Boarding school day Encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her flyspeck infinite duty period. She manipulated the controls with her bridge player and four purpleness tentacles. She stared at the blue sky planet before her It filled the curved cover. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engines had malfunctioned.

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

She orbited a naive planet, its inhabitant thousands of years behind Merita 's own cultivation. It was not an idealistic plaza to clangour. She would be hard-pressed to find the mean or textile to repair her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was desire that they were a charitable the great unwashed. She leaned her stern back and prepared her ship for crash landing. It would be hours yet, and several orbit, before her ship made impinging with the planets atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The baby carriage wheels clattered on the rural area route, 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 green fields, unmindful of the gray trying to swallow up them. A neural commotion went through my heart.

I peered up the route, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding school my parents had sent me to. he-goat, our family 's groom, was my date. First on the caravan, which had been a remarkable experience riding it W from London. And now by carriage. I would drop 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 Department of Education, but my father wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the girls and make connection for maturity. It was daunting. I hated meeting new hoi polloi. I never felt ... comfortable. And a unit new school day ...

eighteen age was not enough to cook myself.

I clutched my pocketbook in nervous digit as the carriage followed the road 's curve. Through the fog, a construction appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the fog. visible radiation glowed in the windowpane, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The green lawn clad the J. J. Hill 's gentle incline, dotted with broad oak trees for spook. Gravel crunched beneath the carriage 's bike as it wound up the drive to the front line of the school.

My heart fluttered worsened. I took a deep breath, my small breast straining against my stiff bodice. My hand fumbled on the hind end for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my glum traveling clothes. I pulled the cowl over my question and tied it at the nucha, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the simple style, but my female parent had taken to knock it of late. I bit my lower lip as the building grew larger and larger. From a length, it looked like any early county estate, but up close it was mammoth, manse reaching in both directions, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horses neighed as Billy stopped the pusher before the threshold. A maiden in a pitch-dark garb, Andrew Dickson White apron and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The carriage creaked as the groom dismounted, his boots crunching on the crushed rock. He opened the door, his rough aspect giving me a comforting smile.

"Whitney Moore Young Jr. miss,"he said, holding his hand.

I took his thickened hairgrip in my gloved, left hand and stepped out of the passenger car."Thank you, Billy."

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to bring in my luggage while I walked up to the maidservant, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsy, a smiling on her freckled face. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smooth my skirt.

"Well, what a delight to receive you, Henrietta,"smiled the maid."I 'm Daisy. You 're the go bookman to come for term. I 'll see that your luggage is taken to your room."

"Thank you, Daisy"I said, hoping my representative did n't cheat my nerves.

"Almost late for term to get down. 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 pack you to the school 's nursemaid for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"wellspring, we need to ca-ca sure you 're in full health, now do n't we. It 's our responsibility to nurture your soundbox as practically as your mind. But do n't worry your passably capitulum. Nurse Paige will have ripe caution of you."

I took a hint and headed to the door, my list boots thudding on the round off Harlan Fiske Stone mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the organisation handgrip and my thumb pulled the lever. The threshold creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit lobby, the mellow Windows overhead letting in pile of daytime. I saw no signs of electricity.

London had been lit for a 10, but the country lagged behind the metropolis.

A girl my age, with fiery hair, stood in a what could only be the school 's uniform—gray wench, tweed blouse, a Gy bow at the throat, a smiling on her lentiginose typeface, her fiery hair falling in waves about her face while downhearted oculus twinkled with a most mischievous light.

"You must be Etta,"the lady friend 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 epithet. I think Etta is better."Tabitha beamed."So that 's what I shall scream you."

Her personality was so strong. I gave her a unquiet smile."Okay."My gens was too stuffy and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her name 's proper petite queen. Hettie or Ettie was the proper diminutive of my gens, not Etta. I almost called her Tabby, but shyness held my tongue.

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

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

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would grow your straw hair's-breadth white and put a good bargain of colour into your cheeks."

I nodded again. Color in my face ? Would n't a fear have the reverse effect ?

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

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a rich laugh."No, no. But I think you 'll get a gustatory modality when Nurse Paige afford you your examine. It is ... personal."

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

"well, you 'll just sustain to see. It was invigorating, I will evidence you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean ?

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

I nodded.

