Alien Lesbian Tentacle Surprise 04


Teacher’s Teasing Tentacles

“Miss Marilynn! Miss 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 shake her shoulders. 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 nubile, youthful 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.


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?


…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.”


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.


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 rose and fell, beckoning. “Yes, you are.”

“Oh, you’re okay,” Daisy sighed in relief. “I was so worried, Miss Marilynn.”


“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 gathered 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 tuzla escort 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 of her stiff 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 maidens’ hymens, 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 engulfed Daisy’s nipple with her lips. 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, her knees pressed into the wet grass, 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%…



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 writhed, searching, rubbing pendik escort on the grass. She felt the dew against its metallic body. It flexed, twisted, 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 Daisy’s trembling lips. Marilynn cupped Daisy’s freckled, smooth 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.”


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 against its metallic surface.

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 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 aydınlı escort 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, rubbing on her asshole. 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 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.

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