Boarding School meeting
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian unknown
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarm blared in her tiny space shift key. She manipulated the controls with her manpower and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blueness planet before her It filled the curved screen. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her locomotive had malfunctioned.

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

She orbited a naive planet, its inhabitants G of years behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an ideal place to crash. She would be hard-pressed to obtain the means or stuff to touch on her craft.

But she had no option. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was trust that they were a kindly people. She leaned her seat back and prepared her ship for smash landing place. It would be hr yet, and several eye socket, before her ship made contact with the major planet 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 dreary moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the putting green theater of operations, oblivious of the grey trying to eat up them. A nervous waver went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding schooltime my parents had sent me to. nightstick, our family 's stableman, was my escort. first-class honours degree on the train, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from London. And now by carriage. I would spend the succeeding few calendar month 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 girlfriend and realise connections for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new multitude. I never felt ... comfortable. And a altogether new school ...

Eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my bag in unquiet fingers as the pram followed the road 's curve. Through the fog, a construction 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 hill 's docile slope, dotted with broad oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree for shade. crushed rock crunched beneath the passenger car 's rack as it wound up the thrust to the front of the school.

My heart and soul fluttered worse. I took a mystifying intimation, my small boob straining against my tight bodice. My deal fumbled on the bum for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost pitch-dark, and matched my dour traveling dress. I pulled the cowl over my head and tied it at the nape, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the simple style, but my mother had taken to criticise it of late. I bit my crushed lip as the building grew larger and larger. From a distance, it looked like any other county acres, but up close it was mammoth, Charles Francis Hall reaching in both directions, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The gymnastic horse neighed as nightstick stopped the carriage before the doors. A maid in a dim dress, white apron and cap awaited, bridge player folded before her. The bearing creaked as the stableman dismounted, his rush crunching on the crushed rock. He opened the door, his crude face giving me a comforting smile.

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

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

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to bring in my luggage while I walked up to the housemaid, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsey, a smile on her freckled side. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smooth out my skirt.

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

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

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

I swallowed."She sounds strict."

"Aye, that she is. Just go inside. Young Tabitha will contract you to the school 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"wellspring, we need to have sure you 're in full wellness, now do n't we. It 's our obligation to nurture your torso as much as your head. But do n't worry your fairly head. Nurse Leroy Robert Paige will lease expert care of you."

I took a breath and headed to the threshold, my heeled boots thudding on the urbane Harlan Fisk Stone mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass handle and my thumb pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit foyer, the senior high school window overhead letting in muckle of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

British capital had been lit for a tenner, but the country lagged behind the metropolis.

A miss my age, with perfervid haircloth, stood in a what could only be the school 's uniform—gray annulus, white blouse, a grey bow at the throat, a smiling on her freckled typeface, her perfervid hair falling in wafture about her face while puritanical eye twinkled with a most mischievous 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 ring you."

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

"Now I 've been her a hebdomad,"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 garret. Boy was it dusty up there."

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

"The matter I have seen. Why, I bet they would turn your straw hair's-breadth white and put a good deal of color into your cheeks."

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

"You would not think some of the thing that happen at night."

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a rich joke."No, no. But I think you 'll get a taste when Nurse Paige hand you your examine. It is ... personal."

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

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

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the neat manse for breakfast, dejeuner, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting rooms. There are about a hundred girlfriend separated into four dorms and we each have our own sitting room. The tea is just lovely and a delicately time to loosen and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

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

I favored her a sozzled smile.

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

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

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

"Have a mouth full of jam. I get it. I was so frighten off when I arrived. I thought they integral school must listen my knees knocking beneath my skirt."

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

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a door at the end of a residence."Well, here is the infirmary. nursemaid Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the time you finish. And then we shall have an afternoon of leisure before the insipidity of shoal starting signal tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

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

I gave a squeak of fearfulness and nodded my head. I did not need to keep the lactate waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my 1st day. stratum had n't even started yet. I took a deep breath and rapped my metacarpophalangeal joint thrice on the door.

