Boarding School Encounter
Chapter deuce-ace : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's pussy Tentacles
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute shock. Our small bedchamber in the Kensington embarkation 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 pass and flaming fuzz. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could find through them, the sleek grain of my ally 's cutis, the soft waves of her red hair, her tender breath wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

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

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

Tabitha sucked in another breathing place and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were wild. Her mitt gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her face. I did n't sleep with what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding schooltime into the foggy night an extraterrestrial being 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the volcanic crater made by its shock, 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 send for a workmanship that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would have died. Nanites, according to her, were little automatons, like diminutive wind-up toys, inside of me, working to fix my disordered neck. Only my body did n't care it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to have me. She merged our consistency together.

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

What 's wrongfulness with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your body. You exploded so backbreaking when I took your virginal membrane and fucked them in and out of your blotto cunny. You even liked sucking on them. They are perfectly fine tentacles.

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

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

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

"What 's unseasonable ? I heard screams."

"goose egg, Prefect,"I shouted, my sum thudding. I had never been so terrified of being caught in all the eighteen years 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 young women did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No topic how wonderful it was.

The threshold handle turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as astray as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our rears. We lifted our hips, shoving our stage beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the door opened. Geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hired hand. Her ash-blonde haircloth fell loose about her articulatio humeri. She wore a white nightgown, her enceinte bosom swelling the straw man. riffle laces decorated the neckline and brushed the merchantman of her Kuki as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her part speaking with a refined diction."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 state, our bellies full of flicker, and that urge 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 gladiolus to see you female child are helping cure the other 's hysterics. We ca n't deliver our little girl 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 amazement. There had been hints all day that this schoolhouse ... approved of lesbian behavior, all under the guise of curing a health check experimental condition. I had heard of distaff hysteric, 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 reckon the wizened, old man licking my mother 's pussy or fingering her clitoris to bring about paroxysm of ecstasy to heal her.

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

"fountainhead, in the future I would ask you not to be so tawdry. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a tight smile."If you are this loud again, I will release demerits and ship you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand ?"

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

"wellspring, have a good night,"smiled Genf."And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever need it, my room is just down the hall. I am always willing to help oneself a unseasoned woman achieve the pinnacle of wellness. It would be my pleasure."Her vox was throaty with those last Book, her oculus smoky.

My kitty itched and flutters ran through me as the older fille closed the threshold behind us.

I squirmed as the secrecy deepened. The light from our oil lamp flickered through the way. electricity had n't spread this far into the rural area yet. I am certainly it would someday. electric automobile lights were such marvels. All of capital of the United Kingdom glowed at night these days.

Tabitha stared at me, her freckled face paler than common."Henrietta,"she said, using my full epithet instead of Eta for the get-go time, her spokesperson breathless,"what were those that came out of your cunny ?"

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

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My friend swallowed."Can you explicate why you have tentacles that come out of your twat ? Are you a freak ? do you belong in a traveling funfair ?"

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

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

caustic remark is very annoying, Henrietta. It is considered quite unmannerly to my people. state her. I 'm sure she 'll understand and even come to wish them. Remember how practically you like my tentacles.

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

"OK, when I went out for a walk, I saw a shot star and it crashed ..."

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

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

I nodded my head.

"From genus Venus ?"

Why do your the great unwashed keep thinking that ? Venus is a horrible lieu. It 's tough than Mars.

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

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

Invading ? Merita asked.

I frowned at my friend.

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

"Oh, a story,"I said and wrinkled my nose."No, I do n't read books about ... aliens. 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 huge grin on her human face."This is amazing."

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, side painted by the lantern. She licked her lips and let out a wiggle and a moan good of repressed hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thighs. I knew it was damage to prevent"curing"each other. Especially with spit 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 deepness. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her process. It was so wonderful feeling her chute in and out of my cunny.

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

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

Tabitha nodded her head."My housemaid was such a wicked girl. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their peter sucked. A fiddling oral examination pleasure, and there was no risk of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to hold a 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. Penises are the worse. They 're just disgusting.

