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 shock. Our small bedroom in the Kensington boarding School 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 purple tentacles sprouting out of my slit and wrapped about Tabitha 's head and flaming whisker. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could feel through them, the silklike texture of my friend 's pelt, the balmy wafture of her red fuzz, her warm breathing place wafting across them as she shrieked again.

Tentacles. I had tentacles sprouting from my pussy.

I struggled to breathe. I fell back on Tabitha 's bed, my breasts heaving beneath my nightgown. It was bunched up around my shank. Just instant ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still savour her tart snatch on my rim.

Relax, Merita, the sapphic alien possessing my consistence, 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 marvelous job licking your pussy.

Tabitha sucked in another hint and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were furious. Her hands gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her boldness. I did n't know what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding shoal into the foggy night an extraterrestrial being '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 Weird to forebode a trade 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 miniature, inside of me, working to fix my broken neck. Only my body did n't like it and fought against them like they were a disease. So she had to possess me. She merged our bodies together.

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

What 's haywire with tentacles ? Merita sounded offended. You loved them when I caressed your body. You exploded so surd when I took your virginal membrane and fucked them in and out of your sozzled cunny. You even liked sucking on them. They are perfectly ok tentacles.

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

Before Merita could respond, a brassy belt rattled our door."What is going on in there ?"

The phone of Prefect Geneva bolted awe through me and Tabitha. My acquaintance stopped shrieking. My tentacles released her head, reacting to venerate. My lust evaporated, they slithered back inside my snatch and were ... gone.

"What 's untimely ? I heard screams."

"Nothing, Prefect,"I shouted, my heart thudding. I had never been so terrified of being caught in all the XVIII year of my life. We were half-naked, faces smeared in cunny emollient, and in Tabitha 's bed. Even without the tentacles, we were behaving so poorly.

Proper new cleaning lady did not ... engage in Lesbian sex. No matter how howling it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her centre as wide of the mark as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our tail end. We lifted our hips, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the door opened. Genf peered in, holding an oil lamp in her hand. Her towheaded haircloth fell loose about her shoulders. She wore a tweed nightie, her large boob swelling the front man. flick lace decorated the neckline and brushed the arse of her Chin as she walked in.

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

I blushed while Tabitha said,"Yes, Prefect. Etta and I both were in a atrocious province, our belly entire of flutters, and that itching had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able-bodied to get a right nighttime 's residue if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a smile."I am glad to see you miss are helping cure the former 's hysterics. We ca n't induce our girl squirming in family or up half the Night unable to sleep. You are here to get an education, and we ca n't do that if your poor cunnies are distracting you."

I blinked in astonishment. There had been speck all day that this school day ... approved of gay woman behavior, all under the guise of curing a medical condition. I had heard of female hysterics, of class, I just never realized the remedy was so stimulating and wonderful.

Or so sinful.

My female parent had visited the medico to have her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to envisage the wizened, old man licking my mother 's kitty or fingering her clit to bring about fit of rapture to cure her.

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

"wellspring, in the future I would ask you not to be so loud. Others are trying to sleep."She fixed us both with a loaded grinning."If you are this loud again, I will issue demerits and charge you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we sympathize ?"

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

"Well, have a full night,"smiled Geneva."And, please, keep curing yourselves. And if you ever ask it, my room is just down the hall. I am always unforced to help a Brigham Young cleaning woman achieve the pinnacle of health. It would be my pleasure."Her interpreter was throaty with those shoemaker's last speech, her eyes smoky.

My kitty-cat itched and hoo-hah ran through me as the sr. girl closed the room access behind us.

I squirmed as the silence deepened. The lightness from our oil lamp flickered through the room. Electricity had n't spread this far into the commonwealth yet. I am sure it would someday. Electric brightness level were such marvels. All of London glowed at nighttime these days.

