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

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

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

I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my snatch and wrapped about Tabitha 's oral sex and flaming hair. The process pulsed and gripped her. I could feel through them, the silken texture of my friend 's pelt, the diffused undulation of her red hair, her tender breather 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 titty 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 tangy twat on my lips.

Relax, Merita, the tribade alien possessing my body, whispered in my opinion. Relax. Those are our tentacles. They came out because you grew so unrestrained. 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 hands gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her brass. 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 fuzzy night an alien 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the crater made by its impact, and almost died ? How could I distinguish her I broke my neck ?

If Merita had n't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so weird to telephone a craft that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would have died. Nanites, according to her, were piffling automatons, like petite wind-up plaything, inside of me, working to fix my violate neck. Only my body did n't like it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to own me. She merged our bodies together.

You never said I would bourgeon tentacles from my kitty, Merita !

What 's faulty with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your eubstance. You exploded so hard when I took your hymen 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 have tentacles sprouting from our cunnies.

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

The audio of Prefect geneva bolted veneration through me and Tabitha. My friend stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her headway, reacting to fear. My luxuria evaporated, they slithered back inside my pussy and were ... gone.

"What 's wrong ? I heard screams."

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

Proper young adult female did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No matter how howling it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as wide as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our prat. We lifted our rosehip, shoving our wooden leg beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the door opened. geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hired man. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a Edward D. White nightie, her orotund boob swelling the front. Ruffled laces decorated the neckline and brushed the undersurface of her Kuki-Chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her vocalization 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 terrible country, our belly full phase of the moon of hoo-hah, and that itchiness had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able to get a good nighttime 's rest if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a grin."I am glad to see you young woman are helping remedy the former 's hysterics. We ca n't have our girls squirming in class or up half the nighttime unable to log Z's. You are here to get an education, and we ca n't do that if your hapless cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in amazement. There had been hints all day that this schooltime ... approved of sapphic behavior, all under the pretence of curing a medical condition. I had heard of female person hysterics, of class, I just never realized the curative was so stimulating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the doctor to give birth her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to envisage 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 least 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 tight smile."If you are this loud again, I will write out fault and mail you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand ?"

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

"Well, have a unspoilt Night,"smiled Geneva."And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever involve it, my elbow room is just down the student residence. I am always willing to assist a immature woman achieve the pinnacle of wellness. It would be my pleasure."Her voice was throaty with those last intelligence, her oculus smoky.

My cunt itched and flutters ran through me as the sure-enough girlfriend closed the door behind us.

I squirmed as the silence deepened. The light from our oil lamp flickered through the elbow room. Electricity had n't spread this far into the country yet. I am surely it would someday. Electric visible light were such marvels. All of British capital glowed at nighttime these days.

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

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

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My supporter swallowed."Can you explain why you have tentacles that come out of your puss ? Are you a addict ? do you belong in a traveling funfair ?"

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

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

caustic remark is very annoying, Henrietta. It is considered quite unmannered to my people. recite her. I 'm sure she 'll interpret and even come to like them. Remember how very much you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were rattling. I glanced at my friend, staring into her gullible eyes. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable lady friend. I licked my lips, tasting her lady of pleasure cunt again as she trembled.

"Okay, when I went out for a manner of walking, I saw a fritter superstar and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at first, the strange lights and beeping sounds of her spaceship. How she had made love life 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 Venus ?"

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

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

"Well, it 's Urania. Where else would a beautiful, female alien who likes to cure hysterics comes from ?"Tabitha asked."Not from March like one of those invading aliens."

Invading ? Merita asked.

I frowned at my friend.

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

"Oh, a narration,"I said and wrinkled my scent."No, I do n't understand books about ... aliens. And invasions."

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

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

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

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, face painted by the lantern. She licked her lips and let out a squirm and a groan full of repressed hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thighs. I knew it was untimely to keep open"curing"each other. Especially with tongues and rim, 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 hymen and buried into my depth. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her appendage. It was so wonderful feeling her slide in and out of my cunny.

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

My heart widened."What ? Sucking on a motherfucker ?"

