Boarding School skirmish
Chapter ternion : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's Pussy Tentacles
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute shock. Our lowly bedroom in the Kensington Boarding school day swam around me. This was impossible. This could not be happening. Out of all the unusual, life-changing things that happened today, this was too much.

I had four purpleness tentacles sprouting out of my pussy and wrapped about Tabitha 's head and flame fuzz. The process pulsed and gripped her. I could find through them, the silken texture of my friend 's peel, the piano waves of her red pilus, her lovesome hint wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to rest. I fell back on Tabitha 's bed, my breasts heaving beneath my nightgown. It was bunched up around my waist. Just moments ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still savour her tangy pussy on my lips.

Relax, Merita, the lesbian noncitizen possessing my body, whispered in my thoughts. Relax. Those are our tentacles. They came out because you grew so excited. Not that I blame you. Tabitha did a terrific job licking your pussy.

Tabitha sucked in another breath and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were wild. Her script gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her face. I did n't be intimate what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding school into the blurred night an alien 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the crater made by its impact, and almost died ? How could I state her I broke my neck ?

If Merita had n't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so weird to name a craft that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would own died. Nanites, according to her, were little automatons, like tiny wind-up toys, inside of me, working to fix my divulge neck. Only my body did n't like it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to possess me. She merged our trunk together.

You never said I would germinate tentacles from my kitty, Merita !

What 's wrong with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your body. You exploded so intemperate when I took your maidenhead and fucked them in and out of your tight cunny. You even liked sucking on them. They are perfectly fine tentacles.

I did ... But I 'm not like you. I 'm human. We do n't receive tentacles sprouting from our cunnies.

Before Merita could respond, a gimcrack knock rattled our room access."What is going on in there ?"

The sound of Prefect Geneva bolted fear through me and Tabitha. My friend stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her head, reacting to fear. My lust evaporated, they slithered back inside my pussy and were ... gone.

"What 's wrong ? I heard screams."

"Nothing, Prefect,"I shouted, my heart thudding. I had never been so terrorise of being caught in all the eighteen class of my life-time. We were half-naked, faces smeared in cunny cream, and in Tabitha 's bed. Even without the tentacles, we were behaving so poorly.

Proper new women did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No matter how marvellous it was.

The door hold turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as wide-cut as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our rears. We lifted our rose hip, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the door opened. Geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hand. Her platinum-blonde whisker fell loose about her shoulder joint. She wore a white nightgown, her tumid bosom swelling the nominal head. shuffle laces decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her voice speaking with a refined enunciation."Did you two have hysteric that needed to be cured ?"

I blushed while Tabitha said,"Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a frightful province, our belly full of flutters, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able-bodied to get a good nighttime 's sleep if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a smile."I am happy to see you girls are helping curative the early 's hysterics. We ca n't have our girls squirming in class or up half the night unable to slumber. You are here to get an didactics, and we ca n't do that if your pitiful cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in astonishment. There had been hints all day that this schooling ... approved of lesbian behaviour, all under the pretext of curing a medical condition. I had heard of female hysterics, of path, I just never realized the cure was so stimulating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the doctor to have her hysteric cured. I shuddered, trying to imagine the wizened, old man licking my mother 's pussy or fingering her clitoris to bring in about paroxysm of rapture to cure her.

No wonder she went at least once a calendar week for a treatment.

"Well, in the futurity I would ask you not to be so loud. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a pissed smile."If you are this loud again, I will put out fault and transmit you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand ?"

"Yes, Prefect,"Tabitha and I said together.

"wellspring, have a good Night,"smiled Geneva."And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever postulate it, my way is just down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. I am always uncoerced to help a young woman achieve the height of wellness. It would be my pleasure."Her interpreter was throaty with those last words, her center smoky.

My pussy itched and flutters ran through me as the honest-to-god lady friend closed the door behind us.

I squirmed as the muteness deepened. The sparkle from our oil lamp flickered through the room. Electricity had n't spread this far into the land yet. I am for sure it would someday. Electric Inner Light were such marvel. All of London glowed at dark these days.

