Boarding School EncounterChapter 2: Henrietta Possessed By The Lesbian Alien free porn video
“ ... henrietta...”
The faint voice called to me as I floated through darkness. It was feminine, familiar.
“ ... henrietta...”
The voice grew a little louder, whispering across the void. I tried to move my body, but I didn’t have one. That should frighten me, but it didn’t. I imagined I frowned as I struggled to understand what was happening.
“ ... henrietta...”
I was at Kensington Boarding School overwhelmed by all the strange, new sensations. My thoughts darted from Nurse Paige’s “medical treatment” when she cured my hysterics by licking me to a wonderful orgasm to my new friend Tabitha hinting we would “cure” each other of hysterics in the dark of our room tonight. It had frightened me. I knew it was a sin to touch another woman like that. A lesbian sin.
“ ... Henrietta...”
And then I fled the school out into the evening fog. The falling star had crashed into the earth and I found it, a silver egg. Then I fell into the crater, tumbled down the hill, and ... woke up inside. There the purple fairy named ... Merita had ... had...
She molested me with her tentacles. She touched me. Caressed me. And made me feel so well. Paroxysms of joy had exploded inside of me as we humped together. Her tentacles had wormed into my flesh, taking my virginity.
“ ... Henrietta...”
And then she had merged into me. The fairy had sunk into my flesh and ... and ... the darkness had crashed down on me. It had been too much to take.
“ ... Henrietta...”
That voice ... It belonged to the fairy. Merita.
“Henrietta.”
It came through clearly. It sounded alien, her mouth not quite pronouncing the sounds right. It was an accent I had never heard before. London was a cosmopolitan city. One of the first to get electricity. Travelers across the British Empire passed through its port. And I had never heard the like.
“Henrietta, stop ignoring me. It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid.”
Warmth engulfed my body. I did still have a body. I wasn’t just a consciousness floating in an uncreated void. The warmth drew me away from the void. Merita’s voice guided to me, beckoning to me. I followed the fairy’s words and opened my eyes.
I was still in a void.
Only in this void I had a body. I blinked as I floated through a darkness more absolute than any I had ever encountered. And yet I could see my naked body as clear as if sunlight lit them. But there were no shadows. My small breasts and hard nipples didn’t block the light, creating patterns.
“It’s okay,” Merita whispered.
Her tentacles were wrapped about me, purple against my ivory skin. The end of one played idly with the blonde curls covering my pudenda. A hot shudder ran through my body. A hysteric itch formed between my thighs, aching for Nurse Paige’s “medical treatment.” I squirmed as I felt Merita pressed up behind me, her breasts small, her nipple hard. Her arms wrapped about me, hands clasped over my stomach as she nuzzled her hairless face against my neck.
“Shhh, it’s okay. You were overwhelmed. That’s to be expected from such a primitive species.”
“Primitive?” I squawked.
“Well, yes. You have just discovered electricity. You are decades away from utilizing the electromagnetic spectrum for communication. You’re only playing around with the most basic of computational machines. The primary means of transport is animal based.”
“We have trains.”
“Yes, burning coal. Not even refined petroleum has spread much.”
“I don’t understand. Aren’t you from my world?” I paused. “No, you fell from the sky, fairy.”
“Fairy...” Merita said the word slowly. “No, no. I am not a mythological creature who plays tricks on your race. I am...” She hesitated. “Alien is the best word in your language.”
“You’re from another country?”
“Planet.” Merita’s hand flew out and the world blurred. A blue sphere appeared, painted with white, fluffy bits and dotted with land that was a mix of green-brown and ... My eyes widened. “Is that ... Earth?”
“From orbit. Your kind are a century away from the most primitive technology to see this,” she said. “This is your planet. Earth.”
“Are you from Mars then? Or Venus?” An excited catch jumped into my voice. “Is that why you’re so beautiful and naked? Because you’re from Venus?”
“Why would that... ?” She squirmed against me. “No, no. I am not even from your solar system but from another star.”
My eyes widened as the world zoomed. My stomach lurched as earth flew away, dwindling to a small point. Then the sun became a little dot. We hurtled past stars and flew through clouds of colorful dust. My eyes widened as we stopped before a blue star, a hazy, orange planet hanging before it.
“That’s my home.”
“So you’re not a fairy but an ... an alien from another planet?” It was too much to believe. I squirmed. “And you came to my planet in your egg.”
“Spaceship.” She hesitated. “I crashed, actually. There was a mishap. I’m stuck here until I can repair my ship. If I can repair my ship.”
