A slight groan left my lips and his moved down my throat and hands wondered beneath the soft fur of my coat. I tilt my head back so he can pay more at...ention to my neck, my eyes fluttering closed and my hands gripping at clothed shoulder blades wishing so much they were bare. The need to be closer over took my senses, the need to feel that thick long member in my waiting mouth making me moan loud into the peaceful night’s sky. A feral smirk crossed across my lips as I pull away and drop down. “I really did enjoy it.”“How could you have enjoyed that? I’m a monster.”“The Kenji I know and love is not a monster.”“But I turn into one.”“I don’t think so.’ I said. I held him tight. A few minutes later I asked, “Have you always been this way?”“Yup since I hit puberty.”“Wow.” I said “How? Why?”“I was born this way. My grandmother said that our family was cursed thousands of years ago. And every so often a male child is born a tentacle monster. I just happened to be the unlucky one. No one. To me the one good thing about being in advance of the rest of the class, which I was, and about having a good grasp of the subject, which I did, was the freedom it allowed me to look around.For most of that first lesson my eyes were focused under the desks of some of those girls instead of on my computer screen. And I didn't miss a thing; eagle-eyed that's me. Every crossing and uncrossing of legs, every flash of panties seemed to attract my eyes like magnets. And then there were the girl's. As I entered the large open hole area, I soon noticed I was inside their lair. I saw a few monster aliens surrounding me with their large amounts of tentacles, but it was only soon that I became scared when I saw tens of monster aliens entering the lair hole. After 30 minutes of being distressed and held in the air by a couple of the monster aliens tentacles, I was now completely surrounded by at least 30 alien monsters. Some were larger then the original one i encountered so i became very.