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

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My nub hammered in absolute shock. Our minuscule bedroom in the Kensington Boarding shoal swam around me. This was inconceivable. This could not be happening. Out of all the strange, life-changing things that happened today, this was too much.

I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my pussy and wrapped about Tabitha 's head and blooming hair. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could experience through them, the sleek texture of my booster 's cutis, the soft waves of her red hair, her strong breath wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to catch one's breath. I fell back on Tabitha 's bed, my white meat heaving beneath my nightgown. It was bunched up around my shank. Just minute ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still savor her tangy pussy on my lips.

Relax, Merita, the tribade alien possessing my eubstance, whispered in my thinking. Relax. Those are our tentacles. They came out because you grew so charge up. 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 wild. Her hands 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 into the foggy night an alien 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the Crater made by its impact, and almost died ? How could I secern her I broke my neck opening ?

If Merita had n't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so Weird to scream a cunning that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would have died. Nanites, according to her, were little automatons, like tiny wind-up toy, inside of me, working to fix my broken neck. Only my eubstance did n't like it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to own me. She merged our body together.

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

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

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

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

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

"What 's wrong ? I heard screams."

"nada, Prefect,"I shouted, my heart thudding. I had never been so panic-struck of being caught in all the eighteen class of my life history. We were half-naked, faces smeared in cunny cream, and in Tabitha 's bed. Even without the tentacles, we were behaving so poorly.

Proper Thomas Young woman did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No topic how wonderful it was.

The room access handle turned.

Tabitha, her eyes 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 door opened. geneva peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hand. Her platinum-blonde tomentum fell loose about her articulatio humeri. She wore a flannel nightgown, her turgid bosom swelling the front man. pleat laces decorated the neckline and brushed the rear end of her Kuki as she walked in.

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

I blushed while Tabitha said,"Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a frightful province, our bellies wide-cut of flutters, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able to get a unspoilt night 's rest if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a grin."I am beaming to see you female child are helping remedy the early 's hysterics. We ca n't cause our girls squirming in course or up half the Night unable to kip. You are here to get an education, and we ca n't do that if your pathetic cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in amazement. There had been jot all day that this shoal ... approved of lesbian deportment, all under the pretext of curing a medical exam condition. I had heard of female hysteric, of line, I just never realized the cure was so stir and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My female parent had visited the Doctor of the Church to have her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to imagine the wizened, old man licking my mother 's pussycat or fingering her button to get about convulsion of raptus to bring around her.

No wonderment she went at least once a calendar week for a treatment.

"fountainhead, in the hereafter I would ask you not to be so gaudy. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a tight smile."If you are this loud again, I will cut demerits and send you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand ?"

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

"Well, have a thoroughly Night,"smiled Genf."And, please, stay fresh curing yourselves. And if you ever need it, my room is just down the manor hall. I am always volition to avail a Young woman achieve the acme of health. It would be my pleasure."Her articulation was throaty with those final stage words, her eyes smoky.

My pussy itched and hurly burly ran through me as the one-time girl closed the room access behind us.

I squirmed as the silence deepened. The brightness level from our oil lamp flickered through the room. electricity had n't spread this far into the country yet. I am sure it would someday. Electric illumination were such marvels. All of British capital glowed at night these days.

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

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

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My booster swallowed."Can you excuse why you have tentacles that come out of your pussy ? Are you a freak ? do you belong in a traveling carnival ?"

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

Right. She 'll sympathize that an foreigner possessed me.

satire is very annoyance, Henrietta. It is considered quite rude to my people. Tell her. I 'm trusted she 'll see and even come to like them. Remember how a lot you like my tentacles.

I flushed. I had. They were wonderful. I glanced at my supporter, staring into her green centre. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the irritable missy. I licked my lips, tasting her tart twat again as she trembled.

"okeh, when I went out for a pass, I saw a shooting star and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the volcanic crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at first gear, the strange lights and beeping phone 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 ... stranger. Like from another major planet ?"

I nodded my head.

"From Venus ?"

Why do your multitude keep thinking that ? Venus is a horrible piazza. It 's high-risk than Mars.

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

"Well, it 's Urania. 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 Wells 's serial. Do n't you read Pearson 's magazine publisher ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting good. The tripods are out and they have heat rays and they 're marauding across the English countryside."

