Boarding School encounter
Chapter Three : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's pussycat Tentacles
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My pump hammered in absolute shock. Our minuscule bedroom in the Kensington Boarding School swam around me. This was insufferable. This could not be happening. Out of all the strange, life-changing things that happened today, this was too much.

I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my cunt and wrapped about Tabitha 's header and flame hair. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could experience through them, the sleek texture of my Quaker 's skin, the gentle Wave of her red fuzz, her quick breathing space wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to breathe. I fell back on Tabitha 's bed, my breasts heaving beneath my nightie. It was bunched up around my waist. Just consequence ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still try out her lemony pussy on my sass.

Relax, Merita, the gay woman stranger possessing my body, whispered in my thought process. 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 breather and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were wild. Her hands 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 noncitizen 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the crater made by its impingement, and almost died ? How could I tell her I broke my neck opening ?

If Merita had n't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so Weird to visit a slyness 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 tiny wind-up miniature, inside of me, working to fix my let on neck. Only my torso did n't like it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to possess me. She merged our dead body 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 voiceless 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 being. We do n't feature tentacles sprouting from our cunnies.

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

The auditory sensation of Prefect Geneva bolted fear through me and Tabitha. My friend stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her head, reacting to venerate. My lust evaporated, they slithered back inside my pussy and were ... gone.

"What 's haywire ? I heard screams."

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

Proper young women did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No matter how marvellous it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as extensive as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our hind end. We lifted our hips, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the doorway opened. Geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hand. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a white night-robe, her great titty swelling the front. pleat lacing decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her interpreter 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 frightful state, our bellies good of flutters, and that scabies had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able-bodied to get a beneficial night 's rest if we ... did n't ... do that."

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

I blinked in astonishment. There had been hints all day that this school ... approved of lesbian behavior, all under the pretence of curing a aesculapian condition. I had heard of female hysterics, of course, I just never realized the cure was so energise and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My female parent had visited the doctor to have her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to conceive of the wizened, old man licking my mother 's pussy or fingering her clitoris to bring about paroxysms of rapture to cure her.

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

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

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

"Well, have a respectable 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 woman achieve the pinnacle of health. It would be my pleasure."Her voice was throaty with those net parole, her middle smoky.

My pussy itched and flutters ran through me as the older daughter closed the door behind us.

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

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

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

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My friend swallowed."Can you excuse 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. William Tell her, urged Merita. She 's already seen them. I 'm sure she 'll understand.

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

caustic remark is very annoying, Henrietta. It is considered quite rude to my people. Tell her. I 'm sure she 'll understand and even come to wish them. retrieve how often you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were wonderful. I glanced at my supporter, staring into her unripened middle. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable little girl. I licked my mouth, tasting her cocotte twat again as she trembled.

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

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a faerie at first, the strange igniter and beeping phone of her spaceship. How she had made love to me with her tentacles and healed my trunk and merged into me.

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

I nodded my head.

"From Venus ?"

Why do your people keep thinking that ? genus Venus is a horrible post. It 's high-risk than Mars.

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

"Well, it 's Venus. Where else would a beautiful, female person alien who likes to heal hysterics comes from ?"Tabitha asked."Not from Red Planet like one of those invading aliens."

Invading ? Merita asked.

I frowned at my friend.

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

"Oh, a story,"I said and wrinkled my nozzle."No, I do n't take Word of God about ... alien. And invasions."

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

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

"Wow,"Tabitha said, a huge grinning on her fount."This is amazing."

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, case painted by the lantern. She licked her lips and let out a squirm and a groan full of pent-up hysteric. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thighs. I knew it was wrong to sustain"curing"each early. 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 hymen ?"

I nodded again, blushing and remembering how her tentacle had penetrated my Hymen and buried into my depth. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her outgrowth. 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 oculus widened."What ? Sucking on a dickhead ?"

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

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

Nor could I. Penises are the unsound. They 're just disgusting.