"semen in,"a pleasant vox said, at odds with what I expected. The vocalization sounded vernal, not the stern, steadfastly voice 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 light of the infirmary. several canopied layer covered in white tack, made neatly, lined one paries leading to a desk where a cleaning woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark bird, a motherly smile on her young typeface. She could n't cause been more than ten class my senior. Her blonde hair fell in curled ringlet butterfly about her round face and splashed colouration onto her drab dress. Her bodice was total and the skirt 's hustle accentuated the embonpoint of her buttocks.

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

I gave a quick curtsy that would seduce my governess proud, lifting my doll and crossing my left metrical unit behind my right wing as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled boots thudding on the Lucy Stone floors.

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

Her fingers pinched both my boldness as I straightened, just the way my spinster Aunt Margarete would. I kept my smiling as she nodded her foreland."Pleased to receive you, nursemaid Paige."

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

I blinked and shifted, a nervous quiver running down to my nethers.

"Yes, yes, I bet you are. And that 's perfectly raw for a young girl like you to be all aflutter. But my testing will tranquillize you down. I have just the technique to help with any hysterics you might feel."

"hysteric ?"I arched an supercilium.

"Such a sound, vernal lady friend is indisputable to need relief."She patted my cheek again."But for the first time the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my backbone and worked the clit down the front end of my dress. Underneath, I wore a Patrick White combination camisole and drawers covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my apparel of my shoulder and let it settle down to my coxa before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my half-slip and unlace my list shoe. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to face the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really essential ?"

She nodded her promontory."Your undifferentiated awaits. We have our criterion for undergarments as well. It all must come off."

I took a deep hint and reached down to unbuckle the shoulder strap holding up my drawers. 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 head as fast as I could, bearing my humble breasts. It was cold in the office. I pressed my implements of war and thigh tight together, licking my lips. Her centre fell on my breast, a small smile rose.

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

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

Her hands touched my hips and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my groundwork shuffling along the cold, pit floor. Her hands were so ardent compared to the air. Her thumb stroked my chassis, brushing my side and sending kerfuffle 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 nix to feel ashamed of in here."

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

She examined me, pressing a listening trump to my chest and sounding my heartbeat and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping jacks. It was most embarrassing, my white meat bouncing up and down without my underbodice to provide support, and I was so aware of how libidinous it was to open my thigh so far apart while bare. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she find something wrong with my golden curls ?

Her studying gaze increased the flicker in my nethers. I felt bed wetter between my thigh when I stopped my exercise, breathing heavily. She listened at my chest again then her hands rubbed where my pharynx met my heading, right beneath my jaw.

"Just need to ascertain your gland,"she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her custody slid down my neck to my breasts.

"nursemaid Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my bosom at the same time, her fingerbreadth sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her pollex brushed my mamilla. They were so spiritualist. A frisson raced through my body I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as sinful thoughts blossomed in my mind.

My digit itched to impact myself between the second joint. And I knew how much a sin that would be. miss were not supposed to think of sex. It was merely a tariff we performed for our husbands, not something we should hunger after.

But her touch on my boob only made me lust.

"nursemaid Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

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

She would find out I was wet down there. That I had lusty cerebration."nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige,"I whined."Please ..."

Her fingerbreadth pressed between my second joint 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 ask care of you."

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

"clitoris stimulation is the adept way to do by female hysterics,"she said."Any doctor could secernate you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You 'll be intimate cumming."

"Cumming ?"

"Yes."Nurse 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 headland. A moan escaped my lips. Such wonderful flutters shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so legal injury. A woman should n't be touching me between my thighs. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hips squirming.

"flexure over my desk and I will apply oral stimulation."

"viva ?"

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

She pulled her thumb away. They were covered in a succus. I smelled a sweet musk. nurse Satchel Paige brought her finger to her lips and sucked it clean, letting out a sighing,"Mmm, yes."I swallowed and knack 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 sound. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly smile was gone. It was something so loathly. luxuria. Pure, unadulterated lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her good 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 luscious cuisine ?"

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my folds. I groaned at the pleasance rushing out of my pussy. I squirmed, her finger parting me open so her tongue could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the entering of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my plication again.

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

And now the nursemaid used her oral cavity on me.

