eyebrow. Other girls filed in, and Peony wondered how long before the entire school knew about Henrietta's tentacles.

She is about to become a very popular girl, Peony thought as a wicked flush rippled up her body from her tingling cunny. Flutters grew in her stomach, and she squirmed in her seat.

She needed her hysterics cured.

"Well, it is wonderful to meet you all," Miss Maurine said, clapping her hands together. "And I hope you are all ready to dive into the complex world of mathematics. I expect you all remember how to do your sums and multiplication, because we will be applying those basic principals to open the world around us to your understanding. Math is the language with which God fashioned the world, and in the supposed chaos of nature marches unseen order. With the right equation, any event can be described, including the fluttering tingles that young women often develop in their nethers which make them squirm to a fro. Is there a problem, Miss...?"

"Peony," the shy girl blushed, realizing the teacher addressed her. "No, no problem."

"Just in need of your hysterics cured?" The teacher's brown eyes twinkled. "Well, we can't have you..."

Her words trailed off as a new group entered the classroom, led by a young woman in a stained dress. The others fanned out from her, including the stern headmistress of the school, a maid, Prefect Geneva, and several students. The group of eight all moved in unison, stopping and surveying the class. Flashes of metal caught Peony's eyes, drawing her gaze down to the floor where strange, cylindrical cords made of segmented silver rested on the stone and disappeared between the women's skirts. It was like they were all tethered together.

"Headmistress?" blinked Miss Maurine. "What an unexpected surprise. And Miss Marilynn... Don't you have a class to teach?"

Peony realized the woman with the disheveled dress was Miss Marilynn, the new teacher Peony had heard several of the students gossip about at lunch who had missed teaching all her morning classes. Did she get hurt? Is that why she wasn't teaching?

"We are here to connect with you," the eight said in unison, their voices purring and sultry. Heat smoldered in their eyes.

"Connect?" frowned Miss Maurine. "I don't... Oh, my!"

From beneath the skirts of all eight women protruded a new segmented cord of metal. They rose from the women, wiggling and writhing before them, ending at round heads. The way they moved sent a wave of lust through Peony.

"You have tentacles, too," gasped Peony as she hopped to her feet. "That is amazing."

"Yes," Tansy gasped. "Are you here to cure our hysterics with those tentacles, Headmistress?"

"We are here to connect with you," the eight women said, their tentacles reaching. Peony, the closest student, gasped as the one from Miss Marilynn's skirt wrapped about her waist and pulled her close.

"Oh, you can connect with me," Peony moaned. "My cunny is so in need of it."

"Yes," Christine moaned, moving up beside Peony. She was seized by the maid's tentacle. "We love to connect."

"What is going on?" another girl asked as she was seized by prefect Geneva's tentacle.

"Just enjoy," Peony shuddered as the tentacle about her waist relaxed and slithered down her body. Feeling bold, Peony threw her arms around Miss Marilynn's neck, staring into the teacher's green eyes. Fiery hair fell about Peony's hands and the teacher's ample bosom pressed into the student's smaller mounds, separated by blouses and camisoles.

Her nipples tingling with excitement, Peony kissed the teacher hard on the lips. In the background, other girls gasped in shock. Miss Maurine let out a squeal of bliss as the Headmistress rammed her tentacles into the teacher's juicy cunt. The other girls seized shuddered and writhed, gasping in bliss while the girls not chosen, backed away, pressing into the far wall.

"Don't be afraid everyone," Tansy moaned beside Peony. "Embrace it. Enjoy their tentacles."

Peony moaned her agreement as Miss Marilynn's arms hugged her back, squeezing the young girl's ass through her skirt, pulling her tight against the teacher. The metal tentacle pressed beneath Peony's skirt and petticoats, brushing up her stocking calves to bare thighs. The cold metal sent a rush through Peony as it slid higher and higher, making her squirm, her pussy getting juicier.

Her cunny clenched as the tentacle approached. And then she gasped into the teacher's lips as the cold metal kissed bare cunny. It slid back and forth, nudging Peony's clitoris. Electric sparks shot through the girl. Her body spasmed.

"Yes," Peony gasped, breaking the kiss to snap her head back as the tentacle rammed into tender pussy. "Oh, you are so wonderful, Miss Marilynn. Oh, yes. I love it. How ever did you get these?"

"Must connect," Miss Marilynn moaned. "Must find the voice."

"Uh-huh," Peony gasped, her hips undulating back and forth as the tentacle reamed in and out of her tight cunny. "Oh, yes, you are connecting with me. Mmm, let my pussy warm up that cold tentacle. Oh, yes. Do you love it?"

"You are so warm," moaned Miss Marilynn. "So hot. So perfect for connecting."

"I am." Peony shuddered, her pussy clenching on the segmented metal. Her eyes rolled back in her head, adding her moans to the other six students and one teacher being fucked. "Oh, yes, yes, it is so amazing. I love it. Fuck me faster, Miss Marilynn."

The redheaded teacher kissed Peony again, her hands squeezing. Peony moved her hands down to squeeze the teacher's breasts through her blouse. Beside her, Tansy had freed one of the maid's round tits, and had her mouth locked onto the nipple, sucking hard as the tentacle reamed in and out of her cunt.

"What is going on?" asked one of the watching girls.

"I don't know, but it is exciting. Look at them all writhe."

"Ooh, why couldn't I get grabbed?" moaned another girl.

"Yes," gushed a third.

Being watched only excited Peony. Another orgy with tentacles. How wonderful. Her cunny clenched on the segmented tentacle. The metal was ribbed, stroking her flesh in exciting ways that sent flutters through her and made it hard for her fingers to unlace the teacher's bodice and free her large breasts.

But Peony persevered. She opened the front of the gown, broke the kiss, and marveled at the large, soft breasts of the teacher. She groped the heavy tits with both hands, her fingers sinking into pillowy breasts. They were such large tits.

"Oh, Miss Marilynn, these are wonderful."

"Yes, yes, yes," moaned the teacher, her face contorting, the tentacle probing faster and faster in and out of Peony's cunny. "Connection forming."

Peony leaned down and sucked on a fat nipple. She loved the feel of the teacher's nub between her lips. Her hands squeezed on the mounds as she swayed. The pleasure swelled in her pussy, churned by the amazing tentacle. Pleasure rippled through her, driving her closer and closer to her exploding orgasm.

The girl trembled and squirmed, the tentacle fucking her faster and faster. She loved how it felt plunging in and out of her, so different from the smooth texture of Henrietta's tentacles. As she sucked on the teacher's breast, she had no idea whose she liked more.

Both were wonderful.

Miss Marilynn's hands dug into Peony's ass, clenching hard, pulling her in tight and holding her close. She shuddered, her hips writhing, grinding herself against the teacher, her clitoris rubbing against her petticoat as she humped the teacher's leg, her cunny tingling. She sucked so hard.

"Yes, yes, yes," Tansy gasped. "You're connecting with me."

"Yes, connecting," the maid groaned.

Beside Peony, Tansy's eyes rolled back, and then she slumped forward in the maid's arm, trembling from the power of her orgasm. She came so hard. Peony envied the effervescent paroxysms spasming her friend's body. Peony clenched her pussy down harder on the thrusting tentacle, sucking on the teacher's nipple with a hungry fervor.

Peony wanted her orgasm.

"Yes," Miss Marilynn moaned. "Connection forming. So close."

Peony humped harder, her clitoris throbbing. She wished there wasn't layers of skirts and petticoats between their flesh. She would love to feel her clitoris sliding directly against the teacher's flesh. Peony moaned, her cunny clenching on the plunging tentacle, her pleasure growing, swelling, ready to explode through her.

Her head snapped back, nipple popping free of her lips. "Miss Marilynn!" she screamed as her orgasm exploded through her.

