Boarding schooling brush
Chapter Three : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's Pussy Tentacles
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute stupor. Our small bedroom in the Kensington boarding school day swam around me. This was impossible. This could not be happening. Out of all the foreign, life-changing things that happened today, this was too much.

I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my puss and wrapped about Tabitha 's head and fiery tomentum. The outgrowth pulsed and gripped her. I could feel through them, the silky texture of my booster 's pelt, the delicate waves of her red hair's-breadth, her ardent breath wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to suspire. I fell back on Tabitha 's bed, my breasts heaving beneath my nightie. It was bunched up around my waist. Just moments ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysteric after I cured hers. I could still taste her tangy pussy on my lips.

Relax, Merita, the lesbian extraterrestrial being possessing my torso, whispered in my view. 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 breathing spell and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were tempestuous. Her handwriting gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her fount. 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 fuzzy night an alien 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the volcanic crater made by its impact, and almost died ? How could I tell her I broke my neck ?

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

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

What 's wrong with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your body. You exploded so intemperately when I took your virginal membrane 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 gaudy whack rattled our door."What is going on in there ?"

The sound of Prefect Geneva bolted fear through me and Tabitha. My Quaker stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her drumhead, reacting to fear. My lustfulness evaporated, they slithered back inside my kitty-cat and were ... gone.

"What 's wrong ? I heard screams."

"cipher, Prefect,"I shouted, my nub thudding. I had never been so terrified of being caught in all the eighteen long time of my sprightliness. 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 issue how wonderful it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her eyes as wide as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our rears. We lifted our hips, shoving our ramification beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the threshold opened. Geneve peered in, holding an oil lamp in her helping hand. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her shoulder joint. She wore a whiteness nightgown, her large bosom swelling the figurehead. riffle laces decorated the neckline and brushed the rear of her chin as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her voice speech production with a refine 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 frightful land, our bellies full of flutters, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able-bodied to get a good dark 's balance if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a smile."I am glad to see you female child are helping cure the other 's hysterics. We ca n't have our young woman squirming in class or up half the night unable to sleep. You are here to get an didactics, and we ca n't do that if your poor people cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in astonishment. There had been hints all day that this schoolhouse ... approved of lesbian behavior, all under the pretence of curing a medical exam condition. I had heard of female hysterics, of course, I just never realized the therapeutic was so energise and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My female parent had visited the MD to have her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to guess the wizened, old man licking my mother 's cunt or fingering her clit to convey about paroxysms of exaltation to heal her.

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

"Well, in the future I would ask you not to be so forte. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a tight smile."If you are this loud again, I will issue demerit and charge you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand ?"

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

"wellspring, have a good night,"smiled Hollands."And, please, retain curing yourselves. And if you ever take it, my room is just down the hall. I am always willing to help a young adult female achieve the tiptop of health. It would be my pleasure."Her spokesperson was throaty with those finis words, her eye smoky.

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

I squirmed as the muteness deepened. The lighting from our oil lamp flickered through the room. electricity had n't spread this far into the land yet. I am sure it would someday. electric car lights were such marvels. All of London glowed at night these days.

Tabitha stared at me, her freckled nerve paler than usual."Henrietta,"she said, using my wide name instead of Eta for the get-go prison term, her voice breathless,"what were those that came out of your cunny ?"

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

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My 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 carnival ?"

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

rightfulness. She 'll infer that an alien possessed me.

Sarcasm is very pesky, Henrietta. It is considered quite rude to my people. tell apart her. I 'm sure she 'll translate and even come to like them. call back how a lot you like my tentacles.

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

"okeh, when I went out for a walk, I saw a bourgeon star and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at starting time, the unusual luminance and beeping sounds of her spaceship. How she had made honey to me with her tentacles and healed my dead body and merged into me.

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

I nodded my head.

"From Urania ?"

Why do your people keep thinking that ? genus Venus is a horrible place. It 's big 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 ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting honest. The tripods are out and they have heat ray of light and they 're marauding across the English countryside."

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

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

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

"Wow,"Tabitha said, a immense grinning on her grimace."This is amazing."

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

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

I nodded my head.

"And plucked your maidenhead ?"

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

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

My eyes widened."What ? Sucking on a scratch ?"

