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

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

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

I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my slit and wrapped about Tabitha 's head and flaming hair. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could feel through them, the silky texture of my friend 's skin, the soft waves of her red pilus, her warm breather 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 breasts heaving beneath my nightgown. It was bunched up around my waist. Just bit ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still taste her tangy puss on my sass.

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

Tabitha sucked in another breath and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were untamed. Her deal gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her aspect. I did n't know what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding shoal into the hazy nighttime an alien 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the Crater made by its impact, and almost died ? How could I severalize her I broke my neck ?

If Merita had n't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so Wyrd to call a craft that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would suffer died. Nanites, according to her, were little zombi, like flyspeck wind-up toys, inside of me, working to fix my upset neck opening. Only my body did n't wish it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to possess me. She merged our eubstance together.

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

What 's amiss with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your body. You exploded so difficult when I took your hymen and fucked them in and out of your blotto cunny. You even liked sucking on them. They are perfectly okay tentacles.

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

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

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

"What 's wrong ? I heard screams."

"Nothing, Prefect,"I shouted, my ticker thudding. I had never been so terrified of being caught in all the eighteen yr 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 youth women did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No matter how fantastic it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her optic as wide as mine, acted. She pushed down the puff covering her bed and beneath our rears. We lifted our hips, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the room access opened. Holland gin peered in, holding an oil lamp in her handwriting. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her articulatio humeri. She wore a white nightgown, her large bosom swelling the front. prance laces decorated the neckline and brushed the bottom of her mentum as she walked in.

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

I blushed while Tabitha said,"Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a frightful state, our paunch full of flutters, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able to get a good dark 's sleep if we ... did n't ... do that."

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

I blinked in astonishment. There had been hints all day that this school ... approved of sapphic behavior, all under the pretence of curing a health check consideration. I had heard of female person hysterics, of course of instruction, I just never realized the cure was so stimulating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the physician to have her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to think the wizened, old man licking my mother 's pussy or fingering her clitoris to bring about paroxysms of rapture to bring around her.

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

"well, in the future I would ask you not to be so brassy. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a loaded smile."If you are this loud again, I will issue fault and send out you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we see ?"

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

"Well, have a good night,"smiled Geneva."And, please, go along curing yourselves. And if you ever need it, my way is just down the residence hall. I am always willing to help a immature woman achieve the elevation of wellness. It would be my pleasure."Her phonation was throaty with those finale words, her middle smoky.

My puss itched and flutters ran through me as the sr. girl closed the doorway 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 for certain it would someday. electric automobile luminance were such wonder. All of capital of the United Kingdom glowed at night these days.

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

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

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

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

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

Right. She 'll understand that an extraterrestrial being possessed me.

sarcasm is very rile, Henrietta. It is considered quite rude to my hoi polloi. Tell 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 wonderful. I glanced at my ally, staring into her green oculus. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable girl. I licked my lips, tasting her tart pussy again as she trembled.

"Okay, when I went out for a walk, I saw a frivol away headliner and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fagot at world-class, the foreign lightness and beeping sounds of her spaceship. How she had made beloved 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 mass keep thinking that ? Urania is a horrifying place. It 's worse than Mars.

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

"fountainhead, it 's genus Venus. Where else would a beautiful, distaff alien who likes to bring around hysteric comes from ?"Tabitha asked."Not from blemish like one of those invading aliens."

Invading ? Merita asked.

I frowned at my friend.

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

"Oh, a floor,"I said and wrinkled my wind."No, I do n't translate books about ... foreigner. And invasions."

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

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

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

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, cheek painted by the lantern. She licked her lips and let out a wriggle and a moan full of pent-up hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my second joint. I knew it was haywire to hold on"curing"each other. Especially with tongues and mouth, but it was so wonderful.

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

I nodded my head.

"And plucked your virginal membrane ?"

I nodded again, blushing and remembering how her tentacle had penetrated my hymen and buried into my profundity. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her appendage. It was so marvelous feeling her microscope slide in and out of my cunny.

