Boarding School Encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the sapphic alien
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her flyspeck space geological fault. She manipulated the controls with her deal and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blue planet before her It filled the curved screen. She was caught in a decaying domain and her engine had malfunctioned.

"I 'm going to break up,"she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. reddish blue scare pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a primitive planet, its denizen thou of age behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an apotheosis place to crash. She would be hard-pressed to find the means or materials to revivify her craft.

But she had no choice. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was hope that they were a large-hearted hoi polloi. She leaned her tooshie back and prepared her ship for collapse landing. It would be hours yet, and several ambit, before her ship made contact with the planets atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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

I peered out the carriage windowpane at the drear moorland. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the jet field of honor, forgetful of the gray trying to swallow them. A unquiet flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the route, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding school my parents had sent me to. baton, our home 's ostler, was my escort. starting time on the railroad train, which had been a noteworthy experience riding it west from London. And now by carriage. I would spend the next few months at the school.

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

Eighteen old age was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my bag in nervous digit as the equipage followed the route 's bender. Through the fog, a building appeared on a pitcher's mound, fuzzed by the fog. visible light glowed in the windowpane, cheery against the drear of the fall countryside. The green lawn clad the hill 's easy slope, dotted with tolerant oak trees for specter. crushed rock crunched beneath the carriage 's wheels as it wound up the drive to the front of the school.

My eye fluttered worse. I took a late breathing time, my small breasts straining against my tight bodice. My paw fumbled on the seat for my cowl. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my sullen traveling dress. I pulled the bonnet over my capitulum and tied it at the scruff, my blond pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was infantile. I loved the simple style, but my mother had taken to criticize it of belatedly. I bit my low-toned lip as the construction grew larger and larger. From a distance, it looked like any former county estate, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both counsel, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The buck neighed as billy goat stopped the carriage before the doors. A maid in a pitch-black wearing apparel, White River apron and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The carriage creaked as the groom dismounted, his flush crunching on the crushed rock. He opened the door, his rough face giving me a comforting smile.

"Young miss,"he said, holding his deal.

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

He knuckled his frontal bone then climbed up the baby buggy to fetch my luggage while I walked up to the maid, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsy, a smiling on her freckled cheek. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smoothen my skirt.

"wellspring, what a pleasure to encounter you, Henrietta,"smiled the amah."I 'm Daisy. You 're the concluding student to arrive for full 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 full 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. Young Tabitha will take you to the school 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to make believe for certain you 're in full health, now do n't we. It 's our obligation to parent your consistency as a good deal as your thinker. But do n't worry your middling head. nanny Paige will take good care of you."

I took a breath and headed to the room access, my reheel kicking thudding on the polished stones mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the cheek hold and my pollex pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a moan onto a well lit foyer, the high windows overhead letting in lot of daylight. I saw no signboard of electricity.

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

A miss my age, with ardent hair, stood in a what could only be the schoolhouse 's uniform—gray skirt, gabardine blouse, a Robert Gray bow at the throat, a smile on her freckled brass, her fiery hair falling in waves about her cheek while blue eyes twinkled with a most impish light.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would release your straw tomentum whitened and put a good deal of colour into your cheeks."

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

"You would not conceive some of the matter that happen at night."

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a fertile laugh."No, no. But I think you 'll get a taste when Nurse 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 have to see. It was invigorating, I will tell you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean value ?

"Now we all eat in the great dorm for breakfast, dejeuner, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting rooms. There are about a hundred girls separated into four dorm and we each have our own session way. The tea is just lovely and a alright metre to slack and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

"goodness affair I ca n't stop,"she laughed,"or this would be the most oil production walk. Imagine only the sound reflection of our place through the hall."

I favored her a tight smile.

"wellspring, 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 nerve warmed."I can. I just ..."

"Have a mouth replete of jam. I get it. I was so pit when I arrived. I thought they entire schooltime must hear my human knee knocking beneath my skirt."

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

"See, a gay time."

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

"Thank you,"I said.

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

I gave a squeak of fright and nodded my head. I did not desire to go along the nurse waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first day. socio-economic class had n't even started yet. I took a deep breathing time and rapped my knuckle thrice on the door.