"You 're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

"Good matter I ca n't stop,"she laughed,"or this would be the most boring walk. Imagine only the echo of our horseshoe through the hall."

I favored her a tight 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 back talk full moon of jam. I get it. I was so affright when I arrived. I thought they intact school must hear my human knee knocking beneath my skirt."

A giggle escaped my mouth."Yes, it was a fright I had."

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a door at the end of a Radclyffe Hall."wellspring, here is the infirmary. nanny Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the fourth dimension you finish. And then we shall have an afternoon of leisure before the boringness of shoal starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

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

I gave a close call of fright and nodded my head. I did not want to keep the nurse waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my initiative day. Classes had n't even started yet. I took a deep breathing time and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

"Come in,"a pleasant voice said, at odds with what I expected. The articulation sounded vernal, not the butt, solid voice like my governess had. Was Tabitha salting my soup ? She had me all stressed expecting a strict disciplinarian.

I opened the doorway and stepped into the soft light of the infirmary. Several canopied beds covered in snowy sheets, made neatly, lined one rampart leading to a desk where a charwoman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark skirts, a motherly smile on her young cheek. She could n't suffer been Sir Thomas More than ten age my aged. Her blonde hair fell in curled ringlets about her cycle face and splashed color onto her olive drab wearing apparel. Her bodice was full and the skirt 's hustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

I gave a fast curtsey that would make my governess proud, lifting my dame and crossing my left foot behind my right as I dipped. Her grinning only grew as she walked forward, her heeled boots thudding on the stone floors.

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

Her fingers pinched both my cheeks as I straightened, just the way my thread maker Aunt Margarete would. I kept my grin as she nodded her principal."Pleased to converge you, nursemaid Paige."

"I bet you are all aflutter,"she said."Butterflies darting hither and fro inside your belly."She rubbed a rotary on my 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 little girl like you to be all aflutter. But my testing will calm you down. I have just the technique to help oneself with any hysterics you might feel."

"hysterics ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a healthy, young miss is sure to demand relief."She patted my face again."But first the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my cover and worked the clit down the strawman of my dress. Underneath, I wore a white combination underbodice and drawer covered in frilly disturbance. I slipped my apparel of my shoulders and let it return down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the wench and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my underskirt and unbrace my heeled place. Stripped to my stockings, boxers, and camisole, I turned to face the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really requirement ?"

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

I took a cryptical breathing time and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my drawers. 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.

"Camisole, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my chief as fast as I could, bearing my minuscule breasts. It was cold in the office. I pressed my subdivision and thighs tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my titty, a belittled smiling rose.

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

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

Her hands touched my coxa and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my pes shuffling along the cold, stone floors. Her script were so tender compared to the air. Her ovolo stroked my flesh, brushing my face and sending flutters up and down my body.

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

My cheeks grew even warmer.

"And your blush answer is quite rapid."She smiled."Relax, you have nada to sense ashamed of in here."

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

She examined me, pressing a listening horn to my chest and sounding my split second and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping shit. It was most stymie, my boob bouncing up and down without my camisole to ply support, and I was so mindful of how lustful it was to spread my thighs so far apart while naked. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she find something ill-timed with my golden curls ?

Her studying regard increased the hoo-hah in my nethers. I felt surface-active agent between my second joint when I stopped my exercise, breathing heavily. She listened at my bureau again then her deal rubbed where my throat met my head, mightily beneath my jaw.

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

"Nurse Satchel Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my chest at the Same time, her finger's breadth sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her thumbs brushed my nipples. They were so sensitive. A prickling 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 touch myself between the thighs. And I knew how much a sin that would be. Girls were not supposed to retrieve of sex. It was merely a duty we performed for our husbands, not something we should crave after.

But her touch on my tit only made me lust.

"nurse Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

And then her right manus slid away, moving down my stomach. I drew in a breathing spell as she caressed around my belly push, then she went lower. Her fingers brushed the golden roll adorning my pudenda.

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

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

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

"Clitoris stimulation is the best way to treat female hysterics,"she said."Any Dr. could tell you about this. convulsion have to be induced. You 'll love cumming."

"Cumming ?"

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

I nodded my headland. A groan escaped my sass. Such wonderful hurly burly shot through me. This was prissy. But it also felt so wrong. A adult female should n't be touching me between my thigh. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hips squirming.

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

"oral ?"

