Boarding School Encounter 03 : Tabitha Molested By Henrietta 'S Pussy Tentacles


Anal, First-Time, Lesbian, Monster, Oral-Sex, Virginity
Boarding School Encounter
Chapter terzetto : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's puss Tentacles
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My meat hammered in absolute jolt. Our small bedroom in the Kensington embarkation schooltime 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 pussy and wrapped about Tabitha 's point and bloody hairsbreadth. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could experience through them, the silky texture of my friend 's skin, the soft wave of her red hair's-breadth, her warm breathing space wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to breathe. I fell back on Tabitha 's bed, my titty heaving beneath my nightie. It was bunched up around my waistline. Just moments ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still try her tangy snatch on my lips.

Relax, Merita, the sapphic foreigner possessing my body, whispered in my persuasion. 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 raving mad. Her work force gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her facial expression. I did n't know what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding school into the foggy Nox an outlander 's starship crashed, I fell into the crater made by its impact, 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 call a slyness that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would have died. Nanites, according to her, were niggling zombie, like bantam wind-up toys, inside of me, working to fix my break neck opening. Only my torso did n't like it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to have me. She merged our torso together.

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

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

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

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

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

"What 's faulty ? I heard screams."

"Nothing, Prefect,"I shouted, my centre thudding. I had never been so terrify of being caught in all the eighteen long time 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 Edward Young fair sex did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No matter how terrific it was.

The door hold turned.

Tabitha, her eye as wide as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our rears. We lifted our rose hip, shoving our wooden leg beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the doorway opened. Genf peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hand. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a lily-white gown, her large bosom swelling the social movement. frilly laces decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her voice speaking with a processed diction."Did you two have hysteric that needed to be cured ?"

I blushed while Tabitha said,"Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a frightful state, our abdomen to the full of to-do, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able to get a serious night 's rest if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a smile."I am gladiola to see you girls are helping cure the other 's hysteric. We ca n't give birth our girls squirming in class or up half the night unable to log Z's. You are here to get an education, and we ca n't do that if your poor cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in astonishment. There had been hints all day that this school ... approved of tribade behavior, all under the pretence of curing a medical condition. I had heard of female person hysteric, of path, I just never realized the cure was so energize and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the doctor to have got her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to imagine the shriveled, old man licking my mother 's cunt or fingering her button to get about fit of rapture to bring around her.

No wonder 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 taut grinning."If you are this loud again, I will issue fault and ship you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we sympathize ?"

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

"Well, have a safe nighttime,"smiled Geneva."And, please, go on curing yourselves. And if you ever need it, my room is just down the residence. I am always willing to serve a youth woman achieve the superlative of health. It would be my pleasure."Her voice was throaty with those last Bible, her oculus smoky.

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

I squirmed as the silence deepened. The Christ Within from our oil lamp flickered through the way. electrical energy had n't spread this far into the country yet. I am sure it would someday. electric lights 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 replete 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 explicate why you have tentacles that come out of your pussy ? Are you a freak ? do you belong in a traveling carnival ?"

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

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

Sarcasm is very rag, Henrietta. It is considered quite rude to my people. recount her. I 'm for certain she 'll see and even come to like them. commend how practically you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were wonderful. I glanced at my friend, staring into her putting surface centre. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable girl. I licked my lips, tasting her lady of pleasure slit again as she trembled.

"okey, when I went out for a walkway, I saw a hit star and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the Crater, thinking Merita was a fag at initiatory, the strange lights and beeping sounds of her starship. How she had made love to me with her tentacles and healed my body and merged into me.

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

I nodded my head.

"From Venus ?"

Why do your citizenry keep thinking that ? Urania is a ugly seat. It 's sorry than Mars.

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

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

Invading ? Merita asked.

I frowned at my friend.

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

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

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

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

"Wow,"Tabitha said, a Brobdingnagian smile on her facial expression."This is amazing."

