Boarding shoal Encounter
Chapter Three : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's cunt Tentacles
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute shock. Our small bedroom in the Kensington boarding schooltime 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 purpleness tentacles sprouting out of my pussy and wrapped about Tabitha 's capitulum and bally hair. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could find through them, the silken texture of my friend 's pelt, the soft wafture of her red hair's-breadth, her lovesome intimation wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to rest. I fell back on Tabitha 's bed, my 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 tart pussycat on my lips.

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

Tabitha sucked in another breathing space and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her optic were natural state. Her custody gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her face. I did n't have it off what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding school into the foggy night an alien 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the crater made by its impact, and almost died ? How could I tell her I broke my neck opening ?

If Merita had n't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so weird to call off a craft that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would ingest died. Nanites, according to her, were little robot, like diminutive wind-up plaything, inside of me, working to fix my break up neck. Only my organic structure did n't care it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to possess me. She merged our bodies together.

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

What 's wrong with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your physical structure. You exploded so hard when I took your maidenhead and fucked them in and out of your rigorous 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 make tentacles sprouting from our cunnies.

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

The sound of Prefect Holland gin bolted reverence through me and Tabitha. My ally stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her school principal, reacting to fear. My lustfulness evaporated, they slithered back inside my kitty-cat and were ... gone.

"What 's incorrect ? I heard screams."

"Nothing, Prefect,"I shouted, my heart thudding. I had never been so terrified of being caught in all the eighteen old age of my life. We were half-naked, faces smeared in cunny cream, and in Tabitha 's bed. Even without the tentacles, we were behaving so poorly.

Proper young womanhood did not ... engage in tribade sex. No matter how fantastic it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as wide-eyed as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our rears. We lifted our hip joint, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the door opened. Holland gin peered in, holding an oil lamp in her mitt. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a white night-robe, her big bosom swelling the front. Ruffled laces decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her Kuki-Chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her spokesperson public speaking with a refined wording."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 paunch full of flutters, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able-bodied to get a good night 's balance if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a smile."I am glad to see you girls are helping therapeutic the other 's hysteric. We ca n't have our girlfriend squirming in class or up half the night ineffectual to sleep. You are here to get an education, and we ca n't do that if your piteous cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in astonishment. There had been tip all day that this school day ... approved of lesbian behavior, all under the guise of curing a medical condition. I had heard of female hysteric, of course, I just never realized the cure was so exhilarating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My female parent had visited the doctor to have her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to opine the wizen, old man licking my mother 's snatch or fingering her clitoris to bring in about paroxysm of rapture to cure her.

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

"well, in the hereafter I would ask you not to be so aloud. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a wet smile."If you are this loud again, I will go forth demerit and commit you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand ?"

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

"wellspring, have a good nighttime,"smiled Geneva."And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever need it, my room is just down the hall. I am always leave to avail a young woman achieve the summit of wellness. It would be my pleasure."Her spokesperson was throaty with those last password, her center smoky.

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

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

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

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

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My supporter swallowed."Can you explain why you have tentacles that come out of your pussy ? Are you a freak ? do you go in a traveling circus ?"

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

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

Sarcasm is very annoying, Henrietta. It is considered quite rude to my the great unwashed. differentiate 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 fantastic. I glanced at my friend, staring into her green eyes. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable girl. I licked my lips, tasting her fancy woman cunt again as she trembled.

"Okay, when I went out for a walkway, I saw a shooting star and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at first, the strange illumination and beeping strait 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 ... alien. Like from another planet ?"

I nodded my head.

"From Venus ?"

Why do your multitude keep thinking that ? Venus is a horrible position. It 's tough 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, female person 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 series. Do n't you read Pearson 's cartridge ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting unspoiled. The tripods are out and they have heat electron beam and they 're marauding across the side countryside."

"Oh, a story,"I said and wrinkled my nozzle."No, I do n't record Holy Scripture about ... aliens. And invasions."

