Confess

“Take her! Take her and let me show you what we can do!” the voice shouted in Honey’s head.

‘Fuck you,’ Honey almost growled mentally.

“You tell her about me, and you’re finished, whore.”

‘Then so are you. You kill me, you kill yourself, you parasitic piece of shit. Just relax, you’re getting what you want, just not from her.’

“Just not now, you mean,” the voice said tauntingly. Images flew through Honey’s mind of her fucking Katie 6-ways-from-Sunday with her tentacles in what looked like an octopus trying to snake out of her cunt. She felt an orgasm almost plow into her as the images crescendoed in a scene like her dream this morning. Katie was being used by 8 tentacles, each one doing its part to hold her up off the ground as they slithered over each other and into the black hottie. Cum started pouring into her and both she and Honey started twitching as their minds exploded in orgasm.

Honey shook herself back to reality and she could feel her pussy juice ooze down her leg, the wet heat spreading in a sticky mess as it rolled down her thighs.

“Katie, I think I’m possessed,” Honey blurted out.

“What?” Katie asked. She was smiling until she saw the serious look on Honey’s face. “No shit? How? I mean, why?”

“I had this dream, and now I’m hearing a voice. I can feel something inside me and it’s making me even more horny than normal.”

“More horny? What kind of dream? What’s it telling you to do?”

“Fuck you. It wants to fuck you, and in a seriously not right way, Katie,” Honey said, her pussy twitching every time she said the word fuck. She was getting wetter by the second and she was craving her friend’s pussy. Her mouth started watering.

“I really do need jizz, but getting some fuck honey from dark chocolate over there sounds good, too. Take her. Take the bitch and let me show you what you can do!” Honey started getting pictures in her mind of her tongue growing and becoming even more dexterous, as if it were like a penis, a tongue and a finger combined. She watched it snake into her friend, felt the pussy clench around it, and she could taste her friend’s juices as her lips met the strawberry of the twat she was licking out.

“Oh my God, Katie. You don’t want to know…”