Faux threw back her head with a tremulous gasp as that narrow hood was pushed upward by the emerging flesh. Like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube, that was how Cracky pictured it, extending from where would have been a clitoris until it was almost a foot long. It was thin, barely the width of a single finger, tipped in a narrow pointed bulb of pinkish flesh that spread open like a gasping mouth in the cool air, splitting into three triangular petals each with a forked tip, all of which flexed and waved with obvious dexterity. More came and retreated again, disguising the true size of the thing. At one point, it reached from the sopping cleft of Faux’s sex right up her belly almost halfway to her breasts. The entire length would curl back on itself occasionally like a snake, prehensile and flexible to an incredible degree.
“Please,” came a quiet hiss from the blue-haired girl as she leaned over her roommate again, “try to relax. This may sting a little.”
“W…what?”
Down came that shroud of sky blue silken hair again, blocking out the rest of the room from Cracky’s field of view, however narrow it had already become. The smooth softness of her lover’s lips, that agile tongue teasing hers apart with ease, and then a taste. Something cool and sharp and fluid spilling onto her tongue and sliding back into her throat like melting ice cream, leaving a tingling sensation in her gums as it disappeared. She swallowed.
Locked into another of those soft, fiery kisses, Cracky was oblivious until the feeling struck. That sinuous tendril of alien flesh slithered up her lower abdomen, leaving a sticky trail of moisture behind that warmed the young girl’s naked skin as it sank in. Round and around it curled like a spiral, lapping itself several times around the pit of Cracky’s stomach, winding closer every time, each coil leaking that dampness that seemed to burn right into her brain until the sheet between her thighs was soaked through. Finally, the pointed head of the thing reared up, flexing its fleshy mandibles like a predator, and dived right into Cracky’s navel.
Her vision went white. Had she not had her mouth full at the time, the whole dorm would have heard the euphoric scream bursting from her lungs. She bit down to stifle the urge, and Faux seemed not to mind teeth on her extended tongue. If anything, the oddly simian girl let her weight rest on the ginger’s chest so she could take her young lover’s face in both palms and kissed her all the more deeply for her troubles.