Boarding school day coming upon
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her lilliputian space shift. She manipulated the command with her deal and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blue planet before her It filled the curved silver screen. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engine had malfunctioned.

"I 'm going to break up,"she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. Violet panic pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a archaic major planet, its inhabitant thousands of geezerhood behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an apotheosis billet to clang. She would be hard-pressed to find the means or cloth to repair her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was desire that they were a benevolent people. She leaned her butt back and prepared her ship for crash landing. It would be time of day yet, and various orbits, before her ship made contact with the planet atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The go-cart wheels clattered on the country road, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the posture window at the disconsolate moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green fields, unmindful of the gray trying to unsay them. A nervous flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding schooling my parents had sent me to. nightstick, our house 's groom, was my escort. First on the gear, which had been a remarkable experience riding it Mae West from London. And now by passenger car. I would spend the next few month at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my private instructor were enough for my education, but my male parent wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the girls and make connection for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new people. I never felt ... comfortable. And a totally new shoal ...

Eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my pocketbook in skittish fingerbreadth as the carriage followed the road 's curve ball. Through the fog, a building appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the daze. Lights glowed in the windowpane, cheery against the drear of the fall countryside. The commons lawn clad the hill 's gentle incline, dotted with tolerant oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree for shade. Gravel crunched beneath the passenger car 's cycle as it wound up the campaign to the straw man of the school.

My heart fluttered spoilt. I took a deep breath, my pocket-size breasts straining against my tight bodice. My deal fumbled on the backside for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my dark traveling dress. I pulled the bonnet over my heading and tied it at the nucha, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hair style was childish. I loved the dim-witted style, but my mother had taken to criticize it of late. I bit my down lip as the building grew larger and big. From a space, it looked like any other county land, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both directions, the story rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The sawbuck neighed as nightstick stopped the carriage before the doors. A maid in a black dress, white proscenium and cap awaited, deal folded before her. The go-cart creaked as the groom dismounted, his rush crunching on the gravel. He opened the doorway, his rough case giving me a comforting smile.

"Young fille,"he said, holding his script.

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

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

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

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

"Almost late for term to bulge. 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 sure you 're in full wellness, now do n't we. It 's our duty to rear your consistency as a lot as your thinker. But do n't worry your moderately foreland. nurse Paige will take dear guardianship of you."

I took a breath and headed to the door, my heeled iron boot thudding on the polished Harlan Fiske Stone mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass hold and my quarter round pulled the lever tumbler. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit foyer, the high windows overhead letting in raft of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

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

A girl my age, with fiery hair, stood in a what could only be the shoal 's uniform—gray skirt, lily-white blouse, a greyish bow at the throat, a smiling on her freckled face, her torrid fuzz falling in waves about her face while blue center twinkled with a most mischievous light.

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

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

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

Her personality was so strong. I gave her a nervous grin."Okay."My epithet was too stuffy and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her name 's proper flyspeck queen. Hettie or Ettie was the proper diminutive of my name, not Etta. I almost called her queen, 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 speculation down all the way to the attic. Boy was it dusty up there."

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

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would turn your wheat hair flannel and put a honest deal of gloss into your cheeks."

I nodded again. coloring material in my cheek ? Would n't a fearfulness have the opposition burden ?

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

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a productive laugh."No, no. But I think you 'll get a preference when Nurse Paige contribute you your examine. It is ... personal."

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

"fountainhead, you 'll just induce to see. It was invigorating, I will secernate you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the great Radclyffe Hall for breakfast, tiffin, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting rooms. There are about a hundred girl separated into four dorms and we each have our own seance way. The tea is just lovely and a fine meter to slack up and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not a great deal of a talker."

I nodded.

"Good matter I ca n't discontinue,"she laughed,"or this would be the most tedious walk. Imagine only the echo 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 take such a gay time together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

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

"Have a mouth broad of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they integral schooltime 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 hall."Well, here is the infirmary. nanny 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 boringness of school day head start tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

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

I gave a squeak of fear and nodded my head. I did not require to keep the nurse waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first gear day. year had n't even started yet. I took a deep hint and rapped my metacarpophalangeal joint thrice on the door.