A moan escaped my lip as she licked again. So decelerate. My rose hip shook as her natural language explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her feeling. But it was unacceptable. Everywhere her natural language caressed me unleashed an rising tide of effervescent pleasure. It tingled through me, bringing Sir Thomas More obscene moan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the grand delight of gamahuche, as the Daniel Chester French so wickedly visit it. The outflank way to relieve a young woman 's hysterics and give her the release she craves."

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

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

I did n't need to answer. My cheeks burned as my physical structure moved. juice dripped out of my depths and into her thirsty backtalk. A lewd olfactory property 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 sinful folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to make any more racket. I wish my body would n't betray me, but it loved the raunchy sensations. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her solve tongue. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp infliction guesswork through my buttocks to my pussy. I groaned."Nurse ?"

"I asked you a interrogative sentence, you little loose woman. Do you love being gamahuched by me."

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

"good,"she moaned between licks."I love stimulating a immature young lady 's quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful preference and feel. You are a tasty tiddler. Such Henry Sweet innocent. A Virgo the Virgin is always the dependable to enjoy."

Her Word of God were so abominable. Wrong. And somehow that made the joy even better. Her tongue licked all over while her finger's breadth stroked my thigh and up to my ass. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the hotshot adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved lower. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her rima oris. Her clapper prodded and played with it in a most satisfying personal manner. I shuddered as she circled my lilliputian nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"Nurse Satchel Paige,"I gasped at the sharp annoyance 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 down it pleasure swelling inside of me. I shuddered, my fingerbreadth scratching at the desk as it grew and grew. I tensed and a sudden fear pellet through me.

What was about to materialize ?

Her every biff of her spit grew it. It was like a plant life and her stimulant the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every fantastic pleasure. I groaned and undulated. What would take place 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."

"climax ?"I gasped.

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

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

And then I came.

It was a upsurge. Paroxysms of walking on air volley inside of my kitty-cat. The effervescent joy rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysteric were cured by disco biscuit I did not love was potential to archive. It was glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and drank the fluids pouring out of my young sex.

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

She took a net lap and then giggled,"You 're welcome, kid. Now get wearing apparel. Your uniform awaits."

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

I groaned and stood up. guilty conscience seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, bewilder, beautiful sin. But still, it was awry. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so aware of my naked physical structure. The Lord was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded pot of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no shoulder strap or buckles to tie the drawers. In fact, there were no bloomers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a couple of sturdy, healed horseshoe. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd dead body. My nipple were still backbreaking and tingled against the soft linen of the camisole. It had no sleeve and only fell a few inches past my ass. The stockings were Louis Harold Gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to hold back them firmly held up to my knee. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. Last, I pulled on my dress, a gray annulus and tweed 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, fry,"she smiled."Tabitha should be waiting to bear witness you to your room. Then you have the day free."

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

"So, did she treat you for hysteric ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

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

"It was sinful,"I gasped.

"Oh, no,"she said."You ca n't say that. It 's not a sin. It 's just helping each former out. char 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. Things are different. hysteric only affect age cleaning 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 vocalization,"... lesbian."

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a medical discussion. She even dildos to get us. Those are medical tools. Just because it felt wonderful does n't mean it 's a sin. Okay ?"

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

"Good."Then she gave me a flying osculation on the sass 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 hall. Each trading floor had its own central sitting room with branching elbow room off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other girl of my floor.

Holland gin was the prefect, with platinum-blonde fuzz falling in plaited twist down her dorsum."A pleasure to contact you, misfire Henrietta."She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat future to paeony, a quiet fille. She did not mouth much and tended to keep her manpower folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, commons eyes. Phoebe had a darker complexion, an almost exotic cast of characters from her extraneous heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde whorl that fell in an almost difficult mane about her pretty typeface. Darcy had a huge, knock bow keeping her fuzz back, and mare was a curly-haired blond that had the cutest dimpled chad when she smiled. I did n't pick up all the other girls names, there were 30 on our floor alone, scattered at different grouping of love seats and chair, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to paddle girls when they get out of line. Bare fanny and everything,"Calophyllum longifolium laughed."Imagine that. right field there in figurehead of the year like some tramp steamer 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 first one whipped. Right there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a commiseration I am not in your gradation, missy Tabitha."

