Boarding School Encounter
Chapter Two : Henrietta Possessed by the Lesbian noncitizen
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

"... henrietta ..."

The deliquium voice called to me as I floated through swarthiness. It was feminine, conversant.

"... henrietta ..."

The voice grew a little louder, whispering across the vacuum. I tried to move my body, but I did n't sustain one. That should scare me, but it did n't. I imagined I frowned as I struggled to understand what was happening.

"... henrietta ..."

I was at Kensington Boarding School overwhelmed by all the strange, new sensation. My idea darted from nurse Satchel Paige 's"medical treatment"when she cured my hysterics by licking me to a wonderful orgasm to my new acquaintance Tabitha hinting we would"therapeutic"each early of hysterics in the iniquity of our room tonight. It had frightened me. I knew it was a sin to touch another woman like that.
A lesbian sin.

"... Henrietta ..."

And then I fled the school out into the evening fog. The falling headliner had crashed into the earth and I found it, a silver egg. Then I fell into the Crater, tumbled down the James Jerome Hill, and ... woke up inside. There the purple fairy named ... Merita had ... had ...

She molested me with her tentacles. She touched me. Caressed me. And made me experience so well. convulsion of joy had exploded inside of me as we humped together. Her tentacles had wormed into my physique, taking my virginity.

"... Henrietta ..."

And then she had merged into me. The fairy had sunk into my human body and ... and ... the darkness had crashed down on me. It had been too a great deal to take.

"... Henrietta ..."

That voice ... It belonged to the fairy. Merita.

"Henrietta."

It came through clearly. It sounded alien, her mouth not quite pronouncing the audio right. It was an stress I had never heard before. London was a cosmopolitan city. One of the first to get electrical energy. traveler across the British people Empire passed through its port. And I had never heard the like.

"Henrietta, check ignoring me. It 's hunky-dory. You do n't have to be afraid."

passion engulfed my body. I did still have a organic structure. I was n't just a knowingness floating in an uncreated void. The warmth drew me away from the nullity. Merita 's voice guided to me, beckoning to me. I followed the fairy 's give-and-take and opened my eyes.

I was still in a void.

Only in this emptiness I had a organic structure. I blinked as I floated through a darkness Sir Thomas More downright than any I had ever encountered. And yet I could see my defenseless body as bring in as if sunshine lit them. But there were no shadows. My small chest and hard nipples did n't deflect the light, creating patterns.

"It 's okay,"Merita whispered.

Her tentacles were wrapped about me, purple against my ivory cutis. The end of one played idly with the blond curls covering my pudenda. A hot shudder ran through my body. A hysteric itching formed between my thighs, aching for nursemaid Paige 's"checkup treatment."I squirmed as I felt Merita pressed up behind me, her breasts pocket-sized, her nipple hard. Her implements of war wrapped about me, hands clasped over my stomach as she nuzzled her hairless face against my neck.

"Shhh, it 's okay. You were overwhelmed. That 's to be expected from such a archaic species."

"Primitive ?"I squawked.

"Well, yes. You have just discovered electrical energy. You are decades away from utilizing the electromagnetic spectrum for communication. You 're only playing around with the most canonical of computational machines. The primary means of transport is animal based."

"We have trains."

"Yes, burning coal. Not even refined rock oil has spread much."

"I do n't read. Are n't you from my earth ?"I paused."No, you fell from the sky, fairy."

"Fairy ..."Merita said the Word slowly."No, no. I am not a mythical creature who plays antic on your race. I am ..."She hesitated."extraterrestrial is the skillful Logos in your language."

"You 're from another country ?"

"Planet."Merita 's bridge player flew out and the world blurred. A blueing sphere appeared, painted with white, downy chip and dotted with land that was a mix of green-brown and ... My optic widened."Is that ... Earth ?"

"From orbital cavity. Your kind are a century away from the most rude technology to see this,"she said."This is your major planet. Earth."

"Are you from Red Planet then ? Or Venus ?"An excited haul jumped into my articulation."Is that why you 're so beautiful and naked ? Because you 're from genus Venus ?"

"Why would that ... ?"She squirmed against me."No, no. I am not even from your solar system but from another star."

My eyes widened as the world zoomed. My tum lurched as earth flew away, dwindling to a lowly point. Then the sun became a small dot. We hurtled by whizz and flew through cloud of colorful junk. My eyes widened as we stopped before a blue-blooded hotshot, a hazy, orange planet hanging before it.

"That 's my home."

"So you 're not a faerie but an ... an alien from another planet ?"It was too much to conceive. I squirmed."And you came to my planet in your egg."