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

I opened the threshold and stepped into the piano brightness level of the infirmary. several canopied layer covered in snowy sheets, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a char sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark wench, a motherly smile on her young face. She could n't have been more than ten geezerhood my senior. Her blond hairsbreadth fell in curled curl about her round face and splashed colouring material onto her drab dress. Her bodice was full and the skirt 's bustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

I gave a quick curtsy that would make my governess proud, lifting my chick and crossing my left foot behind my right as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled boots thudding on the Stone floors.

"Now, now, you do n't own to curtsy for me. I 'm hold 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 old maid aunt Margarete would. I kept my smile as she nodded her head."Pleased to suffer you, Nurse Paige."

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

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

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

"Hysterics ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a respectable, Young miss is sure to need relief."She patted my boldness 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 clitoris down the social movement of my garb. Underneath, I wore a white combination camisole and shorts covered in frilly furbelow. I slipped my dress of my shoulder and let it fall down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my petticoat and untied my list skid. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to face up the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really necessary ?"

She nodded her principal."Your unvarying awaits. We have our standards for undergarment as well. It all must come off."

I took a oceanic abyss breathing spell and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my boxershorts. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my legs, baring my second joint and knees. I pulled them along with my stockings. I gave her a beseeching look.

"underbodice, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my point as fast as I could, bearing my small boob. It was cold in the office. I pressed my coat of arms and second joint tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my breasts, a lowly smile rose.

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

"okey, Henrietta, let 's get your interrogation out of the way."

Her hands touched my rosehip and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my feet shuffling along the cold, stone base. Her manus were so warm compared to the air. Her thumbs stroked my flesh, brushing my slope and sending flutters up and down my body.

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

My cheeks grew even warmer.

"And your bloom reaction is quite rapid."She smiled."Relax, you have nix to feel ashamed of in here."

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

She examined me, pressing a listening horn to my dresser and sounding my heartbeat and hint. Then she had me do twenty jumping jack. It was most embarrassing, my breasts bouncing up and down without my camisole to allow support, and I was so cognisant of how libidinous it was to diffuse my second joint so far apart while naked. Her heart stared at their nexus.

Did she line up something wrong with my lucky curls ?

Her studying regard increased the disturbance in my nethers. I felt wetter between my thigh when I stopped my drill, breathing heavily. She listened at my pectus again then her hired man rubbed where my throat met my head, right beneath my jaw.

"Just need to learn your glands,"she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her helping hand slid down my neck to my breasts.

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

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

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

But her touch on my breasts only made me lust.

"nurse Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

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

She would find out I was wet down there. That I had lusty view."Nurse Paige,"I whined."Please ..."

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

"Hysterics ?"I asked, my rose hip undulating. I could n't help it. Her digit felt so terrific as it rubbed at the top of my pussy.

"clit foreplay is the best way to treat female hysterics,"she said."Any doctor could secern you about this. convulsion have to be induced. You 'll make out cumming."

"Cumming ?"

"Yes."nurse Satchel Paige smiled, still rubbing her finger on my sex."That 's your button I 'm rubbing. Does n't that feel delicious."

I nodded my head. A moan escaped my sassing. Such wonderful waver shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so wrong. A womanhood should n't be touching me between my thighs. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hips squirming.

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

"Oral ?"

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

She pulled her finger away. They were covered in a succus. I smelled a unfermented musk. nurse Paige brought her finger to her lips and sucked it uncontaminating, letting out a sighing,"Mmm, yes."I swallowed and bent grass over her desk.

I squawked when her hands grasped my buttocks. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my shoulder. Her maternally smile was gone. It was something so wicked. lecherousness. Pure, unadulterated lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her proper hand slid down my buns and between my leg. She rubbed at my downy hair's-breadth and then at my pussy.

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

"Like I 'm about to feast on the most scrumptious 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 fingers parting me open so her natural language could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the entrance of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my folds again.

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

And now the nursemaid used her mouth on me.

A groan escaped my mouth as she licked again. So slow. My hip shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to savour her touch. But it was impossible. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an torrent of effervescent delight. It tingled through me, bringing more lewd moan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the rattling delight of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly bid it. The best way to palliate a Lester Willis Young woman 's hysteric and yield her the release she craves."

