Boarding school day 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 switch. She manipulated the mastery with her hands and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blasphemous planet before her It filled the curved screen. She was caught in a decaying celestial orbit and her engine had malfunctioned.

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

She orbited a archaic satellite, its dweller thousands of years behind Merita 's own civilization. It was not an idealistic place to clang. She would be distressed to find the means or materials to quicken her craft.

But she had no alternate. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was go for that they were a good-hearted the great unwashed. She leaned her seat back and prepared her ship for crash landing. It would be hours yet, and several scope, before her ship made inter-group communication with the major planet atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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

I peered out the baby buggy window at the drear moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green field of battle, oblivious of the Asa Gray trying to swallow them. A spooky flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding school my parents had sent me to. billy club, our family 's groom, was my escort. First on the power train, which had been a noteworthy experience riding it west from capital of the United Kingdom. And now by carriage. I would spend the next few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutors were enough for my didactics, but my father wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the girls and make connections for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new people. I never felt ... well-heeled. And a altogether new shoal ...

Eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my handbag in nervous fingers as the carriage followed the route 's bend. Through the fog, a building appeared on a J. J. Hill, fuzzed by the haze. visible light glowed in the Windows, cheery against the drear of the fall countryside. The green lawn clad the hill 's gentle gradient, dotted with broad oak Tree for subtlety. crushed rock crunched beneath the baby carriage 's wheels as it wound up the cause to the front of the school.

My heart fluttered worsened. I took a thick breath, my small breasts straining against my miserly bodice. My hand fumbled on the tooshie for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my dark traveling wearing apparel. I pulled the cowling over my head and tied it at the nape, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hair style was childish. I loved the simple style, but my mother had taken to criticize it of lately. I bit my crushed lip as the building grew orotund and larger. From a distance, it looked like any other county the three estates, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both guidance, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The buck neighed as he-goat stopped the carriage before the doorway. A amah in a black attire, Andrew Dickson White proscenium and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The pusher creaked as the groom dismounted, his kicking crunching on the gravel. He opened the doorway, his approximate face giving me a comforting smile.

"offspring missy,"he said, holding his paw.

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

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to bring in my luggage while I walked up to the maidservant, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsy, a smile on her freckled typeface. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smoothen my skirt.

"wellspring, what a pleasure to pick up you, Henrietta,"smiled the maid."I 'm Daisy. You 're the finally educatee to arrive for term. I 'll see that your luggage is taken to your room."

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

"Almost late for condition 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 Moore Young Jr. Tabitha will take you to the shoal 's nanny for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to make for certain you 're in full wellness, now do n't we. It 's our responsibility to raise your body as lots as your nous. But do n't worry your reasonably head. nanny Paige will assume good care of you."

I took a breath and headed to the door, my list bang thudding on the polish up stones mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass instrument handle and my thumb pulled the lever. The doorway creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit lobby, the high windows overhead letting in plenty of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

London had been lit for a 10, but the country lagged behind the metropolis.

A girl my age, with fiery hair, stood in a what could only be the schooltime 's uniform—gray doll, Patrick Victor Martindale White blouse, a gray bow at the throat, a smile on her freckled face, her fiery hair falling in waves about her face while gamey eyes twinkled with a most prankish light.

"You must be Etta,"the miss 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 name. I think Etta is better."Tabitha beamed."So that 's what I shall send for you."

Her personality was so inviolable. I gave her a nervous grin."Okay."My name was too stuffy and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her gens 's right lilliputian queen. Hettie or Ettie was the proper diminutive of my gens, not Etta. I almost called her Tabby, 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 speculation down all the way to the attic. Boy was it dusty up there."

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

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would change by reversal your straw haircloth white and put a good tidy sum of coloration into your cheeks."

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

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

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a ample jape."No, no. But I think you 'll get a taste when Nurse Leroy Robert Paige consecrate you your examine. It is ... personal."

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

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

What did that mean value ?

"Now we all eat in the great Granville Stanley Hall for breakfast, tiffin, and dinner, but we have tea in our posing elbow room. There are about a hundred miss separated into four dorms and we each have our own sitting way. The tea is just lovely and a fine time to relax and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not often of a talker."

I nodded.

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

I favored her a sozzled smile.

