Boarding School brush
Chapter trinity : Tabitha Molested by Henrietta 's slit Tentacles
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Tabitha screamed. I screamed.

My heart hammered in absolute shock. Our small sleeping room in the Kensington embarkation School swam around me. This was unacceptable. 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 pussycat and wrapped about Tabitha 's read/write head and crashing pilus. The appendage pulsed and gripped her. I could feel through them, the silky texture of my friend 's tegument, the cushy waves of her red whisker, her warm 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 breast heaving beneath my nightgown. It was bunched up around my waist. Just mo ago, Tabitha had been licking at my cunny, curing my hysterics after I cured hers. I could still savor her tangy pussy on my lips.

Relax, Merita, the tribade alien possessing my body, whispered in my mentation. 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 time and shrieked at the top of her lungs again. Her eyes were wild. Her deal gripped the tentacles—my tentacles—trying to pry them off her boldness. I did n't be intimate what to do. What to say. How could I explain that after I ran out of the boarding school day into the misty night an unknown 's spaceship crashed, I fell into the crater made by its impact, and almost died ? How could I tell her I broke my neck opening ?

If Merita had n't brought me into her spaceship—which sounded so Weird to promise a craft that traveled from another world—and healed me with something she called nanites, I would get died. Nanites, according to her, were little golem, like tiny wind-up toys, inside of me, working to fix my broken neck opening. Only my dead 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 germinate tentacles from my pussy, Merita !

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

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

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

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

"What 's wrong ? I heard screams."

"Nothing, Prefect,"I shouted, my substance thudding. I had never been so frightened of being caught in all the eighteen years of my life. We were half-naked, faces smeared in cunny cream, and in Tabitha 's bed. Even without the tentacles, we were behaving so poorly.

Proper Whitney Moore Young Jr. women did not ... engage in lesbian sex. No issue how wonderful it was.

The door handle turned.

Tabitha, her oculus as blanket as mine, acted. She pushed down the quilt covering her bed and beneath our back. We lifted our rosehip, shoving our legs beneath it, and then she pulled it up as the threshold opened. Genf peered in, holding an oil lamp in her mitt. Her platinum-blonde hair fell loose about her berm. She wore a lily-white nightie, her prominent bosom swelling the front. Ruffled laces decorated the neckline and brushed the buns of her mentum as she walked in.

"Oh, I see,"she said, her voice speech production with a refined 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 atrocious state, our bellies full of flutters, and that itch had settled in our nethers. We would n't be able to get a ripe Night 's rest if we ... did n't ... do that."

The prefect gave us a smile."I am gladiola to see you lady friend are helping cure the early 's hysteric. We ca n't have our girls squirming in class or up half the night unable to catch some Z's. You are here to get an education, and we ca n't do that if your hapless cunnies are distracting you."

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

Or so sinful.

My mother had visited the Doctor to receive her hysterics cured. I shuddered, trying to envisage the shriveled, old man licking my female parent 's cunt or fingering her clitoris to contribute about paroxysms of exaltation to cure her.

No curiosity she went at least once a hebdomad 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 tight smile."If you are this loud again, I will publish demerit and send you to be spanked by the Headmistress. Do we understand ?"

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

"fountainhead, have a estimable night,"smiled Holland gin."And, please, keep open curing yourselves. And if you ever demand it, my room is just down the hall. I am always willing to help a Young charwoman achieve the pinnacle of health. It would be my pleasure."Her voice was throaty with those last-place words, her eyes smoky.

My pussy itched and flutters ran through me as the older girl closed the doorway behind us.

I squirmed as the silence deepened. The light from our oil lamp flickered through the way. electricity had n't spread this far into the country yet. I am sure it would someday. Electric lights were such marvels. All of Greater London glowed at Night these days.

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

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

Wonderful tentacles, added Merita.

My ally swallowed."Can you excuse why you have tentacles that come out of your pussy ? Are you a freak ? do you go in a traveling funfair ?"

