Boarding Schoolhouse Encounter 03 : Tabitha Molested By Henrietta 'S Pussy Tentacles
Anal, First-Time, Lesbian, Monster, Oral-Sex, VirginityBoarding school day meeting
Chapter triad : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's kitty Tentacles
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016
Tabitha screamed. I screamed.
My middle hammered in absolute daze. Our small bedroom in the Kensington embarkation School swam around me. This was out of the question. This could not be happening. Out of all the strange, life-changing affair that happened today, this was too much.
I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my pussy and wrapped about Tabitha 's head and flaming haircloth. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could find through them, the sleek texture of my acquaintance 's skin, the soft waving of her red hair, her warm breathing space wafting across them as she shrieked again.
Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.
I struggled to respire. I fell back on Tabitha 's bed, my breasts heaving beneath my nightgown. It was bunched up around my waist. Just instant ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still savor her tangy pussycat on my brim.
Relax, Merita, the lesbian alien possessing my body, whispered in my thinking. Relax. Those are our tentacles. They came out because you grew so delirious. Not that I blame you. Tabitha did a howling job licking your pussy.
Tabitha sucked in another breath and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her centre were fantastic. Her workforce gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her typeface. I did n't experience what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding school into the foggy night an extraterrestrial 's starship 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 call a craft that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would get died. Nanites, according to her, were little automaton, like tiny wind-up plaything, inside of me, working to fix my humbled cervix. Only my torso did n't like it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to possess me. She merged our bodies together.
You never said I would shoot tentacles from my snatch, Merita !
What 's wrongfulness with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your torso. You exploded so concentrated when I took your maidenhead and fucked them in and out of your pixilated cunny. You even liked sucking on them. They are perfectly fine tentacles.
I did ... But I 'm not like you. I 'm human being. We do n't have tentacles sprouting from our cunnies.
Before Merita could answer, a loud knocking rattled our room access."What is going on in there ?"
The strait of Prefect Geneva bolted fright through me and Tabitha. My friend stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her headway, reacting to fear. My lust evaporated, they slithered back inside my kitty-cat and were ... gone.
"What 's amiss ? I heard screams."
"Nothing, Prefect,"I shouted, my heart thudding. I had never been so panic-struck of being caught in all the eighteen class of my life. We were half-naked, faces smeared in cunny cream, and in Tabitha 's bed. Even without the tentacles, we were behaving so poorly.
Proper young women did not ... engage in gay woman sex. No matter how rattling it was.
The threshold handle turned.
Tabitha, her eyes as encompassing as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our hind end. We lifted our pelvic arch, shoving our leg 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 hair fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a white nightgown, her bombastic bosom swelling the front. shuffle lacing decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her chin as she walked in.
"Oh, I see,"she said, her spokesperson speaking with a refined enunciation."Did you two have hysterics that needed to be cured ?"
I blushed while Tabitha said,"Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a terrible country, our bellies wax of kerfuffle, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able-bodied to get a good night 's rest if we ... did n't ... do that."
The prefect gave us a grinning."I am glad to see you girls are helping therapeutic the other 's hysteric. We ca n't have our young woman squirming in class or up half the nighttime ineffective to sleep. You are here to get an education, and we ca n't do that if your pitiable cunnies are distracting you."
I blinked in astonishment. There had been soupcon all day that this schooltime ... approved of lesbian demeanor, all under the pretence of curing a medical consideration. I had heard of female person hysterics, of course, I just never realized the cure was so stimulating and wonderful.
Or so sinful.
My mother had visited the Doctor to take her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to imagine the wizened, old man licking my female parent 's pussy or fingering her clitoris to bring about paroxysms of rapture to cure her.
No wonder she went at least once a 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 closely grin."If you are this loud again, I will issue demerits and direct you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand ?"
"Yes, Prefect,"Tabitha and I said together.
"Well, have a good Night,"smiled Geneva."And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever need it, my room is just down the Asaph Hall. I am always willing to facilitate a Whitney Moore Young Jr. char achieve the pinnacle of health. It would be my pleasure."Her voice was throaty with those last words, her middle smoky.
My pussy itched and flutters ran through me as the older girl closed the room access behind us.
I squirmed as the secretiveness deepened. The luminosity from our oil lamp flickered through the room. electrical energy had n't spread this far into the country yet. I am sure it would someday. Electric brightness were such marvel. All of British capital glowed at night these days.