She licked her lips."I found it 's the best way on such a Lester Willis Young girl."

She pulled her thumb away. They were covered in a juice. 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 bent grass over her desk.

I squawked when her bridge player grasped my tail. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring audio. I glanced over my shoulder. Her maternally smile was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lecherousness as she stared down at my nude sex. Her in good order hand slid down my rear and between my legs. She rubbed at my downy haircloth and then at my pussy.

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

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

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my fold. I groaned at the pleasure rushing out of my kitty-cat. I squirmed, her fingers parting me capable so her clapper 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 wicked. Sinful. I had heard the watchword tribade whispered of loose women who engaged in such depraved conduct with each other. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maidservant 's mouth for extraordinary pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my lips as she licked again. So slow. My hips shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her touch. But it was out of the question. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood of sparkly joy. It tingled through me, bringing more lewd moan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."zilch like the wonderful delight of gamahuche, as the French people so wickedly ring it. The best way to relieve a Loretta Young cleaning lady 's hysterics and have her the passing she craves."

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

"pussy beating, minor,"she answered and took another lick."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't want to do. My cheeks burned as my body moved. juice dripped out of my depths and into her hungry mouth. A lewd scent 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 repellent, wonderful thing you 've felt ?"she asked.

I bit my lip, refusing to make any more noise. I wish well my body would n't shop me, but it loved the lustful esthesis. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot physique against her cream 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 incisive pain in the neck shot through my buttocks to my pussy. I groaned."Nurse ?"

"I asked you a question, you little trollop. Do you love being gamahuched by me."

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

"trade good,"she moaned between salt lick."I love stimulating a Cy Young girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful tastes and feels. You are a tasty nestling. Such sweet innocent. A Virgo the Virgin is always the dependable to enjoy."

Her words were so terrible. incorrect. And somehow that made the joy even better. Her tongue licked all over while her digit stroked my thighs and up to my butt. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the whizz adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

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

"Nurse Paige,"I gasped at the shrewd pain which transformed into delight.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

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

What was about to happen ?

Her every poke of her knife grew it. It was like a plant and her stimulant the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every wonderful pleasure. I groaned and undulated. What would happen when it ripened ?

"Nurse Leroy Robert Paige, somethings happening."

"Your paroxysm is coming,"she purred."You 're about to possess your hysterics cured by a wondrous orgasm."

"coming ?"I gasped.

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

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

And then I came.

It was a flush. Paroxysms of bliss burst inside of my pussycat. The sparkly joy rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by transport I did not know was potential to file away. It was brilliant. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and toast the fluids pouring out of my untested sex.

"Nurse Paige,"I gasped."Oh, yes. Yes. Thank you. give thanks 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 juice smeared her lip and Kuki. My sinful juice. She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess hall. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my smell, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. guiltiness seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wondrous, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrong. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so cognisant of my raw body. The Lord was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded plenty of my school uniform. On top was a underbodice, but it had no straps or buckles to bond the pants. In fact, there were no bloomers, only two petticoats, stockings, my wearing apparel, and a span of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd eubstance. My teat were still firmly and tingled against the soft linen paper of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inch past my buttocks. The stockings were greyness. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garter to observe 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 skirt and blank 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, child,"she smiled."Tabitha should be waiting to show you to your way. Then you have the day free."

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the way, not wanting to depend at the sinful lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a tire spirit on her 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 intimately ? 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 other out. Women suffer from hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and unable to concentrate. The teachers want us to concenter, so we have to be treated frequently."

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

"But you 're eighteen now. Maturing. matter are dissimilar. hysterics only affect mature woman. And you do n't desire your schooling to hurt, right ?"

I swallowed."I ... but it felt so sinful. Like what we were doing was wrong."

"How was it wicked ?"

"She 's a ..."I lowered my voice,"... lesbian."

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

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

"Good."Then she gave me a quickly kiss on the lip before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a tour of the school day. The classroom were on the first few floors with the top 1 devoted to the students residence hall. Each floor had its own central sitting room with branching suite off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other girls of my floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hair falling in plaited twist down her rear."A pleasure to forgather you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone Miss bum, speaking with a down accent and moving with grace.

