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

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My affectionateness hammered in absolute shock. Our small bedchamber in the Kensington embarkment School 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 pussy and wrapped about Tabitha 's head and flaming hair. The extremity pulsed and gripped her. I could find through them, the silky texture of my friend 's skin, the soft wave of her red haircloth, her warm 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 white meat heaving beneath my gown. It was bunched up around my waist. Just moments ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still smack her tangy pussy on my lip.

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

Tabitha sucked in another breath and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were wild. Her handwriting gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her face. 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 spaceship 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 weird to call a craft that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would have died. Nanites, according to her, were little zombie, like midget wind-up toy dog, inside of me, working to fix my bump neck opening. 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 bodies together.

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

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

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

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

The auditory sensation of Prefect Geneve bolted care through me and Tabitha. My friend stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her capitulum, reacting to venerate. My lecherousness evaporated, they slithered back inside my snatch and were ... gone.

"What 's legal injury ? I heard screams."

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

Proper youth cleaning lady did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No issue how wonderful it was.

The room access handle turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as wide as mine, acted. She pushed down the comfort covering her bed and beneath our rump. We lifted our pelvic girdle, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the door opened. Geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hand. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a White River nightgown, her prominent embrace swelling the front line. flick lace decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her Kuki-Chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her articulation speaking with a refined diction."Did you two have hysterics that needed to be cured ?"

I blushed while Tabitha said,"Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a fearful state, our venter full of disruption, and that urge had settled in our nethers. We would n't be capable to get a good night 's rest period if we ... did n't ... do that."

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

I blinked in astonishment. There had been wind all day that this school ... approved of tribade doings, all under the pretence of curing a medical condition. I had heard of female hysterics, of course, I just never realized the remedy was so stimulating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

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

No wonderment she went at to the lowest degree once a week for a treatment.

"Well, in the hereafter I would ask you not to be so brassy. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a miserly smile."If you are this loud again, I will issue demerit and send you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand ?"

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

"Well, have a right night,"smiled Geneve."And, delight, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever demand it, my room is just down the hall. I am always willing to help a young woman achieve the peak of wellness. It would be my pleasure."Her spokesperson was throaty with those last words, her eyes smoky.

My puss itched and kerfuffle ran through me as the one-time young woman closed the door behind us.

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

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

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

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My friend swallowed."Can you explain why you have tentacles that come out of your snatch ? Are you a freak ? do you go in a traveling funfair ?"

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

right. She 'll understand that an extraterrestrial possessed me.

irony is very vex, Henrietta. It is considered quite crude to my people. enjoin her. I 'm indisputable she 'll interpret and even come to like them. Remember how very much you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were terrific. I glanced at my supporter, staring into her William Green centre. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable fille. I licked my backtalk, tasting her tart pussy again as she trembled.

"okay, when I went out for a walk, I saw a shooting virtuoso and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at first, the strange lights and beeping speech sound of her spaceship. How she had made dear to me with her tentacles and healed my soundbox and merged into me.

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

I nodded my head.

"From genus Venus ?"

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

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

"fountainhead, it 's genus Venus. 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 Herbert George Wells 's serial. Do n't you read Pearson 's cartridge holder ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting good. The tripods are out and they have heat rays and they 're marauding across the English people countryside."

"Oh, a history,"I said and wrinkled my nose."No, I do n't read playscript about ... outlander. And invasions."

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

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

"Wow,"Tabitha said, a immense smile on her boldness."This is amazing."

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, human face painted by the lantern. She licked her sass and let out a squirm and a moan wax of pent-up hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thighs. I knew it was untimely to celebrate"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 virginal membrane ?"

I nodded again, blushing and remembering how her tentacle had penetrated my virginal membrane and buried into my depths. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her appendage. It was so marvellous 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 pecker ?"

Tabitha nodded her head."My amah was such a disgusting girl. She told me that even gentleman's gentleman loved having their dicks sucked. A little oral pleasure, and there was no endangerment of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a gentleman 's care on me during courtship and win his philia 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. Penises are the worse. They 're just disgusting.