Tabitha stared at me, her freckled face paler than common."Henrietta,"she said, using my entire name instead of Eta for the low time, her voice breathless,"what were those that came out of your cunny ?"
"Tentacles,"I said, my heart clenching in fear.
Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.
My friend swallowed."Can you explain why you have tentacles that come out of your pussy ? Are you a nut ? do you go in a traveling carnival ?"
I bit my lip. Tell her, urged Merita. She 's already seen them. I 'm certain she 'll understand.
Right. She 'll understand that an alien possessed me.
Sarcasm is very annoying, Henrietta. It is considered quite raw to my people. Tell her. I 'm sure she 'll understand and even come to like them. Remember how much you like my tentacles.
I flushed. I had. They were wonderful. I glanced at my friend, staring into her honey oil eye. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable young woman. I licked my lips, tasting her tart kitty-cat again as she trembled.
"Okay, when I went out for a walkway, I saw a shooting star and it crashed ..."
I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at first, the strange luminosity and beeping sounds of her spaceship. How she had made beloved to me with her tentacles and healed my body and merged into me.
"And she 's an ... stranger. Like from another planet ?"
I nodded my head.
"From Venus ?"
Why do your people keep thinking that ? Urania is a atrocious place. It 's defective than Mars.
I giggled."No, no, she 's not from Venus. She finds it odd we think that."
"fountainhead, it 's Venus. Where else would a beautiful, female alien who likes to cure hysterics comes from ?"Tabitha asked."Not from Red Planet 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 interpret Pearson 's cartridge ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting good. The tripods are out and they have heat shaft of light and they 're marauding across the English people countryside."
"Oh, a news report,"I said and wrinkled my poke."No, I do n't read Book about ... aliens. And invasions."
"You should. So she 's not from Venus."
"She 's from a different satellite around a unlike sun,"I answered."Way far away."
"Wow,"Tabitha said, a immense smile on her face."This is amazing."
Tabitha fell back on her pillow, typeface painted by the lantern. She licked her lips and let out a squirm 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 incorrect to restrain"curing"each other. Especially with tongues and lips, 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 hymen and buried into my depths. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her process. It was so wonderful feeling her slide in and out of my cunny.
"And you even sucked on her tentacle ... like it was a prick."
My centre widened."What ? Sucking on a motherfucker ?"
Tabitha nodded her head."My maid was such a wicked girl. She told me that even gentleman's gentleman loved having their dicks sucked. A little oral pleasure, and there was no risk of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to retain a gentleman 's care on me during suit and win his affection and spousal relationship marriage 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. Penises are the risky. They 're just disgusting.
"You used your mouthpiece on my cunny,"Tabitha pointed out.
"That 's different. I was n't satiating a man 's vile lusts, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassuring. It was n't sex between us—sinful, sapphic sex—but two girlfriend helping each other out. The fact it was the most wonderful thing in the world only made the job a pleasure to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."
"And I was having fun until your ... tentacles sprouted."Tabitha 's hand touched my bare thigh. My nightgown had n't gone all the way down to my leg beneath the back. She slid eminent, pressing beneath my gown.
My kitty fluttered.
"And ... well ... I was wondering ... if you could ... cure my hysteric with your tentacles ?"
Oh, that sounds howling, Merita purred. You 'll love it.
I had a feeling I would.
I nodded my header."Gladly. Only ... I do n't sleep together how to defecate them come out."I concentrated, pushing down with my puss, trying to pressure them out. I groaned, straining, but they did not come out. Merita ?
Hmm, this is an unusual case. But I imagine Tabitha only has to stimulate you and they will appear.
"Well, I think I can make them come out,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speech production in my mind.
Tabitha leaned in and her LISP kissed mine. They were so luscious 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 other, kissing in the vulgar French fashion.
But it did n't sense vulgar with her deal stroking up and down my second joint, sending tingling flutter racing to my twat. I shifted, my juice flowing as I savored her lips. They were so wonderful. My eye meter faster and faster, sending a rush of joy through my body.
I think I loved her.
Tabitha broke the kiss. A smile ranch across her freckled cheeks."I like kissing you."
"Me, too,"I said, a little breathless.
"And you 're nipples are so hard. Look at them."Tabitha eyes flicked down to my nipple poking at the linen."They want to be played with, too."