Tabitha stared at me, her freckled grimace paler than usual."Henrietta,"she said, using my full public figure instead of Eta for the first time, her articulation 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 excuse why you have tentacles that come out of your pussy ? Are you a freak ? do you go in a traveling carnival ?"

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

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

irony is very annoying, Henrietta. It is considered quite uncivil to my people. separate her. I 'm sure enough she 'll understand and even come to like them. Remember how much you like my tentacles.

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

"O.K., when I went out for a walk, I saw a shooting star and it crashed ..."

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at foremost, the foreign lights and beeping audio of her spaceship. How she had made dearest to me with her tentacles and healed my soundbox and merged into me.

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

I nodded my head.

"From genus Venus ?"

Why do your people keep thinking that ? Venus is a ugly stead. It 's defective than Mars.

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

"Well, it 's genus Venus. Where else would a beautiful, female alien who likes to heal 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 well 's series. Do n't you say Pearson 's cartridge clip ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting unspoilt. The tripods are out and they have heat re and they 're marauding across the English countryside."

"Oh, a story,"I said and wrinkled my intrude."No, I do n't read playscript about ... stranger. 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 grinning on her face."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 replete of pent-up hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thigh. I knew it was wrong to keep"curing"each early. 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 hymen and buried into my astuteness. I had shuddered and writhed, my cunny gripping her process. It was so grand feeling her lantern 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 wicked girl. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their putz sucked. A slight oral delight, and there was no danger of maternity that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a gentleman 's attention on me during courtship and win his affection and marriage proposal of marriage, I should be prepared to use my mouth."

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

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

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

"That 's different. I was n't satiating a man 's sickening lust, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so assure. It was n't sex between us—sinful, tribade sex—but two daughter helping each other out. The fact it was the most howling affair in the globe only made the job a delight to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."

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

My pussy fluttered.

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

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

I had a flavor I would.

I nodded my header."Gladly. Only ... I do n't know how to make them issue forth out."I concentrated, pushing down with my puss, trying to force them out. I groaned, straining, but they did not seem. Merita ?

Hmm, this is an unusual pillowcase. But I imagine Tabitha only has to shake up you and they will appear.

"fountainhead, I think I can make them look,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speech production in my psyche.

Tabitha leaned in and her list-processing language kissed mine. They were so blue and sweet, adorned with my musk. I groaned, trembling as we shared our kiss. It started out chaste, but soon our tongues were meeting each other, kissing in the vulgar French fashion.

But it did n't feel vulgar with her hand stroking up and down my thigh, sending tingling flutter racing to my pussy. I shifted, my juice flowing as I savored her brim. They were so wonderful. My heart beat faster and faster, sending a haste of delight through my body.

I think I loved her.

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

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

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

She leaned down, her red hair caressing my nerve, and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. Her spit soaked through the material, quick 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. Stimulate me and stock my tentacles. And then I 'll meet with your organic structure. We 'll have such a terrific time."

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

Her fingers reached my pussycat. She stroked at my blonde curls as she kissed over to my early nipple and engulfed it through my nightgown. The wet linen fabric rasped on my nipple as she sucked, shooting such delectation through my body.

The hysterical flutters built in my breadbasket. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blond curls, only stroking the edge of my cunny. Oh, she was such a coquette. I groaned, my finger's breadth digging into the sheets beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming maturation in my depth."More, more. You have to meet my pussy directly. Please, Tabitha, stop teasing me."

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

Yes, she is a naughty vamp, Merita purred. You should touch her spinal column. Stimulate her and she 'll stimulate you.

I liked that mind. As Tabitha leaned down to go down on on my mammilla through my nightgown—going back and forth between them, giving each one a brief suckle—I slid my hand up her incline and fondled her round breast. Hers were bigger than mine. I squeezed it through her nightdress, bringing a groan from her lips.

Her fingerbreadth 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 lacing keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the number 1 tie. The cloth rasped then came undone. Then I did the irregular and slipped my hand down the nominal head of her dressing gown.

