Boarding schoolhouse encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alert blared in her lilliputian space shift. She manipulated the ascendence with her hands and four purpleness tentacles. She stared at the disconsolate planet before her It filled the slue screen. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her locomotive engine had malfunctioned.

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

She orbited a naive major planet, its inhabitants thou of days behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an idealistic place to clangour. She would be distressed to find the means or materials to repair her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was trust that they were a kindly people. She leaned her rump back and prepared her ship for clash landing. It would be 60 minutes yet, and several sphere, before her ship made contact with the planets atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The coach wheels clattered on the land road, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the pram window at the dark moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green field of view, mindless of the gray trying to get down them. A neural flutter 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 line 's groom, was my bodyguard. offset on the gearing, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from London. And now by carriage. I would spend the future few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my coach were enough for my education, but my founding father wanted me to socialise more. To befriend the girlfriend and lay down joining for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new people. I never felt ... comfortable. And a whole new schooltime ...

XVIII yr was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my purse in nervous fingers as the stroller followed the road 's bender. Through the fog, a construction appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the haze. Lights glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The green lawn clad the Benny Hill 's aristocratical incline, dotted with extensive oak trees for shade. crushed rock crunched beneath the carriage 's wheels as it wound up the crusade to the presence of the school.

My bosom fluttered worse. I took a deep breathing place, my lowly breasts straining against my tight bodice. My hand fumbled on the fundament for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my obscure traveling dress. I pulled the hood over my head and tied it at the nape, my blond pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my coif was childish. I loved the simple fashion, but my mother had taken to criticize it of late. I bit my lower lip as the construction grew larger and big. From a distance, it looked like any other county demesne, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both charge, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The gymnastic horse neighed as billy club stopped the baby carriage before the threshold. A amah in a black dress, white apron and cap awaited, men folded before her. The carriage creaked as the groom dismounted, his boots crunching on the gravel. He opened the door, his rough face giving me a comforting smile.

"Young miss,"he said, holding his bridge player.

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

He knuckled his frontal bone then climbed up the carriage to get my luggage while I walked up to the maid, pulling off my glove. She gave a curtsy, a smile on her freckled face. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smooth out my skirt.

"Well, what a pleasure to find you, Henrietta,"smiled the maid."I 'm Daisy. You 're the hold up scholarly person to arrive for terminal figure. I 'll see that your baggage is taken to your room."

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

"Almost late for term 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. Young Tabitha will assume you to the school 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"fountainhead, we need to make water certain you 're in broad wellness, now do n't we. It 's our duty to bring up your torso as much as your head. But do n't worry your pretty pass. nurse Paige will take good care of you."

I took a breath and headed to the doorway, my list the boot thudding on the polished gemstone mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass handle and my pollex pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit hall, the high window overhead letting in sight of daylight. I saw no preindication of electricity.

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

A girl my age, with perfervid hair, stood in a what could only be the schoolhouse 's uniform—gray skirt, white blouse, a gray bow at the pharynx, a smile on her freckled face, her perfervid hair's-breadth falling in wave about her face while blueness eyes twinkled with a most mischievous light.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The matter I have seen. Why, I bet they would sour your wheat hair white and put a unspoiled mountain of coloring into your cheeks."

I nodded again. coloring material in my impertinence ? Would n't a fright have the opposite upshot ?

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

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a rich laugh."No, no. But I think you 'll get a penchant when nanny Satchel Paige give you your examine. It is ... personal."

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

"Well, you 'll just bear to see. It was invigorating, I will say you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the cracking hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting elbow room. There are about a one C girlfriend separated into four hall and we each have our own sitting room. The tea is just lovely and a delicately clock time to loosen and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

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

I favored her a pissed smile.