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

"That 's different. I was n't satiating a man 's vile lusts, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so assure. It was n't sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two girls helping each other out. The fact it was the most wonderful affair in the populace only made the chore a delight to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."

"And I was having fun until your ... tentacles sprouted."Tabitha 's bridge player touched my bare second joint. My nightgown had n't gone all the way down to my wooden leg beneath the screening. She slid gamy, pressing beneath my gown.

My cunt fluttered.

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

Oh, that sounds howling, Merita purred. You 'll screw it.

I had a feeling I would.

I nodded my head."Gladly. Only ... I do n't recognise how to make them come out."I concentrated, pushing down with my kitty-cat, trying to force them out. I groaned, straining, but they did not come along. Merita ?

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

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

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

But it did n't finger vulgar with her hand stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling flutter racing to my cunt. I shifted, my juice flowing as I savored her lips. They were so wonderful. 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 lentiginose cheeks."I like kissing you."

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

"And you 're nipple are so severely. Look 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 hair caressing my face, and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. Her spit soaked through the material, ardent 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 excited. Stimulate me and sprout my tentacles. And then I 'll diddle with your body. We 'll have such a wonderful time."

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

Her fingers reached my pussy. She stroked at my blonde curls as she kissed over to my other pap and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen fabric rasped on my pap as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.

The hysteric hoo-hah built in my venter. I twitched and shivered. Her digit played with my blonde curls, only stroking the sharpness of my cunny. Oh, she was such a prickteaser. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming growing in my profoundness."more than, more. You have to touch my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, stop teasing me."

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

Yes, she is a spicy tease, Merita purred. You should tinct her rear. Stimulate her and she 'll stimulate you.

I liked that idea. As Tabitha leaned down to suck on my nipples through my nightgown—going back and Forth between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my hired man up her incline and fondled her round tit. Hers were bad than mine. I squeezed it through her night-robe, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her fingerbreadth brushed my clitoris.

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

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

Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my slit backtalk. She made longer and longer touch, sliding up and down my slit and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so difficult between my fingers and yet flaccid at the Lapp time. She moaned every meter 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 pussy tentacles. My peg spread wider and wider as the squirming in my profundity grew and grew.

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

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

My pussy clenched, squirmed. The pleasure swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my twat. They brushed my thighs and then her hand as my orgasm flare-up 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 paw away from me, staring at the tentacles as the pleasure washed through my mind.

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

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

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

She clapped her hands."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't lie with what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the slew of them stir such howling flicker through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysteric cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red haircloth spilling around her face and falling down to brush mine."volition you care my hysteric ? 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 kisses on my brass as she squealed in girlish pleasure. Her red haircloth tickled my grimace as her hot sassing moved about my cheeks and temple. Then she kissed my nose and finally my backtalk. That candy kiss was n't a peck, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and undulated as excitement flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the kiss, a Brobdingnagian grin on her look and bolted up. She shifted on her knees, her bosom pressing against her dressing gown 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 body twitched and spasmed. Her tongue 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.

Remembering how lots 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 rim. I sucked on it, tasting my sweet musk staining the tentacle.

My cunt clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasure rippled down my tentacle to my pussy, sending wonderful commotion through me. I sucked harder, wiggling Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent of my tentacle into my mouth.

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

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

Tabitha, a spark in her green eye, reached the tip of my second tentacle. She swirled her natural language about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My eyes widened. repeat the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My dislodge tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of delight shot through me.

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in delight. My nerve hollowed as I cleaned all my juices off. My middle fluttered. pleasance rippled down my tentacle. I shuddered as Tabitha swirled her clapper about the tip of the other, her script stroking me.

My bridge player shot out, grasping her knee joint through her dressing robe, clenching it as the hot pleasure rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new sense 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 take on, 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 ripple that washed across my mind. I bucked again and then shot out the two remaining tentacles right for Tabitha.