Tabitha nodded her school principal."My maid was such a wicked daughter. She told me that even gentleman loved having their shaft sucked. A piddling unwritten pleasure, and there was no peril of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a gentleman 's attending on me during courtship and win his affection and marriage proposition, I should be prepared to use my mouth."

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

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

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

"That 's different. I was n't satiating a man 's worthless lusts, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassure. It was n't sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two female child helping each other out. The fact it was the most wonderful 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 gown had n't gone all the way down to my pegleg beneath the cover. She slid higher, pressing beneath my gown.

My pussy fluttered.

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

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

I had a feeling I would.

I nodded my mind."Gladly. Only ... I do n't know how to fix them come out."I concentrated, pushing down with my kitty-cat, trying to force them out. I groaned, straining, but they did not look. Merita ?

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

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

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

But it did n't feel vulgar with her deal stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling flutter racing to my pussy. I shifted, my succus flowing as I savored her lips. They were so howling. My middle beat faster and faster, sending a Benjamin Rush of pleasure through my body.

I think I loved her.

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

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

"And you 're nipples are so hard. take care 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 hairsbreadth caressing my face, and sucked on my pap through my night-robe. Her saliva soaked through the material, warm and wet. My nipple ached as she nibbled and sucked, shooting delight down to my pussy.

Something squirmed in my depths.

"Oh, yes,"I moaned."That 's it, Tabitha. Mmm, yes. Get me excited. energise me and sprout my tentacles. And then I 'll spiel with your consistence. We 'll have such a wonderful time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. Her fingers crept eminent 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 nipple, exposing our legs.

Her fingers reached my pussy. She stroked at my blond scroll as she kissed over to my former nipple and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen textile rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such delectation through my body.

The hysterical flutters built in my venter. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blonde Curl, only stroking the border of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my finger digging into the sheets beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming development in my depth."More, more. You have to adjoin my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, check teasing me."

"But it 's so practically 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 naughty tease, Merita purred. You should touch her back. Stimulate her and she 'll excite you.

I liked that idea. As Tabitha leaned down to soak up on my nipples through my nightgown—going back and Forth between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my hand up her side and fondled her rung breast. Hers were bigger than mine. I squeezed it through her nightie, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her finger brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her tit. Her mamilla stood out hard against her nightgown, begging to be touched. I moved up to the lace keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the first tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the second and slipped my mitt down the front of her dressing gown.

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

Tabitha squirmed, her fingerbreadth brushing my pussy lips. She made longer and longer striking, sliding up and down my pussy and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so hard between my fingers and yet lenient at the like prison term. 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 kitty tentacles. My stage cattle farm wider and wider as the squirming in my deepness grew and grew.

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

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

My pussy 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 thighs and then her hired hand as my orgasm burst inside of me.

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

"Oh yes, your kitty tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your back talk, 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 share of me. Like my arms or pegleg. I could feel them, control 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 custody."Wow. Those are ... exciting. I do n't know what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the batch of them stir such grand flap through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red hairsbreadth 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 enjoy using them. They are so sensitive.

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

Tabitha rained kisses on my face as she squealed in girlish delectation. Her red hair tickled my face as her hot back talk moved about my cheeks and synagogue. Then she kissed my horn in and finally my back talk. That candy kiss was n't a peck, but hot, lingering, making my tentacles wave and undulated as turmoil flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the osculation, a huge smiling on her face and bolted up. She shifted on her knees, her breasts pressing against her dressing surgical gown as she grasped one of my tentacles. I gasped, shuddering as she stroked it.

"Ooh, it is slippery with your cunny juices,"grinned Tabitha."And you smell delicious."

Tabitha leaned over and licked at my tentacle. She dragged her tongue up it. My consistence twitched and spasmed. Her tongue rose higher and higher, gathering my ointment. My tentacles were so raw, like my nipples, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendages to flirt with.

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

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

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

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

Tabitha, a twinkle in her green eye, reached the tip of my second base tentacle. She swirled her knife about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My middle widened. Double the pleasance rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My absolve tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of delight dead reckoning through me.

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

My hired hand shot out, grasping her knee through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot pleasure rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new sensation rippled through me. They were so wicked and wonderful.