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, human face painted by the lantern. She licked her backtalk and let out a squirm and a moan full of pent-up 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 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 maidenhead and buried into my depths. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her outgrowth. It was so terrific 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 question."My maiden was such a wicked daughter. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their dicks sucked. A niggling oral examination joy, and there was no peril of maternity that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a gentleman's gentleman 's tending on me during courtship and win his affectionateness and married couple proposal, I should be prepared to use my mouth."

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

Nor could I. phallus are the worse. 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 nauseating lust, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassuring. It was n't sex between us—sinful, gay woman sex—but two girls helping each other out. The fact it was the most tremendous affair in the world only made the chore a delight to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."

"And I was having fun until your ... tentacles sprouted."Tabitha 's helping hand touched my bare thigh. My nightgown had n't gone all the way down to my stage beneath the back. She slid high-pitched, pressing beneath my gown.

My pussycat fluttered.

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

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

I had a feeling I would.

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

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

"wellspring, I think I can make them seem,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speech production in my creative thinker.

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 kiss. It started out chaste, but soon our tongues were meeting each other, kissing in the vulgar French fashion.

But it did n't feel vulgar with her hired man stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling flap racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juice flowing as I savored her brim. They were so wonderful. My core round faster and faster, sending a rush of delectation through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the buss. A smile spread across her freckled cheeks."I like kissing you."

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

"And you 're mammilla are so intemperately. Look at them."Tabitha eyes flicked down to my tit poking at the linen."They want to be played with, too."

She leaned down, her red hair caressing my case, and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. Her spittle soaked through the textile, warm and wet. My nipple 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 stock my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your body. We 'll have such a wonderful time."

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

Her finger's breadth reached my pussy. She stroked at my blond ringlet as she kissed over to my early nipple and engulfed it through my nightie. The wet linen paper cloth rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such joy through my body.

The hysterical flutters built in my venter. I twitched and shivered. Her fingerbreadth played with my blonde scroll, only stroking the edges of my cunny. Oh, she was such a annoyer. I groaned, my digit digging into the mainsheet beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming ontogeny in my depth."More, more. You have to advert my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, stop teasing me."

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

Yes, she is a racy tease, Merita purred. You should touch her cover. Stimulate her and she 'll cause you.

I liked that idea. As Tabitha leaned down to suckle on my nipple through my nightgown—going back and Forth River between them, giving each one a legal brief suckle—I slid my hand up her side and fondled her round bosom. Hers were swelled than mine. I squeezed it through her nightgown, bringing a groan from her lips.

Her fingers brushed my clitoris.

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

"Etta,"she moaned between sucks as my bare mitt cupped her breast, her pap rubbing into my palm."Ooh, yes, I like that."

Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my kitty-cat back talk. She made longer and longer contact lens, sliding up and down my slit and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her mamilla. It was so hard between my fingers and yet soft at the same clip. She moaned every time I rolled it.

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

"Tabitha,"I moaned, my toes curling. My finger pinched her nipple punishing."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 kitty-cat clenched, squirmed. The pleasance swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my pap through my nightgown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my pussy. They brushed my thighs and then her hand as my sexual climax burst inside of me.

succus 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 pleasance washed through my mind.

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

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

I fell back on the pillows, panting, groaning, my toes clenching and my tentacles twitching. They were a part of me. Like my arms or legs. I could feel them, 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 hired hand."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't love what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the sight of them stir such marvellous flutters through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red hair spilling around her expression 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 savour using them. They are so sensitive.

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

Tabitha rained kiss on my face as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red hair tickled my human face as her hot lips moved about my cheeks and synagogue. Then she kissed my nose and finally my mouth. That kiss was n't a peck, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and undulated as excitement flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the kiss, a huge grin on her face and bolted up. She shifted on her knees, her 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 knife up it. My consistency twitched and spasmed. Her spit rose higher and higher, gathering my emollient. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my nipples, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendages to play 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 lips. I sucked on it, tasting my dulcet musk staining the tentacle.

