Boarding School Encounter
Chapter leash : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's Pussy Tentacles
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute impact. Our small bedroom in the Kensington Boarding 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 purple tentacles sprouting out of my pussy and wrapped about Tabitha 's head and flaming tomentum. The process pulsed and gripped her. I could feel through them, the sleek grain of my friend 's skin, the gentle undulation of her red hair, her ardent breathing time wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to take a breather. I fell back on Tabitha 's bed, my breasts heaving beneath my nightgown. It was bunched up around my shank. Just moments ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysteric after I cured hers. I could still try her tangy puss on my lips.

Relax, Merita, the Lesbian alien possessing my organic structure, whispered in my intellection. Relax. Those are our tentacles. They came out because you grew so excited. Not that I blame you. Tabitha did a wonderful job licking your pussy.

Tabitha sucked in another breath and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were baseless. Her hands gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her aspect. 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 groggy night an extraterrestrial being 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the crater made by its impact, and almost died ? How could I assure her I broke my neck opening ?

If Merita had n't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so weird to call in a trade that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would give birth died. Nanites, according to her, were little automatons, like tiny wind-up toys, inside of me, working to fix my broken cervix. Only my soundbox did n't like it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to have me. She merged our trunk together.

You never said I would pullulate tentacles from my kitty-cat, Merita !

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

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

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

The strait of Prefect Holland gin bolted awe through me and Tabitha. My friend stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her promontory, reacting to fear. My lust evaporated, they slithered back inside my pussy and were ... gone.

"What 's wrong ? I heard screams."

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

Proper vernal cleaning lady did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No matter how wonderful it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as wide as mine, acted. She pushed down the comfort covering her bed and beneath our rears. We lifted our pelvis, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the door opened. Geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her mitt. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a gabardine gown, her with child bosom swelling the front. cock lacing decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her voice 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 commonwealth, our bellies good of kerfuffle, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able to get a adept night 's rest if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a smile."I am glad to see you girls are helping therapeutic the early 's hysterics. We ca n't ingest our girls squirming in class or up half the dark ineffectual to sleep. You are here to get an instruction, and we ca n't do that if your inadequate cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in astonishment. There had been hint all day that this school day ... approved of Lesbian behaviour, all under the pretext of curing a medical condition. I had heard of distaff hysterics, of course, I just never realized the remedy was so induce and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the medico to bear her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to imagine the withered, old man licking my mother 's pussy or fingering her clitoris to bring about paroxysms of transport to bring around her.

No curiosity she went at to the lowest degree once a workweek 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 pixilated smiling."If you are this loud again, I will come forth fault and send you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we infer ?"

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

"Well, have a well dark,"smiled geneva."And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever need it, my room is just down the residence hall. I am always willing to help a Brigham Young adult female achieve the pinnacle of health. It would be my pleasure."Her spokesperson was throaty with those live words, her eye smoky.

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

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

Tabitha stared at me, her freckled font paler than usual."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 protagonist swallowed."Can you explain why you have tentacles that come out of your kitty ? Are you a nut ? do you belong in a traveling carnival ?"

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

Right. She 'll understand that an alien possessed me.

satire is very annoying, Henrietta. It is considered quite bad-mannered to my people. secernate her. I 'm sure she 'll understand and even come to like them. Remember how much you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were rattling. I glanced at my friend, staring into her greenish eyes. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable young woman. I licked my mouth, tasting her tart cunt 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 number 1, the foreign lighting and beeping sounds of her starship. How she had made passion to me with her tentacles and healed my body and merged into me.

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

I nodded my head.

"From Venus ?"

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

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

"well, it 's Venus. Where else would a beautiful, female alien who likes to bring around hysteric 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 H. G. Wells 's serial publication. Do n't you read Pearson 's mag ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting effective. The tripods are out and they have heat rays and they 're marauding across the English people countryside."

"Oh, a story,"I said and wrinkled my poke."No, I do n't read record book about ... aliens. And invasions."

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

"She 's from a different planet around a dissimilar 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, nerve painted by the lantern. She licked her rim and let out a wiggle and a moan full moon 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 keep open"curing"each former. Especially with knife and lips, but it was so wonderful.

"So ... Merita cured your hysterics with her tentacles ?"asked Tabitha.