"Spaceship."She hesitated."I crashed, actually. There was a misadventure. I 'm stuck here until I can indemnify my ship. If I can remedy my ship."

I bit my lip."And where are we ?"

"In your mind. You passed out when I merged with your body. I 'm inside you now. I guess I 'm possessing you, though that 's not quite right-hand. You 're spoken language is so limited."

"Sorry."Then a flare pass of outrage shot through me."No. I 'm not. English is a perfectly good spoken language. And what do you mean by monomania ? Are you controlling my consistency ?"

"No, no. I had to mix with you. Do you remember falling down the crater ?"

I nodded my head.

"well, you broke your neck. You would have died if I did n't hand over you help. I sent nanomachines into ..."She sighed."You do n't fuck what nanomachines are, of track ?"

I shook my head.

"well, they 're lilliputian ... automatons. And they are inside of you fixing the wound, but your soundbox 's immune arrangement rejected them. They have n't fixed you yet, only created temporary cheek so you can move and breathe and not die. If I did n't merge with you, your dead body would have rejected the help and died. So long as we 're one, the nanomachines will fix you."

"Are you sure you 're not a fagot ?"I asked, my psyche reeling. Immune arrangement ? Little automaton inside of me. Like those windup toys clockmakers build ?"Because that sounds like magic."

"It 's not. It 's science. Very, very advanced science."

"And you 're in me now ?"

"Uh-huh."

"And this is all my imaging ?"

"Yes it is."

"This is a short much. I mean ..."I swallowed."What if I 've gone crazy ? I did hit my head."

"Would your imaging ever produce a purple-skinned extraterrestrial being with tentacles. Tentacles that do this ?"

I gasped as the tentacle playacting with my gilded pubic hair's-breadth slid down between my leg and rubbed at my pussy. Pleasure tingled through me. My folds instantly grew wet as the rubbery process stroked me. My pap ached and I squirmed, suddenly so aware of her nipples poking me in the back.

Hard nipples.

"No,"I gasped, her tentacle massaging my clit. My eyes widened as the pleasure raced through me."I do n't remember my imagination could issue forth up with something ... so ... so strange. Oh, my. That 's ..."

"Amazing,"she purred, her voice Eskimo dog."Mmm, you are beautiful. Your tomentum is so wonderful."

Her tentacle brushed one of my blonde pigtails. I only answered with a moan, trembling as she rubbed harder and harder at my button. My toes curled as I squirmed again. Her touch was luscious, teasing me, stroking me, driving me so wild.

"Y-you 're making me find so strange. You 're causing me to have hysterics."

"Such a curious way to say you 're turned on,"Merita purred, her tongue licking my ear."I like it. I 'll cure your hysterics, yes. I 'll make you cum. Relax you so you can ascertain wakefulness again."

I let out a moan as her tentacle moved from my clitoris to my pussy. It rubbed up and down against my wet flesh. The joy rippled out of my sex and through my torso. I gasped, arching my rachis, pressing into her breasts. Her lips nibbled on my ear then she nuzzled at my cervix, kissing and licking, while her other tentacles caressed my body.

It was marvellous. Everywhere her tentacles brushed me sent tingling rushes across my pelt. They caress my breadbasket and thighs, my implements of war and chest. One wrapped about my pocket-size boob, squeezing it, exciting my tit at the tip. Her tentacle 's tip flicked at my hard nipple.

I gasped,"Merita."

"Yes, yes, just enjoy. Let us 'cure'each other. Mmm, you are such a beauty. You make me sense all hysterical and in need of such angelical release."

"Yes,"I moaned in agreement, her tentacle rubbing harder at my pussy.

My juices slicked her tentacle. It slid faster and faster up and down my pussy. My eyes fluttered at the wonderful pleasure that coursed through me. I moaned again, another spasm rushing through my body.

And then her lips kissed around to the back of my neck. They were so lenient and warm and wet. Everywhere they touched me sent flutters of joy through my body. My digit clenched as she kissed lower, reaching my spine, following it down between my shoulder sword. She licked and nuzzled, teasing me.

It was delicious.

"Merita,"I groaned."Oh, your tentacles ... Your touch ... They 're wonderful. Oh, yes. Oh, wow. I did not imagine such delights could exist."

"And I am so glad to contribution them with you."

Her sassing kissed lower. I trembled every time she took a quick lick up my spine. I shivered, the sensations running all the way down to my pussy teased by her tentacle. Others played with my teat, flicking them and rubbing obtuse circles about them. Her tentacles constricted about my body, squeezing and relaxing as Merita grew more excited.