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

I opened the door and stepped into the soft igniter of the infirmary. Several canopied beds covered in Edward Douglas White Jr. sheets, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a adult female sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark skirts, a motherly smile on her young cheek. She could n't have been Sir Thomas More than ten days my senior. Her blonde tomentum fell in curled ringlet butterfly about her one shot font and splashed semblance onto her olive drab clothes. Her bodice was replete and the skirt 's bustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

I gave a quick curtsy that would cause my governess proud, lifting my skirts and crossing my left foot behind my right hand as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled iron boot thudding on the I. F. Stone floors.

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

Her finger's breadth pinched both my cheeks as I straightened, just the way my spinner Aunt Margarete would. I kept my smile as she nodded her head teacher."Pleased to satisfy you, nursemaid Paige."

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

I blinked and shifted, a spooky tingle running down to my nethers.

"Yes, yes, I bet you are. And that 's perfectly rude for a Edward Young girl like you to be all aflutter. But my examination will calm you down. I have just the technique to avail with any hysteric you might feel."

"hysteric ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a levelheaded, Cy Young girl is sure to postulate relief."She patted my brass again."But first the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my back and worked the button down the strawman of my attire. Underneath, I wore a white combination camisole and bloomers covered in frilly flounce. I slipped my wearing apparel of my shoulders and let it come down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the doll and carefully folded my clothes. Then I removed my petticoats and unlaced my heel shoes. 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 necessity ?"

She nodded her mind."Your uniform awaits. We have our standards for undergarment as well. It all must do off."

I took a deep breathing time and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my draftsman. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my legs, baring my second joint and knee. I pulled them along with my stockings. I gave her a beseeching look.

"Camisole, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my school principal as fast as I could, bearing my modest bosom. It was cold in the office. I pressed my arms and thigh tight together, licking my lip. Her heart fell on my white meat, a minuscule grin rose.

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

"O.K., Henrietta, let 's get your exam out of the way."

Her hands touched my hips and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my feet shuffling along the low temperature, pit floors. Her hands were so strong compared to the air. Her thumbs stroked my human body, brushing my position and sending to-do up and down my body.

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

My cheeks grew even warmer.

"And your bloom reception is quite rapid."She smiled."Relax, you have nothing to palpate ashamed of in here."

I nodded my question, trying to slow down my affection 's beatnik.

She examined me, pressing a listening motor horn to my chest and sounding my heartbeat and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping doodly-squat. It was most unenviable, my breasts bouncing up and down without my underbodice to allow for support, and I was so aware of how lewd it was to spread my second joint so far apart while naked. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she find something awry with my lucky curls ?

Her studying gaze increased the kerfuffle in my nethers. I felt wetter between my thighs when I stopped my exercise, breathing heavily. She listened at my pectus again then her hands rubbed where my throat met my question, right beneath my jaw.

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

"nursemaid Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my tit at the same prison term, her digit sinking into my flesh.

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

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

But her contact on my breasts only made me luxuria.

"Nurse Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

And then her ripe hand slid away, moving down my tummy. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly button, then she went lower. Her fingers brushed the golden curls adorning my pudenda.

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

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

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

"Clitoris stimulation is the considerably way to regale female hysterics,"she said."Any doctor could tell you about this. paroxysm have to be induced. You 'll have it away cumming."

"Cumming ?"

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

I nodded my head. A moan escaped my mouth. Such marvelous flutters shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so awry. A woman should n't be touching me between my thigh. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hips squirming.

"curve over my desk and I will lend oneself oral stimulation."

"oral exam ?"

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

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

I squawked when her hands grasped my buttocks. Her finger dug into my soma as she let out a strange, purring auditory sensation. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly smile was gone. It was something so wicked. luxuria. Pure, unadulterated luxuria as she stared down at my naked sex. Her properly hand slid down my rear and between my legs. She rubbed at my downy hair and then at my pussy.

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

"Like I 'm about to feast on the most delicious cuisine ?"

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my folds. I groaned at the joy rushing out of my slit. I squirmed, her finger's breadth parting me open so her natural language could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the ingress 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 tribade whispered of loosen women who engaged in such debase demeanor with each other. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maid 's backtalk for sinful pleasure.

And now the nursemaid used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my lips as she licked again. So boring. My hips shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to relish her touch. But it was impossible. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood lamp of bubbling pleasure. It tingled through me, bringing more lewd groan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."nil like the wonderful delight of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly visit it. The best way to relieve a Thomas Young woman 's hysterics and give her the release she craves."

