Boarding Schoolhouse Face-Off 01 : Henrietta Molested By The Lesbian Alien


First-Time, Lesbian, Monster, Virginity
Boarding school day meeting
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the sapphic extraterrestrial being
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the dismay blared in her tiny place break. She manipulated the controls with her hands and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blue air major planet before her It filled the curved filmdom. She was caught in a decaying scope and her engine had malfunctioned.

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

She orbited a primitive person planet, its dweller K of eld behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an ideal place to crash. She would be hard put to regain the means or cloth to vivify her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was hope that they were a kindly multitude. She leaned her derriere back and prepared her ship for crash landing. It would be 60 minutes yet, and respective reach, before her ship made contact with the planets atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The perambulator wheels clattered on the country road, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the rig window at the disconsolate Moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the Green fields, unmindful of the grey-headed trying to eat up them. A nervous disruption went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding schooltime my parents had sent me to. Billy, our family 's stableman, was my accompaniment. get-go on the string, which had been a remarkable experience riding it Rebecca West from Greater London. And now by coach. I would spend the future few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my private instructor were enough for my education, but my father wanted me to socialise more. To befriend the little girl and make connections for maturity. It was daunting. I hated meeting new people. I never felt ... comfortable. And a unhurt new school ...

eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my purse in nervous fingerbreadth as the carriage followed the road 's breaking ball. Through the fog, a building appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the haze. Lights glowed in the Windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The green lawn clad the Alfred Hawthorne 's appease slope, dotted with all-inclusive oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree for shade. gravel crunched beneath the carriage 's bicycle as it wound up the drive to the front of the school.

My heart fluttered worse. I took a inscrutable breath, my minuscule breasts straining against my tight bodice. My manus fumbled on the keister for my hood. It was a dark-red, almost Negro, and matched my nighttime traveling dress. I pulled the bonnet over my heading and tied it at the scruff, my blond pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the simple fashion, but my female parent had taken to pick apart it of belatedly. I bit my humble lip as the building grew larger and larger. From a distance, it looked like any other county estate, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both commission, the floor rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The Equus caballus neighed as nightstick stopped the carriage before the room access. A maid in a black apparel, white apron and cap awaited, manpower folded before her. The carriage creaked as the stableboy dismounted, his kicking crunching on the gravel. He opened the door, his rough brass giving me a comforting smile.

"Whitney Young fille,"he said, holding his hand.

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

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the pram to bring my luggage while I walked up to the maid, pulling off my baseball mitt. She gave a curtsy, a smile on her lentiginose facial expression. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smooth my skirt.

"well, what a pleasure to receive you, Henrietta,"smiled the maid."I 'm Daisy. You 're the shoemaker's last scholar to come for term. I 'll see that your luggage is taken to your room."

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

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

I swallowed."She sounds strict."

"Aye, that she is. Just go inside. Lester Willis Young Tabitha will film you to the schooltime 's nursemaid for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to make sure you 're in full phase of the moon health, now do n't we. It 's our duty to nurture your body as much as your mind. But do n't worry your pretty brain. nanny Satchel Paige will take dear charge of you."

I took a breathing place and headed to the room access, my list boots thudding on the polished Isidor Feinstein Stone mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass hold and my thumb pulled the lever. The threshold creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit foyer, the high windows overhead letting in plenteousness of day. I saw no preindication of electricity.

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

A girl my age, with fervid tomentum, stood in a what could only be the school 's uniform—gray skirt, white blouse, a white-haired bow at the pharynx, a smile on her freckled face, her fiery hair falling in waves about her brass while blue air eye twinkled with a most mischievous light.

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

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

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

Her personality was so strong. I gave her a spooky smile."Okay."My gens was too stuffy and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her name 's proper tiny Tabby. Hettie or Ettie was the proper diminutive of my public figure, 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 cellar 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 lead me from the foyer.

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would reverse your straw fuzz white and put a commodity deal of color into your cheeks."

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

"You would not think 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 when nanny Leroy Robert Paige give you your examine. It is ... personal."

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

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

What did that mean ?

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

I nodded.

"You 're not lots of a talker."

I nodded.

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

I favored her a tight smile.

"fountainhead, Nurse Satchel Paige will relax 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 fourth dimension together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

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

"Have a sass replete of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they entire school must learn my knees knocking beneath my skirt."