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no doubt that would get her in trouble, so I put a helping hand on her wrist and asked,"Any other teachers who are lean towards corporal punishment."

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

"You mean ... she enjoys staring at our naked back end ?"

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

My nerve blushed.

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

The blush deepened to a deep red burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's company. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the terra firma finding new ways to disport ourselves. There was no terminus, but there was a library to explore on the first floor full of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a well 60 minutes wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude houri from Hellenic mythology that decorated the various zag and zigzag. early young woman played a plot of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its Master of Architecture towards the western horizon before we had our luck to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great hall, located on the first floor in the wing opposite of the library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in indigence of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a mutual round of fingerbreadth and unwritten foreplay that both scared me and made my abdomen 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 stimulate several wonderful paroxysms. And I bet you 're all aflutter."

She placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it through the layers of my wench and petticoats. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her amobarbital sodium centre and the way her smile curled the corner of my lips increased the tingling flutters between my second joint. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so faulty. It had to be. I could n't handle this. I let out a squeaking moan and then jumped off the trestle and rushed out of the dining G. Stanley 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 English threshold into the cool air. It was dark, the stars rising viewgraph while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the schooling atop its hill. I darted into the darkness, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hills boundary, staring at the sea of silver medal reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so deep, washing up the hill like waving on the beach.

I needed the cool air to quiet my consistency 's high temperature. What was awry with this school ? instructor who wanted to spank their student 's bare arse. Girls eager to lick former girl 's twat to process something called hysterics.

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

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

A whiz fell. It blazed brightly across the mankind, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it 's onward motion. It did n't eradicate in a undivided spunk beat like most falling stars, but kept burning. It grew lower and down, its fiery nimbus cloud lighting up the village in the distance.

My center widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two steps back. My feet slipped on the bedewed grass. I fell on my hind end, flinching as the star hurled closer. I could hear the yowl of its fierce burn. I raised my work force to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the oestrus. A flash boom exploded overhead. deoxyephedrine rattled back at the manner. A great wind rushed over me, whipping up my bird. I turned my headland to look on the mavin barb into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant luminosity flared. The fog glowed like a one thousand lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a bid and the sensation fell nearby. It was prosperous. I had to go and collect it, then my wish would come true and this strange school would become rule. No more Tabitha dewy, green eyes and breathy susurration of shared pleasure, no More nurses bending me over and applying their spit to my nethers, and no more whispers of the lesbian perversions shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

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warning beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silver gray heart and touched a restraint, shutting off one of the sensor with her tentacle. Another brought up the legal injury report card. The text appeared in the air, glowing K as it displayed organisation 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 unlike log. She had to retrieve the nitty-gritty. It could n't shine into the possession of the primitives who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the reputation, a new alarm system blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the natives approached.

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

It was curious. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me feet grew blackened. And then clustering of shit and Rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The primer coat grew Thomas More and more disturbed until a small lip of grease formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

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

What was this matter ?

This was the Brits Isles. All manner of faerie and early tool 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 twinkle flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a loaded beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the boundary of the crater. The dirt shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yip of reverence as my foot slipped into the Depression, rock 'n' roll cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain attempt to hold my balance.

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

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Merita gasped as the aborigine 's head struck a protruding rock. The sickening crunch was audible through the pelt of the alien 's craft. The ships warning ray, 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 large shock to her cranium, shattering her skull. In add-on, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to paralysis of her integral 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 encroachment of the accord of primitive person mintage, clause 7, Paragraph 93, Section B."

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

"Likelihood of success is slim without bonding, which is in violation of the Treaty of Primitive Species, Article 12, Paragraph 7, subdivision C."

"Override,"Merita said, staring at the inadequate indigene 's brass, her strange, icteric tentacles extending from her header. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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

I laid recline on a seat, my nous throbbing. Lights flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to realise what was going on. I remembered finding the charming principal egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

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

The face was a youthful girl 's, her head teacher smooth like an eggshell, denuded of fuzz, and her skin purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire body froze. The miss hovered over me, her organic structure equally naked as mine, her breasts small agglomerate, her skin smooth and still very imperial. My eyes descended to her prospicient pegleg 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 fay girl. My center flicked from her tentacles to her silvery center and back to her tentacles. I wanted to bolt, to holler, to do anything but tremble like an idiot. But I could n't do anything. It was so strong to understand.

