Chapter 3: Tabitha Molested by Henrietta’s Pussy Tentacles

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 sixteen 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.