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

"That 's dissimilar. I was n't satiating a man 's offensive luxuria, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassuring. It was n't sex between us—sinful, gay woman sex—but two girlfriend helping each other out. The fact it was the most marvelous thing in the Earth only made the chore a joy to do."I liked curing your hysterics."

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

My slit fluttered.

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

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

I had a feeling I would.

I nodded my foreland."Gladly. Only ... I do n't know how to piss them come out."I concentrated, pushing down with my slit, trying to hale them out. I groaned, straining, but they did not come out. Merita ?

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

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

Tabitha leaned in and her lisp kissed mine. They were so luscious and angelic, 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 people fashion.

But it did n't experience vulgar with her hired hand stroking up and down my second joint, sending tingling disruption racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juices flowing as I savored her lip. They were so marvellous. My heart rhythm faster and faster, sending a rush of delight through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the kiss. A smile spread across her lentiginous cheeks."I like kissing you."

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

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

She leaned down, her red hair caressing my fount, and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. Her saliva soaked through the material, warm up and wet. My tit 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 turn on. excite me and bourgeon my tentacles. And then I 'll flirt with your consistency. We 'll hold such a wonderful time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my heart fluttering. Her fingers crept higher 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 fingers reached my snatch. She stroked at my blonde curls as she kissed over to my other pap and engulfed it through my gown. The wet linen material rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such joy through my body.

The hysterical flutters built in my tummy. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blonde curls, only stroking the sharpness of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my fingers digging into the bed sheet beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming growing in my astuteness."More, more. You have to touch my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, kibosh teasing me."

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

Yes, she is a risque tease, Merita purred. You should touch her back. Stimulate her and she 'll stimulate you.

I liked that theme. As Tabitha leaned down to nurse on my tit through my nightgown—going back and Forth River between them, giving each one a abbreviated suckle—I slid my handwriting up her incline and fondled her bout breast. Hers were bigger than mine. I squeezed it through her nightgown, bringing a groan from her lips.

Her fingers brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her breast. Her nipple stood out hard against her nightgown, begging to be touched. I moved up to the lace keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the world-class tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the second gear and slipped my hand down the front of her dressing gown.

"Etta,"she moaned between sucks as my bare manus cupped her breast, her mammilla rubbing into my palm."Ooh, yes, I like that."

Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my pussy lips. She made longer and longer contact lens, sliding up and down my slit and caressing my clit as I pinched her nipple. It was so strong between my digit and yet indulgent at the Same time. She moaned every time I rolled it.

Her fingers rubbed unvoiced at my pussy. She no longer teased me. I groaned, my toes curling as she coaxed out my snatch tentacles. My leg counterpane wider and wider as the squirming in my depth grew and grew.

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

"Do it,"she moaned, her finger's breadth sliding up and rubbing hard at my button."Let them out. I want you to cure my hysteric. Do it."

My pussy clenched, squirmed. The pleasure swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my mammilla through my nightdress. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my kitty-cat. They brushed my thighs and then her hand as my orgasm fit inside of me.

Juices flooded out with my tentacles, coating them. They rose into the air, purpleness 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 delight washed through my mind.

"Oh yes, your kitty 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 weapon system or legs. I could feel 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 hands."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't recognise what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the sight of them stir such wonderful flutters through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysteric cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red hair spilling around her face 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 arrange that, Tabitha,"I smiled, eager to find out if Merita was correct.

Tabitha rained osculation on my face as she squealed in schoolgirlish pleasure. Her red hair's-breadth tickled my face as her hot lips moved about my cheeks and temple. Then she kissed my nuzzle and finally my brim. That kiss was n't a batch, but hot, mill around, making my tentacles wave and undulated as excitement flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the kiss, a huge grin on her facial expression and bolted up. She shifted on her genu, her white meat pressing against her dressing nightdress as she grasped one of my tentacles. I gasped, shuddering as she stroked it.

"Ooh, it is slippery 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 torso twitched and spasmed. Her natural language rose higher and higher, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so sore, like my tit, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating member to play with.

remembering how often 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 sassing. I sucked on it, tasting my sweet musk staining the tentacle.

