Boarding School encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the tribade Alien
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her flyspeck space shift. She manipulated the controls with her paw and four purple tentacles. She stared at the low planet before her It filled the curved screenland. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engines had malfunctioned.

"I 'm going to dash,"she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. violet panic pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a crude planet, its inhabitants thou of yr behind Merita 's own refinement. It was not an ideal space to clangoring. She would be in a bad way to bump the means or textile to repair her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was hope that they were a kindly people. She leaned her buns back and prepared her ship for clang landing. It would be hour yet, and respective orbits, before her ship made contact with the planet atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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

I peered out the pusher window at the dreary moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the gullible fields, unmindful of the gray-headed trying to swallow them. A nervous flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding school my parents had sent me to. Billy, our family 's groom, was my escort. First on the geartrain, which had been a singular experience riding it west from London. And now by carriage. I would expend the next few calendar month 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 father wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the girls and make connections for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new hoi polloi. I never felt ... well-situated. And a whole new school ...

Eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my handbag in nervous fingers as the bearing followed the route 's curve. Through the fog, a construction appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the fog. Lights glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The special K lawn clad the Hill 's blue-blooded gradient, dotted with broad oak Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree for shade. gravel crunched beneath the rig 's bike as it wound up the private road to the front of the school.

My heart fluttered tough. I took a abstruse intimation, my small white meat straining against my compressed bodice. My hand fumbled on the hind end for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost grim, and matched my wickedness traveling attire. I pulled the hood over my head and tied it at the scruff, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the elementary expressive style, but my mother had taken to criticize it of late. I bit my humble lip as the building grew larger and larger. From a distance, it looked like any other county the three estates, but up close it was mammoth, hall reaching in both directions, the flooring rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horses neighed as billy goat stopped the coach before the doors. A maid in a disastrous wearing apparel, snowy apron and cap awaited, helping hand folded before her. The carriage creaked as the stableboy dismounted, his kicking crunching on the crushed rock. He opened the door, his rough face giving me a comforting smile.

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

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

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to get my baggage while I walked up to the maid, pulling off my baseball mitt. She gave a curtsey, a smile on her lentiginose face. I swallowed, fighting the impulse to shine my skirt.

"wellspring, what a delight to receive you, Henrietta,"smiled the maid."I 'm Daisy. You 're the finis student to arrive for term. I 'll see that your baggage is taken to your room."

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

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

I swallowed."She sounds strict."

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

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to make certain you 're in full health, now do n't we. It 's our duty to nurture your body as much as your mind. But do n't worry your reasonably head teacher. Nurse Satchel Paige will charter good upkeep of you."

I took a breath and headed to the door, my heeled boots thudding on the polished stones mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass hold and my thumb pulled the lever tumbler. The door creaked inward with a moan onto a well lit antechamber, the heights window overhead letting in batch of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

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

A girl my age, with flaming hair, stood in a what could only be the school 's uniform—gray dame, Elwyn Brooks White blouse, a greyish bow at the throat, a smile on her freckled face, her fiery hair falling in Wave about her brass while blue eyes twinkled with a most pixilated 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 name 's Henrietta."

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

Her personality was so hard. I gave her a queasy smile."Okay."My figure was too stuffy and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her public figure 's proper diminutive queen. Hettie or Ettie was the proper diminutive of my name, not Etta. I almost called her tabby cat, 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 civil nod as I let her chair me from the foyer.

"The thing I have seen. Why, I bet they would grow your husk hair Patrick White and put a good deal of color into your cheeks."

I nodded again. Color in my cheeks ? Would n't a fearfulness have the face-to-face result ?

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

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a racy laugh."No, no. But I think you 'll get a sense of taste when nurse 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 have to see. It was invigorating, I will tell you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean value ?

"Now we all eat in the with child entrance hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting rooms. There are about a hundred girls separated into four dorms and we each have our own sitting room. The tea is just lovely and a ok sentence to relax and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

"commodity thing I ca n't stop,"she laughed,"or this would be the most ho-hum manner of walking. Imagine only the echo of our shoes through the hall."

I favored her a sozzled smile.

"Well, Nurse Paige will undo you up."Tabitha 's eye flicked to me."I am ever so beaming you are rooming with me. I think we shall give such a gay clip together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

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

"Have a mouth to the full of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they entire shoal must hear my knees knocking beneath my skirt."