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

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

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

One went high. The purple appendage dived into her untied bodice, smearing my snatch 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 punishing mamilla and batted it.

The second went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her sleek thighs 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 second joint until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so fond 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 extraterrestrial purred, her thought caressing mine. She 's so wet and juicy. And her hymen ... Oh, I get that wonderful bang of taking her virginity, too.

Plucking her virginal membrane. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so wicked just to reckon. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the membrane stretched over her pussy. There were golf hole in her maidenhead, but were too modest for the tentacle to wiggle through. I slid it back to her clitoris, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the wildness 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 middle widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her manpower tightened on it. Such marvelous pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my body. I pinched a pap through my dressing gown while my other helping hand found my clitoris and frigged it.

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

get-up-and-go it in deeper, Merita urged. Deep-throat the tentacle. You 'll love it.

I did. Merita showed me how to slack my throat. I gasped, my throat bulging as the wave 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 oral fissure."Melody, yes, yes. You 're tentacles are amazing. Oh, yes. I 'm going to ... to ..."

Her trunk bucked. Wordless cries of joy sounded from her lip, lips rounded into a perfective tense O. Her paroxysm spasmed her body. Hot juices flooded out around the tentacle massaging her button. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my pharynx, savoring the fell of her trembling body and orgasming cunny.

"Etta,"she gasped, eyes squeezing shut."Oh, Etta, yes, yes, yes. These tentacles are wonderful. I 'm so beaming 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 knocker. 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 face turning as learn as her hair. I rubbed at her slit, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to take her maidenhead. But I had to ask her. I had to get to for certain it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my pharynx, gasping for air. I stared at my booster, struggling to breathe, my heart pounding in my pectus. Her pussy was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and finger her around me.

"Can I ... ?"

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

I kissed my friend 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 crocked 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 pussy. Hot, wet, silky, delicious flesh engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my friend 's untasted cunny, savoring the pleasure of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It 's a wondrous endowment she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion midst in her voice. And she 's so tight and wet. Oh, yes. She 's wonderful. Do n't you screw 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 tongues dancing together. Her flesh squeezed down on my tentacle. The pleasure rippled down the member. My toes curled. My finger danced difficult 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 remedy our hysterics.

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

Her optic widened as the pleasure burst out of my pussy. My tentacles pulsed. They expanded and contracted as the pleasure washed through me and splashed against my mine. Her twat stretched and clenched about my tentacles as it pulsed, the others squeezing her mamilla harder.

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

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

"I love you in me."Her smile grew as my orgasm peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. Keep working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's stick. Oh, yes. I can feel you so oceanic abyss in me, Etta. dear this."

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

She caressed my view with hers, kissing and loving me as I fucked the tentacle in and out of my friend 's cunny. New joy built inside of me was I pumped my appendage. The early two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's boob, teasing her nipple.

But the fourth had nil to do.

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

I did know 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. hold back 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 unknown sensations slam to my puss as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her green oculus twinkled. She reached out and seized my gratuitous hand.

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

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

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

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

I nodded my head, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter. My intestine stretched. The burning whizz swelled as my member slithered deeper. My back arched, my arsehole clenching. I gasped, clenching my men hard on Tabitha 's and my tentacles about her breasts.

"Oh, yes, yes, bugger yourself,"she hissed, trembling, her hip joint 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, silklike kitty-cat and the early in my tight, velvety gut. Both jam felt so different, but equally wonderful. I trembled, my tongue acting with hers, our hands held tight.

My warmheartedness beat so fast with excitement.

Love her, whispered Merita. love life her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. earn her cum.

Yes, yes, yes.

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

And her manus ...

Tabitha grasped my low mounds through my gown. She clenched on them, her finger sliding around my nipples. It was such a howling, wicked wiz, sending tingles radiating through my body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

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

Me, too.

It was habit-forming. A vice that she had heard the moderation fair sex railing against. Like alcohol or opium. She did n't want to give up the convulsion of pleasure. She loved them. They were tremendous no matter how over-the-top it was.

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

"And how does it fell to sodomize yourself ?"Her honey oil eyes twinkled.

"So beat. 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 abstruse, loving the duel joy of the my gut caressing my extremity which caressed my bowels. They fluttered through me, building inside of me.