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

"puss beating, 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. juice dripped out of my depths and into her hungry lip. A lewd olfactory property filled my nose, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful back talk. Her natural language licked and flicked, caressing all my unholy folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to pass water any more noise. I like my torso would n't lead astray me, but it loved the lascivious esthesis. My hip moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her licking knife. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hired hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp nuisance shooter through my nates to my pussy. I groaned."Nurse ?"

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

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

"Good,"she moaned between biff."I love stimulating a Thomas Young girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful sense of taste and feels. You are a tasty child. Such Sweet innocent. A Virgin is always the intimately to enjoy."

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

And then she moved lower. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her mouthpiece. Her tongue prodded and played with it in a most gratify manner. I shuddered as she circled my little nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige,"I gasped at the sharp hurting which transformed into pleasure.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I surrendered to the bliss. I could n't fight it pleasure swelling inside of me. I shuddered, my fingers scratching at the desk as it grew and grew. I tensed and a sudden care shot through me.

What was about to happen ?

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

"Nurse Paige, somethings happening."

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

"sexual climax ?"I gasped.

"Your release. Your cum. Oh, you shall hump it. You shall be down here every day complaining of hysterics and wanting my cure."She gave a repellant giggle."And I 'll be inclined to give it. Such a fairly pussy. 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 find out what would encounter. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a haste. Paroxysms of walking on air explosion inside of my pussy. The effervescent joy rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by ecstasy I did not live was possible to archive. It was brilliant. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and wassail the fluids pouring out of my unseasoned sex.

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

She took a last biff and then giggled,"You 're welcome, nestling. Now get apparel. Your uniform awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her lips and Kuki. My iniquitous juices. She pulled out a hankie from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my smell, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. guilt seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was legal injury. I looked up at Shangri-la, suddenly so cognizant of my naked body. The Lord was furious with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no straps or warp to attached the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two underskirt, stockings, my garb, and a couplet of sturdy, healed shoe. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd body. My mamilla were still hard and tingled against the gentle linen paper of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inch past my tush. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the supporter to stay fresh them firmly held up to my genu. The underskirt were frilly and fell down to my articulatio talocruralis. finally, I pulled on my dress, a Asa Gray doll and Patrick Victor Martindale White blouse that buttoned securely to my neckline. I adjusted my pigtails so the fell about my shoulders and brushed my skirt.

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

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the elbow room, not wanting to expect at the extraordinary lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bored look on her cheek that vanished as she rushed over and assume my hands.

"So, did she treat you for hysterics ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

"Was n't that the best ? I never felt more relaxed than after her discourse. 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 unable to center. The teacher want us to focus, so we have to be treated frequently."

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

"But you 're eighteen now. Maturing. thing are different. hysteric only affect suppurate woman. And you do n't want 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 treatment. She even dildos to cause us. Those are medical shaft. Just because it felt wonderful does n't have in mind it 's a sin. Okay ?"

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

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

I was given a tour of the school. The classroom were on the first few floors with the top ones devoted to the students dorms. Each floor had its own central sitting room with branching room off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other girls of my flooring.

Holland gin was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hair falling in plaited braid down her back."A pleasure to see you, girl Henrietta."She called everyone Miss bum, speaking with a graceful accent and moving with grace.

I sat future to peony, a tranquillize young lady. She did not speak a lot and tended to retain her bridge player folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like knockout and striking, green eyes. quintet had a darker complexion, an almost exotic cast from her foreign heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the magniloquent girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost difficult mane about her reasonably face. Darcy had a huge, pink bow keeping her whisker back, and maria was a curly-haired blond that had the gelded dimples when she smiled. I did n't catch all the former daughter names, there were XXX on our floor alone, scattered at different grouping of erotic love tooshie and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to paddle girls when they get out of line. Bare bottom and everything,"mare laughed."Imagine that. Right there in front of the division like some tramp boy at a regime 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 instruct ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, Miss Tabitha."

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

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

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

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

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

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

My face blushed.

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

The blush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's companionship. Sometimes peony joined us as we wondered the priming coat finding new way of life to amuse ourselves. There was no term, but there was a subroutine library to explore on the first floor full of ledger, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a good hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymph from Greek mythology that decorated the various zigs and zag. early girls played a plot of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the westerly horizon before we had our chance to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great antechamber, located on the first storey in the wing opposition of the 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 look a mutual unit of ammunition of fingerbreadth and oral stimulation that both scared me and made my stomach aflutter.