One went high up. The violet appendage dived into her unbrace bodice, smearing my pussy cream across her thorax 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 bit went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her sleek thighs and then quested up her leg, searching for her Virgin cunny. Tabitha trembled, sucking so hard on my tentacle, shooting wicked enchant down the extremity. 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's-breadth tickling my extremity. I slid the tip up and down her slit, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, 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 alien purred, her thoughts caressing mine. She 's so wet and juicy. And her maidenhead ... Oh, I get that tremendous kick of taking her virginity, too.

Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so repellent just to cogitate. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the membrane stretched over her twat. There were holes in her maidenhead, but were too small for the tentacle to wiggle through. I slid it back to her clit, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the ferocity with which Tabitha sucked the other.

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

And attacked her clitoris.

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

Oh, that 's grand, I thought to Merita while moaning about my tentacle. I forced more than 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 bonk it.

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

Tabitha pulled the tentacle from her mouth."strain, 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 utter O. Her convulsion spasmed her organic structure. Hot juice flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her trembling body and orgasming cunny.

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

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

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

She spasmed again, gasping, her aspect turning as read as her hair. I rubbed at her twat, pressing on her virginal membrane. I wanted to subscribe to her virginal membrane. But I had to ask her. I had to have for 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 warmheartedness hammer in my chest. Her pussy was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and feel her around me.

"Can I ... ?"

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

I kissed my friend hard on the backtalk as I pressed my tentacle against her pussy. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my other two tentacles constricting taut about her pap. Her Hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her osculation as I sank my tentacle into the profundity of her pussy. Hot, wet, silky, delectable flesh engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the member deeper and deeper into my acquaintance 's untasted 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 tight and wet. Oh, yes. She 's marvelous. Do n't you love it ? Do n't you love how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so easygoing 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 delight rippled down the appendage. My toes curled. My digit danced knockout on my clitoris, the two delight mixing, swirling, merging.

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's experience the wonderful fit. 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 cunt. My tentacles pulsed. They expanded and contracted as the pleasure washed through me and splashed against my mine. Her pussy stretched and clenched about my tentacles as it pulsed, the others squeezing her tits harder.

"Are you ... ?"Her optic 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 grinning grew as my climax peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. save working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's amazing. Oh, yes. I can feel you so bass in me, Etta. Love this."

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

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

But the fourth had naught to do.

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

I did love it when your spit probed it.

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

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

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

I felt the puckered, wrinkled opening, stirring around it. The strange sensations stroke to my pussycat as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her green eye twinkled. She reached out and seized my detached hand.

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

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

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

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

I nodded my head, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my anatomical sphincter. My bowel stretched. The burning hotshot swelled as my appendage slithered cryptic. 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, sodomize yourself,"she hissed, trembling, her hips 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, dodgy pussy and the other in my tight, velvety bowels. Both holes felt so dissimilar, but equally howling. I trembled, my glossa performing with hers, our hands held tight.

My substance beat so quick with excitement.

passion her, whispered Merita. erotic 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 sentiency rippled through my dead body : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's breasts, the others reaming our holes, the burning delight radiating out of my gut as I buggered myself, the mellifluous skin senses of her lips.

And her hands ...

Tabitha grasped my small mounds through my night-robe. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my nipple. It was such a terrific, yucky esthesis, sending chill radiating through my soundbox. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that 's wonderful, Merita moaned. nookie her harder. ass us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to feel that rattling seventh heaven again.

Me, too.

It was addictive. A frailty that she had heard the temperance cleaning woman railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She did n't want to leave up the fit of delight. She loved them. They were wonderful no affair how ungodly it was.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, you have to bugger me next time,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my exit. heal my hysterics."Her finger's breadth 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 nightie. Tabitha 's eyes rolled back in her head. She trembled and moaned. Her oral fissure opened into a extensive O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot feel of her pussy spasming about my plunging extremity. The silky friction increased, shooting wicked delight down my soundbox. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her stage 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 edge. It was the final stimulation I needed. The paroxysms exploded in the depths of my pussy. The walls convulsed about the four tentacles extending from my sex. My gut clenched down on my plunging appendage.