Peony's cunny spasmed about the thrusting tentacle. Her hot flesh massaged the plunging girth of the tentacle. Her body swayed. She clutched to her teacher, her head thrown back, her moans echoing through the classroom, joining the others.

"So good, Miss Marilynn," she gasped. "Do you like my cunny massaging your tentacle?"

"Yes," hissed the teacher. "Connection forming...forming... Yes!"

The tentacle thrust deep into Peony's cunny. The teacher gasped and shuddered. And then the trembling girl felt something flood into her pussy. Her eyes widened as a heat washed through her. Electrical sparks spasmed through her body, tingling her nethers and sending another orgasm crashing through her and—

...connection formed...

A mechanical, feminine voice whispered in Peony's mind as she slumped forward into Miss Marilynn's arms. She felt her mind sinking down through the tentacle and uniting with the teacher and through her to the maid, the headmistress, and Geneva. And then she reached the others. She felt Tansy's thoughts along with everyone else.

She was connected to them. United. She groaned, electricity sparking through her pussy as the nanites went to work. With every assimilation, they worked faster and faster, understanding human anatomy and what they had to do to modify the women and create the new connectors. Miss Marilynn and Daisy were at the limits of their connectors, four. But that still left fourteen able to connect to another woman, and there were thirteen girls panting and watching, masturbating their wet ports.

...connect...

As Peony rose back to consciousness, she felt her own tentacle sprout out of her pussy, pushing past Miss Marilynn's. The metallic appendage flexed beneath her skirt, desperate to connect with another woman, to increase the processing power and to locate the voice. It had to be found.

...connect...

"Connect," Peony spoke with the others, a smile on her face, her body eager to experience the pleasure of her new tentacle. She stared hungrily at the girls masturbating at the other end of the classroom, skirts hiked up about their waists, plunging fingers into their pussies, churning them with frantic need to cum.

Peony shuddered with the others and moved, Tansy at her side. Peony's tentacle reached for Adrianne, her roommate. The black-haired, green-eyed girl gasped at the metallic tentacle reaching towards her pussy.

"Yes," Adrianne moaned, ripping her fingers out of her snatch. She held her skirt and petticoats up, giving Peony access.

"Connect," Peony sighed as she rubbed her tentacle against the pussy lips. Up and down the line, she felt the others do the same, connecting with the beautiful women. Her tentacle rammed into Adrianne's pussy, the flesh wrapped tight, shooting pleasure down the appendage and into Peony's body. "Yes, yes, connecting!"

Girls moaned in delight as soon the sixteen became twenty-nine.I took my seat beside Tabitha. I had to maneuver my tentacle to not get crushed. It fell down my seat to the floor, ran across between our desks, and then up between Tabitha's thighs to bury into her pussy. She squirmed, her cunny clenching on it, a huge smile on her face.

It had been so exciting walking to class. Every time Tabitha took a step, her pussy would clench and relax on my tentacle, shooting naughty pleasure through me that made me tremble and gasp, my hand squeezing hers each time.

"What a stimulating walk," Tabitha giggled at me.

I grinned back, my toes curling in my shoes. I loved the feel of her pussy's hot flesh about my tentacle. The sensitive end wiggled in her depths, the pleasure flooding down my appendage to my own pussy, which clenched about the base of my tentacle protruding out. It was doubly massaged.

"Class will be quite the experience," I smiled.

"Etta, you are a treasure. I am so glad you've relaxed."

"Well, after having your hysterics cured a few times by a naughty redhead, my fears of it being a sin hardly matter. This feels so good that I just can't..."

My words trailed off as Nurse Paige swept into the room, the babble from the other girls dying with ours. Chairs creaked as we all sat up straight, including Tabitha. Which made her pussy clenched on my tentacle and sent a wave of heat rippling through me. The nurse had a big smile, her cheeks dimpled and rosy, her blonde hair pulled back in a bun today. She crossed the room to a strange machine, a metal box on wheels, gears on the top connected by belts, leading to a strange object thrusting long and hard from it.

A dildo?

I glanced at Tabitha and she gave me a wicked grin.

"Well, since Miss Marilynn is still missing," Nurse Paige said, her voice betraying a hint of heat and exasperation, "I shall instruct you today. Of course, I know nothing of philosophy, so I shall demonstrate the latest in medical technology to cure hysterics. This is known as the vibrator."

A general "Oooh," went through the classroom, including from my own lips as I stared at the contraption.

She flicked a switch and the device let out a loud bang and then shook, humming. The dildo on the end blurred as it waved back and forth so fast. My pussy clenched about my tentacles, Tabitha's cunny doing the same as she let out a low moan.

"This machine will cure the hysterics in any girl or woman," continued Nurse Paige, a large smile on her lips. "I can personally attest to its efficacy. I run it on a battery which the scullery maids are kind enough to charge with a hand-cranked generator located in my office. So I hope you will thank any maid for their tireless effort to provide you with this technology."

She flipped the machine off, and the noise greatly reduced. I licked my lips, trembling, trying to imagine what that must feel like inside me.

"So, I think we shall start with Miss Henrietta, who has been a most naughty girl, or so I heard."

I blushed. "I have," I said and then my eyes widened. My pussy tentacles would push the vibrator out of my cunny. "But, perhaps, you should choose another."

"No, no, don't be frightened," Nurse Paige said. "I see the flush in your cheeks. You are in need. Let me cure you."

I swallowed, and then an idea popped into my head. "Can it be used rectally?"

"did you enjoy the headmistress buggering you?" Nurse Paige grinned. "Why, dear child, this can be used thusly."

Tabitha gasped as I yanked my tentacle out of her cunny. She gave me a disappointed look as I pulled it back inside of me. I was getting more and more control over them. I would have to be careful, or else I would start molesting the nurse.

And maybe that would be fun. She would soon learn about my tentacles anyways.

I stood up and walked to the front of the class, my hands already going to the front of my dress, working on my buttons. Nurse Paige fixed me with a bright, motherly smile as my fingers moved down my blouse, exposing my thin camisole beneath, my nipples pressing hard against it. I wiggled out of my dress, exposing my petticoats beneath.

She pinched my hard nipple when my camisole came off, her fingers rolling the pink nub. "You have change a lot since I examined you yesterday," Nurse Paige smiled. "Learning about the cure for hysterics has changed your life, given you confidence."

"My life has definitely changed," I beamed.

Yes, it has, Merita giggled wickedly in my mind. You are eager to molest the nurse with your tentacles. Ooh, you have memories of your encounter with her before we met. Your first orgasm. They are so wicked.

Flashes of yesterday's medical examination with the nurse danced through my thoughts, summoned by Merita. I shuddered as I wiggled out of my petticoats and let them join my dress on the floor, my cunny growing itchy and wet, the tentacles writhing in my depths. I experienced my first ever sexual encounter with the nurse yesterday.

It was special.

And today, I would give her a treat back. I walked to the desk, wearing only my stockings and shoes, and bent over it. I gasped, the desk's surface cold, my nipples aching. I embraced the sensation, rubbing my small tits into the polished desk as I wiggled my hips.

"She's eager," Leanora giggled while her thoughts whispered, Lucky her. I could read them, another side-effect of Merita and me merging together. "You're going to get a big surprise, Nurse Paige."

"Oh, Miss Leonora?" the nurse asked as she moved the contraption to me. The wheels squeaked as she maneuvered it. "And why is that?"

Tabitha and Christine giggled loudly, and I heard another few snickers from other girls who shared my last class and knew just what lurked in my hot cunny. Nurse Paige frowned at the class then gave me a suspicious look.

"You wouldn't be trying to prank me, would you, Miss Henrietta?"

"Of course not, Nurse Paige," I gasped, trying to fake indignation. "But you will enjoy it, I think."

"Oh, I think I understand," she smiled. "Yes, I think I shall."

