Boarding school clash
Chapter 5 : Henrietta Buggered by the Headmistress
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

"What were you and Peony doing in the tub ?"Tabitha asked as she dropped her nightgown from last night into the laundry basket in our shared elbow room. Mine followed.

We stood naked in our minuscule room, my base dancing on the cold floorboards and my teeth chattering. It was so warm in the tub and so frigid in here. It turned out that the girls of our dorm had our own Roman stylus bath, a large pocket billiards of piped up spring urine. While our school lacked electricity, it had plumbing. The water was so unlax, especially with spooky, petite, and virginal Peony pressed against me.

"petting,"I answered, my cheeks going red as I remembered how wondrous peony felt, our wet consistency pressed together as she leaned against the edge of the bath, our pelvic girdle humping, our clitorides rubbing together.

One of my pussy tentacles fucking paeony 's cunny.

That was delicious, Merita, the tribade unknown who had merged with my body, whispered in my mind. It was because of her that I had the four tentacles that sprouted out of my sex. They were yearn and whippy, and as raw as my nipples. It was such a pleasure to ream them in and out of a girl 's cunny or to bugger her bowel. I had plucked my roommate and lover Tabitha 's maidenhead then Peony 's in the Bath only minutes ago.

"It looked like you were doing more than kissing her,"Tabitha said, a wicked scintillation in her eye."She was gasping so hard. She had quite the release, a powerful cure for her hysterics."

"I may have used a tentacle on her,"I said.

Tabitha 's heart widened."Henrietta, you ca n't do that."

I blinked. It was the first gear time since I met Tabitha yesterday that she had called me by my first name. Usually, she called me Etta. I stared at her as I pulled out a fair camisole from my chest of draftsman, eagre to dress.

"If someone finds out about your tentacles and addict out ..."Tabitha bit her lip."They might kick you out of the school day or something. I mean ..."Tabitha 's eyes flicked down to my blonde curls adorning my naked bulwark."I understand. And I guess peony must too, but ... what about the other girls ? And the teachers ?"

"I know."I sighed, pulling the underbodice over my head and letting it fall across my lowly bosom and down to my hips. I pulled it down so it covered my mid thigh."But it was so sexy. Everyone was making love around us. And Geneva tongued your anatomical sphincter while rubbing your cunny, and your dummy were shaking, and peony was so delectable and timid and afraid and vulnerable and enticing. I could n't resist. I lost control."

My stomach fell."What am I going to do tomorrow ? And the future day ? We 'll have the communal bath every morning. And every morning I 'll be surrounded by sex. Wonderful, delicious, nix passion. lesbian love. It 's sinful and I love it. And you know what happens when my cunny gets excited."

"Your pussy tentacles come out to play,"Tabitha sighed.

Which is why we need to line up the heart of my ship, Merita said. As soon as possible. Before another man showdown it.

How will that help my tentacle problem ? You have to have me until the nanites cure me. When I found Merita 's crashed spaceship last dark, an egg-shaped object in a crater which I mistook for a falling star, I tripped and broke my neck. I would have died if she did n't save me. But the nanites—which I did n't interpret what those were, but apparently they were little automatons inside my physical structure repairing my injury, like little wind-up miniature or something—were rejected by my body. Merita had to possess me to let them work. How long will that take ?

It 's going slow than I hoped. It 'll be days. Week or more.

"People are going to find out,"I groaned, sinking onto my bed while I watched Tabitha pull on her stockings up her smooth, blench thigh, her red tomentum swishing about her shoulders and her tit jiggling beneath her camisole. Her nipples were hard, the fabric cut enough to wee them dark shadows that I wanted to suck on.

My pussy itched. The tentacles squirmed inside of me as I grew wet.

This was no beneficial. Everything was turning me on. I grew hysteric so easily, and I wanted to be cured. Right now. I had orgasmed in the bath as I pumped my tentacle in and out of Peony 's virgin cunt, and I wanted more.

Needed more. It was so hot.

Sex is marvellous, Merita agreed. On my home planet, I would hold love to five or more females all day, just exploring each others holes with our tentacles, loving each other, and cumming over and over. It was a wonderful way to devolve the day.

Images of the alien, lesbian saturnalia shooting through my thinker. Merita in the center, her hairless, purplish body writhing, the four tentacles, which sprouted from her rose hip and not her slit, undulating as she caressed her lovers. Their tegument were all diverse hues of lilac and purple. Some had larger breasts, former littler, their pap hard. They licked and sucked and fingered and tentacled each other, gasping and moaning. I could find them.

My tentacles burst from my pussy, shooting out from beneath my underbodice, waving purple against my tegument."Merita,"I groaned."Do n't remember that hooey. I 'm trying to control my tentacles, not let them out."

Sorry, sorry.

Tabitha stopped pulling up her 2nd stocking and stared at the writhing tentacles. She squirmed, lecherousness burning in her unripened eyes. I could almost hear her thought process. Wow, I love those tentacles, and they 're dripping in Etta 's juice. It would be so hot to cream them right now. We do n't postulate to go to family. We can be hooky player and enjoy ourselves.