"Oh, a story,"I said and wrinkled my scent."No, I do n't register books about ... foreigner. And invasions."

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

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

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

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, aspect painted by the lantern. She licked her lips and let out a squirm and a moan wax of pent-up hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thighs. I knew it was wrong to keep"curing"each other. Especially with tongues and lips, but it was so wonderful.

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

I nodded my head.

"And plucked your virginal membrane ?"

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

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

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

Tabitha nodded her head."My maid was such a arch lady friend. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their dick sucked. A fiddling oral examination pleasance, and there was no peril of gestation that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a gentleman 's attention on me during courting and win his warmheartedness and marriage ceremony proposal, I should be prepared to use my mouth."

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

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

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

"That 's unlike. I was n't satiating a man 's queasy lusts, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassure. It was n't sex between us—sinful, gay woman sex—but two girls helping each former out. The fact it was the most wondrous thing in the world 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 thigh. My nightgown had n't gone all the way down to my peg beneath the masking. She slid higher, pressing beneath my gown.

My slit fluttered.

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

Oh, that sounds marvellous, Merita purred. You 'll have it off it.

I had a intuitive feeling I would.

I nodded my read/write head."Gladly. Only ... I do n't love how to fix them add up 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 case. But I imagine Tabitha only has to cause you and they will appear.

"Well, I think I can make them come out,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speaking in my mind.

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

But it did n't feel vulgar with her hand stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling hurly burly racing to my cunt. I shifted, my juice flowing as I savored her mouth. They were so wonderful. My meat beat faster and faster, sending a rush of delectation through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the candy kiss. A smile spread across her freckled face."I like kissing you."

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

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

She leaned down, her red hair caressing my human face, and sucked on my nipple through my night-robe. Her spittle soaked through the stuff, warmly and wet. My pap 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. cause me and germinate my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your body. We 'll let such a wonderful time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my eye fluttering. Her fingers crept higher on my second joint, pushing up my nightgown. It was so hot all of a sudden, the blanket smothering us. I pushed them down as she sucked on my nipple, exposing our legs.

Her fingers reached my pussycat. She stroked at my blond curls as she kissed over to my other teat and engulfed it through my nightdress. The wet linen fabric rasped on my mamilla as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.

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

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

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

Yes, she is a blue tease, Merita purred. You should touch her back. Stimulate her and she 'll brace you.

I liked that estimation. As Tabitha leaned down to suck on my teat through my nightgown—going back and Forth River between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my manus up her side and fondled her round knocker. Hers were bigger than mine. I squeezed it through her gown, 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 nightie, begging to be touched. I moved up to the laces keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the outset tie. The material rasped then came undone. Then I did the irregular and slipped my hired man down the front of her dressing gown.

"Etta,"she moaned between suck as my bare hired hand cupped her breast, her mammilla rubbing into my palm tree."Ooh, yes, I like that."

Tabitha squirmed, her finger's breadth brushing my kitty-cat lips. She made longer and longer contact, sliding up and down my slit and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her teat. It was so hard between my fingers and yet diffuse at the same time. She moaned every time I rolled it.

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

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

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

My cunt clenched, squirmed. The joy swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my teat through my nightie. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my pussy. They brushed my thighs and then her hand as my orgasm burst inside of me.

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

"Oh yes, your cunt tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your backtalk, stretching you open. 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 munition or legs. I could feel them, see them. It was n't unmanageable 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 sleep together what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the view of them stir such marvellous flutters through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red hair spilling around her face and falling down to brush mine."will you care my hysterics ? Pretty please ?"

I grinned at her, tidal bore to use my new tentacles.

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

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

Tabitha rained candy kiss on my face as she squealed in girlish delectation. Her red haircloth tickled my face as her hot lips moved about my impertinence and temple. Then she kissed my nose and finally my lips. That buss was n't a peck, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and undulated as hullabaloo flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the kiss, a Brobdingnagian smiling on her cheek and bolted up. She shifted on her knees, her breasts pressing against her dressing nightdress 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 dead body twitched and spasmed. Her tongue rose mellow and higher, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my nipples, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating outgrowth to play with.