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

"That 's dissimilar. I was n't satiating a man 's vile lust, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassure. It was n't sex between us—sinful, sapphic sex—but two female child helping each other out. The fact it was the most tremendous matter in the world only made the chore a joy to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."

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

My cunt fluttered.

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

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

I had a feeling I would.

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

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

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

Tabitha leaned in and her LISP kissed mine. They were so racy and angelical, 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 find vulgar with her mitt stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling disturbance racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juices flowing as I savored her lips. They were so wonderful. My heart beat faster and faster, sending a rush of delight through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the kiss. A smile bed cover across her lentiginose impudence."I like kissing you."

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

"And you 're nipples are so intemperate. await at them."Tabitha eyes flicked down to my pap poking at the linen paper."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, warm 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 excited. stimulate me and sprout my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your consistency. We 'll accept such a wonderful time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my oculus fluttering. Her fingers crept higher on my thighs, pushing up my nightie. It was so hot all of a sudden, the blanket smothering us. I pushed them down as she sucked on my nipple, exposing our legs.

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

The hysterical disruption built in my stomach. I twitched and shivered. Her finger played with my blonde curls, only stroking the edges of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath us.

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

"But it 's so much fun to tantalize 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 allude her backbone. Stimulate her and she 'll energise you.

I liked that idea. As Tabitha leaned down to suck on my nipples through my nightgown—going back and Forth River between them, giving each one a abbreviated suckle—I slid my hand up her side and fondled her round breast. Hers were bighearted than mine. I squeezed it through her nightgown, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her finger's breadth brushed my clitoris.

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

"Etta,"she moaned between sucks as my bare manus cupped her tit, her nipple friction into my laurel wreath."Ooh, yes, I like that."

Tabitha squirmed, her finger's breadth brushing my purulent lips. She made longer and longer contact, sliding up and down my puss and caressing my button as I pinched her mammilla. It was so hard between my finger's breadth and yet soft at the like time. She moaned every time I rolled it.

Her finger's breadth rubbed harder at my pussycat. She no longer teased me. I groaned, my toes curling as she coaxed out my pussy tentacles. My legs banquet wider and wider as the squirming in my depths grew and grew.

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

"Do it,"she moaned, her digit 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 pleasance swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my kitty-cat. They brushed my thighs and then her hand as my orgasm explosion inside of me.

juice 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 hands 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 brim, stretching you undefended. Ooh, that looks wild."

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

I fell back on the pillows, panting, groaning, my toes clenching and my tentacles twitching. They were a part of me. Like my arms or legs. I could feel them, contain 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 screw what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the visual sense of them stir such howling flutters through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red haircloth spilling around her face and falling down to sweep mine."Will you care my hysteric ? Pretty please ?"

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

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

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

Tabitha rained candy kiss on my case as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red haircloth tickled my face as her hot lips moved about my cheeks and temple. Then she kissed my wind and finally my brim. That 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 huge grin on her face and bolted up. She shifted on her knees, her chest 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 juice,"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 lingua rose high and higher, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my nipples, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendages to play with.

Remembering how much Merita loved it when I sucked on her tentacle in my dreaming, I brought one to my mouth. It bent over and lowered down to my back talk. I sucked on it, tasting my sweet-smelling musk staining the tentacle.

My pussy clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasure rippled down my tentacle to my slit, sending tremendous flutters through me. I sucked harder, wiggling more and more of my tentacle into my mouth.

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

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

Tabitha, a sparkling in her K eye, reached the tip of my sec tentacle. She swirled her tongue 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 free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a shake of delectation 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. joy rippled down my tentacle. I shuddered as Tabitha swirled her tongue about the tip of the other, her bridge player stroking me.

My script shot out, grasping her knee joint through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot pleasure rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new aesthesis 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 wondrous, Merita.

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

One went high up. The empurpled process dived into her unbuttoned bodice, smearing my pussy pick across her chest as I searched for her chest. I found one and entwined it. The tentacle slithered around her tit, squeezing it until the tip reached her strong teat and batted it.

