Boarding school Encounter
Chapter Three : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's Pussy Tentacles
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My fondness hammered in absolute shock. Our humble sleeping accommodation in the Kensington embarkment school swam around me. This was unsufferable. This could not be happening. Out of all the strange, life-changing things that happened today, this was too much.

I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my snatch and wrapped about Tabitha 's head and blooming hair. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could sense through them, the silky grain of my acquaintance 's skin, the diffuse waves of her red hair, her affectionate breathing spell 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 gown. It was bunched up around my shank. Just moments ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still taste her sourish kitty on my lips.

Relax, Merita, the lesbian alien possessing my body, whispered in my intellection. Relax. Those are our tentacles. They came out because you grew so worked up. Not that I blame you. Tabitha did a marvellous job licking your pussy.

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

If Merita had n't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so Wyrd to holler a craft that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would let died. Nanites, according to her, were little automaton, like tiny wind-up toys, inside of me, working to fix my broken 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 physical structure together.

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

What 's untimely with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your eubstance. You exploded so surd when I took your virginal membrane 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 make tentacles sprouting from our cunnies.

Before Merita could answer, a tatty bash rattled our door."What is going on in there ?"

The sound of Prefect Hollands 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 slit and were ... gone.

"What 's improper ? I heard screams."

"nothing, Prefect,"I shouted, my bosom thudding. I had never been so terrorize of being caught in all the eighteen years of my living. 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 adult female did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No matter how wonderful it was.

The doorway handle turned.

Tabitha, her middle as wide as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our rears. We lifted our articulatio coxae, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the door opened. Geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her bridge player. Her towheaded tomentum fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a Andrew Dickson White nightgown, her large bosom swelling the movement. Ruffled laces decorated the neckline and brushed the merchant ship of her chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her voice speaking with a down verbiage."Did you two have hysterics that needed to be cured ?"

I blushed while Tabitha said,"Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a awful province, our bellies replete of disturbance, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able to get a in effect night 's balance if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a grinning."I am gladiola to see you girls are helping cure the other 's hysterics. We ca n't have our daughter squirming in class or up half the night unable to sleep. You are here to get an education, and we ca n't do that if your poor cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in astonishment. There had been suggestion all day that this schoolhouse ... approved of Lesbian behavior, all under the pretext of curing a medical condition. I had heard of female hysterics, of class, I just never realized the curative was so stimulating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the Dr. to birth her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to think the shrunken, old man licking my mother 's pussy or fingering her clitoris to convey about paroxysms of rapture to cure her.

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

"well, in the future I would ask you not to be so forte. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a tight smile."If you are this loud again, I will issue demerits and send you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we see ?"

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

"wellspring, have a good night,"smiled Geneva."And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever ask it, my room is just down the hall. I am always volition to help a young cleaning lady achieve the tiptop of wellness. It would be my pleasure."Her voice was throaty with those endure words, her eye smoky.

My kitty itched and flutters ran through me as the older girl closed the door behind us.

I squirmed as the silence deepened. The lightness from our oil lamp flickered through the elbow room. electrical energy had n't spread this far into the rural area yet. I am sure it would someday. electric automobile lights were such marvels. All of London glowed at dark these days.

Tabitha stared at me, her freckled case paler than usual."Henrietta,"she said, using my full name instead of Eta for the firstly clip, her vocalisation 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 freak ? do you belong in a traveling carnival ?"

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

Right. She 'll understand that an alien possessed me.

Sarcasm is very vexation, Henrietta. It is considered quite raw to my people. Tell her. I 'm sure she 'll realize and even come to like them. Remember how much you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were rattling. I glanced at my protagonist, staring into her green eyes. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable girl. I licked my rim, tasting her fancy woman pussy again as she trembled.

"Okay, when I went out for a walking, I saw a pullulate star and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at first, the unusual lights and beeping sounds of her spaceship. How she had made making love to me with her tentacles and healed my body and merged into me.

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

I nodded my head.

"From Urania ?"

Why do your hoi polloi keep thinking that ? Venus is a atrocious place. It 's forged than Mars.

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

"well, it 's Urania. Where else would a beautiful, distaff 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 well 's serial. Do n't you read Pearson 's Magazine ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting good. The tripods are out and they have heat re and they 're marauding across the English countryside."

"Oh, a story,"I said and wrinkled my nose."No, I do n't read account book about ... extraterrestrial. And invasions."

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

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

"Wow,"Tabitha said, a huge smile on her grimace."This is amazing."

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, face 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 incorrectly to hold back"curing"each other. Especially with tongues and lips, but it was so wonderful.

"So ... Merita cured your hysteric 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 member. It was so grand feeling her 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 mind."My maid was such a puckish girlfriend. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their putz sucked. A fiddling oral pleasure, and there was no endangerment of maternity that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a gentleman 's aid on me during courtship and win his warmheartedness and married couple marriage proposal, I should be prepared to use my mouth."

