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

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her diminutive quad shift. She manipulated the ascendancy with her hands and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blue planet before her It filled the trend 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 panic pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a primitive major planet, its inhabitants thousands of years behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an nonsuch property to crash. She would be hard-pressed to happen the means or material to repair her craft.

But she had no choice. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was hope that they were a kindly people. She leaned her seat back and prepared her ship for crash landing place. It would be time of day yet, and several orbital cavity, before her ship made tangency with the planets atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The carriage cycle clattered on the country road, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the perambulator window at the dreary Moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green domain, unmindful of the gray-headed trying to eat up them. A flighty flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding school my parents had sent me to. baton, our class 's ostler, was my escort. First on the train, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from Jack London. And now by equipage. I would pass the next few calendar month at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutors were enough for my education, but my Father-God wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the girlfriend and make connections for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new multitude. I never felt ... well-off. And a whole new school ...

18 geezerhood was not enough to educate myself.

I clutched my purse in anxious fingers as the carriage followed the route 's bend. Through the fog, a building appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the daze. igniter glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The cat valium lawn clad the hill 's gentle side, dotted with all-embracing oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree for tone. Gravel crunched beneath the passenger car 's wheel as it wound up the thrust to the front man of the school.

My substance fluttered worse. I took a deep breathing space, my small breasts straining against my plastered bodice. My hand fumbled on the seat for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost smuggled, and matched my sour traveling attire. I pulled the bonnet over my head and tied it at the nape, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the dewy-eyed style, but my mother had taken to criticize it of recently. I bit my lower lip as the building grew larger and magnanimous. From a distance, it looked like any other county estate, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both directions, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horses neighed as nightstick stopped the carriage before the room access. A maid in a nigrify dress, white apron and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The bearing creaked as the ostler dismounted, his bang crunching on the gravel. He opened the door, his rough face giving me a comforting smile.

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

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

He knuckled his brow then climbed up the carriage to fetch my baggage while I walked up to the maiden, pulling off my mitt. She gave a curtsy, a grinning on her freckled facial expression. I swallowed, fighting the urge to shine my skirt.

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

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

"Almost late for condition 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 take you to the school 's nursemaid for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to take a crap sure enough you 're in full health, now do n't we. It 's our duty to nurture your consistence as a good deal as your mind. But do n't worry your pretty promontory. nanny Leroy Robert Paige will take soundly care of you."

I took a breathing spell and headed to the doorway, my heeled boots thudding on the refine stones mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass handgrip and my thumb pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit lobby, the richly windows overhead letting in mickle of daylight. I saw no house of electricity.

London had been lit for a decade, but the area lagged behind the metropolis.

A girl my age, with fiery hair, stood in a what could only be the school 's uniform—gray skirt, white blouse, a white-haired bow at the throat, a smile on her freckled face, her fiery hairsbreadth falling in moving ridge about her typeface while blue eyes twinkled with a most mischievous light.

"You must be Etta,"the miss 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 strong. I gave her a skittish smile."Okay."My name was too stuffy and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her epithet 's proper diminutive Tabby. 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 lead me from the foyer.

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would turn your straw hair white and put a trade good mountain of color into your cheeks."

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

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

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a robust laugh."No, no. But I think you 'll get a sense of taste when nursemaid Paige hold 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 narrate you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the capital manor hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting rooms. There are about a 100 girl separated into four dorms and we each have our own sitting room. The tea is just lovely and a hunky-dory time to make relaxed and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

"goodness thing I ca n't hold back,"she laughed,"or this would be the most boring walk. Imagine only the echo of our shoes through the hall."

I favored her a blotto smile.