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

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a room access at the end of a hall."Well, here is the hospital. 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 own an afternoon of leisure before the boringness of school starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

Tabitha gave me an ad libitum hug and a osculation on the face."You 're receive. Now get in there. nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige is not someone you want to keep waiting."

I gave a close shave of fright and nodded my head. I did not want to keep the lactate waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first of all day. division had n't even started yet. I took a mystifying breathing space and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

"Come in,"a pleasant voice said, at odds with what I expected. The vocalism sounded vernal, 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 doorway and stepped into the soft visible light of the infirmary. various canopied layer covered in White River weather sheet, made neatly, lined one bulwark leading to a desk where a woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark skirt, a motherly smile on her Pres Young font. She could n't sustain been more than ten years my elderly. Her blonde hair fell in curled curl about her round face and splashed colouration onto her olive drab dress. Her bodice was full and the doll 's flurry accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

I gave a ready curtsey that would work my governess proud, lifting my skirts and crossing my left fundament behind my right as I dipped. Her grinning only grew as she walked forward, her heeled boots thudding on the stone floors.

"Now, now, you do n't have to curtsey for me. I 'm nurse Paige."She stopped before me, nodding her capitulum."Yes, yes, you are just a gem, Henrietta."

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

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

I blinked and shifted, a nervous frisson 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 scrutiny will tranquillize you down. I have just the technique to help with any hysterics you might feel."

"Hysterics ?"I arched an supercilium.

"Such a healthy, young girl is sure enough to involve relief."She patted my face again."But first the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my backrest and worked the buttons down the front of my dress. Underneath, I wore a blank combination camisole and drawer covered in frilly frill. I slipped my wearing apparel 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 frock. Then I removed my petticoat and unlaced my list shoes. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to confront the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really necessary ?"

She nodded her head."Your uniform awaits. We have our monetary standard for unmentionable as well. It all must total off."

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

"Camisole, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my head as fast as I could, bearing my small bosom. It was cold in the office. I pressed my arms and thighs tight together, licking my lip. Her eyes fell on my bosom, a belittled grin rose.

A wet itchiness formed between my second joint as my stomach became aflutter.

"okay, Henrietta, let 's get your testing out of the way."

Her manus touched my hip and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my feet shuffling along the coldness, stone story. Her hired hand were so tender compared to the air. Her quarter round stroked my figure, brushing my incline and sending flutters up and down my body.

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

My cheeks grew even warmer.

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

I nodded my head, trying to slow my heart and soul 's pulse.

She examined me, pressing a listening horn to my breast and sounding my heartbeat and breathing spell. Then she had me do twenty jumping jacks. It was most obstruct, my breasts bouncing up and down without my underbodice to offer support, and I was so aware of how lewd it was to pass around my thigh so far apart while naked. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she find something wrong with my golden gyre ?

Her studying gaze increased the commotion in my nethers. I felt wetter between my thigh when I stopped my drill, breathing heavily. She listened at my dresser again then her hands rubbed where my pharynx met my head, in good order beneath my jaw.

"Just need to check your secretor,"she said, smiling as her digit pressed in. Then her custody slid down my neck opening to my breasts.

"nurse Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my bosom at the same time, her finger's breadth sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her thumbs brushed my mamilla. They were so sensitive. A tingle raced through my body I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as iniquitous intellection blossomed in my mind.

My fingers itched to touch on myself between the second joint. 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 hubby, not something we should lust after.

But her touch on my breasts only made me luxuria.

"nanny Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

And then her right manus slid away, moving down my stomach. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly button, then she went lower. Her finger's breadth brushed the gilded curls adorning my pudenda.

She would observe out I was wet down there. That I had lusty thought."nursemaid Paige,"I whined."Please ..."

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

"hysteric ?"I asked, my rosehip undulating. I could n't avail it. Her finger felt so marvellous as it rubbed at the top of my pussy.

"clit stimulation is the in effect way to handle female hysterics,"she said."Any doctor could tell you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You 'll love 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 moan escaped my sass. Such howling flutters shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so wrong. A woman should n't be touching me between my second joint. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hips squirming.

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

"viva voce ?"

She licked her rim."I found it 's the Charles Herbert Best way on such a young girl."

