Boarding schoolhouse Encounter
Chapter Five : Henrietta Buggered by the Headmistress
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

"What were you and Peony doing in the bathroom ?"Tabitha asked as she dropped her nightgown from shoemaker's last dark into the washables hoop in our deal elbow room. Mine followed.

We stood naked in our little room, my invertebrate foot dancing on the frigid floorboards and my dentition chattering. It was so ardent in the bathing tub and so cold in here. It turned out that the young woman of our dorm had our own Roman mode bath, a large pool of piped up spring water. While our shoal lacked electricity, it had bathymetry. The piss was so relaxing, especially with anxious, diminutive, and virginal peony pressed against me.

"Kissing,"I answered, my impudence going red as I remembered how terrific Peony felt, our wet bodies pressed together as she leaned against the edge of the bathtub, our hips humping, our clitorides rubbing together.

One of my pussy tentacles fucking paeony 's cunny.

That was toothsome, Merita, the sapphic outlander who had merged with my body, whispered in my judgment. It was because of her that I had the four tentacles that sprouted out of my sex. They were long and elastic, and as sensitive as my nipples. It was such a joy to ream them in and out of a girl 's cunny or to sodomized her bowel. I had plucked my roomie 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 mischievous twinkle in her eye."She was gasping so hard. She had quite the release, a potent cure for her hysterics."

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

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

I blinked. It was the offset sentence since I met Tabitha yesterday that she had called me by my first gens. Usually, she called me Etta. I stared at her as I pulled out a clear camisole from my chest of drawers, eager to dress.

"If someone finds out about your tentacles and freaks out ..."Tabitha bit her lip."They might kick you out of the school or something. I mean ..."Tabitha 's oculus flicked down to my blonde Robert Floyd Curl Jr. adorning my raw breakwater."I understand. And I guess peony must too, but ... what about the early girls ? And the instructor ?"

"I know."I sighed, pulling the camisole over my principal and letting it lessen across my small knocker and down to my hips. I pulled it down so it covered my mid second joint."But it was so sexy. Everyone was making love around us. And Geneva tongued your sphincter while rubbing your cunny, and your boobs were shaking, and peony was so delicious 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 following day ? We 'll have the communal bath every morning. And every morning I 'll be surrounded by sex. Wonderful, delicious, forbidden passion. Sapphic love life. It 's over-the-top and I love it. And you know what happens when my cunny gets excited."

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

Which is why we need to find the core of my ship, Merita said. As soon as potential. Before another homo meeting it.

How will that aid my tentacle problem ? You have to possess me until the nanites cure me. When I found Merita 's crashed starship close night, an prolate aim in a crater which I mistook for a falling adept, I tripped and broke my neck. I would make died if she did n't make unnecessary me. But the nanites—which I did n't understand what those were, but apparently they were fiddling automatons inside my body repairing my lesion, like little wind-up toys or something—were rejected by my body. Merita had to possess me to let them work. How long will that conduct ?

It 's going slower 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 puff on her stockings up her smooth, wan thigh, her red tomentum swishing about her shoulders and her breasts jiggling beneath her camisole. Her nipples were hard, the fabric thin enough to make them dark shadows that I wanted to suckle on.

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

This was no right. Everything was turning me on. I grew hysterical 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 slit, and I wanted more.

Needed more. It was so hot.

Sex is wonderful, Merita agreed. On my home planet, I would make jazz to five or more female all day, just exploring each others holes with our tentacles, loving each early, and cumming over and over. It was a howling way to pass the day.

Images of the noncitizen, Sapphic orgy shot through my mind. Merita in the heart, her hairless, purple physical structure writhing, the four tentacles, which sprouted from her rose hip and not her cunt, undulating as she caressed her lovers. Their skins were all various chromaticity of lilac and purple. Some had larger breasts, early smaller, their mamilla hard. They licked and sucked and fingered and tentacled each former, gasping and moaning. I could finger them.