Did she know? A shudder ran through me. Had word spread that swiftly? It must be on the lips of every girl from Miss Erma's class, gossiping through the school, letting everyone know just how wicked I was and how much fun my tentacles were. Nurse Paige was out in the hallway. She might have heard.

The machine wheeled towards me, and I gasped as the dildo pressed against my pussy. "Nurse Paige?" I asked as she pushed the polished, wooden shaft into my cunny, sliding into my depths and brushing my coiled tentacles buried in me. "That's not the right place."

"Child, I need to lube it," she grinned. "And you appear to produce copious amounts of the natural lubrication of femininity." Her finger swiped through my blonde curls and around the shaft in me. I heard her suck on her finger and smack her lips. "Yes, yes, you produce a wonderful bounty with that naughty cunny."

"Yes, she does," Tabitha chortled.

I shivered and shifted my hips, my cunny clenching about the phallus buried in me. It wonderful, but it stirred my tentacles up. Clothing rustled behind me. Nurse Paige dress fell away, revealing a corset lifting her breasts, ribbed with whalebone. She wiggled out of her petticoats and I caught a glimpse of smooth flesh upon her mons venus instead of a golden bush like I expected.

"No, I think the device has marinated in your juices long enough. Are we all ready to see the machine in action, girls?"

"Yes, Nurse Paige," we all echoed, my tentacles wiggling, pressing at the dildo. The machine creaked as the wheels rolled back a bit, sliding the shaft through my pussy walls. I groaned at the delicious sensations.

Nurse Paige seized the machine and pulled it out of my cunt. She made an adjustment and then it pressed forward, the shaft pressing between my butt-cheeks and nudging at my sphincter. I groaned in pure delight as the dildo, slicked with my juices, slipped inside my bowels. I gripped them, shuddering as it probed deeper and deeper. I savored the wicked sensation of the dildo burying into my depths.

"Now here we go."

The switch was flipped. The machine chugged to life and—

Rapture. Wonderful, pure, undistilled rapture exploded through my bowels.

The dildo vibrated. It hummed in my bowels, caressing the sensitive walls of my flesh. My head tossed back, and I screamed out such joy. My pussy clenched. My tentacles exploded out of my cunny, reaching for the nurse. Girls gasped in shock or delight as my cunny spasmed about my writhing tentacles which stretched open my sex.

I felt so full. Both my of holes stuffed. My asshole churned. I shuddered on the desk, my nipples aching, my body trembling. Pleasure roared through me. I hurtled towards my first effervescent orgasm already.

"It's amazing," I gasped out, my tentacles writhing behind me, reaching for Nurse Paige, wanting to seize her naked thighs, to wrap about her body and fuck her.

Only I couldn't find her.

"Nurse Paige, it's wonderful," I gasped, stars bursting across my vision as the rapture churned through my body. Where was she?

"I know it is," Nurse Paige said.

She stood before me. She had walked around the desk. She climbed onto it, first kneeling, then swinging her legs out around me to sit down, her pussy right before my face. She had no pubic hair. She was bare, her cunny looking so obscene and wicked without a muff of fur adorning it.

Just like Merita's pussy.

Oh, yes, that's more like it, Merita moaned. I didn't know you could get rid of your pussy hair.

"You're shaved," I gasped, trembling as the vibrator hummed in my asshole.

"Yes, it is much easier to groom it," she moaned. "Sometimes I wear a merkin, but alas, not today."

She slid closer, pressing her pussy into my lips. I didn't hesitate to lick at her thick, dark pussy lips, swollen with her passion, my tongue drinking in the spicy juices. My tongue flicked and fluttered through her folds, exploring her. Loving her. Oh, it was so wonderful.

"Ooh, she is giving me such a wonderful treat," moaned the nurse. "Just like you naughty girls promised. Oh, yes. That's wonderful, child. Oh, Miss Henrietta, I see you have been practicing."

"With me," Tabitha moaned.

"Yes, yes, I bet. You are a scrumptious thing, Miss Tabitha."

I moaned and shuddered, my bowels clenching on the vibrator as my orgasm shuddered through me. My tentacles writhed as fresh juices squirted out of my cunny and coated them. I heard the girls gasping as I licked and tongued the nurse's pussy, the older woman oblivious to the classes' racket as she humped against my lips.

My writhing tentacles seized the machine. They wrapped about the cold metal and pulled the dildo deeper into me. I gasped, the vibrator humming against new sections of my bowels. Then I pushed it away, fucking the shaft in and out of me. It was amazing the way the vibrations slid up and down my bowels, keeping the pleasure alive in my body as I tongued the teacher.

"Nurse Paige, she has tentacles," a girl moaned.

How is that possible? screamed through another girl's mind.

"Aren't they beautiful?" Christine gasped. Henrietta is so lucky to have them.

"Look at her fuck the vibrator in and out of her asshole. That's my girl, Eta." I love her so much.

Tabitha's praise and thoughts of love sent me shuddering, new effervescent paroxysms bursting inside of me. I moaned into Nurse Paige's pussy, flicking up to her hard clitoris, her juices coating my lips. I sucked on it as she groaned, shuddered.

Then she seized my blonde pigtails.

The teacher pulled my face tight into her juicy cunny, grinding hard against me as my tentacles fucked the vibrating dildo faster and faster in and out of my bowels. I groaned, loving all the sensations, especially how the teacher yanked on my pigtails, almost forcing me to devour her pussy.

Not that I needed to be forced. She tasted delicious. The humming in my bowels compelled my tongue to flick and flutter across her pussy, giving her all the pleasure I could muster. It was wonderful to tease her, to flick my tongue through her folds and listen to her gasps and moan and shudder.

I loved pleasing women.

"Oh, sweet Henrietta, yes," groaned the nurse, her eyes rolling back into her head as her breasts strained at her corset. They jiggled above my head. I watched them I as swirled my tongue around her clitoris, giving her such delight.

"Do you like that, Nurse Paige?" I purred between flicks. "Am I curing your hysterics?"

"So well, child. Oh, yes. You are just wonderful. Mmm, yes. Work that tongue in and out of me. Drive me wild." She's so good, the nurse thought.

I sucked and nibbled on her clitoris, trembling, my tentacles ramming the dildo faster and faster in and out of me. They clutched hard about the machine, gripping it. The housing shook, too, exciting my tentacles, sending shivering pleasure rushing through my body. I was on the cusp of effervescent bliss.

"Oh, that's so hot," moaned Tabitha. "Etta, you are so naughty. So lucky. Christine, let's finger each other."

Yes, shouted in Christine's thoughts.

"What about me?" Leonora gasped moaned.

"You can join in, too," my lover answered. Then we'll all come together and have as much fun as Etta.

"Yes, yes, have fun," I moaned.

I wanted to look at Tabitha and my friends as I heard skirts rustle, but my mouth was occupied. I heard them groan in pleasure, their thoughts bursting with the joy. I pictured the three, fingering each other, cunny's dripping with excitement, eager for their release. I felt all the eyes watching me, staring at my pussy tentacles.

You're going to cum so hard, Henrietta, Merita gasped. Oh, I had no idea your race had invented vibrators. Wait until they become portable. Oh, yes, they will drive you wild.

Wow, portable! Your technology is wonderful!

Merita gasped in my soul as my orgasm exploded through me. I moaned about Nurse Paige's clitoris, humming like the machine churning my bowels. My asshole spasmed about it. My tentacles pulled it in deep, letting the humming bliss spread through my entire nethers.

Stars danced before my eyes. The intense rush of pleasure washed through my body. Merita shuddered inside of me. Her sweet gasps made me moan louder and louder. I was driven wild with wondrous bliss.

It was perfect.

My ass bucked into the thrusts while Nurse Paige groaned, "Yes, yes, child. See how marvelous the machine is at curing hysterics. Oh, yes, you're loving it."

