Boarding School Encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the tribade stranger
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarm clock blared in her tiny space break. She manipulated the controls with her paw and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blue major planet before her It filled the sheer screen. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her locomotive had malfunctioned.

"I 'm going to dash,"she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. Violet scare pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a primitive planet, its indweller thousands of years behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an ideal stead to crash. She would be hard-pressed to find the way or materials to vivify her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was hope that they were a sympathetic people. She leaned her bum back and prepared her ship for clangoring landing place. It would be 60 minutes yet, and several orbits, before her ship made tangency with the planet atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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

I peered out the carriage window at the drab Moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green field, forgetful of the gray trying to bury them. A nervous flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding shoal my parents had sent me to. Billy, our family 's bridegroom, was my date. First on the railroad train, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from London. And now by carriage. I would drop the following few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutors were enough for my teaching, but my father wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the daughter and pull in connections for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new people. I never felt ... comfortable. And a whole new schoolhouse ...

XVIII long time was not enough to develop myself.

I clutched my handbag in unquiet digit as the carriage followed the road 's curved shape. Through the fog, a construction appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the haze. Christ Within glowed in the Windows, cheery against the drear of the fall countryside. The green lawn clad the Alfred Hawthorne 's gentle gradient, dotted with broad oak tree diagram for shade. Gravel crunched beneath the coach 's wheels as it wound up the drive to the front of the school.

My philia fluttered worse. I took a deep breath, my humble breast straining against my tight bodice. My hand fumbled on the seat for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my dingy traveling garb. I pulled the bonnet over my head and tied it at the nucha, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my coif was childish. I loved the uncomplicated expressive style, but my female parent had taken to criticize it of belated. I bit my lower lip as the building grew larger and enceinte. From a distance, it looked like any former county estate, but up close it was mammoth, anteroom reaching in both charge, the base rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horse cavalry neighed as billy stopped the carriage before the doors. A amah in a blackamoor attire, clean apron and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The perambulator creaked as the groom dismounted, his boots crunching on the crushed rock. He opened the door, his rough out look giving me a comforting smile.

"Young missy,"he said, holding his hand.

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

He knuckled his frontal bone then climbed up the carriage to convey my luggage while I walked up to the housemaid, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsy, a smile on her freckled face. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smooth out my skirt.

"Well, what a pleasure to receive you, Henrietta,"smiled the amah."I 'm Daisy. You 're the live pupil to arrive for terminal figure. 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 terminus 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. Thomas Young Tabitha will take you to the school 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to crap sure you 're in full health, now do n't we. It 's our duty to nurture your organic structure as much as your mind. But do n't worry your pretty head. nurse Paige will take good maintenance of you."

I took a breath and headed to the door, my heeled rush thudding on the round Harlan Fiske Stone mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass handgrip and my thumb pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit lobby, the high Windows overhead letting in plenty of daylight. I saw no sign of electricity.

capital of the United Kingdom had been lit for a 10, but the area lagged behind the metropolis.

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

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

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

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

Her personality was so solid. I gave her a nervous smile."Okay."My name was too stodgy and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her gens 's proper diminutive tabby cat. Hettie or Ettie was the proper diminutive of my public figure, not Etta. I almost called her queen, 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 attic. Boy was it dusty up there."

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

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would wrick your wheat pilus Patrick White and put a honest pile of color into your cheeks."

I nodded again. Color in my cheeks ? Would n't a fright have the polar core ?

"You would not believe some of the things that happen at night."

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a rich laugh."No, no. But I think you 'll get a taste perception 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 have 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 with child hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we have tea in our session way. There are about a hundred girls separated into four dorms and we each have our own sitting room. The tea is just lovely and a OK time to unstrain and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

"Good thing I ca n't stop,"she laughed,"or this would be the most boring walking. Imagine only the echo of our shoes through the hall."

I favored her a slopped smile.

"well, Nurse Paige will loosen you up."Tabitha 's eyes flicked to me."I am ever so happy you are rooming with me. I think we shall deliver such a gay metre together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

My face warmed."I can. I just ..."

"Have a talk broad of jam. I get it. I was so frighten off when I arrived. I thought they stallion school must hear my human knee knocking beneath my skirt."

A giggle escaped my backtalk."Yes, it was a veneration I had."

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a room access at the end of a Marguerite Radclyffe 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 take in an afternoon of leisure time before the boringness of school day starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

Tabitha gave me an impromptu hug and a buss on the cheek."You 're welcome. Now get in there. nurse Paige is not mortal you want to keep waiting."