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

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

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

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, expression painted by the lantern. She licked her mouth and let out a squirm and a moan good of pent-up hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thighs. I knew it was awry to keep"curing"each other. Especially with spit 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 depths. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her member. It was so grand feeling her playground 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 peter ?"

Tabitha nodded her oral sex."My maid was such a wicked girlfriend. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their gumshoe sucked. A small oral delight, and there was no danger of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to observe a gentleman 's attention on me during courtship and win his affection and marriage proposal, I should be prepared to use my mouth."

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

Nor could I. member are the worse. They 're just disgusting.

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

"That 's different. I was n't satiating a man 's slimy lecherousness, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassuring. It was n't sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two little girl helping each early out. The fact it was the most wonderful thing in the world only made the task a delectation to do."I liked curing your hysterics."

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

My snatch fluttered.

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

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

I had a feeling I would.

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

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

"fountainhead, I think I can make them appear,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita public speaking in my mind.

Tabitha leaned in and her lisp kissed mine. They were so juicy and dessert, 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 Daniel Chester French fashion.

But it did n't feel vulgar with her deal stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling disturbance racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juices flowing as I savored her lips. They were so wonderful. My affection meter faster and faster, sending a rush of delight through my body.

I think I loved her.

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

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

"And you 're nipples are so hard. see at them."Tabitha middle flicked down to my mamilla poking at the linen."They want to be played with, too."

She leaned down, her red hair caressing my face, and sucked on my mammilla through my nightgown. Her spit soaked through the cloth, affectionate 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 shake up. make me and sprout my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your body. We 'll have such a wonderful time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my centre fluttering. Her finger's breadth crept mellow on my thighs, pushing up my nightie. It was so hot all of a sudden, the screen smothering us. I pushed them down as she sucked on my mamilla, exposing our legs.

Her fingers reached my kitty-cat. She stroked at my blonde coil as she kissed over to my early nipple and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen paper fabric rasped on my teat as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.

The hysterical commotion built in my stomach. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blonde roll, only stroking the bound of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my fingers digging into the tack beneath us.

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

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

Yes, she is a naughty vexer, Merita purred. You should touch her vertebral column. Stimulate her and she 'll stimulate you.

I liked that idea. As Tabitha leaned down to nurse on my nipples through my nightgown—going back and Forth between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my handwriting up her side of meat and fondled her round knocker. Hers were bigger than mine. I squeezed it through her night-robe, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her fingers brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her titty. Her mamilla 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 material rasped then came undone. Then I did the minute and slipped my hand down the straw man of her dressing gown.

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

Tabitha squirmed, her finger's breadth brushing my pussy back talk. She made longer and longer middleman, sliding up and down my incision and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her tit. It was so arduous between my finger's breadth and yet soft at the same time. She moaned every time I rolled it.

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

"Tabitha,"I moaned, my toes curling. My finger pinched her nipple heavily."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 heal my hysterics. Do it."

My pussycat clenched, squirmed. The pleasance swelled in me as she massaged my clit and sucked on my mammilla through my nightie. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my pussy. They brushed my thigh and then her hand as my orgasm outburst inside of me.

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

"Oh yes, your pussy tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your backtalk, stretching you subject. 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 arms or legs. I could find them, hold in 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 men."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't bonk what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the pot of them stir such wonderful flutters through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red hair's-breadth spilling around her brass and falling down to brush mine."will you care my hysteric ? Pretty please ?"

I grinned at her, tidal bore 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 kiss on my face as she squealed in schoolgirlish delight. Her red hair tickled my face as her hot sassing moved about my impertinence and temple. Then she kissed my scent and finally my sass. That candy kiss was n't a quite a little, 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 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 body twitched and spasmed. Her natural language rose higher and higher, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my nipples, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendage to meet with.

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

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

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

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

Tabitha, a scintillation 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 over the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a shiver of delectation dead reckoning through me.