I nodded my head.

"And plucked your maidenhead ?"

I nodded again, blushing and remembering how her tentacle had penetrated my hymen and buried into my profoundness. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her 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 eyes widened."What ? Sucking on a dick ?"

Tabitha nodded her school principal."My housemaid was such a severe girl. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their gumshoe sucked. A short oral joy, and there was no risk of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to proceed a gentleman's gentleman 's attention on me during courtship and win his affectionateness and spousal relationship 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 risky. They 're just disgusting.

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

"That 's different. I was n't satiating a man 's vile lecherousness, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so assure. It was n't sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two girlfriend helping each other out. The fact it was the most wonderful thing in the world only made the job a joy 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 legs beneath the cover. She slid high, pressing beneath my gown.

My pussy fluttered.

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

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

I had a feeling I would.

I nodded my head."Gladly. Only ... I do n't know how to take a crap them fare 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 example. But I imagine Tabitha only has to stimulate you and they will appear.

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

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

But it did n't palpate vulgar with her hand stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling disturbance racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juices flowing as I savored her backtalk. They were so rattling. My heart beat faster and faster, sending a spate of delight through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the kiss. A smile spread across her freckled nerve."I like kissing you."

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

"And you 're nipples are so hard. 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 gown. Her saliva soaked through the material, warm and wet. My mamilla ached as she nibbled and sucked, shooting delight down to my pussy.

Something squirmed in my depths.

"Oh, yes,"I moaned."That 's it, Tabitha. Mmm, yes. Get me excited. make me and germinate my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your body. We 'll have such a marvellous time."

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

Her finger's breadth reached my cunt. She stroked at my blond curls as she kissed over to my early nipple and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen paper fabric rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.

The hysterical flutters built in my tummy. I twitched and shivered. Her digit played with my blond gyre, only stroking the bound of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tantalization. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming ontogeny in my profundity."More, more. You have to affect my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, stop 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 rear. Stimulate her and she 'll stimulate you.

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

Her fingers brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her boob. Her tit 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 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 sucks as my bare script cupped her tit, her nipple rubbing into my decoration."Ooh, yes, I like that."

Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my pussy lips. She made longer and longer striking, sliding up and down my slit and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so hard between my fingerbreadth and yet indulgent at the Saame time. She moaned every time I rolled it.

Her fingers rubbed heavy at my twat. She no longer teased me. I groaned, my toes curling as she coaxed out my pussy tentacles. My pegleg spread wider and wider as the squirming in my depths grew and grew.

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

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

My cunt clenched, squirmed. The joy swelled in me as she massaged my button and sucked on my nipple through my nightie. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my kitty. They brushed my second joint and then her bridge player as my sexual climax volley inside of me.

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

"Oh yes, your kitty tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your back talk, stretching you exposed. 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 arm or pegleg. I could palpate them, control them. It was n't difficult either even though there were four of them. I wiggled them, bringing a giggle from Tabitha 's lips.

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

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

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

"I can arrange that, Tabitha,"I smiled, eagre to find out if Merita was correct.

Tabitha rained osculation on my face as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red hairsbreadth tickled my human face as her hot backtalk moved about my cheeks and temple. Then she kissed my intrude and finally my lips. That kiss was n't a passel, but hot, loaf, making my tentacles wave and ruffle as exhilaration flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the osculation, a huge smiling on her boldness and bolted up. She shifted on her human knee, her breasts pressing against her dressing gown as she grasped one of my tentacles. I gasped, shuddering as she stroked it.

"Ooh, it is slippy with your cunny juice,"grinned Tabitha."And you smell delicious."

Tabitha leaned over and licked at my tentacle. She dragged her lingua up it. My body twitched and spasmed. Her tongue rose higher and in high spirits, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so raw, like my teat, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating outgrowth to play with.

remembering how a good deal 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 lips. I sucked on it, tasting my sweet musk staining the tentacle.

My twat clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The delight rippled down my tentacle to my pussy, sending terrific to-do through me. I sucked harder, wiggling 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 2nd tentacle. She swirled her knife about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My center widened. reduplicate the delight rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of delight shot through me.

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in delectation. My cheek hollowed as I cleaned all my juices off. My eyes fluttered. Pleasure rippled down my tentacle. I shuddered as Tabitha swirled her tongue about the tip of the other, her manpower stroking me.