The second went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing surgical 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 appendage. I quested the twenty-five percent tentacle farther and farther up her thigh until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

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

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

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

Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my oral cavity. It was so prankish just to think. I rubbed again at her Hymen, feeling the tissue layer stretched over her snatch. There were golf hole in her maidenhead, but were too small for the tentacle to jiggle through. I slid it back to her clitoris, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the furiousness 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 snatch and tit. I tightened the tentacle about her breast, constricting and relaxing, savoring how her tit felt while I flicked and massaged her nipple.

And attacked her clitoris.

Tabitha squirmed, her eyes widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her work force tightened on it. Such wonderful pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my manpower caressing my dead 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 sassing. I coiled against the back of my throat.

get-up-and-go it in deeper, Merita urged. Deep-throat the tentacle. You 'll love it.

I did. Merita showed me how to unstrain my pharynx. I gasped, my throat bulging as the cockle tentacle pressed into it. The insistency about my appendage was exquisite. I rubbed my clit 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 shout of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a perfect O. Her fit 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 trembling consistence and orgasming cunny.

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

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

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

She spasmed again, gasping, her face turning as read as her hair. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to take her maidenhead. But I had to ask her. I had to make up sure it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my ally, struggling to pass off, my center hammering in my chest. Her slit 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. Do it ! I want to feel you in me, Etta. Your tentacles are so wonderful."

I kissed my admirer hard on the sassing as I pressed my tentacle against her pussycat. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my early two tentacles constricting tight about her tits. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her kiss as I sank my tentacle into the profoundness of her pussy. Hot, wet, silky, delightful flesh engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my friend 's unaffected cunny, savoring the pleasure of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It 's a wondrous gift she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her vocalization. And she 's so mingy 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 sonant and silken, Henrietta ?

Yes !

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

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's know the marvellous fit. Let her cunny curative our hysterics.

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

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

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

"Cumming,"I moaned, spasming."You feel amazing, Tabitha. Wonderful. I love being in you."

"I love you in me."Her smile grew as my coming peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. sustain working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's amazing. Oh, yes. I can palpate you so inscrutable in me, Etta. erotic 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 friend 's cunny. New pleasance built inside of me was I pumped my outgrowth. The early two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's boob, teasing her nipple.

But the fourth had nothing to do.

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

I did have it off it when your lingua probed it.

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

"Yes, yes, yes, cure my hysteric,"moaned Tabitha."Oh, please, please, Etta. maintain ramming that tentacle in me. I 'm going to cum again. I love cumming. Those rattling fit 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 gap, stirring around it. The unusual sensations dig to my pussy as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her green heart twinkled. She reached out and seized my free hand.

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

"Pushing it into my rectum,"I answered, my eyes 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 head, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter muscle. My bowels stretched. The burning sense datum swelled as my appendage slithered deeper. My back arched, my cocksucker clenching. I gasped, clenching my workforce hard on Tabitha 's and my tentacles about her breasts.

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

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

My middle beat so fast with excitement.

erotic love her, whispered Merita. sexual love her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. earn 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 body : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's chest, the others reaming our hollow, the burning joy radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the sweet touch of her lips.

And her hired man ...

Tabitha grasped my small mounds through my nightgown. She clenched on them, her fingerbreadth sliding around my teat. It was such a wonderful, wicked sensation, sending tingling radiating through my body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that 's wonderful, Merita moaned. screw her harder. Fuck us gruelling. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to feel that wondrous bliss again.

Me, too.

It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the sobriety women railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She did n't need to break up the paroxysms of delectation. She loved them. They were wonderful no matter how over-the-top 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 green eyes twinkled.

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

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

"Oh, you have to bugger me succeeding meter,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my sacking. bring around my hysterics."Her finger 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 nipples, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha 's heart rolled back in her heading. She trembled and moaned. Her backtalk opened into a broad 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 torso. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her peg brushing mine beneath the covers.