I bit my lip. “And where are we?”
“In your mind. You passed out when I merged with your body. I’m inside you now. I guess I’m possessing you, though that’s not quite right. You’re language is so limited.”
“Sorry.” Then a flare of indignation shot through me. “No. I’m not. English is a perfectly good language. And what do you mean by possession? Are you controlling my body?”
“No, no. I had to merge with you. Do you remember falling down the crater?”
I nodded my head.
“Well, you broke your neck. You would have died if I didn’t render you help. I sent nanomachines into...” She sighed. “You don’t know what nanomachines are, of course?”
I shook my head.
“Well, they’re little ... automatons. And they are inside of you fixing the wound, but your body’s immune system rejected them. They haven’t fixed you yet, only created temporary nerves so you can move and breathe and not die. If I didn’t merge with you, your body would have rejected the help and died. So long as we’re one, the nanomachines will fix you.”
“Are you sure you’re not a fairy?” I asked, my head reeling. Immune system? Little automatons inside of me. Like those windup toys clockmakers build? “Because that sounds like magic.”
“It’s not. It’s science. Very, very advanced science.”
“And you’re in me now?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And this is all my imagination?”
“Yes it is.”
“This is a little much. I mean...” I swallowed. “What if I’ve gone crazy? I did hit my head.”
“Would your imagination ever create a purple-skinned alien with tentacles. Tentacles that do this?”
I gasped as the tentacle playing with my golden pubic hair slid down between my legs and rubbed at my pussy. Pleasure tingled through me. My folds instantly grew wet as the rubbery appendage stroked me. My nipples ached and I squirmed, suddenly so aware of her nipples poking me in the back.
Hard nipples.
“No,” I gasped, her tentacle massaging my clitoris. My eyes widened as the pleasure raced through me. “I don’t think my imagination could come up with something ... so ... so strange. Oh, my. That’s...”
“Amazing,” she purred, her voice husky. “Mmm, you are beautiful. Your hair is so wonderful.”
Her tentacle brushed one of my blonde pigtails. I only answered with a moan, trembling as she rubbed harder and harder at my clitoris. My toes curled as I squirmed again. Her touch was delicious, teasing me, stroking me, driving me so wild.
“Y-you’re making me feel so strange. You’re causing me to have hysterics.”
“Such a curious way to say you’re horny,” Merita purred, her tongue licking my ear. “I like it. I’ll cure your hysterics, yes. I’ll make you cum. Relax you so you can find wakefulness again.”
I let out a moan as her tentacle moved from my clitoris to my pussy. It rubbed up and down against my wet flesh. The pleasure rippled out of my sex and through my body. I gasped, arching my back, pressing into her breasts. Her lips nibbled on my ear then she nuzzled at my neck, kissing and licking, while her other tentacles caressed my body.
It was wonderful. Everywhere her tentacles brushed me sent tingling rushes across my skin. They caress my stomach and thighs, my arms and chest. One wrapped about my small breast, squeezing it, exciting my nipple at the tip. Her tentacle’s tip flicked at my hard nipple.
I gasped, “Merita.”
“Yes, yes, just enjoy. Let us ‘cure’ each other. Mmm, you are such a beauty. You make me feel all hysterical and in need of such sweet release.”
“Yes,” I moaned in agreement, her tentacle rubbing harder at my pussy.
My juices slicked her tentacle. It slid faster and faster up and down my pussy. My eyes fluttered at the wonderful delight that coursed through me. I moaned again, another spasm rushing through my body.
And then her lips kissed around to the back of my neck. They were so soft and warm and wet. Everywhere they touched me sent flutters of delight through my body. My fingers clenched as she kissed lower, reaching my spine, following it down between my shoulder blades. She licked and nuzzled, teasing me.
It was delicious.
“Merita,” I groaned. “Oh, your tentacles ... Your touch ... They’re wonderful. Oh, yes. Oh, wow. I did not imagine such delights could exist.”
“And I am so glad to share them with you.”
Her lips kissed lower. I trembled every time she took a quick lick up my spine. I shivered, the sensations running all the way down to my pussy teased by her tentacle. Others played with my nipples, flicking them and rubbing slow circles about them. Her tentacles constricted about my body, squeezing and relaxing as Merita grew more excited.
She had four tentacles. Two played with my nipples and the third wiggled at the entrance of my pussy. The fourth brushed my lips. I kissed it, savoring the rubbery texture. My tongue licked out, swirling about it.
