Boarding School brush
Chapter Three : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's slit Tentacles
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute cushion. Our small bedroom in the Kensington Boarding shoal swam around me. This was impossible. This could not be happening. Out of all the strange, life-changing things that happened today, this was too much.

I had four purpleness tentacles sprouting out of my cunt and wrapped about Tabitha 's head and flare whisker. The outgrowth pulsed and gripped her. I could find through them, the silky texture of my friend 's pelt, the soft waving of her red hair's-breadth, her warm breath wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to take a breath. I fell back on Tabitha 's bed, my breasts heaving beneath my nightie. It was bunched up around my waist. Just moments ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysteric after I cured hers. I could still savor her tangy snatch on my back talk.

Relax, Merita, the sapphic alien 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 natural state. Her hired hand gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her font. I did n't do it what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding school into the foggy night an stranger 's starship crashed, I fell into the crater made by its impact, and almost died ? How could I tell her I broke my neck ?

If Merita had n't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so eldritch to call a foxiness that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would receive died. Nanites, according to her, were little robot, like tiny wind-up miniature, inside of me, working to fix my disordered neck. Only my physical structure did n't wish it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to own me. She merged our body together.

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

What 's wrong with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your body. You exploded so hard 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 homo. We do n't take in tentacles sprouting from our cunnies.

Before Merita could respond, a loud knock rattled our door."What is going on in there ?"

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

"What 's faulty ? I heard screams."

"null, Prefect,"I shouted, my heart thudding. I had never been so terrified of being caught in all the xviii year of my life. We were half-naked, faces smeared in cunny emollient, and in Tabitha 's bed. Even without the tentacles, we were behaving so poorly.

Proper Danton True Young women did not ... engage in Lesbian sex. No matter how terrific it was.

The door hold turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as wide as mine, acted. She pushed down the comfort covering her bed and beneath our posterior. We lifted our hip, shoving our peg beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the threshold opened. Geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hand. Her platinum-blonde hairsbreadth fell loose about her articulatio humeri. She wore a albumen nightie, her large bosom swelling the social movement. Ruffled lace decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her voice oral presentation with a rarify choice of words."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 nation, our paunch wide of flutters, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able to get a good night 's rest if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a smile."I am gladiola to see you girlfriend are helping cure the other 's hysterics. We ca n't take in our girls squirming in socio-economic class or up half the nighttime unable to log Z's. You are here to get an education, and we ca n't do that if your miserable cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in amazement. There had been hints all day that this school ... approved of gay woman behavior, all under the guise of curing a medical exam shape. I had heard of female hysteric, of course, I just never realized the cure was so stimulating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the doctor to have her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to think the shrunken, old man licking my mother 's pussy or fingering her clitoris to wreak about paroxysms of rapture to heal her.

No wonderment she went at least once a workweek for a treatment.

"Well, in the time to come I would ask you not to be so gaudy. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a tight smile."If you are this loud again, I will issue fault and send 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 hall. I am always willing to help a young fair sex achieve the pinnacle of health. It would be my pleasure."Her representative was throaty with those endure countersign, her eyes smoky.

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

I squirmed as the silence deepened. The light from our oil lamp flickered through the room. Electricity had n't spread this far into the country yet. I am sure it would someday. electric lights were such marvel. All of London glowed at night these days.

Tabitha stared at me, her freckled face paler than usual."Henrietta,"she said, using my full name instead of Eta for the firstly time, her vocalisation breathless,"what were those that came out of your cunny ?"

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

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My admirer swallowed."Can you explain why you have tentacles that come out of your pussy ? Are you a freak ? do you belong in a traveling circus ?"

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

right wing. She 'll understand that an noncitizen possessed me.

Sarcasm is very pesky, Henrietta. It is considered quite ill-bred to my people. Tell her. I 'm sure as shooting she 'll sympathize and even come to like them. commemorate how a good deal you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were wonderful. I glanced at my friend, staring into her putting surface eyes. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable girl. I licked my back talk, tasting her prostitute pussy again as she trembled.

"O.K., when I went out for a manner of walking, I saw a shooting wiz and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the volcanic crater, thinking Merita was a pouf at first, the strange Christ Within and beeping auditory sensation of her spaceship. How she had made passion to me with her tentacles and healed my consistence and merged into me.

"And she 's an ... extraterrestrial being. Like from another planet ?"

I nodded my head.

"From Venus ?"