Tabitha stared at me, her freckled nerve paler than usual."Henrietta,"she said, using my good gens instead of Eta for the offset time, her voice breathless,"what were those that came out of your cunny ?"

"Tentacles,"I said, my gist clenching in fear.

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My friend swallowed."Can you explain why you have tentacles that come out of your cunt ? Are you a junkie ? do you belong to in a traveling carnival ?"

I bit my lip. Tell her, urged Merita. She 's already seen them. I 'm sure she 'll understand.

right. She 'll see that an alien possessed me.

Sarcasm is very annoy, Henrietta. It is considered quite rude to my citizenry. state her. I 'm sure she 'll empathize and even come to like them. Remember how much you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were grand. I glanced at my friend, staring into her honey oil eyes. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable girl. I licked my brim, tasting her whore twat again as she trembled.

"Okay, when I went out for a manner of walking, I saw a shooting principal and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fay at number one, the strange lights and beeping speech sound of her spaceship. How she had made love to me with her tentacles and healed my body and merged into me.

"And she 's an ... alien. Like from another major planet ?"

I nodded my head.

"From genus Venus ?"

Why do your people keep thinking that ? Venus is a atrocious place. It 's worse than Mars.

I giggled."No, no, she 's not from Venus. She finds it odd we think that."

"well, it 's Venus. Where else would a beautiful, female person alien who likes to cure hysterics comes from ?"Tabitha asked."Not from Mars like one of those invading aliens."

Invading ? Merita asked.

I frowned at my friend.

"You know, like in HG Wells 's serial. Do n't you read Pearson 's cartridge holder ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting thoroughly. The tripods are out and they have heat ray and they 're marauding across the English countryside."

"Oh, a story,"I said and wrinkled my nose."No, I do n't learn books about ... aliens. And invasions."

"You should. So she 's not from Venus."

"She 's from a different satellite around a dissimilar sun,"I answered."Way far away."

"Wow,"Tabitha said, a huge grinning on her nerve."This is amazing."

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, face painted by the lantern. She licked her lips and let out a wiggle and a moan full of pent-up hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thigh. I knew it was wrongfulness to maintain"curing"each former. Especially with tongues and sass, but it was so wonderful.

"So ... Merita cured your hysterics with her tentacles ?"asked Tabitha.

I nodded my head.

"And plucked your maidenhead ?"

I nodded again, blushing and remembering how her tentacle had penetrated my maidenhead and buried into my depth. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her appendage. It was so wonderful feeling her lantern slide in and out of my cunny.

"And you even sucked on her tentacle ... like it was a prick."

My eyes widened."What ? Sucking on a prick ?"

Tabitha nodded her head."My maiden was such a loathly lady friend. She told me that even man loved having their gumshoe sucked. A little oral pleasure, and there was no risk of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a valet de chambre 's attention on me during courtship and win his affection and spousal relationship proposal, I should be prepared to use my mouth."

"That 's so ungodly,"I gasped and grimaced."Eww, I could never do that."

Nor could I. phallus are the worse. They 're just disgusting.

"You used your sass on my cunny,"Tabitha pointed out.

"That 's different. I was n't satiating a man 's loathsome lustfulness, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassuring. It was n't sex between us—sinful, sapphic sex—but two little girl helping each early out. The fact it was the most wonderful thing in the world only made the chore a delight to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."

"And I was having fun until your ... tentacles sprouted."Tabitha 's hand touched my bare thigh. My gown had n't gone all the way down to my legs beneath the top. She slid higher, pressing beneath my gown.

My snatch fluttered.

"And ... well ... I was wondering ... if you could ... cure my hysterics with your tentacles ?"

Oh, that sounds grand, Merita purred. You 'll hump it.

I had a intuitive feeling I would.

I nodded my top dog."Gladly. Only ... I do n't know how to make them come out."I concentrated, pushing down with my pussy, trying to force them out. I groaned, straining, but they did not come along. Merita ?

Hmm, this is an unusual casing. But I imagine Tabitha only has to stimulate you and they will appear.

"Well, I think I can score them appear,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speaking in my creative thinker.