"Etta,"she moaned between sucking as my bare manus cupped her breast, her teat detrition into my decoration."Ooh, yes, I like that."

Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my puss back talk. She made longer and longer contact, sliding up and down my slit and caressing my clit as I pinched her mammilla. It was so hard between my fingers and yet flaccid at the same time. She moaned every clock time I rolled it.

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

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

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

My pussy clenched, squirmed. The pleasure swelled in me as she massaged my clit and sucked on my teat through my nightgown. I moaned, the tentacles squirming out of my puss. They brushed my thigh and then her hired hand as my sexual climax burst 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 pussy tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your lips, stretching you give. Ooh, that looks wild."

"Uh-huh,"I panted and shuddered, my coming peaking inside of me.

I fell back on the pillows, panting, groaning, my toes clenching and my tentacles twitching. They were a constituent of me. Like my weapon system or pegleg. I could feel them, master 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 marvelous 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 sweep mine."Will you care my hysteric ? Pretty please ?"

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

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

"I can stage that, Tabitha,"I smiled, aegir to find out if Merita was correct.

Tabitha rained kisses on my face as she squealed in girlish delight. Her red tomentum tickled my face as her hot back talk moved about my cheeks and synagogue. Then she kissed my nozzle and finally my back talk. That kiss was n't a peck, but hot, mill about, making my tentacles wave and ripple as excitement flooded out of my cunny.

Then she broke the kiss, a huge grin on her brass and bolted up. She shifted on her genu, her boob pressing against her dressing nightgown 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 clapper up it. My body twitched and spasmed. Her tongue rose high and higher, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so raw, like my pap, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendages to spiel with.

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

My slit clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The joy rippled down my tentacle to my pussy, sending marvelous flutters through me. I sucked harder, wiggling more and more of my tentacle into my mouth.

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

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

Tabitha, a twinkle in her green eye, reached the tip of my bit tentacle. She swirled her tongue about the tip and then sucked on it, too. My eye widened. Double the pleasure rippled down my tentacles, driving down to my cunny. My free tentacles writhed together, entwining and caressing as a shake of delight shot through me.

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in delight. My nerve hollowed as I cleaned all my succus 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 hand slam out, grasping her knee through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot delight rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new sensations 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 wonderful, Merita.

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

One went high. The empurpled appendage dived into her unlaced bodice, smearing my pussycat pick across her chest as I searched for her knocker. I found one and entwined it. The tentacle slithered around her tit, squeezing it until the tip reached her gruelling teat and batted it.

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

Then I caressed.

She was so ardent and hot, her curly pubic pilus tickling my member. I slid the tip up and down her twat, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, striking the niggling nub then slid down her wet sass 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 maidenhead ... Oh, I get that wondrous frisson of taking her virginity, too.

Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my lip. It was so foul just to think. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the membrane stretched over her cunt. There were golf hole in her maidenhead, but were too small for the tentacle to wiggle through. I slid it back to her clitoris, rubbing it, sucking harder on my tentacle, matching the furiousness 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 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 eyes widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her hands tightened on it. Such terrific pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my organic structure. I pinched a nipple through my dressing gown while my former hand found my button and frigged it.

Oh, that 's wondrous, I thought to Merita while moaning about my tentacle. I forced More of it into my mouth. I coiled against the vertebral 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 undulating tentacle pressed into it. The pressure 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."tonal pattern, yes, yes. You 're tentacles are amazing. Oh, yes. I 'm going to ... to ..."

Her consistency bucked. Wordless shout of joy sounded from her mouth, lips rounded into a perfect O. Her paroxysms spasmed her consistency. Hot juices flooded out around the tentacle massaging her clit. I moaned louder about the tentacle in my throat, savoring the fell of her quiver 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 sensation. I shoved it down her dressing gown and wrapped it about her other boob. I squeezed them both. They pressed up into her dressing down, the tentacles writhing beneath, rubbing her pap, savoring how they felt against her skin.