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

My hand shot out, grasping her human knee through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot delight rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new star 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 grand, Merita.

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

One went high. The regal extremity dived into her unlace bodice, smearing my snatch emollient 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 hard nipple and batted it.

The secondly went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her sleek thighs and then quested up her leg, searching for her Virgo the Virgin cunny. Tabitha trembled, sucking so hard on my tentacle, shooting wicked delectation down the outgrowth. I quested the quarter tentacle farther and farther up her second joint until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so warm and hot, her curly pubic fuzz tickling my appendage. I slid the tip up and down her twat, teasing her. I brushed her clit, striking the small nub then slid down her wet lips and brushed her hymen.

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

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

Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my rima oris. It was so impish just to cogitate. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the tissue layer stretched over her puss. There were trap in her hymen, but were too pocket-size for the tentacle to wiggle 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 twat 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 heart widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her hands tightened on it. Such howling pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my physical structure. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my other hand found my clit and frigged it.

Oh, that 's rattling, 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.

button it in deeper, Merita urged. Deep-throat the tentacle. You 'll have sex it.

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

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

Her body bucked. Wordless shout of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a sodding O. Her fit spasmed her consistence. Hot juice flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her quiver dead body and orgasming cunny.

"Etta,"she gasped, center squeezing shut."Oh, Etta, yes, yes, yes. These tentacles are fantastic. 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 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 nipple, savoring how they felt against her skin.

She spasmed again, gasping, her face turning as read as her hair. I rubbed at her puss, pressing on her maidenhead. I wanted to lease her virginal membrane. But I had to ask her. I had to pee-pee certain it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my booster, struggling to pass off, my eye pounding 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 cherry. Do it ! I want to feel you in me, Etta. Your tentacles are so wonderful."

I kissed my Quaker 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 tight about her tits. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her kiss as I sank my tentacle into the depths of her twat. Hot, wet, silky, delicious frame engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my acquaintance 's untouched cunny, savoring the delight of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It 's a terrific endowment she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion midst in her voice. And she 's so tight and wet. Oh, yes. She 's wonderful. Do n't you love it ? Do n't you love how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so lenient and slick, Henrietta ?

Yes !

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

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's experience the tremendous convulsion. Let her cunny therapeutic our hysterics.

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

Her eyes widened as the joy burst out of my snatch. My tentacles pulsed. They expanded and contracted as the pleasance 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 middle widened."From taking my cherry tree ? You 're orgasming ?"

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

"I love you in me."Her smile grew as my orgasm peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. maintain working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's amazing. Oh, yes. I can finger you so recondite in me, Etta. Love this."

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

She caressed my sentiment with hers, kissing and loving me as I fucked the tentacle in and out of my friend 's cunny. New delight built inside of me was I pumped my outgrowth. The other two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's tit, teasing her nipple.

But the fourth had null to do.

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

I did lie with it when your tongue probed it.

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

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

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

I felt the puckered, wrinkled opening, stirring around it. The unusual sensations scene to my pussy 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 one-fourth tentacle ?"Tabitha asked, her voice 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 heart widening."nobleman have mercy, that 's so dirty."

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

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

Our back talk met in another buss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, slick pussy and the early in my tight, velvety bowels. Both holes felt so different, but equally wonderful. I trembled, my knife playing with hers, our hands held tight.

My tenderness rhythm so dissipated with excitement.

Love her, whispered Merita. Love her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. pull in her cum.

Yes, yes, yes.

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

And her handwriting ...

Tabitha grasped my small pitcher's mound through my nightgown. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my tit. It was such a grand, repellent 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. piece of ass us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to feel that wonderful cloud nine again.

Me, too.

It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the sobriety adult female railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She did n't want to give up the fit of delectation. She loved them. They were grand no thing how extraordinary it was.

"Oh, Tabitha,"I moaned, breaking our osculation as she pinched my nipples through my night-robe."Your cunny ... So hot. Oh, I love fucking you."

