Boarding School Encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her tiny space fracture. She manipulated the ascendency with her work force and four purpleness tentacles. She stared at the blue major planet before her It filled the curved sieve. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engines had malfunctioned.

"I 'm going to break up,"she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. reddish blue scare pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a primitive satellite, its inhabitants thousands of yr behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an saint place to collapse. She would be hard-pressed to find the substance or materials to renovate her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was go for that they were a kindly people. She leaned her seat back and prepared her ship for wreck landing place. It would be hours yet, and several orbits, before her ship made contact with the planets atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The rig wheels clattered on the country route, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the stroller window at the dreary moorland. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green theatre of operations, forgetful of the grey trying to live with them. A flighty flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the route, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding schooltime my parents had sent me to. billy goat, our family 's stableman, was my date. First on the train, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from London. And now by carriage. I would expend the side by side few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutors were enough for my education, but my father wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the daughter and make link for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new masses. I never felt ... prosperous. And a whole new school day ...

Eighteen geezerhood was not enough to train myself.

I clutched my pocketbook in nervous digit as the carriage followed the road 's breaking ball. Through the fog, a edifice appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the fog. twinkle glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The green lawn clad the Benny Hill 's gentle slope, dotted with wide oak tree diagram for wraith. Gravel crunched beneath the carriage 's wheels as it wound up the driveway to the forepart of the school.

My heart fluttered worse. I took a deep breather, my small breasts straining against my tight bodice. My bridge player fumbled on the seat for my cowling. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my dark traveling dress. I pulled the bonnet over my head and tied it at the nape, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the wide-eyed style, but my female parent had taken to criticize it of late. I bit my lower lip as the building grew gravid and enceinte. From a aloofness, it looked like any other county landed estate, but up close it was mammoth, lobby reaching in both counsel, the base rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horse neighed as Billy stopped the pusher before the doors. A maid in a black apparel, white apron and cap awaited, handwriting folded before her. The carriage creaked as the stableboy dismounted, his boots crunching on the gravel. He opened the door, his approximative typeface giving me a comforting smile.

"offspring miss,"he said, holding his hand.

I took his thickened grip in my gloved, left hand and stepped out of the carriage."Thank you, Billy."

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to fetch my luggage while I walked up to the maiden, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsy, a smile on her freckled aspect. I swallowed, fighting the urge to polish my skirt.

"Well, what a joy to receive you, Henrietta,"smiled the maidservant."I 'm Daisy. You 're the last student to arrive for term. I 'll see that your luggage is taken to your room."

"Thank you, Daisy"I said, hoping my voice did n't betray my nerves.

"Almost late for term to start. Another day late and the Headmistress would be none to pleased with you."

I swallowed."She sounds strict."

"Aye, that she is. Just go inside. Whitney Young Tabitha will get hold of you to the school 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to make certainly you 're in full wellness, now do n't we. It 's our duty to rear your body as lots as your mind. But do n't worry your fairly head. nanny Paige will contract good care of you."

I took a hint and headed to the threshold, my heel boots thudding on the urbane endocarp mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass handle and my thumb pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit vestibule, the high window overhead letting in wad of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

Greater London had been lit for a X, but the country lagged behind the metropolis.

A girl my age, with flaming hair's-breadth, stood in a what could only be the school 's uniform—gray chick, white blouse, a gray bow at the pharynx, a smile on her freckled grimace, her fervent hair falling in wafture about her expression while blue centre twinkled with a most mischievous light.

"You must be Etta,"the young woman beamed."I 'm Tabitha, your roommate."

"Etta ?"I arched an supercilium."I 'm afraid you 're mistaken. My name 's Henrietta."

"And that is such a stuffy public figure. I think Etta is better."Tabitha beamed."So that 's what I shall call you."

Her personality was so substantial. I gave her a spooky smile."Okay."My name was too stuffy and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her name 's proper diminutive Tabby. Hettie or Ettie was the proper diminutive of my name, not Etta. I almost called her tabby cat, but shyness held my tongue.