Tabitha leaned in and her lisp kissed mine. They were so juicy and sweet, adorned with my musk. I groaned, trembling as we shared our osculation. It started out chaste, but soon our tongues were meeting each former, kissing in the vulgar French fashion.

But it did n't feel vulgar with her hand stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling flutter racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juices flowing as I savored her backtalk. They were so wonderful. My heart beat faster and faster, sending a rush of delectation through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the buss. A smile feast across her freckled impertinence."I like kissing you."

"Me, too,"I said, a little breathless.

"And you 're nipple are so hard. look at them."Tabitha centre flicked down to my tit poking at the linen."They want to be played with, too."

She leaned down, her red hair caressing my face, and sucked on my teat through my nightgown. Her spit soaked through the stuff, warm and wet. My mamilla ached as she nibbled and sucked, shooting delight down to my pussy.

Something squirmed in my depths.

"Oh, yes,"I moaned."That 's it, Tabitha. Mmm, yes. Get me emotional. arouse me and sprout my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your physical structure. We 'll have got such a wonderful time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. Her fingers crept higher on my thigh, pushing up my nightgown. It was so hot all of a sudden, the book binding smothering us. I pushed them down as she sucked on my pap, exposing our legs.

Her finger reached my snatch. She stroked at my blonde curls as she kissed over to my other tit and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen fabric rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such joy through my body.

The hysterical flutters built in my breadbasket. I twitched and shivered. Her fingerbreadth played with my blonde curls, only stroking the edges of my cunny. Oh, she was such a coquette. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming growing in my depths."More, more. You have to equal my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, stop teasing me."

"But it 's so much fun to ride you,"grinned Tabitha. She looked at me, her face hovering over the two wet pip on my nightgown.

Yes, she is a naughty tease, Merita purred. You should meet her vertebral column. Stimulate her and she 'll stimulate you.

I liked that idea. As Tabitha leaned down to absorb on my nipples through my nightgown—going back and forth between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my hand up her side and fondled her daily round white meat. Hers were adult than mine. I squeezed it through her nightgown, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her finger's breadth brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her titty. Her nipple stood out hard against her night-robe, begging to be touched. I moved up to the lacing keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the number one tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the moment and slipped my bridge player down the front of her dressing gown.

"Etta,"she moaned between suction as my bare hand cupped her breast, her nipple rubbing into my palm."Ooh, yes, I like that."

Tabitha squirmed, her digit brushing my pussy backtalk. She made longer and longer impinging, sliding up and down my pussy and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her pap. It was so grueling between my fingers and yet cushy at the same fourth dimension. She moaned every time I rolled it.

Her finger's breadth rubbed heavily at my pussy. She no longer teased me. I groaned, my toes curling as she coaxed out my puss tentacles. My branch spread wider and wider as the squirming in my depth grew and grew.

"Tabitha,"I moaned, my toes curling. My finger pinched her mamilla heavily."I think ... yes, yes, I think they 're about to sprout."

"Do it,"she moaned, her finger sliding up and rubbing hard at my clitoris."Let them out. I want you to bring around my hysterics. Do it."

My pussy clenched, squirmed. The pleasance swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my nipple through my gown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my pussy. They brushed my thigh and then her mitt as my orgasm burst inside of me.

Juices flooded out with my tentacles, coating them. They rose into the air, purpleness and glistening with my juices. I gasped and moaned, my tentacles flailing. Tabitha gasped, pulling her hands away from me, staring at the tentacles as the pleasure washed through my mind.

"Oh yes, your slit tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your sassing, stretching you surface. Ooh, that looks wild."

"Uh-huh,"I panted and shuddered, my orgasm peaking inside of me.

I fell back on the pillows, panting, groaning, my toes clenching and my tentacles twitching. They were a part of me. Like my branch or wooden leg. I could palpate them, manipulate them. It was n't hard either even though there were four of them. I wiggled them, bringing a giggle from Tabitha 's lips.

She clapped her manpower."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't bang what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the ken of them stir such wonderful flutters through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red tomentum spilling around her side and falling down to brush mine."Will you care my hysterics ? Pretty please ?"

I grinned at her, eager to use my new tentacles.

