Lesbian Tentacle Demonstration
"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 my spine--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."