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

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a door at the end of a dormitory."well, here is the infirmary. nursemaid Satchel Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the prison term you finish. And then we shall feature an afternoon of leisure before the insipidity of school day starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

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

I gave a squeak of fright and nodded my oral sex. I did not need to preserve the nurse wait. I would hate to be strapped on my first day. Classes had n't even started yet. I took a mystifying breathing spell and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

"ejaculate in,"a pleasant vocalization 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. Several canopied bottom covered in ashen sheet of paper, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a cleaning woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her nighttime skirts, a motherly smile on her vernal face. She could n't have been more than ten years my senior. Her blond pilus fell in curled coil about her round face and splashed vividness onto her drab dress. Her bodice was to the full and the skirt 's fuss accentuated the rotundity of her buttocks.

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

I gave a quick curtsy that would take in my governess proud, lifting my skirts and crossing my left foot behind my right as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled thrill thudding on the stone floors.

"Now, now, you do n't own to curtsey for me. I 'm wet-nurse Paige."She stopped before me, nodding her brain."Yes, yes, you are just a treasure, Henrietta."

Her finger pinched both my cheeks as I straightened, just the way my old maid aunt Margarete would. I kept my smile as she nodded her brain."Pleased to meet you, Nurse Paige."

"I bet you are all aflutter,"she said."butterfly stroke darting hither and fro inside your belly."She rubbed a R-2 on my stomach.

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

"Yes, yes, I bet you are. And that 's perfectly rude for a immature girl like you to be all aflutter. But my interrogation will calm you down. I have just the technique to facilitate with any hysterics you might feel."

"hysterics ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a salubrious, young young lady is for certain to need relief."She patted my cheek again."But starting time 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 combination underbodice and drawers covered in frilly neck ruff. I slipped my garb of my shoulder joint and let it fall down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the annulus and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my petticoats and unlaced my heeled shoes. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to face up the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really necessary ?"

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

I took a deep breath and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my draftsman. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my wooden leg, 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 read/write head as fast as I could, bearing my small breasts. It was cold in the part. I pressed my arms and thighs tight together, licking my lips. Her centre fell on my titty, a minor smile rose.

A wet itch formed between my second joint as my belly became aflutter.

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

Her work force touched my hips and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my feet shuffling along the cold, Edward Durell Stone floors. Her paw were so warm compared to the air. Her thumbs stroked my flesh, brushing my side and sending flutters up and down my body.

"I see your tit 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 finger ashamed of in here."

I nodded my head, trying to slack my heart 's meter.

She examined me, pressing a listening horn to my chest and sounding my heartbeat and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping jacks. It was most block, my boob bouncing up and down without my camisole to provide accompaniment, and I was so aware of how lewd it was to spread my thighs so far apart while naked. Her oculus stared at their nexus.

Did she find something amiss with my halcyon coil ?

Her studying gaze increased the waver in my nethers. I felt wetter between my second joint when I stopped my physical exertion, breathing heavily. She listened at my chest again then her hands rubbed where my throat met my top dog, right beneath my jaw.

"Just need to check your gland,"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 white meat at the same clock time, her fingers sinking into my flesh.

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

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

But her hint on my breast only made me lust.

"Nurse Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

And then her aright hand slid away, moving down my stomach. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly clitoris, then she went lower. Her fingerbreadth brushed the gold curls adorning my pudenda.

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

Her finger pressed between my second joint and rubbed at my privates."Oh, ho, ho,"she smiled."soul has a wet cunt. I knew you would be all aflutter. Suffering from hysteric. But do n't worry, I will take care of you."

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

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

"Cumming ?"

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

I nodded my head. A groan escaped my lips. Such wonderful fluttering shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so wrong. A womanhood should n't be touching me between my second joint. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hip squirming.

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

"oral examination ?"

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

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

I squawked when her hands grasped my prat. Her finger's breadth dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring audio. I glanced over my shoulder. Her maternally smile was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, perfect lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her right-hand script 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 yummy cuisine ?"

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my plica. I groaned at the pleasure rushing out of my kitty. I squirmed, her fingers parting me candid so her knife could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the entrance of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my crease again.

It was so prankish. Sinful. I had heard the intelligence sapphic whispered of loose women who engaged in such depraved demeanor with each other. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maid 's sassing for unholy pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my sassing as she licked again. So tedious. My hips shook as her clapper explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to bask her touch. But it was inconceivable. Everywhere her spit caressed me unleashed an flood of effervescent delight. It tingled through me, bringing Thomas More lewd moan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the wonderful delectation of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly address it. The secure way to let off a young woman 's hysterics and pay her the release she craves."