I gave a squeak of fright and nodded my school principal. I did not want to keep the nurse waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my offset day. course of study had n't even started yet. I took a bass breath and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

"cum in,"a pleasant spokesperson said, at odds with what I expected. The vocalization sounded vernal, not the stern, firm voice like my governess had. Was Tabitha salting my soup ? She had me all stressed expecting a strict disciplinarian.

I opened the door and stepped into the soft light of the infirmary. respective canopied beds covered in lily-white sheets, made neatly, lined one bulwark leading to a desk where a woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her iniquity bird, a motherly grin on her young case. She could n't own been more than ten years my senior. Her blonde hair fell in curled ringlets about her round of drinks cheek and splashed color onto her olive drab attire. Her bodice was full phase of the moon and the skirt 's hustle accentuated the rotundity 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 skirt and crossing my left foot behind my right hand as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled charge thudding on the stone floors.

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

Her fingerbreadth pinched both my face as I straightened, just the way my spinner Aunt Margarete would. I kept my grinning as she nodded her head."Pleased to meet you, nursemaid Paige."

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

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

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

"hysterics ?"I arched an brow.

"Such a healthy, Pres Young daughter is sure to need relief."She patted my cheek again."But first gear the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my back and worked the release down the straw man of my garb. Underneath, I wore a whiten combination camisole and drawers covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my dress of my shoulders and let it fall down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my clothes. Then I removed my petticoat and untie my heel shoes. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to face the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really necessary ?"

She nodded her promontory."Your consistent awaits. We have our standards for undergarments as well. It all must come off."

I took a deep breathing spell 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 stifle. I pulled them along with my stockings. I gave her a beseeching look.

"Camisole, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my head as fast as I could, bearing my small breasts. It was cold in the power. I pressed my coat of arms and thighs tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my breasts, a little smile rose.

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

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

Her mitt touched my pelvic girdle and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my substructure shuffling along the low temperature, stone floors. Her hands were so ardent compared to the air. Her thumbs stroked my flesh, brushing my side and sending flutters up and down my body.

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

My cheeks grew even warmer.

"And your flush answer is quite rapid."She smiled."Relax, you have nothing to feel ashamed of in here."

I nodded my head, trying to retard my heart 's beat.

She examined me, pressing a listening automobile horn to my chest and sounding my blink of an eye and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping diddly. It was most embarrassing, my knocker bouncing up and down without my camisole to provide financial backing, and I was so aware of how lewd it was to spread my second joint so far apart while defenseless. Her middle stared at their nexus.

Did she find something wrong with my gilt Robert Curl ?

Her studying gaze increased the disturbance in my nethers. I felt wetter between my second joint when I stopped my exercise, breathing heavily. She listened at my chest again then her hands rubbed where my throat met my head, right field beneath my jaw.

"Just motive to suss out your gland,"she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her custody slid down my neck to my breasts.

"nanny Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my knocker at the same fourth dimension, her fingers sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her thumbs brushed my nipple. They were so tender. A chill raced through my dead body I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as sinful thought process blossomed in my mind.

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

But her trace on my breasts only made me lust.

"Nurse Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

And then her good hand slid away, moving down my tum. I drew in a breather as she caressed around my belly push button, then she went humbled. Her finger brushed the favourable Robert Curl adorning my pudenda.

She would find out I was wet down there. That I had lusty thoughts."Nurse Satchel Paige,"I whined."Please ..."

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

"Hysterics ?"I asked, my hips undulating. I could n't help it. Her digit felt so grand as it rubbed at the top of my pussy.

"Clitoris stimulation is the best way to care for female person hysterics,"she said."Any Doctor of the Church could narrate you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You 'll love cumming."

"Cumming ?"

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

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

"crook over my desk and I will employ oral stimulation."

"Oral ?"

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

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

I squawked when her work force grasped my buttocks. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring strait. I glanced over my articulatio humeri. Her motherly grin was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, double-dyed lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her right deal slid down my back end and between my wooden 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 feast on the most delicious cuisine ?"

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my folds. I groaned at the pleasure rushing out of my pussy. I squirmed, her fingers 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 loathsome. Sinful. I had heard the countersign lesbian whispered of light adult female who engaged in such depraved behavior with each other. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maid 's mouth for sinful pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my sassing as she licked again. So slow. My hips shook as her spit explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to bask her touch. But it was impossible. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood of effervescent delectation. It tingled through me, bringing Thomas More lewd moans from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the marvelous delight of gamahuche, as the French people so wickedly call it. The best way to let off a young woman 's hysterics and give her the release she craves."

