Boarding schoolhouse clash
Chapter Three : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's pussy Tentacles
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute shock. Our small bedroom in the Kensington Boarding shoal swam around me. This was impossible. This could not be happening. Out of all the foreign, 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 top dog and fucking hair. The process pulsed and gripped her. I could feel through them, the satiny texture of my friend 's skin, the soft Wave of her red tomentum, her warmly breath 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 knocker 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 pussy on my sassing.

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

Tabitha sucked in another breathing place and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were uncivilised. Her hands gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her grimace. I did n't recognise what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding school day into the misty night an extraterrestrial 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the volcanic crater made by its impingement, and almost died ? How could I tell her I broke my neck ?

If Merita had n't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so weird to shout a craftsmanship that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would let died. Nanites, according to her, were piffling automatons, like midget wind-up toys, inside of me, working to fix my collapse neck. Only my eubstance did n't like it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to possess me. She merged our soundbox together.

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

What 's wrongly with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your body. You exploded so hard when I took your hymen and fucked them in and out of your wet 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 cheap belt rattled our door."What is going on in there ?"

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

"What 's wrong ? I heard screams."

"null, Prefect,"I shouted, my meat thudding. I had never been so panic-stricken of being caught in all the eighteen years of my life. We were half-naked, faces smeared in cunny emollient, and in Tabitha 's bed. Even without the tentacles, we were behaving so poorly.

Proper Lester Willis Young women did not ... engage in sapphic sex. No affair how howling it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as all-encompassing as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our ass. We lifted our rosehip, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the door opened. Hollands peered in, holding an oil lamp in her paw. Her platinum-blonde whisker fell loose about her shoulder joint. She wore a flannel nightgown, her large tit swelling the front. ruffled laces decorated the neckline and brushed the bed of her chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her representative speechmaking with a refined verbiage."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 full of flap, and that itching had settled in our nethers. We would n't be capable to get a expert 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 cure the other 's hysterics. We ca n't have our missy squirming in class or up half the nighttime ineffectual to sleep. You are here to get an education, and we ca n't do that if your poor cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in amazement. There had been hints all day that this school day ... approved of lesbian doings, all under the guise of curing a medical condition. I had heard of female person hysteric, of trend, I just never realized the cure was so stimulating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the doctor to take in her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to imagine the shrunken, old man licking my female parent 's pussy or fingering her clitoris to bring in about convulsion of rapture to cure her.

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

"Well, in the time to come 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 supply fault and send you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we realise ?"

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

"Well, have a good night,"smiled geneva."And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever necessitate it, my room is just down the anteroom. I am always volition to help a Whitney Young womanhood achieve the pinnacle of health. It would be my pleasure."Her representative was throaty with those last row, her eye smoky.

My kitty itched and to-do ran through me as the sr. girl closed the threshold behind us.

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

Tabitha stared at me, her freckled font paler than usual."Henrietta,"she said, using my entire public figure instead of Eta for the first time, her voice breathless,"what were those that came out of your cunny ?"

"Tentacles,"I said, my affectionateness 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 to in a traveling carnival ?"

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

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

Sarcasm is very get to, Henrietta. It is considered quite yokelish to my people. Tell her. I 'm sure she 'll translate and even come to wish them. Remember how much you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were rattling. I glanced at my champion, staring into her viridity eyes. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable lady friend. I licked my lip, tasting her tart pussycat again as she trembled.

"Okay, when I went out for a walk, I saw a shooting genius and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the Crater, thinking Merita was a sprite at first, the unusual visible radiation and beeping sounds of her spaceship. How she had made love to me with her tentacles and healed my body and merged into me.

"And she 's an ... extraterrestrial. Like from another satellite ?"

I nodded my head.

"From Venus ?"

Why do your people keep thinking that ? genus Venus is a frightful position. It 's worse than Mars.

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

"Well, it 's Venus. Where else would a beautiful, distaff noncitizen who likes to cure 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 well 's serial. Do n't you register Pearson 's Magazine ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting commodity. The tripods are out and they have heat rays and they 're marauding across the English language countryside."

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

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

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

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

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, boldness painted by the lantern. She licked her lips and let out a squirm and a groan total of repressed hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thigh. I knew it was wrong to keep"curing"each other. Especially with tongues and rim, but it was so wonderful.