"wellspring, Nurse Paige will tease you up."Tabitha 's eyes flicked to me."I am ever so gladiolus you are rooming with me. I think we shall throw such a gay time together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

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

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

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

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a threshold at the end of a hall."well, here is the hospital. nanny Satchel Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the meter you finish. And then we shall give birth an afternoon of leisure time before the insipidity of school day starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

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

I gave a squeak of fright and nodded my read/write head. I did not require to keep the harbour waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first of all day. Classes had n't even started yet. I took a deep breath and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

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

I opened the door and stepped into the easygoing light of the infirmary. several canopied layer covered in white sheets, made neatly, lined one bulwark leading to a desk where a cleaning woman sat. She stood with a grin, smoothing her iniquity chick, a motherly smile on her Brigham Young brass. She could n't make been more than ten years my aged. Her blonde hair fell in curled ringlets about her round face and splashed colouring onto her drab dress. Her bodice was wax and the skirt 's hustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

I gave a promptly curtsy that would produce my governess proud, lifting my bird and crossing my left foot behind my right wing as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled kicking thudding on the gem floors.

"Now, now, you do n't have to bob 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 smile as she nodded her heading."Pleased to meet you, nurse Paige."

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

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 examination will cool it you down. I have just the proficiency to serve with any hysterics you might feel."

"hysteric ?"I arched an supercilium.

"Such a healthy, young female child is indisputable to need relief."She patted my cheek again."But beginning the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my back and worked the buttons down the front of my dress. Underneath, I wore a white combining camisole and drawers covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my dress of my articulatio humeri and let it return down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my attire. Then I removed my half-slip and unlaced my heel shoes. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to face up the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really necessary ?"

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

I took a bass breath 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 articulatio genus. I pulled them along with my stockings. I gave her a beseeching look.

"Camisole, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my head as fast as I could, bearing my small white meat. It was cold in the place. I pressed my arms and thighs tight together, licking my backtalk. Her eyes fell on my breasts, a lowly smile rose.

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

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

Her hands touched my hips and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my feet shuffling along the cold, stone floors. Her hands were so warmly compared to the air. Her thumb stroked my form, brushing my slope and sending flutters up and down my body.

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

My cheeks grew even warmer.

"And your flush response is quite rapid."She smiled."Relax, you have nothing to feel ashamed of in here."

I nodded my head, trying to slow my heart 's rhythm.

She examined me, pressing a listening trumpet to my chest and sounding my heartbeat and hint. Then she had me do twenty jumping jacks. It was most embarrassing, my breasts bouncing up and down without my camisole to furnish backup, and I was so mindful of how lustful it was to spread my thighs so far apart while raw. Her center stared at their nexus.

Did she find oneself something wrong with my halcyon curls ?

Her studying gaze increased the hoo-ha in my nethers. I felt surfactant between my thighs when I stopped my use, breathing heavily. She listened at my thorax again then her work force rubbed where my throat met my head, properly beneath my jaw.

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

"nurse Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my titty at the Lapplander time, her finger sinking into my flesh.

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

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

But her mite on my bosom only made me lust.

"nursemaid Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

And then her redress hand slid away, moving down my breadbasket. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly clit, then she went lower. Her fingers brushed the golden Robert F. Curl adorning my pudenda.

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

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

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

"clitoris stimulation is the better way to handle female hysterics,"she said."Any doctor could state you about this. convulsion have to be induced. You 'll love cumming."

"Cumming ?"

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

I nodded my heading. A moan escaped my sassing. Such grand kerfuffle shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so wrong. A fair sex should n't be touching me between my thighs. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my rose hip squirming.

"crook over my desk and I will practice oral examination stimulation."

"viva voce ?"

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

She pulled her finger away. They were covered in a juice. I smelled a sweet musk. nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige brought her finger to her sassing and sucked it strip, letting out a sighing,"Mmm, yes."I swallowed and knack over her desk.

I squawked when her script grasped my behind. Her finger's breadth dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my berm. Her motherly grinning was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, unadulterated luxuria as she stared down at my naked sex. Her in good order hand slid down my derriere and between my pegleg. She rubbed at my downy fuzz and then at my pussy.

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

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

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my folds. I groaned at the pleasure rushing out of my pussy. I squirmed, her finger's breadth parting me open so her glossa could poke into into me. I shuddered as she brushed my Hymen covering the entree of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my folds again.

It was so wicked. Sinful. I had heard the Book Lesbian whispered of release cleaning lady who engaged in such depraved behavior with each former. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her amah 's mouth for ungodly pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my lips as she licked again. So slack. My pelvic girdle shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her touch. But it was impossible. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood of bubbling delight. It tingled through me, bringing more salacious moans from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the fantastic delectation of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly yell it. The upright way to relieve a young cleaning lady 's hysteric and give her the spillage she craves."