Tabitha nodded her top dog."My maid was such a disgusting girl. She told me that even valet loved having their shaft sucked. A little oral pleasure, and there was no hazard of gestation that way. She advised me if I wanted to save a man 's tending on me during suit and win his warmness and spousal relationship marriage offer, 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. phallus 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 lust, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassuring. It was n't sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two young lady helping each early out. The fact it was the most wonderful thing in the domain only made the job a delight to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."

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

My puss fluttered.

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

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

I had a feeling I would.

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

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

"fountainhead, I think I can urinate them appear,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speaking in my judgement.

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

But it did n't feel vulgar with her hand stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling hurly burly racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juices flowing as I savored her rim. They were so marvellous. My warmness pulsation faster and faster, sending a hurry of delight through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the osculation. A smile spread across her freckled impertinence."I like kissing you."

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

"And you 're mamilla are so knockout. face at them."Tabitha eyes flicked down to my mammilla 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 saliva soaked through the textile, strong and wet. My mammilla 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 dally with your consistence. We 'll have such a rattling time."

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

Her fingers reached my cunt. She stroked at my blonde curl as she kissed over to my other tit and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen paper framework rasped on my tit as she sucked, shooting such pleasure through my body.

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

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming growing in my deepness."Thomas More, more. You have to touch my kitty directly. Please, Tabitha, hold back teasing me."

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

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

I liked that mind. As Tabitha leaned down to go down on on my nipples through my nightgown—going back and Forth between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my helping hand up her position and fondled her round of drinks breast. Hers were large than mine. I squeezed it through her nightgown, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her digit brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her white meat. Her tit stood out hard against her nightgown, begging to be touched. I moved up to the laces keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the first tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the second and slipped my hand down the social movement of her dressing gown.

"Etta,"she moaned between suck as my bare hand cupped her titty, her nipple detrition into my palm."Ooh, yes, I like that."

Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my pussy sassing. She made longer and longer contact, sliding up and down my cunt and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so severely between my finger's breadth and yet soft at the same time. She moaned every meter I rolled it.

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

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

"Do it,"she moaned, her fingers 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 button and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my twat. They brushed my thigh and then her hand as my sexual climax burst inside of me.

Juices flooded out with my tentacles, coating them. They rose into the air, purple and glistening with my succus. I gasped and moaned, my tentacles flailing. Tabitha gasped, pulling her bridge player away from me, staring at the tentacles as the pleasure washed through my mind.

"Oh yes, your purulent tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your rim, 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 component part of me. Like my arms or legs. I could sense them, verify them. It was n't unmanageable either even though there were four of them. I wiggled them, bringing a giggle from Tabitha 's lips.

She clapped her hands."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't have intercourse what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the mint of them stir such wonderful to-do through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysteric cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red hair spilling around her aspect and falling down to brush mine."Will you care my hysterics ? Pretty please ?"

I grinned at her, aegir 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 fount as she squealed in schoolgirlish delight. Her red whisker tickled my face as her hot lips moved about my cheek and temple. Then she kissed my intrude and finally my lips. That kiss was n't a peck, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and undulate 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 tit 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 juice,"grinned Tabitha."And you smell delicious."

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

Remembering how practically 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 brim. I sucked on it, tasting my dulcet musk staining the tentacle.

My twat clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasance rippled down my tentacle to my kitty, sending wonderful flutters through me. I sucked harder, wiggling Thomas More and more of my tentacle into my mouth.

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

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

Tabitha, a twinkle in her green eye, reached the tip of my indorse tentacle. She swirled her knife about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My optic widened. double the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My disengage tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a shake of delight guess through me.

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

My hand shooting out, grasping her knee through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot delight rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new ace rippled through me. They were so wicked and wonderful.

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

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

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

One went senior high school. The purple member dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my cunt cream across her pectus 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 operose tit and batted it.

The endorse went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her sleek thigh 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 fourth tentacle farther and farther up her second joint until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so warm and hot, her curly pubic hair tickling my 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 rim and brushed her hymen.

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

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

Plucking her hymen. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouthpiece. It was so wicked just to think. I rubbed again at her Hymen, feeling the membrane stretched over her pussy. There were trap in her maidenhead, but were too minor for the tentacle to wiggle through. I slid it back to her clitoris, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the fury with which Tabitha sucked the other.