I concentrated and my tentacles retracted back inside of me. Tabitha let out a sigh."We could n't have been truant,"I said absently,"we have to get to class."

Tabitha blinked and cocked her head, staring at me.

"What ?"I frowned.

"nada, nothing. I 'm think I 'm that transparent. I just get laid your tentacles so much. They 're just wonderful. Especially when they 're touching me."Tabitha fell back on her bed, squeezing her thighs together."Oh, my hysterics are back. I 'm all fluttery and jittery. And now we have to get to class."

"Sorry,"I said.

I 'm sad, too. I did n't stand for to sex you, Henrietta, or sweet Tabitha.

"Merita 's sorry, too."

Tabitha shook her forefront and then sat up."It must be uncivilised to have an noncitizen living in your mind."

"She does show me naughty matter sometimes,"I admitted and grabbed my stockings. I pulled them on quickly."We dear hurriedness. We 're dawdling. We do n't want to get a demerit."

And when are we going out to look for the Congress of Racial Equality ?

tiffin, I sighed. I can skip it. But not breakfast. I am starving. My stomach proved me good by growling. O.K.. It 'll be just a few hours. Then we 'll get hold it. I have the scanner in my skirt. I had taken it from her ship before we left it last night.

After pulling on my stockings, I slipped on the two level of petticoats. Our school uniform lacked bloomers of any variety, which I found unknown. I felt so nude beneath my petticoats. But now I understood what sort of school this was. I had a tone that all sort of debauched, lesbian demeanour occurred during school 60 minutes under the guise of curing"female hysterics."I had always been taught that cleaning lady did not feel the low, debased lusts like men, that we were unadulterated creatures.

It was such a lie. We had them, too, we just called it something else and pretended it was a medical problem. But I did n't listen. The thought of a man touching me was far lupus erythematosus appealing than a char. I liked women.

I feared I was turning lesbian. No. I was a Lesbian. And there was nothing awry with that. No affair what the preacher or the government said.

That 's right field, Merita agreed. You 're square-toed religion and mores are so primitive. sex is never faulty. It should always be explored.

I nodded my oral sex and snaffle my ankle-length, gray skirt, pulling it on over my petticoat. The two layers gave me more hips than I had in real life-time. I pulled on my ashen blouse succeeding, buttoning it up to my neck like a right woman and tucking it into my skirt. Then I combed my hair while Tabitha tamed her baseless, fiery mane. I pulled my blonde lock into pigtails—my preferred style—tying them with pink ribbons. Tabitha did n't tie back her hair but let it fall in natural wave around her freckled face. We laced up our heeled shoes and were ready for class.

The former fille of our floor bustled out of their rooms, wearing identical uniforms, their whisker styled in different way. Some were braided, like Prefect Geneva 's platinum-blonde plait, others loose, like Peony 's smutty hair's-breadth. The shy girl glanced at me, her hands clutched before her, then she darted down the hallway.

"Well, she looks like a galvanise doe,"Tabitha muttered, giving me a disquieted look.

I swallowed and nodded my head. What if she talked ? That would n't be good. I bit my lip as Tabitha and I held hands. We walked with the other fille, a oecumenical buzz from talking filling the corridor. Our dormitory lay on the fifth and highest floor. As we descended the stairs, girls from the quaternary and 3rd floors joined us, all with big grinning and rose-cheeked cheeks.

I bet they had their own Roman style baths.

I took a deep breath, scared to face my first day of classes at the Kensington Boarding schooltime. The endocarp walls of the mansion reverberated with talking as we swept down the stairs to the showtime storey. We followed the tide of girls through the dorm towards the dining room for breakfast. A few of the school day 's maids scurried past us in their black and white uniforms.

I wondered if they wore bloomers beneath their skirts ?

My twat itched and my tentacles squirmed. My nipples hardened in my blouse as a youthful maidservant, two year my senior, walked past, her cheeks apple red and her blouse strain to hold in her large breasts.

"Wow, she is ample,"Tabitha whispered to me."I bet they are nice to rest on."

Uh-huh, purred Merita. She conjured flashes of the maid, naked and lying on a bed, her heavy pap forming soft pitcher that beckoned.

Merita, occlusive that, I groaned as the hotness increased between my thighs.

Sorry, sorry. I 'm not used to controlling my desires.

Well, it 's not weird on your planet to sustain tentacles, but it is on mine.

I took long, dumb breaths, clenching Tabitha 's hired hand. My friend gave me a accompaniment grin, her lips so alcoholic and angelical and I knew just how kissable they were and how marvelous her hands were and how amazing it was to ...

Nope. stay that.

Ahead of us was nurse Paige 's infirmary on Tabitha 's slope of the hall. The doorway opened and the nurse stepped out, a big smile on her sass, her impertinence rosy. Though she was only in her twenties, she had a motherly air about her, accented by her curvy consistence. Her grinning swept over the girls walk by, many greeting her with polite,"proficient first light, nursemaid Paige."