My kitty-cat clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasance rippled down my tentacle to my pussy, sending rattling flutters through me. I sucked harder, wiggling more than and to a greater extent 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 unripened eye, reached the tip of my instant tentacle. She swirled her tongue about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My eyes widened. double up the joy rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of delight shot through me.

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in delight. My impudence hollowed as I cleaned all my juices off. My middle fluttered. joy 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 nightie, clenching it as the hot joy 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 fiddle, too.

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

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

One went high. The purpurate appendage dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my pussy emollient 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 hard nipple and batted it.

The endorsement went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her sleek second joint and then quested up her leg, searching for her virgin cunny. Tabitha trembled, sucking so hard on my tentacle, shooting wicked delight down the outgrowth. I quested the one-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 fuzz tickling my appendage. I slid the tip up and down her twat, teasing her. I brushed her button, striking the little nub then slid down her wet brim and brushed her hymen.

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

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

Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so wicked just to recollect. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the membrane stretched over her slit. There were pickle in her maidenhead, but were too belittled for the tentacle to wiggle 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 friend 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 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 hands tightened on it. Such howling pleasance spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my body. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my other hand found my 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 get laid it.

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

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

Her dead body bucked. Wordless cries of joy sounded from her rima oris, lips rounded into a perfect O. Her paroxysm spasmed her body. Hot juice flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her quiver body 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 sassing, 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 turning as understand as her hair's-breadth. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her maidenhead. I wanted to acquire her maidenhead. But I had to ask her. I had to take sure it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my friend, struggling to breathe, my heart hammering in my thorax. 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 red. Do it ! I want to feel you in me, Etta. Your tentacles are so wonderful."

I kissed my ally hard on the brim 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 tight about her breast. Her maidenhead resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her kiss as I sank my tentacle into the depths of her pussycat. Hot, wet, silky, delicious flesh engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the process deeper and deeper into my protagonist 's untouched cunny, savoring the pleasance of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It 's a fantastic gift she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her voice. And she 's so tight and wet. Oh, yes. She 's fantastic. Do n't you get laid it ? Do n't you have intercourse how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so flabby and sleek, Henrietta ?

Yes !

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

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's receive the marvelous fit. Let her cunny cure our hysterics.

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

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

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

"Cumming,"I moaned, spasming."You feel baffle, 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 amazing. Oh, yes. I can experience 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 champion 's cunny. New pleasure built inside of me was I pumped my member. The other two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's breasts, teasing her nipple.

But the one-fourth had cypher to do.

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

I did fuck it when your natural language probed it.

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

"Yes, yes, yes, curative my hysterics,"moaned Tabitha."Oh, please, please, Etta. hold on 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 curtain raising, stirring around it. The unusual hotshot stroke to my puss as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her green eyes twinkled. She reached out and seized my devoid hand.

"What are you doing with that quaternary tentacle ?"Tabitha asked, her articulation breathy.

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

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

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

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

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

Our lips met in another osculation as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, pat cunt and the other in my tight, velvety bowels. Both holes felt so different, but equally grand. I trembled, my tongue playing with hers, our hands held tight.

My core round so debauched 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 bowels clenched down on them. So many sensations rippled through my soundbox : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's knocker, the others reaming our mess, the burning delight radiating out of my bowel as I buggered myself, the dulcet signature of her lips.

And her hands ...

Tabitha grasped my small mounds through my night-robe. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my nipples. It was such a wonderful, wicked sensation, sending tingles radiating through my dead body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that 's wonderful, Merita moaned. nooky her harder. Fuck us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to palpate that wonderful cloud nine again.

Me, too.

It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the moderation women railing against. Like alcoholic beverage or opium. She did n't want to grant up the fit of pleasure. She loved them. They were wonderful no matter how sinful it was.

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

"And how does it fell to bugger yourself ?"Her common optic twinkled.

"So amazing. It is different than being in your cunny. But soooo wonderful. Oh, my bowels are so soused on my tentacles."I shuddered, ramming my tentacles in deep, loving the duel pleasure of the my gut caressing my appendage which caressed my bowels. They fluttered through me, building inside of me.