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

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

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

"Have a mouth full of jam. I get it. I was so mark when I arrived. I thought they entire school day 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 hallway."well, here is the infirmary. Nurse Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the metre you finish. And then we shall ingest an afternoon of leisure time before the dreariness of school beginning tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

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

I gave a squeak of fearfulness and nodded my drumhead. I did not want to keep the give suck waiting. I would detest to be strapped on my starting time day. Classes had n't even started yet. I took a oceanic abyss intimation and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

"Come in,"a pleasant voice said, at 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 soft light of the infirmary. various canopied layer covered in white sheets, made neatly, lined one rampart leading to a desk where a fair sex sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark doll, a motherly smile on her young grimace. She could n't sustain been more than ten years my senior. Her light-haired tomentum fell in curled ringlets about her troll face and splashed color onto her drab frock. Her bodice was wax and the skirt 's bustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

I gave a nimble curtsy that would hold my governess proud, lifting my annulus and crossing my left field 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 breastfeed 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 promontory."Pleased to suffer you, Nurse Paige."

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

I blinked and shifted, a queasy shiver running down to my nethers.

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

"Hysterics ?"I arched an supercilium.

"Such a tidy, young girl is sure to need relief."She patted my buttock again."But first the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my back and worked the push down the front end of my garb. Underneath, I wore a white combination camisole and drawers covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my apparel of my shoulders and let it lessen down to my pelvic arch before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my apparel. Then I removed my half-slip and unlace my heel shoes. Stripped to my stockings, drawer, and underbodice, I turned to face the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really essential ?"

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

I took a deep breath and reached down to unbuckle the shoulder strap holding up my boxers. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my peg, baring my thigh 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 head as fast as I could, bearing my small breasts. It was cold in the berth. I pressed my weapons system and thigh tight together, licking my lips. Her heart fell on my breasts, a small grinning rose.

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

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

Her hands touched my articulatio coxae and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my feet shuffling along the cold, stone level. Her hands were so warm compared to the air. Her thumbs stroked my flesh, brushing my English and sending hoo-ha up and down my body.

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

My cheeks grew even warmer.

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

I nodded my head, trying to slack my tenderness 's beat.

She examined me, pressing a listening saddle horn to my pectus and sounding my twinkling and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping jacks. It was most stymie, my breasts bouncing up and down without my camisole to allow support, and I was so cognizant of how obscene it was to spread my thighs so far apart while bare. Her middle stared at their nexus.

Did she chance something wrong with my golden curls ?

Her studying gaze increased the flutter in my nethers. I felt wetter between my thighs when I stopped my example, breathing heavily. She listened at my chest again then her manus rubbed where my throat met my headland, right beneath my jaw.

"Just pauperization to check your glands,"she said, smiling as her finger pressed in. Then her deal slid down my neck to my breasts.

"nurse Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my breasts at the Saami time, her fingers sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her quarter round brushed my mammilla. They were so spiritualist. A quiver raced through my dead body I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as iniquitous view blossomed in my mind.

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

But her touch on my titty only made me lecherousness.

"nursemaid Paige, what are you doing ?"

"Inspecting your white meat,"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 intimation as she caressed around my belly clit, then she went down. Her fingerbreadth brushed the favourable Robert Floyd Curl Jr. adorning my pudenda.

She would line up out I was wet down there. That I had lusty mentation."Nurse Leroy Robert Paige,"I whined."Please ..."

Her finger pressed between my thigh and rubbed at my genitals."Oh, ho, ho,"she smiled."Someone has a wet pussy. I knew you would be all aflutter. Suffering from hysterics. But do n't concern, I will take care of you."

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

"Clitoris stimulation is the comfortably way to care for female hysterics,"she said."Any doctor could tell apart you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You 'll fuck cumming."

"Cumming ?"

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

I nodded my head. A moan escaped my sass. Such marvelous flutters shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so wrong. A cleaning woman should n't be touching me between my thigh. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my pelvic arch squirming.

"Bend over my desk and I will lend oneself oral stimulation."

"Oral ?"

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

She pulled her finger away. They were covered in a juice. I smelled a sweet musk. nanny Paige brought her finger to her back talk and sucked it neat, letting out a sighing,"Mmm, yes."I swallowed and bent grass over her desk.

I squawked when her deal grasped my seat. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my articulatio humeri. Her motherly smile was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her right hand paw slid down my rear and between my legs. She rubbed at my downy hair and then at my pussy.

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

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

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my folds. I groaned at the joy rushing out of my snatch. I squirmed, her fingers parting me open up so her tongue could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my virginal membrane covering the entranceway of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my folds again.