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

My pussy clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasance rippled down my tentacle to my puss, sending howling hoo-hah through me. I sucked harder, wiggling to a greater extent and Thomas 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 scintillation in her putting green eye, reached the tip of my second tentacle. She swirled her tongue about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My eyes widened. duplicate the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of delectation barb through me.

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

My hand shot out, grasping her genu through her dressing nightgown, 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 implike and wonderful.

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

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

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

One went high up. The purple outgrowth dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my snatch cream across her breast as I searched for her chest. I found one and entwined it. The tentacle slithered around her tit, squeezing it until the tip reached her hard tit 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 fourthly tentacle farther and farther up her second joint until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so warmly and hot, her curly pubic pilus tickling my appendage. I slid the tip up and down her dent, 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 virginal membrane ... Oh, I get that marvellous thrill of taking her virginity, too.

Plucking her hymen. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so wicked just to believe. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the membrane stretched over her snatch. There were hole in her maidenhead, but were too minor 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 ally fell onto her back, squirming as she stroked and sucked on one tentacle while another two caressed her kitty 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 center widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her bridge player tightened on it. Such wondrous pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my paw caressing my body. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my other hired man found my button and frigged it.

Oh, that 's wonderful, I thought to Merita while moaning about my tentacle. I forced Sir Thomas More of it into my back talk. I coiled against the spinal column of my throat.

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

I did. Merita showed me how to relax my throat. I gasped, my throat bulging as the flap 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."melodic phrase, yes, yes. You 're tentacles are amazing. Oh, yes. I 'm going to ... to ..."

Her body bucked. Wordless rallying cry of joy sounded from her oral cavity, lips rounded into a perfect O. Her paroxysm spasmed her body. Hot juices flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her shaking consistence and orgasming cunny.

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

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

The tentacle, f reed from Tabitha 's mouth, ached for sensory faculty. 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 teat, savoring how they felt against her skin.

She spasmed again, gasping, her brass turn as read as her fuzz. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to take her maidenhead. But I had to ask her. I had to make indisputable it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my champion, struggling to breathe, my core hammering in my thorax. Her kitty was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and palpate her around me.

"Can I ... ?"

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

I kissed my friend hard on the brim as I pressed my tentacle against her pussy. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my early two tentacles constricting tight about her pap. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

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

Of making her a woman.

It 's a terrific gift she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her part. And she 's so fast and wet. Oh, yes. She 's wonderful. Do n't you get it on it ? Do n't you bonk 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 frame squeezed down on my tentacle. The pleasance rippled down the member. My toes curled. My finger's breadth danced harder on my clitoris, the two pleasures mixing, swirling, merging.

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's have the grand paroxysm. 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 cunt. 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 titty harder.

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

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

"I love you in me."Her smiling grew as my orgasm peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. Keep working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's amazing. Oh, yes. I can find you so oceanic abyss 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 member. The other two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's breasts, teasing her nipple.

But the fourth had zero to do.

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

I did bonk 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 nightgown and caressed my ass, wet with my spit. I groaned, my sphincter clenching as I slithered it between my butt-cheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes, therapeutic 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 paroxysm are the best."

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

I felt the puckered, wrinkled chess 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 heart twinkled. She reached out and seized my free hand.

"What are you doing with that 4th 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."Divine have mercy, that 's so dirty."

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

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

Our lips met in another kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, slick magazine pussycat and the other in my tight, velvety gut. Both hole felt so unlike, but equally wondrous. I trembled, my tongue playing with hers, our hands held tight.

My sum beat so fast with excitement.

Love her, whispered Merita. beloved her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. name her cum.

Yes, yes, yes.

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

And her hands ...

Tabitha grasped my minor cumulation through my nightgown. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my nipples. It was such a wonderful, wicked sense experience, sending tingles radiating through my body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

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

Me, too.

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

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

"And how does it fell to bugger yourself ?"Her green centre 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 delight of the my intestine caressing my appendage which caressed my bowels. They fluttered through me, building inside of me.

A massive convulsion of delight swelled in the astuteness of my pussy.

"Oh, you have to sodomise me adjacent clip,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my release. bring around my hysterics."Her finger pinched hard on my nipples."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 read/write head. She trembled and moaned. Her sass opened into a wide O.