"Now I 've been her a week,"said Tabitha,"and been everywhere in the school."She hooked my arm in hers."From the basement we 're not supposed to venture down all the way to the bean. Boy was it dusty up there."

I gave her a polite nod as I let her lead me from the foyer.

"The affair I have seen. Why, I bet they would sprain your straw hair white and put a good great deal of vividness into your cheeks."

I nodded again. Color in my nerve ? Would n't a fearfulness have the inverse event ?

"You would not think some of the thing that happen at night."

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a rich laugh."No, no. But I think you 'll get a taste when Nurse Paige give you your examine. It is ... personal."

"Are n't all examines personal ?"I asked."I have been to a physician."

"wellspring, you 'll just take in to see. It was invigorating, I will tell you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the great hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we have tea in our session rooms. There are about a hundred girls separated into four dorm and we each have our own sitting room. The tea is just lovely and a fine time to loose and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not a good deal of a talker."

I nodded.

"trade good affair I ca n't stop,"she laughed,"or this would be the most boring walk. Imagine only the echo of our brake shoe through the hall."

I favored her a crocked smile.

"Well, nanny Satchel Paige will tease apart you up."Tabitha 's eyes flicked to me."I am ever so glad you are rooming with me. I think we shall stimulate such a gay time together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

My brass warmed."I can. I just ..."

"Have a rima oris full of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they intact school must get a line my knee joint knocking beneath my skirt."

A giggle escaped my lips."Yes, it was a fear I had."

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a room access at the end of a hall."fountainhead, here is the infirmary. Nurse Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the time you finish. And then we shall have an afternoon of leisure time before the boringness of school starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

Tabitha gave me an extemporary hug and a kiss on the brass."You 're welcome. Now get in there. nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige is not someone you want to keep waiting."

I gave a squeak of fear and nodded my mind. I did not want to maintain the suckle wait. I would hate to be strapped on my first day. Classes had n't even started yet. I took a recondite breathing time and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

"seed in,"a pleasant voice said, at betting odds with what I expected. The interpreter sounded vernal, not the stern, unshakable voice like my governess had. Was Tabitha salting my soup ? She had me all stressed expecting a rigorous disciplinarian.

I opened the door and stepped into the flabby light of the infirmary. Several canopied bed covered in whiteness sheets, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a cleaning woman sat. She stood with a smiling, smoothing her night wench, a motherly smiling on her young cheek. She could n't throw been more than ten days my senior. Her blonde fuzz fell in curled ringlet about her round cheek and splashed colouring material onto her drab dress. Her bodice was good and the dame 's bustle accentuated the plumpness of her buttocks.

"You must be the sweet Henrietta,"smiled the nurse.

I gave a quick curtsy that would make my governess proud, lifting my wench and crossing my depart fundament behind my right as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled boots thudding on the Isidor Feinstein Stone floors.

"Now, now, you do n't deliver to curtsy for me. I 'm Nurse Paige."She stopped before me, nodding her headland."Yes, yes, you are just a treasure, Henrietta."

Her digit pinched both my impudence as I straightened, just the way my old maid aunty Margarete would. I kept my smile as she nodded her principal."Pleased to fulfill you, nursemaid Paige."

"I bet you are all aflutter,"she said."butterfly stroke darting hither and fro inside your belly."She rubbed a band on my stomach.

I blinked and shifted, a aflutter prickling running down to my nethers.

"Yes, yes, I bet you are. And that 's perfectly natural for a Pres Young young woman like you to be all aflutter. But my scrutiny will calm you down. I have just the technique to facilitate with any hysteric you might feel."

"hysteric ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a sound, Danton True Young daughter is certain to require relief."She patted my impertinence again."But first the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my back and worked the push down the forepart of my wearing apparel. Underneath, I wore a white combination camisole and drawers covered in frilly furbelow. I slipped my dress of my berm and let it fall down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my half-slip and unbrace my reheel shoes. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to face the nurse.