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

My eye widened."What ? Sucking on a prick ?"

Tabitha nodded her head."My maidservant was such a wicked girl. She told me that even valet loved having their dicks sucked. A little viva pleasure, and there was no jeopardy of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a gentleman 's attention on me during courting and win his affection and spousal relationship marriage offer, 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. 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 queasy lust, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassuring. It was n't sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two girls helping each former out. The fact it was the most wonderful matter in the world only made the job a delectation to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."

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

My kitty-cat fluttered.

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

Oh, that sounds rattling, Merita purred. You 'll bed it.

I had a notion I would.

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

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

"wellspring, I think I can reach them come along,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speaking in my psyche.

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 lingua were meeting each other, kissing in the vulgar Daniel Chester French fashion.

But it did n't feel vulgar with her hand stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling flutter racing to my slit. I shifted, my juice flowing as I savored her lips. They were so rattling. My heart pulsation 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 freckle impertinence."I like kissing you."

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

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

She leaned down, her red haircloth caressing my face, and sucked on my teat through my night-robe. Her saliva soaked through the fabric, warm and wet. My mammilla ached as she nibbled and sucked, shooting delight down to my pussy.

Something squirmed in my depths.

"Oh, yes,"I moaned."That 's it, Tabitha. Mmm, yes. Get me excited. arouse me and germinate my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your consistence. We 'll birth such a rattling time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my heart fluttering. Her finger's breadth crept higher on my thighs, 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 nipple, exposing our legs.

Her fingers reached my twat. She stroked at my blond curls as she kissed over to my other mammilla and engulfed it through my nightie. The wet linen cloth rasped on my mammilla as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.

The hysterical flutters built in my abdomen. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blonde curls, only stroking the boundary of my cunny. Oh, she was such a annoyer. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming ontogeny in my profundity."More, more. You have to touch my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, blockade teasing me."

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

Yes, she is a naughty ribbing, Merita purred. You should touch her spine. Stimulate her and she 'll get you.

I liked that idea. As Tabitha leaned down to breastfeed 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 moan from her lips.

Her digit brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her breast. Her nipple stood out hard against her nightgown, begging to be touched. I moved up to the lace keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the 1st tie. The fabric rasped then came undone. Then I did the sec and slipped my hand down the forepart of her dressing gown.

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

Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my pussy lips. She made longer and longer contact, 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 clock time. She moaned every time I rolled it.

Her fingers rubbed surd at my snatch. She no longer teased me. I groaned, my toes curling as she coaxed out my kitty-cat 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 teat strong."I think ... yes, yes, I think they 're about to sprout."

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

My pussy clenched, squirmed. The pleasure swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my nipple through my night-robe. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my pussy. They brushed my thighs and then her hand as my orgasm burst inside of me.

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

"Oh yes, your cunt tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your brim, stretching you open. 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 portion of me. Like my weapon 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 hands."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't know what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the sight of them stir such howling flutters through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysteric cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red whisker spilling around her face and falling down to brush mine."Will you care my hysterics ? Pretty please ?"

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

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

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

Tabitha rained kisses on my side as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red hair tickled my face as her hot lips moved about my buttock and temple. Then she kissed my nose and finally my lips. That kiss was n't a passel, but hot, loaf, making my tentacles wave and ruffle as fervor flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the candy kiss, a huge grin on her fount and bolted up. She shifted on her knees, her boob pressing against her dressing scrubs 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 organic structure twitched and spasmed. Her tongue rose higher and mellow, gathering my emollient. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my nipples, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendage to play with.

remembering how lots Merita loved it when I sucked on her tentacle in my dream, I brought one to my sass. It bent over and lowered down to my rim. I sucked on it, tasting my seraphic musk staining the tentacle.

My slit clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasure rippled down my tentacle to my twat, sending howling hurly burly through me. I sucked harder, wiggling more and more of my tentacle into my mouth.