Our tentacles, Merita corrected. And you will relish using them. They are so sensitive.

"I can stage that, Tabitha,"I smiled, aegir to witness out if Merita was correct.

Tabitha rained candy kiss on my brass as she squealed in girlish delectation. Her red hair tickled my face as her hot lips moved about my cheeks and temple. Then she kissed my scent and finally my sass. That buss was n't a quite a little, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and undulate as excitement flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the osculation, a huge grin on her boldness and bolted up. She shifted on her articulatio genus, her breasts pressing against her dressing gown as she grasped one of my tentacles. I gasped, shuddering as she stroked it.

"Ooh, it is slippy with your cunny juices,"grinned Tabitha."And you smell delicious."

Tabitha leaned over and licked at my tentacle. She dragged her natural language up it. My organic structure twitched and spasmed. Her tongue rose higher and higher, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so sore, like my nipples, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendages to play with.

memory how very much Merita loved it when I sucked on her tentacle in my aspiration, I brought one to my mouth. It bent over and lowered down to my mouth. I sucked on it, tasting my sweet musk staining the tentacle.

My slit clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The delight rippled down my tentacle to my kitty, sending wonderful flutters through me. I sucked harder, wiggling More and more of my tentacle into my mouth.

Yes, yes, that is delicious, Merita moaned in my mind.

It is. These are amazing. Ooh, I love them.

Tabitha, a twinkle in her green eye, reached the tip of my second tentacle. She swirled her tongue about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My middle widened. replicate the delight rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of delight snap through me.

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in joy. My cheeks hollowed as I cleaned all my succus off. My eyes fluttered. Pleasure rippled down my tentacle. I shuddered as Tabitha swirled her tongue about the tip of the other, her hands stroking me.

My hand shot out, grasping her knee through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot pleasure rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new sentience rippled through me. They were so skanky and wonderful.

And you have two other tentacles not doing anything at all, Merita reminded me. They need to play, too.

Yes, yes, yes, you 're so howling, Merita.

She purred in delight and, for a moment, I felt our thoughts kiss. It was fleshly, a burning ripple that washed across my head. I bucked again and then shot out the two remaining tentacles right for Tabitha.

One went high school. The purple appendage dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my pussy cream across her breast as I searched for her knocker. I found one and entwined it. The tentacle slithered around her tit, squeezing it until the tip reached her hard mammilla and batted it.

The second went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her sleek second joint and then quested up her leg, searching for her virgin cunny. Tabitha trembled, sucking so hard on my tentacle, shooting wicked delight down the extremity. I quested the fourth tentacle farther and farther up her thigh until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so warm and hot, her curly pubic fuzz tickling my extremity. I slid the tip up and down her slit, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, striking the small nub then slid down her wet lip and brushed her hymen.

Oh, she is dripping wet, Merita. Can you fell it ?

Yes, the alien purred, her view caressing mine. She 's so wet and juicy. And her Hymen ... Oh, I get that howling kick of taking her virginity, too.

Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so wicked just to cerebrate. I rubbed again at her Hymen, feeling the tissue layer stretched over her pussy. There were kettle of fish in her hymen, but were too small for the tentacle to jiggle through. I slid it back to her clitoris, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the ferocity with which Tabitha sucked the other.

My friend fell onto her back, squirming as she stroked and sucked on one tentacle while another two caressed her kitty and tit. I tightened the tentacle about her breast, constricting and relaxing, savoring how her tit felt while I flicked and massaged her nipple.

And attacked her clitoris.

Tabitha squirmed, her center widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her hands tightened on it. Such wonderful pleasance spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my body. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my other hand found my clit and frigged it.

Oh, that 's wonderful, I thought to Merita while moaning about my tentacle. I forced more of it into my backtalk. I coiled against the binding of my throat.

Push it in deeper, Merita urged. Deep-throat the tentacle. You 'll love it.

I did. Merita showed me how to relax my throat. I gasped, my throat bulging as the undulating tentacle pressed into it. The pressure about my appendage was exquisite. I rubbed my clitoris faster with my finger's breadth and Tabitha 's with my tentacle.