She had four tentacles. Two played with my teat and the tierce wiggled at the entrance of my kitty-cat. The fourth brushed my lips. I kissed it, savoring the rubbery texture. My tongue licked out, swirling about it.

"Yes,"moaned Merita."Oh, I like it when you do that."

"This ?"I asked with a giggle. I swirled my tongue about her tentacle then kissed the tip, sucking briefly."

"Yes."Her phonation was so throaty. She nuzzled at my lower back, her hands stroking my sides as I kissed and nibbled on the tip."So ripe. You are marvellous, Henrietta. I hope all your wash are as loving."

They were n't. Our men could be so barbaric. They lacked the gentle souls of my sex. Merita had the Lapp feminine, soft energy. She was n't brutish. She cared about me. She caressed me and loved me. I trembled as her tentacle wiggled into my pussy, deflowered by her earlier.

I gasped as she filled my hot, wet deepness. Her tentacle flap interior of me. It swelled and constricted, stretching me all-embracing heart-to-heart. My mouthpiece opened spacious as I groaned. Her other tentacle slid into my mouth. I sucked on it and moaned as she fucked her appendage into my pussy.

"Ooh, I love the look of your cunny wrapped about my tentacle."

I shuddered at her word. It was so cute and dirty all at the Saame prison term. Cunny. My cunny contracted on her pussy as her lips nuzzled depleted down my trunk. Her hands slid down, stroking my pelvis then the buttock of my cheek. I gasped as she pried them apart.

And then her mouth nuzzled down into my quip. I shuddered in the embracing of her tentacles as she worked closer and closer to my anatomical sphincter. Did n't she know how dirty it was there ? What was she doing ? Why would she lick me there ?

I gasped about the tentacle fuck in and out of my mouth as her tongue swirled about my puckered sphincter. My fanny clenched, trying to pinch shut but her fingers kept them pried apart. She giggled, her tentacle fucking deeper into my kitty-cat as she tongued me.

"Mmm, such a sourness, earthy flavor. I like the taste of your ass, Henrietta. So good."

I could only wriggle and moan as she wiggled her tongue like a lowly tentacle into my bowel. My eyes widened. I sucked so surd on her tentacle reaming my mouth while my pussy clenched on the outgrowth sliding in and out of my wet depths.

joy stirred inside of me. The flutter of my hysteric grew as the foul esthesis of her tongue probing my sphincter merged with her tentacle pleasuring my cunny. I trembled, my tit aching against her other appendages.

I wanted to scream out my growing pleasure.

"Mmm, yes, so tasty,"she moaned between licks."And your pussycat is growing so hot and wet. Are you going to cum ? Have your paroxysm ? Am I about to cure your hysterics ?"

If I could verbalise, I would throw shouted :"Yes."

All the deviant sensations built in the core of my sex. My optic rolled back in my headspring as I trembled. My cunny clenched and relaxed on her undulating tentacle. Strange, burning pleasure radiated from my bowels. My nipples ached. And her tentacle felt so quick and rubbery in my rima oris, such a joy for my tongue to caress.

"Oh, you 're curing my hysterics, too,"moaned Merita."Oh, yes. Let 's cum together."

I gasped about her tentacle as she reamed my cunny faster. She locked her lips about my sphincter muscle, sucking. I bucked in her bosom. Her digit caressed my side. Her tentacles flicked my nipples. howling wiz crashed through me.

I came.

Awe inspiring paroxysms of delight spasmed out of my cunny. My flesh convulsed about her tentacle as the waves of bliss washed through me. I groaned as she cured my hysterics. The ecstasy reached my intellect. Stars danced through the dark void as I trembled.

"Yes, yes, yes, so beneficial,"moaned Merita."Keep sucking on my tentacle while your cunny massages the early. Oh, Henrietta. You 're so amazing. I love your torso. Oh, yes. Oh, wow."

We cured each former 's hysterics. It was amazing. I trembled and gasped. The joy peaked in me. I floated on it, held by her tentacles, then groaned as the bliss receded. I shuddered a final time, my cunny catching on her withdrawing appendage.

Her tentacle popped out of my oral fissure."Oh, Merita, oh, wow."I was so wonderfully stock. Lethargic. I buzzed, the fluttery sentience gone from my belly."That was so lots salutary than Nurse Paige curing my hysterics."

"trade good,"Merita grinned. She had floated around me, now facing me. She pressed her body to mine, breast to breast, cunny to cunny, backtalk to lips.

We kissed. I closed my eyes, her arms and tentacles holding me. My bridge player stroked her dorsum up to her bald mind, loving how she felt as I humped my cunny into her kitty. My clitoris ached. The hysteric flutters built in my stomach again.