"break of the day, girls,"the blonde nanny would reply.

And then she snagged Peony out of the crowd. The black-haired girl gasped as nurse Paige, with dexterity that had to come with practice, hiked up both peony 's skirt and two layers of underskirt, plunging her handwriting between the girl 's second joint and rubbing at her cunny.

"Yes, yes, you need to have got your hysterics cured, my dear,"nursemaid Satchel Paige beamed, and then she frowned."Although, what happened to your maidenhead, nestling ?"

Peony 's cheeks went red as she squirmed on the nursemaid 's pumping fingers. Giggles erupted from the surrounding miss. I groaned as waves of heating plant washed through me. Yesterday, I had my first orgasm at the hands of Nurse Leroy Robert Paige during my physical. She licked my cunny and clitoris until I had my paroxysms of bliss.

She was a tribade who enjoyed molesting the scholarly person under the pretense of a checkup treatment.

As Tabitha and I passed, the nurse 's arm hooked out and appropriate Tabitha, pulling my friend close."And you have the perfervid blood of the Kelt in you. I know that means you need to have your hysterics cured."

Our fingers parted. I turned to my Friend, trying to snatch her hand, but the tide of female child carried me away.

"No, no, I 'm o.k.,"Tabitha protested as nurse Paige deftly lifted her doll and petticoat with one script and plunged between my lover 's thighs."Oh, oh, Nurse Paige."

"Hmm, another girl that 's lost her maidenhead."The nurse tutted her tongue.

"Sorry, Etta,"Tabitha moaned."I-I 'll capture up."

I swallowed and nodded, forced along with the former girl to breakfast while my devotee was fingered by the nurse. Her moan and peony 's echoed over the buzz of conversation. My misfortunate cunny was on fervidness. Tentacles squirmed in my depths, bore to bristle out and play. It was n't fair.

I was so horny. Why did Nurse Paige select Tabitha ? I could feature had so a lot fun with them. nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige could have plunged her fingers into my cunny, and her ovolo could have rubbed my button. I would gasp and moan and ingest my orgasm. Then I would n't be so wet and horny and squirmy. And—

Tentacles flowed out of my pussy. They wrapped about my thighs, smearing pussy juices onto my flesh and stockings. I groaned, my tentacles so tender. I closed my heart for a here and now, fighting to get them to shrink back and grateful for my skirt and layers of underskirt so no one could see them.

My brow furrowed and the tentacles, reluctantly, slithered back interior of me. I gasped as they moved against the walls of my puss, the friction pleasant-tasting. And then my cunny relaxed, no longer stretched wide unfastened by them.

I sighed. If nursemaid Paige had fingered me, they would feature sprouted.

I know, it is dread, Henrietta. I wish you could have all the fun you want. I 'm sorry.

It 's not your shift. I would be dead without you. I took a deep breathing space. Besides, I am developing touch sensation for you. I 'll be ever so sad when you leave.

Me, too. You and Tabitha are so sweet.

As we reached the dining Hall, I imagined I could hear Tabitha moaning her pleasure. Yes, yes, yes, nanny Paige. Cure my hysterics. Your fingers are so deep into my cunny. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.

Her words sounded so clear in my vision. I sighed, biting my lip. I had to stop dwelling on sex. It was breakfast. I looked around for a berth to sit, all the mesa ladled with platters of sausage and Sir Francis Bacon and toast and jams.

"You can sit with us,"Jeane called. She was the grandiloquent girl on my story. She patted an empty seat at the table beside her. There was a secondly seat open that Tabitha could take.

"Thanks,"I said, taking a seat. I squirmed to get well-to-do, my clit aching between my thighs.

"Lucky Peony and Tabitha getting fingered by nurse Leroy Robert Paige,"sighed Darcy who sat across from me, a pink bow surmounting the top of her brown fuzz, holding it back off her shoulders. She was an erstwhile girl than me, nineteen."lastly year, she only fingered me twice on the way to breakfast."

"But she was always fingering white daisy,"Calophyllum longifolium said, another elder girl. She had such beautiful dimples as she smiled, which set off her sandy-blonde whorl.

"Who ?"I asked.

"Oh, she graduated last class. I hear she married a banker and hired a pleasant-tasting maid who knows how to use her tongue."Calophyllum longifolium giggled."I know all my housemaid will have to be so skilled when I set up my house."

"It is a pity we have to marry men,"I sighed.

They all giggled."But if we did n't, then who would make the money ?"asked Phoebe, a new girl like me. She sat beside Maria."I have several wooer back nursing home. All three are wealthy, even if they are such boor. Not like this seat. It is so ... stimulating."

Your people are so naive. adult female should be free to earn their own money and marry each former if they want.

I agree, Merita. I would end up marrying a full-bodied boor, too, probably one of my father 's business enterprise associates. Then I would throw a squeamish place, raise his children, and hoped I lived close enough to Tabitha so we could have"tea"everyday.

