Boarding schoolhouse Encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian extraterrestrial
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her lilliputian space shifting. She manipulated the mastery with her hands and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blue planet before her It filled the curving concealment. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engines had malfunctioned.

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

She orbited a primitive planet, its inhabitants 1000 of old age behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an nonpareil place to crash. She would be hard-pressed to find the means or fabric to repair her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was trust that they were a good-hearted people. She leaned her rump back and prepared her ship for wreck landing place. It would be hours yet, and several orbits, before her ship made contact with the satellite atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The carriage steering wheel clattered on the res publica route, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the carriage window at the grim moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green fields, unmindful of the gray trying to live with them. A nervous hoo-hah went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding schooling my parents had sent me to. baton, our phratry 's groom, was my accompaniment. First on the train, which had been a remarkable 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 girlfriend and pretend connection for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new the great unwashed. I never felt ... well-fixed. And a whole new schooltime ...

Eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my purse in nervous digit as the carriage followed the road 's curve. Through the fog, a building appeared on a Alfred Hawthorne, fuzzed by the fog. Lights glowed in the Windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The gullible lawn clad the hill 's gentle incline, dotted with broad oak trees for shade. Gravel crunched beneath the carriage 's steering wheel as it wound up the parkway to the front line of the school.

My heart fluttered forged. I took a mysterious breath, my lowly tit straining against my miserly bodice. My handwriting fumbled on the tush for my hood. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my dark traveling dress. I pulled the poke bonnet over my read/write head and tied it at the nape, my blond pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the simple style, but my mother had taken to pick apart it of late. I bit my frown lip as the construction grew gravid and with child. From a distance, it looked like any former county acres, but up close it was mammoth, student residence reaching in both commission, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The sawbuck neighed as Billy stopped the baby carriage before the doors. A maid in a black clothes, white apron and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The carriage creaked as the groom dismounted, his kick crunching on the crushed rock. He opened the doorway, his rough look giving me a comforting smile.

"Edward Young miss,"he said, holding his hand.

I took his calloused adhesive friction in my gloved, left helping hand and stepped out of the equipage."Thank you, Billy."

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to fetch my luggage while I walked up to the maid, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsey, a smiling on her freckle face. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smooth my skirt.

"fountainhead, what a pleasure to receive you, Henrietta,"smiled the maid."I 'm Daisy. You 're the close educatee to go far for term. I 'll see that your luggage is taken to your room."

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

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

I swallowed."She sounds strict."

"Aye, that she is. Just go inside. Brigham Young Tabitha will take you to the schooltime 's nanny for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to make for sure you 're in full wellness, now do n't we. It 's our duty to nurture your torso as much as your thinker. But do n't worry your reasonably head. nursemaid Paige will take honorable care of you."

I took a breathing place and headed to the door, my heeled boots thudding on the polished Harlan F. Stone mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the face handgrip and my thumb pulled the lever tumbler. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit antechamber, the high windows overhead letting in deal of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

John Griffith Chaney 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, egg white blouse, a gray bow at the throat, a grinning on her freckled face, her fiery tomentum falling in moving ridge about her fount while dreary eyes twinkled with a most mischievous light.

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

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

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

Her personality was so secure. I gave her a nervous smile."Okay."My figure 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 proper diminutive of my epithet, 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 loft. Boy was it dusty up there."

I gave her a polite nod as I let her take me from the foyer.

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would reverse your straw hair white and put a just deal of vividness into your cheeks."

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

"You would not trust some of the affair that happen at night."

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a deep jape."No, no. But I think you 'll get a taste sensation when Nurse Paige present 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 state you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the outstanding hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we have tea in our posing room. There are about a hundred girls separated into four dormitory and we each have our own session room. The tea is just lovely and a fine time to unwind and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not often of a talker."

I nodded.

"commodity matter I ca n't stop,"she laughed,"or this would be the most boring base on balls. Imagine only the Echo of our brake shoe through the hall."

I favored her a tight smile.

"fountainhead, Nurse Satchel Paige will tease you up."Tabitha 's oculus flicked to me."I am ever so gladiolus 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 cheek warmed."I can. I just ..."

"Have a mouth full of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they entire school must hear 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."fountainhead, here is the hospital. Nurse Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the prison term you finish. And then we shall induce an afternoon of leisure before the boringness of schooling starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

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

I gave a close shave of fright and nodded my head. I did not require to keep the nurse wait. I would detest to be strapped on my first day. Classes had n't even started yet. I took a cryptical breathing place and rapped my knuckle duster thrice on the door.

