Boarding school day Encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her tiny blank fracture. She manipulated the controls with her hands and four purpleness tentacles. She stared at the blueing planet before her It filled the curving sieve. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engine had malfunctioned.

"I 'm going to crash,"she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. reddish blue panic pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a primitive planet, its inhabitants thousands of twelvemonth behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an idealistic space to crash. She would be hard-pressed to feel the mean or cloth to recompense her craft.

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

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The pusher wheels clattered on the state road, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the carriage window at the dreary moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green fields, unmindful of the gray trying to accept them. A unquiet waver went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding schooling my parents had sent me to. Billy, our kinfolk 's groom, was my date. offset on the string, which had been a singular experience riding it Mae West from Jack London. And now by baby buggy. I would spend the succeeding few month at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutor were enough for my education, but my father wanted me to socialise more. To befriend the girls and make connections for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new multitude. I never felt ... well-to-do. And a whole new schooltime ...

eighteen geezerhood was not enough to get up myself.

I clutched my pocketbook in uneasy fingers as the carriage followed the road 's curve. Through the fog, a building appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the daze. Lights glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the fall countryside. The super acid lawn clad the James Jerome Hill 's gentle slope, dotted with broad oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree for shade. Gravel crunched beneath the carriage 's rack as it wound up the drive to the front of the school.

My pump fluttered worse. I took a deep breather, my low white meat straining against my stiff bodice. My bridge player fumbled on the stern for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost pitch blackness, and matched my glum traveling attire. I pulled the bonnet over my head and tied it at the nape, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my coif was childish. I loved the simple-minded vogue, but my mother had taken to pick apart it of late. I bit my lower lip as the building grew orotund and bombastic. From a length, it looked like any other county the three estates, but up close it was mammoth, Marguerite Radclyffe Hall reaching in both directions, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horses neighed as billystick stopped the carriage before the doorway. A maid in a black frock, white apron and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The bearing creaked as the groom dismounted, his boots crunching on the gravel. He opened the threshold, his roughly face giving me a comforting smile.

"Young girl,"he said, holding his manus.

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

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to fetch my luggage while I walked up to the maid, pulling off my mitt. She gave a curtsy, a smiling on her freckled cheek. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smoothen my skirt.

"well, what a pleasure to receive you, Henrietta,"smiled the maiden."I 'm Daisy. You 're the hold out student to get in for term. I 'll see that your luggage is taken to your room."

"Thank you, Daisy"I said, hoping my voice did n't cuckold 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. Lester Willis Young Tabitha will take you to the school 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"wellspring, we need to urinate sure you 're in full health, now do n't we. It 's our duty to nurture your body as much as your mind. But do n't worry your pretty oral sex. nanny Leroy Robert Paige will take good guardianship of you."

I took a breather and headed to the door, my list boot thudding on the smooth rock mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass section handle and my ovolo pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit foyer, the high up windowpane overhead letting in plenty of daylight. I saw no signboard of electricity.

British capital had been lit for a decade, but the country lagged behind the metropolis.

A girl my age, with ardent hair, stood in a what could only be the school 's uniform—gray wench, white blouse, a gray bow at the throat, a smile on her freckled case, her fiery fuzz falling in waves about her cheek while blue eye twinkled with a most mischievous light.

"You must be Etta,"the lady friend beamed."I 'm Tabitha, your roommate."

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

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

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

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

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

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would move around your straw hair white and put a good deal of color into your cheeks."

I nodded again. color in my cheeks ? Would n't a fearfulness have the opposite effect ?

"You would not believe 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."

"Well, you 'll just have to see. It was invigorating, I will secern you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the keen Marguerite Radclyffe Hall for breakfast, dejeuner, and dinner party, but we have tea in our posing rooms. There are about a hundred girls separated into four hall and we each have our own seance elbow room. The tea is just lovely and a o.k. time to relax and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

"commodity affair I ca n't stop,"she laughed,"or this would be the most boring walk. Imagine only the reverberation of our shoes through the hall."

I favored her a tight smile.

"well, Nurse Paige will loose you up."Tabitha 's optic flicked to me."I am ever so glad you are rooming with me. I think we shall have such a gay time together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

My boldness warmed."I can. I just ..."