"So much," I groaned, smearing my lips into her pussy, savoring how hot she felt. "It is wondrous. Amazing. I love it. Yes, yes, yes! I'm cumming again!"

Oh, that's so wonderful, gasped Merita. I love it when you go multi-orgasmic.

Me, too!

The spasming paroxysms flooded through my body. I gasped and moaned louder than the machine as I nuzzled at the nurse's pussy. I savored her spicy musk on my lips, my tongue, tickling my nose with their wonderful bouquet.

I loved cunny. I adored it. I never wanted to give up being a lesbian.

"Nurse Paige," I moaned, my climax roaring to its peak inside of me. "You need your release, too."

I flicked her clitoris as she groaned, "I do, Child. I do so much!"

Her hips bucked. Her flesh smeared across my lips. She gasped and groaned, her breasts almost heaving out of her corset. And then she let out her deep, throaty moan. Her spicy juices flooded my mouth. I gulped them down with greedy hunger. My tentacles clenched about the vibrator's housing, holding it in place as it kept humming in my bowels.

So good, Nurse Paige thought as she kept cumming, invading my mind with her passion. Oh, you wicked child.

I am wicked, I giggled to Merita.

Uh-huh.

I came again. I screamed out my bliss, back arching. The vibrator churned so much. My bowels absorbed the pleasure while my body heaved. My stomach contorted. The pleasure intensified, my flesh growing so sensitive.

The vibrating began to hurt. I groaned, savoring it, loving that wonderful ache of cumming so hard. But it was too much. The fluttering, humming, vibrating dildo stirred me to a froth that I could no longer take.

My tentacles heaved the machine away. The wheels squeaked. I groaned as the dildo popped out of my bowels.

"Oh, no," the nurse gasped as her machine rolled back a few feet. "How did that...?" Her words trailed off. Her grip tightened on my pigtails. "Miss Henrietta, w-what are those?"

"My pussy tentacles," I said, feeling sheepish and nervous. I lifted them up over my rear, sending them out to caress the nurse's face.

"H-how? W-why? W-what?"

"A fairy, Nurse Paige," gasped Tabitha behind me, her voice thick with pleasure. She repeated the lie I told Miss Erma's class. "She met a fairy named Merita who merged with her and gave her those wonderful tentacles. Oh, you'll love them in you."

"So good," Christine moaned.

"They are," I purred, stroking her cheek with one. I moved another down to her breasts, sliding in between her cleavage. I groaned. It was so warm between her tits. Her pillowy breasts pressed against my tentacle, making me feel so safe. I wrapped a tentacle about her right breast. It popped out of her corset, nipple dark-red and turgid.

I flicked it with my tongue.

"Oh, my," the teacher groaned, staring at my purple appendage. "My, those are quite...dexterous."

"Uh-huh," I grinned, lifting my head and squeezing her plump tit, the silky texture of her skin sending small flutters down my tentacle. "I do so love them."

As I leaned down to suck on her nipple, the door to our classroom burst open and women and girls spilled in. They were mostly students in gray skirts, but there was the headmistress, a maid, and two teachers in the midst. Peony was at the lead, Tansy at her side, with Prefect Geneva, Darcy, Zelda, Emaleine, Adrianne, and more girls I didn't know flowing in around them.

"Connect," the women all said in unison, and then metallic tentacles shot out of their skirts, snatching girls out of their seats.

"Etta!" Tabitha gasped in shock as Tansy's tentacle seized my redhead friend's exposed leg, grabbing tight and dragging my friend off her seat and across the floor. "Oh, Lord, yes!" she gasped, and I heard the tentacle's tip slam into Tabitha's wet pussy.

Peony smiled at me, the tentacle from beneath her skirt shooting right at me. "Connect," she purred.

Christine and Leonora were both grabbed by Darcy and Miss Maurine while Adrianne's tentacle went for Nurse Paige. Peony's metallic tentacle shot at me and fear clutched at my heart. There was something about the way the women and girls all spoke in unison that reminded me of the voice in Merita's ship.

The nanites! Merita shouted in my mind. Don't let that tentacle seize you!

Boarding School Encounter 09: Henrietta Molested by the Nanites by mypenname3000

Science-Fiction, Alien, Anal, Female/Female, Group Sex, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Threesome

Introduction:

Henrietta and Merita have to act fast as the school is overwhelmed by the spreading nanite-infected students and teachers.

Boarding School Encounter

Chapter Nine: Henrietta Molested by the Nanites

By mypenname3000

My heart beat in fear as Peony, one of my new friends, had a metallic tentacle jutting from beneath her gray skirt of her school uniform. It was similar to the purple tentacles undulating from my pussy, except it was made of segmented metal, the end bulbous and smooth. It lunged for me while Merita, the alien possessing me, screamed a warning in my mouth.

"Connect," all the women who had invaded the classroom said in unison, their feminine voices curiously flat, reminding me of the voice in Merita's crashed spaceship, her computer.

Nanites, I gasped to Merita. What are they doing in Peony?

I didn't understand what was going on. I barely understood what nanites were. They were inside of me, repairing my broken neck. It was why Merita had to possess my body, to keep me from rejecting the nanites or something. They were supposed to be smaller than a speck of pepper and yet were little automatons. It didn't make much sense to me.

I was still recovering from my wonderful orgasms at the end of Nurse Paige's wonderful, mechanical vibrator. The huge machine had made a dildo hum in my asshole, driving me wild with pleasure as I devoured Nurse Paige's delicious snatch. The rest of the class watched on in delight, masturbating, curing their hysterics, embracing the wonderful things we were taught at the Kensington Boarding School—sapphic pleasure.

And then a group of women flooded into our classroom.. They all had metal tentacles jutting from beneath their skirts. More of those shiny appendages appeared to connect each woman together. They moved in unison, spoke in unison, and sent their tentacles seizing my classmates in unison. Tabitha, my lover and new friend, was wrapped up by Tansy, Tabitha's red hair flying about her head as she shuddered, being fucked by the tentacle. Nurse Paige, her blonde hair dancing about her face, groaned as Adrianne's tentacle reamed her cunny. Christine, another of my new friends, was seized by Darcy, an older girl.

And Peony came for me. The small, petite, shy girl. The delicious doll whose cherry I popped in the bath this morning now had a tentacle. We parted not long ago, maybe a quarter of an hour. She went to her next class with Tansy, while Christine, Tabitha, Leonora, and I came to this one.

Leonora gasped, her crimson hair sweeping behind her, as she was seized by Miss Maurine's, the arithmetic teacher's, tentacle. It rammed beneath Leonora's skirt, and my friend let out a moan of pure delight as she was fucked.

"Yes, yes, yes," Tabitha gasped, her freckled face twisting in delight.

My small, naked breasts heaved. My pigtails trailed before me as I backpedaled, Peony's tentacle writhing and undulating through the air towards me. I acted with instinct, knocking her tentacle away with my own, deflecting it into a desk.

Peony cocked her head. "Don't you want to connect with me, Henrietta?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Etta," gasped Tabitha, her fingers clenching on her desk, her ass humping back into Tansy's thrusting tentacle. The brunette moved behind my friend, lifting her skirt up to stroke Tabitha's rear directly. "Connect with her."

Don't, Merita shouted in my mind. My alien lover trembled in my thoughts. The women are all connected serially. The nanites are infecting them and turning them into processing units. This is what I was afraid of.

I didn't understand what any of that meant. Merita's civilization was so far beyond 1890s England's technology But I heard the urgency in her voice as every girl in the classroom was seized by the tentacles, connecting, being fucked, gasping and moaning.

I wrapped my purple tentacles around Peony's. I shuddered, the metal warm as it slid through my appendage's grip. My tentacles were sexual organs, as sensitive as my nipples. Pleasure coursed through my body, flooding down the appendages and into my pussy.

I moaned.