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

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

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

"That 's dissimilar. I was n't satiating a man 's vile lustfulness, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassuring. It was n't sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two female child helping each other out. The fact it was the most grand thing in the macrocosm only made the chore a pleasure to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."

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

My pussy fluttered.

"And ... well ... I was wondering ... if you could ... bring around my hysteric with your tentacles ?"

Oh, that sounds wondrous, Merita purred. You 'll love it.

I had a touch I would.

I nodded my oral sex."Gladly. Only ... I do n't know how to make them number out."I concentrated, pushing down with my pussycat, trying to push them out. I groaned, straining, but they did not appear. Merita ?

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

"Well, I think I can make them look,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speaking in my mind.

Tabitha leaned in and her lisp kissed mine. They were so red-hot and Henry Sweet, adorned with my musk. I groaned, trembling as we shared our kiss. It started out chaste, but soon our tongue were meeting each other, kissing in the vulgar French fashion.

But it did n't palpate 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 sass. They were so grand. My heart beat faster and faster, sending a boot of joy through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the kiss. A smiling spread across her freckled impertinence."I like kissing you."

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

"And you 're mammilla are so hard. attend at them."Tabitha eyes flicked down to my nipples poking at the linen."They want to be played with, too."

She leaned down, her red haircloth caressing my face, and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. Her saliva soaked through the textile, fond 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 sprout my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your body. We 'll have such a marvelous time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. Her fingers crept mellow on my thighs, 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 finger reached my kitty-cat. She stroked at my blonde curls as she kissed over to my early nipple and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen fabric rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.

The hysterical hurly burly built in my stomach. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blonde Robert Curl, only stroking the bound of my cunny. Oh, she was such a teaser. I groaned, my fingerbreadth digging into the sheet beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming ontogeny in my depths."More, more. You have to concern my kitty directly. Please, Tabitha, stop teasing me."

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

Yes, she is a blue vamp, Merita purred. You should equal her back. 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 face and fondled her circle breast. Hers were bigger than mine. I squeezed it through her nightie, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her finger's breadth brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her breast. Her mamilla stood out hard against her nightgown, begging to be touched. I moved up to the laces keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the first tie. The material rasped then came undone. Then I did the moment and slipped my hand down the front of her dressing gown.

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

Tabitha squirmed, her finger's breadth brushing my purulent lip. She made longer and longer tangency, sliding up and down my puss and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so hard between my fingers and yet soft at the same clip. She moaned every time I rolled it.

Her finger rubbed harder at my pussy. She no longer teased me. I groaned, my toes curling as she coaxed out my pussy tentacles. My ramification spread wider and wider as the squirming in my depths 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 clit."Let them out. I want you to cure my hysterics. Do it."

My pussy clenched, squirmed. The delight swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my teat through my nightie. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my pussy. They brushed my thigh and then her hand as my climax burst inside of me.

Juices flooded out with my tentacles, coating them. They rose into the air, purple and glistening with my juice. I gasped and moaned, my tentacles flailing. Tabitha gasped, pulling her men 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 legs. I could palpate them, control 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 helping hand."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't bonk what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the quite a little of them stir such wonderful commotion through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red haircloth spilling around her face and falling down to sweep mine."testament you care my hysterics ? Pretty please ?"

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

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

"I can coiffe that, Tabitha,"I smiled, eager to find out if Merita was correct.

Tabitha rained kisses on my grimace as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red haircloth tickled my font as her hot mouth moved about my cheeks and tabernacle. Then she kissed my olfactory organ and finally my lips. That osculation was n't a peck, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and flap as upheaval flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the osculation, a immense grin on her face and bolted up. She shifted on her human knee, her boob pressing against her dressing nightie as she grasped one of my tentacles. I gasped, shuddering as she stroked it.

"Ooh, it is tricky with your cunny succus,"grinned Tabitha."And you smell delicious."

Tabitha leaned over and licked at my tentacle. She dragged her spit up it. My body twitched and spasmed. Her lingua rose higher and higher, gathering my emollient. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my nipples, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating member to play with.

memory how 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 lips. I sucked on it, tasting my dulcet musk staining the tentacle.

My pussy clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasure rippled down my tentacle to my twat, sending wonderful disruption 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 oculus widened. reduplicate the joy rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of joy blastoff through me.

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in delectation. My brass hollowed as I cleaned all my juices off. My eyes fluttered. Pleasure rippled down my tentacle. I shuddered as Tabitha swirled her natural language about the tip of the other, her hands stroking me.

My hand stroke out, grasping her genu through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot pleasure rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new sensations rippled through me. They were so repellent and wonderful.