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

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

I did n't want to answer. My cheeks burned as my trunk moved. succus dripped out of my astuteness and into her hungry mouth. A libidinous odour filled my nozzle, 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 pretend any more randomness. I wishing my physical structure would n't betray me, but it loved the lewd sense experience. My pelvis moved on their own, smearing my hot bod against her licking tongue. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my torso and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her script cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp pain shot through my hind end to my pussy. I groaned."Nurse ?"

"I asked you a interrogative sentence, you little strumpet. 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 clout."I love stimulating a young lady friend 's quivering quim. Mmm, such marvelous predilection and feels. You are a tasty kid. Such confection innocent. A virgin is always the best to enjoy."

Her give-and-take were so terrible. Wrong. And somehow that made the pleasance even better. Her clapper licked all over while her finger stroked my second joint and up to my butt. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensations adding to the pleasure of her swirling tongue.

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

"Nurse Paige,"I gasped at the penetrative pain which transformed into pleasure.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my centre and groaned. I surrendered to the bliss. I could n't agitate it pleasure swelling inside of me. I shuddered, my finger's breadth scratching at the desk as it grew and grew. I tensed and a sudden fear shot through me.

What was about to chance ?

Her every salt lick of her knife grew it. It was like a plant and her stimulation the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every tremendous delight. I groaned and ruffle. What would hap when it ripened ?

"Nurse Paige, somethings happening."

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

"sexual climax ?"I gasped.

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

My impending orgasm swelled interior of me. My butt clenched as I groaned through my teeth. I shivered. I was so skinny to it ripening. I wanted to regain out what would go on. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a hurry. Paroxysms of bliss volley inside of my pussycat. The effervescent delight rippled through me and crashed into my psyche. I gasped and screamed out as my hysteric were cured by ecstasy I did not bang was possible to file away. It was splendiferous. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and wassail the fluids pouring out of my Whitney Moore Young Jr. sex.

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

She took a final lick and then giggled,"You 're welcome, child. Now get dress. Your undifferentiated awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her expression was flushed and succus smeared her brim and chin. My over-the-top juices. She pulled out a hanky from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the hanky, reveling in my smell, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. Guilt seized me. What we did was a dread sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was unseasonable. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so mindful of my naked body. The Lord was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no strap or buckles to attached the drawers. In fact, there were no boxers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a pair of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd body. My pap were still firmly and tingled against the soft linen of the camisole. It had no sleeve and only fell a few inches past my rear. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garter to keep them firmly held up to my articulatio genus. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. finish, I pulled on my dress, a grey annulus and white blouse that buttoned securely to my neckline. I adjusted my pigtails so the fell about my shoulder joint and brushed my skirt.

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

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the way, not wanting to look at the iniquitous tribade. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bored facial expression on her human face that vanished as she rushed over and seized my hands.

"So, did she plow you for hysterics ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

"Was n't that the proficient ? 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 other out. cleaning woman suffer from hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and unable to concentrate. The instructor want us to focalize, so we have to be treated frequently."

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

"But you 're eighteen now. Maturing. affair are dissimilar. Hysterics only affect mature fair sex. 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 intervention. She even dildos to rush us. Those are medical tools. Just because it felt wonderful does n't stand for it 's a sin. Okay ?"

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

"Good."Then she gave me a spry buss on the sass before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a go of the school. The classroom were on the first few floors with the top 1 devoted to the students dorms. Each floor had its own key sitting room with branching suite off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the early little girl of my base.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hair falling in plaited braid down her dorsum."A joy to satisfy you, misfire Henrietta."She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a graceful accent mark and moving with grace.

I sat next to peony, a calm down girl. She did not speak much and tended to hold on her handwriting folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and hitting, green eyes. pentad had a darker complexion, an almost exotic cast from her foreign inheritance. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the improbable little girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde roll that fell in an almost unmanageable mane about her pretty face. Darcy had a immense, pink bow keeping her hair back, and maria was a curly-haired blond that had the weakened pregnant chad when she smiled. I did n't catch all the other fille names, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at different groupings of love fundament and chairwoman, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to spank young woman when they get out of melody. Bare penetrate and everything,"Maria laughed."Imagine that. right hand there in presence of the year like some tramp boy at a authorities school."

"Oh, she does,"Geneva said with a nod."I would mind my P 's and Q 's with her and be diligent in your study."

"What does she teach ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, misfire Tabitha."

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

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

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

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

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

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

My font blushed.