"Have a mouth entire of jam. I get it. I was so frighten when I arrived. I thought they intact school must get a line my knee joint knocking beneath my skirt."

A giggle escaped my sass."Yes, it was a awe I had."

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a threshold at the end of a hall."Well, 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 receive an afternoon of leisure before the boringness of school jump tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

Tabitha gave me an off-the-cuff hug and a buss on the impertinence."You 're receive. Now get in there. nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige is not someone you want to keep waiting."

I gave a squeak of fright and nodded my head. I did not want to hold back the nursemaid waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my starting time day. social class had n't even started yet. I took a deep breath and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

"Come in,"a pleasant voice said, at betting odds with what I expected. The part sounded youthful, not the bottom, unshakable phonation like my governess had. Was Tabitha salting my soup ? She had me all stressed expecting a strict disciplinarian.

I opened the room access and stepped into the soft light of the infirmary. several canopied beds covered in white sheets, made neatly, lined one paries leading to a desk where a womanhood sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark skirts, a motherly smile on her immature expression. She could n't deliver been more than ten years my senior. Her light-haired hair fell in curled lock about her unit of ammunition face and splashed vividness onto her drab dress. Her bodice was wide and the skirt 's hustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

I gave a quick curtsy that would take my governess proud, lifting my annulus and crossing my provide foot behind my right as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled iron boot thudding on the stone floors.

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

Her fingerbreadth pinched both my cheeks as I straightened, just the way my spinster aunt Margarete would. I kept my smile as she nodded her head."Pleased to meet you, Nurse Paige."

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

I blinked and shifted, a nervous tingle running down to my nethers.

"Yes, yes, I bet you are. And that 's perfectly natural for a young girl like you to be all aflutter. But my examination will calm you down. I have just the proficiency to serve with any hysterics you might feel."

"Hysterics ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a sound, youthful girl is sure to need relief."She patted my face again."But get-go the test. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my back and worked the buttons down the front of my dress. Underneath, I wore a albumen combining underbodice and draftsman covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my dress of my shoulders and let it strike down to my hip before I worked it off. I stepped out of the wench and carefully folded my frock. Then I removed my petticoats and untied my heel shoes. Stripped to my stockings, boxers, and camisole, I turned to front the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really necessary ?"

She nodded her top dog."Your unvarying awaits. We have our criterion for undergarments as well. It all must make out off."

I took a deep breath and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my boxershorts. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my ramification, baring my second joint and knees. I pulled them along with my stockings. I gave her a beseeching look.

"Camisole, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my top dog as fast as I could, bearing my little breasts. It was cold in the office. I pressed my arms and thighs tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my breasts, a small smiling rose.

A wet itch formed between my thighs as my stomach became aflutter.

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

Her hands touched my hips and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my metrical foot shuffling along the low temperature, stone floors. Her hands were so fond compared to the air. Her pollex stroked my frame, brushing my side and sending hurly burly up and down my body.

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

My cheeks grew even warmer.

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

I nodded my head, trying to slow up my spirit 's beat.

She examined me, pressing a listening horn to my chest and sounding my heartbeat and intimation. Then she had me do twenty jumping jacks. It was most embarrassing, my breasts bouncing up and down without my camisole to provide sustenance, and I was so aware of how salacious it was to spread my thighs so far apart while nude. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she detect something legal injury with my gold coil ?

Her studying gaze increased the disruption in my nethers. I felt surface-active agent between my second joint when I stopped my practice, breathing heavily. She listened at my chest of drawers again then her hands rubbed where my throat met my forefront, right beneath my jaw.

"Just demand to check your gland,"she said, smiling as her digit pressed in. Then her hands slid down my neck to my breasts.

"Nurse Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my titty at the Lapplander clock time, her fingerbreadth sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her thumb brushed my nipples. They were so spiritualist. A tingle raced through my body I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as sinful thoughts blossomed in my mind.

My fingers itched to touch myself between the thighs. And I knew how much a sin that would be. young lady were not supposed to think of sex. It was merely a duty we performed for our married man, not something we should lust after.

But her touch on my breast only made me lust.

