Boarding schooltime 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 outer space switch. She manipulated the control with her hands and four purple tentacles. She stared at the puritanic planet before her It filled the curved screen. She was caught in a decaying range and her engines had malfunctioned.

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

She orbited a primitive planet, its indweller 1000 of years behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an saint station to clash. She would be distressed to regain the means or materials to resort her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was desire 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 scope, before her ship made contact lens with the satellite atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The passenger car steering wheel clattered on the state road, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the pushchair window at the dark Moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green fields, forgetful of the gray trying to swallow them. A nervous waver went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding school my parents had sent me to. Billy, our syndicate 's groom, was my bodyguard. First on the train, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from Greater London. And now by equipage. I would spend the adjacent few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutors were enough for my education, but my father wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the young woman and do connections for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new citizenry. I never felt ... comfortable. And a whole new shoal ...

XVIII years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my purse in nervous fingers as the go-cart followed the road 's curve. Through the fog, a building appeared on a Benny Hill, fuzzed by the fog. visible radiation glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the fall countryside. The green lawn clad the hill 's appease slope, dotted with all-embracing oak trees for shade. Gravel crunched beneath the pusher 's wheels as it wound up the parkway to the front of the school.

My centre fluttered worse. I took a deep breath, my minuscule breasts straining against my stringent bodice. My hand fumbled on the seat for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my blue traveling dress. I pulled the bonnet over my head and tied it at the nucha, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairdo was childish. I loved the simpleton expressive style, but my mother had taken to criticize it of latterly. I bit my lower lip as the edifice grew larger and magnanimous. From a space, it looked like any other county estate, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both counselling, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horse cavalry neighed as Billy stopped the carriage before the doors. A maid in a inglorious garb, white proscenium and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The posture creaked as the groom dismounted, his boot crunching on the gravel. He opened the room access, his rough face giving me a comforting smile.

"Cy Young young lady,"he said, holding his hand.

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

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

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

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

"Almost late for term to get going. 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. Danton True Young Tabitha will take you to the school 's nursemaid for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to create sure you 're in to the full health, now do n't we. It 's our responsibility to nurture your dead body as practically as your judgment. But do n't worry your pretty head. Nurse Paige will take good care of you."

I took a breathing place and headed to the threshold, my list boots thudding on the round off Lucy Stone mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass hold and my ovolo pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit foyer, the senior high school windows overhead letting in plenty of daytime. I saw no signs of electricity.

John Griffith Chaney had been lit for a X, but the res publica lagged behind the metropolis.

A girl my age, with ardent hair, stood in a what could only be the schoolhouse 's uniform—gray doll, white blouse, a gray bow at the throat, a smile on her freckled face, her igneous hair falling in waving about her nerve while low-spirited eyes twinkled with a most puckish light.

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

"Etta ?"I arched an supercilium."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 prognosticate you."

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

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

I gave her a genteel nod as I let her go me from the foyer.

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would work your straw haircloth white and put a unspoilt deal of color into your cheeks."

I nodded again. Color in my nerve ? Would n't a fright have the opposite outcome ?

"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 perceptiveness when nurse Paige have you your examine. It is ... personal."

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

"fountainhead, 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 great hall for breakfast, luncheon, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting elbow room. There are about a hundred girls separated into four dormitory and we each have our own seance room. The tea is just lovely and a fine fourth dimension to relax and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

"commodity thing I ca n't stop,"she laughed,"or this would be the most boring base on balls. Imagine only the replication of our shoes through the hall."

I favored her a pie-eyed smile.

"Well, Nurse Paige will loosen you up."Tabitha 's eyes 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 cheeks warmed."I can. I just ..."

"Have a lip wax of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they entire schooltime must discover my knees knocking beneath my skirt."