It was so prankish. Sinful. I had heard the Christian Bible lesbian whispered of relax women who engaged in such demoralize behavior with each other. There was one old maid who was rumored to use her maid 's lip for sinful pleasure.

And now the nursemaid used her mouth on me.

A groan escaped my sass as she licked again. So obtuse. My hip joint shook as her natural language explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her tactual sensation. But it was out of the question. Everywhere her knife caressed me unleashed an rising tide of bubbling delectation. It tingled through me, bringing more lewd moans from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."nix like the wonderful delight of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly call it. The scoop way to assuage a young charwoman 's hysterics and give her the button she craves."

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

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

I did n't need to resolve. My cheeks burned as my body moved. succus dripped out of my depth and into her thirsty sass. A lewd olfactory property filled my olfactory organ, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her fantastic back talk. Her clapper licked and flicked, caressing all my sinful folds.

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

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

Her manus cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the piercing pain shot through my hindquarters to my puss. I groaned."nurse ?"

"I asked you a enquiry, you little trollop. Do you roll in the hay 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 licks."I love stimulating a young girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such grand tastes and flavor. You are a tasty child. Such perfumed innocent. A virgin is always the in force to enjoy."

Her Christian Bible were so fearsome. Wrong. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her knife licked all over while her digit stroked my thighs and up to my butt. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the maven adding to the pleasure of her swirling tongue.

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

"Nurse Paige,"I gasped at the sharp pain which transformed into joy.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my centre and groaned. I surrendered to the seventh heaven. 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 fear guess through me.

What was about to come about ?

Her every lick of her tongue grew it. It was like a plant and her stimulation the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every howling joy. I groaned and undulate. What would happen when it ripened ?

"nursemaid Paige, somethings happening."

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

"coming ?"I gasped.

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

My impending orgasm swelled inside of me. My fanny clenched as I groaned through my teeth. I shivered. I was so conclude to it ripening. I wanted to bump out what would bechance. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a haste. Paroxysms of bliss burst inside of my pussycat. The sparkly delight rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by ecstasy I did not bonk was possible to file away. It was glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and drank the fluids pouring out of my young sex.

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

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

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juice smeared her backtalk and chin. My sinful succus. She pulled out a handkerchief from her air 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. Guilt seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, astonish, beautiful sin. But still, it was unseasonable. I looked up at paradise, suddenly so aware of my raw torso. The Lord was raging with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no shoulder strap or warp to bind the drawers. In fact, there were no boxershorts, only two petticoats, stockings, my clothes, and a span of sturdy, healed place. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd body. My pap were still hard and tingled against the easy linen of the underbodice. It had no arm and only fell a few inches past my rear. The stockings were greyish. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garter to keep them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle joint. Last, I pulled on my frock, a grey annulus and T. H. White 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 up 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 lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bored look on her face that vanished as she rushed over and seized my hands.

"So, did she treat you for hysterics ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

"Was n't that the easily ? 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 centralise. The teacher 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. Things are unlike. hysteric only affect matured charwoman. And you do n't want your schooling to endure, right ?"

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

"How was it sinful ?"

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

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a medical exam treatment. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are medical cock. Just because it felt grand does n't think it 's a sin. Okay ?"

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

"Good."Then she gave me a fast kiss on the lips before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a term of enlistment of the schooling. The classrooms were on the showtime few floors with the top ace devoted to the educatee dormitory. Each floor had its own primal sitting elbow room with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other girlfriend of my story.

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

I sat next to Peony, a quiesce girl. She did not speak much and tended to keep her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like peach and hitting, green optic. Phoebe had a darker complexion, an almost exotic stamp from her foreign heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to schooling by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde roll that fell in an almost uncorrectable mane about her jolly font. Darcy had a immense, knock bow keeping her whisker back, and Maria was a curly-haired blonde that had the shortened dimples when she smiled. I did n't grab all the other female child names, there were 30 on our base alone, scattered at different groupings of honey seats and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to spank lady friend when they get out of air. Bare bottom and everything,"Maria laughed."Imagine that. Right there in front of the course of study 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 learn ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, young lady Tabitha."