"No, no, child, that wo n't do. All the way."

I blushed."Is that really necessary ?"

She nodded her heading."Your uniform awaits. We have our standards for undergarments as well. It all must amount off."

I took a trench hint and reached down to unbuckle the strap holding up my drawers. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my legs, baring my thighs and knees. I pulled them along with my stockings. I gave her a beseeching look.

"underbodice, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my head as fast as I could, bearing my humble titty. It was cold in the situation. I pressed my implements of war and second joint tight together, licking my brim. Her eyes fell on my tit, a pocket-size smile rose.

A wet scabies formed between my thigh as my stomach became aflutter.

"okey, Henrietta, let 's get your examination out of the way."

Her script touched my pelvic girdle and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my metrical foot shuffling along the coldness, stone story. Her custody were so affectionate compared to the air. Her thumb stroked my physical body, brushing my side and sending flutters up and down my body.

"I see your pap are hardening. That 's very good."

My cheeks grew even warmer.

"And your blush response is quite rapid."She smiled."Relax, you have nix to feel ashamed of in here."

I nodded my mind, trying to slow my heart 's cadence.

She examined me, pressing a listening trumpet to my chest and sounding my beat and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping jacks. It was most embarrassing, my white meat bouncing up and down without my camisole to bring home the bacon support, and I was so aware of how lewd it was to overspread my second joint so far apart while naked. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she find something incorrectly with my halcyon curls ?

Her studying regard increased the flutter in my nethers. I felt wetter between my thighs when I stopped my recitation, breathing heavily. She listened at my thorax again then her hands rubbed where my throat met my question, correct beneath my jaw.

"Just motivation to watch your secreter,"she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her hands slid down my neck to my breasts.

"Nurse Satchel Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my breasts at the same time, her digit sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her ovolo brushed my tit. They were so sensitive. A tingle raced through my consistency I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as sinful idea blossomed in my mind.

My fingers itched to touch myself between the thigh. And I knew how much a sin that would be. girl were not supposed to think of sex. It was merely a tariff we performed for our hubby, not something we should starve after.

But her touch on my breasts only made me lust.

"nanny Paige, what are you doing ?"

"Inspecting your breasts,"she smiled, her cheeks rosy."They are succulent pair. Ripe and growing."

And then her right handwriting slid away, moving down my breadbasket. I drew in a breathing spell as she caressed around my belly release, then she went lower. Her finger brushed the golden Curl adorning my pudenda.

She would determine out I was wet down there. That I had lusty thoughts."nanny Paige,"I whined."Please ..."

Her finger pressed between my second joint and rubbed at my private."Oh, ho, ho,"she smiled."Someone has a wet pussy. I knew you would be all aflutter. Suffering from hysterics. But do n't worry, I will take forethought of you."

"Hysterics ?"I asked, my pelvic arch undulating. I could n't aid it. Her digit felt so wonderful as it rubbed at the top of my pussy.

"Clitoris stimulation is the best way to treat distaff hysterics,"she said."Any doctor could distinguish you about this. convulsion have to be induced. You 'll be intimate cumming."

"Cumming ?"

"Yes."Nurse Paige smiled, still rubbing her finger on my sex."That 's your button I 'm rubbing. Does n't that experience delicious."

I nodded my head. A moan escaped my lips. Such wonderful flutters shot through me. This was courteous. But it also felt so wrong. A woman should n't be touching me between my thighs. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my pelvic arch squirming.

"twist over my desk and I will apply viva voce stimulation."

"Oral ?"

She licked her lips."I found it 's the best way on such a young girl."

She pulled her finger away. They were covered in a juice. I smelled a sweet musk. nurse Satchel Paige brought her finger to her lips and sucked it clean, letting out a sighing,"Mmm, yes."I swallowed and bent over her desk.

I squawked when her paw grasped my buttocks. Her digit dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly smiling was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, perfect lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her rectify hand slid down my rear and between my leg. She rubbed at my downy hair and then at my pussy.

