Vibrating Tentacle Passion
"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."