"Just connect with me, Henrietta," Peony said in her sweet voice, her fingers squeezing at her small breasts through her white blouse.

"Connect," the other women linked together said in unison.

"Oh, Lord almighty, yes," Nurse Paige moaned, lying on her back on her desk, her breasts, popped out of her corset by my tentacles, jiggling. They were large, delicious.

Focus, hissed Merita.

I blinked, nodding my head. I strained against Peony's tentacle. It slid through the grip of my tentacles, trying to get to my pussy. Peony let out a soft sigh, pinching nipples through blouse and her camisole, twisting her nubs. My own nipples ached.

...connect... a feminine, mechanical voice whispered in my thoughts. It wasn't from Merita, and it wasn't from Peony. I could read minds, especially those I was close to. I caught bits of Tabitha's mind screaming her passion as the tentacle fucking her cunt brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. But this voice was strange. And it came from Peony.

It's the nanites, Merita supplied.

...connect...

...must connect...

...need more processing power...

...must find the voice...

They're searching for the ship's computer, Merita gasped. We need to get to my ship. You have to escape.

"How?" I blurted out loud. I wrenched the tentacle from me, tossing it to the side while shuddering, pleasure racing up to my pussy.

Peony stumbled and caught herself on the desk. I darted away from her, racing towards the wall opposite the room's entrance. The only door into the room was crowded with the linked women. This was as far away as I could get. I pressed up against the large window that overlooked onto the ground, twilight falling, the window cold on my naked skin. It was the last class of the day, and in an hour or so, darkness would fall. Already, fog gathered on the distant moor.

Peony's tentacle darted at me again. I seized it with two of mine and twisted it up. The metal appendage slid across my stomach and reached my small breasts. It contracted about my mound, pulling it tight, the bulbous end nudging my nipple, sending more delicious pleasure through me.

"Connection is so wonderful," Peony murmured.

"Wonderful," the other women said in unison, their voices excited.

Gasps and moans echoed through the room. All the other girls were writhing on their desks, tentacles reaming beneath their skirt. Tabitha had her blouse opened, squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric of her camisole, her nipples fat and hard. They all moaned and shuddered, the room smelling of hot cunny.

My pussy clenched about my four tentacles thrusting from the depths of my sex. My clitoris ached. The stroke of the metallic tentacle on my nipple sent pleasure through me. Peony stepped up to me. Her hands reached out, stroking my sides, moving in, her lips so wet.

"Connect with me," Peony moaned.

I had to find a way out. My back squeaked against the window pane as Peony leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue pressed into my mouth as the tentacle struggled in my appendages' grip. It wanted to enter my pussy. She teased me, stroking my sides with her deft fingers, her lips so wet. I wanted to feel her tentacle fucking me. It was so wonderful. So delicious.

She tasted so sweet. Smelled so amazing. Juices trickled down my thighs and tentacles. One of her hands slid across my hip, tracing down to my pubic mound. She touched my golden curls, stroking through them, and then found my clitoris.

…connect...

I jumped. Despite the wonderful pleasure Peony's delicate finger stirred on my clitoris, rubbing it in slow circles, I couldn't surrender. The alien voice whispering through her mind, controlling her, wanted to enslave me, too. To hook me into the serial processing.

Slaving your mind to the nanites so they can understand more. We have to get to my ship.

I planted my hands and two of my tentacles on Peony and heaved her back. It caught her by surprise. She stumbled back, tripping on her skirt. She fell on her backside with a low grunt as I turned around, staring at the window. I found the pewter latch holding it shut. I flicked it with one tentacle while the others pushed the windows outward. It grated. The cold, evening air rushed into the warm room, shooting across my body. The scent of grass and clammy rain swirled around me.

I gasped in shock.

Go! Merita shuddered in my mind, frightened.

I planted my foot on the casement and hauled myself up. It was a short drop to the grass below. Luckily, Miss Marilynn's classroom was on the first floor. I took a deep breath and went to leap.

But before I could, Peony's metallic tentacle pressed between the cheeks of my butt and pressed into my sphincter. My eyes widened as the slick metal pressed my asshole open, burning pleasure shooting to my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head as the metallic tentacle rammed deep into my bowels.

...connect...

"Connect," Peony moaned in unison with the voice.

"Peony," I gasped, pleasure rippling through my body. The tentacle reamed me, the small gaps between the segments providing stimulating ridges as it pumped in and out of me, teasing my sphincter and bowels. My tentacles writhed and twitched as the heat roared through me.

Jump!

"Yes," I shouted back at Merita, tensed my legs, and—

Peony seized me by the waist and yanked me out of the window. I gasped, my bare feet hit the floor, my torso still hanging out the window. My pigtails dangled past my head as I groaned, hips moving, the tentacle sliding in and out of my bowels. It felt so good.

No, no, you have to fight, Henrietta. Don't surrender.

My eyes fluttered. My hips undulated. The tentacle reaming me felt wonderful. Stupendous. I groaned, arching my back, my bowels clenching down on it. Peony's hand reached underneath me, stroking to my clitoris, rubbing the little nub.

I gasped as the pleasure flooded me. It was so good. So delicious. The hot pleasure surged through me. I let out a panting moan. The tentacle drove in and out of me faster and faster, the ridges teasing me, building my pleasure.

"We're connecting," Peony moaned.

...connection forming...

"Yes, yes, yes," I panted, her finger driving me wild. I looked over my shoulder at her, Peony's face twisting in rapture as she, too, enjoyed sodomizing me with her tentacle as much as I enjoyed being buggered. My own tentacles surged out, ripping at her dress. Cloth tore, her small breasts bared to me, nipples hard, pink buttons. Her black hair fell about rosy cheeks.

She moaned as my purple tentacles assaulted her nipples, rubbing over them, savoring the feel of her silky skin and hard nub. The sensations ran down my tentacles into my pussy's depths, joining the burning bliss of her tentacle reaming me. Pleasure crashed across her face. She moaned, shuddering in delight.

We both were. I rocked back into her tentacle's thrusts, ignoring the window's casement digging into my stomach. My small breasts jiggled beneath me. I sent my other two tentacles to play with them, wrapping about my small breasts, massaging my nubs.

"Oh, Lord, Merita. So good."

They're trying to connect to you. You can't let them, Henrietta. Please, fight.

"Can't! So good!"

"Yes," gasped Peony. "Connecting is wonderful."

Her finger danced on my clitoris. Her tentacle pumped so fast. I could feel her orgasm building in her, hear it dancing in her thoughts We were both driving to our release. I bit my lip as my cunny clenched tight about my tentacles. All the wonderful sensations mixed, churned inside of me. I was lost to the bliss. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't fight the wonderful bliss of her tentacle fucking my asshole.

We're lost, wailed Merita.

I came.

"Yes!" I moaned, my bowels clenching down hard on the reaming tentacle. "Yes, yes, yes, Peony. Oh, your finger... You're so wonderful. Oh, wow. You're driving me wild. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, wow. Oh, Lord, yes!"

Motes of light swam before my vision as I trembled while leaning out the window, pigtails swaying like pendulums. I screamed out across the school's grounds. The hot, juicy pleasure shuddered through me. Waves lapped at the shores of my mind with wonderful bliss. I trembled.

...connecting...

"Yes," Peony moaned, her finger pressing hard on my clitoris.

...connection forming...

Peony moaned as she came. Something squirted from her tentacle into my bowels, invading me. I gasped, my body bucking. The pleasure burned so hot through me as the feminine, monotone voice whispered directly to my mind.

The nanites were in me.Merita shuddered in her host's mind, writhing with Henrietta as the girl orgasmed. Then she felt the nanites squirt into Henrietta's ass, flooding in from Peony's tentacle. The computerized voice invaded Merita's thoughts.

"...connection forming..."