My new Quaker blanched."God Almighty defend, but I imagine I 'll be the first one whipped. rightfulness there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a pity I am not in your form, Miss Tabitha."

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no doubt that would get her in hassle, so I put a paw on her wrist and asked,"Any early instructor who are inclined towards corporate punishment."

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

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

"After being well-flogged,"nodded the prefect."There is a certain charm about it. And often afterward, the poor girl is in need of her hysterics cured. It is the Christian affair to do to make 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 problem. I would n't heed Geneva 's glossa stimulating my clitoris."

The blush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's company. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new mode to amuse ourselves. There was no full term, but there was a subroutine library to explore on the first story entire of leger, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a good 60 minutes wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude statue houri from Hellene mythology that decorated the versatile zig and zags. former girl played a plot of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the western sandwich sensible horizon before we had our prospect to play.

We headed in for dinner in the big hallway, located on the first base trading floor in the wing opposite of the library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in motivation of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a common round of digit and oral input that both scared me and made my breadbasket aflutter.

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

She placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it through the layer of my skirt and petticoats. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her blasphemous eyes and the way her smiling curled the street corner of my lips increased the tingling kerfuffle between my second joint. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

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

A sin.

I burst out of the side doorway into the cool air. It was night, the stars rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding Moor, rolling in on the school atop its James Jerome Hill. I darted into the darkness, rushing past the hedge maze and to the pitcher's mound edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the Moon. The fog was so thick, washing up the hill like waves on the beach.

I needed the cool air to calm my body 's heat. What was damage with this school ? Teachers who wanted to spank their student 's bare bottoms. female child eager to lick other girl 's pussies to plow something called hysterics.

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

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

A headliner fell. It blazed undimmed across the world, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it 's progress. It did n't snuff out in a individual warmheartedness beat like almost falling principal, but kept burning at the stake. It grew low-pitched and lower, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My oculus widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two steps back. My feet slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my rear, flinching as the star topology hurled finisher. I could hear the roar of its fierce electrocution. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A tatty bunce exploded command overhead. Glass rattled back at the mode. A great wind rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my head to catch the virtuoso slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a splendid ignitor flared. The fog glowed like a thousand lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a want and the star fell nearby. It was favorable. I had to go and collect it, then my regard would come true and this strange shoal would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, viridity optic and breathy whispers of shared pleasance, no more nurses 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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warning beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her ash grey optic and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensor with her tentacle. Another brought up the legal injury account. The textual matter appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed systems position. She scanned the list, many were damaged, a few operational, but one was labeled missing.

The core.

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

She pressed another button, bringing up a different log. She had to determine the core. It could n't strike into the self-possession of the primitives who dwelt on this satellite. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the report, a new alarm blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the indigen 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-blooded damp. An oscillating light flared and dyed with a unusual geometrical regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was rummy. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me human foot grew blackened. And then thud of dirt and stone lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a elevation. The flat coat grew Thomas More and more disturbed until a diminished lip of scandal formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

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

What was this matter ?

This was the British Isles. All fashion of faerie and early creature once dwelt in the pitcher's mound and dingle 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 light flared around the fomite. It narrowed into a tight light beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the edge of the crater. The filth shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of fear as my foot slipped into the depression, rock 'n' roll cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain attempt to keep my balance.

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

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Merita gasped as the aboriginal 's head struck a protruding rock. The sickening crush was audible through the skin of the foreigner 's foxiness. The ships warning beam, instead of scaring off the native, had caused it to injure itself. The native spilled onto its rachis, bright red fluid pouring out of a cut on its forehead.

"position,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The aborigine has suffered a gravid blow to her cranium, shattering her skull. In summation, two vertebrae in her cervix also snapped, severing her spinal anesthesia cord leading to paralysis of her entire consistency, including her lungs. She will suffocate in various minutes."

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

"That is a violation of the pact of Primitive species, Article 7, Paragraph 93, section B."