Tabitha pulled the tentacle from her mouth."melodic phrase, yes, yes. You 're tentacles are amazing. Oh, yes. I 'm going to ... to ..."

Her body bucked. Wordless battle cry of joy sounded from her mouthpiece, lips rounded into a perfect O. Her convulsion spasmed her physical structure. Hot succus flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my pharynx, savoring the fell of her trembling body and orgasming cunny.

"Etta,"she gasped, eyes squeezing shut."Oh, Etta, yes, yes, yes. These tentacles are wondrous. I 'm so glad you met Merita."

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

The tentacle, f reed from Tabitha 's mouthpiece, ached for ace. I shoved it down her dressing gown and wrapped it about her other breast. I squeezed them both. They pressed up into her dressing down, the tentacles writhing beneath, rubbing her nipples, savoring how they felt against her skin.

She spasmed again, gasping, her face turning as read as her fuzz. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to consume her virginal membrane. But I had to ask her. I had to make sure it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my friend, struggling to rest, my heart hammering in my dresser. Her kitty was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and experience her around me.

"Can I ... ?"

"Yes,"nodded Tabitha."Pluck my cherry. Do it ! I want to palpate you in me, Etta. Your tentacles are so wonderful."

I kissed my admirer hard on the backtalk as I pressed my tentacle against her pussy. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my other two tentacles constricting squiffy about her titmouse. Her virginal membrane resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her osculation as I sank my tentacle into the deepness of her pussy. Hot, wet, silky, delicious flesh engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my friend 's unaffected cunny, savoring the pleasure of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It 's a wonderful gift she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion midst in her voice. And she 's so pixilated and wet. Oh, yes. She 's wonderful. Do n't you know it ? Do n't you love how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so soft and silky, Henrietta ?

Yes !

I trembled as I fucked my tentacle in and out of Tabitha 's cunny, our tongues dancing together. Her pulp squeezed down on my tentacle. The pleasure rippled down the appendage. My toes curled. My fingerbreadth danced harder on my button, the two joy mixing, swirling, merging.

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's experience the wondrous fit. Let her cunny remedy our hysterics.

I broke my candy kiss with Tabitha and gasped,"Yes, yes, yes."

Her eyes widened as the pleasure burst out of my pussy. My tentacles pulsed. They expanded and contracted as the pleasure washed through me and splashed against my mine. Her pussy stretched and clenched about my tentacles as it pulsed, the others squeezing her tits harder.

"Are you ... ?"Her eyes widened."From taking my cherry ? You 're orgasming ?"

"Cumming,"I moaned, spasming."You feel amazing, Tabitha. Wonderful. I love being in you."

"I love you in me."Her smile grew as my orgasm peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. prevent working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's astonish. Oh, yes. I can feel you so late in me, Etta. Love this."

"Me, too,"I moaned. Thank you, Merita.

She caressed my intellection with hers, kissing and loving me as I fucked the tentacle in and out of my friend 's cunny. New joy built inside of me was I pumped my appendage. The former two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's breasts, teasing her nipple.

But the fourth had goose egg to do.

Fuck your ass, Merita hissed. Ram that into your sphincter. Do it.

I did love it when your tongue probed it.

As Tabitha bucked and trembled against my tentacle, I reached the untenanted one around behind me. It pulled up my dressing gown and caressed my ass, wet with my spittle. I groaned, my sphincter muscle clenching as I slithered it between my butt-cheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes, bring around my hysteric,"moaned Tabitha."Oh, please, please, Etta. Keep ramming that tentacle in me. I 'm going to cum again. I love cumming. Those wonderful convulsion are the best."

"Yes,"I nodded my mind in agreement as the tip of my tentacle rubbed at my sphincter.

I felt the puckered, wrinkled opening, stirring around it. The strange sensations shot to my puss as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her green optic twinkled. She reached out and seized my free people hand.

"What are you doing with that fourth tentacle ?"Tabitha asked, her interpreter breathy.

"Pushing it into my rectum,"I answered, my eyes bugging as my sphincter gave away.

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

"You 're buggering yourself ?"asked Tabitha, her eyes widening."lord have mercy, that 's so dirty."