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"

I rammed my tentacle deep into her pussy. The others assaulted her nipples, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha 's centre rolled back in her head. She trembled and moaned. Her mouth opened into a widely O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot flavour of her pussycat spasming about my plunging appendage. The silky detrition increased, shooting wicked delight down my physical structure. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her stage brushing mine beneath the covers.

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

The look of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the edge. It was the final exam stimulant I needed. The fit exploded in the astuteness of my cunt. 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 right. Yes, yes, yes.

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

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

"You 're so very welcome,"I moaned and then sighed, my light-haired fuzz spilling about my sweaty face.

Drowsy pleasure descended on me. My soundbox buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my pussy. Then they were gone and I was a normal lady friend again. My hired man 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 smiling on her face.

"That was the best."

I nodded my head and did n't resist as she pulled me in for a sweet kiss. Our coat of arms held each other. My optic closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our heads 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 extraterrestrial being 's thoughts still buzzed from the howling orgasms. But as she drifted off into sleep, a spike of concern shooting through her. She was stranded on the crude planet and the center of her starship was missing.

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

Merita had no melodic theme how they would respond 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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Miss Marilynn Gully was the unexampled teacher at the Kensington Boarding School. A sapphic, she had been eagre to land a job at the school. It was whispered in the lot she moved through—women who understood the joy that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its female person body towards the pleasures of the feminine, using hysteric as a guise to bring in sapphic pleasures.

"young lady Marilynn, I thought we came out to walk,"the maid Daisy said, her vocalism squeaking with fear.

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

Marilynn was a unseasoned womanhood, her greens dress tight about her eubstance, cut to enhance her rather generous bosom. Her auburn hairsbreadth fell in Robert Floyd Curl Jr. about her face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her hair, but hullabaloo gripped her after witnessing the shooting headliner 's fiery plunge.

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

"Have relations ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's intention when she set out with the little girl to enjoy the maidservant 's succulent body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A brown-haired, freckled face young woman of eighteen dressed in her maid 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's thighs to enjoy the girl.

It was n't strong. The school earned its reputation as a haven of lesbian activity. So when Marilynn invited the maiden out for a base on balls, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a molt, their lips group meeting in a hungry candy kiss. Marilynn 's hands slid up the amah 's soundbox and found the association to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lacing and dipped her paw inside.

Warm, round breasts. mamilla hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her purulent burning for Daisy 's backtalk licking and nuzzling. The teacher would have enjoyed a spectacular sexual climax on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting star flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery passion. It was so low and then impacted near the school day. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the thrill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to school for the students to take was too much for her to pass off 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 fairies out here. They like to play tricks on people."

"Fairies are not real,"laughed Marilynn."Humans have always had a predilection towards the poetical, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical insertion to the school of thought of Mythology. Humans strain to find oneself a explanation for natural events, but without a scientific substructure, they allow their poetical incline to make flights of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no tool out here."

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

The sound was a rebellion, 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 pressure vessel has sprung a escape. It would explicate the hissing."

"What form of mechanism would be out here ? It 's zero but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have twist which make these sounds. Let 's go back to the shoal, 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 dope. A light source pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a bright light, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric. Strange, I did n't recall electricity had reached out here.

"missy,"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 girl, it is not a faery. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a common essence at night. Humans sens are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

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

"What is it, fille ?"Daisy asked, her representative 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 exhaust. She reached out her hand and waved it through the fog. It clung to her finger. Something was suspended in the gas, blackamoor, oily. It swelled down her fingers, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fright as the taint counterpane. The gas, once billowing out in a straightaway stream, moved and cockle. It reached towards her like a gaseous ophidian. The teacher screamed, her sum hammering, and turned to take flight as the fog engulfed her body.

The buttery substance filled her mouth and nostril. It poured down her throat. She staggered two step and fell to her genu while the maiden called her name over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to breathe as more and Thomas More of the gas flowed into her mouth.

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

To be continued ...