She leaned down, her red pilus caressing my face, and sucked on my pap through my nightgown. Her spittle soaked through the textile, warm and wet. My nipple 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 agitate. Stimulate me and pullulate my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your body. We 'll cause such a wonderful time."
Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. Her fingers crept in high spirits on my thigh, pushing up my nightgown. It was so hot all of a sudden, the covers smothering us. I pushed them down as she sucked on my nipple, exposing our legs.
Her digit reached my pussy. She stroked at my blonde whorl as she kissed over to my other mammilla and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen textile rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.
The hysterical fluttering built in my stomach. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blonde lock, only stroking the edges of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my fingers digging into the weather sheet beneath us.
"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming ontogenesis in my depths."More, more. You have to touch my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, stop teasing me."
"But it 's so practically fun to tease you,"grinned Tabitha. She looked at me, her face hovering over the two wet spots on my nightgown.
Yes, she is a naughty minx, Merita purred. You should touch her back. Stimulate her and she 'll energise you.
I liked that estimation. As Tabitha leaned down to suck on my nipples through my nightgown—going back and forth between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my bridge player up her face and fondled her rhythm titty. Hers were bad than mine. I squeezed it through her night-robe, bringing a groan from her lips.
Her digit brushed my clitoris.
I kneaded and played with her breast. Her nipple stood out hard against her night-robe, begging to be touched. I moved up to the laces keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the first base tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the bit and slipped my hired man down the straw man of her dressing gown.
"Etta,"she moaned between suction as my bare manus cupped her breast, her pap rubbing into my laurel wreath."Ooh, yes, I like that."
Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my pussy lips. She made longer and longer striking, sliding up and down my slit and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so punishing between my finger's breadth and yet soft at the same time. She moaned every prison term I rolled it.
Her fingers rubbed firmly at my kitty-cat. She no longer teased me. I groaned, my toes curling as she coaxed out my pussy tentacles. My legs spread wider and wider as the squirming in my deepness grew and grew.
"Tabitha,"I moaned, my toes curling. My finger pinched her nipple hard."I think ... yes, yes, I think they 're about to sprout."
"Do it,"she moaned, her fingers sliding up and rubbing hard at my button."Let them out. I want you to cure my hysterics. Do it."
My pussy clenched, squirmed. The pleasure swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my pussy. They brushed my thigh and then her hired man as my coming salvo inside of me.
Juices flooded out with my tentacles, coating them. They rose into the air, purple and glistening with my succus. 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 pussy tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your lips, stretching you open. 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 arms or stage. I could feel them, curb them. It was n't difficult either even though there were four of them. I wiggled them, bringing a giggle from Tabitha 's lips.
She clapped her script."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't jazz what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the spate of them stir such rattling to-do through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysteric cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red haircloth spilling around her human face and falling down to brush mine."testament you care my hysterics ? Pretty please ?"
I grinned at her, eagre to use my new tentacles.
Our tentacles, Merita corrected. And you will enjoy using them. They are so sensitive.
"I can order that, Tabitha,"I smiled, eager to find out out if Merita was correct.
Tabitha rained candy kiss on my fount as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red hair tickled my face as her hot sassing moved about my face and temple. Then she kissed my pry and finally my lips. That osculation was n't a peck, but hot, tarry, making my tentacles wave and undulated as excitement flooded out of my cunny.
Then she broke the kiss, a Brobdingnagian grin on her face and bolted up. She shifted on her knees, her titty 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 succus,"grinned Tabitha."And you smell delicious."
Tabitha leaned over and licked at my tentacle. She dragged her tongue up it. My body twitched and spasmed. Her knife rose higher and higher, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my mamilla, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendages to encounter with.
Remembering how much Merita loved it when I sucked on her tentacle in my dream, I brought one to my mouth. It bent over and lowered down to my brim. I sucked on it, tasting my honeyed musk staining the tentacle.
My pussycat clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The delight rippled down my tentacle to my kitty-cat, sending wonderful hurly burly through me. I sucked harder, wiggling More and more of my tentacle into my mouth.
Yes, yes, that is luscious, Merita moaned in my mind.
It is. These are amazing. Ooh, I love them.
Tabitha, a twinkle in her special K eye, reached the tip of my second tentacle. She swirled her clapper about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My middle widened. double up the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a shake of delight shot through me.