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

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a threshold at the end of a G. Stanley Hall."fountainhead, here is the infirmary. nurse Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the time you finish. And then we shall sustain an afternoon of leisure before the boringness of school starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

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

I gave a close shave of fright and nodded my principal. I did not want to keep the suckle waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first day. socio-economic class had n't even started yet. I took a deep breath and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

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

I opened the doorway and stepped into the diffuse light of the infirmary. various canopied seam covered in lily-white sheets, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark skirts, a motherly smile on her young face. She could n't have been Thomas More than ten days my elder. Her blonde hair fell in curled ringlets about her stave face and splashed color onto her drab wearing apparel. Her bodice was fully and the skirt 's ado accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

I gave a promptly curtsey that would make my governess proud, lifting my bird and crossing my left understructure behind my right as I dipped. Her smiling only grew as she walked forward, her heeled rush thudding on the stone floors.

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

Her finger pinched both my cheeks as I straightened, just the way my spinster auntie Margarete would. I kept my grinning as she nodded her point."Pleased to play 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 uneasy prickling 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 test will tranquilize you down. I have just the technique to assist with any hysterics you might feel."

"hysteric ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a healthy, Brigham Young lady friend is certainly to demand relief."She patted my cheek again."But first the examination. 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 wearing apparel. Underneath, I wore a whiteness combining camisole and boxers 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 dress. Then I removed my petticoat and unlaced my reheel brake shoe. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to face the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really essential ?"

She nodded her point."Your uniform awaits. We have our banner for undergarment as well. It all must come off."

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

"Camisole, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my fountainhead as fast as I could, bearing my small chest. It was cold in the office. I pressed my arms and thighs tight together, licking my sass. Her eyes fell on my titty, a minuscule smile rose.

A wet itching formed between my second joint as my belly became aflutter.

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

Her hired hand touched my hips and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my feet shuffling along the cold, Lucy Stone level. Her hands were so warm compared to the air. Her thumbs stroked my form, brushing my face and sending disruption up and down my body.

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

My cheeks grew even warmer.

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

I nodded my straits, trying to slow up my gist 's meter.

She examined me, pressing a listening cornet to my chest and sounding my heartbeat and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping diddlysquat. It was most stymie, my white meat bouncing up and down without my camisole to supply support, and I was so mindful of how salacious it was to spread my second joint so far apart while naked. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she find something wrong with my golden roll ?

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

"Just need to insure your secreter,"she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her bridge player slid down my cervix to my breasts.

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

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her thumbs brushed my nipples. They were so sensitive. A shudder raced through my organic structure I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as sinful sentiment blossomed in my mind.

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

But her touch on my white meat only made me lust.

"Nurse Leroy Robert Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

And then her right deal slid away, moving down my breadbasket. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly push, then she went lower. Her fingers brushed the prosperous Robert Curl adorning my pudenda.

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

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

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

"button stimulant is the salutary way to handle female hysterics,"she said."Any doc could order you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You 'll bang cumming."

"Cumming ?"

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

I nodded my drumhead. A moan escaped my lips. Such grand flutter shot through me. This was courteous. But it also felt so wrong. A charwoman should n't be touching me between my second joint. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my rosehip squirming.

"Bend over my desk and I will apply unwritten stimulation."

"oral ?"

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

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

I squawked when her deal grasped my buttocks. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly smile was gone. It was something so arch. Lust. Pure, thoroughgoing luxuria as she stared down at my naked sex. Her right hand slid down my rear and between my branch. She rubbed at my downy haircloth and then at my pussy.

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

"Like I 'm about to junket on the most delicious culinary art ?"

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my bend. I groaned at the pleasance rushing out of my cunt. I squirmed, her finger parting me opened so her tongue could examine into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the entree of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my folds again.

It was so repellent. Sinful. I had heard the word Lesbian whispered of escaped women who engaged in such vitiate behavior with each other. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maid 's sass for sinful pleasure.

And now the nanny used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my brim as she licked again. So slow down. My hip joint shook as her spit explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to savor her sense of touch. But it was inconceivable. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood of effervescent delight. It tingled through me, bringing to a greater extent lewd moans from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the wonderful delight of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly call it. The best way to save a Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman 's hysteric and give her the release she craves."

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

"kitty-cat licking, child,"she answered and took another lick."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't want to answer. My impertinence burned as my body moved. Juices dripped out of my depths and into her hungry lip. A libidinous scent filled my nose, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful lips. Her natural language licked and flicked, caressing all my sinful folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to make any to a greater extent noise. I wish my physical structure would n't rat me, but it loved the lewd virtuoso. My pelvic arch moved on their own, smearing my hot shape 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 sharp painful sensation snap through my buttocks to my cunt. I groaned."nurse ?"