My hand jibe out, grasping her genu through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot joy rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new sensations rippled through me. They were so wicked and wonderful.

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

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

She purred in delectation and, for a bit, 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. The purple outgrowth dived into her unbuttoned bodice, smearing my pussy cream across her chest of drawers 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 gruelling nipple and batted it.

The 2d went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her aerodynamic thighs and then quested up her leg, searching for her virgin cunny. Tabitha trembled, sucking so hard on my tentacle, shooting wicked delight down the member. I quested the fourth tentacle farther and farther up her thigh until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so warmly and hot, her curly pubic hair's-breadth tickling my appendage. I slid the tip up and down her slit, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, striking the little nub then slid down her wet sassing and brushed her hymen.

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

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

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

My friend fell onto her back, squirming as she stroked and sucked on one tentacle while another two caressed her cunt 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 optic widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her hands tightened on it. Such wonderful pleasance spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my soundbox. I pinched a mammilla 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 oral fissure. I coiled against the spinal column of my throat.

Push it in deeper, Merita urged. Deep-throat the tentacle. You 'll lie with it.

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

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

Her dead body bucked. Wordless watchword of joy sounded from her lip, lips rounded into a perfect O. Her fit 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 trembling body and orgasming cunny.

"Etta,"she gasped, heart 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 rima oris, ached for sensation. I shoved it down her dressing surgical gown and wrapped it about her other breast. I squeezed them both. They pressed up into her dressing down, the tentacles writhing beneath, rubbing her mammilla, savoring how they felt against her skin.

She spasmed again, gasping, her fount turning as show as her fuzz. 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 sure it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my friend, struggling to breathe, my heart hammering in my 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."pluck my cerise. 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 pussy. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my other two tentacles constricting fast about her tits. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her osculation as I sank my tentacle into the depths of her pussy. Hot, wet, silky, scrumptious soma engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my supporter 's untasted cunny, savoring the delight of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It 's a marvelous natural endowment she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her voice. And she 's so tight and wet. Oh, yes. She 's howling. Do n't you love it ? Do n't you get it on how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so indulgent and slick, Henrietta ?

Yes !

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

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's experience the wondrous paroxysm. Let her cunny cure our hysterics.

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

Her heart widened as the pleasure burst out of my snatch. 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 titmouse harder.

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

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

"I love you in me."Her smiling grew as my coming peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. save working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's amaze. Oh, yes. I can palpate you so bass in me, Etta. Love this."

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

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

But the 4th had naught to do.

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

I did lie with it when your clapper probed it.

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

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

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

I felt the puckered, wrinkled opening, stirring around it. The strange sensations shot to my pussy as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her William Green heart twinkled. She reached out and seized my free hand.

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

"Pushing it into my rectum,"I answered, my eyes bugging as my anatomical 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 sphincter muscle. My bowels stretched. The burning sensation swelled as my appendage slithered deeper. My back arched, my asshole clenching. I gasped, clenching my workforce hard on Tabitha 's and my tentacles about her breasts.

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

Our backtalk met in another buss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, silky cunt and the other in my tight, velvety bowel. Both hollow felt so unlike, but equally wonderful. I trembled, my tongue playacting with hers, our handwriting held tight.

My heart beat so fast with excitement.

Love her, whispered Merita. Love her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. hit 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 champion rippled through my body : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's breasts, the others reaming our cakehole, the burning delight radiating out of my bowel as I buggered myself, the sweet touch of her lips.

And her hands ...

Tabitha grasped my low hill through my gown. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my tit. It was such a wonderful, loathsome sensation, sending tingles radiating through my body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

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

Me, too.

It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the temperance woman railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She did n't want to move over up the paroxysm of joy. She loved them. They were grand no topic how extraordinary it was.

"Oh, Tabitha,"I moaned, breaking our osculation 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 putting green eyes twinkled.

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

A massive paroxysm of joy swelled in the profundity of my pussy.

"Oh, you have to bugger me next time,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my tone ending. heal my hysterics."Her finger pinched hard on my pap."Please, please. I love you so much. Fix me."

"Yes !"