"N-nurse,"I gasped."Why are you ... looking like that ?"

"Like I 'm about to feed on the most delectable cuisine ?"

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my crimp. I groaned at the delight rushing out of my snatch. I squirmed, her fingerbreadth parting me open so her tongue could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the entrance of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my sheepfold again.

It was so wicked. Sinful. I had heard the word gay woman whispered of loose women who engaged in such debauch behavior with each early. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maid 's back talk for wicked pleasure.

And now the nanny used her mouthpiece on me.

A moan escaped my lip as she licked again. So slow. My rosehip shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to bask her touch. But it was impossible. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood tide of sparkling delectation. It tingled through me, bringing more libidinous moan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."nada like the wonderful delight of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly bid it. The best way to relieve a Lester Willis Young cleaning woman 's hysterics and ease up her the waiver she craves."

"Gama ... what ?"I moaned, my nipples rubbing onto the dressed control surface of her desk. It felt so nice. I tried not to rub against them, but I could n't resist.

"Pussy licking, child,"she answered and took another salt lick."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't desire to answer. My impudence burned as my organic structure moved. succus dripped out of my depth and into her hungry oral cavity. A lewd scent filled my nose, a sweet-scented musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her terrific backtalk. Her lingua licked and flicked, caressing all my unholy folds.

"Is n't this the most wicked, wonderful thing you 've felt ?"she asked.

I bit my lip, refusing to draw any more interference. I wish my body would n't betray me, but it loved the lewd sense. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot material body against her licking glossa. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my torso and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharply hurting shot through my derriere to my kitty-cat. I groaned."nanny ?"

"I asked you a question, you little adulteress. Do you love being gamahuched by me."

"Yes,"I answered, ineffectual to protest and not wanting another spanking."I do. Lord forgive me, I do."

"Good,"she moaned between licks."I love stimulating a untried girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such rattling tastes and feels. You are a tasty child. Such sweet innocent. A Virgo the Virgin is always the best to enjoy."

Her countersign were so wicked. Wrong. And somehow that made the joy even better. Her tongue licked all over while her fingerbreadth stroked my second joint and up to my butt. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the wiz adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved lower. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her mouth. Her spit prodded and played with it in a most comforting way. I shuddered as she circled my fiddling nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"Nurse Leroy Robert Paige,"I gasped at the sharp pain which transformed into pleasure.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I surrendered to the bliss. I could n't fight it pleasure swelling inside of me. I shuddered, my fingers scratching at the desk as it grew and grew. I tensed and a sudden care shot through me.

What was about to happen ?

Her every lick of her lingua grew it. It was like a flora and her foreplay the sunshine that it needed. It drank in every wonderful delight. I groaned and ruffle. What would happen when it ripened ?

"nanny Paige, somethings happening."

"Your paroxysm is coming,"she purred."You 're about to have your hysteric cured by a fantastic orgasm."

"climax ?"I gasped.

"Your release. Your cum. Oh, you shall love it. You shall be down here every day complaining of hysteric and wanting my cure."She gave a severe giggle."And I 'll be inclined to give it. Such a pretty twat. And so tasty."

My impending orgasm swelled inside of me. My butt clenched as I groaned through my tooth. I shivered. I was so tight to it ripening. I wanted to find out what would materialise. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a Rush. paroxysm of bliss burst inside of my pussy. The effervescent delight rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysteric were cured by ecstasy I did not recognise was possible to file away. It was glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her glossa licked me and salute the fluids pouring out of my youth sex.

"Nurse Leroy Robert Paige,"I gasped."Oh, yes. Yes. Thank you. Thank you for curing my hysterics."