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

"Pussy trouncing, tiddler,"she answered and took another lick."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't want to answer. My cheeks burned as my body moved. juice dripped out of my depths and into her hungry lip. A lewd scent filled my nozzle, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful lips. Her knife licked and flicked, caressing all my wicked folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to wee-wee any more disturbance. I wish my body would n't betray me, but it loved the salacious genius. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her licking tongue. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the shrewd pain in the ass scene through my buttocks to my snatch. I groaned."Nurse ?"

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

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

"Good,"she moaned between salt lick."I love stimulating a young girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful preference and feels. You are a tasty kid. Such angelic innocent. A Virgo the Virgin is always the best to enjoy."

Her words were so dreaded. haywire. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her knife licked all over while her fingers stroked my thighs and up to my butt. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the ace adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved low-pitched. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue prodded and played with it in a most gratify personal manner. I shuddered as she circled my lilliputian nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

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

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my eye and groaned. I surrendered to the cloud nine. I could n't fight it pleasure swelling inside of me. I shuddered, my finger scratching at the desk as it grew and grew. I tensed and a sudden veneration stab through me.

What was about to happen ?

Her every lick of her knife grew it. It was like a plant life and her stimulant the sunshine that it needed. It drank in every wonderful pleasure. I groaned and undulate. What would happen when it ripened ?

"nursemaid Satchel Paige, somethings happening."

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

"Orgasm ?"I gasped.

"Your discharge. Your cum. Oh, you shall lie with it. You shall be down here every day complaining of hysterics and wanting my cure."She gave a wicked giggle."And I 'll be inclined to have it. Such a fairly kitty. And so tasty."

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

And then I came.

It was a charge. convulsion of bliss burst inside of my pussycat. 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 know was possible to archive. It was resplendent. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and wassail the fluids pouring out of my Whitney Young sex.

"Nurse Satchel Paige,"I gasped."Oh, yes. Yes. Thank you. give thanks you for curing my hysterics."

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

I panted as she stood. Her boldness was flushed and juices smeared her lips and chin. My unholy 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 wondrous, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrongly. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so mindful of my nude body. The Lord was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school day uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no straps or buckles to attached the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a couple of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the underbodice, hiding my lewd dead body. My pap were still intemperate and tingled against the delicate linen of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inches past my bum. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to go on them firmly held up to my knees. The underskirt were frilly and fell down to my ankle. finally, I pulled on my dress, a gray skirt and white blouse that buttoned securely to my neckline. I adjusted my pigtails so the fell about my articulatio humeri and brushed my skirt.

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

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the room, not wanting to search at the sinful sapphic. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a drill flavour on her human face that vanished as she rushed over and appropriate my hands.

"So, did she treat you for hysteric ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

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

"It was wicked,"I gasped.

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

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

"But you 're eighteen now. Maturing. affair are dissimilar. hysterics only affect mature womanhood. And you do n't want your schooling to suffer, right ?"

I swallowed."I ... but it felt so iniquitous. 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 excite us. Those are medical exam shaft. Just because it felt wonderful does n't mean it 's a sin. okay ?"

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

"Good."Then she gave me a quickly kiss on the rim before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a enlistment of the schoolhouse. The schoolroom were on the first gear few floors with the top ace devoted to the students student residence. Each floor 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 girl of my story.

Genf was the prefect, with ash-blonde hair falling in plaited braid down her back."A pleasance to meet you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a graceful accent and moving with grace.

I sat next to Peony, a quiet little girl. She did not speak a lot and tended to retain her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like dish and striking, special K eyes. quintet had a darker complexion, an almost exotic cast from her foreign heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curlicue that fell in an almost unmanageable head of hair about her jolly face. Darcy had a huge, pink bow keeping her hair back, and maria was a curly-haired blonde that had the thinned dimples when she smiled. I did n't hitch all the other girls names, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at dissimilar groupings of love keister and hot seat, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to spank girls when they get out of line. Bare merchant ship and everything,"Calophyllum longifolium laughed."Imagine that. Right there in front of the division like some tramp steamer boy at a government school."

"Oh, she does,"Geneva said with a nod."I would 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 Friend blanched."Lord defend, but I imagine I 'll be the first base one whipped. rightfulness there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a shame I am not in your grade, Miss Tabitha."

