Boarding school day skirmish
Chapter tercet : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's twat Tentacles
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute shock. Our small sleeping accommodation in the Kensington Boarding School swam around me. This was impossible. This could not be happening. Out of all the unknown, life-changing thing that happened today, this was too much.

I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my pussy and wrapped about Tabitha 's drumhead and flaming hair. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could finger through them, the silklike texture of my friend 's cutis, the soft wave of her red haircloth, her lovesome 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 tit heaving beneath my nightdress. It was bunched up around my waistline. Just bit ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still taste her tangy pussy on my lips.

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

Tabitha sucked in another breath and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were furious. Her manus gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her face. I did n't know 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 alien 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the crater made by its wallop, 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 visit a craft that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would have died. Nanites, according to her, were piffling automatons, like flyspeck wind-up plaything, inside of me, working to fix my broken neck. Only my dead body did n't care it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to possess me. She merged our consistence together.

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

What 's wrong with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your consistence. You exploded so grueling 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 receive tentacles sprouting from our cunnies.

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

The audio of Prefect Geneve bolted fear through me and Tabitha. My acquaintance stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her head, reacting to venerate. My luxuria evaporated, they slithered back inside my snatch and were ... gone.

"What 's wrong ? I heard screams."

"nix, Prefect,"I shouted, my affectionateness thudding. I had never been so terrorise of being caught in all the eighteen years 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 women did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No topic how wondrous it was.

The doorway handle turned.

Tabitha, her centre as encompassing as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our rears. We lifted our hips, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the threshold opened. Geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hand. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a Caucasian nightgown, her large bosom swelling the front. Ruffled laces decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her representative speaking with a refined enunciation."Did you two have hysterics that needed to be cured ?"

I blushed while Tabitha said,"Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a awful state, our stomach full moon of flutters, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able to get a safe Night 's eternal rest if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a grinning."I am gladiolus to see you girls are helping cure the other 's hysterics. We ca n't possess our little girl squirming in class or up half the night unable to sleep. You are here to get an educational activity, and we ca n't do that if your poor cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in amazement. There had been lead all day that this schoolhouse ... approved of lesbian behavior, all under the guise of curing a aesculapian condition. I had heard of female hysterics, of form, I just never realized the cure was so stimulant and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the MD to give birth her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to suppose the wizened, old man licking my mother 's slit or fingering her clitoris to bestow about fit of raptus to cure her.

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

"wellspring, in the future I would ask you not to be so loud. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a sozzled grinning."If you are this loud again, I will issue demerits 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 call for it, my elbow room is just down the Radclyffe Hall. I am always willing to help a offspring adult female achieve the top of health. It would be my pleasure."Her voice was throaty with those last words, her eyes smoky.

My cunt itched and disruption ran through me as the former girl closed the room access behind us.

I squirmed as the silence deepened. The twinkle from our oil lamp flickered through the elbow room. Electricity had n't spread this far into the country yet. I am indisputable it would someday. electric car lights were such marvels. All of John Griffith Chaney glowed at night these days.

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

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

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

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

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

right wing. She 'll understand that an alien possessed me.

irony is very chafe, Henrietta. It is considered quite underbred to my people. Tell her. I 'm surely she 'll understand and even come to like them. Remember how much you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were wonderful. I glanced at my friend, staring into her fleeceable centre. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable girl. I licked my lips, tasting her tart snatch again as she trembled.

"Okay, when I went out for a walk, I saw a charge superstar and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a faggot at low, the foreign visible radiation and beeping sounds of her spaceship. How she had made love life to me with her tentacles and healed my body and merged into me.

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

I nodded my head.

"From Venus ?"

Why do your multitude keep thinking that ? Venus is a horrible plaza. It 's tough 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 person alien who likes to bring around hysterics comes from ?"Tabitha asked."Not from mar like one of those invading aliens."

Invading ? Merita asked.

I frowned at my friend.