“Yes,” moaned Merita. “Oh, I like it when you do that.”
“This?” I asked with a giggle. I swirled my tongue about her tentacle then kissed the tip, sucking briefly.”
“Yes.” Her voice was so throaty. She nuzzled at my lower back, her hands stroking my sides as I kissed and nibbled on the tip. “So good. You are wonderful, Henrietta. I hope all your race are as loving.”
They weren’t. Our men could be so barbaric. They lacked the gentle souls of my sex. Merita had the same feminine, delicate energy. She wasn’t brutish. She cared about me. She caressed me and loved me. I trembled as her tentacle wiggled into my pussy, deflowered by her earlier.
I gasped as she filled my hot, wet depths. Her tentacle undulated inside of me. It swelled and constricted, stretching me wider open. My mouth opened wide as I groaned. Her other tentacle slid into my mouth. I sucked on it and moaned as she fucked her appendage into my pussy.
“Ooh, I love the feel of your cunny wrapped about my tentacle.”
I shuddered at her word. It was so cute and dirty all at the same time. Cunny. My cunny contracted on her pussy as her lips nuzzled lower down my body. Her hands slid down, stroking my hips then the cheeks of my buttocks. I gasped as she pried them apart.
And then her lips nuzzled down into my crack. I shuddered in the embrace of her tentacles as she worked closer and closer to my sphincter. Didn’t she know how dirty it was there? What was she doing? Why would she lick me there?
I gasped about the tentacle fucking in and out of my mouth as her tongue swirled about my puckered sphincter. My butt clenched, trying to squeeze shut but her fingers kept them pried apart. She giggled, her tentacle fucking deeper into my pussy as she tongued me.
“Mmm, such a sour, earthy flavor. I like the taste of your ass, Henrietta. So good.”
I could only squirm and moan as she wiggled her tongue like a small tentacle into my bowels. My eyes widened. I sucked so hard on her tentacle reaming my mouth while my pussy clenched on the appendage sliding in and out of my wet depths.
Pleasure stirred inside of me. The flutters of my hysterics grew as the wicked sensation of her tongue probing my sphincter merged with her tentacle pleasuring my cunny. I trembled, my nipples aching against her other appendages.
I wanted to scream out my growing pleasure.
“Mmm, yes, so tasty,” she moaned between licks. “And your pussy is growing so hot and wet. Are you going to cum? Have your paroxysms? Am I about to cure your hysterics?”
If I could speak, I would have shouted: “Yes.”
All the deviant sensations built in the core of my sex. My eyes rolled back in my head as I trembled. My cunny clenched and relaxed on her undulating tentacle. Strange, burning pleasure radiated from my bowels. My nipples ached. And her tentacle felt so warm and rubbery in my mouth, such a delight for my tongue to caress.
“Oh, you’re curing my hysterics, too,” moaned Merita. “Oh, yes. Let’s cum together.”
I gasped about her tentacle as she reamed my cunny faster. She locked her lips about my sphincter, sucking. I bucked in her embrace. Her fingers caressed my side. Her tentacles flicked my nipples. Wonderful sensations crashed through me.
I came.
Awe inspiring paroxysms of delight spasmed out of my cunny. My flesh convulsed about her tentacle as the waves of bliss washed through me. I groaned as she cured my hysterics. The rapture reached my mind. Stars danced through the dark void as I trembled.
“Yes, yes, yes, so good,” moaned Merita. “Keep sucking on my tentacle while your cunny massages the other. Oh, Henrietta. You’re so amazing. I love your body. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.”
We cured each other’s hysterics. It was amazing. I trembled and gasped. The pleasure peaked in me. I floated on it, held by her tentacles, then groaned as the bliss receded. I shuddered a final time, my cunny contracting on her withdrawing appendage.
Her tentacle popped out of my mouth. “Oh, Merita, oh, wow.” I was so wonderfully tired. Lethargic. I buzzed, the fluttery sensations gone from my stomach. “That was so much better than Nurse Paige curing my hysterics.”
“Good,” Merita grinned. She had floated around me, now facing me. She pressed her body to mine, breast to breast, cunny to cunny, lips to lips.
We kissed. I closed my eyes, her arms and tentacles holding me. My hand stroked her back up to her bald head, loving how she felt as I humped my cunny into her pussy. My clitoris ached. The hysteric flutters built in my stomach again.
“Merita,” I panted, breaking our kiss. “I think I need to be cured again.”