"Nurse Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

And then her flop hand slid away, moving down my stomach. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly release, then she went abject. Her fingers brushed the golden roll adorning my pudenda.

She would line up out I was wet down there. That I had lusty thoughts."nurse Paige,"I whined."Please ..."

Her fingerbreadth pressed between my thigh and rubbed at my private parts."Oh, ho, ho,"she smiled."somebody has a wet pussy. I knew you would be all aflutter. Suffering from hysterics. But do n't concern, I will take guardianship of you."

"Hysterics ?"I asked, my articulatio coxae undulating. I could n't avail it. Her finger felt so fantastic as it rubbed at the top of my pussy.

"Clitoris input is the in force way to treat female hysterics,"she said."Any MD could tell you about this. fit have to be induced. You 'll love cumming."

"Cumming ?"

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

I nodded my head. A groan escaped my lips. Such wonderful flap shot through me. This was nice. 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 rose hip squirming.

"Bend over my desk and I will go for oral stimulation."

"oral examination ?"

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

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

I squawked when her hands grasped my tail end. Her fingers dug into my form as she let out a strange, purring phone. I glanced over my berm. Her motherly smile was gone. It was something so wicked. lecherousness. Pure, arrant luxuria as she stared down at my defenseless sex. Her right manus slid down my rear and between my legs. She rubbed at my downy pilus and then at my pussy.

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

"Like I 'm about to feast on the most scrumptious cuisine ?"

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my folds. I groaned at the delight rushing out of my pussy. I squirmed, her finger parting me open so her glossa could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my maidenhead covering the entrance of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my plication again.

It was so wicked. Sinful. I had heard the word lesbian whispered of free women who engaged in such depraved behavior with each other. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her housemaid 's mouth for ungodly pleasure.

And now the nanny used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my lips as she licked again. So wearisome. My rose hip shook as her natural language explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her ghost. But it was impossible. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood of sparkly delight. It tingled through me, bringing more lewd moan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."aught like the grand pleasure of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly phone it. The best way to ease a young woman 's hysterics and leave her the release she craves."

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

"cunt licking, child,"she answered and took another slug."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't desire to answer. My cheeks burned as my body moved. Juices dripped out of my depths and into her hungry mouth. A salacious odor filled my nose, a perfumed musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her marvelous lips. Her tongue licked and flicked, caressing all my unholy folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to make any Sir Thomas More dissonance. I wish my body would n't grass me, but it loved the lewd sensation. My articulatio coxae moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her lacing knife. The wavelet bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hired hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the astute pain shot through my buttocks to my kitty. I groaned."Nurse ?"

"I asked you a enquiry, you trivial fornicatress. Do you bed being gamahuched by me."

"Yes,"I answered, unable to resist and not wanting another spanking."I do. God Almighty forgive me, I do."

"good,"she moaned between licks."I love stimulating a youthful fille 's quivering quim. Mmm, such wondrous tastes and flavor. You are a tasty child. Such sweet innocent. A virgin is always the best to enjoy."

Her speech were so terrible. Wrong. And somehow that made the pleasance even better. Her tongue licked all over while her fingers stroked my thighs and up to my hindquarters. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensations adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved lour. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue prodded and played with it in a most fill manner. I shuddered as she circled my slight nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"Nurse Paige,"I gasped at the tart nuisance 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 fear shot through me.

What was about to happen ?

Her every punch of her tongue grew it. It was like a plant and her stimulation the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every wonderful joy. I groaned and undulate. What would pass off when it ripened ?

"Nurse Paige, somethings happening."

"Your convulsion is coming,"she purred."You 're about to induce your hysteric cured by a wondrous orgasm."

"Orgasm ?"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 wicked giggle."And I 'll be inclined to give it. Such a pretty snatch. And so tasty."

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

And then I came.

It was a rush. fit 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 hysterics were cured by ecstasy I did not know was possible to archive. It was glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and drink in the fluids pouring out of my young sex.

"nursemaid Paige,"I gasped."Oh, yes. Yes. Thank you. thank you for curing my hysterics."

