Private School Nightmare: Loose Ends

by BioDread

Lisa and her roommate Sara were leaving the dorm for their morning classes when they spied the gathering in front of the Headmaster's house. There were three police cars and a coroner's van parked in the nearby drive, several officers were warding away the curious students and teachers who strained to see what was going on inside. As the two girls walked closer, a black economy car drove up and parked near the coroner's van. A slim woman with her blonde hair tied in a tight bun left the black car and jostled her way past the sentry cops.

"What's going on?" Lisa asked one of the milling students.

"The Headmaster's dead! Someone murdered him!" whispered the girl with a shiver of excitement.

Lisa watched the blonde woman enter the Headmaster's house. Sara tugged on Lisa's right arm.

"We're going to be late!"

Lisa allowed Sara to pull her away from the crowd, her eyes locked on the closing front door.

*****

"Who let you in?" demanded a burly cop with close-cropped brown hair and a stern face.

"FBI," replied the blonde woman, reaching into her brown overcoat to retrieve and flash her identification.

"I'm Sheriff Biggs. What's your interest in this case, Agent...?"

"Agent Hayek. I'm investigating the disappearance of another agent, my sister in fact."

"Gwen Hayek was her name, wasn't it? She checked in with me a few weeks ago before she began her investigation of the school and the nearby woods. I assumed she had already came and went."

"No, she's missing, but before we get to her, what's going on here?"

"It's hard to explain, I've just seen it and I can't explain it," shrugged Biggs. "Maybe you should just see for yourself."

Agent Hayek narrowed her blue eyes, then motioned for the tall sheriff to guide her. Biggs took the lead and cleared a path through the department photographers and forensic workers. Sliding past people on the crowded staircase, Biggs and Hayek descended into the basement. Hayek wrinkled her small nose when the stench of decay and blood assaulted her. She took out a handkerchief from her coat and covered her mouth and nose, peering through the dim light of flashlights and portable lamps.

"There isn't any power down here. Watch your step," advised the muscular sheriff, standing aside so Hayek could progress deeper into the basement.

Rotting webbing draped down from the ceiling and coated the cement walls. A lanky strand brushed against Hayek's right cheek, she flinched from the clammy touch and avoided the rest of the swaying tendrils. The Headmaster's corpse lay in the center of the room, illuminated by the near constant flashes of shooting cameras. Hayek swallowed down a mouthful of bile when she saw the body, it appeared almost melted, the skin glistening and purple, the flesh lying open like the skin of rotting fruit. The smell was nearly unbearable, everyone wore surgical masks to filter the thick reek of decomposition.

Hesitantly, Hayek knelt next to the body, careful not to touch the pool of black ichor that surrounded the corpse. Wisps of foul steam still rose from the body's open belly, the internal organs were lumps of melted meat. Looking away from the open stomach, Hayek examined the remains of the Headmaster's face. The head was disproportionally large, the Headmaster's features were elongated, almost bestial. Hayek stared disbelievingly, she had never seen anything like this in her career.

"You see what I mean," said Sheriff Biggs from behind Hayek.

"I'm calling in a special forensic team. No one is to touch this body until the team arrives," snapped Hayek, rising smoothly to her feet.

"I might argue jurisdiction with you since this is a local crime, but frankly I'm out of my depth, he's all yours, agent Hayek."

"This wasn't a murder. This was..natural," said Hayek as she regarded the body.

"I never heard of a human body doing something like that."

Hayek drew close to the Sheriff. "This body isn't human."

*****

Lisa floated in the air and smashed down with her right arm. The volleyball shot across the net like a missile, slapping loudly onto the court.

"Thirty to twelve, Team A wins!" announced the coach before she blew the end game whistle.

"You were white-hot, Lisa!" grinned Sara, wrapping her arms around her roommate's small shoulders.

Lisa returned her friend's hug, nuzzling the girl's sweaty blonde hair.

"Hit the showers!" ordered the coach.

Lisa and Sara joined the other girls heading for the locker room. Girls were laughing and talking about the match as they stripped down and made their way to the large communal shower area. Lisa gazed at her fellow students, pursing her lips, her breath quickening as she looked at so many young, nubile girls. The tendril resting in Lisa's little belly shifted, the girl felt her crotch become warm with arousal.

"You spacing out?" teased Sara, poking Lisa in the arm with a finger.

"Tired I guess," smiled Lisa, continuing to her locker and opening it. She stripped out of her sticky t-shirt and shorts, then pulled down her panties and tossed them on top of her discarded clothing.

By the time Lisa made her way to the steaming shower, only a few girls were left inside. Sara stood by the far wall, combing shampoo out of her wet blonde hair, Lisa joined her underneath the adjacent shower head.

"Some of the others were talking about the Headmaster. The police still haven't moved his body out."

"Why are the police waiting so long?"

"One of the teachers said that blonde lady works for the FBI," whispered Sara secretively.

Lisa lathered her breasts as she thought. "Wasn't there another FBI agent visiting with the Headmaster?"

"Yeah! Remember, she went into the woods a couple weeks ago, she was looking for some missing students."

"The Headmaster never announced what happened."

"No one knows. Supposedly the police have it under wraps," said Sara, turning to rinse the soap from her small butt.

The tendril writhed inside Lisa. She grimaced when she felt the alien appendage slide down towards her crotch, her slim legs trembled violently.

"Are you okay?" asked Sara, touching Lisa's left shoulder and frowning with concern.

Lisa looked up at Sara. She joined the blonde girl beneath the same shower spray, pressing her thin body next to her surprised friend's.

