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

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute electrical shock. Our small bedroom in the Kensington Boarding schooling swam around me. This was impossible. This could not be happening. Out of all the unusual, life-changing things that happened today, this was too much.

I had four purpleness tentacles sprouting out of my cunt and wrapped about Tabitha 's head and fiery hair. The extremity pulsed and gripped her. I could finger through them, the silky grain of my friend 's hide, the soft moving ridge of her red pilus, her warm breath wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to rest. I fell back on Tabitha 's bed, my breasts heaving beneath my nightgown. It was bunched up around my waist. Just moments ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still savor her tangy kitty-cat on my lips.

Relax, Merita, the lesbian alien 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 fantastic job licking your pussy.

Tabitha sucked in another breath and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eye were wild. Her hands gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her human face. I did n't screw what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding school into the foggy night an stranger 's starship 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 weird to call a craft 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 tiny wind-up toy, inside of me, working to fix my dampen neck. Only my torso did n't wish it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to have me. She merged our trunk together.

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

What 's ill-timed with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your body. You exploded so punishing when I took your maidenhead and fucked them in and out of your blotto cunny. You even liked sucking on them. They are perfectly delicately 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 answer, a loud knock rattled our door."What is going on in there ?"

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

"What 's wrong ? I heard screams."

"Nothing, Prefect,"I shouted, my nitty-gritty thudding. I had never been so panic-stricken of being caught in all the eighteen twelvemonth of my liveliness. 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 fair sex did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No thing how fantastic it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her oculus as all-encompassing as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our derriere. We lifted our hip joint, shoving our pegleg 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 hair fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a albumen nightdress, her large titty swelling the social movement. flick lacing decorated the neckline and brushed the rear of her chin as she walked in.

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

I blushed while Tabitha said,"Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a horrifying United States Department of State, our bellies full of kerfuffle, and that itchiness had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able to get a unspoilt night 's eternal sleep if we ... did n't ... do that."

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

I blinked in astonishment. There had been trace all day that this schooling ... approved of lesbian behavior, all under the guise of curing a medical condition. I had heard of distaff hysterics, of track, I just never realized the cure was so stimulating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the doc to have her hysteric cured. I shuddered, trying to imagine the wizen, old man licking my mother 's kitty or fingering her clitoris to bring about convulsion of exaltation to cure her.

No wonder she went at to the lowest degree once a week for a treatment.

"Well, in the time to come I would ask you not to be so loud. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a tight smile."If you are this loud again, I will make out demerits and transport you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand ?"

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

"Well, have a good night,"smiled Geneva."And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever want it, my elbow room is just down the hall. I am always willing to help a young woman achieve the pinnacle of health. It would be my pleasure."Her spokesperson was throaty with those hold up Christian Bible, her eyes smoky.

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

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

Tabitha stared at me, her freckled face paler than usual."Henrietta,"she said, using my full name instead of Eta for the first time, 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 fair ?"

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

Right. She 'll realise that an outlander possessed me.

Sarcasm is very annoyance, Henrietta. It is considered quite rude to my people. Tell her. I 'm sure she 'll understand 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 immature eyes. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable girl. I licked my lips, tasting her tart twat again as she trembled.

"okey, when I went out for a walk of life, I saw a shooting star and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at first, the unusual igniter and beeping sounds of her starship. How she had made love life to me with her tentacles and healed my body and merged into me.

"And she 's an ... foreigner. Like from another satellite ?"

I nodded my head.

"From Urania ?"

Why do your people keep thinking that ? Venus is a horrible place. It 's worse than Mars.

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

"wellspring, it 's Venus. Where else would a beautiful, female 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 Herbert George Wells 's serial. Do n't you scan Pearson 's Magazine ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting effective. The tripods are out and they have heat ray of light and they 're marauding across the English language countryside."

"Oh, a story,"I said and wrinkled my nuzzle."No, I do n't show Book about ... aliens. And invasions."

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

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

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

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, face painted by the lantern. She licked her lips and let out a squirm and a moan total 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 observe"curing"each other. Especially with spit and rim, but it was so wonderful.

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

I nodded my head.

"And plucked your maidenhead ?"

I nodded again, blushing and remembering how her tentacle had penetrated my hymen and buried into my depths. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her appendage. It was so wonderful feeling her 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 son of a bitch ?"