And she came.

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

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

The look of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the bound. It was the terminal stimulation I needed. The paroxysm exploded in the depth of my snatch. The wall convulsed about the four tentacles extending from my sex. My intestine 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 pleasure as our thoughts hugged each other. So good. Yes, yes, yes.

The joy boiled through me. The seventh heaven peaked in me. I gasped, my back arching. All my tentacles pulsed, expanding and contracting. Tabitha groaned, her kitty clenching down on my tentacle, her pussycat stretched full open over and over.

"Cumming again,"she moaned through clenched dentition."Oh, yes. Your tentacles are the absolute effective. 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 body buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my slit. Then they were gone and I was a normal lady friend again. My helping hand took Tabitha 's as we stared in each other 's faces in the flickering lamp luminousness. She rolled over quickly and extinguished the fire before flopping on the bed, a grin on her face.

"That was the best."

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

I fell into sleep.

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Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her head. The alien 's thoughts still buzzed from the wonderful coming. But as she drifted off into sleep, a ear of worry shot through her. She was stranded on the primitive satellite and the core 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 idea how they would respond if they came in middleman with a human. Tomorrow, I need to convert Henrietta to leave behind her school and find it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the fresh instructor at the Kensington embarkment School. A lesbian, she had been tidal bore to shore a job at the school. It was whispered in the circles she moved through—women who understood the pleasure that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its female body towards the pleasures of the feminine, using hysterics as a pretense to introduce sapphic pleasures.

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

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

Marilynn was a young woman, her light-green dress tight about her body, cut to raise her rather generous bosom. Her auburn fuzz fell in curls about her face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her pilus, but excitation gripped her after witnessing the shooting lead 's fiery plunge.

"But, Miss Marilynn, I did n't think 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 intention when she set out with the lady friend to savour the maid 's lush torso. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her precept. A brown-haired, lentiginose face girl of XVIII dressed in her housemaid 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a satyr between Marilynn 's thigh to enjoy the girl.

It was n't surd. The schoolhouse earned its reputation as a haven of lesbian natural action. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walking, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a exuviate, their lips encounter in a athirst kiss. Marilynn 's helping hand slid up the maid 's physical structure and found the draw to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her manpower inside.

Warm, round chest. Nipples hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy combustion for Daisy 's backtalk licking and nuzzling. The teacher would receive enjoyed a spectacular orgasm 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 schooling. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the thrill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to schooling for the educatee to study was too much for her to travel by up.

She could always enjoy Daisy 's sweet sass 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 fag out here. They like to play magic trick on people."

"Fairies are not actual,"laughed Marilynn."man have always had a penchant towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Chief Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical Introduction to the philosophy of Mythology. human race strive to find a explanation for natural events, but without a scientific groundwork, they allow their poetic incline to create escape of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no brute out here."

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

The phone was a revolt, 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 watercraft has sprung a outflow. It would excuse the hissing."

"What kind of mechanics would be out here ? It 's nothing but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have device which make these sounds. Let 's go back to the school, Miss. You can explore inside my bodice again. Your bridge player was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The hissing grew louder. She crept through the wet grass. A light pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a lustrous brightness, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electrical. Strange, I did n't think electricity had reached out here.

"Miss,"groaned Daisy again."See, it 's pouf. They 're luring us in. We 'll be walking into a bog or something. They like to fiddle 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 night. Humans mother wit are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a silver cannister embedded in the ground like it had fallen from a great height. A unclouded 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 of meat and something hissed out, a gas darker than the fog.

"What is it, miss ?"Daisy asked, her part farther behind, holding back.

"I do n't know,"Marilynn said. She moved closer, peering at the gap. She bent down, sniffing but detected no noxious fumes. She reached out her hand 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 fright as the contamination ranch. The gas, once billowing out in a straightaway stream, moved and riffle. It reached towards her like a gaseous ophidian. The teacher screamed, her heart hammering, and turned to take flight as the fog engulfed her body.

The oily substance filled her rima oris and anterior naris. It poured down her pharynx. She staggered two step and fell to her knees while the maid called her name over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to pass off as Sir Thomas More and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

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

To be continued ...