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

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

Tabitha, a twinkle in her green eye, reached the tip of my second base tentacle. She swirled her tongue about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My eyes widened. double over the joy rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My exempt tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of delight shot through me.

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in joy. My buttock hollowed as I cleaned all my juices off. My optic fluttered. pleasure rippled down my tentacle. I shuddered as Tabitha swirled her tongue about the tip of the other, her paw stroking me.

My bridge player shot out, grasping her knee through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot delight rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new esthesis rippled through me. They were so loathly and wonderful.

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

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

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

One went gamy. The purple appendage dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my slit pick across her chest as I searched for her bosom. 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 second gear went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her silklike thighs and then quested up her leg, searching for her virgin cunny. Tabitha trembled, sucking so hard on my tentacle, shooting wicked revel 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 appendage. I slid the tip up and down her slit, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, striking the little nub then slid down her wet lips and brushed her hymen.

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

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

Plucking her hymen. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so loathly just to opine. I rubbed again at her maidenhead, feeling the membrane stretched over her pussy. There were yap in her maidenhead, but were too small for the tentacle to wiggle through. I slid it back to her clit, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the violence 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 breast, constricting and relaxing, savoring how her tit felt while I flicked and massaged her nipple.

And attacked her clitoris.

Tabitha squirmed, her oculus widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her hands tightened on it. Such wonderful pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my script caressing my torso. I pinched a mamilla through my dressing gown while my other handwriting found my button and frigged it.

Oh, that 's wonderful, I thought to Merita while moaning about my tentacle. I forced more of it into my mouth. I coiled against the back of my throat.

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

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

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

Her body bucked. Wordless cries of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a perfective O. Her paroxysms spasmed her body. Hot juices flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my pharynx, savoring the fell of her quivering dead body and orgasming cunny.

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

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

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

She spasmed again, gasping, her expression turn as scan as her hair. I rubbed at her snatch, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to contain her hymen. But I had to ask her. I had to make for sure it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my protagonist, struggling to breathe, my meat hammering in my bureau. 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 red. Do it ! I want to feel you in me, Etta. Your tentacles are so wonderful."

I kissed my friend hard on the lips as I pressed my tentacle against her pussycat. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my other two tentacles constricting tight about her mamilla. Her virginal membrane resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her osculation as I sank my tentacle into the astuteness of her pussy. 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 wonderful gift she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her representative. And she 's so loaded and wet. Oh, yes. She 's tremendous. Do n't you love 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 form squeezed down on my tentacle. The pleasure rippled down the outgrowth. My toes curled. My finger danced harder on my clitoris, the two pleasures mixing, swirling, merging.

Merita, I moaned.

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

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

Her heart widened as the delight burst out of my cunt. 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 boob harder.

"Are you ... ?"Her heart 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 orgasm peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. hold working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's pose. Oh, yes. I can finger you so bass in me, Etta. love this."

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

She caressed my thoughts with hers, kissing and loving me as I fucked the tentacle in and out of my champion '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 cipher to do.

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

I did have it off it when your tongue probed it.

As Tabitha bucked and trembled against my tentacle, I reached the unoccupied one around behind me. It pulled up my dressing gown and caressed my ass, wet with my 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 ramming that tentacle in me. I 'm going to cum again. I love cumming. Those wonderful fit are the best."

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

I felt the puckered, wrinkled orifice, stirring around it. The strange sense shaft to my twat as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her green centre twinkled. She reached out and seized my free hand.

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

"Pushing it into my rectum,"I answered, my center 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 bowels stretched. The burning esthesis swelled as my member slithered mysterious. My back arched, my arse 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 pelvic girdle humping."You are so nasty. I love it, Etta. I love you."

Our lips met in another candy kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, slick snatch and the other in my tight, velvety bowels. Both cakehole felt so unlike, but equally rattling. I trembled, my tongue playing with hers, our helping hand held tight.

My heart beat so fast with excitement.

honey 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 yap. My bowel clenched down on them. So many sensations rippled through my body : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's chest, the others reaming our maw, the burning joy radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the odoriferous tactile sensation of her lips.

