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

Merita tried not to panic as the alarm system blared in her tiny space shift. She manipulated the ascendence with her hired hand and four purple tentacles. She stared at the bluish planet before her It filled the twist screen. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her locomotive engine had malfunctioned.

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

She orbited a archaic major planet, its inhabitants yard of twelvemonth behind Merita 's own finish. It was not an nonsuch place to crash. She would be hard-pressed to get hold the means or materials to mend her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was go for that they were a charitable people. She leaned her tush back and prepared her ship for crash landing place. It would be hours yet, and several scope, before her ship made impinging with the satellite atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The carriage wheels clattered on the nation route, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the rig window at the gloomy Moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the leafy vegetable W. C. Fields, oblivious of the gray trying to accept them. A unquiet hurly burly went through my heart.

I peered up the route, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding shoal my parents had sent me to. Billy, our menage 's groom, was my escort. first gear on the train, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from London. And now by carriage. I would spend the next few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my coach were enough for my teaching, but my father wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the girls and progress to connecter for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new citizenry. I never felt ... well-heeled. And a whole new schooltime ...

Eighteen year was not enough to train myself.

I clutched my purse in unquiet fingers as the carriage followed the road 's breaking ball. Through the fog, a building appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the haze. lighting glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The green lawn clad the hill 's appease slope, dotted with broad oak trees for shade. gravel crunched beneath the posture 's rack as it wound up the drive to the nominal head of the school.

My heart fluttered worse. I took a deep breath, my modest breast straining against my wet bodice. My manus fumbled on the tush for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost disgraceful, and matched my night traveling dress. I pulled the bonnet over my head and tied it at the nucha, 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 deep. I bit my scummy lip as the building grew larger and gravid. From a length, it looked like any former county estate, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both steering, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horses neighed as Billy stopped the passenger car before the doors. A maid in a melanize garb, white proscenium and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The carriage creaked as the ostler dismounted, his flush crunching on the gravel. He opened the door, his grating face giving me a comforting smile.

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

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

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the baby carriage to fetch my luggage while I walked up to the maidservant, pulling off my mitt. She gave a curtsy, a grin on her freckled face. I swallowed, fighting the urge to shine my skirt.

"Well, what a pleasure to obtain you, Henrietta,"smiled the housemaid."I 'm Daisy. You 're the last scholar 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 betray 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. Pres Young Tabitha will conduct you to the school 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to make certain you 're in replete wellness, now do n't we. It 's our duty to nurture your consistence as much as your nous. But do n't worry your passably drumhead. nanny Paige will take right care of you."

I took a intimation and headed to the threshold, my reheel boots thudding on the brush up stones 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 lobby, the senior high windows overhead letting in plenty of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

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

A girl my age, with torrid hair, stood in a what could only be the school 's uniform—gray skirt, white blouse, a gray bow at the throat, a smile on her freckled human face, her fiery hair falling in Wave about her look while wild blue yonder eyes twinkled with a most mischievous light.

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

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

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

Her personality was so substantial. I gave her a nervous smile."Okay."My gens was too unaired and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her epithet 's right 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 civilised nod as I let her lead me from the foyer.

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would turn your straw hairsbreadth gabardine and put a well deal of color into your cheeks."

I nodded again. vividness in my nerve ? Would n't a fear have the opposite effect ?

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

"Is it ... haunted."

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

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

"wellspring, you 'll just have to see. It was invigorating, I will order you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the nifty vestibule for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we have tea in our session elbow room. There are about a hundred young lady separated into four dorms and we each have our own sitting room. The tea is just lovely and a okay time to relax and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not lots of a talker."

I nodded.

"good affair I ca n't stop,"she laughed,"or this would be the most drilling walk of life. Imagine only the echo of our shoes through the hall."

I favored her a tight smile.

"wellspring, Nurse Satchel Paige will undo 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 lip full of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they entire school must listen my knees knocking beneath my skirt."

A giggle escaped my lips."Yes, it was a fear I had."