I rammed my tentacle deep into her pussy. The others assaulted her tit, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha 's oculus rolled back in her headspring. She trembled and moaned. Her backtalk opened into a wide O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot feel of her twat spasming about my plunging appendage. The sleek friction increased, shooting wicked delight down my trunk. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her peg brush 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 examination stimulation I needed. The fit exploded in the depths of my pussy. The walls convulsed about the four tentacles extending from my sex. My bowels clenched down on my plunging appendage.

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

Love you, too, moaned Merita in my mind, trembling in delight as our thoughts hugged each other. So serious. 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 pussy clenching down on my tentacle, her slit stretched wide-cut 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 receive,"I moaned and then sighed, my blonde whisker spilling about my sweaty face.

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

"That was the best."

I nodded my head and did n't refuse as she pulled me in for a sweet kiss. Our arms held each former. My middle closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our headland 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 brain. The foreigner 's intellection still buzzed from the wondrous coming. But as she drifted off into sleep, a spike of vexation shot through her. She was stranded on the primitive major planet and the heart of her spaceship was missing.

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

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

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young lady Marilynn Gully was the raw instructor at the Kensington embarkment schooltime. A lesbian, she had been eager to land a job at the school. It was whispered in the dress circle she moved through—women who understood the joy that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its female person trunk towards the pleasures of the feminine, using hysterics as a pretence to introduce lesbian pleasures.

"missy Marilynn, I thought we came out to walk,"the amah Daisy said, her vocalization squeaking with fear.

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

Marilynn was a young woman, her green dress tight about her body, cut to enhance her rather generous bosom. Her auburn whisker fell in curls about her face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her hair, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting wiz 's fiery plunge.

"But, misfire Marilynn, I did n't think you meant a tangible manner of walking. 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 enjoy the housemaid 's alky consistency. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to commence her pedagogy. A brown-haired, freckled nerve girl of 18 dressed in her maid 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a lecher between Marilynn 's thighs to enjoy the girl.

It was n't hard. The school earned its report as a haven of lesbian action. So when Marilynn invited the housemaid out for a base on balls, it was n't long before she had the maidservant pinned against a throw off, their lips meeting in a athirst kiss. Marilynn 's hands slid up the maid 's trunk and found the affiliation to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her deal inside.

Warm, round breasts. pap hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her purulent burning for Daisy 's brim licking and nuzzling. The instructor would have enjoyed a outstanding orgasm on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting star flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery Passion of Christ. It was so low and then impacted near the school. And though Marilynn taught doctrine, the thrill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to school for the educatee to study was too 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 thick in her voice."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are fagot out here. They like to play deception on people."

"Fairies are not substantial,"laughed Marilynn."Humans have always had a predilection towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical introduction to the ism of Mythology. world endeavour to come up a explanation for natural events, but without a scientific cornerstone, they allow their poetic side to create flight of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here."

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

The sound was a insurrection, 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 chemical mechanism on a farm. Maybe a pressure vessel has sprung a wetting. It would explain the hissing."

"What variety of mechanism would be out here ? It 's zip but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have devices which make these strait. Let 's go back to the school, Miss. You can explore inside my bodice again. Your hand was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The hushing grew louder. She crept through the wet grass. A Light Within pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a bright light, pulsing with a geometrical regularity not found in nature. It was electric automobile. Strange, I did n't think electricity had reached out here.

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

"Silly missy, 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 skunk are optimized for day, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a atomic number 47 canister embedded in the ground like it had fallen from a groovy meridian. A light pulsed on top of it, a beacon that flashed not from an international bulb but from the metal itself. A fling 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 recognise,"Marilynn said. She moved closer, peering at the crack. She bent down, sniffing but detected no noxious fumes. She reached out her bridge player and waved it through the fog. It clung to her finger. Something was suspended in the gas, melanize, oily. It swelled down her finger, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fright as the taint spread. The gas, once billowing out in a straightforward watercourse, moved and cockle. It reached towards her like a gaseous serpent. The instructor screamed, her gist hammering, and turned to fly as the fog engulfed her body.

The oleaginous kernel filled her mouth and anterior naris. It poured down her throat. She staggered two steps and fell to her genu while the maiden called her figure over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to breathe as more and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The earthly concern fuzzed dark and she fell onto her nerve as the nanites went to work on changing her body.

To be continued ...