Alien Lesbian Tentacle Surprise 06

Spanked Before the Class

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.