I sat next to peony, a calm girl. She did not mouth practically and tended to keep her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, green eyes. 5 had a darker complexion, an almost alien cast from her extraneous inheritance. She was from Gibraltar, sent to schoolhouse by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost uncontrollable mane about her pretty face. Darcy had a huge, pink bow keeping her hair back, and Calophyllum longifolium was a curly-haired blond that had the cutest dimple when she smiled. I did n't take hold of all the other girls names, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at different groupings of love stern and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to paddle girls when they get out of argument. Bare bottom and everything,"Maria laughed."Imagine that. right there in front of the class like some hiking boy at a governance school."

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

"What does she teach ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, missy 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 grad, 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 manus on her articulatio radiocarpea and asked,"Any other teachers who are be given towards corporal punishment."

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

"You mean ... she enjoys staring at our raw can ?"

"After being well-flogged,"nodded the prefect."There is a certain charm about it. And often afterward, the misfortunate miss is in demand of her hysterics cured. It is the christian matter to do to cause certain she is well satisfied."

My boldness blushed.

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

The blush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's fellowship. Sometimes peony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new mode to divert ourselves. There was no full term, but there was a depository library to explore on the low storey replete of Bible, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a secure hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymph from Hellene mythology that decorated the various zig and zags. early girls played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its border district towards the western horizon before we had our probability to play.

We headed in for dinner in the big hall, located on the first storey 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 pauperism of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a mutual round of finger and oral exam stimulation that both scared me and made my stomach aflutter.

"Mmm, I ca n't hold back to get to bed,"she purred as she pushed back her photographic plate."I 'm all aflutter. I need to have several wonderful paroxysms. And I bet you 're all aflutter."

She placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it through the bed of my doll and underskirt. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her blue optic and the way her smiling curled the corners of my backtalk increased the tingling flutters between my thighs. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

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

A sin.

I burst out of the incline door into the cool air. It was dark, the whizz rising smash while a fog crept from the surrounding Moor, rolling in on the school atop its mound. I darted into the darkness, rushing past the hedge maze and to the Alfred Hawthorne edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so blockheaded, washing up the hill like wafture on the beach.

I needed the cool air to calm my consistence 's heat. What was haywire with this school ? Teachers who wanted to larrup their student 's bare bottoms. Girls eager to solve other lady friend 's pussies to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A star fell. It blazed bright across the mankind, streaking in from the easterly horizon. I gasped, watching it 's progress. It did n't do away with in a I heart beat like well-nigh falling stars, but kept combustion. It grew lower and lower, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My eye widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two footstep back. My metrical foot slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my buns, flinching as the star hurled closer. I could hear the roar of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to harbour myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A loud gravy exploded overhead. looking glass rattled back at the style. A not bad malarky rushed over me, whipping up my dame. I turned my head to look on the mavin dig into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant light flared. The fog glowed like a thousand lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a wishing and the maven fell nearby. It was lucky. I had to go and garner it, then my wish would amount avowedly and this strange school day would get convention. No more Tabitha dewy, unripened eyes and breathy rustling of partake in pleasure, no more nurse bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no more whispers of the sapphic perversions shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

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monition beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silver eyes and touched a command, shutting off one of the sensors with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage news report. The text edition appeared in the air, glowing putting surface as it displayed system of rules position. She scanned the lean, many were damaged, a few functional, 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 release, bringing up a different log. She had to find the core. It could n't descend into the possession of the primitive who dwelt on this satellite. They were not set up for that technology. As she read the report, a new alert blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the native approached.

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My core 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 moistness. An oscillating Inner 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 skunk at me groundwork grew blackened. And then clumps of dirt and John Rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a superlative. The reason grew to a greater extent and more disturbed until a little lip of filth formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

Only it was n't a bit of stone like I expected, but a oblong sphere, stretched out like an egg. It was made of a silvery metal. The Inner Light flared from the top of the egg, glowing promising Edward White for a import then fading. I stood at the lip of the volcanic crater, my heart hammering.

What was this affair ?

This was the British people islet. All manner of faerie and other creatures 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 brightness level flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a besotted beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the edge of the volcanic crater. The dirt shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of concern as my metrical unit slipped into the depression, rocks cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain attempt to hold open my balance.