She spasmed again, gasping, her aspect turn as translate as her hair. I rubbed at her kitty, pressing on her hymen. I wanted to take her maidenhead. But I had to ask her. I had to build sure enough it was what she wanted.

I drew the tentacle out of my throat, gasping for air. I stared at my acquaintance, struggling to breathe, my heart hammer in my chest. Her kitty 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 finger you in me, Etta. Your tentacles are so wonderful."

I kissed my Friend hard on the mouth as I pressed my tentacle against her twat. My own cunny clenched about my tentacles as I strained. I rubbed the tip harder, my other two tentacles constricting tight about her tits. Her maidenhead resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

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

Of making her a woman.

It 's a wondrous natural endowment she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion midst in her voice. And she 's so tight and wet. Oh, yes. She 's marvelous. Do n't you love it ? Do n't you love how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so gentle and silky, Henrietta ?

Yes !

I trembled as I fucked my tentacle in and out of Tabitha 's cunny, our tongues dancing together. Her frame squeezed down on my tentacle. The pleasure rippled down the appendage. My toes curled. My finger danced heavily on my clitoris, the two pleasures mixing, swirling, merging.

Merita, I moaned.

Yes, yes, let 's cum. Do it. Let 's have the rattling fit. Let her cunny remedy our hysterics.

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

Her middle widened as the pleasure burst out of my kitty-cat. 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 nipple harder.

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

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

"I love you in me."Her smile grew as my coming 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 sense you so deep in me, Etta. Love this."

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

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

But the fourth had zilch to do.

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

I did love it when your tongue probed it.

As Tabitha bucked and trembled against my tentacle, I reached the unoccupied one around behind me. It pulled up my dressing gown and fondle my ass, wet with my saliva. I groaned, my sphincter muscle clenching as I slithered it between my butt-cheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes, remedy 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 paroxysms are the best."

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

I felt the puckered, wrinkled opening, stirring around it. The strange sense datum dig to my pussy as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her green eyes twinkled. She reached out and seized my free hand.

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

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

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

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

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

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

Our rim met in another candy kiss as I pumped one tentacle in and out of her hot, slick pussy and the early in my tight, velvety bowels. Both gob felt so different, but equally tremendous. I trembled, my tongue playing with hers, our work force held tight.

My affection rhythm so debauched with excitement.

erotic love her, whispered Merita. Love her. Oh, you two are so beautiful together. puddle her cum.

Yes, yes, yes.

We writhed on the bed. I pumped the tentacles faster and faster in our holes. My gut clenched down on them. So many esthesis rippled through my physical structure : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's boob, the others reaming our holes, the burning joy radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the sweetened sense of touch of her lips.

And her custody ...

Tabitha grasped my diminished mounds through my nightgown. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my nipple. It was such a rattling, wicked champion, sending tingles radiating through my body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that 's rattling, Merita moaned. fucking her harder. fucking us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to feel that terrific seventh heaven again.

Me, too.

It was addictive. A frailty that she had heard the moderation women railing against. Like inebriant or opium. She did n't want to give up the paroxysms of pleasure. She loved them. They were wondrous no matter how sinful it was.

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

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

"So amazing. It is unlike than being in your cunny. But soooo wonderful. Oh, my bowels are so tight on my tentacles."I shuddered, ramming my tentacles in inscrutable, loving the duel delectation of the my bowel caressing my outgrowth which caressed my gut. They fluttered through me, building inside of me.

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

"Oh, you have to bugger me adjacent time,"gasped Tabitha."Oh, yes, I want that. I 'm so close to my release. bring around my hysterics."Her digit pinched hard on my mammilla."Please, please. I love you so much. Fix me."

"Yes !"

I rammed my tentacle deep into her kitty. The others assaulted her mamilla, writhing beneath her nightgown. Tabitha 's middle rolled back in her brain. She trembled and moaned. Her mouthpiece opened into a full O.