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

She placed her hand on my second joint, rubbing it through the layers of my skirt and underskirt. My back straighted. The lewd get off shining in her blue eyes and the way her smiling curled the niche of my sassing increased the tingling flutters between my second joint. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so ill-timed. It had to be. I could n't handle this. I let out a squeaking groan 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 incline door into the coolheaded air. It was coloured, the adept rising operating cost while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the school atop its hill. I darted into the darkness, rushing past the hedging maze and to the J. J. Hill boundary, staring at the sea of ash gray reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so wooden-headed, washing up the hill like waves on the beach.

I needed the sang-froid air to calm my consistence 's heating plant. What was awry with this school ? instructor who wanted to spank their student 's bare tail. Girls eager to puzzle out other girl 's pussy to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A star fell. It blazed brilliantly across the world, streaking in from the eastern skyline. I gasped, watching it 's progress. It did n't extinguish in a single middle beat like most falling stars, but kept burning. It grew lower berth and lower, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two step back. My groundwork slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my backside, flinching as the star hurled closer. I could learn the roar of its fierce burning. I raised my manpower to harbour myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A tacky boom exploded overhead. Glass rattled back at the manner. A great wind rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my head to watch out the star slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a smart as a whip light flared. The fog glowed like a K lamps lit it.

My nub hammered as I stood. I made a wish and the whiz fell nearby. It was lucky. I had to go and collect it, then my indirect request would add up lawful and this strange school would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, green eye and breathy whispers of partake in pleasure, no more nanny bending me over and applying their spit to my nethers, and no more whispers of the lesbian sexual perversion shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

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Warning beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silver eyes and touched a ascendency, shutting off one of the detector with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The text appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed organisation condition. She scanned the listing, many were damaged, a few operable, 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 dissimilar log. She had to detect the core. It could n't precipitate into the self-command of the primitive who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that applied science. As she read the report, a new alarm blared.

A propinquity alarm.

One of the aborigine approached.

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

It was queer. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The green goddess at me feet grew blackened. And then clustering of dirt and rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The primer coat grew Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent disturbed until a small lip of dirt 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 twinkle flared from the top of the egg, glowing bright white for a second then fading. I stood at the lip of the Crater, my heart hammering.

What was this thing ?

This was the British Isles. All style of faerie and other creature once dwelt in the hill and dingle before the Christians drove them deep into concealment. Was this one of theirs ? Had a fey fallen from the sky and crashed here. Or, perhaps, laid a wizard egg.

What should I do ?

A red light flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a plastered beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the border of the crater. The scandal shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of fearfulness as my understructure slipped into the depression, rocks cascading before me. My blazon pinwheeled in a vain endeavor to keep my balance.

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

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Merita gasped as the native 's header struck a protruding rock. The sickening crunch was audible through the skin of the alien 's craft. The ships warning beam, instead of scaring off the indigene, had caused it to injure itself. The native spilled onto its dorsum, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

"Status,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The native has suffered a vauntingly black eye to her cranium, shattering her skull. In plus, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to palsy of her intact body, including her lungs. She will suffocate in several minutes."

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

"That is a violation of the accord of Primitive mintage, clause 7, Paragraph 93, subdivision B."

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

"likeliness of winner is slim without bonding, which is in violation of the Treaty of primitive Species, clause 12, Paragraph 7, part C."

"override,"Merita said, staring at the wretched indigene 's face, her strange, yellow tentacles extending from her head. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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The number 1 thing I realized when I came awake was being naked. The next matter I realized was I was n't alone.

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

Did I hit my head word and declination unconscious ? Where was I ? And who was staring at me ?

The face was a young girlfriend 's, her head smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair, and her scramble purpleness. atomic number 47 eyes stared at me as my full body froze. The girl hovered over me, her body equally naked as mine, her titty small mounds, her skin smooth and still very purpurate. My eyes descended to her foresighted legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My heart raced as I stared up at the sprite girl. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silvery optic and back to her tentacles. I wanted to bolt, to scream, to do anything but shake like an idiot. But I could n't do anything. It was so hard to understand.

She had tentacles and purple skin and Ag eyes.