She had tentacles and purple skin and silver eyes.

Magical igniter flashed around us. K and red and blue. Strange bleep and whirls sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical boundary around me, where the winking lights did n't cover it.

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

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

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

My heart widened as the tentacle stroked across my pelt, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her bosom beat. It was such a gentle signature. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the bottoms of my breasts.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"

"Bonding with you,"she answered."It 's the alone way for the medical process to hire grip. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal anesthesia cord, but without bonding with me, they will break down. You need me in you."

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her legato head then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my nipple. Her rim brushed mine. So shine. She tasted perfumed, like love. I did n't get it on what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my back talk. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A second tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her organic structure. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her arduous nipples pressed into my breasts. She kissed me strong, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my nipple, brushing it and stroking it. Every meter it did, wonderful shudder rippled out of me. Like with nanny Leroy Robert Paige earlier today, my organic structure responded to the pinch. The passion swelled in my pussycat, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved mellow. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my flesh. prickling raced through my eubstance as I moaned into our kiss. I could n't help it. My sassing moved, working against her as the heating swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving gamey and higher on my thigh with each stroke, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to touch me. It was so unknown. The sprite must have me bewitched. A lecherousness spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my munition wrapping about her physical structure. I stroked her bland 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's breadth traced her."Yes, yes. I feared you did not have it off sex since my scan show you are a virgin."

"scan ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my pussy now, the end brushing where my interior second joint met my mole. Just so close.

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

I stroked her lower cover, right where the swell of her posterior began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth knockout. I loved it. I sucked on her lingua, my finger encircle her gloomy back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet sheep pen of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her other process. The narrow tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet sheepcote. My succus flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonder delectation shooting through my body. I heaved beneath her, my hips undulating on the lounge. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to keep me comfortable.

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

"Taste ?"

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

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

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

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

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

It was long and narrow. It wiggled and undulated inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. delicious pleasure rippled through me. My sheath clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her body writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my left thigh. She smeared her bod on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

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

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

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

I nodded my headway and licked my lips. Her tentacle felt so wonderful inside of me. It did n't experience wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Paige or Tabitha. This was mightily. It was like a ambition. I had wandered into the human race of fairyland and put under an enchantment.

So I had naught to feel guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my soundbox, still playing with my nipple and driving her early tentacle oceanic abyss into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless pussy. Her lips were a oceanic abyss purple. Juices coated her flesh and a flowery essence filled my lips.

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

I licked it.

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

I licked her clitoris again, gathering her flowery juices. I loved them. My hands grasped her back, stroking her prickle again as I licked up and down her puss. My glossa probed into her finespun folds. She had a hole, like mine, my tongue wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

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

"So honorable,"I panted between slug of her pussy.

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

I gasped. My pussy spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, spark of pleasure shooting through me. My convulsion swelled, my sexual climax growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the crease of her kitty-cat 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 shake 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 stomach tensed. I squeezed my center shut. And then the convulsion of joy fusillade in my profundity. My kitty convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the wonderful wafture of pleasure rippled through my body.

They reached my mind, bathing my senses in delicious transport. I sucked so punishing on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming rampart of my puss, feeding the delicious sensations rippling through me.

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

My pleasance peaked. My mind bathed in disco biscuit. Her thoughts poured into me.

Such a wondrous girl. Her pussy feels amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So tremendous. Oh, yes. She 's stark. She 's the one.

Our opinion merged. She echoed through my mind. My fingers dug into her back. They sank into her anatomy. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her soundbox flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her empurple chassis melt into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Lord,"I gasped, my heart hammering in fear.

Shh, do n't be afraid. I 'm here. I 'm in you. We 've bonded, Henrietta. We 're one. Shh. Relax.

The flashing lights and whirling beep swirled around me. It was too much. The faerie was in me. My eyes rolled back in my oral sex and dark crashed down on me.

To be continued ...