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

I squawked when her helping hand grasped my buttocks. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring audio. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly smile was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, perfect lustfulness as she stared down at my naked sex. Her rightfield hand slid down my buns and between my peg. 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 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 pussycat. 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 folds again.

It was so wicked. Sinful. I had heard the word of honor sapphic whispered of unloosen women who engaged in such debauch behavior with each early. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maid 's mouth for sinful pleasure.

And now the nanny used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my lips as she licked again. So slow. My articulatio coxae shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her soupcon. But it was out of the question. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood of effervescent delectation. It tingled through me, bringing More lewd groan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the wonderful delight of gamahuche, as the French people so wickedly scream it. The C. H. Best way to relieve a young cleaning lady 's hysterics and give her the loss she craves."

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

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

I did n't desire to serve. My boldness burned as my organic structure moved. Juices dripped out of my depth and into her hungry mouth. A lewd fragrance filled my nose, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful lips. Her tongue licked and flicked, caressing all my wicked folds.

"Is n't this the most loathly, marvelous matter you 've felt ?"she asked.

I bit my lip, refusing to make any More randomness. I indirect request my body would n't betray me, but it loved the lewd hotshot. My pelvic girdle moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her licking spit. The ripple bubbled through me, stimulating my soundbox and leaving aflutter with delight.

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

"I asked you a interrogative, you piffling strumpet. Do you bang being gamahuched by me."

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

"commodity,"she moaned between lap."I love stimulating a Brigham Young girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such tremendous perceptiveness and feels. You are a tasty fry. Such sweet innocent. A virgin is always the unspoiled to enjoy."

Her words were so wicked. faulty. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her spit licked all over while her finger's breadth stroked my thighs and up to my seat. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the ace adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved lower. She found my button again. She sucked it into her oral cavity. Her tongue prodded and played with it in a most satisfying fashion. I shuddered as she circled my footling nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

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

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my optic and groaned. I surrendered to the bliss. 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 crack through me.

What was about to happen ?

Her every lick of her tongue grew it. It was like a flora and her stimulation the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every rattling pleasure. I groaned and ripple. What would take place when it ripened ?

"nanny Paige, somethings happening."

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

"Orgasm ?"I gasped.

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

My impending orgasm swelled interior of me. My stooge clenched as I groaned through my dentition. I shivered. I was so fill up to it ripening. I wanted to find out what would encounter. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a rush. Paroxysms of cloud nine burst inside of my pussy. The bubbling delight rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by X I did not know was possible to archive. It was glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her spit licked me and salute the fluids pouring out of my Pres Young sex.

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

She took a final poke and then giggled,"You 're welcome, nestling. Now get attire. Your consistent awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her lips and chin. My wicked juice. She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my scent, 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 wrong. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so aware of my naked physical structure. The Lord was raging with me.

I reached the neatly folded cumulus of my school uniform. On top was a underbodice, but it had no straps or buckles to attached the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two half-slip, stockings, my dress, and a pair of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the underbodice, hiding my lewd body. My nipples were still unvoiced and tingled against the piano linen of the underbodice. It had no sleeve and only fell a few inch past my back end. The stockings were grey-haired. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garter to keep them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoat were frilly and fell down to my ankle. utmost, I pulled on my dress, a gray wench and lily-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 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 count at the sinful lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bored facial expression on her face that vanished as she rushed over and seized my hands.

"So, did she treat you for hysterics ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

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

"It was unholy,"I gasped.

"Oh, no,"she said."You ca n't say that. It 's not a sin. It 's just helping each former out. womanhood suffer from hysteric. It makes us all aflutter and unable to pore. The teacher 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. Things are different. Hysterics only affect age woman. And you do n't need your schooling to suffer, right ?"

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

"How was it sinful ?"

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

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a medical checkup treatment. She even dildos to cause us. Those are medical puppet. Just because it felt wonderful does n't entail it 's a sin. OK ?"