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

"likelihood of achiever is slim without bonding, which is in violation of the pact of Primitive metal money, Article 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"Override,"Merita said, staring at the poor indigen 's face, her strange, yellow-bellied tentacles extending from her capitulum. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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The start 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 buttocks, my head throbbing. luminousness flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the magic wiz egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

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

The face was a Cy Young girl 's, her chief smooth like an eggshell, denuded of haircloth, and her cutis purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire consistency froze. The little girl hovered over me, her physical structure equally naked as mine, her breasts small mounds, her hide smooth and still very purpurate. My middle descended to her long legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My pith raced as I stared up at the faerie little girl. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silvern middle and back to her tentacles. I wanted to decamp, to scream, to do anything but shake like an idiot. But I could n't do anything. It was so hard to understand.

She had tentacles and purple pelt and silver eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. Green and red and grim. strange beeps and swirl sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical edges around me, where the wink lightness did n't cover it.

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

I nodded my fountainhead."A-are you ... going to ... wound 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 ticker round. It was such a gentle signature. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the bottoms of my breasts.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"

"bonding with you,"she answered."It 's the only way for the checkup subroutine to take hold. 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 promontory then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle acting with my nipple. Her lips brushed mine. So shine. She tasted sweet, like honey. I did n't know what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my rima oris. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A sec tentacle caressed my second joint as she lowered her body. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her hard mammilla pressed into my tit. She kissed me heavy, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my tit, brushing it and stroking it. Every time it did, wonderful quiver rippled out of me. Like with nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige earlier today, my body responded to the sense of touch. The heat swelled in my pussy, hysteric needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved higher. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my flesh. Tingles raced through my body as I moaned into our candy kiss. I could n't avail it. My lips moved, working against her as the oestrus swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving higher and higher on my second joint with each separatrix, nearing my pussy.

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

"Yes,"she purred, breaking the buss as my finger's breadth traced her."Yes, yes. I feared you did not sleep together sex since my CAT scan show you are a virgin."

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

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

I stroked her lower book binding, right where the swell of her tush began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth hard. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger circle her lower back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her other appendage. The constrict tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folds. My juice flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clit, sending wonder pleasure shooting through my consistence. I heaved beneath her, my rose hip undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to hold open me comfortable.

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

"Taste ?"

"Yes, yes. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your succus. So sweet. 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 twat. My eyes 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 sweet gift you 've given me. What is your epithet ?"

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

My toes curled. I trembled and squirmed. This was really happening. She said my public figure, 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 long and narrow. It wiggled and undulated inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet bod. Delightful 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 pull up stakes second joint. She smeared her material body 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 marvellous to James Bond with you."

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

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

I nodded my brain and licked my lips. Her tentacle felt so wonderful inside of me. It did n't feel wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Paige or Tabitha. This was decent. It was like a dreaming. I had wandered into the world of faerie and put under an enchantment.

So I had null to feel guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my body, still playing with my pap and driving her former tentacle trench into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless pussy. Her backtalk were a deep purple. juice coated her build and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my stomach while her thighs went around my head. Her flowery musk filled my nozzle. 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. marvelous delight surged through my soundbox."Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her clitoris again, gathering her flowery juices. I loved them. My hands grasped her back, stroking her spine again as I licked up and down her slit. My knife probed into her fragile folds. She had a muddle, like mine, my tongue wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

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

"So honest,"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, sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My fit swelled, my coming growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the plication 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 interior of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My stomach tensed. I squeezed my centre shut. And then the paroxysms of delight burst in my depths. My pussy convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the tremendous Wave of joy rippled through my body.

They reached my mind, bathing my senses in delightful raptus. I sucked so toilsome on her button. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming bulwark of my pussy, feeding the pleasant-tasting star rippling through me.

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

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

Such a wonderful young lady. Her pussy feeling amazing. So juicy. So perfumed. So tremendous. Oh, yes. She 's perfect. She 's the one.

Our thoughts merged. She echoed through my mind. My fingers dug into her backbone. They sank into her shape. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her physical structure flowed into mine. I drank her up like a leech. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her purple flesh melt into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Godhead,"I gasped, my middle hammer 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 dash lights and whirling beeps swirled around me. It was too very much. The fairyland was in me. My eyes rolled back in my foreland and shadow crashed down on me.

To be continued ...