"You know, like in HG Wells 's serial. Do n't you learn Pearson 's magazine publisher ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting dear. The tripods are out and they have heat rays and they 're marauding across the side countryside."

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

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

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

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

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, nerve painted by the lantern. She licked her sass and let out a squirm and a moan total of pent-up hysteric. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my second joint. I knew it was wrongfulness to preserve"curing"each other. Especially with clapper and lips, but it was so wonderful.

"So ... Merita cured your hysterics 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 hymen and buried into my astuteness. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her appendage. It was so wonderful feeling her slideway in and out of my cunny.

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

My middle widened."What ? Sucking on a tool ?"

Tabitha nodded her head."My amah was such a pixilated fille. She told me that even valet loved having their dicks sucked. A little viva voce pleasure, and there was no risk of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to go along a gentleman 's care on me during wooing and win his affectionateness and spousal relationship proposal of marriage, I should be prepared to use my mouth."

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

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

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

"That 's dissimilar. 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 female child helping each other out. The fact it was the most terrific thing in the mankind only made the job a delight to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."

"And I was having fun until your ... tentacles sprouted."Tabitha 's hand touched my bare second joint. My nightdress had n't gone all the way down to my legs beneath the top. She slid higher, pressing beneath my gown.

My pussy fluttered.

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

Oh, that sounds grand, 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 up out."I concentrated, pushing down with my pussycat, trying to squeeze them out. I groaned, straining, but they did not appear. Merita ?

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

"Well, I think I can get to them appear,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speaking in my mind.

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

But it did n't finger vulgar with her hand stroking up and down my second joint, sending tingling flutter racing to my slit. I shifted, my juices flowing as I savored her backtalk. They were so marvelous. My affectionateness beat faster and faster, sending a rush of delight through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the kiss. A grinning spread across her freckled impertinence."I like kissing you."

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

"And you 're nipples are so unvoiced. calculate at them."Tabitha eyes flicked down to my nipples poking at the linen."They want to be played with, too."

She leaned down, her red hair caressing my case, and sucked on my pap through my nightgown. Her saliva soaked through the material, warm and wet. My tit 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 charge up. shake me and sprout my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your soundbox. We 'll deliver such a wonderful time."

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

Her fingerbreadth reached my pussy. She stroked at my blond curls as she kissed over to my former nipple and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen fabric rasped on my mammilla as she sucked, shooting such pleasure through my body.

The hysterical to-do built in my tummy. I twitched and shivered. Her finger's breadth played with my blonde scroll, only stroking the border of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my digit digging into the sheets beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming ontogenesis in my deepness."more, more. You have to match my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, give up teasing me."

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

Yes, she is a gamey tease, Merita purred. You should rival her back. Stimulate her and she 'll shake you.

I liked that idea. As Tabitha leaned down to suck on my nipples through my nightgown—going back and forth between them, giving each one a legal brief suckle—I slid my hand up her side and fondled her round breast. Hers were bigger 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 nipple stood out hard against her nightie, begging to be touched. I moved up to the laces keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the 1st tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the irregular and slipped my script down the front of her dressing gown.

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

Tabitha squirmed, her fingerbreadth brushing my pussy mouth. She made longer and longer contact, sliding up and down my snatch and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her tit. It was so heavy between my fingers and yet voiced at the Saami clip. She moaned every time I rolled it.

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

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

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

My snatch clenched, squirmed. The pleasure swelled in me as she massaged my clit and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my snatch. They brushed my thigh and then her hired man as my coming outburst 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 hand 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 back talk, 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 constituent of me. Like my blazon or branch. I could palpate them, see them. It was n't hard either even though there were four of them. I wiggled them, bringing a giggle from Tabitha 's lips.

She clapped her hands."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't lie with what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the mountain of them stir such fantastic flicker through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red pilus spilling around her face 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 revel using them. They are so sensitive.

"I can coiffure that, Tabitha,"I smiled, eager to find out if Merita was correct.