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

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

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

One went high. The imperial process dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my pussy cream across her chest as I searched for her breasts. I found one and entwined it. The tentacle slithered around her tit, squeezing it until the tip reached her toilsome teat and batted it.

The second went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her flowing 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 outgrowth. I quested the quaternary tentacle farther and farther up her thigh until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so warm and hot, her curly pubic hair tickling my outgrowth. I slid the tip up and down her puss, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, striking the little nub then slid down her wet lip and brushed her hymen.

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

Yes, the extraterrestrial purred, her persuasion caressing mine. She 's so wet and juicy. And her hymen ... Oh, I get that wonderful chill of taking her virginity, too.

Plucking her hymen. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so wicked just to think. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the tissue layer stretched over her twat. There were gob in her maidenhead, 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 fury 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 cunt and tit. I tightened the tentacle about her knocker, constricting and relaxing, savoring how her tit felt while I flicked and massaged her nipple.

And attacked her clitoris.

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

Oh, that 's fantastic, I thought to Merita while moaning about my tentacle. I forced Sir Thomas More of it into my mouth. I coiled against the back of my throat.

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

I did. Merita showed me how to unlax my pharynx. I gasped, my throat bulging as the undulate tentacle pressed into it. The pressure about my outgrowth was recherche. I rubbed my clitoris faster with my finger and Tabitha 's with my tentacle.

Tabitha pulled the tentacle from her rima oris."melody, yes, yes. You 're tentacles are amazing. Oh, yes. I 'm going to ... to ..."

Her body bucked. Wordless cries of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a perfect O. Her convulsion spasmed her dead body. Hot succus flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clit. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her palpitation eubstance and orgasming cunny.

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

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

The tentacle, f reed from Tabitha 's oral cavity, ached for maven. I shoved it down her dressing gown and wrapped it about her other white meat. 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 expression turning as read as her haircloth. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to postulate her maidenhead. 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 Quaker, struggling to breathe, my heart hammering in my bureau. Her pussycat was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and feel her around me.

"Can I ... ?"

"Yes,"nodded Tabitha."Pluck my cherry. Do it ! I want to feel 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 other two tentacles constricting tight about her mammilla. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her osculation as I sank my tentacle into the depths of her pussy. Hot, wet, silky, delightful build engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the outgrowth deeper and deeper into my protagonist 's untasted cunny, savoring the pleasance of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It 's a wonderful gift she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her voice. And she 's so tight and wet. Oh, yes. She 's wonderful. Do n't you jazz 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 flesh squeezed down on my tentacle. The pleasure rippled down the appendage. My toes curled. My finger danced toilsome on my clitoris, the two pleasures mixing, swirling, merging.

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's experience the grand paroxysms. Let her cunny cure our hysterics.

I broke my 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 bosom harder.

"Are you ... ?"Her centre 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. proceed working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's bewilder. Oh, yes. I can find you so deep in me, Etta. dearest this."

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

She caressed my thought with hers, kissing and loving me as I fucked the tentacle in and out of my protagonist 's cunny. New delight built inside of me was I pumped my process. The other two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's chest, teasing her nipple.

But the fourth had aught to do.

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

I did jazz 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, bring around my hysterics,"moaned Tabitha."Oh, please, please, Etta. keep back ramming that tentacle in me. I 'm going to cum again. I love cumming. Those wonderful convulsion are the best."

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

I felt the puckered, wrinkled gap, stirring around it. The unusual sensations shot to my kitty-cat as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her greenness eyes twinkled. She reached out and seized my free hand.

"What are you doing with that fourth tentacle ?"Tabitha asked, her articulation 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 center widening."Maker have mercy, that 's so dirty."

I nodded my heading, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter. My bowel stretched. The burning sensation swelled as my extremity slithered cryptic. My back arched, my asshole clenching. I gasped, clenching my hands hard on Tabitha 's and my tentacles about her breasts.

"Oh, yes, yes, sodomise yourself,"she hissed, trembling, her hips humping."You are so lousy. I love it, Etta. I love you."

Our sassing met in another kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, slick pussy and the other in my tight, velvety bowels. Both pickle felt so different, but equally wonderful. I trembled, my spit performing with hers, our hands held tight.

My heart rhythm so fast with excitement.

dear 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 bowels clenched down on them. So many adept rippled through my body : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's chest, the others reaming our cakehole, the burning pleasure radiating out of my intestine as I buggered myself, the sweet signature of her lips.

And her deal ...

Tabitha grasped my small hummock through my nightdress. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my nipples. It was such a fantastic, wicked esthesis, sending shiver radiating through my body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that 's wonderful, Merita moaned. ass her harder. shag us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to finger that howling bliss again.

Me, too.

It was habit-forming. A frailty that she had heard the temperance charwoman railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She did n't want to give up the convulsion of delight. She loved them. They were wonderful no matter how sinful it was.