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

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

I was given a turn of the school day. The schoolroom were on the first few floors with the top ones devoted to the student dorms. Each floor had its own central sitting room with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other young lady of my trading floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with ash-blonde whisker falling in plaited gold braid down her book binding."A pleasance to encounter you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat following to Peony, a quietly missy. She did not speak a lot and tended to keep her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, green eyes. Phoebe had a darker skin color, an almost exotic dramatis personae from her foreign heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to schooltime by her parents. Jeane was the tall daughter, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost uncorrectable mane about her moderately fount. Darcy had a Brobdingnagian, pink bow keeping her hair back, and Calophyllum longifolium was a curly-haired blonde that had the cutest pregnant chad when she smiled. I did n't catch all the early fille epithet, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at dissimilar grouping of love life seats and chair, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say young woman Northrup likes to spank young lady when they get out of line of credit. Bare rump and everything,"Maria laughed."Imagine that. rightfulness there in front line of the class 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 learn ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, Miss Tabitha."

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

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

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no dubiety that would get her in problem, so I put a handwriting on her wrist joint and asked,"Any other teacher who are slope towards embodied punishment."

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

"You mean ... she enjoys staring at our bare derriere ?"

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

My look blushed.

Tabitha leaned over."Like I told you, very keen on helping each other out with that female trouble. I would n't listen Geneva 's natural language 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 footing finding new direction to amuse ourselves. There was no terminus, but there was a library to search on the start floor full phase of the moon of record, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the rear, and had a expert hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, naked nymph from Greek mythology that decorated the various zigs and zag. other girls played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its Mar towards the Western celestial horizon before we had our fortune to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great hall, located on the first floor in the wing opposite of the depository library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in need of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to wait a mutual round of finger and oral examination stimulant that both scared me and made my breadbasket aflutter.

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

She placed her mitt on my thigh, rubbing it through the layers of my dame and petticoats. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her low-spirited eyes and the way her smile curled the turning point of my rim increased the tingling kerfuffle between my thighs. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so haywire. It had to be. I could n't address 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 dark, the stars rising command overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the school atop its hill. I darted into the dark, rushing past the hedge maze and to the mound edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so wooden-headed, washing up the Alfred Hawthorne like waves on the beach.

I needed the cool air to settle down my consistency 's heat. What was wrong with this shoal ? instructor who wanted to larrup their bookman 's bare bottoms. missy aegir to lick early girl 's pussies to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A hotshot fell. It blazed bright across the world, streaking in from the easterly skyline. I gasped, watching it 's advancement. It did n't extinguish in a bingle marrow beat like to the highest degree falling superstar, but kept burn. It grew low and turn down, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two steps back. My feet slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my backside, flinching as the star hurled closer. I could hear the boom of its fierce combustion. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A aloud boom exploded disk overhead. Glass rattled back at the fashion. A great wind rushed over me, whipping up my dame. I turned my head to watch 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 sum hammered as I stood. I made a want and the mavin fell nearby. It was favorable. I had to go and collect it, then my wish would number true and this foreign school would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, green middle and breathy whispers of shared pleasure, no Sir Thomas More nurse bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no Sir Thomas More whispers of the Sapphic sexual perversion shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

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admonition beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her facile eyes and touched a control, shutting off one of the detector with her tentacle. Another brought up the legal injury report. The text appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed systems 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 core. It could n't fall into the possession of the primitives who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that applied science. As she read the account, a new alarm blared.

A propinquity alarm.

One of the natives approached.

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My heart rhythm as I moved through the thickset fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or pelage to stave off the cold moistness. An oscillating light flared and dyed with a foreign regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was odd. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The Mary Jane at me feet grew blackened. And then clumps of dirt and rock'n'roll lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a pinnacle. The ground grew more and more than disturbed until a small lip of grunge formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

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

What was this thing ?

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

What should I do ?

A red light flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a cockeyed beam of light that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My invertebrate foot shifted on the edge of the crater. The dirt shifted beneath my infantry. I let out a yelp of fear as my substructure slipped into the depressive disorder, rock-and-roll cascading before me. My weapon pinwheeled in a vain attempt to restrain my balance.

Then I pitched head-first into the crater. I gasped as I bounced down the position. I rolled right at a large John Rock jutting out of the crater floor and—

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Merita gasped as the indigen 's head teacher struck a protruding careen. The sickening compaction was audible through the skin of the noncitizen 's craft. The ships warning electron beam, instead of scaring off the native, 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 improver, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to palsy of her stallion consistence, including her lungs. She will strangle in several minutes."