"Merita,"I panted, breaking our kiss."I think I need to be cured again."

She beamed at me."I think I need it, too. Want to lick each other 's cunnies ?"

My optic widened. I remembered the pleasure of nurse Paige licking through mine. It had felt so wonderful and wicked. I knew it was unseasonable if we did it. But was this even real ? It was like a dream. I could n't sin in my dreams.

"Yes !"

I was eagre to taste her. To taste my first pussy. Would she be unlike than a human 's ? Than Tabitha 's ? I trembled as Merita 's tentacles turned us. They still gripped me, caressing me as she hovered over me, her leg cattle farm. I caught my intimation as I stared at the purple sheep pen of her pussy. They were darker than her build, and swollen. Juices glistened and beaded on them.

I felt that Sami, wet heat adorning my own nethers. Were my twat lips swollen like that ? Engorged by my passion ? Was that what caused the flutter itches between my thighs just begging for somebody to touch and ease my hysterics ?

Maybe.

I breathed her in. She smelled flowery, like nectar. I moaned as her tentacles pulled our trunk together. Her thighs slipped around my mind and her headway slipped between my thighs. I felt her warm breathing time caressing my pussy.

I groaned and hugged her with my coat of arms. I caressed her back as my nipples pressed into her stomach. Her mammilla rubbed on mine. I licked my mouth, staring at her kitty-cat, wanting to lap her, but I was scared. Was there a certain why do it ? What if I did n't care it ? What if she did n't like it ? A million questions shot through my mind.

And then were banished by her licking tongue.

I groaned,"Merita,"as her tongue slid through my crimp. It was a slow, gentle lick. It was so different from her rubbery tentacles. Her tongue was smaller, wetter. I gasped as she brushed the entrance to my snatch before pushing her spit in like she had into my bowels.

The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned and pulled harder on her, forcing her pussy lips against my mouth. I tasted her. Flowery and sweet. My knife licked out through her folds. My eyes widened. My finger tightened on her back as I slid through her folds. She tasted marvellous. Her juice were thicker than urine, almost creamy. They clung to my lips and dribbled down my chin as I licked her again and again.

She sighed into my pussy. That encouraged me. I was doing it right. She liked what I did. It pleased her. I pleased her. I licked and tongued through her pussy. Faster, growing more bold, more certain the more she squirmed and moaned.

"Henrietta,"she sighed.

Oh, it was wonderful earreach my name from her voice. My thigh pressed on her round, publicise psyche as her tongue dug deep into my kitty-cat. She flicked my clit and grand sparks exploded through me.

I had to return the party favour. I found her clit and licked the empurpled nub. It throbbed against my tongue and she shuddered and shivered. She sucked harder on my nub, licking me, loving me. It was amazing. I slid my hands up to apprehend her ass as I sucked her clitoris into my backtalk. I nibbled on it, loving how she bucked and responded.

"Henrietta, yes,"she moaned, squirming as I kneaded her posterior. I loved how her boldness felt in my helping hand. I clenched, pulling her pussy down on me and shoving my tongue into her mess. She was n't a virgin like I had been.

Had another girl-alien 's tentacles taken her virginity, or had she lain with a boy-alien ? I hoped it was a girl-alien.

Her lapping spit drove that thought from my intellect. She slid through my folds then nibbled on my brim. I gasped and shuddered, squirming more, drinking in the sense. I copied her, sucking on her labia, driving her wild.

"Oh, Merita, you 're howling,"I groaned, her tentacles stroking my back.

"You, too. You taste amazing. So different than my people. So scented and salty."

"You taste like flowers."

She giggled then rammed her lingua oceanic abyss into my pussy, fucking it in and out of me. I gasped and bucked, pressing my nipples hard into her stomach. wonderful flutters shot through me down to my pussy. My fingerbreadth clenched on her asshole.

Then I smiled as I licked through her folding. My finger ventured in between her butt-cheeks. I found her sphincter muscle, touching it, not caring that it was dirty. We were in a ambition. zippo here was tangible. null here was a sin.

"Henrietta,"she gasped, her voice wonderfully throaty, as I wormed my finger into her bowel. My finger sank up to the knuckle. She was so tender and blind drunk and unsmooth. She clenched down on it."Oh, yes. That 's so wicked. I love it. I love having my ass played with."

"I enjoyed it, too."

She giggled then we went back to licking each other while I fingered her arsehole. I wormed my tongue deep into her pussy as my finger pumped faster and faster in her. She squirmed Sir Thomas More and more, clenching on my dactyl and moaning into my pussy.