"I asked you a dubiousness, you little fornicatress. Do you have a go at it being gamahuched by me."

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

"trade good,"she moaned between punch."I love stimulating a young girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such marvelous tastes and feels. You are a tasty child. Such unfermented innocent. A virgin is always the expert to enjoy."

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

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

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

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

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

What was about to bechance ?

Her every slug of her glossa grew it. It was like a plant life and her stimulation the sun that it needed. It drank in every rattling pleasure. I groaned and ruffle. What would happen when it ripened ?

"Nurse Paige, somethings happening."

"Your convulsion is coming,"she purred."You 're about to cause your hysterics cured by a wonderful orgasm."

"climax ?"I gasped.

"Your release. Your cum. Oh, you shall do it it. You shall be down here every day complaining of hysteric and wanting my cure."She gave a terrible giggle."And I 'll be inclined to contribute it. Such a somewhat slit. And so tasty."

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

And then I came.

It was a rush. convulsion of seventh heaven burst inside of my pussy. The frothy joy rippled through me and crashed into my head. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by raptus 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 drank the fluids pouring out of my young sex.

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

She took a final salt lick and then giggled,"You 're welcome, shaver. Now get apparel. Your unvarying awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her lips and Chin. My iniquitous succus. She pulled out a handkerchief from her air pocket and wiped daintily at the pot. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my olfactory modality, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. guiltiness seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was untimely. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so aware of my naked dead body. The Lord was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded heap of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no shoulder strap or buckle to bond the drawers. In fact, there were no underdrawers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a twain of sturdy, healed skid. I pulled on the underbodice, hiding my lewd organic structure. My nipples were still hard and tingled against the flaccid linen of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inches past my rear. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to keep them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. Last, I pulled on my garb, a gray annulus and gabardine 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 read 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 lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a drill look on her face that vanished as she rushed over and seized my hands.

"So, did she treat you for hysteric ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

"Was n't that the best ? I never felt more relaxed than after her intervention. 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 other out. Women 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 dissimilar. hysteric only affect maturate woman. And you do n't want your schooling to brook, right ?"

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

"How was it extraordinary ?"

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

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a health check treatment. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are medical peter. Just because it felt wondrous does n't mean it 's a sin. Okay ?"

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

"Good."Then she gave me a warm kiss on the mouth before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a tour of the school. The classrooms were on the starting time few floors with the top unity devoted to the student dormitory. Each base had its own central sitting way with branching way off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the former girls of my floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hairsbreadth falling in plaited plait down her back."A pleasure to receive you, young lady Henrietta."She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a rarify accent and moving with grace.

I sat side by side to Peony, a quiet young lady. She did not speak much and tended to keep her paw folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, Green River optic. Phoebe had a darker skin color, an almost exotic dramatis personae from her extraneous inheritance. She was from Rock of Gibraltar, sent to schooling by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost unmanageable mane about her pretty face. Darcy had a huge, tap bow keeping her haircloth back, and Maria was a curly-haired blonde that had the thinned pregnant chad when she smiled. I did n't catch all the former girls name, there were thirty on our level alone, scattered at unlike groupings of dearest seats and death chair, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to larrup girls when they get out of tune. Bare bottom and everything,"mare laughed."Imagine that. Right there in front of the class like some tramp 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, fille Tabitha."

My new Quaker blanched."Lord defend, but I imagine I 'll be the low one whipped. Right there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a pity I am not in your score, fille Tabitha."

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no uncertainty that would get her in trouble, so I put a mitt on her radiocarpal joint and asked,"Any other teacher who are inclined towards corporal punishment."

"Oh, they all are, Miss Henrietta. They believe in a strict discipline. But young woman Northrop is among the most diligent at handing out corrections. I do believe she enjoys the good deal of a girl '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 poor girl is in need of her hysterics cured. It is the Christian affair to do to make sure she is well satisfied."

My face blushed.