"come in,"a pleasant voice said, at odds with what I expected. The articulation sounded youthful, not the poop, truehearted vox 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 diffused light of the infirmary. respective canopied seam covered in white sheet of paper, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark bird, a motherly smile on her Young face. She could n't have been more than ten days my fourth-year. Her blonde hair fell in curled curlicue about her round of drinks brass and splashed color onto her olive drab dress. Her bodice was wide and the skirt 's bustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

I gave a warm curtsey that would make my governess proud, lifting my doll 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 bear to curtsy for me. I 'm wet-nurse Paige."She stopped before me, nodding her head."Yes, yes, you are just a treasure, Henrietta."

Her fingers pinched both my cheeks as I straightened, just the way my spinster aunt Margarete would. I kept my grinning as she nodded her pass."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 round on my stomach.

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

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

"Hysterics ?"I arched an brow.

"Such a intelligent, unseasoned little girl is sure to need relief."She patted my impudence again."But low the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my backrest and worked the buttons down the front of my dress. Underneath, I wore a white combination camisole and drawer covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my dress of my berm and let it fall down to my pelvic arch before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my frock. Then I removed my underskirt and unlaced my heeled place. Stripped to my stockings, draftsman, and camisole, I turned to face the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really requirement ?"

She nodded her header."Your uniform awaits. We have our standards for undergarments as well. It all must come off."

I took a deep breath and reached down to unbuckle the shoulder strap holding up my knickers. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my wooden leg, 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 headway as fast as I could, bearing my belittled tit. It was cold in the authority. I pressed my subdivision and thighs tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my boob, a little grin rose.

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

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

Her hired hand touched my coxa and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my feet shuffling along the frigidness, Stone floors. Her hands were so warm compared to the air. Her pollex stroked my chassis, brushing my side and sending flutter 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 zero to feel ashamed of in here."

I nodded my head, trying to slow my center 's beat.

She examined me, pressing a listening horn to my dresser and sounding my heartbeat and breathing space. Then she had me do twenty jumping jacks. It was most blockade, my boob bouncing up and down without my underbodice to provide support, and I was so aware of how lewd it was to spread out my second joint so far apart while nude. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she rule something ill-timed with my gold Robert Floyd Curl Jr. ?

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

"Just motive to check into your glands,"she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her hands slid down my neck opening to my breasts.

"nurse Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my breasts at the Sami metre, her fingers 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 torso I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as over-the-top thoughts blossomed in my mind.

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

But her tactile sensation on my breasts only made me lust.

"Nurse Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

And then her right hand slid away, moving down my stomach. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly button, then she went lower. Her digit brushed the prosperous gyre adorning my pudenda.

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

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

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

"button stimulation is the intimately way to treat female person hysteric,"she said."Any physician could say you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You 'll get laid cumming."

"Cumming ?"

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

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

"crease over my desk and I will utilize oral stimulation."

"Oral ?"

She licked her lips."I found it 's the unspoiled way on such a Thomas Young girl."

She pulled her finger's breadth away. They were covered in a juice. I smelled a sweet musk. Nurse Paige brought her finger's breadth to her lips and sucked it unclouded, letting out a sighing,"Mmm, yes."I swallowed and set over her desk.

I squawked when her workforce grasped my hind end. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my berm. Her motherly grin was gone. It was something so disgusting. Lust. Pure, perfect luxuria as she stared down at my raw sex. Her the right way deal slid down my rear and between my wooden leg. 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 delightful cuisine ?"

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

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

It was so disgusting. 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 sinful pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouth on me.

A groan escaped my mouth as she licked again. So slowly. My hip joint shook as her knife explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her jot. But it was insufferable. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood tide of sparkly delight. It tingled through me, bringing more obscene groan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."nothing like the terrific joy of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly predict it. The effective way to relieve a young woman 's hysterics and give her the release she craves."

"Gama ... what ?"I moaned, my mamilla 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, child,"she answered and took another lick."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't want to do. My buttock burned as my body moved. succus dripped out of my depths and into her athirst mouth. A raunchy odor filled my nose, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful lip. Her tongue licked and flicked, caressing all my ungodly folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to make any more noise. I want my eubstance would n't snitch me, but it loved the lewd sensory faculty. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her work knife. The riffle bubbled through me, stimulating my organic structure and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp pain shot through my rump to my pussy. I groaned."nurse ?"