She took a final lick and then giggled,"You 're receive, kid. Now get dress. Your consistent awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her nerve was flushed and juices smeared her lips and mentum. My sinful succus. She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my smell, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. guilt seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A fantastic, flummox, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrong. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so cognizant of my naked body. The Godhead was wild with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school uniform. On top was a underbodice, but it had no strap or warp to seize the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two petticoat, stockings, my garb, and a pair of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd organic structure. My nipple were still severe and tingled against the soft linen paper of the camisole. It had no arm and only fell a few in past my hindquarters. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to retain them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. last, I pulled on my dress, a gray doll and white blouse that buttoned securely to my neckline. I adjusted my pigtails so the fell about my shoulders and brushed my skirt.

"You look just lovely, child,"she smiled."Tabitha should be waiting to record you to your room. Then you have the day free."

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the room, not wanting to look at the sinful lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bored look on her face that vanished as she rushed over and grab my hands.

"So, did she process you for hysterics ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

"Was n't that the best ? I never felt more relaxed than after her discussion. The way the paroxysm bubbled through me was exhilarating."

"It was sinful,"I gasped.

"Oh, no,"she said."You ca n't say that. It 's not a sin. It 's just helping each former out. fair sex suffer from hysteric. It makes us all aflutter and ineffectual to concentrate. The teachers want us to focus, so we have to be treated frequently."

"I never had hassle focusing with my governess,"I objected.

"But you 're 18 now. Maturing. Things are different. Hysterics only affect mature fair sex. And you do n't want your schooling to suffer, right ?"

I swallowed."I ... but it felt so sinful. Like what we were doing was wrong."

"How was it sinful ?"

"She 's a ..."I lowered my part,"... lesbian."

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a aesculapian treatment. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are health check puppet. Just because it felt wonderful does n't think of it 's a sin. Okay ?"

I bit my lip. I was n't sure any longer."Okay."

"Good."Then she gave me a spry osculation on the backtalk before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a circuit of the schoolhouse. The schoolroom were on the first few floors with the top single devoted to the students dorms. Each base had its own central sitting way with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the early little girl of my floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hair's-breadth falling in plaited braid down her back."A pleasure to adjoin you, young woman Henrietta."She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a polished emphasis and moving with grace.

I sat next to Peony, a tranquillize girl. She did not speak much and tended to save her deal folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, cat valium eyes. quintet had a darker complexion, an almost exotic cast from her foreign heritage. She was from Rock of Gibraltar, sent to school day by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girlfriend, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost unmanageable mane about her reasonably nerve. Darcy had a huge, pink bow keeping her hair back, and Calophyllum longifolium was a curly-haired blonde that had the weakened dimples when she smiled. I did n't catch up with all the early fille epithet, there were thirty on our base alone, scattered at different groupings of love seat and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to paddle young lady when they get out of melodic phrase. Bare bottom and everything,"maria laughed."Imagine that. Right there in presence of the class like some tramp boy at a government school."

"Oh, she does,"geneva said with a nod."I would beware my P 's and Q 's with her and be diligent in your study."

"What does she instruct ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, missy Tabitha."

My new friend blanched."Jehovah defend, but I imagine I 'll be the low gear one whipped. rightfulness there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a ruth I am not in your grade, misfire Tabitha."

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no doubt that would get her in trouble, so I put a hand on her wrist and asked,"Any other instructor who are inclined towards corporate punishment."

"Oh, they all are, Miss Henrietta. They believe in a strict discipline. But misfire Northrop is among the most diligent at handing out correction. I do consider she enjoys the survey of a young lady 's well-pinked bottom."

"You mean ... she enjoys staring at our au naturel rears ?"

"After being well-flogged,"nodded the prefect."There is a certain appealingness about it. And often afterward, the poor lady friend is in need of her hysterics cured. It is the Christian matter to do to spend a penny sure she is well satisfied."

My boldness blushed.

Tabitha leaned over."Like I told you, very keen on helping each other out with that female trouble. I would n't listen Geneva 's lingua stimulating my clitoris."

The bloom deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's company. Sometimes paeony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new way of life to amuse ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to research on the first floor full of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a tangle at the back, and had a unspoiled hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude houri from Greek mythology that decorated the versatile zigs and zags. other fille played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its marchland towards the western purview before we had our chance to play.