Panic seized the alien. The nanites spread through Henrietta's body, programed to change her, transform her mind into a processing unit and her body into a physical connector. Merita couldn't let that happen. She had to do something.

"End routine," she shouted at the nanites' voices. "Authorization Merita. Password: LatthosaHove91*."

The nanites invading Henrietta's body hesitated, processing her command. Would it work? They weren't connected to the rest of the network of women. Yet.

"Routine ended. Connection process halted."

It worked. The nanites recognized her command password. A plan formed.Peony let out a shriek and the tentacle ripped out of my asshole. "Connection failed," she shouted as she stumbled back, her tentacle writhing and waving before her. "Connection failed."

"Reestablish connection," the other women said. And it just wasn't them. But my lover Tabitha, her eyes staring at me, Nurse Paige, Christine, Leonora, all the girls of my classroom spoke, too. They were united now like I almost had been.

Jump! Now! We have to get to the ship!

Trembling, my body buzzing from my orgasms, I obeyed. I scrambled up onto the casement and leaped out. I flew through the cold air and swallowed. I was so high up, floating at the apex of my leap. The window was maybe five feet from the ground. But then I went and jumped hard and...

Pain flared in my ankle as I hit the cool grass. I rolled forward, my tentacles retracting inside me as the pain and cold shocked the buzzing pleasure out of me. I tumbled onto my back, groaning, my ankle throbbing.

Get up and run, Henrietta.

I twisted my ankle, I panted back.

I'm sending the nanites to heal you.

Warmth flooded in my ankle. I groaned, forcing myself to stand. It hurt, and I limped forward. Behind me, Peony jumped out of the window, her ruined blouse and camisole hanging about her shoulders, her naked breasts jiggling. A silver tentacle connected her to Adrianne and the teacher with the dirty, green dress who both followed Peony. Girls clustered at the window.

Good, that will slow them down, Merita said. They can't all come through. They're a branching serial connection. I'd say up to four women connected to a single port.

You mean a person?

Yes.

I limped faster. It was slow going. I hobbled across the lawn as the girls slowly trickled out the window, moving in a specific order as they fanned out across the ground. The heat swelled in my foot, driving back the pain, letting me move faster.

Stone groaned and grated. Glass shattered. I threw a look over my shoulder. The other windows in the classroom were broken, shards of glass glistening on the grass below. Metallic tentacles wrapped about the sections of stone wall between the windows. Girls pressed into the windows, adding more tentacles.

"What are they doing?" Henrietta gasped out loud as her heart hammered in fear. She didn't feel the cold air on her naked body as she forced herself to limp faster, moving to almost a jog.

I think they're—

A great, horrendous groan filled the night. Masonry cracked, crumbled. The tentacles pulled the wall inward. The stone wall of the school crumbled, chunks falling down, dust billowing. I blinked in shock as the rest of the girls and teachers flooded out the shattered opening, my friend Tabitha's red hair near the front.

They ran at me.

I gave a frightened squeak and discovered I could ignore the pain in my ankle as I ran across the grass...must reconnect...

"Reconnect," Tabitha said with the other girls and teachers united through the tentacles. She could feel all their minds, knew all their experiences. She had sampled the lesbian passions of the teachers, their years of enjoying the young eighteen-, nineteen-, and twenty-year-old girls who passed through their school, showing them sapphic delights under the guise of curing their hysterics.

She longed to have that same experience with Etta, to share all. She loved her blonde friend. Tabitha was so glad the blonde had pricked her cherry with those wonderful tentacles, and she wanted to return the favor. Squirming in her pussy a new tentacle grew, sprouting, eager to connect like the other fifty units wired together.

And Etta had rejected them.

That confused everyone. She shouldn't have rejected connection. Peony had achieved her orgasm and injected the nanites. Etta should be united with them. Tabitha raced across the grass, moving in unison with the other units, staring at Etta as she darted ahead of them, her blonde pigtails flapping.

Her gorgeous rump shaking.

"Connect with her," Tabitha said, her nipples and clitoris aching.

...reconnect...

"Reconnect," all fifty-one of them shouted.I let out a shriek as all the girls chasing me spoke in unison. Every time I glanced behind me, they were still racing after me, connected by their tentacles, the ones at the front, including Tabitha and Peony, had their metallic tentacles undulating before them, eager to grab me and fuck me.

The pain in my ankle faded as I ran. But soon my side hurt. I sucked in breaths. My throat ached and my chest heaved. My legs burned. I wasn't a runner. I had never raced so far in my life, and my stamina flagged.

Keep going, Merita urged.

Getting tired. Need to rest.

They'll catch you.

"Reconnect," the women and girls said in unison, their voices booming behind me.

I know.

I forced myself to keep running, but the split in my side hurt worse and worse. My leg muscles burned so hard. They were rubbery. I couldn't keep this up. And we were only halfway to the crashed ship.

Not going to make it, Merita.

You will.

And then something happened inside of me. The pain in my legs faded. My lungs no longer burned. I could breathe and run and keep moving, all my exhaustion banished from me. I stretched out my legs, running faster and faster, drawing away from the mob chasing me.

What did you do?

Used the nanites to banish the lactic acid build up in your muscles and stimulated your adrenal gland to send a rush of stimulant through your body.

I blinked. What?

I gave you more energy. Keep running.

I did. I flew across the grass, pumping my arms, reaching towards the crater where her ship crashed. I could see the hole it made in the grassy field, but not the ship. She made it invisible, hiding it from other humans.

"Reconnect!"

They were close behind me, their nanites keeping them running as fast as I was. But I was at the ship. I reached the crater and scrambled down the side, small stones cascading down before me and then hitting the side of the invisible craft and bouncing.

Images flashed through my mind, showing me where to touch to deactivate the cloak and open the ship. I reached the ship. My hands moved, brushing the smooth surface, sliding along until I found the control panel. I did it by touch, pressing a button combination.

The egg shape ship rippled into sight just like I remembered it. I pressed another button and it opened, revealing the seat where Merita had first made love to me and merged into my body. I hopped in, more instruction visions flashing through my mind.

Understand? Merita asked.

No, but I'll do it.

I settled into the seat, reaching and—

"Reconnect"

Tentacles seized me. I turned. Tabitha was at the edge of the ship. Her tentacle, leading from her pussy, rammed into my cunny. I gasped, my hot flesh clenching down on it, the end of my friend's tentacle brushing mine as they squirmed in my depths.

"We're connecting, Etta," Tabitha said, her green eyes smiling. Then she kissed me hard on the lips as the tentacle pumped in and out of my cunny.

Pleasure rippled through me. I moaned, my eyes fluttering...reconnect...

Yes, reconnecting. Tabitha shuddered as she kissed her friend and lover. She stroked Etta's smooth cheeks as they kissed, tongues playing with each other.

It was so wonderful to fuck her tentacle in and out of Etta's pussy. Hot, tight, wet flesh wrapped about Tabitha's appendage. She was thrilled to experience the same pleasure that Etta had enjoyed with her alien tentacles. Now Tabitha could fuck her lover and cure her hysterics.

Fluttering, effervescent bliss writhed in her pussy. Her cunny clamped about the two tentacles stretching out her hole, one connecting her to Tansy the other to Etta. Tabitha kissed her friend harder then broke the kiss, letting out moans of pleasure.

"No, no, no, stop, Tabitha," moaned Etta, her face constricting, her cunny clenching so hard about Etta's tentacle. "I have to...fix you."

"Can't stop," Tabitha moaned. "Love you. Must connect with you."

"Connect," Peony moaned. Her tentacle pressed beneath Etta's body and rammed into her asshole.

Tabitha felt both sensations, experiencing Peony's pleasure along with her own. Tabitha sucked hard on Etta's right nipple, loving the little bud and how it felt between her lips while experiencing Etta's tight bowels and hot pussy wrapped about the tentacles. Tabitha trembled, moaning in delight, sucking harder as the pleasure rippled through her body.