A monolithic paroxysm of delight swelled in the depths of my pussy.

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

"Yes !"

I rammed my tentacle deep into her pussy. The others assaulted her pap, writhing beneath her nightie. Tabitha 's eyes rolled back in her principal. She trembled and moaned. Her mouth opened into a wide O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot feel of her slit spasming about my plunging appendage. The silky detrition 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 border. It was the last stimulation I needed. The paroxysm exploded in the depths of my slit. 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."

dear you, too, moaned Merita in my idea, trembling in delight as our thoughts hugged each former. So skillful. Yes, yes, yes.

The delight 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 wide overt 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 welcome,"I moaned and then sighed, my blonde hair spilling about my sweaty face.

Drowsy joy descended on me. My consistence buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my pussy. Then they were gone and I was a normal girl again. My hand took Tabitha 's as we stared in each other 's faces in the flickering lamp Inner Light. She rolled over quickly and extinguished the flaming before flopping on the bed, a smile on her face.

"That was the best."

I nodded my headland and did n't refuse as she pulled me in for a angelical kiss. Our arms held each other. My eyes closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our head teacher 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 mind. The alien 's view still buzzed from the wonderful coming. But as she drifted off into sleep, a spike of worry crack through her. She was stranded on the archaic satellite and the core of her spaceship was missing.

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

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

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misfire Marilynn Gully was the fresh teacher at the Kensington Boarding schooltime. A lesbian, she had been eagre to bring down a job at the school. It was whispered in the circles she moved through—women who understood the delight 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 precede Sapphic pleasures.

"Miss Marilynn, I thought we came out to walk,"the maid Daisy said, her phonation 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 young cleaning lady, her putting surface dress tight about her eubstance, cut to enhance her rather generous heart. Her auburn hair fell in ringlet about her human face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her tomentum, but turmoil gripped her after witnessing the shooting star 's fiery plunge.

"But, Miss Marilynn, I did n't conceive you meant a very walkway. Out in the fog. I thought we were gon na ..."

"Have relations ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's intentions when she set out with the girl to bask the maid 's lush body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her instruction. A brown-haired, freckled side little girl of eighteen dressed in her maid 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's thigh to love the girl.

It was n't arduous. The school earned its reputation as a harbor of lesbian activity. So when Marilynn invited the amah out for a walkway, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a shake off, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Marilynn 's hands slid up the maid 's body and found the link to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lacing and dipped her hands inside.

Warm, troll breasts. mamilla hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burning for Daisy 's sassing licking and nuzzling. The instructor would hold enjoyed a spectacular sexual climax on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting star flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery cacoethes. It was so low and then impacted near the school. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the shudder of finding a meteorite and bringing it to schooltime for the students to hit the books was too much for her to eliminate up.

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

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

"sprite are not rattling,"laughed Marilynn."human being have always had a predilection towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical intromission to the Philosophy of Mythology. mankind strive to bump a account for natural outcome, but without a scientific groundwork, they allow their poetic side to make flights of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here."

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

The speech sound was a rising, hissing, buzz. It had a mechanical geometrical 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 pressure vessel has sprung a leak. It would explain 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, miss. You can research 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 light pulsed in the fog, a pharos. It was a hopeful lighting, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was galvanic. Strange, I did n't think electricity had reached out here.

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

"Silly girl, it is not a fairy. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a common effect at dark. Humans horse sense are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a silver canister embedded in the ground like it had fallen from a gravid summit. A Light Within pulsed on top of it, a beacon fire that flashed not from an outside bulb but from the metallic element itself. A crack ran across the side and something hissed out, a gas darker than the fog.

"What is it, fille ?"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, inglorious, oily. It swelled down her fingers, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fright as the contamination spread. The gas, once billowing out in a full-strength stream, moved and undulated. It reached towards her like a gaseous serpent. The teacher screamed, her affectionateness pound, and turned to flee as the fog engulfed her body.

The buttery substance filled her mouthpiece and nostrils. It poured down her throat. She staggered two steps and fell to her knee joint while the housemaid called her public figure over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to breathe as more and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

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

To be continued ...