We joked about the economic value of a maid who knew how to use her tongue and a Captain Cook who knew how to use a cultivated carrot, which I thought was wicked. Tabitha appeared after ten or so transactions, her face flushed, and a huge grin on her cheek. She plopped down in the empty chair and gave me a flying kiss on the buttock before piling her plate with sausage and kippers.

"Boy, Nurse Satchel Paige really knows how to ready a missy for the day."

Darcy gave an enthusiastic nod.

After breakfast, it was time for course of study. I would have maths with Miss Maurine Short, Natural science with Madalyn Virgo, English with miss Delilah Averill, then lunch—Please get hold the core, Henrietta—followed by Latin with young woman Erma Northrop, and finale doctrine with Miss Marilynn Gully. Tabitha shared my agenda, which I found to be a relief, but former female child had different ones and the onetime girls had a few unlike courses.

"Do you have any idea where these rooms are ?"I asked Tabitha as we left the dining foyer, the maidservant coming in to take in up the kettle of fish from breakfast.

"Vaguely,"Tabitha said."I did go far the day before you, and I took the time to explore. All the classrooms are on the start and second base. And I recall that missy Maurine 's classroom is on the first floor and ... well, there she is."

Tabitha pointed to the woman with her inkiness hair twisted into lock heading down the foyer. We hurried after. We could n't get lost if we followed our teacher to class. Which made us the first too arrive. We took fanny up front, our back straights. Text Word of God lay on each of the board, the covers battered and worn by old age of eager students.

I swallowed. Arithmetic had never been my secure suite. But the Kensington Boarding School believed in educating young women as strenuously as Whitney Moore Young Jr. men. Many of its alumnus would put on for schooling at Oxford or Cambridge University while others used the prestige and civilisation to help land a easily marriage match.

And then hirer a maid who knew how to use her tongue.

As much as I hated maths, there was one nice affair about it—the subject was so boring sex was driven from my thought. Merita was no help, despite how advanced her people were. Her people used Base eight mathematics. I had trouble understanding just what that meant, but Merita had no understanding of our al-Qaida ten math. I did n't even lie with our math was stem ten.

When the class ended, I had a headache.

Tabitha 's green eye were equally glazed. I took her hand and the pair of us navigated the school to the cancel science classroom. It took us a few faithlessly scratch to find Miss Madalyn 's classroom. It turned out to be on the for the first time floor, not the second, and we were almost late.

"There you are, missy,"beamed Miss Madalyn, a adult female in a total darkness dress, her brown hair in a bun, and a friendly smile on her brim."You must be Tabitha,"she said, giving my friend a warm, inviting hug."So that makes you Henrietta."

"It does, Miss Madalyn,"I said before she swept me up into her embrace.

She had a wonderful smell about her, an exciting perfume. I was so aware of her body pressed against mine, her deal on the belittled of my back as she rubbed her cheek on mine. A wonderful tingling passed through me.

I wondered just how friendly she was as a teacher.

"Now, let 's get started on acquisition,"she said, breaking the osculation."We 'll begin with geology. I believe that will consecrate you a great foundation when we move into inorganic alchemy in a few workweek. Now, on the table on the binding I have many sample of stones ..."

She lectured us on the three types of rocks—igneous, metamorphous, and sedimentary—showing us exemplar of each. We handled them and stared at the metric grain with magnifying lens. She had rocks from all over England and beyond, her voice so excited as she talked about it.

Teaching was clearly her passion.

"O.K.,"she said as we stood to forget,"I want you all to write an essay tonight on what your front-runner eccentric of stone is and why."

"Yes, missy Madalyn,"we all said as we marched out.

Tabitha yawned and stretched."Boy, only two classes down and I 'm already so fatigue. I just want to go up to our room and—"

She clamped her jaw shut as a housemaid bustled up to us in her pitch blackness wearing apparel, bloodless proscenium tied across the front, and a pocket-sized, white-hot cap resting on her John Brown Curl. She had doe eye and a civil grinning on her case as she stopped before me.

"young lady Henrietta, I 'm to see you to the Headmistress 's office."

Tabitha groaned. My tummy clenched."M-me ?"

"Yes, Miss."The housemaid gave me a comforting smile, her center apologetic."I am sorry, missy, but I have my instructions. This way."

"But I have English next."

"young woman temptress will be informed on the reason you are missing her course of study. You will not be in trouble."Her tone implied, Not in any more trouble. Poor thing, summoned to the headmistress 's office on her first day, and such an innocent lamb. What could she have done ?

"zilch,"I muttered, and then my abdomen twisted more. Peony. What if paeony told nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige about my tentacles ?

I threw a look over my shoulder at Tabitha. She watched me with pinch as I followed the maid down the hall. My pump beat faster and faster with each whole step. I chewed on my lower lip as the maid led me from the bustle of the students leaving our class and down to the maiden floor. Our tone echoed through the Charles Martin Hall. The maid walked with a corpse back and a brisk stride.