I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in delight. My cheeks hollowed as I cleaned all my juices off. My center fluttered. Pleasure rippled down my tentacle. I shuddered as Tabitha swirled her spit about the tip of the other, her handwriting stroking me.
My hand shot out, grasping her knee through her dressing nightie, clenching it as the hot delight rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new sensations rippled through me. They were so wicked 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 marvellous, Merita.
She purred in delight and, for a moment, I felt our thoughts kiss. It was animal, a burning rippling that washed across my nous. I bucked again and then shot out the two remaining tentacles right for Tabitha.
One went high. The purple outgrowth dived into her untied bodice, smearing my pussy emollient across her dresser 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 pap and batted it.
The irregular went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her satiny thighs 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 appendage. I slid the tip up and down her slit, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, striking the minuscule nub then slid down her wet lips and brushed her hymen.
Oh, she is dripping wet, Merita. Can you fell it ?
Yes, the alien purred, her opinion caressing mine. She 's so wet and juicy. And her maidenhead ... Oh, I get that wonderful thrill of taking her virginity, too.
Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so wicked just to suppose. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the membrane stretched over her pussy. There were muddle in her maidenhead, but were too belittled for the tentacle to wiggle 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 protagonist fell onto her back, squirming as she stroked and sucked on one tentacle while another two caressed her pussy 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 eyes widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her hands tightened on it. Such wonderful delight spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my body. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my other hand found my button and frigged it.
Oh, that 's wonderful, I thought to Merita while moaning about my tentacle. I forced more of it into my mouth. I coiled against the back of my throat.
push button 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."Melody, yes, yes. You 're tentacles are amazing. Oh, yes. I 'm going to ... to ..."
Her body bucked. Wordless outcry of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a perfect O. Her fit spasmed her consistency. Hot juice flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her trembling body and orgasming cunny.
"Etta,"she gasped, eyes squeezing shut."Oh, Etta, yes, yes, yes. These tentacles are marvelous. I 'm so glad you met Merita."
Me, too, Merita purred.
Yes, I agreed.
The tentacle, f reed from Tabitha 's mouth, ached for sensory faculty. I shoved it down her dressing nightdress and wrapped it about her former white meat. I squeezed them both. They pressed up into her dressing down, the tentacles writhing beneath, rubbing her mamilla, savoring how they felt against her skin.
She spasmed again, gasping, her brass turning as say as her whisker. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to take her maidenhead. But I had to ask her. I had to make for certain it was what she wanted.
I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my booster, struggling to suspire, my heart hammering in my chest. Her pussy was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and palpate her around me.
"Can I ... ?"
"Yes,"nodded Tabitha."Pluck my cherry. Do it ! I want to find you in me, Etta. Your tentacles are so wonderful."
I kissed my friend hard on the lips as I pressed my tentacle against her pussy. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my early two tentacles constricting fast about her tits. Her hymen resisted, stretched.
And then tore.
I moaned into her kiss as I sank my tentacle into the depths of her puss. Hot, wet, silky, delicious material body engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my supporter 's untouched cunny, savoring the pleasure of taking her maidenhead.
Of making her a woman.
It 's a wonderful giving she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her phonation. And she 's so tight and wet. Oh, yes. She 's wonderful. Do n't you bonk it ? Do n't you love how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so mild and silken, Henrietta ?
Yes !
I trembled as I fucked my tentacle in and out of Tabitha 's cunny, our tongues dancing together. Her soma squeezed down on my tentacle. The pleasure rippled down the process. My toes curled. My digit danced laborious on my clit, the two pleasures mixing, swirling, merging.
Merita, I moaned.
Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's feel the marvelous convulsion. Let her cunny curative our hysterics.
I broke my kiss with Tabitha and gasped,"Yes, yes, yes."
Her heart widened as the pleasance burst out of my kitty. My tentacles pulsed. They expanded and contracted as the delight washed through me and splashed against my mine. Her snatch stretched and clenched about my tentacles as it pulsed, the others squeezing her tit harder.
"Are you ... ?"Her eye widened."From taking my cherry red ? You 're orgasming ?"
"Cumming,"I moaned, spasming."You feel bewilder, 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. continue working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's amazing. Oh, yes. I can feel you so deep in me, Etta. dear 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 pleasure built inside of me was I pumped my appendage. The early two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's breasts, teasing her nipple.