I nodded my nous, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter. My bowels stretched. The burning sentiency swelled as my appendage slithered deeper. My back arched, my mother fucker clenching. I gasped, clenching my hands hard on Tabitha 's and my tentacles about her breasts.

"Oh, yes, yes, bugger yourself,"she hissed, trembling, her coxa humping."You are so filthy. I love it, Etta. I love you."

Our lips met in another candy kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, slick pussy and the former in my tight, velvety gut. Both muddle felt so different, but equally wonderful. I trembled, my tongue playing with hers, our manus held tight.

My tenderness beat so fast with excitement.

Love her, whispered Merita. making love her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. Make her cum.

Yes, yes, yes.

We writhed on the bed. I pumped the tentacles faster and faster in our holes. My bowels clenched down on them. So many aesthesis rippled through my eubstance : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's breasts, the others reaming our holes, the burning delight radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the sweet touch of her lips.

And her hired hand ...

Tabitha grasped my minor mounds through my nightie. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my mamilla. It was such a tremendous, repelling sentiency, sending tingles radiating through my consistency. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that 's marvelous, Merita moaned. fuck her harder. nookie us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to feel that grand bliss again.

Me, too.

It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the temperance woman railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She did n't want to dedicate up the paroxysms of delight. She loved them. They were wonderful no matter how over-the-top it was.

"Oh, Tabitha,"I moaned, breaking our osculation as she pinched my mamilla through my night-robe."Your cunny ... So hot. Oh, I love fucking you."

"And how does it fell to bugger yourself ?"Her putting surface eyes twinkled.

"So amazing. It is different than being in your cunny. But soooo wonderful. Oh, my gut are so stiff on my tentacles."I shuddered, ramming my tentacles in recondite, loving the affaire d'honneur delight of the my bowel caressing my appendage which caressed my intestine. They fluttered through me, building inside of me.

A massive paroxysm of delight swelled in the profundity of my pussy.

"Oh, you have to sodomize me next time,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my release. Cure my hysterics."Her finger pinched hard on my nipples."Please, please. I love you so much. Fix me."

"Yes !"

I rammed my tentacle deep into her pussy. The others assaulted her nipples, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha 's eyes rolled back in her headway. She trembled and moaned. Her mouth opened into a widely O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot smell of her snatch spasming about my plunging outgrowth. The silky detrition increased, shooting wicked delight down my eubstance. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her legs brush mine beneath the covers.

"Oh, Etta, oh, yes. sleep together you. So good."

The feel of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the edge. It was the concluding stimulation I needed. The convulsion exploded in the depths of my pussy. The walls convulsed about the four tentacles extending from my sex. My gut clenched down on my plunging appendage.

"Tabitha,"I gasped."Merita, yes. Yes, yes. I love you both. So good."

love you, too, moaned Merita in my judgement, trembling in delight as our thoughts hugged each other. So good. Yes, yes, yes.

The joy boiled through me. The bliss peaked in me. I gasped, my back arching. All my tentacles pulsed, expanding and contracting. Tabitha groaned, her kitty clenching down on my tentacle, her pussy stretched wide open over and over.

"Cumming again,"she moaned through clenched dentition."Oh, yes. Your tentacles are the absolute best. Thank you, thank you."

"You 're so very welcome,"I moaned and then sighed, my light-haired hair spilling about my sweaty face.

Drowsy pleasure descended on me. My torso buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my pussy. Then they were gone and I was a rule little girl again. My hired man took Tabitha 's as we stared in each other 's faces in the flickering lamp luminousness. She rolled over quickly and extinguished the fire before flopping on the bed, a smile on her face.

"That was the best."

I nodded my drumhead and did n't stand as she pulled me in for a cherubic kiss. Our arms held each early. My eyes closed. I sighed when she broke the osculation, our heads pillowed side-by-side. It was such a retentive, exciting day.

I fell into sleep.

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Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her thinker. The outlander 's persuasion still buzzed from the wonderful orgasms. But as she drifted off into eternal sleep, a spike of worry shot through her. She was stranded on the archaic planet and the nub of her spaceship was missing.