My pussy clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The delight rippled down my tentacle to my kitty-cat, sending wonderful flutters through me. I sucked harder, wiggling Sir 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 second tentacle. She swirled her natural language about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My eyes widened. Double the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a shiver of delight dig through me.

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

My hand shaft out, grasping her articulatio genus through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot pleasance 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 wonderful, Merita.

She purred in pleasure and, for a mo, 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 senior high. The purpleness extremity dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my slit ointment across her dresser as I searched for her boob. I found one and entwined it. The tentacle slithered around her tit, squeezing it until the tip reached her grueling teat and batted it.

The 2d went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing night-robe, brushing her flowing second joint and then quested up her leg, searching for her virgin cunny. Tabitha trembled, sucking so hard on my tentacle, shooting wicked enjoy down the appendage. I quested the one-quarter tentacle farther and farther up her thigh until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

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

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

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

Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my sass. It was so skanky just to reckon. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the tissue layer stretched over her pussy. There were holes in her virginal membrane, but were too pocket-sized for the tentacle to joggle through. I slid it back to her clitoris, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the ferocity with which Tabitha sucked the other.

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

And attacked her clitoris.

Tabitha squirmed, her optic widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her manpower tightened on it. Such wonderful pleasance spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my consistence. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my former 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 mouth. I coiled against the rachis of my throat.

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

I did. Merita showed me how to slack up my pharynx. I gasped, my pharynx bulging as the undulate tentacle pressed into it. The pressure about my outgrowth was recherche. I rubbed my clitoris faster with my digit and Tabitha 's with my tentacle.

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

Her consistency bucked. Wordless cries of joy sounded from her sass, lips rounded into a stark O. Her paroxysms spasmed her eubstance. Hot juices flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her quivering trunk and orgasming cunny.

"Etta,"she gasped, optic squeezing shut."Oh, Etta, yes, yes, yes. These tentacles are rattling. I 'm so beaming you met Merita."

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

The tentacle, f reed from Tabitha 's back talk, ached for sensation. I shoved it down her dressing 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 nipples, savoring how they felt against her skin.

She spasmed again, gasping, her face turn as read as her hair's-breadth. I rubbed at her snatch, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to take her virginal membrane. But I had to ask her. I had to puddle certainly it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my champion, struggling to breathe, my heart pounding in my chest. Her slit was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and feel her around me.

"Can I ... ?"

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

I kissed my acquaintance hard on the sass as I pressed my tentacle against her kitty. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my other two tentacles constricting tight about her nipple. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

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

Of making her a woman.

It 's a marvelous natural endowment she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her articulation. And she 's so tight and wet. Oh, yes. She 's wonderful. Do n't you make out it ? Do n't you love how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so soft and silky, Henrietta ?

Yes !

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

Merita, I moaned.

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

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

Her eyes widened as the pleasance 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 tits harder.

"Are you ... ?"Her eyes 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. hold on working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's amazing. Oh, yes. I can experience you so recondite in me, Etta. Love this."

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

She caressed my thinking 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 appendage. The other two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's breasts, teasing her nipple.

But the fourth had nothing to do.

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

I did sleep together 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 caress my ass, wet with my saliva. I groaned, my sphincter clenching as I slithered it between my butt-cheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes, curative 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 convulsion 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 unusual wiz shot to my pussy as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her super C eyes twinkled. She reached out and seized my liberate hand.

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

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

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

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

I nodded my head, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter. My bowel stretched. The burning sensation swelled as my appendage slithered deeper. My back arched, my arsehole 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 hips humping."You are so filthy. 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 puss and the former in my tight, velvety bowels. Both holes felt so different, but equally tremendous. I trembled, my tongue playing with hers, our hands held tight.

My affection beat so immobile with excitement.

Love her, whispered Merita. making love her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. constitute her cum.

Yes, yes, yes.

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

And her hands ...

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

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

Me, too.

It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the sobriety char railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She did n't need to give up the convulsion of delight. She loved them. They were wonderful no matter how sinful 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 sodomise yourself ?"Her immature centre twinkled.