The way she shuddered on me made me so excited. The imminent paroxysm swelled interior of me. My orgasm. My cum. She tongued my cunny faster and faster. She flicked my button as she squirmed on me.

"Are you going to cum, Merita ?"I asked."Am I curing your hysterics ?"

"Yes,"she husked between lap."I 'm going to cum so intemperately. Oh, yes. Oh, wow, Henrietta."

A flowage of her juice squirted out of her pussy and splashed into my face. I opened my backtalk, the warm, ornate nectar filling my mouth. Her bowels spasmed about my finger as she bucked and shuddered atop me. I drank down her succus, marveling that she could farm so much, while I held her.

My inflammation mounted as she moaned into my cunny. She squirmed and spasmed on me, grinding her pussy against my sass. Her flood slowed and then she kept licking me, eagre to give me such pleasure.

"Cum for me, Henrietta,"she panted between febrile clout."You gave me such an coming. Let me repay the favor. eject your juices into my mouth. I love them."

Her tentacles stroked my back faster and faster. I loved the tactile property of them. I groaned, my toes curling as her tongue whipped my cunny to a froth. My orgasm built in my astuteness, a fantastic passing to cure my hysterics.

"Oh, Lord, this is puzzle,"I panted."Oh, yes. I ... I ..."

"Cum,"she moaned and flicked her knife over and over against my clitoris.

My body spasmed. My pussy clenched. Pleasure fit in the profoundness so of my cunny. I moaned into her sugared sex as the paroxysms filled my dead body. I came so hard. I bucked and shuddered, the pleasure crashing into my thinker and ...

... carried me off into marvellous darkness.

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Merita smiled as the populace she constructed in Henrietta 's mind to ease her into their new situation faded. She turned around, her dream-body buzzing with the pleasure of her orgasm. Henrietta floated naked, her body pallid and lovely, blond pigtails hovering in the weightless void.

"You are such a beautiful daughter,"Merita said, stroking her buff with hands and tentacles."I love your breasts. So small and cute."She could n't resist leaning down and sucking on a nipple.

Henrietta mewled, floating on the seventh heaven of her orgasm. Merita smiled and kissed her lover on the lips. Then she sighed and waited for Henrietta to wake-up. Merita 's thoughts turned to her problem. She was stuck in Henrietta 's body until the fille healed. And her starship was broken. And an important firearm had fallen off.

If a human being found the core first ...

Merita shuddered to think what would hap.

The world grew fainter and fainter as Henrietta came nearer and close to consciousness. Merita hugged Henrietta 's dream body and smiled as the universe of discourse faded. Merita merged into Henrietta 's mind, occupying a small corner as the daughter 's eyes fluttered clear.

*That 's it, * whispered Merita to her buff and master of ceremonies. *Open your eye. It 's okay. Do n't be afraid. I 'm in you. *

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I opened my eyes, obeying Merita 's voice whispering in me.

I gasped, my substance racing. I was back in the egg—no, her spaceship—and everything beeped. sparkle blinked. What did they all mean ?

*They 're just alarms. My ship is broken and the computer is trying to let me know. *

"Okay,"I said."You can read my idea ?"

*Of track. I 'm in your mind. Merita laughed. I 'm with you. Do n't worry. The ship is n't in danger. But it is missing a piece. We 'll want to find that. *

"What ?"I swallowed."Find what ?"

*The core. It 's broad of nanomachines. *

"Those thing keeping me awake ?"

*Yes. They can ... modify things. Mold things. If a man is exposed to them without a estimator to head them ... * Merita shuddered in my head. *Well, it would be bad. Do you see the panel to your right wing near the butt ? It has three green lights and a flashing ruby one. *

I scanned across all the assorted instrument panel and lights, searching for the one she said. I bit my lip and then noticed the flashing red. *Yes, I see it, Merita. *

prototype flashed through my mind of Merita pressing the greenish clit in a sealed chronological sequence. *Just do that. okay. It 'll pull out the scanner. And then we 'll go discover it. *

*What, tonight ? * I asked as I punched in the buttons. *It 's dark out. I ca n't do that. I have to get back to the schoolhouse. I 'll be in plenty trouble as it is for being out so late. *

*Trouble ? schoolhouse ? *

*Yes ! * My philia fluttered. *How do I get out of here ? *

*But the core. *

*I 'll determine time to help you seek, okay ? But not tonight. I 'll get in trouble. Please, I do n't want to get a spanking. * Especially not after hearing some of the instructor would conduct advantage after a spanking, touching their students inappropriately, curing their hysterics.

Doing what Merita and I had done in the dream.

*Being discipline does n't voice that bad, * purred Merita.

I blushed. She could study all my thoughts. I did n't like that one bit.