"So ... Merita cured your hysteric 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 maidenhead and buried into my profundity. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her appendage. It was so wonderful feeling her sliding board 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 scratch ?"

Tabitha nodded her head."My maid was such a loathsome girl. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their dicks sucked. A piffling oral pleasance, and there was no risk of maternity that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a valet 's attention on me during courtship and win his philia and marriage proposition, 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. member are the worse. They 're just disgusting.

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

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

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

My pussycat fluttered.

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

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

I had a feeling I would.

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

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

"Well, I think I can cause them appear,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita oral presentation in my nous.

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

But it did n't palpate vulgar with her script stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling flutter racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juices flowing as I savored her sass. They were so wonderful. My spunk round faster and faster, sending a rush of delectation through my body.

I think I loved her.

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

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

"And you 're tit are so backbreaking. front at them."Tabitha centre flicked down to my tit poking at the linen."They want to be played with, too."

She leaned down, her red tomentum caressing my font, and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. Her spit soaked through the stuff, warm 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 activated. provoke me and sprout my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your body. We 'll let such a wonderful time."

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

Her fingers reached my slit. She stroked at my blond curls as she kissed over to my other nipple and engulfed it through my night-robe. The wet linen paper framework rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.

The hysteric to-do built in my stomach. I twitched and shivered. Her fingerbreadth played with my blonde curl, only stroking the edges of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my finger digging into the sheets beneath us.

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

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

Yes, she is a naughty vexer, Merita purred. You should touch her backrest. Stimulate her and she 'll shake you.

I liked that thought. As Tabitha leaned down to suck up on my teat through my nightgown—going back and forth between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my hand up her slope and fondled her unit of ammunition breast. Hers were larger than mine. I squeezed it through her nightie, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her fingers brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her tit. 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 beginning tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the second and slipped my hand down the front of her dressing gown.

"Etta,"she moaned between sucking as my bare deal cupped her breast, her teat detrition into my palm."Ooh, yes, I like that."

Tabitha squirmed, her digit brushing my cunt lips. She made longer and longer contact, sliding up and down my slit and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her mammilla. It was so heavily between my digit and yet flaccid at the same sentence. She moaned every time I rolled it.

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

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

"Do it,"she moaned, her finger sliding up and rubbing hard at my clitoris."Let them out. I want you to heal my hysteric. Do it."

My snatch clenched, squirmed. The pleasure swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my nipple through my nightdress. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my kitty-cat. They brushed my thighs and then her hired man as my coming burst inside of me.

juice 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 hands away from me, staring at the tentacles as the pleasure washed through my mind.

"Oh yes, your kitty-cat tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your lips, stretching you exposed. Ooh, that looks wild."

"Uh-huh,"I panted and shuddered, my sexual climax 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 branch or legs. I could experience them, ascertain 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 handwriting."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't make out what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the sight of them stir such rattling disruption through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red whisker spilling around her nerve and falling down to brush mine."Will you care my hysterics ? Pretty please ?"

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

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

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

Tabitha rained candy kiss on my face as she squealed in girlish delectation. Her red hair tickled my face as her hot sassing moved about my nerve and temple. Then she kissed my poke and finally my back talk. That osculation 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 boldness and bolted up. She shifted on her stifle, her white meat 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 juices,"grinned Tabitha."And you smell delicious."

Tabitha leaned over and licked at my tentacle. She dragged her tongue up it. My trunk twitched and spasmed. Her glossa rose mellow and higher, gathering my emollient. My tentacles were so medium, like my pap, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating member to roleplay with.

Remembering how much 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 sweet musk staining the tentacle.

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

Yes, yes, that is pleasant-tasting, Merita moaned in my mind.

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

Tabitha, a sparkle in her K eye, reached the tip of my second base tentacle. She swirled her knife about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My eyes widened. duplicate the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My unblock tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of delight shooting through me.

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

My bridge player shot out, grasping her genu through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot pleasure 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 play, too.

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

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

One went highschool. The purple appendage dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my pussy cream across her chest as I searched for her breasts. I found one and entwined it. The tentacle slithered around her tit, squeezing it until the tip reached her toilsome tit and batted it.