Tabitha rained kiss on my face as she squealed in girlish joy. Her red tomentum tickled my aspect as her hot mouth moved about my nerve and temple. Then she kissed my scent and finally my lips. That kiss was n't a heap, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and undulated as upheaval flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the candy kiss, a huge grinning on her face and bolted up. She shifted on her knees, her knocker 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 natural language up it. My body twitched and spasmed. Her lingua rose eminent and mellow, gathering my pick. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my mamilla, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating process to play with.

remembering how a good deal Merita loved it when I sucked on her tentacle in my dream, I brought one to my mouth. It bent over and lowered down to my lip. I sucked on it, tasting my Sweet musk staining the tentacle.

My kitty clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasance rippled down my tentacle to my pussy, sending marvellous flutters through me. I sucked harder, wiggling 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 light in her unripened eye, reached the tip of my back tentacle. She swirled her tongue 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 tremble of delight jibe through me.

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

My hand shot out, grasping her knee through her dressing nightgown, clenching it as the hot pleasure rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new sentience rippled through me. They were so implike 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 carnal, a burning rippling that washed across my mind. I bucked again and then shot out the two remaining tentacles right for Tabitha.

One went senior high. The purplish process dived into her untied 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 severe nipple and batted it.

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

Then I caressed.

She was so warm and hot, her curly pubic hair tickling my outgrowth. I slid the tip up and down her twat, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, striking the little nub then slid down her wet lip and brushed her hymen.

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

Yes, the foreigner purred, her cerebration caressing mine. She 's so wet and juicy. And her hymen ... Oh, I get that tremendous kick of taking her virginity, too.

Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my sass. It was so wicked just to think. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the membrane stretched over her twat. There were maw in her maidenhead, but were too small for the tentacle to wiggle through. I slid it back to her clitoris, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the ferocity 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 white meat, 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 grand pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my deal caressing my torso. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my former hired man 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 sassing. I coiled against the back of my throat.

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

I did. Merita showed me how to loosen my throat. I gasped, my throat bulging as the undulating tentacle pressed into it. The imperativeness about my appendage was exquisite. I rubbed my clit faster with my finger's breadth 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 body bucked. Wordless watchword of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a double-dyed O. Her convulsion spasmed her body. Hot juice flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her trembling dead body and orgasming cunny.

"Etta,"she gasped, eyes squeezing shut."Oh, Etta, yes, yes, yes. These tentacles are howling. I 'm so gladiola you met Merita."

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

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

She spasmed again, gasping, her nerve turning as read as her hair. I rubbed at her snatch, pressing on her Hymen. I wanted to take her maidenhead. But I had to ask her. I had to lay down sure it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my admirer, struggling to take a breath, 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 admirer 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 profundity of her twat. Hot, wet, silky, delicious build engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my friend 's untouched cunny, savoring the joy 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 tight and wet. Oh, yes. She 's grand. Do n't you sleep with it ? Do n't you have a go at it how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so soft and silken, Henrietta ?

Yes !

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

Merita, I moaned.

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

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

Her eyes widened as the pleasure burst out of my twat. 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 breast harder.

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

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

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

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

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

But the fourth had zilch to do.

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

I did love 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 saliva. 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 on ramming that tentacle in me. I 'm going to cum again. I love cumming. Those wonderful paroxysms are the best."

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

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

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

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

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

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

I nodded my promontory, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my anatomical sphincter. My bowels stretched. The burning mavin swelled as my appendage slithered cryptic. My back arched, my motherfucker 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 rim met in another kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, cunning pussy and the other in my tight, velvety bowels. Both golf hole felt so dissimilar, but equally tremendous. I trembled, my lingua playing with hers, our hand held tight.

My heart beat so immobile with excitement.

passion her, whispered Merita. Love her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. Make her cum.

Yes, yes, yes.

We writhed on the bed. I pumped the tentacles faster and faster in our holes. My bowels clenched down on them. So many aesthesis rippled through my dead body : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's knocker, the others reaming our holes, the burning pleasure radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the dulcet touch of her lips.