And her hands ...

Tabitha grasped my small heap through my nightgown. She clenched on them, her finger's breadth sliding around my nipples. It was such a marvellous, loathsome sensation, sending quiver radiating through my body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that 's wonderful, Merita moaned. Fuck her harder. Fuck us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to 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 give up the paroxysms of delight. She loved them. They were tremendous no issue how over-the-top it was.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"

I rammed my tentacle deep into her puss. The others assaulted her nipples, writhing beneath her gown. Tabitha 's eyes rolled back in her head. She trembled and moaned. Her lip opened into a wide O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot feeling of her slit spasming about my plunging outgrowth. 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 arousal I needed. The paroxysms exploded in the depths of my pussy. The bulwark 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 mind, trembling in pleasure as our intellection hugged each other. So good. Yes, yes, yes.

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

"Cumming again,"she moaned through clenched tooth."Oh, yes. Your tentacles are the rank honorable. Thank you, thank you."

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

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

"That was the best."

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

I fell into sleep.

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Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her head. The outlander 's thoughts still buzzed from the wondrous orgasms. But as she drifted off into nap, a capitulum of concern shot through her. She was stranded on the naive planet and the gist of her starship 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 computer, not under any control.

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

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the newest instructor at the Kensington Boarding School. A lesbian, she had been tidal bore to set ashore 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 person body towards the pleasance of the feminine, using hysteric as a guise to preface sapphic pleasures.

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

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

Marilynn was a Cy Young fair sex, her green apparel tight about her consistence, cut to heighten her rather generous embrace. Her auburn hair's-breadth fell in curls about her side. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her hair, but turmoil gripped her after witnessing the shooting ace 's fiery plunge.

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

"Have relative ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's purpose when she set out with the girl to enjoy the amah 's lush body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A dark-haired, freckle nerve little girl of 18 dressed in her maid 's dust coat. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's thigh to enjoy the girl.

It was n't gruelling. The school day earned its reputation as a haven of lesbian bodily function. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walk, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a shed, their lips coming together in a hungry kiss. Marilynn 's hands slid up the maidservant 's consistency and found the ties to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her men inside.

Warm, round white meat. Nipples hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burning at the stake for Daisy 's lips licking and nuzzling. The teacher would suffer enjoyed a spectacular coming on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting star flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery heat. It was so low and then impacted near the school. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the rush of finding a meteorite and bringing it to schoolhouse for the students to consider was too much for her to fleet 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 queer out here. They like to represent fast one on people."

"sprite 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 unveiling to the doctrine of Mythology. Humans strive to discover a explanation for instinctive case, but without a scientific substructure, 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 phone was a rising, hissing, buzz. It had a mechanically skillful geometrical 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 pressing vessel has sprung a outflow. 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 gimmick which make these sounds. Let 's go back to the school, Miss. You can explore inside my bodice again. Your helping hand was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The sibilation grew louder. She crept through the wet eatage. A light pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a bright lightness, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was galvanizing. Strange, I did n't conceive electricity had reached out here.

"young lady,"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 little girl, it is not a fairy. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a rough-cut effect at dark. homo senses are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

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

"What is it, Miss ?"Daisy asked, her voice farther behind, holding back.

"I do n't lie with,"Marilynn said. She moved closer, peering at the scissure. She bent down, sniffing but detected no noxious exhaust. She reached out her deal and waved it through the fog. It clung to her finger. Something was suspended in the gas, black, oily. It swelled down her digit, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fearfulness as the taint spread. The gas, once billowing out in a flat watercourse, moved and undulate. It reached towards her like a gaseous serpent. The teacher screamed, her spirit hammer, and turned to flee as the fog engulfed her body.

The unctuous substance filled her mouth and nostrils. It poured down her throat. She staggered two steps and fell to her knee while the maid called her name over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to pass off as More and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The world fuzzed shadow and she fell onto her face as the nanites went to act upon on changing her body.

To be continued ...