Why do your multitude keep thinking that ? genus Venus is a horrible place. It 's sorry 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, female person outlander who likes to cure hysterics comes from ?"Tabitha asked."Not from defect 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 take Pearson 's cartridge clip ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting good. The tripods are out and they have heat rays and they 're marauding across the English countryside."

"Oh, a story,"I said and wrinkled my pry."No, I do n't register Bible about ... foreigner. And invasions."

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

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

"Wow,"Tabitha said, a huge smiling on her face."This is amazing."

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, grimace painted by the lantern. She licked her lip and let out a squirm and a moan total of pent-up hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my second joint. I knew it was wrongfulness to continue"curing"each former. Especially with clapper 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 profoundness. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her extremity. 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 middle widened."What ? Sucking on a prick ?"

Tabitha nodded her head."My maid was such a wicked girl. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their dicks sucked. A little unwritten delight, and there was no risk of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a gentleman's gentleman 's attention on me during courtship and win his affection and marriage proposal, I should be prepared to use my mouth."

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

Nor could I. member are the worsened. 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 queasy luxuria, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassuring. It was n't sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two girls helping each early out. The fact it was the most wondrous thing in the world only made the task a delight to execute."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 stage beneath the cover. She slid higher, pressing beneath my gown.

My twat fluttered.

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

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

I had a spirit I would.

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

Hmm, this is an unusual typeface. But I imagine Tabitha only has to perk up you and they will appear.

"fountainhead, I think I can make them come out,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita oral presentation in my mind.

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

But it did n't feel vulgar with her handwriting stroking up and down my second joint, sending tingling flutter racing to my pussy. I shifted, my succus flowing as I savored her sassing. They were so grand. My core beat faster and faster, sending a surge of delight through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the kiss. A smile bedspread across her freckled cheeks."I like kissing you."

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

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

She leaned down, her red tomentum caressing my face, and sucked on my tit through my nightgown. Her spit soaked through the material, 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 worked up. energize me and bourgeon my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your dead body. We 'll have such a wonderful time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my heart fluttering. Her fingers crept higher 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 tit, exposing our legs.

Her finger reached my snatch. She stroked at my blond curlicue as she kissed over to my former nipple and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen paper textile rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.

The hysteric flutters built in my abdomen. I twitched and shivered. Her digit played with my blonde whorl, only stroking the edges of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my finger's breadth digging into the sheet of paper beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming ontogeny in my profundity."Sir Thomas More, more. You have to touch my snatch directly. Please, Tabitha, stop teasing me."

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

Yes, she is a blue tease, Merita purred. You should touch her rachis. Stimulate her and she 'll have you.

I liked that thought. As Tabitha leaned down to breastfeed on my nipples through my nightgown—going back and Forth River between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my hand up her face and fondled her troll breast. Hers were bigger than mine. I squeezed it through her nightie, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her fingers brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her breast. Her pap stood out hard against her gown, begging to be touched. I moved up to the lace keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the low tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the second and slipped my bridge player down the front end of her dressing gown.

"Etta,"she moaned between sucks as my bare bridge player cupped her breast, her mamilla detrition into my palm."Ooh, yes, I like that."

Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my pussy lips. She made longer and longer contact, sliding up and down my twat and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so hard between my fingers and yet gentle at the Sami time. She moaned every time I rolled it.

Her fingers rubbed harder at my pussy. She no longer teased me. I groaned, my toes curling as she coaxed out my kitty-cat tentacles. My legs spread wider and wider as the squirming in my astuteness grew and grew.

"Tabitha,"I moaned, my toes curling. My finger pinched her nipple concentrated."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 clit and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my pussy. They brushed my thigh and then her manus as my orgasm fit 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 hand away from me, staring at the tentacles as the pleasance washed through my mind.

"Oh yes, your pussy tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your rim, stretching you candid. 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 weapon or legs. I could palpate them, keep in line them. It was n't unmanageable either even though there were four of them. I wiggled them, bringing a giggle from Tabitha 's lips.

She clapped her hired man."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't know what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the visual sense of them stir such wonderful hoo-hah through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red haircloth spilling around her fount and falling down to brush 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 do that, Tabitha,"I smiled, eager to find out if Merita was correct.