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

Love you, too, moaned Merita in my brain, trembling in delight as our mentation hugged each other. So full. Yes, yes, yes.

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

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

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

Drowsy pleasure descended on me. My body buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my slit. Then they were gone and I was a normal girl again. My hand took Tabitha 's as we stared in each early 's faces in the flickering lamp brightness level. 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 head and did n't resist as she pulled me in for a sweet osculation. Our arms held each other. My eyes closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our heads pillowed side-by-side. It was such a long, exciting day.

I fell into sleep.

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Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her mind. The alien 's thought process still buzzed from the tremendous orgasms. But as she drifted off into sleep, a spike of worry nip through her. She was stranded on the primitive person planet and the nitty-gritty of her spaceship was missing.

It contained nanites. If she had any Hope of fixing her ship, she had to retrieve it. And before any human 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 respond if they came in contact with a man. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to entrust her school and find out it.

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girl Marilynn Gully was the new teacher at the Kensington Boarding shoal. A lesbian, she had been eager to land a job at the school. It was whispered in the circuit she moved through—women who understood the pleasure that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its female body towards the pleasance of the feminine, using hysterics as a guise to inclose lesbian pleasures.

"missy Marilynn, I thought we came out to walk,"the maidservant Daisy said, her vocalisation 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 vernal woman, her K wearing apparel tight about her organic structure, cut to raise her rather generous embrace. Her auburn hair fell in scroll about her case. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her tomentum, but agitation gripped her after witnessing the shooting star 's fiery plunge.

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

"Have relations ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's intent when she set out with the girl to love the maiden 's souse body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A brown-haired, freckled face female child of XVIII dressed in her maidservant 's duster. She was fetching, stirring a lech between Marilynn 's thighs to bask the girl.

It was n't heavily. The school earned its reputation as a haven of gay woman activity. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a base on balls, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a throw off, their lips meeting in a hungry candy kiss. Marilynn 's hands slid up the maid 's body and found the ties to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her hands inside.

Warm, round breasts. mammilla hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burn for Daisy 's lips licking and nuzzling. The teacher would cause enjoyed a outstanding sexual climax on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting wiz flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery love. 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 schooltime for the scholarly person to study was too a great deal for her to pass up.

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

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

"faerie are not real,"laughed Marilynn."Humans have always had a preference towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical entry to the ism of Mythology. Humans strive to find a explanation for natural event, but without a scientific cornerstone, they allow their poetic face to create flight of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here."

"Then what is making that auditory sensation ?"Daisy asked.

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

"Probably some mechanism on a farm. Maybe a pressure vessel has sprung a wetting. 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 devices which make these auditory sensation. Let 's go back to the school, fille. You can explore inside my bodice again. Your deal was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The sibilation grew louder. She crept through the wet eatage. A light source pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a brilliant luminousness, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric. Strange, I did n't think electrical energy had reached out here.

"Miss,"groaned Daisy again."See, it 's pansy. They 're luring us in. We 'll be walking into a bog or something. They like to act as 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 night. Humans senses are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a silver canister embedded in the flat coat like it had fallen from a gravid height. A light pulsed on top of it, a lighthouse that flashed not from an outside bulb but from the alloy itself. A cleft ran across the side of meat 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 cognise,"Marilynn said. She moved closer, peering at the crack. She bent down, sniffing but detected no noxious exhaust fumes. She reached out her hand and waved it through the fog. It clung to her finger's breadth. Something was suspended in the gas, contraband, oily. It swelled down her fingerbreadth, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fright as the taint facing pages. The gas, once billowing out in a straight person stream, moved and undulated. It reached towards her like a gaseous snake. The teacher screamed, her heart hammering, and turned to fly as the fog engulfed her body.

The buttery substance filled her lip and nostrils. It poured down her throat. She staggered two steps and fell to her knees 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 world fuzzed dark and she fell onto her grimace as the nanites went to work on changing her body.

To be continued ...