I wanted to dawdle.

What do I do, Merita ?

pretend you do n't feature any tentacles, she suggested. Humans do n't. If peony did tell, you just have to keep them under control. If the Headmistress does n't see them, then she wo n't believe peony. It 's the only chance.

I took a deep breath. I hope you 're right.

Her logic made sense, but the inhuman pit of fear which had settled into my belly did not give care. I clutched my handwriting before me. My fingers worked together, stroking, playing, trying to distract me from my impending discipline.

The maid led me to a room access."Here we are, Miss."She gave me a comforting smile again that spoke, poor lamb. I hope the Headmistress is n't too voiceless on her. Then she knocked smartly on the dark-stained doorway."Headmistress, I 've brought the girl."

"Good, sound, you may go about your duties, Sallie,"a stern voice said."Miss Henrietta, enter."

I swallowed.

Sallie gave my shoulder a squeeze before she bustled off. I grasped the bronze door handle, twisted, and pushed my way into the office. The walls were covered in darkness, wood paneling, hiding the stone paries, and there were various bookshelves. A vase of flowers set on a plinth on one face of the room. Opposite, hanging on the wall, were several eccentric of canes and boat paddle. I swallowed, wondering which would be used on me. Sitting behind a big, neat desk was Headmistress Edna Neville. A grave bun of black hair pulled taut the hide of her frontal bone, making her seem even sterner. She wore a red frock, buttoned to the neck and held closed by an ivory broach. She stood, her back straight, and stared at me with dark eyes.

I swallowed, manus clasped before me, my human knee knocking.

"nanny Satchel Paige told me something interesting today,"the Headmistress said, her voice melodious and commanding all at the Lapplander clip. She walked around her desk, a tilt to her hips, her heeled boots thudding on the wooden floor."And it made me quite curious to uncover the truth."

peony did tell. Ooh, and after I made her cum so hard. This is how she thanks me ?

"What is that, Headmistress ?"I asked, trying to keep the fearfulness from my voice.

Her smiling grew on her lips, a grave smile."Strip."

I swallowed."cartoon strip, Headmistress ?"

"Yes,"she purred."Do not tell me you are stupid, little girl. It is a mutual word in English. Do I have to set it ?"I heard the threat in her timber. If you make me define it, girl, I will bend you over my desk and redden your ass.

"No, Headmistress, I know what it means, I was just ... shocked. This does n't look appropriate."

"I determine what is and is not appropriate at my school, fille Henrietta. So you will strip off every article of wearable and present me that pretty, nubile body of yours. nanny Paige has painted quite the descriptive tale of the appeal of your youthful flesh."

"She did ?"My nerve warmed. She knows about my snatch tentacles. She wants to see them.

Her eyebrows raised."You are not stripping. If I make it to my paries and you have n't begun undressing, I will take down one of those instruments and apply it with often vigor on your backside."

I squeaked,"Yes, Headmistress,"and my custody went to my blouse. I just had to sustain in control of my passions. As long as they did n't go out of ascendence, as long as my tentacles did n't sprout, nothing would go wrong. I would be perfectly fine.

I just had to stay in control. I could stay in control.

My fingers worked the buttons of my blouse as she walked to the wall covered in her pawn of subject field. My finger blurred as they worked down my front. I had my blouse undone and untucked from my skirt by the time she reached the rampart. I quickly folded it and set it on her desk.

She touched a paddle and turned as I unfastened the buttons cinching my skirt tight about my shank.

"Pity,"she sighed then watched me strip. Her eyes were lusty, a smile curling up the corners of her lips.

A shudder of fervour rippled through my body. My mamilla hardened against my camisole as I folded my wench and set it atop my blouse resting on her desk. I took off my petticoats next, slipping them out from beneath my camisole and adding them to the pile of clothing. I leaned against her desk and pulled off my shoes. Then my stockings.

Her smile grew and seemed to pass on without words : What lush branch. Nurse Paige was right about her. She is a gorgeous matter. Now let 's see all the charms. contract off the camisole, girl.

Her voice sounded so genuine in my head. My vision so creative today. Her smoldering optic made my body flush hotter, my cunny growing wet. This was dangerous. I drew off my camisole over my body, revealing my blonde curl and my small breasts.

The Headmistress purred in delight.

"Yes, yes, yes, nanny Paige was right. You are a lovely thing."She walked to me as I stood before her desk, the air cold, my skin pebbling, and my nipples aching so hard. I rubbed my hands up and down my subdivision, feeling the goofball hickey as I shivered.

But the frigidness did n't rob me of my ardor. Not with her eyes burning as they looked at me. She reached out and cupped my pocket-sized tit. Her pollex swiped over my nipple. I could n't assist the groan that escaped my lips.

My tentacles squirmed in my pussy.

Her hand trailed down my stomach."Now Nurse Paige treated two of your schoolfellow this morning for hysterics : Tabitha Smythe and Peony Featherton."