My friend fell onto her back, squirming as she stroked and sucked on one tentacle while another two caressed her pussy and tit. I tightened the tentacle about her titty, 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 rattling pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my trunk. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my early hand found my button 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 cover of my throat.

pushing it in deeper, Merita urged. Deep-throat the tentacle. You 'll get it on it.

I did. Merita showed me how to relax my throat. I gasped, my pharynx bulging as the undulating tentacle pressed into it. The imperativeness about my outgrowth was keen. I rubbed my clit faster with my finger and Tabitha 's with my tentacle.

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

Her body bucked. Wordless war cry of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a double-dyed O. Her paroxysms spasmed her body. Hot succus flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her palpitation physical structure and orgasming cunny.

"Etta,"she gasped, eye squeezing shut."Oh, Etta, yes, yes, yes. These tentacles are rattling. I 'm so glad 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 gown and wrapped it about her other knocker. 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 case turning as read as her hair's-breadth. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to take her virginal membrane. But I had to ask her. I had to construct sure it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my ally, struggling to rest, my nub pound in my chest of drawers. Her kitty was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and feel her around me.

"Can I ... ?"

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

I kissed my friend hard on the lips as I pressed my tentacle against her pussycat. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my other two tentacles constricting closely about her tits. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her kiss as I sank my tentacle into the profundity of her pussy. Hot, wet, silky, delectable flesh engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my protagonist 's untouched cunny, savoring the pleasure of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It 's a wonderful natural endowment she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her voice. And she 's so tight and wet. Oh, yes. She 's marvellous. Do n't you love it ? Do n't you know how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so diffuse and satiny, Henrietta ?

Yes !

I trembled as I fucked my tentacle in and out of Tabitha 's cunny, our glossa dancing together. Her material body squeezed down on my tentacle. The pleasure rippled down the outgrowth. My toes curled. My finger danced knockout on my clitoris, the two pleasance mixing, swirling, merging.

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's receive the wonderful paroxysm. Let her cunny therapeutic our hysterics.

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

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

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

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

"I love you in me."Her smile grew as my coming peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. celebrate working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's flummox. Oh, yes. I can feel you so deep in me, Etta. honey 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 friend 's cunny. New pleasure built inside of me was I pumped my process. The early two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's breast, teasing her nipple.

But the quarter had nothing to do.

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

I did bonk 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 spittle. I groaned, my sphincter clenching as I slithered it between my butt-cheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes, curative my hysteric,"moaned Tabitha."Oh, please, please, Etta. Keep ramming that tentacle in me. I 'm going to cum again. I love cumming. Those grand paroxysms 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 opening, stirring around it. The strange virtuoso scene to my pussy as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her viridity eyes twinkled. She reached out and seized my spare hand.

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

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

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

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

I nodded my head, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter. My bowels stretched. The burning sensation swelled as my appendage slithered abstruse. My back arched, my asshole clenching. I gasped, clenching my manus hard on Tabitha 's and my tentacles about her breasts.

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

Our lips met in another kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, guileful kitty and the early in my tight, velvety bowels. Both holes felt so different, but equally grand. I trembled, my tongue performing with hers, our hands held tight.

My heart cadence so fast with excitement.

beloved her, whispered Merita. lovemaking her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. reach her cum.

Yes, yes, yes.

We writhed on the bed. I pumped the tentacles faster and faster in our mess. My bowels clenched down on them. So many sensations rippled through my consistence : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's chest, the others reaming our holes, the burning delight radiating out of my intestine as I buggered myself, the sweet touching of her lips.

And her handwriting ...

Tabitha grasped my small knoll through my nightdress. She clenched on them, her finger's breadth sliding around my mamilla. It was such a wonderful, wicked whiz, sending tingles radiating through my trunk. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

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

Me, too.

It was addictive. A frailty that she had heard the temperance charwoman railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She did n't want to give up the paroxysms of delectation. She loved them. They were wondrous no thing how over-the-top it was.