*Sorry. It ca n't be helped. *

I sighed. This was proficient than death. Probably. *How do I get out of here ? *

Merita flashed instruction through my thoughts. I climbed out and the cold air blastoff through me. I was naked. My wear gone, stripped off of me and stored in the ship. Merita showed me how to recollect them, and I dressed, my dentition chattering and my feet dancing, as fast as I could. The fog was so duncish. It covered everything.

The last thing I did was release on what Merita called a"cloak."list over through the hatch, I punched in the commands on the console. And then I jumped back as the hatch closed. It sealed shut and the egg rippled, wavered, and then was gone.

I squeaked in fearfulness. I reached out and felt it. My handwriting slid over nothing.

*Do n't you need to get to the school ? * Merita asked, her voice testy. *If you have prison term to stroke the outside of my ship, maybe you have time to go find the magnetic core. It ca n't be too far away. I hope. *

"No, no,"I gasped out loud. I put the scanner into a pocket in my skirt than hurried out of the Crater. The ground crumbled beneath my feet. I held my chick up so I did n't trip on them. Then I reached the top and ran, still holding my skirts.

I was surprise I was n't winded when I reached the school. The lights of the oil lamps in the windows made the school glow in the fog, illuminating it. I followed the lighter and reached the back door. I smoothed my skirt, only a little flushed from my exertion, and strode inside, my stomach twisting.

I hope I was n't in tro—

"Etta !"

I yelped in shock. The charge up voice of Tabitha greeted me. She jumped to her feet from her seat at one of the dining room tables and rushed across the empty room to me, her red fuzz bouncing about her articulatio humeri. A relieved grin cattle ranch across her freckled impertinence. Her arms threw around me, hugging me tight.

I could n't avail but be aware of the soft flavor of her small tit pressing on mine. I blushed to my roots and squirmed in her exuberant embrace.

"I was so worried about you,"she said."Ooh, I tried to follow, but you were so straightaway and the fog was so thick. I had no idea where you went. Whatever was incorrectly ?"

"I ..."So often had happened, I struggled to think of why I had even run out into the nighttime. Discovering that a lesbian unknown with tentacles had crushed behind our schoolhouse then possessed my body was intemperately enough to deal with."I just ... needed air. You know, a Nice evening constitutional, as my father would put it."

"In this fog ?"Tabitha shook her mind."wellspring, Etta, I 'm just glad you 're okay."

*Why does she call you Eta ? * asked Merita.

*It 's a unknown way to create a diminutive of Henrietta. *

*Diminutive ? *

*People with tenacious names often get them shortened as pet names or soubriquet, usually used by people close to you. Friends, family. *

*Oh. Interesting. *

*I wish she would use my name 's proper diminutive, which his Hettie or Ettie. * I sighed.

"Are you okay, Etta ?"Tabitha cocked her head."You look like you 're concentrating on a mathematical equation. schooltime has not started yet. No need for such fierce concentration."

"Sorry, just ... thinking. Everything that 's happened today is so ... new. So strange. Honestly, I 'm a overwhelmed."

"I understand. Let 's get to bed, get settled in, and relax. That will serve out."

Before I could answer, the exuberant girl seized my hand and dragged me off behind her. I yelped and hurried after her as we moved through the hallway. Then we climbed the stairs to the fifth floor, top of the schooltime. Tabitha was panting when we reached the top and gave me a curious look.

"Did you do lots of calisthenics at your last school ?"

"No,"I answered as she tugged me down the hall. I frowned but before I could pucker my persuasion, Tabitha had thrown open the door to our room and dragged me in. She closed it behind us.

Our elbow room was small, two layer on either incline with a shared nightstand between. An oil lamp set on it, though it was unilluminated. The lonesome luminance came from the window, dim from the fog. Tabitha struck a match and lit the lamp adjusting the wick to produce a promising flame.

*Such naive technology. What is it burning ? carbon paper fuel ? *

I ignored Merita as Tabitha began unbuttoning her blouse. I should n't be shocked. We were sharing a room, so unclothe together was to be expected. But after indulging in lesbian mania with Merita, I was suddenly so aware of the feminine mannikin and the delights it offered. I caught my intimation as her buttons worked down, exposing her shimmy beneath. She stripped out of her attire, carefully hanging it in the wardrobe on her position of the way. She peeled out of her underskirt and sack, stripping naked before me.

She was so pale, her peel whiter than mine, with freckles dusting her berm and down to her small chest. Firm and rhythm, bigger than mine, with pinko nipple hardened by the gelidity in the elbow room. Her tegument pebbled from the cold as my gaze slid down to the torrid thatch of haircloth between her thighs.