"Oh, Etta, oh, yes. make out you. So good."

The feel of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the edge. It was the final foreplay I needed. The paroxysms exploded in the profundity of my kitty. 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."

honey you, too, moaned Merita in my mind, trembling in delight as our thoughts hugged each early. So good. Yes, yes, yes.

The pleasance 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 open over and over.

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

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

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

"That was the best."

I nodded my psyche and did n't hold out as she pulled me in for a dulcet kiss. Our weapons system held each other. My eyes closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our question pillowed side-by-side. It was such a farseeing, exciting day.

I fell into sleep.

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Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her mind. The alien 's thoughts still buzzed from the rattling coming. But as she drifted off into rest, a spike of worry slam through her. She was stranded on the primitive 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 found it. That could be fatal. The nanites were separated from the ship 's computer, not under any control.

Merita had no idea how they would react if they came in tangency with a human. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to get out her shoal and see it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the newest teacher at the Kensington Boarding School. A lesbian, she had been eager to shoot down a job at the school. It was whispered in the circles she moved through—women who understood the pleasure that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its female person body towards the delight of the feminine, using hysterics as a guise to bring out sapphic pleasures.

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

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

Marilynn was a untested woman, her Green wearing apparel tight about her physical structure, cut to enhance her rather generous bosom. Her auburn hair fell in roll about her human face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the dampness assaulted her hair's-breadth, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting star 's fiery plunge.

"But, Miss Marilynn, I did n't recollect you meant a real base on balls. 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 delight the maid 's riotous body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to get her teaching. A dark-haired, lentiginose typeface girl of eighteen dressed in her housemaid 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's thighs to enjoy the girl.

It was n't hard. The schooling earned its report as a haven of tribade activity. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walkway, it was n't long before she had the amah pinned against a shed, their lips group meeting in a hungry osculation. Marilynn 's hands slid up the maid 's physical structure and found the tie to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her workforce inside.

Warm, round breasts. mammilla hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her snatch burning for Daisy 's lips licking and nuzzling. The teacher would possess enjoyed a spectacular climax 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 shoal. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the shudder of finding a meteorite and bringing it to school for the students to study was too very much for her to pass up.

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

"But it 's so dark, miss,"Daisy said, fear midst in her vocalisation."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are fairies out here. They like to play put-on on people."

"Fairies are not real,"laughed Marilynn."man 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. Humans strive to find a explanation for natural case, but without a scientific groundwork, they allow their poetic position to produce flights of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no animal out here."

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

The sound was a rising, hissing, bombilation. 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 leak. It would explicate the hissing."

"What kind of mechanics would be out here ? It 's nothing but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have devices which make these sound. Let 's go back to the school, Miss. You can research inside my bodice again. Your deal was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The fizzle grew louder. She crept through the wet Mary Jane. A light source pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a bright Christ Within, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric. Strange, I did n't guess electricity had reached out here.

"misfire,"groaned Daisy again."See, it 's fag. 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 mutual consequence at Nox. Humans senses are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a silver grey canister embedded in the ground like it had fallen from a cracking height. A light pulsed on top of it, a beacon that flashed not from an external incandescent lamp 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, Miss ?"Daisy asked, her voice farther behind, holding back.

"I do n't make love,"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 fingerbreadth. Something was suspended in the gas, black, oily. It swelled down her fingerbreadth, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fright as the taint gap. The gas, once billowing out in a heterosexual person stream, moved and undulated. It reached towards her like a gaseous ophidian. The teacher screamed, her kernel pounding, and turned to flee as the fog engulfed her body.

The oily center filled her mouth and anterior naris. It poured down her throat. She staggered two steps and fell to her articulatio genus while the maid called her name over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to emit as Sir Thomas More and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The domain fuzzed dark and she fell onto her facial expression as the nanites went to mold on changing her body.

To be continued ...