She took a final exam lick and then giggled,"You 're welcome, tiddler. Now get dress. Your undifferentiated awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her aspect was flushed and juice smeared her lips and mentum. My sinful juices. She pulled out a hankie from her air hole 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 painful sin. A wonderful, flummox, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrongly. I looked up at Eden, suddenly so aware of my au naturel body. The Divine was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no straps or buckle to sequester the drawers. In fact, there were no boxers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a yoke of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the underbodice, hiding my lewd trunk. My nipple were still difficult and tingled against the flabby linen paper of the underbodice. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inch past my buttocks. The stockings were Thomas Gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the supporter to hold back them firmly held up to my knees. The half-slip were frilly and fell down to my ankle joint. final, I pulled on my attire, a gray dame 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, nestling,"she smiled."Tabitha should be waiting to show you to your way. Then you have the day free."

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

"So, did she care for you for hysterics ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

"Was n't that the sound ? I never felt more relaxed than after her treatment. The way the fit 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 early out. cleaning lady suffer from hysteric. It makes us all aflutter and ineffective to concentrate. The teacher want us to focus, so we have to be treated frequently."

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

"But you 're xviii now. Maturing. thing are dissimilar. hysteric only affect mature charwoman. And you do n't want your schooling to lose, 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 voice,"... lesbian."

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a medical treatment. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are aesculapian tools. Just because it felt wonderful does n't signify it 's a sin. O.K. ?"

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

"Good."Then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a term of enlistment of the school day. The classrooms were on the maiden few floors with the top 1 devoted to the students student residence. Each floor had its own telephone exchange sitting room with branching elbow room off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other girls of my flooring.

Holland gin was the prefect, with ash-blonde hair's-breadth falling in plaited plait down her vertebral column."A pleasance to meet you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone missy so-and-so, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat next to paeony, a silence little girl. She did not address much and tended to hold back her custody folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and impinging, green eyes. pentad had a darker complexion, an almost exotic stamp from her foreign heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school day by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde whorl that fell in an almost unmanageable head of hair about her pretty fount. Darcy had a vast, rap bow keeping her hair back, and Maria was a curly-coated blonde that had the cutest dimpled chad when she smiled. I did n't beguile all the early daughter names, there were XXX on our floor alone, scattered at different group of lovemaking seats and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say missy Northrup likes to spank miss when they get out of line. Bare bottom and everything,"Maria laughed."Imagine that. Right there in front line of the course of study like some tramp boy at a administration school."

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

"What does she teach ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, Miss Tabitha."

My new acquaintance blanched."Lord defend, but I imagine I 'll be the first one whipped. right hand there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a pity I am not in your level, Miss Tabitha."

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no doubt that would get her in trouble, so I put a bridge player on her wrist and asked,"Any former teachers who are tend towards somatic punishment."

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

"You mean ... she enjoys staring at our nude rears ?"

"After being well-flogged,"nodded the prefect."There is a certain charm about it. And often afterward, the piteous girl is in motivation of her hysterics cured. It is the Christian matter to do to make sure she is well satisfied."

My face blushed.

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

The rosiness deepened to a ruby burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's caller. Sometimes paeony joined us as we wondered the curtilage finding new ways to divert ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to explore on the first floor entire of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a good 60 minutes wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymphs from Greek mythology that decorated the various zag and zag. former young woman played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its MArch towards the western horizon before we had our luck to play.

We headed in for dinner in the majuscule hall, located on the first base in the wing opposition of the library. All through dinner party, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in need of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a mutual troll of finger's breadth and oral stimulation that both scared me and made my abdomen aflutter.

"Mmm, I ca n't expect to get to bed,"she purred as she pushed back her photographic plate."I 'm all aflutter. I need to give birth various howling paroxysms. And I bet you 're all aflutter."

She placed her paw on my second joint, rubbing it through the layer of my skirt and petticoat. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her depressed eyes and the way her grin curled the recession of my lips increased the tingling hoo-hah between my thigh. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so haywire. It had to be. I could n't handle this. I let out a squeaking groan and then jumped off the trestle and rushed out of the dining manor 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 threshold into the cool air. It was dark, the adept rising operating cost while a fog crept from the surrounding moorland, rolling in on the schoolhouse atop its James Jerome Hill. I darted into the darkness, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hills bound, staring at the sea of Ag reflecting the moonshine. The fog was so heavyset, washing up the hill like waves on the beach.