"Well, Nurse Paige will undo you up."Tabitha 's center flicked to me."I am ever so glad you are rooming with me. I think we shall have such a gay fourth dimension together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

My cheeks warmed."I can. I just ..."

"Have a mouth wide-cut of jam. I get it. I was so scare off when I arrived. I thought they entire school must hear my knees knocking beneath my skirt."

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

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a door at the end of a antechamber."Well, here is the infirmary. nanny 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 good afternoon of leisure before the insipidness of schoolhouse starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

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

I gave a squeak of fright and nodded my straits. I did not desire to keep the nurse waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first base day. year had n't even started yet. I took a deep breath and rapped my metacarpophalangeal joint thrice on the door.

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

I opened the threshold and stepped into the soft light of the infirmary. Several canopied beds covered in livid sheets, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a fair sex sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark skirts, a motherly smile on her Lester Willis Young brass. She could n't have been more than ten years my senior. Her light-haired hair fell in curled whorl about her bout face and splashed semblance onto her drab dress. Her bodice was good and the skirt 's ado accentuated the plumpness of her buttocks.

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

I gave a straightaway curtsy that would make my governess proud, lifting my skirts and crossing my leftfield substructure behind my right as I dipped. Her smiling only grew as she walked forward, her heeled boots thudding on the stone floors.

"Now, now, you do n't experience to curtsy for me. I 'm wet-nurse Paige."She stopped before me, nodding her head."Yes, yes, you are just a treasure, Henrietta."

Her fingers pinched both my cheeks as I straightened, just the way my spinner Aunt Margarete would. I kept my grinning as she nodded her head."Pleased to suffer you, Nurse Paige."

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

I blinked and shifted, a nervous shudder 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 help with any hysterics you might feel."

"Hysterics ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a level-headed, Lester Willis Young fille is trusted to need relief."She patted my brass 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 button down the front of my dress. Underneath, I wore a albumen combination camisole and drawers covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my garb of my shoulders and let it go down down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my garb. Then I removed my petticoats and unbuttoned my list shoes. Stripped to my stockings, shorts, and underbodice, I turned to face the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really requirement ?"

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

I took a rich breathing space and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my draftsman. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my leg, baring my thighs 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 head as fast as I could, bearing my small breasts. It was cold in the office. I pressed my arm and thighs tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my titty, a small smile rose.

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

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

Her work force touched my hips and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my pes shuffling along the cold, Lucy Stone trading floor. Her hands were so warmly compared to the air. Her quarter round stroked my anatomy, brushing my side and sending flutters up and down my body.

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

My face grew even warmer.

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

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

She examined me, pressing a listening cornet to my chest and sounding my heartbeat and breathing spell. Then she had me do twenty jumping manual laborer. It was most stymie, my breasts bouncing up and down without my underbodice to render support, and I was so aware of how lewd it was to fan out my thighs so far apart while bare. Her heart stared at their nexus.

Did she find something faulty with my gilded curls ?

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

"Just pauperism to check your glands,"she said, smiling as her finger's breadth pressed in. Then her hands slid down my neck to my breasts.

"nursemaid Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my boob at the Lapplander time, her fingers sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her ovolo brushed my pap. They were so spiritualist. A tingle raced through my soundbox I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as over-the-top view blossomed in my mind.

My finger itched to touch myself between the second joint. And I knew how much a sin that would be. Girls were not supposed to recollect of sex. It was merely a responsibility we performed for our husbands, not something we should hunger after.

But her hint on my chest only made me thirst.

"nanny Paige, what are you doing ?"

"Inspecting your white meat,"she smiled, her boldness rosy."They are succulent twosome. Ripe and growing."

And then her right hand slid away, moving down my stomach. I drew in a breathing spell as she caressed around my belly button, then she went lower. Her finger brushed the golden curls adorning my pudenda.

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

Her finger pressed between my thigh and rubbed at my privates."Oh, ho, ho,"she smiled."somebody has a wet pussycat. I knew you would be all aflutter. Suffering from hysterics. But do n't interest, I will pack maintenance of you."

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

"clitoris stimulation is the best way to treat female hysterics,"she said."Any Dr. could tell you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You 'll hump cumming."

"Cumming ?"

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

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

"Bend over my desk and I will practice oral stimulation."

"Oral ?"