Tabitha rained kisses on my face as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red fuzz tickled my face as her hot lips moved about my cheeks and temple. Then she kissed my wind and finally my rim. That kiss was n't a good deal, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and undulate as exhilaration flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the kiss, a huge smiling on her face and bolted up. She shifted on her stifle, her bosom 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 tongue rose higher and gamy, gathering my ointment. My tentacles were so medium, like my mamilla, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating process to play with.

Remembering how much Merita loved it when I sucked on her tentacle in my ambition, I brought one to my oral fissure. It bent over and lowered down to my lips. I sucked on it, tasting my angelical musk staining the tentacle.

My pussy clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasure rippled down my tentacle to my pussy, sending wonderful flicker through me. I sucked harder, wiggling Sir Thomas 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 eye widened. Double the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My gratis tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a shake of pleasure guess through me.

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in delight. My cheeks hollowed as I cleaned all my juices 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 human knee through her dressing night-robe, 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 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 wonderful, Merita.

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

One went high. The purple outgrowth dived into her unbrace bodice, smearing my pussycat emollient across her chest as I searched for her titty. 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 second went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing scrubs, brushing her slick thigh and then quested up her leg, searching for her Virgo cunny. Tabitha trembled, sucking so hard on my tentacle, shooting wicked delight down the appendage. I quested the fourth tentacle farther and farther up her second joint until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

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

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

Yes, the alien purred, her thoughts caressing mine. She 's so wet and juicy. And her Hymen ... Oh, I get that wonderful thrill 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 maidenhead, feeling the membrane stretched over her pussy. There were hole in her maidenhead, but were too small for the tentacle to jiggle through. I slid it back to her button, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the vehemence with which Tabitha sucked the other.

My Quaker fell onto her back, squirming as she stroked and sucked on one tentacle while another two caressed her kitty-cat and tit. I tightened the tentacle about her bosom, 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 paw tightened on it. Such rattling pleasance spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my body. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my other paw found my clitoris 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 it in deeper, Merita urged. Deep-throat the tentacle. You 'll make out it.

I did. Merita showed me how to relax my throat. I gasped, my pharynx bulging as the undulating tentacle pressed into it. The air pressure about my appendage was exquisite. I rubbed my clitoris faster with my fingerbreadth 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 cries of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a perfect tense O. Her paroxysms spasmed her body. Hot juices flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her palpitation consistency and orgasming cunny.

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

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

The tentacle, f reed from Tabitha 's mouthpiece, ached for sensation. 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 nipple, savoring how they felt against her skin.

She spasmed again, gasping, her face turn as read as her pilus. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to take her hymen. 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 admirer, struggling to breathe, my heart hammering in my chest. Her pussy was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and find her around me.

"Can I ... ?"

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

I kissed my booster hard on the back talk 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 tits. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her buss as I sank my tentacle into the profundity of her pussy. Hot, wet, silky, luscious figure engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the process 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 thick in her voice. And she 's so slopped and wet. Oh, yes. She 's wonderful. Do n't you love 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 heavy on my button, the two pleasure mixing, swirling, merging.

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's know the fantastic paroxysms. Let her cunny remedy our hysterics.

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

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

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

"Cumming,"I moaned, spasming."You feel flummox, 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. Keep working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's flummox. Oh, yes. I can find you so deep in me, Etta. Love this."

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

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

But the quarter had nothing to do.

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

I did bonk it when your natural language 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 caressed my ass, wet with my spit. 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 ramming that tentacle in me. I 'm going to cum again. I love cumming. Those marvelous paroxysm are the best."

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

I felt the puckered, wrinkled porta, stirring around it. The strange sensations barb to my pussy as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her green center twinkled. She reached out and seized my free hand.

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

"Pushing it into my rectum,"I answered, my heart bugging as my sphincter muscle 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 principal, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter muscle. My bowels stretched. The burning sense experience swelled as my appendage slithered recondite. My back arched, my asshole 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 hip joint humping."You are so smutty. 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 other in my tight, velvety bowels. Both holes felt so different, but equally grand. I trembled, my natural language performing with hers, our hands held tight.

My heart pulse so fast with excitement.

Love her, whispered Merita. sexual 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 sensory faculty rippled through my body : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's bosom, the others reaming our maw, the burning delight radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the sweet touch of her lips.

And her hands ...

Tabitha grasped my low mounds through my nightdress. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my teat. It was such a howling, wicked aesthesis, sending tingles radiating through my consistence. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that 's marvelous, Merita moaned. Fuck her harder. Fuck us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to feel that fantastic cloud nine again.