*Ooh, wow, that 's delicious, * Merita moaned. *Your icteric hair—*

*Blonde, * I corrected.

*Your blonde hair is lovely, but that red. So bright. Wow. I 've never seen anything like it. Your backwash is so lucky to bear your unusual pussy pilus. *

*Pubic hair. * My flush intensified.

*Pubic hair, yes. *

A hot itch rippled through me. My snatch grew moist as Tabitha knack over, digging into the chest at the base of her wardrobe. I stared at her round ass, Thomas More flaming pubic hair peeking out between slender thighs. Her snatch hidden. I wanted to queer it. To force aside her curls and lick her. She shifted as she searched then yanked free her nightgown. She pulled over her caput, her consistency shifting as she worked the linen paper down her consistency.

"There,"she said."That 's better. Brr, it 's a fiddling chilly."She turned to face me and blinked."Etta, you got to get naked. And then, I think, I need your help."She flopped onto her bed, her feet sticking out of the bottom of the hanker nightgown, her nipples dimpling the fabric.

"Oh, yes,"I blushed, my finger heading to the clitoris of my blouse.

I worked them down, staring at her feet. Her cute as they wiggled. She ran her hands up and down her nightie, caressing her peg through it. She squirmed, color entering her cheeks as she watched me undress.

Those green centre were on me. They made me tingle more, hysterics building in my nethers. The thrill, the squirms, the aching pauperization to be touched and rubbed until wonderful paroxysm burst inside me, spreading orgasmic delight.

But we were n't in my mind. Out here, it would be a true sin.

*Sin ? Such a crude conception. It 's just sex. Something that you should n't palpate any shame for enjoying. * Merita let out a purring laugh. *I know I felt no ignominy when we made love. When we gamahuched each other. I like that word. *

I turned away from Tabitha as I slipped my blouse off my shoulders, revealing my camisole. The skirt came off, rustling over my lacy petticoats. I bent down, untied my shoes and pulled them off followed by my stockings. The level was cold on my bare toes.

"You 're very pretty,"Tabitha said."You 're going to be such a beautiful woman. I bet all the men want to conjoin you."

"You 're jolly, too,"I answered. Flashes of her red-furred genitalia flared in my nous, obscuring my vision. Merita caused that.

My cunny itched more. I squirmed. I needed to take my hysterics cured. Maybe I could do it myself, rub my clit until I orgasmed. I would waitress for Tabitha to devolve asleep and then abuse myself in silence.

I stripped off my petticoats and camisole, then quickly fished out a night-robe before Tabitha noticed the succus glistening on my second joint, a sure sign of the zodiac I had hysteric in need of curing. I pulled it on over my principal and dashed to my bed.

"hold, Etta."

I turned to my new champion. She bit her lip, squirming."I need your help."

"With ... ?"My question died on my back talk. I remembered her hint from earlier, the ace that sent me fleeing into the Night. She wanted us to"cure"each other 's hysteric. To engage in lesbian sin.

*Sin, * snorted Merita. *Do n't be slow. I can find the desire you have for your friend. She is beautiful. Two female person making sexual love, curing hysteric, is something to be celebrated on my world. There are those of us devoted wholly to that wonder. No male has ever caressed me with his tentacles. *

She said it with such pride as I stared at my friend, her fingers drawing up the hem of her night-robe, exposing Thomas More and more than of her legs."Etta, I really require your assistant. I 'm so out of sorts. All wet and squirmy down there. Can you ... finger me ? I can help you out once you 've cured me. But I need the fit. So badly. And it 's too late to charge the nanny. I wo n't be able-bodied to sleep. And tomorrow is so very important."

The hem slipped higher. I stood rooted, scared and aroused, wanting to go to her and wanting to fly while my eyes could n't look away from her off-white legs. Thomas More and more of her was revealed. And then her pubic haircloth ... So bright against her pale cutis, A beacon, drawing me to her.

"Yes,"I moaned and dashed to her bed, bare fleet slapping on cold stone.

I fell onto my knees onto the hard mattress. My script stroked her thighs, pushing them apart, revealing her fur matted with her excitement, hints of pink peeking through the flushed timber. I breathed in her tangy musk, my mouth salivating.

*Yes, yes, let 's enjoy her together, * moaned Merita.

"Etta,"gasped my friend as I buried my face hungrily into her cunny and licked.

I tongued her. I lapped at her with such ferocity. I was like a starving man finally given a fiesta. My hired hand wrapped about her as I felt her silky pubic hair tickle my olfactory organ and buttock. They were so diffused. And her cunny ...