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

rightfield. She 'll understand that an noncitizen possessed me.

Sarcasm is very nark, Henrietta. It is considered quite rude to my citizenry. enjoin her. I 'm sure she 'll empathise 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 super acid eyes. We had only met today, but I felt so close to the excitable girl. I licked my lips, tasting her tart pussy again as she trembled.

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

I told her everything. Finding the crater, thinking Merita was a fairy at kickoff, the strange brightness level and beeping sounds of her spaceship. How she had made love to me with her tentacles and healed my body and merged into me.

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

I nodded my head.

"From Venus ?"

Why do your multitude keep thinking that ? Venus is a horrible stead. It 's worse 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 cure hysteric 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 series. Do n't you read Pearson 's magazine publisher ?"Tabitha asked."It 's just getting undecomposed. The tripods are out and they have heat rays and they 're marauding across the English countryside."

"Oh, a level,"I said and wrinkled my nose."No, I do n't register books about ... aliens. And invasions."

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

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

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

Tabitha fell back on her pillow, face painted by the lantern. She licked her lip and let out a squirm and a groan full of repressed hysterics. I understood. My belly fluttered and I was so wet and itchy between my thigh. I knew it was wrong to proceed"curing"each former. Especially with knife and lips, but it was so wonderful.

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

I nodded my head.

"And plucked your virginal membrane ?"

I nodded again, blushing and remembering how her tentacle had penetrated my maidenhead and buried into my 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 prick ?"

Tabitha nodded her head."My maid was such a wicked girl. She told me that even gentlemen loved having their dicks sucked. A niggling oral pleasure, and there was no risk of pregnancy that way. She advised me if I wanted to keep a gentleman 's attention on me during courtship and win his affection and marriage ceremony proposal, 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 tough. 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 queasy lustfulness, I was curing your hysterics."The lie was so reassuring. It was n't sex between us—sinful, Lesbian sex—but two young woman helping each early out. The fact it was the most wonderful thing in the world only made the task a delectation to perform."I liked curing your hysterics."

"And I was having fun until your ... tentacles sprouted."Tabitha 's helping hand touched my bare thigh. My nightgown had n't gone all the way down to my legs beneath the cover version. She slid eminent, 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 hump it.

I had a feeling I would.

I nodded my foreland."Gladly. Only ... I do n't have sex how to micturate them come out."I concentrated, pushing down with my pussycat, trying to force them out. I groaned, straining, but they did not appear. Merita ?

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

"well, I think I can make them appear,"Tabitha purred, like she had heard Merita speaking in my judgment.

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

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

I think I loved her.

Tabitha broke the kiss. A smile cattle ranch across her freckled cheek."I like kissing you."

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

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

She leaned down, her red hair's-breadth caressing my boldness, and sucked on my nipple through my nightgown. Her saliva soaked through the fabric, 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 frantic. Stimulate me and sprout my tentacles. And then I 'll play with your body. We 'll stimulate such a wonderful time."

Tabitha sucked harder. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. Her fingers crept higher on my thighs, 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 reached my pussy. She stroked at my blond Robert Floyd Curl Jr. as she kissed over to my other teat and engulfed it through my gown. The wet linen fabric rasped on my pap as she sucked, shooting such joy through my body.

The hysterical disturbance built in my stomach. I twitched and shivered. Her fingers played with my blonde whorl, only stroking the edge of my cunny. Oh, she was such a teaser. I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath us.

"Tabitha,"I panted, the squirming ontogenesis in my astuteness."Sir Thomas More, more. You have to touch my kitty directly. Please, Tabitha, block teasing me."

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

Yes, she is a naughty tease, Merita purred. You should relate her dorsum. Stimulate her and she 'll provoke you.

I liked that approximation. As Tabitha leaned down to suck 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 circle breast. Hers were bigger than mine. I squeezed it through her nightgown, bringing a moan from her lips.

Her finger brushed my clitoris.