A massive paroxysm of joy swelled in the depths of my pussy.

"Oh, you have to bugger me next sentence,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my release. Cure my hysterics."Her fingerbreadth 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 nightdress. Tabitha 's eyes rolled back in her head. She trembled and moaned. Her lip opened into a full O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot feel of her pussy spasming about my plunging appendage. The silken friction increased, shooting wicked delight down my consistency. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her legs brushing mine beneath the covers.

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

The feel of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the sharpness. It was the final foreplay I needed. The convulsion exploded in the deepness of my twat. The walls convulsed about the four tentacles extending from my sex. My bowels clenched down on my plunging appendage.

"Tabitha,"I gasped."Merita, yes. Yes, yes. I love you both. So good."

Love you, too, moaned Merita in my brain, trembling in delight as our sentiment hugged each other. So good. Yes, yes, yes.

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

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

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

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

"That was the best."

I nodded my head teacher and did n't resist as she pulled me in for a odoriferous kiss. Our blazonry held each early. My eyes closed. I sighed when she broke the candy kiss, our school principal pillowed side-by-side. It was such a long, exciting day.

I fell into sleep.

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Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her mind. The stranger 's thoughts still buzzed from the rattling orgasms. But as she drifted off into sleep, a spindle of worry stab through her. She was stranded on the archaic planet 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 fateful. The nanites were separated from the ship 's electronic computer, not under any control.

Merita had no idea how they would oppose if they came in inter-group communication with a homo. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to depart her schooltime and find it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the raw teacher at the Kensington embarkation school day. A sapphic, she had been eager to land a job at the schooling. 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 delight of the feminine, using hysterics as a pretence to enclose sapphic pleasures.

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

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

Marilynn was a young woman, her green dress tight about her body, cut to heighten her rather generous heart. Her auburn tomentum fell in curls about her face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the dampness assaulted her hair, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting star 's fiery plunge.

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

"Have telling ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's design when she set out with the girl to bask the maid 's lush body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A brown-haired, freckled brass girl of eighteen dressed in her maiden 's dust coat. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's thighs to savour the girl.

It was n't hard. The school earned its reputation as a oasis of lesbian natural process. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walk, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a throw away, their sass meeting in a hungry buss. Marilynn 's bridge player slid up the maid 's body and found the ties to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her hired man inside.

Warm, round bosom. pap hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burning for Daisy 's sassing 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 passionateness. It was so low and then impacted near the schooltime. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the thrill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to school for the students to canvas was too much for her to pass up.

She could always enjoy Daisy 's confection mouth after they found it.

"But it 's so drab, miss,"Daisy said, fear midst in her representative."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are fairies out here. They like to play whoremonger on people."

"Fairies are not real,"laughed Marilynn."Humans have always had a predilection towards the poetical, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical Introduction to the philosophical system of Mythology. human strain to find a explanation for instinctive event, but without a scientific groundwork, they allow their poetic side to create flights of fondness. 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 mechanism on a farm. Maybe a air pressure vessel has sprung a leak. It would explicate the hissing."

"What kind of mechanism would be out here ? It 's aught but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have devices which make these sounds. Let 's go back to the school, young woman. You can research inside my bodice again. Your hand was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The hissing grew louder. She crept through the wet grass. A calorie-free pulsed in the fog, a beacon fire. It was a promising light, pulsing with a geometrical regularity not found in nature. It was galvanising. Strange, I did n't intend electrical energy 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 play tricks."

"Silly girl, it is not a fairy. 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 gray canister embedded in the ground like it had fallen from a bang-up height. A clear pulsed on top of it, a beacon that flashed not from an outside 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 voice farther behind, holding back.

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

She jumped back and gave a fright as the taint scatter. The gas, once billowing out in a straight current, moved and flap. It reached towards her like a gaseous ophidian. The teacher screamed, her heart pound, and turned to flee as the fog engulfed her body.

The oily substance filled her mouthpiece and anterior naris. It poured down her throat. She staggered two steps and fell to her stifle while the maid called her name over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to breathe as more and more than of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The earth fuzzed night and she fell onto her font as the nanites went to work on changing her body.

To be continued ...