We headed in for dinner in the big anteroom, located on the first-class honours degree flooring in the wing opposite of the library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in need of her hysteric cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a mutual round of finger and viva arousal that both scared me and made my stomach aflutter.

"Mmm, I ca n't wait to get to bed,"she purred as she pushed back her plate."I 'm all aflutter. I need to have several wonderful convulsion. And I bet you 're all aflutter."

She placed her hired man on my thigh, rubbing it through the layers of my skirt and petticoat. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her downhearted optic and the way her smile curled the quoin of my lips increased the tingling flutters between my second joint. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so wrong. It had to be. I could n't care this. I let out a squeaking moan and then jumped off the trestle and rushed out of the dining hall. Tabitha shouted behind me, but I ignored her. I could n't face this. It was wrong.

A sin.

I burst out of the side door into the cool air. It was dingy, the whiz rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding Moor, rolling in on the school day atop its Alfred Hawthorne. I darted into the darkness, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hills edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so thick, washing up the hill like waves on the beach.

I needed the assuredness air to calm my body 's heat. What was unseasonable with this school ? instructor who wanted to spank their scholar 's bare bottoms. lady friend eager to cream other young lady 's slit to treat something called hysterics.

It was all mad. It could n't be a material place.

I looked up at the virtuoso, wishing I was back home.

A wiz fell. It blazed shining across the earthly concern, streaking in from the eastern apparent horizon. I gasped, watching it 's progress. It did n't extinguish in a exclusive centre beat like most falling stars, but kept burning. It grew lower and lower, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two whole step back. My feet slipped on the bedewed grass. I fell on my backside, flinching as the genius hurled closer. I could hear the hollering of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A tacky boom exploded overhead. drinking glass rattled back at the manner. A majuscule wind rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my head to watch the star slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant igniter flared. The fog glowed like a yard lamps lit it.

My center hammered as I stood. I made a like and the star fell nearby. It was prosperous. I had to go and collect it, then my wish would come truthful and this strange school would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, fleeceable eyes and breathy whispers of shared delight, no more than nurses bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no to a greater extent whispers of the sapphic perversions shared by early teachers.

It would be normal.

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monition beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her ash gray oculus and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensor with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage write up. The school text appeared in the air, glowing viridity as it displayed organisation status. She scanned the list, many were damaged, a few operational, but one was labeled missing.

The core.

"Oh, no,"she gasped, two of her tentacles rubbing together."Oh, no, that 's not good."

She pressed another clit, bringing up a unlike log. She had to receive the core. It could n't strike into the possession of the primitive who dwelt on this planet. They were not make for that technology. As she read the report, a new alarm blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the natives approached.

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My middle beat as I moved through the blockheaded fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or coat to stave in off the frigid moistness. An oscillating light flared and dyed with a unusual regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was curious. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me feet grew blackened. And then clumps of dirt and stone lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a elevation. The ground grew more and more disturbed until a diminished lip of dirt formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

Only it was n't a bit of rock like I expected, but a oblong sphere, stretched out like an egg. It was made of a silvery metallic element. The light-colored flared from the top of the egg, glowing bright white for a moment then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my heart hammering.

What was this thing ?

This was the British Isles. All manner of faerie and other creatures once dwelt in the hills and dells before the Christians drove them deep into hiding. Was this one of theirs ? Had a fey fallen from the sky and crashed here. Or, perhaps, laid a magical egg.

What should I do ?

A red Light flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My pes shifted on the boundary of the crater. The poop shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of awe as my human foot slipped into the depression, rocks cascading before me. My implements of war pinwheeled in a vain attack to hold on my balance.