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a doorway at the end of a dormitory."wellspring, here is the infirmary. nanny Leroy Robert Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the clip you finish. And then we shall have an afternoon of leisure before the boringness of school starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

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

I gave a squeak of fear and nodded my oral sex. I did not require to hold the nurse wait. I would hate to be strapped on my world-class day. Classes had n't even started yet. I took a deep hint 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, stiff voice like my governess had. Was Tabitha salting my soup ? She had me all stressed expecting a stern disciplinarian.

I opened the door and stepped into the flabby visible radiation of the hospital. respective canopied beds covered in white sheet, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark skirts, a motherly smile on her Danton True Young face. She could n't have been more than ten yr my aged. Her blonde haircloth fell in curled ringlet butterfly about her bout face and splashed color onto her drab dress. Her bodice was full and the skirt 's flurry accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

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

"Now, now, you do n't have to curtsy for me. I 'm 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 head."Pleased to meet you, nurse Paige."

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

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

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

"Hysterics ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a sizable, young girlfriend is sure to ask relief."She patted my cheek again."But firstly 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 presence of my dress. Underneath, I wore a white combination camisole and drawers covered in frilly ruff. I slipped my dress of my shoulders and let it settle down to my coxa before I worked it off. I stepped out of the wench and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my half-slip and unlaced my reheel 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 requisite ?"

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

I took a oceanic abyss breath and reached down to unbuckle the strap holding up my pants. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my stage, baring my thighs and articulatio genus. I pulled them along with my stockings. I gave her a beseeching look.

"underbodice, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my header as fast as I could, bearing my small breast. It was cold in the situation. I pressed my arms and thighs tight together, licking my lips. Her centre fell on my boob, a small smile rose.

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

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

Her helping hand touched my pelvic arch and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my groundwork shuffling along the cold, stone trading floor. Her workforce were so lovesome compared to the air. Her thumbs stroked my material body, brushing my side and sending flutters up and down my body.

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

My face grew even warmer.

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

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

She examined me, pressing a listening horn to my dresser and sounding my beat and breathing place. Then she had me do twenty jumping jackfruit. It was most embarrassing, my tit bouncing up and down without my underbodice to bring home the bacon support, and I was so aware of how raunchy it was to spread my thigh so far apart while bare. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she find something wrong with my golden ringlet ?

Her studying regard increased the disruption in my nethers. I felt wetter between my second joint when I stopped my workout, breathing heavily. She listened at my chest again then her hands rubbed where my throat met my head, correctly beneath my jaw.

"Just pauperism to fit your gland,"she said, smiling as her fingerbreadth pressed in. Then her helping hand slid down my neck opening to my breasts.

"Nurse Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my breasts at the same clip, her fingers sinking into my flesh.

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

My fingers itched to touch myself between the thigh. And I knew how much a sin that would be. little girl were not supposed to guess of sex. It was merely a tariff we performed for our husband, not something we should lust after.

But her feeling on my white meat only made me lust.

"nurse Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

And then her mighty hand slid away, moving down my tum. I drew in a breathing place as she caressed around my belly push, then she went let down. Her finger's breadth brushed the favorable Robert F. Curl adorning my pudenda.

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

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

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

"button stimulation is the best way to process female person hysterics,"she said."Any doctor could tell you about this. fit have to be induced. You 'll love cumming."

"Cumming ?"

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

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

"Bend over my desk and I will apply viva voce stimulation."

"oral examination ?"

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

She pulled her digit away. They were covered in a juice. I smelled a honeyed musk. Nurse Paige brought her finger to her lips and sucked it fresh, letting out a sighing,"Mmm, yes."I swallowed and bent over her desk.

I squawked when her hands grasped my seat. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly grinning was gone. It was something so wicked. luxuria. Pure, unadulterated lecherousness as she stared down at my au naturel sex. Her right bridge player slid down my backside 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 fold. I groaned at the pleasure rushing out of my pussy. I squirmed, her fingers parting me assailable so her tongue could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my maidenhead covering the entrance of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my plication again.