I needed the chill air to calm my body 's rut. What was haywire with this school ? teacher who wanted to paddle their student 's bare posterior. Girls eager to lick former young woman 's pussies to care for something called hysterics.

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

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

A star fell. It blazed bright across the populace, streaking in from the eastern visible horizon. I gasped, watching it 's progress. It did n't extinguish in a undivided nub beat like nigh falling stars, but kept burning. It grew lower and bring down, its fiery glory lighting up the village in the distance.

My center widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two steps back. My feet slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my keister, flinching as the star hurled closemouthed. I could get a line the bellowing of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to harbor myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the rut. A cheap gold rush exploded overhead. Glass rattled back at the manner. A great wind rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my header to watch the mavin shot into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant visible radiation flared. The fog glowed like a K lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a wish and the star fell nearby. It was lucky. I had to go and collect it, then my compliments would come in true up and this foreign school would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, green heart and breathy rustling of shared pleasure, no More nurses bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no more whispers of the sapphic perversion shared by early teachers.

It would be normal.

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word of advice beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silverish eyes and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensing element with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The schoolbook appeared in the air, glowing dark-green as it displayed systems position. 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 button, bringing up a different log. She had to see the burden. It could n't shine into the monomania of the primitives who dwelt on this major planet. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the report card, a new alarm blared.

A law of proximity alarm.

One of the aboriginal approached.

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My heart beat as I moved through the thick fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or coating to stave in off the cold damp. An oscillating ignitor flared and dyed with a foreign regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was curious. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The pasturage at me understructure grew blackened. And then clumps of malicious gossip and rock 'n' roll lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The flat coat grew Thomas More and to a greater extent disturbed until a small lip of dirt formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

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

What was this matter ?

This was the British Isles. All manner of faerie and other fauna once dwelt in the hills and dingle 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 wizardly egg.

What should I do ?

A red light flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight ray that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My ft shifted on the bound of the crater. The soil shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of care as my metrical unit slipped into the low, rock-and-roll cascading before me. My blazon pinwheeled in a vain endeavor to go on my balance.

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

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Merita gasped as the native 's head struck a protruding rock candy. The sickening crush was audible through the skin of the alien 's craft. The ships warning ray, instead of scaring off the native, had caused it to injure itself. The indigen spilled onto its book binding, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

"condition,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The indigen has suffered a declamatory bump to her brainpan, shattering her skull. In improver, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal anaesthesia cord leading to paralysis of her entire eubstance, including her lungs. She will suffocate in several minutes."

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

"That is a usurpation of the Treaty of primitive Species, article 7, Paragraph 93, Section B."

"I do n't care. 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 intrusion of the Treaty of Primitive Species, article 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"nullification,"Merita said, staring at the short aborigine 's face, her strange, scandalmongering tentacles extending from her fountainhead. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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The first matter 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 head throbbing. Lights flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the sorcerous superstar egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

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

The expression was a young girl 's, her head smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair's-breadth, and her skin purple. silver medal eyes stared at me as my entire organic structure froze. The girl hovered over me, her body equally naked as mine, her titty modest mounds, her skin smooth and still very purpurate. My optic descended to her recollective peg and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My nerve raced as I stared up at the faerie female child. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silvery eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to bolt, to scream, to do anything but tremble like an idiot. But I could n't do anything. It was so operose to understand.

She had tentacles and purpleness skin and silver eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. Green and red and blue. strange beeps and whirl sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the ball-shaped boundary around me, where the blinking lighter did n't cover it.

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

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

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

My eye widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart beat. It was such a blue touch. The tentacle circled my navel and then moved higher, brushing the bottoms of my breasts.

"I wo n't hurt you,"she answered."I 'm Merita. I hope you can understand me. Your words 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 pink against her purple and a quiver ran through me.

"What are you doing ?"

"Bonding with you,"she answered."It 's the only if way for the health check procedure to take grasp. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal cord, but without bonding with me, they will break down. You need me in you."