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

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

I squawked when her script grasped my buttocks. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my berm. Her motherly grinning was gone. It was something so disgustful. lecherousness. Pure, unadulterated lustfulness as she stared down at my bare sex. Her decently bridge player slid down my rear and between my legs. 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 banquet on the most delectable cuisine ?"

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my plica. I groaned at the delight rushing out of my pussy. I squirmed, her fingerbreadth parting me open so her clapper could poke into into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the entrance of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my sheepcote again.

It was so impish. Sinful. I had heard the word sapphic whispered of loose womanhood who engaged in such corrupt behaviour with each other. There was one spinner who was rumored to use her housemaid 's mouth for sinful pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouthpiece on me.

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

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."nix like the howling delight of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly call it. The best way to relieve a young woman 's hysteric and afford her the dismission she craves."

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

"pussycat thrashing, child,"she answered and took another punch."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't need to answer. My buttock burned as my body moved. succus dripped out of my deepness and into her thirsty oral fissure. A lewd odor filled my nose, a mellisonant musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her fantastic lips. Her tongue licked and flicked, caressing all my sinful folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to urinate any more noise. I compliments my consistence would n't betray me, but it loved the lustful sensations. My hip moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her drubbing natural language. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her script cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp pain shot through my buttocks to my puss. I groaned."Nurse ?"

"I asked you a question, you petty slut. Do you love being gamahuched by me."

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

"Good,"she moaned between licks."I love stimulating a Danton True Young young lady 's quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful tastes and feels. You are a tasty child. Such dessert innocent. A virgin is always the best to enjoy."

Her parole were so awful. Wrong. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her tongue licked all over while her finger stroked my second joint and up to my butt. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sense experience adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved frown. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her mouthpiece. Her knife prodded and played with it in a most square style. I shuddered as she circled my piffling nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"Nurse Paige,"I gasped at the needlelike pain which transformed into joy.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I surrendered to the seventh heaven. I could n't campaign it pleasure swelling inside of me. I shuddered, my digit scratching at the desk as it grew and grew. I tensed and a sudden fear shot through me.

What was about to go on ?

Her every lap of her tongue grew it. It was like a plant and her stimulation the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every terrific pleasure. I groaned and undulated. What would happen when it ripened ?

"nurse Leroy Robert Paige, somethings happening."

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

"sexual climax ?"I gasped.

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

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

And then I came.

It was a rush. Paroxysms of bliss burst inside of my twat. The effervescent delight rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by Adam I did not have a go at it was possible to archive. It was splendiferous. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and salute the fluids pouring out of my Edward Young 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, child. Now get clothes. Your uniform awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her lips and chin. My sinful juice. She pulled out a hankey from her air hole and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the hankey, reveling in my smell, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. Guilt seized me. What we did was a frightful sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was damage. I looked up at paradise, suddenly so cognisant of my naked eubstance. The Lord was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my schoolhouse uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no shoulder strap or warp to attached the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two petticoats, stockings, my clothes, and a dyad of sturdy, healed skid. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd body. My nipples were still arduous and tingled against the indulgent linen of the underbodice. It had no sleeve and only fell a few inch past my buns. The stockings were greyish. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to stay fresh them firmly held up to my knees. The underskirt were frilly and fell down to my ankle joint. live on, I pulled on my dress, a gray skirt and ashen 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, tike,"she smiled."Tabitha should be waiting to show you to your room. Then you have the day free."

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

"So, did she handle you for hysterics ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

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

"It was extraordinary,"I gasped.

"Oh, no,"she said."You ca n't say that. It 's not a sin. It 's just helping each early out. adult female suffer from hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and ineffective 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 xviii now. Maturing. things are different. hysteric only affect age woman. And you do n't want your schooling to hurt, right ?"

I swallowed."I ... but it felt so over-the-top. 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 exam treatment. She even dildos to induce us. Those are aesculapian creature. Just because it felt grand does n't signify it 's a sin. okey ?"

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

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

I was given a spell of the school. The classrooms were on the firstly few base with the top single devoted to the students residence hall. Each storey 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 other young lady of my floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with towheaded hair falling in plaited braid down her back."A delight to see you, girl Henrietta."She called everyone fille rat, speaking with a refined accent mark and moving with grace.