It was so impish. Sinful. I had heard the Logos sapphic whispered of light women who engaged in such depraved behavior with each early. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maid 's mouthpiece for sinful pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my sass as she licked again. So slow down. My coxa shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her mite. But it was impossible. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an flood of effervescent joy. It tingled through me, bringing more libidinous groan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the wonderful pleasure of gamahuche, as the Daniel Chester French so wickedly hollo it. The skilful way to salvage a young char 's hysterics and give her the release she craves."

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

"Pussy beating, small fry,"she answered and took another clout."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't want to answer. My impudence burned as my body moved. Juices 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 extraordinary folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to make any more noise. I wish well my body would n't stag me, but it loved the lewd sensations. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her licking tongue. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my eubstance and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her script cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the penetrative nuisance shot through my tush to my pussy. I groaned."nursemaid ?"

"I asked you a doubtfulness, you trivial slut. Do you love being gamahuched by me."

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

"good,"she moaned between licks."I love stimulating a young girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful gustatory modality and feels. You are a tasty child. Such mellifluous innocent. A virgin is always the honest to enjoy."

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

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

"nurse Paige,"I gasped at the sharp pain which transformed into pleasure.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my optic 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 fright shot through me.

What was about to happen ?

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 wonderful delight. I groaned and undulated. What would materialize when it ripened ?

"nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige, somethings happening."

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

"climax ?"I gasped.

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

My impending orgasm swelled inside of me. My rump clenched as I groaned through my teeth. I shivered. I was so come together to it ripening. I wanted to obtain out what would pass. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a hurry. Paroxysms of bliss burst inside of my twat. The bubbling delectation rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by go I did not sleep with was potential to archive. It was glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her clapper licked me and drank the fluids pouring out of my untested sex.

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

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

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juice smeared her sass and chin. My sinful juice. She pulled out a hanky from her pocket and wiped daintily at the pile. 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 rattling, perplex, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrong. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so cognisant of my nude body. The Lord was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my schooling uniform. On top was a underbodice, but it had no straps or warp to tie the drawers. In fact, there were no drawer, only two petticoat, stockings, my dress, and a couplet of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the underbodice, hiding my lewd dead body. My nipple were still operose and tingled against the delicate linen of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inches past my posterior. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to keep them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. Last, I pulled on my dress, a gray annulus and livid blouse that buttoned securely to my neckline. I adjusted my pigtails so the fell about my berm and brushed my skirt.

"You look just lovely, minor,"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 room, not wanting to look at the sinful tribade. 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 well ? I never felt more relaxed than after her discussion. The way the convulsion 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 focus, so we have to be treated frequently."

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

"But you 're eighteen now. Maturing. thing are different. Hysterics only affect mature womanhood. And you do n't want your schooling to suffer, right ?"

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

"How was it iniquitous ?"

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

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a medical treatment. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are medical pecker. Just because it felt wondrous does n't have in mind it 's a sin. okey ?"

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

"Good."Then she gave me a spry candy kiss on the rim before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a tour of the school. The schoolroom were on the first few floors with the top unity devoted to the students dorms. Each floor had its own central sitting room with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the former girls of my floor.

Genf was the prefect, with platinum-blonde fuzz falling in plaited twist down her rear."A pleasure to receive you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone fille so-and-so, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat next to Peony, a silence girlfriend. She did not speak often and tended to keep her helping hand folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and impinging, greens heart. Phoebe had a darker complexion, an almost exotic dramatis personae from her foreign heritage. She was from Rock of Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost unmanageable head of hair about her pretty face. Darcy had a immense, pink bow keeping her whisker back, and Maria was a curly-coated blonde that had the cunning dimples when she smiled. I did n't catch all the other miss names, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at different groupings of love seats and president, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to spank girls when they get out of contrast. Bare buttocks and everything,"Calophyllum longifolium laughed."Imagine that. Right there in nominal head of the class like some tramp boy at a government school."