She beamed at me. “I think I need it, too. Want to lick each other’s cunnies?”
My eyes widened. I remembered the pleasure of Nurse Paige licking through mine. It had felt so wonderful and sinful. I knew it was wrong if we did it. But was this even real? It was like a dream. I couldn’t sin in my dreams.
“Yes!”
I was eager to taste her. To taste my first pussy. Would she be different than a human’s? Than Tabitha’s? I trembled as Merita’s tentacles turned us. They still gripped me, caressing me as she hovered over me, her legs spread. I caught my breath as I stared at the purple folds of her pussy. They were darker than her flesh, and swollen. Juices glistened and beaded on them.
I felt that same, wet heat adorning my own nethers. Were my pussy lips swollen like that? Engorged by my passion? Was that what caused the fluttering itches between my thighs just begging for someone to touch and ease my hysterics?
Maybe.
I breathed her in. She smelled flowery, like nectar. I moaned as her tentacles pulled our bodies together. Her thighs slipped around my head and her head slipped between my thighs. I felt her warm breath caressing my pussy.
I groaned and hugged her with my arms. I caressed her back as my nipples pressed into her stomach. Her nipples rubbed on mine. I licked my lips, staring at her pussy, wanting to lick her, but I was scared. Was there a certain why do it? What if I didn’t like it? What if she didn’t like it? A million questions shot through my mind.
And then were banished by her licking tongue.
I groaned, “Merita,” as her tongue slid through my folds. It was a slow, gentle lick. It was so different from her rubbery tentacles. Her tongue was smaller, wetter. I gasped as she brushed the entrance to my pussy before pushing her tongue in like she had into my bowels.
The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned and pulled harder on her, forcing her pussy lips against my mouth. I tasted her. Flowery and sweet. My tongue licked out through her folds. My eyes widened. My fingers tightened on her back as I slid through her folds. She tasted wonderful. Her juices were thicker than water, almost creamy. They clung to my lips and dribbled down my chin as I licked her again and again.
She sighed into my pussy. That encouraged me. I was doing it right. She liked what I did. It pleased her. I pleased her. I licked and tongued through her pussy. Faster, growing more bold, more certain the more she squirmed and moaned.
“Henrietta,” she sighed.
Oh, it was wonderful hearing my name from her voice. My thighs pressed on her round, bare head as her tongue dug deep into my pussy. She flicked my clitoris and wonderful sparks exploded through me.
I had to return the favor. I found her clitoris and licked the purple nub. It throbbed against my tongue and she shuddered and shivered. She sucked harder on my nub, licking me, loving me. It was amazing. I slid my hands up to grasp her ass as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth. I nibbled on it, loving how she bucked and responded.
“Henrietta, yes,” she moaned, squirming as I kneaded her butt. I loved how her cheeks felt in my hand. I clenched, pulling her pussy down on me and shoving my tongue into her hole. She wasn’t a virgin like I had been.
Had another girl-alien’s tentacles taken her virginity, or had she lain with a boy-alien? I hoped it was a girl-alien.
Her lapping tongue drove that thought from my mind. She slid through my folds then nibbled on my lips. I gasped and shuddered, squirming more, drinking in the sensations. I copied her, sucking on her labia, driving her wild.
“Oh, Merita, you’re wonderful,” I groaned, her tentacles stroking my back.
“You, too. You taste amazing. So different than my people. So sweet and salty.”
“You taste like flowers.”
She giggled then rammed her tongue deep into my pussy, fucking it in and out of me. I gasped and bucked, pressing my nipples hard into her stomach. Wonderful flutters shot through me down to my pussy. My fingers clenched on her asshole.
Then I smiled as I licked through her folds. My finger ventured in between her butt-cheeks. I found her sphincter, touching it, not caring that it was dirty. We were in a dream. Nothing here was real. Nothing here was a sin.
“Henrietta,” she gasped, her voice wonderfully throaty, as I wormed my finger into her bowels. My finger sank up to the knuckle. She was so warm and tight and rough. She clenched down on it. “Oh, yes. That’s so wicked. I love it. I love having my ass played with.”
“I enjoyed it, too.”
She giggled then we went back to licking each other while I fingered her asshole. I wormed my tongue deep into her pussy as my finger pumped faster and faster in her. She squirmed more and more, clenching on my digit and moaning into my pussy.
The way she shuddered on me made me so excited. The impending paroxysm swelled inside of me. My orgasm. My cum. She tongued my cunny faster and faster. She flicked my clitoris as she squirmed on me.
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