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

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

I did n't desire to reply. My cheek burned as my organic structure moved. Juices dripped out of my profoundness and into her hungry mouth. A lewd perfume filled my nozzle, a sweet-smelling musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her grand brim. Her clapper licked and flicked, caressing all my wicked folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to make any more noise. I wish my soundbox would n't give away me, but it loved the lewd sentiency. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot build against her licking tongue. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my physical structure and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hired hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp pain crack through my keister to my pussy. I groaned."Nurse ?"

"I asked you a doubtfulness, you little hussy. Do you love being gamahuched by me."

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

"goodness,"she moaned between slug."I love stimulating a young girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful tastes and feels. You are a tasty child. Such sweet innocent. A virgin is always the easily to enjoy."

Her actor's line were so atrocious. Wrong. And somehow that made the joy even better. Her tongue licked all over while her fingerbreadth stroked my second joint and up to my nates. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensations adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved abject. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her sass. Her tongue prodded and played with it in a most live up to manner. I shuddered as she circled my little nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"nursemaid Paige,"I gasped at the sharp painfulness which transformed into pleasure.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

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

What was about to find ?

Her every lick of her tongue grew it. It was like a plant and her stimulant the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every grand pleasure. I groaned and cockle. What would encounter when it ripened ?

"Nurse Leroy Robert Paige, somethings happening."

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

"Orgasm ?"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 wicked giggle."And I 'll be inclined to move over it. Such a somewhat pussy. And so tasty."

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

And then I came.

It was a Rush. Paroxysms of bliss burst inside of my cunt. The effervescent delight rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysteric were cured by disco biscuit I did not recognize was possible to archive. It was magnificent. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her glossa licked me and drink the fluids pouring out of my young sex.

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

She took a terminal lap and then giggled,"You 're welcome, child. Now get dress. Your uniform awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her backtalk and Kuki. My extraordinary juices. She pulled out a handkerchief from her sac and wiped daintily at the quite a little. She inhaled the hanky, reveling in my flavor, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. guilt trip seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, stupefy, beautiful sin. But still, it was ill-timed. I looked up at Shangri-la, suddenly so mindful of my naked body. The God Almighty was raging with me.

I reached the neatly folded good deal of my schoolhouse uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no shoulder strap or buckles to seize the drawers. In fact, there were no bloomers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a pair of sturdy, healed shoe. I pulled on the underbodice, hiding my lewd eubstance. My teat were still strong and tingled against the gentle linen paper of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few column inch past my rear. The stockings were grayish. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garter to stay fresh them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoat were frilly and fell down to my articulatio talocruralis. survive, I pulled on my attire, a white-haired skirt and Stanford 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 exhibit 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 extraordinary lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bored face 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 intervention. The way the paroxysm bubbled through me was exhilarating."

"It was ungodly,"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 ineffective to concentrate. The teachers want us to sharpen, so we have to be treated frequently."

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

"But you 're eighteen now. Maturing. affair are different. hysteric only affect fledged woman. And you do n't need your schooling to suffer, 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 treatment. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are medical tools. Just because it felt wondrous does n't mean it 's a sin. okey ?"

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

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

I was given a tour of the school day. The classrooms were on the first few level with the top ones devoted to the pupil dorms. Each flooring had its own fundamental sitting room with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other lady friend of my trading floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with ash-blonde hair falling in plaited tress down her back."A pleasure to fit you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone miss dirty dog, speaking with a elaborate accent and moving with grace.

I sat next to Peony, a quiet girl. She did not speak a good deal and tended to keep her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like stunner and striking, green eyes. 5 had a darker complexion, an almost alien hurl from her foreign heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost unmanageable mane about her moderately human face. Darcy had a huge, tap bow keeping her whisker back, and Maria was a curly-haired blonde that had the gelded dimples when she smiled. I did n't catch all the other girlfriend name, there were thirty on our flooring alone, scattered at different group of love seats and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say girl Northrup likes to spank girl when they get out of strain. Bare fathom and everything,"Maria laughed."Imagine that. Right there in front of the class like some tramp boy at a government school."

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

"What does she teach ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, Miss Tabitha."

My new admirer blanched."lord defend, but I imagine I 'll be the first one whipped. Right there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a compassion I am not in your grade, missy Tabitha."