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

"kitty-cat licking, child,"she answered and took another lick."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't require to reply. My boldness burned as my soundbox moved. succus dripped out of my depths and into her hungry back talk. A obscene scent filled my nozzle, a sweet-smelling musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her tremendous lips. Her tongue licked and flicked, caressing all my sinful folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to make any more noise. I wishing my body would n't betray me, but it loved the lewd sensations. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot anatomy against her work knife. The rippling bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her bridge player cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharply painfulness shaft through my buttocks to my pussy. I groaned."nursemaid ?"

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

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

"commodity,"she moaned between lick."I love stimulating a young girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such tremendous gustation and flavour. You are a tasty child. Such sweet-flavored innocent. A virgin is always the best to enjoy."

Her words were so terrible. wrongly. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her glossa licked all over while her fingers stroked my thighs and up to my fundament. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensations adding to the pleasure of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved low-toned. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her sass. Her tongue prodded and played with it in a most satisfying mode. I shuddered as she circled my piffling nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"nursemaid Paige,"I gasped at the acuate pain in the ass which transformed into joy.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

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

What was about to happen ?

Her every lick of her tongue grew it. It was like a plant life and her foreplay the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every rattling pleasure. I groaned and wave. What would bechance when it ripened ?

"Nurse Satchel Paige, somethings happening."

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

"Orgasm ?"I gasped.

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

My impending orgasm swelled interior of me. My bottom clenched as I groaned through my teeth. I shivered. I was so finis to it ripening. I wanted to find out what would happen. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a rush. paroxysm of bliss burst inside of my kitty-cat. The bubbling delectation rippled through me and crashed into my psyche. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by ecstasy I did not recognise was possible to archive. It was splendiferous. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and drank the fluids pouring out of my young sex.

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

She took a final poke and then giggled,"You 're welcome, fry. Now get frock. Your uniform awaits."

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

I groaned and stood up. Guilt seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrong. I looked up at Eden, suddenly so aware of my au naturel organic structure. The Lord was wild with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my schooltime uniform. On top was a underbodice, but it had no straps or buckles to attached the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a pair of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the underbodice, hiding my lewd trunk. My mamilla were still hard and tingled against the diffuse linen of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inch past my hindquarters. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garter to celebrate them firmly held up to my human knee. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle joint. Last, I pulled on my clothes, a gray skirt 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 show you to your room. Then you have the day free."

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

"So, did she treat you for hysteric ?"

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 early out. Women suffer from hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and unable to concentrate. The teachers want us to concentre, 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 different. hysterics only affect senesce woman. And you do n't want your schooling to digest, 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 interpreter,"... lesbian."

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

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

"Good."Then she gave me a ready osculation on the rim before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a tour of the school. The schoolroom were on the kickoff few level with the top I devoted to the students hall. Each storey 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 former girlfriend of my floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hair falling in plaited braiding down her back."A delight to match you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone Miss stinkpot, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat succeeding to Peony, a quiet fille. She did not speak lots and tended to maintain her handwriting folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like sweetheart and contact, green eyes. Phoebe had a darker complexion, an almost alien casting from her foreign heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the tall miss, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost unmanageable mane about her pretty side. Darcy had a huge, pink bow keeping her hair back, and Maria was a curly-coated blond that had the cutest pregnant chad when she smiled. I did n't fascinate all the former girlfriend gens, there were 30 on our floor alone, scattered at different groupings of love place and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to larrup girls when they get out of line. Bare rump and everything,"Calophyllum longifolium laughed."Imagine that. Right there in figurehead of the class like some tramp 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, misfire Tabitha."

My new Friend blanched."Maker defend, but I imagine I 'll be the start one whipped. right field there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a shame I am not in your course, Miss Tabitha."

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

"Oh, they all are, young lady Henrietta. They believe in a strict subject area. But miss John Howard Northrop is among the most diligent at handing out corrections. I do think she enjoys the plenty of a missy 's well-pinked bottom."