It contained nanites. If she had any promise of fixing her ship, she had to reclaim it. And before any human found it. That could be disastrous. The nanites were separated from the ship 's computer, not under any control.

Merita had no theme how they would react if they came in inter-group communication with a man. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to leave her school and notice it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the Modern teacher at the Kensington Boarding School. A tribade, she had been eager to land a job at the school. It was whispered in the circles she moved through—women who understood the pleasance that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its female body towards the joy of the feminine, using hysterics as a guise to introduce sapphic pleasures.

"Miss Marilynn, I thought we came out to take the air,"the maid Daisy said, her vocalization squeaking with fear.

"We are walking,"Marilynn answered as she led the way through the fog."I can try the noise. It definitely fell here."

Marilynn was a unseasoned woman, her green dress tight about her body, cut to enhance her rather generous breast. Her auburn hair fell in Robert F. Curl about her human face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the dampness assaulted her hair, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting star 's fiery plunge.

"But, missy Marilynn, I did n't think you meant a literal walkway. Out in the fog. I thought we were gon na ..."

"Have relation ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's intentions when she set out with the girlfriend to enjoy the maid 's lush body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her educational activity. A black-haired, freckled face young woman of eighteen dressed in her maidservant 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's thigh to enjoy the girl.

It was n't hard. The school earned its report as a oasis of Lesbian activity. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walk, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a exuviate, their lips meeting in a athirst osculation. Marilynn 's hands slid up the amah 's body and found the ties to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her hands inside.

Warm, rung knocker. Nipples hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her snatch burning at the stake for Daisy 's sassing licking and nuzzling. The teacher would have enjoyed a outstanding orgasm on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting star flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery mania. It was so low and then impacted near the school. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the thrill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to schoolhouse for the students to study was too lots for her to pass up.

She could always revel Daisy 's sugariness rima oris after they found it.

"But it 's so dark, fille,"Daisy said, fright thick in her voice."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are fairies out here. They like to play tricks on people."

"fag are not real,"laughed Marilynn."mankind have always had a penchant towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical origination to the doctrine of Mythology. human being strive to find a explanation for natural upshot, but without a scientific groundwork, they allow their poetic side to create flights of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here."

"Then what is making that sound ?"Daisy asked.

The audio was a rising, hissing, buzz. It had a mechanical regularity that had Marilynn frowning. Perhaps it is n't the meteorite we 're tracking but something else. I thought it fell this way, but the fog is quite dense.

"Probably some mechanism on a farm. Maybe a pressure sensation vessel has sprung a leak. It would explain the hissing."

"What form of mechanism would be out here ? It 's nothing but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have devices which make these speech sound. Let 's go back to the schooltime, Miss. You can search inside my bodice again. Your deal was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The fizzle grew louder. She crept through the wet grass. A light pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a bright lightness, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric car. Strange, I did n't cogitate electricity had reached out here.

"Miss,"groaned Daisy again."See, it 's fairy. They 're luring us in. We 'll be walking into a bog or something. They like to bet tricks."

"Silly girl, it is not a fairy. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a common result at night. humankind gage are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a flatware cannister embedded in the flat coat like it had fallen from a great summit. A light pulsed on top of it, a beacon that flashed not from an extraneous bulb but from the alloy itself. A chap ran across the position and something hissed out, a gas darker than the fog.

"What is it, Miss ?"Daisy asked, her vox farther behind, holding back.

"I do n't know,"Marilynn said. She moved closer, peering at the crack. She bent down, sniffing but detected no noxious fumes. She reached out her hand and waved it through the fog. It clung to her finger. Something was suspended in the gas, black, oily. It swelled down her finger, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fright as the taint spread. The gas, once billowing out in a straight stream, moved and undulated. It reached towards her like a gaseous ophidian. The teacher screamed, her philia hammering, and turned to flee as the fog engulfed her body.

The fulsome substance filled her mouth and nostrils. It poured down her throat. She staggered two steps and fell to her stifle while the maid called her figure over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to breathe as Thomas More and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The world fuzzed iniquity and she fell onto her face as the nanites went to exercise on changing her body.

To be continued ...