The two tentacles reamed as one, working in and out of Etta's body, fucking her so hard, driving her wild. Her friend spasmed, her hands clenching Tabitha's shoulders. For a moment, they tried to push Tabitha away.

And then Etta shuddered, surrendering.

"No, Tabitha," she moaned weekly. "No... Oh, that's good... Your tentacle..."

"Reconnect," the other women said in unison. Tabitha moaned it about her lover's nipple.

"Yes, yes, yes," gasped Etta as she squirmed on the seat.

Tentacles writhed in the depths of Etta's pussy. They pushed out around Tabitha's appendage. The redhead shuddered in delight, tentacles caressing tentacles wrapped up in the depths of Etta's pussy. The pleasure rippled through her body, driving Tabitha wild. She moaned about the nipple in her mouth, her body trembling.

Tansy bent down behind Tabitha, lifting the redhead's skirt and petticoats. Tabitha shuddered in delight as Tansy's hands squeezed her ass, pulling butt-cheeks apart. A hot, licking tongue ran between her crack, flicking at Tabitha's sphincter.

"Reconnect."

The tongue wormed into Tabitha's asshole, fucking in and out, giving her more and more stimulation. The redhead moaned, her lips popping off of Etta's nipple, her butt-cheeks clenching as the pleasure rippled through her. She loved having her sphincter licked.

"Yes, yes, yes, Tansy," Tabitha moaned. "Make me cum. I need to reconnect with Etta."

"Yes," gasped Peony. "Oh, Henrietta, connect with us this time."

"I will," Etta moaned, her face flushed, her blue eyes twinkling.

Her hands cupped Tabitha's face, so gentle and sweet. Etta pulled Tabitha's lips close. The lovers kissed. A shudder ran through Tabitha's body. She moaned into Etta's sweet lips as her pussy clenched so hard, her sphincter aching beneath Tansy's assault. All the sweet sensations, her tentacle reaming Etta's pussy, Peony's appendage reaming Etta's asshole, the tongue licking at Tabitha's own sphincter. All of it combined.

And exploded.

She moaned into Etta's mouth. Every woman connected together, all fifty-one of them, came at the same moment, experiencing the bliss Tabitha experienced. Tabitha shuddered, her pleasure rippling out of her as her tentacle shot deep into Etta's cunt.

The nanites flowed into Etta. Every pulse sent a ripple of electric delight through Tabitha's body as she connected with her friend.I moaned into my lover's kiss. The nanites flooded into my asshole and pussy. And I felt Tabitha. I felt our thoughts merge, touch. I experienced her. I felt how much she loved me, and I shared with her how much I loved her.

At the same moment, as I connected to Tabitha and then to the fifty other women, Merita fled my body. I felt my alien lover wiggle out of me. I felt my four pussy tentacles fade away. Suddenly, Merita's purple body was on top of me, our breasts pressed together, our clitorides touching, grinding in shared bliss.

Merita, I thought, but she didn't answer in my mind.

...connection formed...

And then Merita broke the kiss as I felt Tabitha's feelings, her love. Though Merita spoke her alien tongue, I understood it. "Computer, connect with the core."

Electric current shot from the chair into me. Another orgasm burst in my cunny. My flesh convulsed about Tabitha's tentacle merging us together. I moaned and gasped along with all other fifty-one women.

"Yes, yes, yes," all fifty-two of us screamed together.

I clutched at Tabitha's hand, holding her tight as my lover, the other women, and I writhed in ecstasy. The electric pleasure shot through me. Bliss rippled out of my cunny and inundated my mind. Words spoke through me so fast, so swift. I didn't understand them. I didn't care. I bucked and heaved into Merita's body, her tentacles stroking me, her purple face staring down at mine.

"Yes, yes, that's it, Henrietta," Merita said and kissed me again.

I savored the kiss, sharing the sensation with all the other women. Ecstasy boiled my mind. There were no thoughts, just the joy of cumming. The effervescent paroxysms bursting over and over in my cunny, bathing my body in rapture. I kissed Merita so hard, savoring the feel of her as I gripped Tabitha's hand and—

I disconnected.Henrietta's eyes rolled back in her head. She shuddered beneath Merita and then slumped, her orgasm dissipating. Merita lifted herself up from her human lover's body. Around the ship, the other women all collapsed, their tentacles coming out of each other's pussies, no longer united together into one processing unit.

Merita had set them free.

Her tentacle caressed Henrietta's face. The human didn't need the alien in her any longer. The nanites from the core had figured out how to exist in humans without guidance. Even now, the nanites squirted into Henrietta went to work, changing her body, repairing her spine fully. Instead of a week or more, she was healed in an instant.

Merita nuzzled her nose against Henrietta's. The alien found it wonderful to have her body again, her four tentacles writhing, her clitoris throbbing against Henrietta's. Merita undulated her hips, savoring the hot press of flesh, and tribbed Henrietta. The purple alien's ass flexed as she ground on the human, Merita loving the hot feel of tribbing with sweet Henrietta.

"I love you so much, Henrietta," Merita purred between kisses.

"Merita," Henrietta moaned, her blue eyes fluttering open. She smiled. "You're not any me any longer."

"You don't need me."

"I do," Henrietta purred, undulating writhing, pressing her pussy up into Merita's. "I really do. Can't you feel how wet I am? How excited?"

"Oh, yes, I can," Merita giggled and kissed her again, their tongues dueling.

And then Merita felt something metallic brush her pussy. A tentacle wiggled against it, caressing her folds. Merita moaned, her eyes widening as the metallic, segmented tentacle wormed into her pussy, pressing deep.

Merita broke the kiss, and Henrietta giggled, the tentacle fucking deeper. "You grew a tentacle before I disconnected you."

"I guess those naughty nanites gave it to me," Henrietta said, "when the voice spoke through me."

"My ship's computer," Merita moaned, her cunny clenching down on the tentacle. "Oh, this is wonderful, Henrietta. You get to fuck me with your tentacle."

"Uh-huh," she smiled. "And your cunny feel so hot and nice. I love it."

Merita's nipples ached, rubbing the human's. She leaned down, kissing her lover hard, hot, grinding her clitoris on Henrietta's. Merita's tentacles caressed her lover's body, stroking silky skin as they writhed together in shared passion.

"Merita," Tabitha squealed.

Another tentacle touched Merita. The alien broke the kiss, smiling at the redheaded Tabitha. She had a tentacle thrusting out from beneath her skirt, the end pressing between Merita's round buttocks and rubbing against her sphincter.

"It's so wonderful to meet you, Merita," Tabitha said, squeezing in beside them.

"Isn't it?" Henrietta smiled.

"Yes," Merita moaned as Tabitha's tentacle reamed into her asshole. The alien shuddered, her bowels clenching down on Tabitha's appendage, her pussy on Henrietta's.

The fiery redhead seized Merita and kissed her hard on the mouth. Merita sighed into the kiss, the two tentacles plunging over and over into her body. The alien trembled, her tentacles writhing. Two lashed out, ripping open Tabitha's bodice.

"Oh, yes, play with my titties," Tabitha moaned, breaking their kiss. Merita wrapped her tentacles about both round mounds, squeezing hard, loving how they felt. "Etta, your alien is molesting me."

"And you love it," Henrietta moaned, humping up into Merita's clitoris.

The blonde human leaned out, sucking on Tabitha's fat nipple. Merita smiled, her body trembling in pleasure. The two tentacles reaming her drove her wild. She humped and writhed, her orgasm building in her depths.

Oh, yes, I love fucking her cunny, thought Henrietta, her desires pouring into the alien.

Yes, yes, yes, play with my titties. Oh, her ass is so tight. So velvety. I love having a tentacle.