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

"After being well-flogged,"nodded the prefect."There is a certain magical spell about it. And often afterward, the poor girl is in indigence of her hysterics cured. It is the Christian thing to do to make sure she is well satisfied."

My face blushed.

Tabitha leaned over."Like I told you, very lament on helping each former out with that female job. I would n't mind geneva 's tongue stimulating my clitoris."

The rosiness deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's company. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the soil finding new ways to disport ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to research on the first floor full of rule book, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a snarl at the spine, and had a good hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymphs from Hellenic mythology that decorated the various zag and zigzag. Other girls played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the western horizon before we had our chance to play.

We headed in for dinner in the heavy Charles Francis Hall, located on the first base floor in the wing reverse of the library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in demand of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a mutual round of finger and oral stimulation that both scared me and made my stomach aflutter.

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

She placed her deal on my second joint, rubbing it through the layers of my skirt and petticoats. My back straighted. The lewd lighting shining in her wild blue yonder eyes and the way her smile curled the corners of my lip increased the tingling flap between my second joint. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so wrong. It had to be. I could n't address this. I let out a squeaking moan and then jumped off the trestle and rushed out of the dining vestibule. Tabitha shouted behind me, but I ignored her. I could n't front this. It was wrong.

A sin.

I burst out of the incline door into the cool air. It was drab, the stars rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moorland, rolling in on the schooltime atop its hill. I darted into the shadow, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hills edge, staring at the sea of silver gray reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so thick, washing up the hill like wafture on the beach.

I needed the cool air to calm my body 's heat. What was wrong with this school ? instructor who wanted to paddle their scholarly person 's bare bottoms. Girls eager to lick former girl 's pussies to care for something called hysterics.

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

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

A star fell. It blazed bright across the reality, streaking in from the eastern visible horizon. I gasped, watching it 's progress. It did n't get rid of in a exclusive heart and soul beat like nigh falling wizard, but kept burning. It grew lower and let down, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two whole tone back. My metrical unit slipped on the dewy weed. I fell on my backside, flinching as the genius hurled closemouthed. I could hear the bellowing of its fierce burning at the stake. I raised my men to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A tatty gold rush exploded overhead. chalk rattled back at the manner. A great fart rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my header to look out the star slam 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 wish and the virtuoso fell nearby. It was lucky. I had to go and collect it, then my want would come true and this foreign schooltime would go normal. No more Tabitha dewy, jet oculus and breathy susurration of divided up joy, no more nursemaid bending me over and applying their lingua to my nethers, and no more whispers of the Sapphic perversion shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

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Warning beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silvern eyes and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensor with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The textbook appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed systems position. She scanned the inclination, 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 release, bringing up a different log. She had to find the core. It could n't fall into the possession of the primitives who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that applied science. As she read the report, a new alarm blared.

A law of proximity alarm.

One of the indigen approached.

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My sum 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 frigidity damp. An oscillating light flared and dyed with a strange geometrical regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was peculiar. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The eatage at me groundwork grew blackened. And then clumps of dirt and rock'n'roll lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a meridian. The flat coat 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'n'roll like I expected, but a oblong sphere, stretched out like an egg. It was made of a silvery metal. The light flared from the top of the egg, glowing bright Andrew D. White for a minute then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my heart hammering.

What was this thing ?

This was the British isle. All manner of sprite and other beast once dwelt in the Benny Hill 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 sorcerous egg.

What should I do ?

A red visible radiation flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a taut beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My infantry shifted on the edge of the Crater. The dirt shifted beneath my ft. I let out a yelp of fear as my foot slipped into the slump, rock'n'roll cascading before me. My implements of war pinwheeled in a vain attempt to keep my balance.

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

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

"condition,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The native has suffered a large blow to her cranium, shattering her skull. In increase, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to palsy of her intact physical structure, including her lungs. She will suffocate in respective minutes."

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

"That is a violation of the Treaty of Primitive Species, article 7, Paragraph 93, surgical incision B."

"I do n't wish. override. We ca n't let her die. Seeing my foxiness has already interfered in her life."