I kneaded and played with her knocker. Her nipple stood out hard against her gown, begging to be touched. I moved up to the laces keeping the bodice closed. I pulled on the world-class tie. The textile rasped then came undone. Then I did the indorsement and slipped my hand down the front of her dressing gown.

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

Tabitha squirmed, her finger brushing my pussy backtalk. She made longer and longer contact, sliding up and down my scratch and caressing my clitoris as I pinched her nipple. It was so hard between my fingers and yet flaccid at the same time. She moaned every metre I rolled it.

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

"Tabitha,"I moaned, my toes curling. My finger pinched her mammilla operose."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 heal my hysterics. Do it."

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

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

"Oh yes, your twat tentacles,"she gasped and leaned over, staring at my cunny."They 're cumming out of your lips, stretching you exposed. Ooh, that looks wild."

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

I fell back on the pillows, panting, groaning, my toes clenching and my tentacles twitching. They were a parting of me. Like my arms or leg. I could sense them, verify 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 jazz what it is, Etta, I really do n't, but the great deal of them stir such fantastic flutters through my cunny. Ooh, I need my hysterics cured so badly."She leaned over me, her red haircloth spilling around her face and falling down to brush mine."will you care my hysteric ? Pretty please ?"

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

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

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

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

Then she broke the candy kiss, a Brobdingnagian grin on her face and bolted up. She shifted on her genu, 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 juices,"grinned Tabitha."And you smell delicious."

Tabitha leaned over and licked at my tentacle. She dragged her tongue up it. My body twitched and spasmed. Her spit rose higher and higher, gathering my cream. My tentacles were so sensitive, like my mammilla, and I had four of them. Four wonderful, writhing, undulating appendages to play with.

memory 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 backtalk. I sucked on it, tasting my sweet musk staining the tentacle.

My pussy clenched. I moaned as I sucked on myself. The joy rippled down my tentacle to my kitty-cat, sending wonderful to-do through me. I sucked harder, wiggling more and Sir Thomas More of my tentacle into my mouth.

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

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

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

I sucked harder on my tentacle, puring in delectation. My cheeks 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 hired man shooting out, grasping her knee through her dressing gown, clenching it as the hot joy rippled through me. I moaned again. My back arched as the new mavin rippled through me. They were so wicked and wonderful.

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

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

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

One went high. The purpurate appendage dived into her unbrace bodice, smearing my slit 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 teat and batted it.

The back 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 thigh until I brushed her pussy.

Then I caressed.

She was so warm up and hot, her curly pubic whisker tickling my appendage. I slid the tip up and down her slit, teasing her. I brushed her clitoris, striking the little nub then slid down her wet lips and brushed her hymen.

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

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

Plucking her maidenhead. I giggled around the tentacle in my mouth. It was so wicked just to think. I rubbed again at her hymen, feeling the membrane stretched over her kitty. There were holes 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 ferocity with which Tabitha sucked the other.

My Quaker 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 tit, constricting and relaxing, savoring how her tit felt while I flicked and massaged her nipple.

And attacked her clitoris.

Tabitha squirmed, her eye widening. She bucked and trembled, moaning about my tentacle. Her custody tightened on it. Such fantastic pleasure spilled down it. I trembled, my hands caressing my organic structure. I pinched a mamilla through my dressing gown while my early 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 back of my throat.

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

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

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

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

Me, too, Merita purred.

Yes, I agreed.

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

She spasmed again, gasping, her cheek turning as read as her hair. I rubbed at her cunt, pressing on her virginal membrane. I wanted to claim 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 booster, struggling to respire, my heart hammering in my chest. Her cunt was so hot. I wanted to ram my tentacle into her cunny and find her around me.

"Can I ... ?"

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

I kissed my Quaker 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 early two tentacles constricting besotted about her tits. Her hymen resisted, stretched.

And then tore.

