Tentacle sex

The two girls looked at each other with anticipation. Both began to smirk. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?“

“That you should call a doctor?“

“What, no! After all those tentacle hentais we’ve been watching, I think the next step is obvious.“

“Oh,“ Chloe said. “Seriously? I mean… shouldn’t we be cautious and-“

“Fuck cautious, I’m horny.“ Celine removed her clothes and jumped on the bed. After a moment of hesitation, Chloe shrugged and did the same. Her curiosity got the better of her. Giggling they caressed each other’s smooth skin. Side by side they laid next to each other. Then, Celine teasingly circled her finger around Chloe’s pussy. “Ready?“

“Do it,“ her girlfriend whispered and squeezed a pillow. Like before, Celine willed her index finger to slowly turn into a tentacle. Only now she noticed that the ‘bud‘ forming the tip of the tendril kinda resembled the shape of a glans. With a squelching sound she let it slither into Chloe’s hole and elongated it until the ‘glans‘ poked the cervix.

Both girls gasped in sudden elation. While Chloe bend her neck backwards, still squeezing her pillow, Celine felt her entire body writhing and wobbling. Did she indeed consist of nothing but tentacles now? All organs, all bones, all muscles, even her hair? It sure felt like it. Then how could she still look the same?

But right now wasn’t the time to wonder about all that. The ecstatic raptures she experienced didn’t leave room for rational thought. Catching her breath, Chloe yelled: “Fuck, that’s deep. Can you make it thicker?“

“Let’s see.“ The tentacle smoothly slid back out and became a finger. Pressing index and middle finger together, they merged into a single yet thicker tendril which plunged right back into Chloe’s box.

“SHITFUCK!“ The shocking pleasure pushed Chloe back. “Fuck, that’s IT!“ Chuckling, Celine made the tentacle fidget with Chloe’s pussy. From the outside her groin deformed and bulged. The moistness of Chloe’s purse and the slick surface of the tendril allowed for a most slippery and smooth experience.

“You like that, huh?“ Celine teased and Chloe clenched her teeth and contorted her face. “You like being fucked by my tentacles?“ Gently she retracted her soft green appendage, but stopped just before the glans could slip out and instantly let it glide deep back in. Once she nudged the highest point, she repeated the motion, biting her lips at Chloe’s **** heavy panting. Her tentacle continued to glide back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, winding and twisting and dancing in Chloe’s cave like a trapped snake. The sliding produced an ongoing satisfying squishing sound, like slime being squeezed through a tiny hole. Drops of green sludge began to drip on the bedsheets. The intense smell of sex combined with the pheromones Celine emitted fused into a mind-numbing odor which turned Chloe’s expression dumb and relaxed. Heavily moaning she laid there limb and let herself being fucked by the alien mollusk.

Celine shared her elation tenfold. Each in and out let an orgasm rock her erogenous body. The utmost sensitive skin of her slippery tentacle perceived the stroking motions as tremendously pleasuring sensations, far heftier than any sex she had ever enjoyed or believed to be possible. She struggled to focus on keeping pushing it in and drawing it out as the pleasures made her woozy and stunned. While Chloe cheered and laughed with delight, Celine expressed her exhilaration of sexual satisfaction with chopped gasping and moaning. She realized that she didn’t need to moan or even breath anymore, but the habit let her continue. What she had become didn’t matter to her anymore. As long as she could savor sex like this from now on, there was no reason to mourn her lost humanity.