I squirmed, her fingers drawing line of credit of hullabaloo across my stomach and then to my inguen."I heard her name the discovery in the corridor this aurora, Headmistress."

Her fingers toyed with the gyre of my pussy."When Nurse Paige gave the young lady a forcible two days ago, both had intact maidenhead. Normally, Nurse Paige enjoys breaking a youthful girl 's maidenhead in her office, to make sure it is done as painlessly as possible."And pleasurably, I imagined the Headmistress adding. She has such a lech for a virgin 's cherry."So she was greatly foiled to discover both fille had their cherries well-plucked before she got her greedy helping hand on them."

"I-I 'm sorry she was disappointed,"I said, the Headmistress 's finger moving lower, sliding towards my hot, wet flesh.

She caressed my pussy lips. I groaned, biting my lip and fighting my tentacles. They wanted to come out. To wrap about the Headmistress, to get laid her cunny and sodomite her sphincter muscle. Then to caress her large white meat straining her dress and earn her squeal.

engagement it, Merita whispered. believe about disgusting men. Your existence 's male person are all hairy and filthy and lecher. Do n't call up about her finger rubbing at your cunny lips.

Trying not to, I moaned back.

"Mmm, just delicious,"purred the headmistress. Her fingers rubbed at my bod. I trembled, whimpering. Her early hand guesswork around me, grasping my naked ass, squeezing heavy. She pressed against me. She was taller than me, her optic looking down, burning with such lust.

And then her fingers pressed into my pussy. Two of them reaching in thick, nearing the tentacles squirming and aching to burst out of my cunny. I shivered, groaning, fighting the loathly sense impression bursting through me. Her fingers pumped in and out. They felt wonderful.

Her thumb swiped about my button. I gasped and shuddered. My eyes rolled back in my question. I grit my teeth, my digit grasping her dark-red dress at the pelvis, gathering the material as I struggled not to give into the joy and let out my tentacles.

"You also have lost your maidenhead since this yesterday,"the Headmistress purred. She leaned in and licked my ear."Tabitha and peony said you took theirs. But they were n't particular on how. Did you add a dildo with you to school ?"

I froze for a unity moment. She does n't have sex about the tentacles, Merita.

Good. But do n't slack up, go along fighting, Merita said as my tentacles squirmed more.

I gasped, my pussy clenching down on the Headmistress 's fingers as they probed so deep into my juicy pussy, almost touching the tentacles. I fought again, groaning, squirming. I shivered as her tongue licked my ear again, her fingers digging into my ass.

"Y-yes, I brought a dildo ... with me. My-my friend gave it to me. S-said I would need it at boarding school."

"Even though you were a virgin ?"

"Uh-huh. And then ... after I learned ... from nurse Paige ... Tabitha and I ... played with it ... and then with peony ... and ... and ..."I was so conclude to cumming. My tentacles were so eager to blow up out of me. Her thumb rubbing on my clitoris was too much. My consistency shook and convulsed."I ... I ..."

"Am a dirty strumpet,"hissed the Headmistress."Yes, yes, a lousy slut who brought a dildo to my school and used it on my virgins. That 's nanny Paige 's prerogative. You wo n't use it on any to a greater extent missy'hymens. You will let our school day nursemaid execute her medical procedures, and use her dildo on the female child. rightfield ?"

"Y-yes, Headmistress,"I moaned, trembling.

She ripped her fingers out of my twat, leaving me gasping and trembling. I swayed as she stepped back and smiled at her glistening fingers. Pussy juices trickled down my thighs. My mamilla were so surd. I had to cum. I needed to cum. Even if it meant my tentacles would be exposed.

"Please, Headmistress. I ..."

She smiled, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking off my sweet musk."Please give you let go ?"

"Yes. I ... I ... I need it. I 'm so hysterical rightfield now."

"I can tell."She turned around."Unbutton me."

I flew to her, working the release down the cover of her attire. The dress was stiff, possessing a built in whalebone corset, which pulled on the buttons, making it difficult to unmake. But I persevered. The garb slipped off her shoulder joint, revealing her camisole. She wiggled out of her dame, then I ripped down her petticoats as she pulled off her camisole. She turned, her white meat vauntingly, her pap fat and voiceless. A thick, fateful crotch hair covered her kitty-cat, matted by her excitement. She wore only list rush that when up to her knees and stockings held up by garters cinched sozzled about her pep pill thighs.

"I have just the think for you,"she purred,"but only if you get it nice and wet."

She walked to her desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a heavy, phallic-shaped physical object made out of urbane ebony. She licked the wooden shaft—A dildo, gasped Merita—as she sat on her desk, spreading her legs wide.

"Use it on me. Get it soaked with my snatch juices. Then I 'll use it on you."

"Yes, Headmistress,"I moaned. Could my tentacles sprouted if my cunny was plugged with the thick dildo ?

Maybe, Merita answered.