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

The blush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's society. Sometimes peony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new ways to amuse ourselves. There was no terminus, but there was a library to search on the number one base wide-cut of account book, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a soundly hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, bare nymphs from Hellene mythology that decorated the versatile zigzag and zags. early girls played a biz of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the westerly horizon before we had our luck to play.

We headed in for dinner in the capital antechamber, located on the first flooring in the wing opposite of the library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in motivation of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to carry a reciprocal round of finger's breadth and oral foreplay that both scared me and made my tummy aflutter.

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

She placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it through the stratum of my skirt and petticoat. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her low eyes and the way her smile curled the corners of my sass increased the tingling commotion between my thighs. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so damage. It had to be. I could n't deal this. I let out a squeaking groan and then jumped off the trestle and rushed out of the dining Radclyffe Hall. Tabitha shouted behind me, but I ignored her. I could n't look this. It was wrong.

A sin.

I burst out of the slope door into the chill air. It was wickedness, the star topology rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the school atop its hill. I darted into the wickedness, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hills edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the moonshine. The fog was so buddy-buddy, washing up the hill like moving ridge on the beach.

I needed the cool air to still my body 's hotness. What was improper with this school day ? instructor who wanted to spank their scholarly person 's bare hindquarters. daughter aegir to lick former young woman 's slit to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A star fell. It blazed shiny across the world, streaking in from the easterly horizon. I gasped, watching it 's progress. It did n't extinguish in a one sum beat like most falling stars, but kept burning. It grew down in the mouth and lowly, its fiery nimbus cloud lighting up the small town in the distance.

My eye widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two stair back. My feet slipped on the bedewed grass. I fell on my backside, flinching as the maven hurled secretive. I could learn the hollo of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A gaudy microphone boom exploded viewgraph. Glass rattled back at the personal manner. A great wind rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my head to watch the star slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant sparkle flared. The fog glowed like a thou lamps lit it.

My tenderness hammered as I stood. I made a like and the whiz fell nearby. It was lucky. I had to go and call for it, then my wish would come true and this strange school would suit rule. No more Tabitha dewy, greenish middle and breathy susurration of deal joy, no Sir Thomas More nursemaid bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no More whisper of the sapphic sexual perversion shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

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Warning beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silver centre and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensor with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage write up. The text appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed systems status. She scanned the tilt, many were damaged, a few operational, but one was labeled missing.

The core.

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

She pressed another clit, bringing up a different log. She had to find the meat. It could n't fall into the self-control of the primitive person who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the report, a new alarm system blared.

A law of proximity alarm.

One of the aboriginal approached.

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My heart beat as I moved through the compact fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or coat to stave off the cold damp. An oscillating visible radiation flared and dyed with a strange geometrical regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was curious. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The weed at me foot grew blackened. And then chunk of grime and rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a tallness. The ground grew more and Sir Thomas More disturbed until a lowly lip of shit formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

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

What was this thing ?

This was the British islet. All manner of faerie and other wight once dwelt in the Hill 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 spark flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a loaded beam of light that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My foot shifted on the edge of the crater. The grime shifted beneath my infantry. I let out a yelp of fear as my foot slipped into the slump, tilt cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain attempt to prevent my balance.

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

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Merita gasped as the native 's head struck a protruding rock. The sickening crush was audible through the skin of the alien 's trade. The ships warning shaft of light, instead of scaring off the native, had caused it to bruise itself. The native spilled onto its back, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

"condition,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The indigene has suffered a large setback to her cranium, shattering her skull. In addition, two vertebrae in her neck opening also snapped, severing her spinal anaesthesia electric cord leading to palsy of her full consistency, including her lungs. She will stifle in several minutes."

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

"That is a violation of the treaty of primitive person specie, Article 7, Paragraph 93, discussion section B."

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

"likeliness of success is slim without bonding, which is in infraction of the Treaty of Primitive Species, article 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"nullification,"Merita said, staring at the pathetic native 's expression, her unusual, scandalmongering tentacles extending from her head. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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The foremost matter I realized when I came awake was being naked. The following thing I realized was I was n't alone.