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

The blush deepened to a deep red burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's troupe. Sometimes paeony joined us as we wondered the terra firma finding new style to amuse ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to research on the initiative storey full of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a snarl at the rachis, and had a adept hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude person nymphs from Greek mythology that decorated the diverse zag and zags. Other girlfriend played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the western horizon before we had our fortune to play.

We headed in for dinner in the smashing mansion house, located on the showtime 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 need of her hysteric cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a mutual beat of finger and oral examination foreplay that both scared me and made my tummy aflutter.

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

She placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it through the layers of my dame and petticoats. My back straighted. The lewd light-colored shining in her blueness eyes and the way her smile curled the corners of my back talk increased the tingling flutters between my thighs. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so awry. 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 hall. Tabitha shouted behind me, but I ignored her. I could n't face this. It was wrong.

A sin.

I burst out of the side of meat door into the cool off air. It was coloured, the stars rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the shoal atop its Benny Hill. I darted into the duskiness, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hill boundary, staring at the sea of atomic number 47 reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so slurred, washing up the hill like moving ridge on the beach.

I needed the cool air to calm my dead body 's oestrus. What was untimely with this schoolhouse ? Teachers who wanted to paddle their student 's bare bottoms. Girls eager to thrash other girl 's pussies to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A star fell. It blazed brilliantly across the populace, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it 's progression. It did n't extinguish in a undivided heart beat like most falling ace, but kept burning at the stake. It grew lower and lower, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two footprint back. My feet slipped on the bedewed pasturage. I fell on my backside, flinching as the star hurled closer. I could pick up the roar of its fierce burn. I raised my hand to harbor myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A loud boom exploded overhead. drinking glass rattled back at the manner. A peachy nothingness rushed over me, whipping up my wench. I turned my foreland to watch the mavin slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a superb brightness level flared. The fog glowed like a thousand lamps lit it.

My heart and soul hammered as I stood. I made a compliments and the lead fell nearby. It was golden. I had to go and collect it, then my compliments would hail truthful and this unusual shoal would suit normal. No more Tabitha dewy, putting green middle and breathy whispers of partake joy, no more nurse bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no more than rustling of the sapphic sexual perversion shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

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warning beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silver medal heart and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensors with her tentacle. Another brought up the equipment casualty paper. The text appeared in the air, glowing commons as it displayed scheme status. She scanned the inclination, many were damaged, a few in operation, but one was labeled missing.

The core.

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

She pressed another button, bringing up a different log. She had to find the core. It could n't fall into the ownership of the primitive person who dwelt on this major planet. They were not cook for that applied science. As she read the report, a new alarm blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the natives approached.

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My essence beat as I moved through the thickset fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or coat to stave off the cold dampness. An oscillating light flared and dyed with a strange 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 clumps of dirt and rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The ground grew more and more 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 ignitor flared from the top of the egg, glowing bright E. B. White for a moment then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my heart hammering.

What was this thing ?

This was the British Isles. All manner of faerie and other brute once dwelt in the James Jerome Hill and dell 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 witching egg.

What should I do ?

A red luminance flared around the fomite. It narrowed into a tight light beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the edge of the crater. The turd shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of veneration as my foot slipped into the clinical depression, tilt cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain effort to keep my balance.

Then I pitched head-first into the Crater. I gasped as I bounced down the incline. I rolled right at a big rock'n'roll jutting out of the volcanic crater floor and—

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Merita gasped as the indigen 's head struck a protruding rock and roll. The sickening crunch was audible through the cutis of the alien 's slyness. The ships warning beam, instead of scaring off the aboriginal, 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 vauntingly blow to her cranium, shattering her skull. In gain, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to palsy of her entire body, including her lungs. She will stifle in several minutes."

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

"That is a violation of the pact of primitive person mintage, clause 7, Paragraph 93, discussion section B."

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

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

"nullification,"Merita said, staring at the piteous native 's font, her strange, yellow tentacles extending from her headway. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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

I laid recline on a seat, my head throbbing. Light Within flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to sympathize 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 chief and fall unconscious ? Where was I ? And who was staring at me ?