"It's the best," grinned Merita at Tabitha, the redhead's green eyes glossy.

"Going to cum," Henrietta moaned. "Your clitoris feels amazing. Oh, yes, Merita."

The three of them writhed, sharing their pleasure, humping in the ship. Around them, the other girls gasped and moaned, fucking each other with their tentacles, enjoying the changes to their bodies. Some of them had multiple tentacles. As the fog rolled in, their sapphic orgy echoed through the night.

Merita shuddered, her orgasm rippling through her as she was held and fucked by her two human lovers. Her moans gasped out of her mouth as the pleasure rippled out of her body. Her pussy and asshole convulsed on the tentacles. She kissed back and forth between Tabitha and Henrietta, their tongues flailing.Miss Marilynn Gully, philosophy teacher, licked at Daisy Brown's pussy stretched wide by the maid's three tentacles. Two were wrapped about the auburn-haired teacher's large breasts, the third reaming her asshole. Miss Marilynn moaned in delight, sucking on Daisy's clitoris, savoring the maid like she meant to last night when they wandered into the dark and found the core.

"Oh, Miss Marilynn, yes," Daisy moaned, the eighteen year old's head tossing back and forth as her orgasm exploded, juices gushing out and bathing Marilynn's face with spicy passion.Peony, Christine, Leonora, and Tansy all gasped and moaned. They lay on the ground in a circle like a chain made of beautiful daisies. Peony had her lips nuzzling at Christine's pussy while her tentacle fucked the girl's bowels. At the same time, Leonora's tentacle reamed Peony's asshole and tongue licked at her clitoris. The four girls moaned and gasped, pleasuring each other.

Peony loved it. She was so glad she had a tentacle. She didn't know what had happened, but she savored the hot, tight feel of Christine's bowels wrapped about her tentacle and the wonderful sensation of Leonora's appendage reaming deep inside her.

They came together, Peony drinking tangy delight.It was tight in the confines of Merita's space ship, but that didn't stop Tabitha and I from pressing the purple alien down onto her seat. Merita wiggled, her tentacles writhing from her sides, two each, her round breasts heaving. She looked so beautiful.

"I think we need to lick her all over, Etta," Tabitha beamed.

"I think you're right," I told her. I leaned over, kissing my redheaded lover on the lips, our naked breasts pressing together. Hers were so soft and round.

Then I leaned down and nuzzled at Merita's thighs, pressing my face between them. My tentacle writhed out of my pussy. I only had one now, but that was okay. It was longer. I reached it around, entwining it with Tabitha's. Electric current shot through us as our tentacles caressed. Pleasure hardened my nipples.

"Oh, Etta, that's nice," Tabitha moaned before she leaned down and sucked on Merita's dark-purple nipple.

"Uh-huh," I panted, my body twitching at the electric bliss.

I lowered my mouth between Merita's thighs. I stroked her flesh, caressing her thighs and breathing in the flowery scent of her pussy. It was so unlike a human's cunt, not salty and earthy, but light. I loved it.

I took a long, slow lick up Merita's slit. Her juices coated my tongue. I had discovered a lot about licking cunny today. I wanted to show my alien lover everything I learned. My tongue slid through her folds and brushed her hard clitoris. Her purple flesh was hot on my lips as I nuzzled into her depths.

Merita's thighs tightened about my head. She gasped and moaned, shuddering, rubbing her lips against my flesh. Excited flutters raced out of my pussy, partly from the electric current flowing between me and Tabitha, but mostly because I was pleasing my lover.

Tabitha moaned about her nipple, making Merita squirm. The alien humped against me, her tentacles writhing. A pair seized my pigtails, holding them, guiding my mouth as I licked at her pussy, devouring her flowery juices.

"Oh, Henrietta, yes. You're so good. Mmm, lick that tongue in and out of my flesh. You're driving me wild."

"Good," I purred between licks. "That's the plan. I want you panting. I want you shuddering. I want you to explode. I love you, Merita."

"I love you, too," she gasped and pulled on my pigtails, forcing my lip back to her flowery folds.

I licked and sucked and nibbled at my alien lover's cunny. Her juices coated my face. I moaned as I licked her, the excitement building between me and Tabitha. I felt her thoughts, her excitement. It was like we were connected again, feeling each other's love and pleasure.

We both wanted to make Merita cum. I could feel Tabitha's desire as she sucked and nibbled, kissing back and forth between Merita's heaving breasts. I licked harder, my tongue finding the alien's clitoris, circling it, teasing it.

I drove Merita wild. She bucked and gasped. Wordless moans escaped her lips. Her tentacles played with Tabitha's breasts and entwined about my pigtails. I caught glimpses of her purple face twisted in passion.

"Henrietta," she moaned. "Oh, yes. Give me my release. Cure my hysterics."

"Gladly," I moaned and sucked so hard on her clitoris, my chin pressing into her folds.

Her body shuddered. She spasmed. Her hips arched.

And she came.

"Henrietta! Tabitha!"

Moaning our names, her pussy juices flooded my hungry mouth. I made her cum. We made her cum. Tabitha and I pleasured our alien lover. I drank her juices as a surge of electricity shot out of my pussy, raced down my tentacle, and crackled into Tabitha's.

My lover threw back her head, red hair flying, as she moaned my name. We came together, sharing our crackling lust, electricity arching between our tentacles and driving us wild with delight. My eyes rolled back in pleasure, ecstasy flooded through me.

"Tabitha! Merita! Yes, yes! I love you both!" I moved up their bodies, the three of us hugging, kissing, sharing Merita's juices, our naked flesh pressed tight, tits caressing tits, hard nipples brushing.

"You're both so wonderful," Merita sighed. "I'm glad I'm stranded with such wonderful humans.

"Stranded?" I gasped through my fluttering pleasure.

Merita gave me a sad smile. "The core was destroyed The nanites are spread throughout your bodies. They changed you all too much to be removed. So I'm stuck here."

"I'm sorry," I gasped.

She shook her head. "Don't be. I messed up. It's my own fault." Her tentacles caressed Tabitha's and my faces. "But I have you two. And the school. I think things will be interesting."

I giggled and nodded, then the three of us kissed.Things changed at Kensington Boarding School. Merita began teaching science Everyone loved her class, and her tentacles. The fifty-two of us changed by the nanites were also very popular with the other half of the student body, teachers, and maids who weren't transformed. We couldn't spread our nanites, but we could let them enjoy our tentacles.

The years passed. Tabitha and I mentored the new girls who arrived, guiding them into sapphic pleasure, sharing with them the joys of tentacles, pussies, asses, tribbing, licking, fingering, and dildos. It was so much fun.

When our time as students was over, we stayed on as teachers. Tabitha and I taught the new physical education curriculum, which involved much naked wrestling and strenuous love-making. We had our own apartment on the ground which contained a large bed with which we shared with Merita.

Peony, Christine, Leonora, and Tansy founded a business in town making toys. The four of them were quite taken with each other. Their bed was even bigger than ours, the four of them writhing in delight.

Nurse Paige and the Headmistress both found much joy in their tentacles. A girl's first medical exam and then trip to the Headmistress's office were exciting and full of much gasping on metallic tentacles. But the most lucky teacher was Miss Marilynn. She was the only one to end up with four tentacles, being the original host of the nanites.

Prefect Geneva stayed on as a teacher, too. She taught astronomy and would reward her students with her three tentacles when they did well.

Of course, Tabitha's and my families were disappointed with our decisions not to return home but to work at the school. All their hopes that we would marry well, make connections for our fathers' businesses, and join genteel society were dashed. But we had what we wanted, to love each other in our own triune marriage, wedded to our alien lover in our hearts.

Maybe one day we would repair Merita's spaceship and travel the universe. But for now we were happy, the three of us together, and that was all that mattered. We had our students and each other. What more did a girl with a pussy tentacle need?

The END