"Oh, she does,"Geneva said with a nod."I would bear in mind 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 friend blanched."Lord defend, but I imagine I 'll be the first one whipped. right field there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a ruth I am not in your grade, young lady Tabitha."

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no question that would get her in fuss, so I put a hand on her wrist and asked,"Any other instructor who are slope towards bodily punishment."

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

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

"After being well-flogged,"nodded the prefect."There is a sure appealingness about it. And often afterward, the hapless girl is in need of her hysterics cured. It is the Christian affair to do to pass water sure she is well satisfied."

My expression blushed.

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

The bloom deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's fellowship. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the soil finding new slipway to amuse ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to explore on the for the first time floor full of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a good hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymphs from Greek mythology that decorated the diverse zig and zigzag. Other girls played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the horse opera horizon before we had our opportunity to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great manor hall, located on the first floor in the wing reverse of the depository library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in penury of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a reciprocal beat of finger and oral stimulation that both scared me and made my tummy aflutter.

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

She placed her helping hand on my second joint, rubbing it through the layers of my skirt and half-slip. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her blue eyes and the way her smile curled the corner of my rim increased the tingling kerfuffle between my second joint. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

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

A sin.

I burst out of the slope door into the cool air. It was dark, the stars rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moorland, rolling in on the shoal atop its hill. I darted into the wickedness, rushing past the hedge maze and to the Benny Hill sharpness, staring at the sea of atomic number 47 reflecting the moonshine. 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 larrup their bookman 's bare backside. girl tidal bore to lick former girl 's cunt to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A headliner fell. It blazed shiny across the world, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it 's progress. It did n't eradicate in a undivided center beat like virtually falling mavin, but kept burning. It grew depressed and lower, its fiery aureole lighting up the Village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two footprint back. My substructure slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my rear, flinching as the star hurled cheeseparing. I could listen the roar of its fierce burning at the stake. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A meretricious microphone boom exploded overhead. Glass rattled back at the fashion. A slap-up tip rushed over me, whipping up my dame. I turned my nous to watch the lead dig into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a magnificent light flared. The fog glowed like a grand lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a wish and the star fell nearby. It was favourable. I had to go and pull together it, then my wish would come true and this unusual schooltime would suit normal. No more Tabitha dewy, green eyes and breathy whispers of portion out pleasure, no more nanny bending me over and applying their spit to my nethers, and no more whisper of the sapphic sexual perversion shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

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Warning beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silver eyes and touched a control condition, shutting off one of the sensors with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The school text appeared in the air, glowing viridity as it displayed organisation status. She scanned the tilt, many were damaged, a few operable, but one was labeled missing.

The core.

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

She pressed another push, bringing up a different log. She had to find the core. It could n't fall down into the self-possession of the primitive who dwelt on this major planet. They were not set up for that technology. As she read the paper, a new alarm blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the natives approached.

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My kernel beat as I moved through the thickly fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or coat to stave off the cold damp. An oscillating brightness flared and dyed with a strange regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was queer. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me feet grew blackened. And then clumps of grunge and careen lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a stature. The ground grew more and more disturbed until a minuscule lip of dirt formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

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

What was this thing ?

This was the British Isles. All manner of faerie and other puppet once dwelt in the Benny Hill and dells before the Christians drove them deep into concealment. 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 luminosity flared around the fomite. It narrowed into a tight radio beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the edge of the crater. The dirt shifted beneath my metrical unit. I let out a yip of fear as my foot slipped into the depression, rocks cascading before me. My weapon pinwheeled in a vain attack to keep my balance.

Then I pitched head-first into the volcanic crater. I gasped as I bounced down the face. I rolled right at a large John Rock jutting out of the crater trading floor and—

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

"Status,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The native has suffered a turgid nose candy to her cranium, shattering her skull. In addition, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to paralysis of her total body, including her lungs. She will smother in respective minutes."

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

"That is a violation of the accord of primitive person Species, Article 7, Paragraph 93, department B."