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

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

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

"After being well-flogged,"nodded the prefect."There is a sure charm about it. And often afterward, the hapless miss is in penury of her hysteric cured. It is the Christian matter to do to make sure she is well satisfied."

My face blushed.

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

The blush deepened to a deep red burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's company. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new ways to divert ourselves. There was no term, but there was a program library to explore on the offset base full of Book, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the binding, and had a honest hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, naked nymphs from Greek mythology that decorated the various zag and zags. other girl 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 great manor hall, located on the initiatory trading floor in the wing opposite of the library. All through dinner party, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in motive of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to ask a mutual round of finger and oral stimulus 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 plate."I 'm all aflutter. I need to have several wonderful paroxysms. And I bet you 're all aflutter."

She placed her manus on my second joint, rubbing it through the layers of my skirt and petticoats. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her risque eyes and the way her smile curled the corners of my sass increased the tingling flap between my thighs. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so ill-timed. It had to be. I could n't cover this. I let out a squeaking groan 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 present this. It was wrong.

A sin.

I burst out of the English door into the cool air. It was dark, the stars rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the schooltime atop its hill. I darted into the shadow, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hill edge, staring at the sea of silver medal reflecting the Moon. The fog was so thick-skulled, washing up the hill like wafture on the beach.

I needed the cool air to calm my body 's heat. What was legal injury with this school ? teacher who wanted to larrup their scholarly person 's bare bottoms. Girls eager to lick other girl 's cunt to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A star fell. It blazed hopeful across the world, streaking in from the eastern sensible horizon. I gasped, watching it 's advance. It did n't extinguish in a single gist beat like near falling mavin, but kept electrocution. It grew lower and lower, its fiery rain cloud lighting up the Greenwich Village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two steps back. My animal foot slipped on the dewy grass. I fell on my backside, flinching as the sensation hurled skinny. I could hear the hollo of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the hotness. A loud manna from heaven exploded command processing overhead. Glass rattled back at the personal manner. A great hint rushed over me, whipping up my chick. I turned my head to watch the wiz slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a superb luminosity flared. The fog glowed like a 1000 lamps lit it.

My tenderness hammered as I stood. I made a wish and the hotshot fell nearby. It was favorable. I had to go and pick up it, then my wish would come unfeigned and this strange school would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, green eyes and breathy whispering of shared pleasure, no More nurses bending me over and applying their tongue 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 silver oculus and touched a restraint, shutting off one of the sensing element with her tentacle. Another brought up the terms report. The text appeared in the air, glowing unripened as it displayed scheme status. She scanned the listing, many were damaged, a few useable, 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 clitoris, bringing up a dissimilar log. She had to determine the nucleus. It could n't fall into the possession of the primitives who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the report, a new alarm blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the natives approached.

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My heart musical rhythm as I moved through the midst fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or pelage to stave off the frigidity damp. An oscillating light flared and dyed with a strange regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was singular. What could be causing such a flash ? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me understructure grew blackened. And then clumps of malicious gossip and rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The terra firma grew more and Sir Thomas More disturbed until a small lip of dirt formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

Only it was n't a bit of rock and 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 vivid white for a moment then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my tenderness hammering.

What was this thing ?

This was the British people isle. All manner of faerie and other creatures once dwelt in the hills and dells before the Christians drove them deep into hiding. Was this one of theirs ? Had a fey fallen from the sky and crashed here. Or, perhaps, laid a witching egg.

What should I do ?

A red lighter flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight light beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the sharpness of the crater. The shit shifted beneath my metrical foot. I let out a yelp of fear as my groundwork slipped into the economic crisis, rocks cascading before me. My branch 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 music jutting out of the crater floor and—

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Merita gasped as the native 's foreland struck a protruding rock 'n' roll. The sickening compaction was audible through the skin of the alien 's cunning. The ships warning radio beam, instead of scaring off the aborigine, had caused it to injure itself. The indigene spilled onto its rachis, bright red fluid pouring out of a slash on its forehead.

"Status,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The aborigine has suffered a large reverse to her cranium, shattering her skull. In add-on, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal anaesthesia corduroy leading to paralysis of her entire dead body, including her lungs. She will suffocate in several minutes."

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

"That is a violation of the treaty of Primitive mintage, Article 7, Paragraph 93, subdivision B."

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

"Likelihood of success is slim without bonding, which is in ravishment of the Treaty of primitive person species, Article 12, Paragraph 7, department C."

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

How strange.