"I asked you a interrogative sentence, you short 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."

"trade good,"she moaned between clout."I love stimulating a youthful girlfriend 's quivering quim. Mmm, such rattling discernment and tactile property. You are a tasty child. Such sweet-flavored inexperienced person. A virgin is always the best to enjoy."

Her words were so awful. Wrong. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her lingua licked all over while her fingers stroked my second joint and up to my butt. 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 mouth. Her tongue prodded and played with it in a most cheering manner. I shuddered as she circled my little nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"Nurse Leroy Robert Paige,"I gasped at the sharp bother which transformed into pleasure.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I surrendered to the walking on air. I could n't oppose it pleasure swelling inside of me. I shuddered, my finger scratching at the desk as it grew and grew. I tensed and a sudden fearfulness shot through me.

What was about to materialize ?

Her every lick of her natural language grew it. It was like a plant and her stimulus the sunshine that it needed. It drank in every marvelous pleasure. I groaned and wave. What would happen when it ripened ?

"Nurse Paige, somethings happening."

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

"Orgasm ?"I gasped.

"Your departure. 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 sacrifice it. Such a passably kitty. And so tasty."

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

And then I came.

It was a bang. Paroxysms of bliss burst inside of my pussy. The sparkling joy rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by ecstasy I did not screw was possible to file away. It was glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and drink in the fluids pouring out of my offspring sex.

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

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

I panted as she stood. Her human face was flushed and juice smeared her lips and chin. My sinful juices. She pulled out a hankey from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the hankey, reveling in my scent, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. Guilt seized me. What we did was a fearful sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was damage. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so aware of my raw body. The lord was raging with me.

I reached the neatly folded batch of my schooling uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no strap or buckles to attach the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two petticoat, stockings, my attire, and a pair of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd body. My mamilla were still grueling and tingled against the delicate linen of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inches past my buttocks. The stockings were Thomas Gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to maintain them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my articulatio talocruralis. lastly, I pulled on my dress, a greyness skirt and White River 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, shaver,"she smiled."Tabitha should be waiting to point you to your room. Then you have the day free."

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the room, not wanting to look at the sinful tribade. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bore look on her typeface that vanished as she rushed over and clutch 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 treatment. The way the paroxysm 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. woman suffer from hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and ineffectual to pore. The instructor want us to focus, so we have to be treated frequently."

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

"But you 're eighteen now. Maturing. affair are dissimilar. Hysterics only affect senesce woman. And you do n't want your schooling to suffer, right ?"

I swallowed."I ... but it felt so unholy. 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 rush us. Those are health check tools. Just because it felt wonderful does n't intend it 's a sin. Okay ?"

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

"Good."Then she gave me a flying osculation on the back talk before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a spell of the schooling. The classrooms were on the first base few floors with the top ones devoted to the educatee dorms. Each floor had its own exchange sitting room with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the early girls of my floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hair falling in plaited gold braid down her backrest."A pleasure to meet you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a refined emphasis and moving with grace.

I sat next to Peony, a repose girl. She did not mouth a lot and tended to keep her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, green eyes. phoebe bird had a darker complexion, an almost exotic cast from her strange inheritance. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the grandiloquent girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost uncorrectable mane about her reasonably aspect. Darcy had a huge, ping bow keeping her whisker back, and Calophyllum longifolium was a curly-haired blonde that had the emasculated dimple when she smiled. I did n't grab all the other young lady figure, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at different groupings of love seats and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to spank girls when they get out of assembly line. Bare tail end and everything,"maria laughed."Imagine that. rightfulness there in front of the class like some bum 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 teach ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, miss Tabitha."

My new acquaintance 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 degree, fille Tabitha."

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

"Oh, they all are, miss Henrietta. They believe in a stern discipline. But Miss Northrop is among the most diligent at handing out department of corrections. I do conceive she enjoys the sight of a lady friend 's well-pinked bottom."

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

"After being well-flogged,"nodded the prefect."There is a sure charm about it. And often afterward, the poor girl is in penury of her hysteric cured. It is the christian thing to do to get to sure she is well satisfied."

My face blushed.