I took the wooden dildo. It was polished to such a tranquil surface so there was no theory of sliver. I knelt before the headmistress. The firm scent of her bawd snatch filled my olfactory organ. I leaned in, licking hungrily at her pussy, her curly pubic hair's-breadth tickling my face as my tongue slid through her folds. She groaned, leaning back, shuddering as I caressed her clitoris.

She moaned, humping against my face, her helping hand squeezing her titty as my tongue danced around her clitoris. I brought the dildo to the crimp of her pussy, pressing against them. Her pussy lips were blockheaded, protruding from her vulva. She was n't wet like Tabitha and me. I moved down, nuzzling and sucking on her slit backtalk as I forced the dildo into her.

"Yes,"the Headmistress moaned, her leg quivering as I worked the dildo deep into her cunny."Oh, you sweet earnest, yes. fucking my snatch. Stretch it out. Yes, yes yes, then I 'm going to bang you. Oh, yes, what a Sweet dear."

My lingua licked and sucked at her labia and clit as I pumped the dildo in and out of her cunny. I gripped the end, pushing in and out, her juices lubing the way. They clung to the ebony shaft. It was slurred, bigger than one of my tentacles, and it was so energise to shape it in and out of her pussy. She groaned, the desk creaking as she squirmed.

My mamilla and clitoris ached so badly. The tentacles writhed in my pussy, teasing me. Juices trickled down my second joint. I concentrated on licking her cunt, not thinking about my own pleasure as the Headmistress pinched her huge, fat nipples.

"Yes, yes, yes, you piddling slut. Oh, you are so tidal bore. Mmm, one day and we 've turned you into a pussy-hungry lesbian. Oh, yes. Yes. This is why I took the job as Headmistress. To save the traditions of the shoal alive. To guide Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning woman like you into the pleasance society denies us. Oh, yes. Keep tonguing me as you fuck that immense dildo into me. Oh, you 're going to enjoy it when I fuck you with it."

I moaned in excitement."Yes, yes, I need my expiration, too."

"Give me mine, and then I will ream you to your orgasm, Miss Henrietta."

She fell back on her desk, humping against me. Her fingers dug deep into her fleshy hill. Her garden pink nipples waved atop her peaks. I wanted to crawl up her and suck on one as I fucked the dildo in and out of her depths.

Why not ?

I stood up, still slamming the dildo in and out of her, and leaned over. I sucked on a knockout mammilla with my mucilaginous lips. She gasped and bucked as I engulfed the fat nub. It was twice the sizing of Tabitha 's nipple. I loved it in my sassing. I sucked so hard.

"You wonderful slut,"she moaned, thrashing."Oh, yes. Oh, Lord, that 's good. Oh, yes, yes, yes !"

She bucked and heaved as she orgasmed. She screamed unspoken joy, too a great deal ecstasy flowing through her to talk. My imagination conjured words for her : Oh, yes, what a pleasant-tasting slut. Oh, Lord, she 's good. I love it. Oh, she 's going to be a wild one. Oh, yes. So good. miss Henrietta is amazing.

I smiled as I squirmed. My twat tentacles ached to break out. I lifted my sassing from her nipple as she spasmed a concluding time. Then she grinned at me, her face flushed. She leaned up, seized my hips, and kissed me hard.

My tentacles peeked out of my puss as I shuddered in her embracing. Her tongue licked at my lips, tasting her tart juice staining me. Her breasts brushed my knocker, our nipples caressing. I groaned, straining to keep my tentacles in line.

She broke the candy kiss, grinning. She pushed me back and hopped off her desk, tits jiggling."Now it 's time for me to fuck you. deflect that pretty ass over my desk so I can sodomise you."

"S-sodomize ?"I gasped as."You 're not fucking my cunny ?"

"With a merchantman that cute, I ca n't resist."She smacked my rear before she pushed me to her desk."Bend over and so I can sodomise you."

My asshole clenched. I had enjoyed buggering myself with a tentacle last Nox. I leaned over, my thigh tight. My tentacle still peeked out. I groaned, forcing it back inside before she noticed anything. She was too busybodied attaching a leather harness about her waistline she had pulled from her desk, the dildo thrusting from it.

I remembered what Prefect Geneva had said about the Headmistress strapping her dildo to her like a real dick and buggering her students. This should n't be a surprise.

But it was. A terrific surprise.

The dildo dripped with her pussy cream as she moved to me. I watched her, squirming against her desk. She grasped my butt-cheeks and parted them. She spat right on my sphincter. I gasped at the liaison of her fluids.

"Oh, yes, you have such a cute seat. I ca n't resist. I love sodomizing girl with my big dildo."

She placed the tip at my bunghole and then she thrust.

I gasped as my sphincter gave way to her dildo, lubed by her pussy pick. She slid deeper and deeper into my asshole. The combustion pleasure shot to my pussy. The acute rubbing sent waves of heat rippling to my cunny.

And my tentacles.

I lost control.