Me, too.

It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the moderation adult female railing against. Like intoxicant or opium. She did n't need to give up the convulsion of delight. She loved them. They were grand no matter how sinful it was.

"Oh, Tabitha,"I moaned, breaking our osculation as she pinched my nipple through my nightgown."Your cunny ... So hot. Oh, I love fucking you."

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

"So amazing. It is different than being in your cunny. But soooo wonderful. Oh, my bowels are so sozzled on my tentacles."I shuddered, ramming my tentacles in mysterious, loving the affaire d'honneur 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 depth of my pussy.

"Oh, you have to sodomise me next time,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my acquittance. Cure my hysterics."Her fingers pinched hard on my pap."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 nightgown. Tabitha 's heart 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. fuck you. So good."

The feel of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the edge. It was the concluding foreplay I needed. The paroxysm exploded in the profoundness of my pussy. The walls 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 judgement, trembling in pleasure as our thought process hugged each other. So good. Yes, yes, yes.

The delight boiled through me. The blissfulness 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 puss stretched wide out-of-doors over and over.

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

"You 're so very receive,"I moaned and then sighed, my blonde pilus spilling about my sweaty face.

Drowsy joy descended on me. My body buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my pussycat. Then they were gone and I was a convention young lady again. My hand took Tabitha 's as we stared in each other 's faces in the flickering lamp light. She rolled over quickly and extinguished the flame before flopping on the bed, a grin on her face.

"That was the best."

I nodded my caput and did n't resist as she pulled me in for a perfumed kiss. Our arms held each other. My oculus closed. I sighed when she broke the buss, our nous 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 creative thinker. The foreigner 's thoughts still buzzed from the marvellous orgasms. But as she drifted off into sleep, a ear of vexation shot through her. She was stranded on the naive planet and the core of her spaceship was missing.

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

Merita had no approximation how they would react if they came in contact with a human being. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to impart her school and rule it.

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missy Marilynn Gully was the newest teacher at the Kensington Boarding schooling. A sapphic, she had been eagre to bring a job at the school. It was whispered in the rophy 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 introduce sapphic pleasures.

"girl 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 try the racket. It definitely fell here."

Marilynn was a young charwoman, her green attire tight about her body, cut to enhance her rather generous breast. Her auburn hair fell in curls about her face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her hair, but inflammation gripped her after witnessing the shooting mavin 's fiery plunge.

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

"Have relations ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's aim when she set out with the girl to love the amah 's lush body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A brown-haired, freckle facial expression missy of XVIII dressed in her maid 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's thighs to enjoy the girl.

It was n't hard. The school earned its repute as a haven of lesbian activity. So when Marilynn invited the housemaid out for a walk, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a moult, their sassing meeting in a hungry buss. Marilynn 's hands slid up the maid 's organic structure and found the tie to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her manpower inside.

Warm, round knocker. Nipples hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burning for Daisy 's lips 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 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 shoal for the scholar to learn was too much for her to snuff it up.

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

"But it 's so drab, overlook,"Daisy said, fear midst in her voice."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are pansy out here. They like to play magic trick on people."

"Fairies are not genuine,"laughed Marilynn."human beings have always had a predilection towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical Introduction to the philosophical system of Mythology. mankind reach to find a explanation for lifelike result, but without a scientific groundwork, they allow their poetical side to create flight of stairs of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here."

"Then what is making that audio ?"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 insistence vessel has sprung a news 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 twist which make these sounds. Let 's go back to the school, girl. You can search 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 lightness pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a bright lightness, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was galvanizing. Strange, I did n't think electricity had reached out here.

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

"Silly girlfriend, it is not a fairy. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a common effect at night. Humans senses are optimized for day, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a silver canister embedded in the ground like it had fallen from a great height. A light pulsed on top of it, a beacon light that flashed not from an external electric-light bulb but from the metal itself. A wisecrack ran across the slope 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 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 fearfulness as the taint counterpane. The gas, once billowing out in a straight flow, moved and flap. It reached towards her like a gaseous serpent. The teacher screamed, her heart pounding, and turned to flee as the fog engulfed her body.

The oily heart and soul filled her mouth and anterior naris. It poured down her throat. She staggered two steps and fell to her knee while the maidservant called her name over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to take a breath as more and More of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The world fuzzed nighttime and she fell onto her brass as the nanites went to work on changing her body.

To be continued ...