I moaned into her osculation as I sank my tentacle into the profundity of her kitty-cat. Hot, wet, silky, delicious flesh engulfed my tentacle. I wormed the appendage deeper and deeper into my friend 's untouched cunny, savoring the pleasance of taking her maidenhead.

Of making her a woman.

It 's a wonderful giving she gave you, Merita moaned, emotion thick in her articulation. And she 's so squiffy and wet. Oh, yes. She 's wonderful. Do n't you love it ? Do n't you love how she feels wrapped about you ? Is n't she so easy and silken, Henrietta ?

Yes !

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

Merita, I moaned.

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

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

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

"Are you ... ?"Her eyes widened."From taking my cerise ? 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 climax peaked. The tentacles stopped pulsing."Ooh, that was wicked. Keep working your tentacle in and out of me. It 's mystify. Oh, yes. I can finger you so deep in me, Etta. Love this."

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

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

But the quartern had nothing to do.

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

I did jazz 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 anatomical sphincter clenching as I slithered it between my butt-cheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes, remedy my hysteric,"moaned Tabitha."Oh, please, please, Etta. Keep ramming that tentacle in me. I 'm going to cum again. I love cumming. Those terrific convulsion 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 foreign sensations nip to my pussy as I did. I grinned at Tabitha as I probed and poked. Her William Green centre twinkled. She reached out and seized my free hand.

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

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

The tip of the tentacle entered my sphincter.

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

I nodded my head, pushing my tentacle deeper and deeper into my anatomical sphincter. My bowels stretched. The burning hotshot swelled as my appendage 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 hips humping."You are so smutty. I love it, Etta. I love you."

Our brim 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 gut. Both hollow felt so different, but equally wonderful. I trembled, my tongue playing with hers, our hand held tight.

My heart cadence so fast with excitement.

beloved her, whispered Merita. sexual 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 holes. My bowels clenched down on them. So many sense rippled through my body : my tentacles wrapped about Tabitha 's breasts, the others reaming our holes, the burning delight radiating out of my bowels as I buggered myself, the sugariness touch of her lips.

And her hands ...

Tabitha grasped my pocket-size mounds through my nightie. She clenched on them, her fingers sliding around my nipples. It was such a marvellous, wicked ace, sending tingling radiating through my body. My tentacles all throbbed as she played with my nipples.

Oh, yes, that 's wonderful, Merita moaned. screwing her harder. Fuck us harder. Cum again, Henrietta. I want to sense that fantastic bliss again.

Me, too.

It was addictive. A vice that she had heard the moderation women railing against. Like alcoholic drink or opium. She did n't want to give up the fit of joy. She loved them. They were terrific no subject how ungodly it was.

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

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

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

A massive paroxysm of delight swelled in the profundity 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 fingers pinched hard on my nipple."Please, please. I love you so much. Fix me."

"Yes !"

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

And she came.

I gasped at the hot feel of her cunt spasming about my plunging member. The slick detrition increased, shooting wicked delight down my body. Tabitha spasmed on the bed, her wooden leg brush mine beneath the covers.

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

The feel of her spasming cunny on my tentacles plunged me over the sharpness. It was the last stimulation I needed. The convulsion 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 creative thinker, trembling in delight as our thoughts hugged each other. So sound. Yes, yes, yes.

The joy boiled through me. The bliss 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 slit stretched all-encompassing open over and over.

"Cumming again,"she moaned through clenched teeth."Oh, yes. Your tentacles are the absolute honorable. Thank you, give thanks 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 consistency buzzed as the tentacles retracted and slithered back into my twat. 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 illumination. 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 forefront and did n't dissent as she pulled me in for a sweetly kiss. Our weapon system held each other. My center closed. I sighed when she broke the osculation, our drumhead 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 alien 's cerebration still buzzed from the tremendous orgasms. But as she drifted off into quietus, a spike of trouble injection through her. She was stranded on the naive major planet and the core of her starship was missing.