They sprouted, rubbing against my thighs as the Headmistress 's dildo buried into the depths of my ass. She had buggered me with every column inch of the toy. I gasped, squirming, my bowels clenching down on her dildo as my tentacles rubbed against my thighs. Every brushing solidus sent quiver through me.

"Oh, yes, you love it, slut,"groaned the Headmistress.

She drew back. My intestine clung to her dildo. The friction was vivid. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my heading. It was so thick. It stretched me out. My tentacles wrapped about my second joint, two on each, constricting and relaxing. I wanted to send them out and touch on her.

But I held back.

She slammed back into me. Her drive hard. Her breakwater smacked into my butt-cheeks. I gasped, watching her over my shoulder joint. Her breasts jiggled with the impingement of our flesh. Her handwriting grasped my hip. She moaned, drawing back her hips and then fucking into me again.

Over and over. I grunted each clip. The clash ignited bliss with every hump. My bowels clung to her dick as she sodomized me over and over. My fingers gripped the sharpness of the desk as my tentacles rubbed up and down my second joint, shooting rapture to my puss and mixing with the bliss of her dildo reaming my asshole.

"Yes, yes, yes, Headmistress,"I gasped, my pigtails tossing back and forth."Bugger me. I love it. Oh, this is so hot."

"It is,"she moaned."Oh, yes, it is. pick out my dildo. Oh, you little fornicatress. shout out how a lot you love it when I sodomize you."

"I love it so much. Harder ! Faster ! I need my passing. Please, please, contribute it to me."

The desk rocked. She buggered me so hard. My eyes rolled back into my point. The delight built in my core. My mamilla rubbed on the insensate surface of her desk. My hips undulated as her shot grew harder and faster.

The pleasure volley in her psyche. I felt it. Her cerebration screamed out how much she loved buggering me. The dildo 's al-Qa'ida pressed on her clitoris. I was so caught up in the kick of being fucked, it hardly registered that I was sensing her pleasure.

Her thoughts.

Like I had all day. I was n't imagining what people were saying, but hearing their sentiment.

"Yes, yes, yes, you little slut,"she hissed in my intellect. So much fun to sodomize a pretty, short thing. expect at those asscheeks writhe. And she 's soused. Oh, the insistency on my clit is vivid. I 'm going to cum so unvoiced from sodomizing her.

"Yes, yes, cum, Headmistress,"I begged, my hips bucking up, our flesh slapping concentrated together. My tentacles clenched about my legs, gripping them, savoring the flavor of them. The pleasure rippled up them to my pussy."Cum with me. I ... I ..."

"Cum you filthy whore !"

Her words triggered my paroxysms. My tentacles pulsed around my legs as pussy juices squirted out of my spasming cunny. My slit clenched and relaxed on the tentacles, savoring their girth while my bowels writhed about her thrusting dildo.

The acute pleasure flooded through my torso. It crashed through my mind. So much. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned and gasped. I shuddered, undulating my rose hip, drinking in Thomas More and more of the bliss. I moaned out with every new wave of rapture flooding through me.

Such a well ass to sodomise. Oh, yes, I 'm going to cum so tough. She 's such a slut. Oh, yes. expect at her sphincter muscle taking my dildo. It 's stretched so wide. So obscenely wide.

I felt her orgasm as she slammed into me. I screamed with her as a second burst of joy shot through me. My tentacles clenched so hard on my legs it hurt. I moaned, fighting the urge to let them go wild as the delight boiled through me. The Headmistress buried her dildo into my profundity, her fingernails biting into my pelvic girdle as her finger clenched.

"Oh, you wonderful adulteress,"she panted, her orgasm cresting in her."Oh, you were amazing. Mmm, yes. Just what I needed."

"Me, too,"I sighed as my tentacles retracted back inside of me.

She pulled out of me, my whoreson gaping outdoors, feeling so vacuous. Then she froze. I sensed disbelief from her. She had glimpsed my tentacles retracting into my cunny. She blinked. No, no, I could n't feature seen that. Impossible.

I sighed in embossment. She dismissed it as a caper of motion.

"Miss Henrietta, you may prune and go."She paused."And remember, provide the deflowering to our medical staff."

"Yes ... Headmistress ..."I panted.

And now it is lunch time, Merita said. Time to find the sum before any humans stagger on it.

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missy Marilynn Gully and Daisy the maidservant finished consuming the sum 's canister, leaving only the flashing light behind. The two rose. It had taken time of day to wipe out it, the nanites patiently dissolving More and more of the alloy to leave the resources so they could connect to more entities and regain the computer.

... connect ...

Both fair sex, joined by the metal tentacle buried in both their twat, walked as one, side by side, across the grassy moorland. Their sentiment were wax of excitation. New tentacles grew in both their pussies, eager to colligate to other women.

And there were many of them at the school.

... connect ...

"Yes,"Daisy and Marilynn said in unison."So many young woman to plug in to."

They shuddered, tidal bore for the rapture to come.

To be continued ...