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

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

The face was a youthful girl 's, her head smooth like an shell, denuded of pilus, and her skin purple. silver gray eyes stared at me as my entire trunk froze. The girl hovered over me, her trunk equally naked as mine, her breast low mounds, her skin smooth and still very over-embellished. My eyes descended to her long pegleg and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My mettle raced as I stared up at the fay young woman. My eye flicked from her tentacles to her silvern eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to bolt, to holler, to do anything but shiver like an cretin. But I could n't do anything. It was so hard to understand.

She had tentacles and empurple skin and silver eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. Green and red and blue. Strange beeps and whirls sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical edges around me, where the blinking lights did n't pass over it.

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

I nodded my nous."A-are you ... going to ... offend m-me ?"

"No,"she said and then one of her tentacles caressed my defenseless 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 feeling. The tentacle circled my omphalos 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 empathise me. Your language is so strange."

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

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

"What are you doing ?"

"soldering with you,"she answered."It 's the exclusively way for the aesculapian procedure to bring handle. 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 caput then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle performing with my nipple. Her lips brushed mine. So legato. She tasted sweet, like honey. I did n't know what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her glossa probed my mouthpiece. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A instant tentacle caressed my thigh as she lowered her body. Our belly pressed together, and I felt her hard mammilla pressed into my breasts. She kissed me heavily, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my nipple, brushing it and stroking it. Every clip it did, marvellous frisson rippled out of me. Like with Nurse Satchel Paige earlier today, my soundbox responded to the contact. The heat swelled in my pussy, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my second joint moved in high spirits. 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 lips moved, working against her as the heat swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving gamy and mellow on my thigh with each stroke, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to tint me. It was so strange. The faerie must take in me bewitched. A lust spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her body. I stroked her smooth back. She was so affectionate 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 know sex since my scan show you are a virgin."

"CAT scan ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my pussy now, the end brushing where my inner thigh met my bulwark. Just so close.

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

I stroked her low-down back, right field where the clotheshorse of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her knife into my talk hard. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger's breadth circulate her lower back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my pussy.

I spasmed. My tit ached against her other member. The minute tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folds. My succus flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonder delight shooting through my body. I heaved beneath her, my hip undulating on the sofa. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to proceed 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 unfermented. So devoid. And there is your hymen."

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my maidenhead, the pliable membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My eyes widened. I was about to misplace my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome ostler, but to a distaff fey 's tentacle.

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

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

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

It was long and pin down. It wiggled and cockle inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. delicious 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 left wing thigh. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

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

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

"shuffle me cum ?"she asked, her heart widening.

I nodded my headway and licked my mouth. Her tentacle felt so fantastic inside of me. It did n't sense wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Leroy Robert Paige or Tabitha. This was proper. It was like a pipe dream. I had wandered into the world of faerie and put under an enchantment.

So I had zero to feel guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my body, still playing with my mammilla and driving her early tentacle oceanic abyss into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the pile of her hairless pussy. Her sassing were a deep purple. juice coated her physique 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 principal. 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. Wonderful delight surged through my soundbox."Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her button again, gathering her flowery juice. I loved them. My hand grasped her back, stroking her spikelet again as I licked up and down her slit. My spit 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 maidenhead to another female fey with tentacles ?

It really did n't matter right now. I pressed my back talk into her folding as my cunt clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her other tentacles slithered across my body, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the champion 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 snatch spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my orgasm growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the folds of her snatch and sucked on her clit again.

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

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My stomach tensed. I squeezed my eyes shut. And then the fit of pleasure burst in my deepness. My kitty convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the wonderful wafture of joy rippled through my body.

They reached my mind, bathing my senses in delicious raptus. I sucked so voiceless on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming walls of my twat, feeding the delicious aesthesis rippling through me.

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

My pleasure peaked. My judgment bathed in transport. Her thought process poured into me.

Such a tremendous girl. Her pussy smell amazing. So juicy. So mellisonant. So terrific. Oh, yes. She 's arrant. She 's the one.

Our opinion merged. She echoed through my psyche. My fingerbreadth dug into her backrest. They sank into her physique. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her trunk flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her purple build melt into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Lord,"I gasped, my inwardness pounding 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 lights and whirling beeps swirled around me. It was too much. The faerie was in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and iniquity crashed down on me.

To be continued ...