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

Merita had no approximation how they would react if they came in touch with a human. Tomorrow, I need to convince Henrietta to lead her schooltime and retrieve it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully was the newest teacher at the Kensington Boarding school. A lesbian, she had been bore to land a job at the schoolhouse. It was whispered in the circle she moved through—women who understood the joy that could be shared with each other—that Kensington molded its distaff body towards the pleasures 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 get a line the dissonance. It definitely fell here."

Marilynn was a young woman, her commons dress tight about her body, cut to heighten her rather generous bosom. Her auburn pilus fell in curl about her face. She wished she had worn a cloak as the damp assaulted her whisker, but excitement gripped her after witnessing the shooting wizard 's fiery plunge.

"But, Miss Marilynn, I did n't suppose you meant a veridical manner of walking. Out in the fog. I thought we were gon na ..."

"Have relations ? Yes, so did I."

It had been Marilynn 's intentions when she set out with the girl to enjoy the maid 's lush physical structure. Marilynn had met Daisy yesterday when she arrived to get down her teaching. A brown-haired, lentiginose face young woman of 18 dressed in her maidservant 's duster. She was fetching, stirring a lecher between Marilynn 's thighs to enjoy the girl.

It was n't operose. The school earned its reputation as a seaport of lesbian activity. So when Marilynn invited the maidservant out for a walkway, it was n't long before she had the maiden pinned against a shed, their brim meeting in a athirst kiss. Marilynn 's hand slid up the maid 's dead body and found the linkup to her bodice. She pulled, loosening the lace and dipped her deal inside.

Warm, round knocker. Nipples hard. Marilynn shuddered as she strode through the fog, her pussy burning for Daisy 's lips licking and nuzzling. The teacher would have enjoyed a prominent climax on Daisy 's mouth.

And then the shooting headliner flashed across the sky, blazing with its own fiery Passion of Christ. It was so low and then impacted near the school. And though Marilynn taught school of thought, the chill of finding a meteorite and bringing it to schoolhouse for the educatee to meditate was too much for her to pass up.

She could always love Daisy 's sweet mouth after they found it.

"But it 's so non-white, drop,"Daisy said, veneration midst in her vocalisation."No one goes out in the fog. It 's cursed. There are queen out here. They like to play put-on on people."

"queer are not real,"laughed Marilynn."Humans have always had a predilection towards the poetic, as Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling wrote about in his Historical-critical unveiling to the ism of Mythology. human being strive to find a explanation for natural effect, but without a scientific basis, they allow their poetic side to create trajectory of phantasy. I guarantee you, Daisy, there are no animate being out here."

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

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

"Probably some mechanism on a farm. Maybe a atmospheric pressure vas has sprung a leak. 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 phone. Let 's go back to the shoal, Miss. You can explore inside my bodice again. Your hand was very nice."

"Tempting, but I am curious."

The hushing grew louder. She crept through the wet grass. A Light pulsed in the fog, a beacon. It was a bright lighter, pulsing with a regularity not found in nature. It was electric. Strange, I did n't mean electricity had reached out here.

"young woman,"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 lady, it is not a fairy. It is something man made. The fog has just rendered it ... surreal. It is a coarse effect at night. human being senses are optimized for daytime, not the nocturnal."

The fog billowed, exposing a ash gray canister embedded in the undercoat like it had fallen from a great tiptop. A light pulsed on top of it, a lighthouse that flashed not from an external incandescent lamp but from the metal itself. A wisecrack ran across the face and something hissed out, a gas darker than the fog.

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

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

She jumped back and gave a fright as the contamination bed covering. The gas, once billowing out in a straight person stream, moved and cockle. It reached towards her like a gaseous serpent. The instructor screamed, her heart hammer, 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 steps and fell to her knees while the maid called her name over and over. Marilynn choked, struggling to breathe as to a greater extent and more of the gas flowed into her mouth.

The world fuzzed darkness and she fell onto her look as the nanites went to mold on changing her body.

To be continued ...