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

"That is a misdemeanour of the Treaty of Primitive species, Article 7, Paragraph 93, Section B."

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

"Likelihood of succeeder is slim without soldering, which is in rape of the accord of Primitive Species, Article 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"Override,"Merita said, staring at the poor native 's face, her foreign, lily-livered tentacles extending from her head. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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

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

Did I hit my straits and dusk unconscious ? Where was I ? And who was staring at me ?

The side was a young girl 's, her heading smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair, and her skin purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire body froze. The girl hovered over me, her body equally naked as mine, her breast diminished hummock, her skin smooth and still very purple. My oculus descended to her long legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My centre raced as I stared up at the faerie girl. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silverish centre and back to her tentacles. I wanted to run off, to scream, to do anything but shiver like an idiot. But I could n't do anything. It was so concentrated to understand.

She had tentacles and majestic skin and silver eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. common and red and aristocratical. Strange beeps and twisting sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical edges around me, where the blinking brightness level did n't cover it.

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

I nodded my head."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 tegument, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart rhythm. It was such a gentle touch. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the bottoms of my breasts.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"

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

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her quiet promontory then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle performing with my nipple. Her rim brushed mine. So smooth. She tasted sweet-scented, like dear. I did n't recognize what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my sass. I let her as I lay stiff beneath her. A arcsecond tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her body. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her hard nipples pressed into my breasts. She kissed me grueling, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my nipple, brushing it and stroking it. Every metre it did, wonderful shiver rippled out of me. Like with nanny Paige earlier today, my consistence responded to the touching. The passion swelled in my pussy, hysterics needing satisfaction.

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

I wanted her to touch me. It was so unusual. The faerie must have me bewitched. A lust magical spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my blazonry wrapping about her consistence. I stroked her placid 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 bang sex since my scans show you are a virgin."

"Scans ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my slit now, the end brushing where my inner second joint met my groin. Just so close.

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

I stroked her lower dorsum, rightfield where the swell of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth hard. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger circle her lower back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet sheepfold of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her early outgrowth. The contract tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folds. My juices flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonder delight shooting through my eubstance. I heaved beneath her, my hip joint undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to save me comfortable.

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

"Taste ?"

"Yes, yes. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your succus. So sweet-smelling. 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 snatch. My center widened. I was about to fall behind my virginity, not to my hubby or even a handsome stableman, but to a female fey 's tentacle.

She smiled at me."What a sweet natural endowment 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 figure, 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 foresighted and narrow. It wiggled and roll interior of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. Delightful pleasure rippled through me. My case clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her body writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my left thigh. She smeared her shape 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 wonderful 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 button was hard against me. Her smooth-spoken eyes fluttered."I ... I ... could lick your kitty ... and ... and cure your hysterics."

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

I nodded my head word and licked my lips. Her tentacle felt so howling inside of me. It did n't feel ill-timed with Merita like it had with Nurse Satchel Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a dreaming. I had wandered into the humanity of fairyland and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to palpate 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 visual sense of her hairless kitty-cat. Her lips were a deep purple. Juices coated her bod and a flowery scent filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my venter while her thigh went around my principal. Her flowery musk filled my nozzle. 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 delight surged through my torso."Oh, yes, get 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 slit. My tongue probed into her delicate folds. She had a yap, like mine, my clapper wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

It really did n't count right now. I pressed my sass into her plica as my pussy clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her other tentacles slithered across my body, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the superstar rushing to my pussy.

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

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

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

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my pussy. She grew excited. She tremble 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 heart shut. And then the fit of joy burst in my depths. My pussy convulsed about her wondrous tentacle as the tremendous waves of pleasure rippled through my body.

They reached my mind, bathing my senses in delectable exaltation. I sucked so difficult on her button. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming rampart of my pussy, feeding the delicious sensations rippling through me.

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

My delight peaked. My brain bathed in exaltation. Her sentiment poured into me.

Such a wonderful miss. Her pussy look amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So wonderful. Oh, yes. She 's everlasting. She 's the one.

Our sentiment merged. She echoed through my mind. My digit dug into her back. They sank into her figure. She melted down into me. I gasped, my middle widening as her eubstance flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in awe as I watched her purplish flesh melt into mine until she was gone.

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

To be continued ...
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