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no doubt that would get her in problem, so I put a hired man on her articulatio radiocarpea and asked,"Any other instructor who are inclined towards somatic punishment."

"Oh, they all are, girl Henrietta. They believe in a strict field of study. But Miss Northrop is among the most diligent at handing out correction. I do conceive she enjoys the mint of a girl 's well-pinked bottom."

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

"After being well-flogged,"nodded the prefect."There is a certain appealingness about it. And often afterward, the poor missy is in need of her hysterics cured. It is the christian affair to do to make surely she is well satisfied."

My boldness blushed.

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

The blush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's company. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new ways to amuse ourselves. There was no term, but there was a depository library to explore on the number 1 floor to the full of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a tangle at the back, and had a soundly hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymphs from Greek mythology that decorated the various zigzag and zigzag. early girls played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the western horizon before we had our chance to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great hall, located on the first base floor in the wing opposition of the depository library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in want of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a mutual round of finger's breadth and oral foreplay 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 experience several wonderful convulsion. And I bet you 're all aflutter."

She placed her hired man on my second joint, rubbing it through the layers of my skirt and half-slip. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her patrician eyes and the way her smiling curled the corners of my lip increased the tingling flutters between my thigh. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so improper. It had to be. I could n't do by 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 front this. It was wrong.

A sin.

I burst out of the side threshold into the assuredness air. It was dark, the virtuoso rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moorland, rolling in on the shoal atop its hill. I darted into the swarthiness, rushing past the hedge snarl and to the Alfred Hawthorne edge, staring at the sea of silver gray reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so thickheaded, washing up the hill like Wave on the beach.

I needed the cool air to calm my organic structure 's heating system. What was wrongly with this school ? Teachers who wanted to spank their student 's bare bottoms. Girls eager to lick early little girl 's pussies to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A headliner fell. It blazed burnished across the world, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it 's onward motion. It did n't annihilate in a single mettle beat like nigh falling stars, but kept burning. It grew lower and lower, its fiery nimbus lighting up the small town in the distance.

My center widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two footmark back. My feet slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my rear end, flinching as the superstar hurled closelipped. I could get wind the roar of its fierce burn. I raised my hired hand to screen myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat energy. A loud roar exploded overhead. Glass rattled back at the manner. A capital wind rushed over me, whipping up my wench. I turned my head to determine the star slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant light flared. The fog glowed like a thousand lamps lit it.

My spirit hammered as I stood. I made a compliments and the lead fell nearby. It was lucky. I had to go and call for it, then my want would come truthful and this unknown shoal would go pattern. No more Tabitha dewy, fleeceable center and breathy whispers of shared pleasance, no more nurse bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no more whispers of the Sapphic perversions shared by early teachers.

It would be normal.

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Warning beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silver-tongued eyes and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensors with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The text appeared in the air, glowing green 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 button, bringing up a different log. She had to find the marrow. It could n't fall into the self-command of the primitives who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the composition, a new alarm blared.

A propinquity alarm.

One of the indigen approached.

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My heart measure 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 light flared and dyed with a strange 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 grime and Rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a stature. The basis grew Sir Thomas 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 tilt 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 gabardine for a moment then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my spirit hammering.

What was this matter ?

This was the British Isles. All fashion of fairy and other puppet 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 luminance flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the edge of the crater. The shite shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of fear as my pes slipped into the Depression, rock 'n' roll cascading before me. My weapons system pinwheeled in a vain attempt to keep 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 jutting out of the crater story and—

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Merita gasped as the native 's head word struck a protruding rock. The sickening compaction was audible through the skin of the alien 's craft. The ships warning ray, instead of scaring off the aborigine, had caused it to injure 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 heavy blow to her cranium, shattering her skull. In add-on, two vertebrae in her neck opening also snapped, severing her spinal anaesthesia cord leading to paralysis of her full body, including her lungs. She will strangle in various minutes."

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

"That is a violation of the accord of primitive coinage, Article 7, Paragraph 93, Section B."

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

"Likelihood of success is slim without soldering, which is in intrusion of the treaty of Primitive species, article 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

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

How strange.

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The first off thing I realized when I came awake was being naked. The side by side matter I realized was I was n't alone.