And she came.

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

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

The smell of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the border. It was the final arousal I needed. The paroxysms exploded in the depths of my pussy. 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 mind, trembling in delight as our thoughts hugged each former. So serious. Yes, yes, yes.

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

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

"You 're so very welcome,"I moaned and then sighed, my blonde hair 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 girl again. My deal 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 straits and did n't dissent as she pulled me in for a afters kiss. Our subdivision held each other. My center closed. I sighed when she broke the kiss, our heads pillowed side-by-side. It was such a foresighted, exciting day.

I fell into sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Merita drowsed with Henrietta in her mind. The alien 's thoughts still buzzed from the fantastic orgasms. But as she drifted off into sleep, a spike of worry shot through her. She was stranded on the primitive planet and the pith of her starship was missing.

It contained nanites. If she had any Bob 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 contact with a human. Tomorrow, I need to convert Henrietta to will her school and find it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

young lady Marilynn Gully was the newest teacher at the Kensington boarding School. A lesbian, she had been eager to land 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 eubstance towards the pleasures of the feminine, using hysterics as a pretense to introduce sapphic pleasures.

"young lady Marilynn, I thought we came out to take the air,"the housemaid Daisy said, her vocalization squeaking with fear.

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

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

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

"Have recounting ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's intentions when she set out with the female child to enjoy the maidservant 's lush organic structure. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to begin her teaching. A brown-haired, freckled face girl of eighteen dressed in her maidservant 's gaberdine. She was fetching, stirring a letch between Marilynn 's thigh to enjoy the girl.

It was n't voiceless. The school earned its reputation as a oasis of lesbian activity. So when Marilynn invited the maiden out for a walk of life, it was n't long before she had the maid pinned against a throw, their lips meeting in a athirst candy kiss. Marilynn 's hands slid up the maid 's organic structure and found the ties to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her work force inside.

Warm, round breasts. mamilla hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burning for Daisy 's lips licking and nuzzling. The teacher would feature enjoyed a outstanding climax 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 school day. And though Marilynn taught philosophy, the thrill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to school for the scholarly person to study was too a lot for her to pass up.

She could always delight Daisy 's sweet backtalk after they found it.

"But it 's so dark, misfire,"Daisy said, fright midst in her vox."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are fairies out here. They like to run tricks on people."

"Fairies are not real,"laughed Marilynn."Humans have always had a predilection towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Chief Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical Introduction to the philosophy of Mythology. Humans reach to determine a explanation for instinctive issue, but without a scientific substructure, they allow their poetic side to make trajectory of fancy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no creatures out here."

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

The sound was a ascension, hissing, bombination. It had a mechanically skillful 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 press vessel has sprung a leakage. It would excuse the hissing."

"What kind of mechanics would be out here ? It 's nil but farms. And I grew up here. None of the farms have gimmick which make these sounds. Let 's go back to the schooltime, miss. You can explore inside my bodice again. Your hand was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The sibilation grew louder. She crept through the wet grass. A light pulsed in the fog, a lighthouse. It was a smart light, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric. Strange, I did n't reckon electricity had reached out here.

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

"Silly young woman, 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 signified are optimized for day, not the nocturnal."

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

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

"I do n't know,"Marilynn said. She moved closer, peering at the cracking. 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, total darkness, oily. It swelled down her fingers, moving, reaching, alive.

She jumped back and gave a fear as the contamination spread. The gas, once billowing out in a unbent flow, moved and undulated. It reached towards her like a gaseous serpent. The instructor screamed, her heart hammering, and turned to flee as the fog engulfed her body.

The oily substance filled her mouthpiece and nostril. It poured down her throat. She staggered two footfall and fell to her knee while the maid called her public figure over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to take a breath as more and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The existence fuzzed dark and she fell onto her boldness as the nanites went to exercise on changing her body.

To be continued ...