So wet. So hot. So tasty.

Her tangy juice coated my tongue. I shuddered, my pussy aching as I devoured my friend. My finger's breadth reached down, parting her kitty-cat lips, exposing her folds and the membrane of hide stretched over her pussy 's entrance. I nuzzled at her hymen, poking my tongue a bit through one of the belittled holes before I lapped up to her clitoris.

"Etta,"she gasped."Oh, yes, you 've done this before, you naughty little girl. On who ? A friend from school ? One of the maids in your home ? Who did you cure ?"

"Merita,"I moaned between licks.

"Merita. Ooh, exotic. A maid then ? Was she colored ? A mulatto ?"

"Something like that."My lips sealed on her clit as my digit stroked her twat lips. I did n't want to tattle more. I should n't give birth even mentioned her gens, but I was so caught up in my sinful desires. I knew this was wrongfulness, and somehow that made it even more exciting.

My spit swirled on her clitoris, caressing it like Merita had taught me. The alien whispered in my view, encouraging me, savoring the pleasance. Merita felt it, too. My puss clenched at the revolting affair she whispered in my thoughts.

*That 's it. Lick her, dyke slut. Oh, yes, Henrietta. Yes, yes, yes, Devour her cunny. Make her cum. Cure her hysteric with your naughty cum. Oh, she tastes so unspoilt. Oh, yes. This is so beautiful. Listen to her moan. *

*They 're rattling, * I answered.

"Oh, wow, Etta."Tabitha 's hip joint humped against my sass."Oh, you 're so wonderful. I 'm so glad you 're my friend."

"Me, too."

I licked my lips, cleaning them of her juices before diving into her pussy once more. I nibbled on Tabitha 's sheep pen and licked at her maidenhead again, my nose nuzzling into her fiddling button. Eighteen-years-old and I was turning into a sapphic hussy.

My parents would be horrified.

My cunny clenched again. The hysterical need to be caressed increased. If my fingers were n't busybodied stroking her sheepfold as I licked up to her clitoris, I would thumb myself. I sucked on her clitoris again, loving how she gasped and bucked when I did that.

A throaty moan burst from her sass."Oh, yes, Etta. Oh, yes. I can find it coming. My ... my fit. Yes, yes, cure my hysterics !"

Her voice rose a whole octave as she came, releasing a shrill riot. Her juice flooded tangy out of her kitty-cat. I gulped them down, reveling in the fact I made my Quaker cum. I gave her tribade pleasance. And I loved every instant of it.

*Yes, it is so beautiful, Henrietta. drink her juices. Oh, yes. *

"Etta,"gasped my friend. She arched her back a final sentence."Oh, you wonderful siren."She twined one of my pigtails about her digit."I have to help you out. I have to heal you."

"Yes,"I moaned.

We kissed. It was so wonderful. Her sass were so delicate. I was on top of her, feeling her squirm beneath me, her hand pulling up my night-robe. She nibbled on my lower lip as she bared more than and more than of my legs. Then her hands were caressing me, sending stick delight shooting up to my pussy.

She broke the buss."roster over. I have to lick you. To use my tongue to contribute you such mellifluous relief."

I nodded my headland and rolled onto my back. *Oh, we 're going to savor this, * Merita purred. *It 's her first time. That 's extra. *

*It is, * I agreed.

Tabitha settled between my thighs, her fingers playing with my blond curls."You 're so wet, Etta."

"So were you,"I giggled."When you had your climax, you drenched my face."

"I hope you taste as good as I do."Tabitha licked her lips and lowered her head.

Her first tongue swipe was hesitating, unsure. Then she sighed and licked again. And again. Each one was more surefooted, surer. Her fingers pulled my pussy lips apart, her clapper licking and nuzzling.

"No Hymen. Who did you give it to ?"

"Merita,"I moaned."She pricked my maidenhead."

"With a dildo ?"

"Yes,"I lied."Please, just lick me."

Her tongue pressed into my hole before she licked up to my clitoris. I groaned, a pressure swelling in my cunny. I felt so full, like something grew inside of me. I moaned, arching my rachis as her tongue found my clitoris, sucking, nibbling.

The pressure grew. I groaned. It almost harm. My back arched and then I gasped and it exploded out of my pussycat. Tabitha gasped in impact then she shrieked. She tried to draw out away, but I held her to my pussy.

Not with my hands or legs. My optic widened.

purple tentacles had sprouted from my cunny and wrapped about my friend 's head. Her heart were unfounded with fright.

My heart lurched and the world spun about me. I had tentacles. imperial tentacles. Merita 's tentacles. What was going on ?

To be continued ...