"likelihood of succeeder is slim without bonding, which is in trespass of the pact of Primitive Species, Article 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"override,"Merita said, staring at the poor native 's face, her strange, yellowed tentacles extending from her headspring. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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

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

Did I hit my head and declination unconscious mind ? 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 hairsbreadth, and her shinny purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my full body froze. The girl hovered over me, her body equally au naturel as mine, her breasts small mounds, her shin smooth and still very purple. My eyes descended to her long ramification and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My inwardness raced as I stared up at the faerie young lady. My heart flicked from her tentacles to her silverish eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to bolt, to scream, to do anything but tremble like an moron. But I could n't do anything. It was so hard to understand.

She had tentacles and regal skin and silver eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. light-green and red and blue. Strange beeps and twisting sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spheric boundary around me, where the blinking sparkle did n't cover it.

"Can you understand me ?"the fairyland 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 naked stomach.

My heart widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart beat. It was such a easy 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 language is so strange."

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

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

"What are you doing ?"

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

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her smooth oral sex then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle acting with my teat. Her lips brushed mine. So tranquil. She tasted sweet, like dear. I did n't sleep together what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my mouth. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A second base tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her body. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her hard nipples pressed into my breasts. She kissed me harder, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my nipple, brushing it and stroking it. Every time it did, wonderful chill rippled out of me. Like with nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige earlier today, my dead body responded to the signature. The heat swelled in my twat, hysterics needing satisfaction.

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

I wanted her to touch me. It was so strange. The fay must have me bewitched. A luxuria tour on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her body. I stroked her suave 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 digit traced her."Yes, yes. I feared you did not hump sex since my scans show you are a virgin."

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

"But you are not afraid. Mmm, stroke down in the mouth. I like to be touched ... yes, there."

I stroked her lower back, rightfield where the fop of her buns began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my rima oris unvoiced. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger's breadth circle her gloomy back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folding of my puss.

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 delight shooting through my physical structure. I heaved beneath her, my hips undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving cigarette, constantly changing to stay fresh 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 juices. So dessert. So sinless. And there is your hymen."

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

She smiled at me."What a sweet 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 farseeing and contract. It wiggled and undulated interior of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet chassis. Delightful pleasure rippled through me. My sheath clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her body writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my allow for thigh. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

"Oh, you are so hot and mellifluous,"moaned Merita, breaking our kiss again."Oh, yes, it is so howling to attachment with you."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, squirming beneath her. I pressed my thigh up, savoring the tone of her hot sex smearing up and down on it. Her button was hard against me. Her silver eyes fluttered."I ... I ... could lick your slit ... and ... and cure your hysterics."

"Make me cum ?"she asked, her middle widening.

I nodded my head and licked my mouth. Her tentacle felt so wonderful interior of me. It did n't experience wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a dream. I had wandered into the creation of fairy and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to feel guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my body, still playing with my nipple and driving her other tentacle deep into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the plenty of her hairless snatch. Her lips were a deep purple. juice coated her figure and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my breadbasket 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. grand joy surged through my eubstance."Oh, yes, draw me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her button again, gathering her flowery succus. I loved them. My hands grasped her back, stroking her spine again as I licked up and down her slit. My tongue probed into her touchy crimp. She had a gob, like mine, my spit wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

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

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

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

I gasped. My cunt spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, Muriel Sarah Spark of pleasance shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my climax growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the plication of her snatch and sucked on her clit again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my puss. She grew excited. She tremble and moaned. The tentacle swelled self-aggrandising interior 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 convulsion of pleasure volley in my depths. My pussy convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the wondrous waves of delight rippled through my body.

They reached my idea, bathing my sentience in toothsome ecstasy. I sucked so severe on her button. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming walls of my twat, feeding the delicious sensations rippling through me.

I kept cumming as her succus flooded out of her lip. I tried to drink 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 transport. Her opinion poured into me.

Such a howling girl. Her slit flavor amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So wonderful. Oh, yes. She 's perfect. She 's the one.

Our thoughts merged. She echoed through my nous. My fingers dug into her back. They sank into her flesh. She melted down into me. I gasped, my centre widening as her body flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her imperial flesh melt into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, God Almighty,"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 twinkle lights and whirling beep swirled around me. It was too a great deal. The faerie was in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...