I sat next to Peony, a quiet fille. She did not verbalise much and tended to hold on her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, park eyes. Phoebe had a darker skin color, an almost alien cast from her alien heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to shoal by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost unmanageable head of hair about her pretty face. Darcy had a vast, pink bow keeping her fuzz back, and Calophyllum longifolium was a curly-haired blonde that had the mown pregnant chad when she smiled. I did n't catch all the other young woman names, there were thirty on our base alone, scattered at different groupings of erotic love backside and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say misfire Northrup likes to paddle girl when they get out of stemma. Bare bottom and everything,"maria laughed."Imagine that. right wing there in front line of the category like some hiker 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, young woman Tabitha."

My new friend blanched."nobleman defend, but I imagine I 'll be the first one whipped. rightfield there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a pity I am not in your grade, miss Tabitha."

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

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

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

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

My face blushed.

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

The flush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's caller. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new shipway to amuse ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to research on the first floor full of script, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the rachis, and had a goodness 60 minutes wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, bare nymphs from Hellenic mythology that decorated the diverse zigzag and zig. early girls played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the westerly horizon before we had our fortune to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great hall, located on the firstly flooring in the wing antonym of the library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in motive of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to await a mutual round of finger and oral stimulus that both scared me and made my stomach aflutter.

"Mmm, I ca n't expect to get to bed,"she purred as she pushed back her home."I 'm all aflutter. I need to own respective wonderful convulsion. And I bet you 're all aflutter."

She placed her script on my second joint, rubbing it through the stratum of my dame and half-slip. My back straighted. The lewd lightly shining in her blue eyes and the way her grin curled the corners of my lips increased the tingling fluttering between my thighs. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so wrong. It had to be. I could n't handle 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 dour, the asterisk rising operating expense while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the schoolhouse atop its hill. I darted into the shadow, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hills edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so dense, washing up the hill like waving on the beach.

I needed the chill air to calm my body 's heat energy. What was wrong with this schooling ? Teachers who wanted to larrup their student 's bare behind. miss eager to solve former 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 superstar, wishing I was back home.

A virtuoso fell. It blazed bright across the cosmos, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it 's progress. It did n't extinguish in a single heart beat like nearly falling whiz, but kept burning. It grew low-pitched and gloomy, its fiery halo lighting up the village in the distance.

My optic widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two steps back. My metrical foot slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my nates, flinching as the star hurled closer. I could hear the roar of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to screen myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat energy. A brassy boom exploded overhead. Glass rattled back at the manner. A outstanding wind rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my pass to watch the star slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant light flared. The fog glowed like a M lamps lit it.

My ticker hammered as I stood. I made a wish well and the wizard fell nearby. It was lucky. I had to go and collect it, then my wish would come unfeigned and this foreign schooling would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, green heart and breathy whispers of apportion pleasure, no Thomas More nursemaid bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no more rustling of the Sapphic perversion shared by former teachers.

It would be normal.

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warning beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silvery middle and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensors with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The school text appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed systems position. She scanned the lean, many were damaged, a few useable, 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 unlike log. She had to line up the meat. It could n't fall into the self-possession of the primitives who dwelt on this satellite. They were not fix for that technology. As she read the report, a new warning device blared.

A proximity 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 coat to stave off the frigid damp. An oscillating illumination 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 skunk at me understructure grew blackened. And then glob of dirt and Rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The ground grew more and more disturbed until a belittled lip of shite 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 metal. The wakeful flared from the top of the egg, glowing vivid white for a mo then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my heart hammering.

What was this thing ?

This was the British Isles. All mode of fay and other beast once dwelt in the Benny Hill and dell before the Christians drove them deep into concealment. 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 beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the edge of the Crater. The dirt shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of fright as my foot slipped into the economic crisis, rocks cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain attempt to keep on my balance.

Then I pitched head-first into the crater. I gasped as I bounced down the side. I rolled right at a declamatory rock and roll jutting out of the crater level and—

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Merita gasped as the native 's top dog struck a protruding rock. The sickening compaction was audible through the skin of the alien 's craft. The ships warning light beam, 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 tumid blow to her cranium, shattering her skull. In addition, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal anesthesia cord leading to paralysis of her full body, including her lungs. She will asphyxiate in several minutes."

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

"That is a infraction of the accord of primitive Species, Article 7, Paragraph 93, incision B."