"What are you doing?" stammered Sara with wide eyes while Lisa cupped her small tits with caressing fingers.

"I'm so hot," moaned Lisa, licking the paralyzed girl's shoulder blades, her fingers gently squeezing Sara's soft breasts.

With a gush of thick slime that ran down Lisa's bare legs, the tendril struggled free from the girl's pussy and wrapped around Sara's right thigh. Sara looked down at the fat, pulsating, purple tentacle that was closing around her leg. Before Sara could scream, Lisa covered the girl's mouth, sucking on her friend's tender lips.

Lisa pushed Sara against the shower wall and pinned her friend to the slick, cool tile. Sara pushed hard on Lisa's shoulders, Lisa snatched her roommate's wrists and slammed them against the wall. Sara moaned into Lisa's mouth when the tendril slipped into her cunt. Sara's small pelvis started shuddering, her legs buckled as the tendril wriggled deeper into her vagina, spreading the lips of her pussy wide, slime dripping from her thighs and clit.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" murmured Lisa over Sara's throat. Lisa pressed her lips onto Sara's left nipple, she sucked sharply on it, then bit it with her small, ivory teeth. Sara was panting now, her breasts heaving as Lisa grabbed her legs and pried them apart. Lisa slid her hands up and down the backs of Sara's thighs, groping the panting girl's ass, prying the taut buttocks apart while the tendril swelled inside Sara's virgin cunt, blood mixing with the constant stream of slime that poured down Sara's open legs.

Lisa grasped Sara's slick shoulders and positioned the moaning girl underneath the stream of hot water. Sara thrust out her palms onto the gleaming white tile, supporting herself on the wall as Lisa licked the warm, pink flesh of her arched back. Lisa slammed her crotch against Sara's jutting ass, the tendril stuffed tightly into Sara's trembling slit. Sara whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as her hips quaked, her small buttocks aching from her friend's humping and the impaling of the slime- coated tentacle deeper into her ripe belly.

Lisa reached underneath Sara's outstretched arms and massaged the girl's bobbing tits. Lisa caressed Sara's left cheek, the moaning girl caught Lisa's fingers with her lips and sucked on the digits lustfully. Unmoving at first, Sara's ass began to push back, driving the tendril harder into the naked girl's pussy. Sara's vagina seized the invading tentacle, squeezing it, milking the slime and alien semen from the engorged, oozing head. The two dripping girls rubbed against each other, hands stroking sleek thighs and slick buttocks. Lisa slapped harder and harder against Sara's pumping ass, a loud sigh escaping her lips when the tendril bloated and popped inside Sara's vagina. Sara pressed her body over the water-soaked wall tiles, her small tits crushed, her pelvis quivering while a flood of musky slime soaked down her legs, pooling around her toes.

Lisa sucked on Sara's left earlobe. Sara turned her head to kiss her roommate, the two girls' tongues flicked and darted over each other as Sara pressed her left hand over Lisa's oozing crotch, fondling the tendril that connected them together. *****

Nurse Shaw sat at her desk, updating a batch of student files. Underneath the desk, the woman's legs were pressed tightly together, her thighs trembled every few moments.

"Why? Why won't you stop?" whispered Nurse Shaw, glancing up to make sure no one was in the doorway of her office. With the coast clear, the beautiful, red-maned woman lowered her right hand underneath the desk, pulling back the hem of her uniform skirt, then placing her hand over her white silk panties. Nurse Shaw closed her warm brown eyes and sighed with relief and pleasure when her fingers touched the sleek fabric of her underwear. She rubbed her crotch energetically, biting her full, lower lip as her pussy grew warmer and warmer. Glancing at the doorway again quickly, Nurse Shaw sat back in her chair, spreading her long legs widely apart under the desk, sliding her panties out of the way so she could massage her moist cunt directly.

"Ah! Ah!" panted Nurse Shaw, sweat beading on her pale forehead as she bucked in her chair, her cunt burning as her fingers rubbed and caressed, sticky with the juices that now flowed out of her shivering hole.

Small, cool hands touched Nurse Shaw's smooth inner thighs. The masturbating woman pried open her eyes to find Lisa and Sara resting on the edges of the desk, their hands fondling Shaw's trembling thighs.

"You're horny, aren't you, Nurse Shaw?" grinned Lisa with a toss of her long, brown hair.

"What's wrong with me? The Headmaster's dead!" gasped Nurse Shaw, her lust-filled eyes flicking to Sara when the blonde girl knelt down next to her right leg, the girl's head disappearing underneath the desk. Nurse Shaw bit her lip to stifle a cry of ecstasy when she felt Sara sucking on her pussy, the girl's small tongue stroking her swollen clitoris.

Lisa lowered both hands and raised up her short, plaid skirt. Nurse Shaw stared at the young girl's bare pussy, the smooth, pink lips parting for the thick, purple tentacle that slithered out of Lisa's wet slit.

"Keep it away! Please!" moaned Nurse Shaw even as her left hand reached out to stroke the undulating, slime-coated tendril.

Lisa left the desk and stood next to Nurse Shaw's chair. She crouched and whispered into the panting woman's left ear.

"Suck me off."

With Sara's head nestled between her thighs, Nurse Shaw leaned forward and took Lisa's tendril into her eager mouth. Lisa ran her hands through her thick, brown hair, moaning in bliss as Nurse Shaw sucked the tendril deep into her throat, her lips fastened tightly around the shaft, her tongue teasing and encouraging the bloated, slime-dripping head throbbing between her jaws.

*****