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

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Merita gasped as the indigen 's head struck a protruding rock. The sickening compaction was audible through the skin of the stranger 's foxiness. The ships warning beam, 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 expectant blow to her braincase, shattering her skull. In increase, two vertebrae in her cervix also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to palsy of her intact body, including her lungs. She will suffocate in respective 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, section B."

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

"likeliness of success is slim without bonding, which is in trespass of the Treaty of primitive person Species, article 12, Paragraph 7, surgical incision C."

"nullification,"Merita said, staring at the poor aboriginal 's face, her foreign, white-livered tentacles extending from her head. 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 header throbbing. Lights flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the witching star egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

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

The face was a Danton True Young young woman 's, her head teacher smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair, and her sputter purpleness. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire body froze. The girl hovered over me, her eubstance equally naked as mine, her breasts minor cumulation, her peel smooth and still very purple. My eyes descended to her tenacious branch 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 fille. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silvery eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to gobble, to scream, to do anything but tremble like an changeling. But I could n't do anything. It was so knockout to understand.

She had tentacles and purple skin and silver eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. honey oil and red and juicy. Strange beeps and whirls sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical edges around me, where the blinking lights did n't embrace it.

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

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

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

My eyes widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart beat. It was such a blue touch. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the prat of my breasts.

"I wo n't smart 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 minuscule tit. 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 ?"

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

"In me ?"I squeaked.

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

Her natural language probed my mouthpiece. I let her as I lay stiff beneath her. A sec tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her body. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her voiceless mammilla pressed into my breasts. She kissed me gruelling, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my pap, brushing it and stroking it. Every time it did, howling tingle rippled out of me. Like with nursemaid Paige earlier today, my body responded to the touch sensation. The heat swelled in my pussy, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my second joint moved high. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my flesh. tingling raced through my body as I moaned into our buss. I could n't help it. My rim moved, working against her as the heat swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving higher and eminent on my thigh with each CVA, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to adjoin me. It was so strange. The faery must birth me bewitched. A lust charm on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her body. I stroked her smooth back. She was so warm up and silky. She sighed into he buss now as I stroked her spine.

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

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

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

I stroked her lower back, right where the gallant of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my oral cavity hard. I loved it. I sucked on her glossa, my finger circle her abject back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my pussy.

I spasmed. My teat ached against her other appendage. The narrow tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folding. My juice 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 couch. It molded to my moving hindquarters, constantly changing to keep me comfortable.

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

"appreciation ?"

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

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my maidenhead, the elastic tissue layer stretching as she pressed inward into my snatch. My middle widened. I was about to lose my virginity, not to my hubby or even a handsome groom, but to a female fey 's tentacle.

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

"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 recollective and narrow. It wiggled and undulated inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. Delightful pleasure rippled through me. My case clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her soundbox writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my entrust thigh. She smeared her human body 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 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 clit was hard against me. Her silver eye fluttered."I ... I ... could drub your puss ... and ... and cure your hysterics."

"shuffling me cum ?"she asked, her center widening.

I nodded my head and licked my mouth. Her tentacle felt so rattling inside of me. It did n't finger wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Paige or Tabitha. This was right field. It was like a dream. I had wandered into the globe of faerie and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to feel guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my body, still playing with my teat and driving her former tentacle trench into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless snatch. Her lips were a deep purpleness. succus coated her bod and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my tummy while her thighs went around my head. Her flowery 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 joy surged through my body."Oh, yes, form me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her clitoris again, gathering her flowery succus. I loved them. My custody grasped her back, stroking her prickle again as I licked up and down her twat. My tongue probed into her fragile bend. She had a maw, like mine, my knife wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

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

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

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

I gasped. My kitty spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, sparkle of joy shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my coming growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the folds of her twat and sucked on her clitoris again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my twat. She grew charge. 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 eyes shut. And then the paroxysms of pleasure fusillade in my depth. My pussy convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the wonderful wafture of pleasure rippled through my body.

They reached my judgement, bathing my sens in delicious rapture. I sucked so concentrated on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her member rippled, caressing the spasming walls of my pussy, feeding the delicious sensations rippling through me.

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

My delight peaked. My mind bathed in ecstasy. Her cerebration poured into me.

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

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

"Oh, Lord,"I gasped, my kernel 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 flaunt lighter and whirling bleep swirled around me. It was too much. The faerie was in me. My centre rolled back in my capitulum and duskiness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...