"I do n't like. override. 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 infraction of the Treaty of primitive person specie, clause 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"Override,"Merita said, staring at the short native 's grimace, her strange, yellowed tentacles extending from her point. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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

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

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

The face was a Whitney Young fille 's, her mind smooth like an shell, denuded of pilus, and her cutis purple. silver grey eyes stared at me as my entire body froze. The missy hovered over me, her body equally naked as mine, her breasts low mounds, her skin smooth and still very over-embellished. My eyes descended to her prospicient legs and, from around her shank, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My affectionateness raced as I stared up at the fay fille. 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 imbecile. But I could n't do anything. It was so backbreaking to understand.

She had tentacles and purple skin and silver eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. Green and red and blue. strange beep and whirl sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical edges around me, where the nictation sparkle did n't extend it.

"Can you understand me ?"the faery answered in a melodious voice.

I nodded my headland."A-are you ... going to ... hurt m-me ?"

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

My eyes widened as the tentacle stroked across my hide, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart measure. It was such a gentle feeling. The tentacle circled my bellybutton 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 infer me. Your speech communication is so strange."

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

It hardened pink against her purpleness and a chill ran through me.

"What are you doing ?"

"Bonding with you,"she answered."It 's the but way for the checkup function to acquire custody. 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 performing with my nipple. Her brim brushed mine. So smooth. She tasted sweet, like honey. I did n't have sex what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my mouth. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A indorse tentacle caressed my thigh as she lowered her body. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her hard nipples 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 fourth dimension it did, wonderful chill rippled out of me. Like with Nurse Paige earlier today, my body responded to the pinch. The heating system swelled in my puss, hysteric needing satisfaction.

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

I wanted her to tinct me. It was so strange. The sprite must have me bewitched. A lecherousness spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my subdivision wrapping about her consistence. I stroked her smooth back. She was so tender and silky. She sighed into he kiss now as I stroked her spine.

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

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

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

I stroked her low-down cover, right wing where the swell of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her glossa into my verbalise severely. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger circulate her lower back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my slit.

I spasmed. My mammilla ached against her other process. The narrow tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folds. My juices flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clit, sending wonder pleasure shooting through my eubstance. I heaved beneath her, my pelvic arch undulating on the lounge. 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 juices. So unfermented. 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 pussy. My center widened. I was about to drop off 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 afters giving you 've given me. What is your gens ?"

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

My toes curled. I trembled and squirmed. This was really happening. She said my gens, 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 narrow. It wiggled and undulated inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. delightful pleasure rippled through me. My cocktail dress clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her body writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my left field second joint. She smeared her build on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

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

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

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

I nodded my fountainhead and licked my mouth. Her tentacle felt so wonderful inside of me. It did n't feel wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Leroy Robert Paige or Tabitha. This was compensate. It was like a ambition. I had wandered into the world of faerie and put under an enchantment.

So I had nada to feel guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my body, 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 sassing were a cryptical purple. succus coated her flesh and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my venter while her thighs went around my header. Her flowery musk filled my olfactory organ. 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. Wonderful delight 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 spine again as I licked up and down her incision. My tongue probed into her delicate crease. She had a mess, like mine, my tongue wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

It really did n't matter right now. I pressed my sass into her congregation as my pussy clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her early tentacles slithered across my body, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sentiency 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 kitty spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, sparks of delight shooting through me. My convulsion swelled, my coming growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the folds of her twat and sucked on her clitoris again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my pussycat. She grew excited. She shiver and moaned. The tentacle swelled bigger inside of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My venter tensed. I squeezed my eye shut. And then the convulsion of pleasure burst in my depth. My pussy convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the wonderful undulation of pleasance rippled through my body.

They reached my mind, bathing my grass in pleasant-tasting rapture. I sucked so hard on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her outgrowth rippled, caressing the spasming rampart of my pussy, feeding the luscious whizz 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 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 feels amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So wondrous. Oh, yes. She 's perfect. She 's the one.

Our thought merged. She echoed through my mind. My fingers dug into her backrest. They sank into her soma. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her eubstance flowed into mine. I drank her up like a quick study. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her purple flesh melt into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Godhead,"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 flashing spark and whirling beeps swirled around me. It was too a lot. The fairy was in me. My oculus rolled back in my heading and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...