The face was a Whitney Moore Young Jr. fille 's, her head smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair, and her clamber purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire body froze. The girl hovered over me, her body equally naked as mine, her breasts small mound, her pelt smooth and still very purple. My eyes descended to her long legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My eye raced as I stared up at the sprite girl. My middle flicked from her tentacles to her silvery eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to go off, to shout out, to do anything but shiver like an idiot. But I could n't do anything. It was so hard to understand.

She had tentacles and imperial skin and silver eyes.

Magical visible radiation flashed around us. Green and red and blue. Strange beeps and whirls sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the ball-shaped boundary around me, where the wink lights did n't cover it.

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

I nodded my school principal."A-are you ... going to ... hurt m-me ?"

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

My eye widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her sum round. It was such a gentle touch. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the bottoms of my breasts.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"

"soldering with you,"she answered."It 's the only way for the medical process to choose 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 smoothen psyche then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my nipple. Her lips brushed mine. So quiet. She tasted sweet, like honey. I did n't make out what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my mouth. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A moment tentacle caressed my second joint as she lowered her dead body. Our tummy pressed together, and I felt her difficult tit pressed into my white meat. She kissed me harder, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my mammilla, brushing it and stroking it. Every time it did, wonderful shudders rippled out of me. Like with Nurse Paige earlier today, my body responded to the touch sensation. The passion swelled in my pussy, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved eminent. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my form. prickling raced through my body as I moaned into our candy kiss. I could n't help it. My lips moved, working against her as the oestrus swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving eminent and high-pitched on my thigh with each stroke, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to touch me. It was so unknown. The fairy must have me bewitched. A lust spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my munition wrapping about her body. 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 sleep with sex since my scan show you are a virgin."

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

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

I stroked her lower rear, right hand where the swell of her rear began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth grueling. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger encircle her modest back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my kitty.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her other process. The narrow tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet congregation. My juices flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonder delight shooting through my body. I heaved beneath her, my pelvic arch undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving fundament, constantly changing to continue me comfortable.

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

"discernment ?"

"Yes, yes. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your succus. So sweet. So free. 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 middle widened. I was about to drop off my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome stableboy, but to a female fey 's tentacle.

She smiled at me."What a sweet 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 prospicient and narrow. It wiggled and wave inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet form. delicious joy 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 leave thigh. She smeared her anatomy on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

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

"Uh-huh,"I panted, squirming beneath her. I pressed my thigh up, savoring the flavour of her hot sex smearing up and down on it. Her button was hard against me. Her smooth-spoken eye fluttered."I ... I ... could work out your cunt ... and ... and bring around your hysterics."

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

I nodded my head and licked my lips. Her tentacle felt so wonderful interior of me. It did n't feel legal injury with Merita like it had with nanny Satchel Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a dream. I had wandered into the world of fairy and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to find shamed about.

The fey lifted herself off my torso, still playing with my nipple and driving her other tentacle deep into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless pussy. Her brim were a deep purple. Juices coated her human body and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my breadbasket while her thighs went around my question. Her flowery musk filled my nose. I breathed in deeply as I squirmed on her tentacle. Her dark-purple clit peeked out of her folds.

I licked it.

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

I licked her clitoris again, gathering her flowery succus. I loved them. My hands grasped her back, stroking her spine again as I licked up and down her cunt. My natural language probed into her delicate bend. She had a hole, like mine, my tongue wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

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

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

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

I gasped. My cunt spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, sparks of pleasance shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my climax 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 slit. She grew activated. She tremble and moaned. The tentacle swelled bad interior of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My stomach tensed. I squeezed my heart shut. And then the fit of pleasure outburst in my depths. My pussy convulsed about her fantastic tentacle as the grand moving ridge of joy rippled through my body.

They reached my head, bathing my green goddess in pleasant-tasting rapture. I sucked so grueling on her button. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her extremity rippled, caressing the spasming walls of my pussy, feeding the scrumptious sensations rippling through me.

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

My pleasure peaked. My mind bathed in go. Her opinion poured into me.

Such a wonderful girl. Her pussy flavor amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So marvellous. Oh, yes. She 's everlasting. She 's the one.

Our thoughts merged. She echoed through my mind. My fingers dug into her vertebral column. They sank into her flesh. She melted down into me. I gasped, my heart widening as her physical structure flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in veneration as I watched her purple flesh 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 brightness level and whirling bleep swirled around me. It was too much. The fay was in me. My eyes rolled back in my caput and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...