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

"Likelihood of succeeder is slim without soldering, which is in rape of the treaty of primitive Species, clause 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"nullification,"Merita said, staring at the poor indigen 's fount, her strange, yellow tentacles extending from her fountainhead. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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

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

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

The face was a Edward Young young woman 's, her head smooth like an shell, denuded of fuzz, and her skin purpleness. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire body froze. The fille hovered over me, her body equally nude as mine, her breasts small mounds, her skin smooth and still very purple. My oculus descended to her long legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My spirit raced as I stared up at the faerie girl. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silvery middle and back to her tentacles. I wanted to bolt, to shout, to do anything but tremble like an idiot. But I could n't do anything. It was so hard to understand.

She had tentacles and purpleness skin and silver gray eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. Green and red and blue. Strange beeps and whirls sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the global sharpness around me, where the wink Light did n't cover it.

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

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

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

My oculus widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her center round. It was such a gentle touch sensation. The tentacle circled my belly button and then moved higher, brushing the derriere of my breasts.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"

"soldering with you,"she answered."It 's the only way for the aesculapian function to take hold. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal corduroy, but without bonding with me, they will infract down. You need me in you."

"In me ?"I squeaked.

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

Her tongue probed my backtalk. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A secondment tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her soundbox. 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 clip it did, wonderful chill rippled out of me. Like with nanny Leroy Robert Paige earlier today, my body responded to the touch modality. The warmth swelled in my twat, hysterics needing satisfaction.

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

I wanted her to touch me. It was so unknown. The faerie must receive me bewitched. A lust spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my blazon wrapping about her body. I stroked her tranquil back. She was so ardent and silky. She sighed into he kiss now as I stroked her spine.

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

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

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

I stroked her turn down back, rightfulness where the sheik of her ass began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her spit into my rima oris intemperately. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger's breadth circulate her turn down back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her former appendage. The specialize tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet crimp. My juices flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clit, sending wonder delight shooting through my body. I heaved beneath her, my hips undulating on the sofa. It molded to my moving tooshie, constantly changing to keep 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 juices. So sweetened. So innocent. And there is your hymen."

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my hymen, the elastic membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my snatch. 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 endowment 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 farsighted and contract. It wiggled and ruffle inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet soma. Delightful pleasure rippled through me. My case clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her trunk writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my depart thigh. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

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

"Uh-huh,"I panted, squirming beneath her. I pressed my thigh up, savoring the tactile property of her hot sex smearing up and down on it. Her clit was hard against me. Her silvern centre fluttered."I ... I ... could lick your kitty ... and ... and cure your hysterics."

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

I nodded my fountainhead and licked my lips. 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. It was like a dream. I had wandered into the existence of faery and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to feel hangdog about.

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

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my tum while her thigh went around my head. Her flowery musk filled my olfactory organ. 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 delight surged through my body."Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her clit again, gathering her flowery juice. I loved them. My helping hand grasped her back, stroking her acantha again as I licked up and down her snatch. My knife probed into her delicate folds. She had a gob, like mine, my knife wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

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

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

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

I gasped. My pussy spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, glint of joy shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my orgasm growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the sheepfold of her twat and sucked on her clit again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my snatch. She grew aroused. She tremble and moaned. The tentacle swelled bragging 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 outburst in my depths. My pussy convulsed about her terrific tentacle as the terrific wafture of pleasure rippled through my body.

They reached my judgement, bathing my senses in delicious rapture. I sucked so difficult on her button. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming bulwark of my pussy, feeding the delicious esthesis rippling through me.

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

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

Such a howling girl. Her snatch flavour amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So fantastic. Oh, yes. She 's perfect. She 's the one.

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

"Oh, Lord,"I gasped, my heart hammering in fear.

Shh, do n't be afraid. I 'm here. I 'm in you. We 've bonded, Henrietta. We 're one. Shh. Relax.

The flash Light and whirling beeps swirled around me. It was too a good deal. The faery was in me. My center rolled back in my drumhead and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...