The sec went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her sleek thighs and then quested up her leg, searching for her virgin cunny. Tabitha trembled, sucking so hard on my tentacle, shooting wicked delight down the outgrowth. I quested the one-quarter tentacle farther and farther up her thigh until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so lovesome and hot, her curly pubic hair tickling my appendage. I slid the tip up and down her puss, 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 stranger purred, her thoughts caressing mine. She 's so wet and juicy. And her hymen ... Oh, I get that marvellous bang of taking her virginity, too.

Plucking her hymen. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so wicked just to believe. I rubbed again at her virginal membrane, feeling the membrane stretched over her kitty-cat. There were golf hole in her maidenhead, but were too small for the tentacle to joggle through. I slid it back to her clitoris, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the fierceness 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 tit, 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 wonderful delight spilled down it. I trembled, my hand caressing my body. I pinched a pap through my dressing gown while my other 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 mouth. I coiled against the back of my throat.

energy it in deeper, Merita urged. Deep-throat the tentacle. You 'll love it.

I did. Merita showed me how to loosen my throat. I gasped, my pharynx bulging as the undulating tentacle pressed into it. The imperativeness 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 mouth."tonal pattern, yes, yes. You 're tentacles are amazing. Oh, yes. I 'm going to ... to ..."

Her body bucked. Wordless watchword of joy sounded from her back talk, lips rounded into a utter O. Her paroxysm spasmed her torso. Hot juices flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her trembling eubstance and orgasming cunny.

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

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

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

She spasmed again, gasping, her face turn as read as her haircloth. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to acquire her maidenhead. But I had to ask her. I had to produce indisputable it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my pharynx, gasping for air. I stared at my friend, struggling to take a breather, my heart hammering in my chest. Her pussy was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and palpate her around me.

"Can I ... ?"

"Yes,"nodded Tabitha."pluck 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 twat. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my other two tentacles constricting tight about her bosom. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her osculation as I sank my tentacle into the profundity of her pussy. Hot, wet, silky, delightful anatomy engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my friend 's untouched cunny, savoring the pleasance of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It 's a wonderful gift she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her voice. And she 's so wet and wet. Oh, yes. She 's howling. Do n't you bang it ? Do n't you love how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so soft and silklike, Henrietta ?

Yes !

I trembled as I fucked my tentacle in and out of Tabitha 's cunny, our tongues dancing together. Her flesh squeezed down on my tentacle. The joy rippled down the extremity. My toes curled. My finger danced heavily on my button, the two pleasures mixing, swirling, merging.

Merita, I moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you in me."Her grin grew as my climax peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. Keep working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's amazing. Oh, yes. I can feel you so mysterious in me, Etta. dear 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 ally 's cunny. New joy built inside of me was I pumped my member. The other two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's boob, teasing her nipple.

But the one-quarter had nothing to do.

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

I did love it when your tongue 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 spittle. I groaned, my sphincter clenching as I slithered it between my butt-cheeks.

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

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

I felt the puckered, wrinkled opening, stirring around it. The foreign sensation shot to my snatch as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her green eyes twinkled. She reached out and seized my free hand.

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

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

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

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

I nodded my caput, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter. My gut stretched. The burning mavin swelled as my appendage slithered rich. My back arched, my asshole clenching. I gasped, clenching my hands hard on Tabitha 's and my tentacles about her breasts.

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

Our lips met in another kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, slick pussy and the other in my tight, velvety bowels. Both trap felt so dissimilar, but equally marvellous. I trembled, my tongue playacting with hers, our workforce held tight.

My heart beat so dissipated with excitement.

sexual love her, whispered Merita. sexual love her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. seduce her cum.

Yes, yes, yes.

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

And her hands ...

Tabitha grasped my small hammock through my nightgown. She clenched on them, her finger's breadth sliding around my nipples. It was such a fantastic, wicked sensation, sending prickling radiating through my torso. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

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

Me, too.

It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the temperance women railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She did n't desire to consecrate up the paroxysms of delight. She loved them. They were wonderful no issue how sinful it was.

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

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

"So stick. It is dissimilar than being in your cunny. But soooo wonderful. Oh, my bowel are so tight on my tentacles."I shuddered, ramming my tentacles in deep, loving the duel delight of the my bowels caressing my outgrowth which caressed my gut. They fluttered through me, building inside of me.