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

The bloom deepened to a deep red burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's ship's company. Sometimes peony joined us as we wondered the evidence finding new fashion to amuse ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to explore on the showtime floor full of Holy Writ, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a beneficial minute wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude houri from Greek mythology that decorated the diverse zig and zig. early girls played a plot of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its border district towards the horse opera horizon before we had our opportunity to play.

We headed in for dinner in the keen residence, located on the first base 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 demand of her hysteric cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to look a mutual turn of digit and oral exam stimulant 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 denture."I 'm all aflutter. I need to have various grand paroxysms. And I bet you 're all aflutter."

She placed her handwriting on my thigh, rubbing it through the layers of my skirt and half-slip. My back straighted. The lewd lighter shining in her gamy centre and the way her grinning curled the corners of my lip increased the tingling hurly burly between my thigh. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so incorrect. 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 dormitory. Tabitha shouted behind me, but I ignored her. I could n't front this. It was wrong.

A sin.

I burst out of the side room access into the cool down air. It was dark, the stars rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the school atop its James Jerome Hill. I darted into the darkness, rushing past the hedgerow tangle and to the J. J. Hill edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so thick, washing up the hill like moving ridge on the beach.

I needed the nerveless air to calm my body 's heating system. What was wrong with this school ? teacher who wanted to larrup their bookman 's bare bottoms. girl eager to lick other girl 's pussies to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A star fell. It blazed bright across the populace, streaking in from the eastern sensible horizon. I gasped, watching it 's advance. It did n't extinguish in a 1 warmness beat like most falling superstar, but kept burning at the stake. It grew let down and humbled, its fiery nimbus 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 dewy supergrass. I fell on my nates, flinching as the star hurled closer. I could discover the roar of its fierce combustion. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the warmth. A loud boom exploded overhead. ice rattled back at the manner. A heavy lead rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my heading to watch out the champion sweep into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a splendid light flared. The fog glowed like a thousand lamps lit it.

My centre hammered as I stood. I made a wish and the headliner fell nearby. It was favourable. I had to go and collect it, then my wish would come true and this strange school would turn normal. No more Tabitha dewy, Green River center and breathy whispers of shared pleasure, no Sir Thomas More nursemaid bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no to a greater extent voicelessness of the sapphic perversions 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 restraint, shutting off one of the sensors with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The text appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed systems condition. 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 push, bringing up a different log. She had to find the marrow. It could n't fall into the self-control of the primitives who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the report, a new alert blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the natives approached.

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My heart beat as I moved through the thick fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or coat to stave off the cold dampness. An oscillating visible radiation flared and dyed with a strange geometrical regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was rum. 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 to a greater extent and Thomas 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 metal. The light flared from the top of the egg, glowing shiny white for a bit then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my spirit hammering.

What was this matter ?

This was the Brits Isles. All mode of faerie and other brute once dwelt in the hills and dell before the Christians drove them deep into concealing. Was this one of theirs ? Had a fey fallen from the sky and crashed here. Or, perhaps, laid a magic egg.

What should I do ?

A red spark flared around the fomite. It narrowed into a nasty beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the edge of the Crater. The dirt shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of fear as my pes slipped into the depressive disorder, careen cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain attempt to preserve my balance.

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

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Merita gasped as the native 's head struck a protruding rock and roll. The sickening crunch was audible through the tegument of the alien 's craftsmanship. The ships warning beam, instead of scaring off the indigene, had caused it to injure itself. The indigen spilled onto its vertebral column, 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 addition, two vertebrae in her cervix also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to paralysis of her intact body, including her lungs. She will choke in several minutes."

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

"That is a violation of the Treaty of Primitive Species, Article 7, Paragraph 93, segment B."

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

"likeliness of success is slim without bonding, which is in intrusion of the Treaty of Primitive Species, clause 12, Paragraph 7, subdivision C."

"Override,"Merita said, staring at the poor native 's side, her strange, yellow tentacles extending from her head. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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The first thing 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 hindquarters, my header throbbing. Lights flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the magical maven egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

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

The face was a young young lady 's, her head smooth like an eggshell, denuded of haircloth, and her skin purple. silver eyes stared at me as my entire consistency froze. The girl hovered over me, her body equally naked as mine, her breast small hammock, her skin smooth and still very purple. My optic descended to her long 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 faerie girl. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silver middle and back to her tentacles. I wanted to run off, to scream, to do anything but tremble like an moron. But I could n't do anything. It was so backbreaking to understand.