Then I pitched head-first into the crater. I gasped as I bounced down the side. I rolled right at a large rock'n'roll jutting out of the volcanic crater floor and—

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Merita gasped as the aboriginal 's head struck a protruding rock'n'roll. The sickening crunch was audible through the skin of the alien 's craft. The ships warning beam, instead of scaring off the native, had caused it to hurt itself. The native spilled onto its back, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

"status,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The native has suffered a large C to her cranium, shattering her skull. In addition, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal corduroy leading to palsy of her total body, including her lungs. She will suffocate in respective minutes."

"Oh, no,"gasped Merita."Bring her in. We have to heal her."

"That is a violation of the treaty of Primitive Species, article 7, Paragraph 93, Section B."

"I do n't worry. nullification. We ca n't let her die. Seeing my craft has already interfered in her life."

"Likelihood of success is slim without bonding, which is in assault of the accord of primitive person metal money, clause 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"Override,"Merita said, staring at the wretched native 's face, her strange, yellow tentacles extending from her head. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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The first thing I realized when I came awake was being naked. The next thing I realized was I was n't alone.

I laid recline on a seat, my question throbbing. brightness flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the magical star egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

Did I hit my nous and fall unconscious ? Where was I ? And who was staring at me ?

The face was a youth girl 's, her straits smooth like an shell, denuded of hair, and her skin purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire body froze. The young woman hovered over me, her body equally raw as mine, her breasts pocket-size mounds, her skin smooth and still very purplish. My eyes descended to her long legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My eye raced as I stared up at the faerie girl. My heart flicked from her tentacles to her silvery eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to bolt out, to scream, to do anything but shiver like an idiot. But I could n't do anything. It was so severely to understand.

She had tentacles and purple tegument and silver eyes.

Magical lighter flashed around us. Green and red and blue. Strange beep and whirls sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the orbicular sharpness around me, where the blinking lights did n't continue it.

"Can you understand me ?"the faerie answered in a melodic voice.

I nodded my head."A-are you ... going to ... spite m-me ?"

"No,"she said and then one of her tentacles caressed my bare stomach.

My eyes widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her nerve beat. It was such a gentle pinch. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the freighter of my breasts.

"I wo n't bruise you,"she answered."I 'm Merita. I hope you can understand me. Your language is so strange."

"I can,"I swallowed as her tentacle wrapped about my small-scale breast. The end curled up to the top and brushed my nipple.

It hardened pinko against her purple and a tingle ran through me.

"What are you doing ?"

"soldering with you,"she answered."It 's the only way for the medical procedure to take hold. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal electric cord, but without bonding with me, they will break dance down. You need me in you."

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her tranquil head then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle acting with my teat. Her back talk brushed mine. So smoothen. She tasted sweet, like beloved. I did n't know what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my mouth. I let her as I lay bolt beneath her. A s tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her soundbox. Our venter pressed together, and I felt her severe pap pressed into my breasts. She kissed me harder, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my nipple, brushing it and stroking it. Every time it did, wonderful quiver rippled out of me. Like with nurse Paige earlier today, my body responded to the touches. The heat swelled in my cunt, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved higher. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my flesh. shudder raced through my body as I moaned into our kiss. I could n't avail it. My lips moved, working against her as the heat swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving in high spirits and higher on my thigh with each stroke, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to pertain me. It was so unknown. The faery must sustain me bewitched. A lust spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my subdivision wrapping about her eubstance. I stroked her smooth back. She was so warm and silky. She sighed into he osculate now as I stroked her spine.

"Yes,"she purred, breaking the kiss as my finger's breadth traced her."Yes, yes. I feared you did not know sex since my CAT scan show you are a virgin."

"scan ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my slit now, the end brush where my inner thigh met my groin. Just so close.

"But you are not afraid. Mmm, stroke lower. I like to be touched ... yes, there."

I stroked her lower backrest, right where the dandy of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my oral cavity severe. I loved it. I sucked on her clapper, my finger circle her lower back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my snatch.

I spasmed. My pap ached against her early appendage. The narrow tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folds. My succus flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clit, sending wonder joy shooting through my soundbox. I heaved beneath her, my pelvic girdle undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to keep me comfortable.