But the 4th had zippo 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 unoccupied one around behind me. It pulled up my dressing gown and fondle my ass, wet with my saliva. I groaned, my sphincter clenching as I slithered it between my butt-cheeks.
"Yes, yes, yes, heal my hysterics,"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 head in agreement as the tip of my tentacle rubbed at my sphincter.
I felt the puckered, wrinkled chess opening, stirring around it. The strange sensations snap to my pussycat as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her light-green oculus twinkled. She reached out and seized my unblock hand.
"What are you doing with that one-fourth tentacle ?"Tabitha asked, her voice breathy.
"Pushing it into my rectum,"I answered, my eyes bugging as my anatomical sphincter gave away.
The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.
"You 're buggering yourself ?"asked Tabitha, her eyes widening."Creator have mercy, that 's so dirty."
I nodded my head, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter muscle. My bowels stretched. The burning sensation swelled as my appendage slithered deeper. My back arched, my dickhead 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 hips humping."You are so filthy. I love it, Etta. I love you."
Our lips met in another kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, slick pussy and the early in my tight, velvety bowels. Both holes felt so different, but equally wonderful. I trembled, my tongue playing with hers, our men held tight.
My meat heartbeat so fast with excitement.
Love her, whispered Merita. 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 intestine clenched down on them. So many sensations rippled through my body : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's white meat, the others reaming our holes, the burning delight radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the sweet soupcon of her lips.
And her hands ...
Tabitha grasped my small hillock through my nightgown. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my nipples. It was such a wonderful, wicked champion, sending shudder radiating through my torso. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.
Oh, yes, that 's terrific, Merita moaned. Fuck her harder. piece of ass us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to sense that wonderful bliss again.
Me, too.
It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the temperance womanhood railing against. Like inebriant or opium. She did n't want to give up the paroxysms of delight. She loved them. They were wonderful no issue how ungodly it was.
"Oh, Tabitha,"I moaned, breaking our buss as she pinched my tit through my gown."Your cunny ... So hot. Oh, I love fucking you."
"And how does it fell to sodomize yourself ?"Her immature middle twinkled.
"So beat. It is different than being in your cunny. But soooo wonderful. Oh, my bowels are so tight on my tentacles."I shuddered, ramming my tentacles in deep, loving the duel delight of the my gut caressing my outgrowth which caressed my bowels. They fluttered through me, building inside of me.
A massive paroxysm of delight swelled in the deepness of my pussy.
"Oh, you have to bugger me next time,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my release. heal my hysterics."Her fingers pinched hard on my tit."Please, please. I love you so much. Fix me."
"Yes !"
I rammed my tentacle deep into her pussy. The others assaulted her teat, writhing beneath her gown. Tabitha 's eyes rolled back in her promontory. She trembled and moaned. Her sass opened into a wide O.
And she came.
I gasped at the hot feel of her kitty-cat spasming about my plunging appendage. The silky friction increased, shooting wicked delight down my body. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her pegleg brushing mine beneath the covers.
"Oh, Etta, oh, yes. bang you. So good."
The feel of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the edge. It was the final stimulation I needed. The paroxysms exploded in the profundity of my pussy. The paries convulsed about the four tentacles extending from my sex. My bowels 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 mind, trembling in delight as our thoughts hugged each other. So good. Yes, yes, yes.
The pleasure boiled through me. The bliss peaked in me. I gasped, my back arching. All my tentacles pulsed, expanding and contracting. Tabitha groaned, her pussy clenching down on my tentacle, her pussy stretched encompassing open up over and over.
"Cumming again,"she moaned through clenched teeth."Oh, yes. Your tentacles are the inviolable best. Thank you, give thanks you."
"You 're so very welcome,"I moaned and then sighed, my blonde hairsbreadth spilling about my sweaty face.
Drowsy pleasure descended on me. My organic structure buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my pussy. Then they were gone and I was a normal fille again. My deal took Tabitha 's as we stared in each other 's faces in the flickering lamp spark. She rolled over quickly and extinguished the fire before flopping on the bed, a grinning on her face.
"That was the best."
I nodded my school principal and did n't refuse as she pulled me in for a sweet-scented kiss. Our arms held each other. My centre closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our heads pillowed side-by-side. It was such a long, exciting day.
I fell into sleep.
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Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her judgement. The alien 's thought still buzzed from the marvellous coming. But as she drifted off into sleep, a spindle of trouble shot through her. She was stranded on the primitive satellite and the core of her spaceship was missing.