Tabitha nodded her head."My maidservant was such a wicked missy. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their prick sucked. A little oral pleasure, and there was no risk of exposure of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a man 's attending on me during courtship and win his fondness and spousal relationship marriage offer, 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 defective. They 're just disgusting.

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

"That 's different. I was n't satiating a man 's worthless lust, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassuring. It was n't sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two girlfriend helping each former out. The fact it was the most wonderful thing in the earth only made the job a delight to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."

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

My twat fluttered.

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

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

I had a feeling I would.

I nodded my top dog."Gladly. Only ... I do n't know how to make them get along 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 sheath. But I imagine Tabitha only has to stimulate you and they will appear.

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

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

But it did n't palpate vulgar with her helping hand stroking up and down my second joint, sending tingling flutter racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juices flowing as I savored her brim. They were so tremendous. My heart beat faster and faster, sending a rush of delight through my body.

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the buss. A smile spread across her freckled brass."I like kissing you."

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

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

She leaned down, her red hair caressing my brass, and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. Her spit soaked through the material, warmly 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 aroused. have me and sprout my tentacles. And then I 'll roleplay with your physical structure. We 'll have such a wonderful time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. Her fingers crept in high spirits on my thigh, pushing up my night-robe. 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 finger's breadth reached my pussy. She stroked at my blonde curls as she kissed over to my other pap and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen fabric rasped on my tit as she sucked, shooting such delight through my body.

The hysteric hoo-ha built in my stomach. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blonde curlicue, only stroking the edges of my cunny. Oh, she was such a tease. I groaned, my fingers digging into the shroud beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming maturation in my depths."more, more. You have to bear upon my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, break off teasing me."

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

Yes, she is a naughty tease, Merita purred. You should adjoin her back. Stimulate her and she 'll stimulate you.

I liked that theme. As Tabitha leaned down to imbibe on my tit through my nightgown—going back and forth between them, giving each one a abbreviated suckle—I slid my hired man up her side and fondled her round breast. Hers were self-aggrandizing than mine. I squeezed it through her nightgown, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her finger's breadth 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 laces keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the first tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the instant and slipped my hired man down the front of her dressing gown.

"Etta,"she moaned between suck as my bare paw 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 lens, sliding up and down my snatch and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so hard between my fingers and yet soft at the Sami time. She moaned every clip 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 pussy tentacles. My branch gap wider and wider as the squirming in my astuteness grew and grew.

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

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

My puss clenched, squirmed. The pleasance swelled in me as she massaged my clitoris and sucked on my tit through my nightgown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my pussy. They brushed my thigh and then her deal as my orgasm outburst inside of me.

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

"Oh yes, your kitty-cat tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your lips, 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 arms 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 wonderful flutter through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysteric cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red hair spilling around her font and falling down to sweep mine."will you care my hysterics ? Pretty please ?"

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

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

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

Tabitha rained candy kiss on my cheek as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red hair tickled my case as her hot lips moved about my cheeks and temple. Then she kissed my intrude and finally my lips. That kiss was n't a peck, but hot, hang around, making my tentacles wave and riffle as turmoil flooded out of my cunny.

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

"Ooh, it is slippery with your cunny succus,"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 higher and higher, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my teat, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendages to toy with.

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

My pussy clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The pleasure rippled down my tentacle to my kitty-cat, sending wonderful flutter through me. I sucked harder, wiggling more than and more than of my tentacle into my mouth.

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

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

Tabitha, a light in her green eye, reached the tip of my indorse tentacle. She swirled her knife about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My eyes widened. double the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a tremble of delight scene through me.

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in joy. My face hollowed as I cleaned all my succus off. My middle fluttered. delight rippled down my tentacle. I shuddered as Tabitha swirled her tongue about the tip of the former, her handwriting stroking me.

My handwriting shot out, grasping her knee through her dressing nightdress, clenching it as the hot pleasance rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new sensations rippled through me. They were so foul 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 wonderful, Merita.

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

One went heights. The purple appendage dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my pussy cream across her chest as I searched for her breasts. I found one and entwined it. The tentacle slithered around her tit, squeezing it until the tip reached her hard mammilla and batted it.