"Oh, you are getting so wet and juicy,"purred Merita."And you taste delicious."

"Taste ?"

"Yes, yes. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your succus. So honeyed. So guiltless. And there is your hymen."

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my hymen, the elastic membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My centre widened. I was about to lose my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome ostler, but to a female fey 's tentacle.

She smiled at me."What a sweet gift you 've given me. What is your name ?"

"Henrietta,"I gasped as the tentacle pressed harder.

My toes curled. I trembled and squirmed. This was really happening. She said my name, speaking it with a purr, and then kissed me. I melted against her, holding her tight as her tentacle torus through my maidenhead and entered me.

It was tenacious and specialise. It wiggled and riffle interior of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet physique. Delightful joy rippled through me. My sheath clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her body writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my allow for second joint. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

"Oh, you are so hot and sweet,"moaned Merita, breaking our candy kiss again."Oh, yes, it is so fantastic to shackle with you."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, squirming beneath her. I pressed my second joint up, savoring the feel of her hot sex smearing up and down on it. Her clit was hard against me. Her silver eyes fluttered."I ... I ... could lick your slit ... and ... and bring around your hysterics."

"make me cum ?"she asked, her eyes widening.

I nodded my head and licked my lips. Her tentacle felt so rattling inside of me. It did n't feel wrong with Merita like it had with nursemaid Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a dream. I had wandered into the world of sprite and put under an enchantment.

So I had nada to feel guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my consistence, still playing with my teat and driving her other tentacle deep into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless pussy. Her sass were a inscrutable purple. juice coated her flesh and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my stomach while her thighs went around my head. Her flowery musk filled my olfactory organ. I breathed in deeply as I squirmed on her tentacle. Her dark-purple clit peeked out of her folds.

I licked it.

"Yes, Henrietta,"gasped the fey. Her tentacle squirmed harder in me. Wonderful joy surged through my dead body."Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her button again, gathering her flowery juice. I loved them. My hands grasped her back, stroking her vertebral column again as I licked up and down her slit. My tongue probed into her delicate congregation. She had a hole, like mine, my knife wiggled in, but no hymen.

She was n't a Virgin. Had she lost her maidenhead to another female fey with tentacles ?

It really did n't matter right now. I pressed my sass into her folds as my snatch clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her early tentacles slithered across my physical structure, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the virtuoso rushing to my pussy.

"So good,"I panted between licks of her pussy.

"Yes,"she purred and then her tongue flicked at my clit.

I gasped. My pussy spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my orgasm growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the fold of her pussy and sucked on her clitoris again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my slit. She grew delirious. She tremble and moaned. The tentacle swelled bigger interior of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My abdomen tensed. I squeezed my heart shut. And then the paroxysm of pleasure burst in my depths. My pussy convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the marvellous waves of pleasance rippled through my body.

They reached my mind, bathing my Mary Jane in delicious exaltation. I sucked so tough on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her member rippled, caressing the spasming bulwark of my pussy, feeding the pleasant-tasting esthesis rippling through me.

I kept cumming as her juices flooded out of her mouth. I tried to drink them down as I shuddered beneath her. I relieved her hysterics, too. She moaned her pleasance about my clit. We both thrashed and groaned. I nibbled harder on her clit.

My pleasure peaked. My judgement bathed in rapture. Her thoughts poured into me.

Such a wonderful girl. Her kitty smell amazing. So juicy. So sweet-smelling. So wondrous. Oh, yes. She 's perfect. She 's the one.

Our idea merged. She echoed through my mind. My finger dug into her back. They sank into her soma. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her body flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her royal flesh melt into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Lord,"I gasped, my heart hammer in fear.

Shh, do n't be afraid. I 'm here. I 'm in you. We 've bonded, Henrietta. We 're one. Shh. Relax.

The flashing lighter and whirling beeps swirled around me. It was too much. The fay was in me. My eyes rolled back in my brain and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...