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

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

"Oh, you have to bugger me next time,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my release. cure my hysterics."Her fingers pinched hard on my mammilla."Please, please. I love you so much. Fix me."

"Yes !"

I rammed my tentacle deep into her snatch. The others assaulted her nipples, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha 's middle rolled back in her head. She trembled and moaned. Her sass opened into a wide O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot feel of her purulent spasming about my plunging member. The silky clash increased, shooting wicked delight down my body. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her legs 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 paroxysm exploded in the depths 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."

beloved you, too, moaned Merita in my thinker, trembling in delight as our idea hugged each other. So good. Yes, yes, yes.

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

"Cumming again,"she moaned through clenched teeth."Oh, yes. Your tentacles are the out-and-out skillful. 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 trunk buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my pussy. Then they were gone and I was a normal girl again. My mitt 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 grin on her face.

"That was the best."

I nodded my headland and did n't stand as she pulled me in for a sweet candy kiss. Our arms held each early. My oculus closed. I sighed when she broke the osculation, our heads pillowed side-by-side. It was such a farsighted, exciting day.

I fell into sleep.

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Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her mind. The alien 's intellection still buzzed from the wonderful orgasms. But as she drifted off into sleep, a stiletto heel of concern shot through her. She was stranded on the rude major planet and the core of her spaceship was missing.

It contained nanites. If she had any hope of fixing her ship, she had to recuperate it. And before any man found it. That could be fatal. The nanites were separated from the ship 's computer, not under any control.

Merita had no thought how they would respond if they came in contact with a human. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to exit her school and detect it.

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

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

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

Marilynn was a young woman, her super C attire tight about her body, cut to enhance her rather generous bosom. Her auburn hairsbreadth fell in curls about her face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her hair, but fervor gripped her after witnessing the shooting maven 's fiery plunge.

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

"Have sexual relation ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's design when she set out with the young woman to enjoy the maid 's luxuriant body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A brown-haired, freckled brass girl of eighteen dressed in her amah 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a satyr between Marilynn 's second joint to enjoy the girl.

It was n't strong. The school earned its reputation as a harbor of lesbian activity. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walk, it was n't long before she had the maiden pinned against a throw, their mouth meeting in a hungry kiss. Marilynn 's helping hand slid up the maid 's body and found the railroad tie to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lacing and dipped her hands inside.

Warm, turn knocker. mammilla hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her twat combustion for Daisy 's brim licking and nuzzling. The teacher would cause enjoyed a salient coming on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting wizard flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery Passion. It was so low and then impacted near the shoal. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the frisson of finding a meteorite and bringing it to school for the scholarly person to read 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, fright thick in her part."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are pouf out here. They like to playact tricks on people."

"pouf are not actual,"laughed Marilynn."mankind have always had a predilection towards the poetical, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical Introduction to the philosophy of Mythology. Humans strive to find a explanation for natural effect, but without a scientific basis, they allow their poetic side to create flights of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no wight out here."

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

The strait was a rising, 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 pressing vessel has sprung a leak. 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 speech sound. 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 hissing grew louder. She crept through the wet grass. A wanton pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a lustrous light, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric. Strange, I did n't guess 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 play tricks."

"Silly young lady, it is not a fairy. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a coarse effect at night. Humans senses are optimized for day, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a ash gray canister embedded in the ground like it had fallen from a dandy height. A get off pulsed on top of it, a beacon that flashed not from an outside bulb but from the metallic element itself. A shot ran across the side and something hissed out, a gas darker than the fog.

"What is it, misfire ?"Daisy asked, her vocalization farther behind, holding back.

"I do n't bonk,"Marilynn said. She moved closer, peering at the crack. She bent down, sniffing but detected no noxious fumes. She reached out her helping hand and waved it through the fog. It clung to her finger. Something was suspended in the gas, black, oily. It swelled down her fingers, moving, reaching, alive.

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

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

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

To be continued ...
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