Magical Christ Within flashed around us. Green and red and depressed. Strange beep and offer sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the globular bound around me, where the nictitation lights did n't hide it.

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

I nodded my head."A-are you ... going to ... wound m-me ?"

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

My eyes widened as the tentacle stroked across my pelt, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart beat. It was such a ennoble touch. The tentacle circled my belly button and then moved higher, brushing the bottoms of my breasts.

"I wo n't ache you,"she answered."I 'm Merita. I hope you can empathise me. Your speech is so strange."

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

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

"What are you doing ?"

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

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her smooth head then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my pap. Her lips brushed mine. So suave. She tasted perfumed, like honey. I did n't be intimate what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her spit probed my oral cavity. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A second tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her body. Our abdomen pressed together, and I felt her severe nipples pressed into my boob. She kissed me backbreaking, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my teat, brushing it and stroking it. Every meter it did, wondrous shudders rippled out of me. Like with Nurse Paige earlier today, my body responded to the touch. The warmth swelled in my pussy, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh 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 aid it. My lips moved, working against her as the heating system swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving in high spirits and higher on my thigh with each solidus, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to bear on me. It was so unknown. The faerie must own me bewitched. A lust magic spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my sleeve wrapping about her body. I stroked her smooth back. She was so tender and silky. She sighed into he osculate now as I stroked her spine.

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

"Scans ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my pussy now, the end brush where my privileged thigh met my mole. Just so close.

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

I stroked her downcast back, rightfield where the fashion plate 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 knife, my finger circle her downhearted back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her other appendage. The narrow tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet plica. My juices flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonder joy shooting through my soundbox. I heaved beneath her, my pelvic arch undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to hold on me comfortable.

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

"gustatory sensation ?"

"Yes, yes. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your juices. So sweetened. So destitute. And there is your hymen."

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my hymen, the elastic tissue layer stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My eyes widened. I was about to fall back my virginity, not to my married man or even a handsome groom, but to a distaff fey 's tentacle.

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

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

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

It was long and narrow. It wiggled and undulated interior of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet figure. Delightful delight 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 thigh. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

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

"Uh-huh,"I panted, squirming beneath her. I pressed my second joint up, savoring the feel of her hot sex smearing up and down on it. Her clit was hard against me. Her silver eyes fluttered."I ... I ... could puzzle out your pussy ... and ... and bring around your hysterics."

"make me cum ?"she asked, her eye widening.

I nodded my headspring and licked my rim. Her tentacle felt so wonderful inside of me. It did n't feel wrong with Merita like it had with nursemaid Satchel Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a dream. I had wandered into the worldly concern of fairyland and put under an enchantment.

So I had nix to feel shamefaced about.

The fey lifted herself off my body, still playing with my mammilla and driving her former tentacle deep into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless pussycat. Her lips were a trench purple. juice coated her flesh and a flowery fragrance filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my stomach while her thigh went around my headland. Her flowery musk filled my olfactory organ. I breathed in deeply as I squirmed on her tentacle. Her dark-purple clitoris peeked out of her folds.

I licked it.

"Yes, Henrietta,"gasped the fey. Her tentacle squirmed harder in me. Wonderful delight surged through my soundbox."Oh, yes, defecate me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her clit again, gathering her flowery juices. I loved them. My men grasped her back, stroking her sticker again as I licked up and down her slit. My tongue probed into her delicate folds. She had a hole, like mine, my lingua wiggled in, but no hymen.

She was n't a virgin. Had she lost her maidenhead to another distaff fey with tentacles ?

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

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

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

I gasped. My pussy spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, sparks of delight shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my coming 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 shiver and moaned. The tentacle swelled bad inside of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

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

They reached my judgement, bathing my senses in scrumptious rapture. I sucked so hard on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her process rippled, caressing the spasming paries of my pussy, feeding the delicious sensations rippling through me.

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

My delight peaked. My psyche bathed in ecstasy. Her thoughts poured into me.

Such a tremendous girl. Her pussy feels amazing. So juicy. So perfumed. So wonderful. Oh, yes. She 's hone. She 's the one.

Our view merged. She echoed through my mind. My digit dug into her back. They sank into her flesh. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her torso flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her purple flesh melting into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Divine,"I gasped, my bosom 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 blink lights and whirling beep swirled around me. It was too much. The fay was in me. My middle rolled back in my point and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...