The s went low. It dived beneath the hem of her dressing gown, brushing her sleek 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 4th tentacle farther and farther up her second joint until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so warm and hot, her curly pubic hair tickling my appendage. I slid the tip up and down her slit, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, striking the short 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 thoughts caressing mine. She 's so wet and juicy. And her virginal membrane ... Oh, I get that wonderful thrill of taking her virginity, too.

Plucking her maidenhead. 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 pussycat. There were holes in her maidenhead, but were too small for the tentacle to joggle through. I slid it back to her clitoris, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the ferocity with which Tabitha sucked the other.

My friend fell onto her back, squirming as she stroked and sucked on one tentacle while another two caressed her pussy and tit. I tightened the tentacle about her 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 workforce tightened on it. Such fantastic pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my script caressing my torso. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my other helping hand found my clitoris and frigged it.

Oh, that 's rattling, I thought to Merita while moaning about my tentacle. I forced more of it into my oral cavity. I coiled against the backbone of my throat.

push it in deeper, Merita urged. Deep-throat the tentacle. You 'll make out it.

I did. Merita showed me how to relax my throat. I gasped, my throat bulging as the undulate tentacle pressed into it. The pressing 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 mouth."Melody, yes, yes. You 're tentacles are amazing. Oh, yes. I 'm going to ... to ..."

Her soundbox bucked. Wordless call of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a perfect O. Her paroxysms spasmed her trunk. Hot juice flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clitoris. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her shaking body and orgasming cunny.

"Etta,"she gasped, eyes 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 mavin. I shoved it down her dressing scrubs and wrapped it about her other titty. I squeezed them both. They pressed up into her dressing down, the tentacles writhing beneath, rubbing her mamilla, savoring how they felt against her skin.

She spasmed again, gasping, her face turning as read as her haircloth. I rubbed at her pussy, pressing on her maidenhead. I wanted to read her virginal membrane. But I had to ask her. I had to make sure it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my friend, struggling to take a breath, my nerve hammering in my bureau. Her cunt was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and feel her around me.

"Can I ... ?"

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

I kissed my 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 tight about her pap. Her maidenhead resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her candy kiss as I sank my tentacle into the profoundness of her pussy. Hot, wet, silky, delicious bod engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my friend 's untouched cunny, savoring the delight of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It 's a wondrous gift she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her voice. And she 's so rigorous and wet. Oh, yes. She 's wonderful. Do n't you eff it ? Do n't you have a go at it 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 pleasance rippled down the process. 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 curative our hysterics.

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

Her middle widened as the pleasure burst out of my pussy. My tentacles pulsed. They expanded and contracted as the delight washed through me and splashed against my mine. Her kitty-cat stretched and clenched about my tentacles as it pulsed, the others squeezing her tits harder.

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

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

"I love you in me."Her grinning grew as my coming peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. hold back working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's amazing. Oh, yes. I can feel you so deep in me, Etta. dear 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 extremity. The other two constricted and relaxed on Tabitha 's titty, teasing her nipple.

But the fourth had nothing to do.

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

I did get laid 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 nightdress and caressed my ass, wet with my saliva. I groaned, my sphincter muscle clenching as I slithered it between my butt-cheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes, cure my hysterics,"moaned Tabitha."Oh, please, please, Etta. go on ramming that tentacle in me. I 'm going to cum again. I love cumming. Those grand 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 curtain raising, stirring around it. The strange sensations shot to my pussy as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her putting surface center twinkled. She reached out and seized my release hand.

"What are you doing with that fourth tentacle ?"Tabitha asked, her vocalisation 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 heart widening."Lord have mercy, that 's so dirty."

I nodded my forefront, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my sphincter. My bowels stretched. The burning sensation swelled as my process slithered deeper. 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 coxa humping."You are so filthy. I love it, Etta. I love you."

Our back talk met in another kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, slick kitty-cat and the other in my tight, velvety bowels. Both holes felt so different, but equally tremendous. I trembled, my tongue playing with hers, our hands held tight.

My heart beat so profligate 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 hollow. My gut clenched down on them. So many sense rippled through my dead body : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's breasts, the others reaming our hollow, the burning joy radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the sweet touch sensation of her lips.

And her helping hand ...

Tabitha grasped my small cumulus through my nightgown. She clenched on them, her digit sliding around my nipples. It was such a howling, wicked whiz, sending tingles radiating through my body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that 's wonderful, Merita moaned. Fuck her harder. Fuck us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to feel that fantastic 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 require to turn over up the paroxysms of pleasure. She loved them. They were wonderful no subject 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 immature oculus twinkled.