And her hands ...

Tabitha grasped my small cumulus through my nightie. She clenched on them, her finger's breadth sliding around my teat. It was such a terrific, wicked whiz, sending tingles radiating through my torso. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

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

Me, too.

It was addictive. A frailty that she had heard the temperance women railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She did n't want to impart up the paroxysms of delight. She loved them. They were wonderful no topic how extraordinary it was.

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

"And how does it fell to bugger yourself ?"Her super C eye twinkled.

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

A massive paroxysm of delectation swelled in the deepness of my pussy.

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

"Yes !"

I rammed my tentacle deep into her cunt. The others assaulted her nipples, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha 's optic rolled back in her school principal. She trembled and moaned. Her sass opened into a wide-cut O.

And she came.

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

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

The flavor of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the edge. It was the concluding arousal I needed. The paroxysms exploded in the profoundness of my pussy. The rampart 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."

erotic love you, too, moaned Merita in my brain, trembling in delight as our sentiment hugged each early. So soundly. Yes, yes, yes.

The pleasance boiled through me. The cloud nine 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-eyed open over and over.

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

"You 're so very welcome,"I moaned and then sighed, my blonde whisker spilling about my sweaty face.

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

"That was the best."

I nodded my head and did n't resist as she pulled me in for a sugariness kiss. Our arms held each other. My eyes closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our heads pillowed side-by-side. It was such a foresightful, exciting day.

I fell into sleep.

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

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

Merita had no mind how they would oppose if they came in contact with a human. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to leave her school and happen it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the young instructor at the Kensington Boarding schoolhouse. A Lesbian, she had been bore to land a job at the school. It was whispered in the dress circle she moved through—women who understood the pleasure that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its distaff body towards the pleasance of the feminine, using hysterics as a guise to acquaint sapphic pleasures.

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

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

Marilynn was a Lester Willis Young cleaning lady, her greenness dress tight about her body, cut to enhance her rather generous boob. Her auburn pilus fell in gyre about her face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the moistness assaulted her hair's-breadth, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting hotshot 's fiery plunge.

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

"Have relations ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's design when she set out with the girl to bask the maidservant 's lush body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A brown-haired, lentiginous cheek daughter of eighteen dressed in her amah 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's second joint to enjoy the girl.

It was n't intemperate. The shoal earned its repute as a haven of lesbian natural process. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walk of life, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a shake off, their brim meeting in a hungry kiss. Marilynn 's hands slid up the maid 's body and found the ties to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her hired hand inside.

Warm, round of drinks boob. Nipples hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her kitty burning for Daisy 's mouth licking and nuzzling. The teacher would receive enjoyed a spectacular climax on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting star flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery passionateness. It was so low and then impacted near the schoolhouse. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the thrill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to school for the students to canvass was too much for her to top up.

She could always enjoy Daisy 's Sweet oral fissure after they found it.

"But it 's so dark, miss,"Daisy said, veneration thick in her voice."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are poove out here. They like to toy thaumaturgy on people."

"Fairies are not genuine,"laughed Marilynn."Humans have always had a orientation towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Chief Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical Introduction to the Philosophy of Mythology. mankind reach to find a explanation for natural upshot, but without a scientific groundwork, they allow their poetic side to produce flights of phantasy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here."

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

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

"Probably some chemical mechanism on a farm. Maybe a pressure vessel has sprung a leak. It would excuse the hissing."

"What kind of mechanics would be out here ? It 's goose egg but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have devices which make these 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 green goddess. A get down pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a bright spark, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric automobile. Strange, I did n't think electricity had reached out here.

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

"Silly girl, it is not a fag. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a common effect at Nox. Humans senses are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

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

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

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

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

The oily substance filled her mouth and anterior naris. It poured down her throat. She staggered two whole tone and fell to her knee while the maid called her epithet over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to breathe as more and Thomas More of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The humans fuzzed dark and she fell onto her typeface as the nanites went to solve on changing her body.

To be continued ...