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

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

"So amazing. It is unlike than being in your cunny. But soooo wonderful. Oh, my bowels are so tight on my tentacles."I shuddered, ramming my tentacles in bass, loving the duel delectation of the my bowels caressing my appendage which caressed my gut. 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 next clock time,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my going. Cure my hysterics."Her fingerbreadth 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 tit, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha 's eyes rolled back in her head. She trembled and moaned. Her mouth opened into a wide of the mark O.

And she came.

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

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

The flavour of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the sharpness. It was the final stimulation I needed. The paroxysms exploded in the profoundness of my pussy. The walls convulsed about the four tentacles extending from my sex. My bowel clenched down on my plunging appendage.

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

sexual love you, too, moaned Merita in my psyche, trembling in pleasure as our persuasion hugged each other. So good. Yes, yes, yes.

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

"Cumming again,"she moaned through clenched dentition."Oh, yes. Your tentacles are the absolute best. Thank you, thank 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 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 light. She rolled over quickly and extinguished the flame before flopping on the bed, a grinning on her face.

"That was the best."

I nodded my mind and did n't fend as she pulled me in for a sweet kiss. 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 longsighted, 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 orgasm. But as she drifted off into nap, a spike of worry crack through her. She was stranded on the primitive satellite and the pith of her spaceship was missing.

It contained nanites. If she had any Bob Hope of fixing her ship, she had to recover it. And before any human found it. That could be disastrous. The nanites were separated from the ship 's estimator, 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 exit her school and find it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the New teacher at the Kensington Boarding School. A lesbian, she had been bore to shore a job at the school. It was whispered in the circles she moved through—women who understood the pleasure that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its female body towards the delight of the feminine, using hysteric as a pretext to inclose Sapphic pleasures.

"Miss Marilynn, I thought we came out to walk,"the housemaid Daisy said, her voice squeaking with fear.

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

Marilynn was a Cy Young woman, her green frock tight about her organic structure, cut to enhance her rather generous tit. Her auburn hair fell in whorl about her case. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her whisker, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting star 's fiery plunge.

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

"Have congress ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's intentions when she set out with the girl to enjoy the maid 's luxuriant eubstance. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A brown-haired, lentiginous face little girl of eighteen dressed in her maid 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's thigh to enjoy the girl.

It was n't firmly. The school earned its report as a haven of lesbian activity. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walk, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a shed, their brim coming together in a athirst osculation. Marilynn 's manpower slid up the housemaid 's dead body and found the link to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her helping hand inside.

Warm, beat breasts. teat hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her snatch burning at the stake for Daisy 's lips licking and nuzzling. The teacher would birth enjoyed a striking coming on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting star flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery passion. It was so low and then impacted near the school. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the quiver of finding a meteorite and bringing it to shoal for the scholar to hit the books was too very much for her to pass up.

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

"But it 's so dark, Miss,"Daisy said, veneration thick in her articulation."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are fairies out here. They like to wreak tricks on people."

"nance are not real,"laughed Marilynn."Humans have always had a predilection towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Chief Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical initiation to the Philosophy of Mythology. Humans strive to receive a explanation for innate consequence, but without a scientific basis, they allow their poetic face to make flight of steps of illusion. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creature out here."

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

The 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 mechanism on a farm. Maybe a pressure vessel has sprung a making water. 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 sounds. Let 's go back to the school day, fille. You can explore inside my bodice again. Your hand was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The fizzle grew louder. She crept through the wet forage. A light pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a undimmed luminosity, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric car. Strange, I did n't think electricity had reached out here.

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

"Silly girl, it is not a fagot. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a rough-cut result at night. human being good sense are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a silver canister embedded in the background like it had fallen from a great height. A light pulsed on top of it, a beacon that flashed not from an external light bulb but from the metal itself. A crack ran across the English and something hissed out, a gas darker than the fog.

"What is it, Miss ?"Daisy asked, her vocalisation 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 script and waved it through the fog. It clung to her finger. Something was suspended in the gas, Black, oily. It swelled down her digit, moving, reaching, alive.

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

The smarmy substance filled her mouth and nostril. 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 Thomas More and More of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The earth fuzzed dark and she fell onto her face as the nanites went to work on changing her body.

To be continued ...