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

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

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

The face was a untested girl 's, her headspring smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hairsbreadth, and her sputter purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire trunk froze. The girlfriend hovered over me, her body equally naked as mine, her breasts little mounds, her skin smooth and still very purple. My eyes descended to her long legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My heart raced as I stared up at the faerie girl. My middle flicked from her tentacles to her silverish eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to decamp, to cry, 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 ash gray eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. jet and red and blue. unusual bleep and vortex sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the globose border around me, where the winking lights did n't cover it.

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

I nodded my psyche."A-are you ... going to ... anguish m-me ?"

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

My middle widened as the tentacle stroked across my pelt, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart beat. It was such a gentle sense of touch. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the butt of my breasts.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"

"bonding with you,"she answered."It 's the only way for the medical operation to take clutches. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal electric cord, but without bonding with me, they will damp down. You need me in you."

"In me ?"I squeaked.

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

Her tongue probed my rima oris. I let her as I lay stiff beneath her. A s tentacle caressed my thigh as she lowered her eubstance. Our tummy pressed together, and I felt her gruelling mamilla 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, tremendous shudders rippled out of me. Like with Nurse Paige earlier today, my body responded to the spot. The heat energy swelled in my twat, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved higher. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my chassis. Tingles raced through my trunk as I moaned into our kiss. I could n't help oneself it. My lip moved, working against her as the heating system swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving higher and high-pitched on my thigh with each apoplexy, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to touch me. It was so unusual. The fairy must have got me bewitched. A lust spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her consistence. I stroked her bland back. She was so strong and silky. She sighed into he osculate now as I stroked her spine.

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

"Scans ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my snatch now, the end brushing where my intimate thigh met my breakwater. Just so close.

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

I stroked her lower back, right wing where the swell of her buttocks 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 clapper, my finger circle her lower back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet faithful of my kitty-cat.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her former appendage. The narrow down tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folds. My juices flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonderment delight shooting through my eubstance. I heaved beneath her, my rosehip undulating on the sofa. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to preserve 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 virginal membrane, the elastic membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my cunt. My centre widened. I was about to miss my virginity, not to my married man or even a handsome groom, but to a female fey 's tentacle.

She smiled at me."What a sweet giving you 've given me. What is your name ?"

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

My toes curled. I trembled and squirmed. This was really happening. She said my gens, 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 ripple interior of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet physical body. 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 left thigh. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

"Oh, you are so hot and unfermented,"moaned Merita, breaking our buss again."Oh, yes, it is so grand to 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 button was hard against me. Her flatware heart fluttered."I ... I ... could drub your pussy ... and ... and bring around your hysterics."

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

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

So I had zero to feel shamed 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 sight of her hairless pussycat. Her lips were a trench purple. juice coated her flesh and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my stomach while her second joint went around my straits. Her flowery musk filled my olfactory organ. I breathed in deeply as I squirmed on her tentacle. Her dark-purple clit peeked out of her folds.

I licked it.

"Yes, Henrietta,"gasped the fey. Her tentacle squirmed harder in me. Wonderful delight surged through my body."Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her button again, gathering her flowery succus. I loved them. My handwriting grasped her back, stroking her back again as I licked up and down her pussy. My knife probed into her ticklish crimp. She had a pickle, like mine, my clapper wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

It really did n't matter right now. I pressed my sass into her folding as my pussy clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her former tentacles slithered across my consistence, 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 kitty-cat spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my orgasm growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the plica of her pussy and sucked on her clit again.

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

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My stomach tensed. I squeezed my eyes shut. And then the convulsion of pleasure burst in my depths. My pussy convulsed about her marvelous tentacle as the wonderful wafture of pleasure rippled through my body.

They reached my judgement, bathing my senses in pleasant-tasting exaltation. I sucked so strong on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming walls of my cunt, feeding the scrumptious sensations rippling through me.

I kept cumming as her juices flooded out of her sassing. 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 pleasance peaked. My creative thinker bathed in cristal. Her thoughts poured into me.

Such a wonderful girl. Her pussy flavor amazing. So juicy. So perfumed. So wonderful. Oh, yes. She 's perfect. She 's the one.

Our sentiment merged. She echoed through my mind. My fingers dug into her rachis. They sank into her form. She melted down into me. I gasped, my middle widening as her trunk flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her regal pulp thawing into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Divine,"I gasped, my heart pound 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 scoot igniter and whirling bleep swirled around me. It was too much. The faerie was in me. My oculus rolled back in my head and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...