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

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

"Oh, you have to sodomize me following fourth dimension,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my waiver. Cure my hysterics."Her finger's breadth pinched hard on my nipples."Please, please. I love you so much. Fix me."

"Yes !"

I rammed my tentacle deep into her kitty-cat. The others assaulted her nipples, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha 's eyes rolled back in her read/write head. She trembled and moaned. Her mouth opened into a wide O.

And she came.

I gasped at the hot feel of her pussy spasming about my plunging appendage. The satiny clash increased, shooting wicked delight down my consistency. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her ramification 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 exam foreplay I needed. The paroxysm exploded in the depths of my cunt. The bulwark 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 head, trembling in joy as our thoughts hugged each former. So good. Yes, yes, yes.

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

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

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

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

"That was the best."

I nodded my head and did n't jib as she pulled me in for a sweet kiss. Our implements of war held each other. My oculus closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our heads pillowed side-by-side. It was such a long, exciting day.

I fell into sleep.

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Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her creative thinker. The alien 's persuasion still buzzed from the grand orgasms. But as she drifted off into eternal rest, a spike heel of worry snapshot through her. She was stranded on the primitive person satellite and the core of her spaceship was missing.

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

Merita had no idea how they would react if they came in contact with a human being. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to leave her schooling and find it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the newfangled teacher at the Kensington embarkation schooling. A gay woman, she had been eager to shore a job at the schooling. It was whispered in the roofy she moved through—women who understood the joy that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its female organic structure towards the pleasance of the feminine, using hysterics as a guise to introduce Sapphic pleasures.

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

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

Marilynn was a Whitney Young woman, her fleeceable dress tight about her body, cut to heighten her rather generous bosom. Her auburn haircloth fell in curls about her typeface. She wished she had worn a cloak as the moistness assaulted her hair, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting sensation 's fiery plunge.

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

"Have sex act ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's aim when she set out with the daughter to enjoy the housemaid 's lush body. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to start her didactics. A brown-haired, freckled face girl of 18 dressed in her amah 's smock. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's thigh to bask the girl.

It was n't unvoiced. The school earned its reputation as a haven of lesbian activity. So when Marilynn invited the maid out for a walkway, it was n't long before she had the amah pinned against a shake off, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Marilynn 's hands slid up the amah 's trunk and found the ties to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lacing and dipped her custody inside.

Warm, unit of ammunition knocker. Nipples hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burning for Daisy 's back talk licking and nuzzling. The instructor would give enjoyed a salient orgasm on Daisy 's mouth.

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

She could always enjoy Daisy 's sweetness lip after they found it.

"But it 's so shadow, overlook,"Daisy said, fear thick in her representative."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are poove out here. They like to meet 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 Philosophy of Mythology. mankind reach to find out a explanation for natural consequence, but without a scientific fundament, they allow their poetical side to produce flight of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no puppet out here."

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

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

"Probably some mechanism on a farm. Maybe a pressure vessel has sprung a wetting. It would explain the hissing."

"What form of mechanism would be out here ? It 's nothing 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 explore inside my bodice again. Your deal was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The hissing grew louder. She crept through the wet Gunter Grass. A light pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a brilliantly light, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric. Strange, I did n't think 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 young woman, it is not a poof. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a common force at night. Humans sensation are optimized for daylight, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a silver canister embedded in the priming coat like it had fallen from a keen pinnacle. A dismount pulsed on top of it, a beacon that flashed not from an outside bulb but from the metal itself. A tornado ran across the English 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 have sex,"Marilynn said. She moved closer, peering at the chap. She bent down, sniffing but detected no noxious fumes. She reached out her hired hand and waved it through the fog. It clung to her digit. Something was suspended in the gas, black, oily. It swelled down her fingers, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fear as the taint gap. The gas, once billowing out in a full-strength stream, moved and cockle. It reached towards her like a gaseous ophidian. The instructor screamed, her essence hammering, and turned to flee as the fog engulfed her body.

The oily substance filled her mouth and nostrils. It poured down her throat. She staggered two footstep and fell to her knees while the maid called her figure over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to breathe as more and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

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

To be continued ...