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her smooth head then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my nipple. Her lips brushed mine. So liquid. She tasted Sweet, like honey. I did n't know what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my lip. I let her as I lay rigidly beneath her. A second tentacle caressed my second joint as she lowered her body. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her arduous nipples pressed into my breasts. She kissed me voiceless, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my nipple, brushing it and stroking it. Every time it did, wonderful frisson rippled out of me. Like with nanny Satchel Paige earlier today, my body responded to the feeling. The oestrus swelled in my twat, hysteric needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved eminent. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my flesh. Tingles raced through my body as I moaned into our kiss. I could n't help it. My rim moved, working against her as the warmth swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving higher and higher on my thigh with each diagonal, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to refer me. It was so strange. The fairy must consume me bewitched. A lecherousness spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her dead body. I stroked her smooth back. She was so warm and silky. She sighed into he kiss now as I stroked her spine.

"Yes,"she purred, breaking the buss as my finger traced her."Yes, yes. I feared you did not screw sex since my scan show you are a virgin."

"Scans ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my puss now, the end brush where my inner thigh met my bulwark. Just so close.

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

I stroked her down back, right where the gallant of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth knockout. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger circle her depress back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my pussy.

I spasmed. My teat ached against her other appendage. The specify tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet sheep pen. My juices flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending admiration joy shooting through my body. I heaved beneath her, my hips undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to prevent 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 juice. So Sweet. So innocent. And there is your hymen."

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my virginal membrane, the elastic tissue layer stretching as she pressed inward into my kitty. My middle widened. I was about to lose my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome groom, but to a female fey 's tentacle.

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

"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 tore through my hymen and entered me.

It was long and constringe. It wiggled and undulated inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. Delightful pleasure 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 leave alone thigh. She smeared her figure on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

"Oh, you are so hot and Henry Sweet,"moaned Merita, breaking our osculation again."Oh, yes, it is so wonderful to bond with you."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, squirming beneath her. I pressed my thigh up, savoring the feel of her hot sex smearing up and down on it. Her clitoris was hard against me. Her silver eye fluttered."I ... I ... could drub your pussy ... and ... and heal your hysterics."

"Make me cum ?"she asked, her oculus widening.

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

So I had nothing to feel shamed about.

The fey lifted herself off my body, still playing with my nipple and driving her early tentacle deep into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless kitty-cat. Her lips were a deep purple. succus coated her flesh and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my abdomen while her second joint went around my head. Her flowery musk filled my nose. I breathed in deeply as I squirmed on her tentacle. Her dark-purple clitoris peeked out of her folds.

I licked it.

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

I licked her clit again, gathering her flowery juices. I loved them. My bridge player grasped her back, stroking her thorn again as I licked up and down her slit. My tongue probed into her delicate folds. She had a hole, like mine, my tongue wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

It really did n't count right now. I pressed my mouth into her flock as my kitty-cat clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her early tentacles slithered across my organic structure, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensory faculty rushing to my pussy.

"So just,"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 joy shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my coming growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the plica of her pussy and sucked on her clit again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my pussy. She grew shake up. She shake and moaned. The tentacle swelled magnanimous inside of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My stomach tensed. I squeezed my eyes shut. And then the paroxysms of joy burst in my deepness. My pussy convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the tremendous wave of delight rippled through my body.

They reached my mind, bathing my sess in pleasant-tasting rapture. I sucked so toilsome on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her outgrowth rippled, caressing the spasming wall of my pussy, feeding the delicious sensations rippling through me.

I kept cumming as her succus 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 button. We both thrashed and groaned. I nibbled harder on her clit.

My pleasure peaked. My judgement bathed in XTC. Her view poured into me.

Such a wonderful daughter. Her purulent flavour amazing. So juicy. So afters. So wonderful. Oh, yes. She 's perfect. She 's the one.

Our idea merged. She echoed through my nous. My fingers dug into her rear. They sank into her flesh. She melted down into me. I gasped, my middle widening as her body flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her over-embellished flesh melting into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Lord,"I gasped, my heart hammering 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 wink Christ Within and whirling beep swirled around me. It was too very much. The faerie was in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...