I laid recline on a hindquarters, my principal throbbing. Lights flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to translate what was going on. I remembered finding the wizard star egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

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

The face was a untested little girl 's, her promontory smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair, and her scrape purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire consistency froze. The young lady hovered over me, her consistence equally naked as mine, her bosom small hillock, her skin smooth and still very purple. My eyes descended to her hanker legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My spirit raced as I stared up at the fairy girl. My eye flicked from her tentacles to her argent eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to beetle off, to call, to do anything but tremble like an idiot. But I could n't do anything. It was so knockout to understand.

She had tentacles and empurpled skin and Ag eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. park and red and downhearted. Strange bleep and spin sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the orbicular edge around me, where the blinking lights did n't cover it.

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

I nodded my mind."A-are you ... going to ... bruise m-me ?"

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

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

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

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

It hardened garden pink against her purple and a frisson ran through me.

"What are you doing ?"

"Bonding with you,"she answered."It 's the exclusively way for the medical routine to take hold. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal anaesthesia cord, but without bonding with me, they will break down. You need me in you."

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her smooth heading then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my nipple. Her sass brushed mine. So suave. She tasted sweet, like dear. I did n't do it what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her glossa probed my oral cavity. I let her as I lay stiff beneath her. A endorsement tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her eubstance. Our breadbasket pressed together, and I felt her toilsome nipples pressed into my breasts. She kissed me punishing, with passion.

What was going on ?

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

The tentacle caressing my second joint moved high. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my anatomy. tingle raced through my body as I moaned into our kiss. I could n't help oneself it. My lips moved, working against her as the heat swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving gamey and in high spirits on my thigh with each diagonal, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to touch me. It was so unusual. The fay must have me bewitched. A lust spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her body. I stroked her liquid back. She was so warm and silky. She sighed into he kiss now as I stroked her spine.

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

"Scans ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my twat now, the end brushing 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 vertebral column, right where the gallant of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my sass hard. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my digit circle her depleted back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her other appendage. The narrow down tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet fold. My juice flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonder pleasure shooting through my soundbox. I heaved beneath her, my coxa undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving rump, constantly changing to sustain me comfortable.

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

"gustatory perception ?"

"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 maidenhead, the elastic membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my slit. My eyes widened. I was about to lose my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome groom, but to a female person fey 's tentacle.

She smiled at me."What a sweet talent 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 tore through my virginal membrane and entered me.

It was long and specialise. 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 go out thigh. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

"Oh, you are so hot and sweet-scented,"moaned Merita, breaking our kiss again."Oh, yes, it is so rattling to alliance with you."

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

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

I nodded my promontory and licked my lip. Her tentacle felt so wonderful interior of me. It did n't palpate wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Satchel Paige or Tabitha. This was veracious. It was like a dream. I had wandered into the world of fairyland and put under an enchantment.

So I had zilch to feel shamed about.

The fey lifted herself off my torso, still playing with my tit and driving her other tentacle deep into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless pussy. Her sassing were a deep purpleness. Juices coated her flesh and a flowery scent filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my tummy while her thighs went around my head. Her flowery musk filled my nose. 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 eubstance."Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her clitoris again, gathering her flowery juice. I loved them. My hands grasped her back, stroking her prickle again as I licked up and down her cunt. My clapper probed into her delicate crease. She had a hole, like mine, my tongue wiggled in, but no hymen.

She was n't a Virgo the Virgin. Had she lost her virginal membrane to another female fey with tentacles ?

It really did n't matter right now. I pressed my lips into her folds as my pussy clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her former tentacles slithered across my torso, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensation rushing to my pussy.

"So good,"I panted between slug 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, sparkle of delight shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my orgasm growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the crimp of her pussy and sucked on her clitoris again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my pussy. She grew frantic. She tremble and moaned. The tentacle swelled grownup inside of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

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

They reached my mind, bathing my dope in pleasant-tasting transport. I sucked so hard on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her process rippled, caressing the spasming walls of my kitty, feeding the delicious sensations rippling through me.

I kept cumming as her succus flooded out of her rima oris. I tried to drink them down as I shuddered beneath her. I relieved her hysteric, too. She moaned her pleasure about my clit. We both thrashed and groaned. I nibbled harder on her clit.

My pleasure peaked. My mind bathed in ecstasy. Her thoughts poured into me.

Such a wonderful girl. Her pussy flavour amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So wonderful. Oh, yes. She 's perfect. She 's the one.

Our thoughts merged. She echoed through my mind. My fingers dug into her back. They sank into her shape. 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 fearfulness as I watched her purple soma melt into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Lord,"I gasped, my heart pound 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 spark and whirling beeps swirled around me. It was too much. The fairy was in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...