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

"Oh, you have to bugger me next meter,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my loss. 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 snatch. The others assaulted her teat, writhing beneath her night-robe. Tabitha 's eyes rolled back in her header. She trembled and moaned. Her mouth opened into a all-encompassing O.

And she came.

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

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

The feel of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the edge. It was the final stimulation I needed. The paroxysm exploded in the deepness 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."

passion you, too, moaned Merita in my mind, trembling in delight as our thoughts hugged each other. So skilful. 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 pussycat clenching down on my tentacle, her twat stretched blanket 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 hair spilling about my sweaty face.

Drowsy pleasance descended on me. My body buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my kitty. Then they were gone and I was a normal girl again. My hired man took Tabitha 's as we stared in each early 's faces in the flickering lamp Christ Within. 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 oral sex and did n't defy as she pulled me in for a angelic kiss. Our arms held each other. My eyes closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our oral sex pillowed side-by-side. It was such a long, exciting day.

I fell into sleep.

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Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her mind. The noncitizen 's thoughts still buzzed from the wonderful orgasms. But as she drifted off into eternal sleep, a spike of worry shot through her. She was stranded on the primitive planet and the core of her spaceship was missing.

It contained nanites. If she had any Bob Hope of fixing her ship, she had to convalesce it. And before any homo found it. That could be disastrous. The nanites were separated from the ship 's information processing system, not under any control.

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

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the unexampled instructor at the Kensington Boarding schooltime. A gay woman, she had been eager to land a job at the school. It was whispered in the rotary she moved through—women who understood the pleasure that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its female person body towards the pleasures of the feminine, using hysterics as a pretext to inclose sapphic pleasures.

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

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

Marilynn was a young char, her green attire tight about her body, cut to enhance her rather generous bosom. Her auburn tomentum fell in curls about her look. She wished she had worn a cloak as the dampness assaulted her hair, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting lead 's fiery plunge.

"But, young lady Marilynn, I did n't opine you meant a existent walk. Out in the fog. I thought we were gon na ..."

"Have relations ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's purpose when she set out with the girl to delight the maid 's lush body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to get down her precept. A brown-haired, lentiginose face girl of XVIII dressed in her maid 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's second joint to savour the girl.

It was n't hard. The school earned its reputation as a haven of gay woman activity. So when Marilynn invited the amah out for a walkway, it was n't long before she had the maidservant pinned against a shed, their back talk meeting in a athirst kiss. Marilynn 's handwriting slid up the housemaid 's trunk and found the ties to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her helping hand inside.

Warm, round breasts. Nipples hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burning for Daisy 's lips licking and nuzzling. The instructor would cause enjoyed a spectacular climax on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting adept 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 thrill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to shoal for the students to study was too practically for her to blow over up.

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

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

"Fairies are not genuine,"laughed Marilynn."homo have always had a predilection towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical presentation to the Philosophy of Mythology. humankind endeavour to find a explanation for natural event, but without a scientific understructure, they allow their poetic position to produce flights of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here."

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

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

"Probably some mechanism on a farm. Maybe a insistence vessel has sprung a passing water. It would explicate the hissing."

"What kind of mechanism would be out here ? It 's nothing but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have twist which make these audio. Let 's go back to the school, young lady. You can research inside my bodice again. Your hand was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The fizzle grew louder. She crept through the wet green goddess. A light pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a bright light, pulsing with a geometrical regularity not found in nature. It was electric. 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 toy tricks."

"Silly miss, it is not a fag. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a common outcome at Night. homo sens are optimized for daytime, not the nocturnal."

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

"What is it, young woman ?"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 fume. She reached out her hand and waved it through the fog. It clung to her finger's breadth. Something was suspended in the gas, blacken, oily. It swelled down her finger's breadth, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fright as the taint spread. The gas, once billowing out in a straight stream, moved and undulated. It reached towards her like a gaseous serpent. The teacher screamed, her spunk hammer, and turned to take flight as the fog engulfed her body.

The fulsome substance filled her mouth and nostrils. It poured down her throat. She staggered two steps and fell to her knees while the maiden called her epithet over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to respire as more and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The globe fuzzed night and she fell onto her brass as the nanites went to cultivate on changing her body.

To be continued ...