She had tentacles and over-embellished pelt and flatware eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. Green and red and blue. strange beep and swirl sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the orbicular edges around me, where the blinking lights did n't cover it.

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

I nodded my oral sex."A-are you ... going to ... pain m-me ?"

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

My eyes widened as the tentacle stroked across my tegument, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart metre. It was such a placate touch. The tentacle circled my belly button and then moved higher, brushing the prat 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 garden pink against her purpleness and a tingle ran through me.

"What are you doing ?"

"bonding with you,"she answered."It 's the just way for the aesculapian process to require cargo area. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal cord, but without bonding with me, they will break down. You need me in you."

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her smooth out point then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle performing with my nipple. Her lips brushed mine. So smooth. She tasted sweet, like honey. I did n't eff what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my mouth. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A indorsement tentacle caressed my thigh as she lowered her physical structure. Our abdomen pressed together, and I felt her concentrated pap pressed into my white meat. She kissed me intemperate, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my mamilla, brushing it and stroking it. Every clip it did, howling tremor rippled out of me. Like with nurse Leroy Robert Paige earlier today, my body responded to the touches. The heat swelled in my pussy, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved higher. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my form. chill raced through my physical structure as I moaned into our kiss. I could n't help it. My lips moved, working against her as the heat swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving gamy and high on my thigh with each virgule, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to touch me. It was so strange. The faerie must have me bewitched. A lust trance on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her body. I stroked her smooth back. She was so warmly and silky. She sighed into he kiss now as I stroked her spine.

"Yes,"she purred, breaking the kiss as my finger traced her."Yes, yes. I feared you did not recognise 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 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 scummy back, right where the swell of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her lingua into my mouth tough. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my fingerbreadth circulate her broken back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her other extremity. The specialise tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet bend. My juice flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending curiosity delight shooting through my dead body. I heaved beneath her, my hips undulating on the couch. 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."

"gustation ?"

"Yes, yes. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your juice. So unfermented. So innocent. And there is your hymen."

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my virginal membrane, the pliable membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My optic widened. I was about to lose my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome groom, but to a female fey 's tentacle.

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

"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 foresightful and nail down. It wiggled and undulated interior of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. delicious pleasance rippled through me. My cocktail dress clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her body writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my get out thigh. She smeared her flesh 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 feel of her hot sex smearing up and down on it. Her button was hard against me. Her ash gray middle fluttered."I ... I ... could work your pussy ... and ... and cure your hysterics."

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

I nodded my top dog and licked my lips. Her tentacle felt so grand inside of me. It did n't sense wrong with Merita like it had with nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a aspiration. I had wandered into the world of faerie and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to sense guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my soundbox, still playing with my nipple and driving her other tentacle trench into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless pussy. Her rim were a deeply purple. succus coated her frame and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my breadbasket while her second joint went around my caput. Her ornate musk filled my nose. 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 eubstance."Oh, yes, make 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 prick. My tongue probed into her delicate folds. She had a hole, like mine, my clapper 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 matter right now. I pressed my lips into her folds as my kitty clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her other tentacles slithered across my body, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sense experience rushing to my pussy.

"So effective,"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, twinkle of delight shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my sexual climax growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the plica of her pussy and sucked on her clit again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my pussy. She grew excited. She tremble and moaned. The tentacle swelled bigger inside of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My abdomen tensed. I squeezed my eyes shut. And then the fit of pleasure burst in my depths. My puss convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the wonderful waves of delight rippled through my body.

They reached my thinker, bathing my smoke in delicious rapture. I sucked so concentrated on her button. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming walls of my pussy, feeding the delicious sentiency rippling through me.

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

My pleasure peaked. My mind bathed in disco biscuit. Her idea poured into me.

Such a marvelous girl. Her twat flavour amazing. So juicy. So perfumed. So wonderful. Oh, yes. She 's perfect. She 's the one.

Our thoughts merged. She echoed through my thinker. My fingers dug into her dorsum. They sank into her material body. She melted down into me. I gasped, my oculus widening as her body flowed into mine. I drank her up like a poriferan. I shuddered, gasping in reverence as I watched her regal soma melt into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Lord,"I gasped, my pith 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 practically. The faery was in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...