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

"And how does it fell to bugger yourself ?"Her green center twinkled.

"So amazing. 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 thick, loving the duel delight of the my bowel caressing my appendage which caressed my gut. They fluttered through me, building inside of me.

A monumental paroxysm of pleasure swelled in the depths of my pussy.

"Oh, you have to bugger me next clip,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my release. Cure 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 nipples, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha 's center rolled back in her head. She trembled and moaned. Her mouth opened into a wide O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot feel of her pussy spasming about my plunging appendage. The silky friction increased, shooting wicked delight down my body. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her legs brushing mine beneath the covers.

"Oh, Etta, oh, yes. Love you. So good."

The feel of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the bound. It was the final stimulation I needed. The paroxysms exploded in the depths of my pussy. The bulwark convulsed about the four tentacles extending from my sex. My intestine 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 persuasion 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 kitty-cat clenching down on my tentacle, her twat stretched wide unfold over and over.

"Cumming again,"she moaned through clenched teeth."Oh, yes. Your tentacles are the absolute good. Thank you, give thanks 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 organic structure buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my pussy. Then they were gone and I was a normal lady friend again. My hand took Tabitha 's as we stared in each other 's faces in the flickering lamp twinkle. She rolled over quickly and extinguished the flaming before flopping on the bed, a grin on her face.

"That was the best."

I nodded my fountainhead and did n't refuse as she pulled me in for a dulcet kiss. Our arms held each other. My eyes closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our mind 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 psyche. The alien 's thoughts still buzzed from the tremendous orgasms. But as she drifted off into sleep, a spike of worry shooter through her. She was stranded on the primitive planet and the core of her spaceship was missing.

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

Merita had no idea how they would react if they came in contact with a man. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to leave her school and find it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the new teacher at the Kensington embarkment schooltime. A lesbian, she had been tidal bore to set ashore a job at the school. It was whispered in the circles 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 pretence to introduce sapphic pleasures.

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

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

Marilynn was a Pres Young woman, her green dress tight about her body, cut to enhance her rather generous boob. Her auburn tomentum fell in whorl about her aspect. She wished she had worn a cloak as the moistness assaulted her hair, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting star 's fiery plunge.

"But, girl Marilynn, I did n't think you meant a real walk. Out in the fog. I thought we were gon na ..."

"Have intercourse ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's intention when she set out with the girl to enjoy the maid 's lush body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to get her precept. A dark-haired, freckled face girl of 18 dressed in her maid 's gaberdine. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's thighs to enjoy the girl.

It was n't voiceless. The schoolhouse earned its report as a haven of gay woman bodily function. So when Marilynn invited the housemaid out for a walk, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a pour forth, their brim coming together in a hungry buss. Marilynn 's hands slid up the housemaid 's soundbox and found the ties to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her workforce inside.

Warm, round of golf breasts. pap hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burning for Daisy 's backtalk licking and nuzzling. The teacher would have enjoyed a dramatic orgasm on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting virtuoso flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery passion. 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 schooling for the students to consider was too very much for her to pass up.

She could always enjoy Daisy 's sweet oral fissure after they found it.

"But it 's so nighttime, missy,"Daisy said, concern midst in her representative."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are nance out here. They like to flirt whoremonger on people."

"Fairies are not existent,"laughed Marilynn."Humans have always had a orientation towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical Introduction to the Philosophy of Mythology. Humans strive to line up a explanation for instinctive upshot, but without a scientific substructure, they allow their poetic side to create flight of steps of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here."

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

The sound was a rising, hissing, bombination. 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 vessel has sprung a passing water. It would explain the hissing."

"What variety of mechanism would be out here ? It 's zip but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have devices which make these sounds. Let 's go back to the school day, Miss. You can explore inside my bodice again. Your hand was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The hissing grew louder. She crept through the wet grass. A clear pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a vivid Light Within, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric automobile. Strange, I did n't reckon electricity had reached out here.

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

"Silly little girl, it is not a sprite. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a common effect at night. human sensation are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a ash gray canister embedded in the ground like it had fallen from a capital height. A light pulsed on top of it, a beacon that flashed not from an external electric light but from the metal itself. A crack ran across the side of meat and something hissed out, a gas darker than the fog.

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

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

She jumped back and gave a fright as the taint gap. The gas, once billowing out in a true stream, moved and flap. It reached towards her like a gaseous serpent. The teacher screamed, her heart hammer, and turned to flee as the fog engulfed her body.

The unctuous substance filled her mouthpiece and nostrils. It poured down her throat. She staggered two footprint and fell to her knee while the maid called her name over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to breathe as more and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The humankind fuzzed wickedness and she fell onto her face as the nanites went to go on changing her body.

To be continued ...