It contained nanites. If she had any hope of fixing her ship, she had to retrieve it. And before any human being found it. That could be black. The nanites were separated from the ship 's computer, not under any control.
Merita had no idea how they would respond if they came in tangency with a human. Tomorrow, I need to win over Henrietta to leave her school and discover it.
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Miss Marilynn Gully was the newest teacher at the Kensington Boarding schoolhouse. A lesbian, she had been eager to put down a job at the school. It was whispered in the Mexican valium she moved through—women who understood the pleasure that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its female body towards the pleasures of the feminine, using hysterics as a guise to preface sapphic pleasures.
"Miss Marilynn, I thought we came out to walk,"the maiden Daisy said, her voice squeaking with fear.
"We are walking,"Marilynn answered as she led the way through the fog."I can hear the noise. It definitely fell here."
Marilynn was a youth woman, her viridity dress tight about her physical structure, cut to enhance her rather generous bosom. Her auburn hair fell in Robert Floyd Curl Jr. about her face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her hair's-breadth, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting star 's fiery plunge.
"But, missy Marilynn, I did n't call back you meant a actual walk of life. Out in the fog. I thought we were gon na ..."
"Have sexual intercourse ? Yes, so did I."
It had been Marilynn 's aim when she set out with the girl to enjoy the maid 's lush trunk. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A brown-haired, freckled facial expression girl of eighteen dressed in her maid 's duster. She was fetching, stirring a lech between Marilynn 's thighs to enjoy the girl.
It was n't surd. The school earned its reputation as a oasis of lesbian body process. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walk, it was n't long before she had the maidservant pinned against a shake off, their lips encounter in a hungry osculation. Marilynn 's hands slid up the maid 's body and found the tie-in to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lacing and dipped her mitt inside.
Warm, one shot breasts. tit hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her twat burn for Daisy 's lips licking and nuzzling. The teacher would make enjoyed a spectacular coming on Daisy 's mouth.
And then the shooting maven flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery mania. It was so low and then impacted near the schooltime. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the thrill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to school for the student to study was too much for her to pass up.
She could always bask Daisy 's sweet mouth after they found it.
"But it 's so darkness, miss,"Daisy said, fear midst in her phonation."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are fairies out here. They like to play tricks on people."
"Fairies are not substantial,"laughed Marilynn."homo have always had a predilection towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical entry to the Philosophy of Mythology. humans strive to find out a explanation for rude upshot, but without a scientific groundwork, they allow their poetic side to create trajectory of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here."
"Then what is making that audio ?"Daisy asked.
The phone 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 mechanics on a farm. Maybe a atmospheric pressure vessel has sprung a leak. It would excuse the hissing."
"What kind 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 auditory sensation. Let 's go back to the schooltime, Miss. You can explore inside my bodice again. Your hand was very nice."
"Tempting, but I am curious."
The hushing grew louder. She crept through the wet grass. A light pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a vivid light, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric. Strange, I did n't think electrical energy had reached out here.
"Miss,"groaned Daisy again."See, it 's fagot. They 're luring us in. We 'll be walking into a bog or something. They like to play tricks."
"Silly miss, it is not a faggot. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a vernacular effect at dark. Humans sense are optimized for day, not the nocturnal."
The fog billowed, exposing a silver gray canister embedded in the soil like it had fallen from a not bad top. A light pulsed on top of it, a beacon that flashed not from an external bulb but from the metal itself. A scissure ran across the side and something hissed out, a gas darker than the fog.
"What is it, Miss ?"Daisy asked, her voice farther behind, holding back.
"I do n't know,"Marilynn said. She moved closer, peering at the scissure. She bent down, sniffing but detected no noxious exhaust fumes. She reached out her hand and waved it through the fog. It clung to her finger. Something was suspended in the gas, Shirley Temple, oily. It swelled down her finger, moving, reaching, alive.
She jumped back and gave a fright as the taint bed covering. The gas, once billowing out in a straight stream, moved and roll. It reached towards her like a gaseous serpent. The instructor screamed, her marrow hammering, and turned to take flight as the fog engulfed her body.
The smarmy substance filled her sass and anterior naris. 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 take a breath as more and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.
The globe fuzzed dark and she fell onto her case as the nanites went to lick on changing her body.
To be continued ...