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

Sorry, sorry.

Tabitha stopped pulling up her second stocking and stared at the writhing tentacles. She squirmed, lust electrocution in her green eye. I could almost try her cerebration. Wow, I love those tentacles, and they 're dripping in Etta 's succus. It would be so hot to lick them right now. We do n't need to go to classes. 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 nonattender,"I said absently,"we have to get to class."

Tabitha blinked and cocked her headspring, staring at me.

"What ?"I frowned.

"Nothing, aught. I 'm hazard I 'm that transparent. I just have intercourse your tentacles so much. They 're just marvelous. Especially when they 're touching me."Tabitha fell back on her bed, squeezing her second joint 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 sorry, too. I did n't signify to arouse you, Henrietta, or sweet Tabitha.

"Merita 's sorry, too."

Tabitha shook her question and then sat up."It must be uncivilised to ingest an stranger living in your mind."

"She does usher me naughty things sometimes,"I admitted and grabbed my stockings. I pulled them on quickly."We better hurry. We 're dawdling. We do n't want to get a demerit."

And when are we going out to look for the marrow ?

luncheon, I sighed. I can vamoose it. But not breakfast. I am starving. My venter proved me honorable by growling. okay. It 'll be just a few hr. Then we 'll find it. I have the electronic scanner in my skirt. I had taken it from her ship before we left it finis night.

After pulling on my stockings, I slipped on the two layer of petticoats. Our school uniform lacked bloomer of any sort, which I found unknown. I felt so au naturel beneath my petticoats. But now I understood what sorting of school this was. I had a feeling that all kind of debauched, lesbian behavior occurred during school day time of day under the pretence of curing"distaff hysterics."I had always been taught that women did not feel the low, subvert lustfulness like men, that we were virginal creatures.

It was such a lie. We had them, too, we just called it something else and pretended it was a medical job. But I did n't heed. The estimation of a man touching me was far LE appealing than a woman. I liked women.

I feared I was turning lesbian. No. I was a lesbian. And there was zippo wrong with that. No matter what the preacher or the governance said.

That 's right, Merita agreed. You 're prim religion and Sir Thomas More are so primitive. Sexuality is never wrong. It should always be explored.

I nodded my psyche and grabbed my ankle-length, grey skirt, pulling it on over my half-slip. The two layers gave me more hips than I had in real life story. I pulled on my White person blouse next, buttoning it up to my neck like a proper woman and tucking it into my wench. Then I combed my hair while Tabitha tamed her baseless, fiery head of hair. I pulled my blonde whorl into pigtails—my preferred style—tying them with pink ribbons. Tabitha did n't tie back her hair but let it come down in born Wave around her freckle face. We laced up our heeled shoe and were set for class.

The other girls of our base bustled out of their rooms, wearing identical uniforms, their hair styled in different style. Some were braided, like Prefect Geneva 's towheaded pleat, others loose, like paeony 's black hair. The shy girl glanced at me, her hands clutched before her, then she darted down the hallway.

"Well, she looks like a startled doe,"Tabitha muttered, giving me a worried 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 helping hand. We walked with the other girls, a superior general bombination from talking filling the corridor. Our dormitory lay on the fifth and eminent trading floor. As we descended the steps, girls from the fourth and third floors joined us, all with big smiles and rosy-cheeked cheeks.

I bet they had their own roman elan baths.

I took a rich breath, scared to face up my commencement day of socio-economic class at the Kensington Boarding School. The Harlan F. Stone paries of the mansion reverberated with talking as we swept down the stairs to the start storey. We followed the tide of missy through the residence hall towards the dining elbow room for breakfast. A few of the school day 's housemaid scurried past us in their black-and-white uniforms.

I wondered if they wore knickers beneath their skirts ?

My pussy itched and my tentacles squirmed. My mamilla hardened in my blouse as a youthful maid, two years my senior, walked past, her impudence apple red and her blouse straining to contain her with child breasts.

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

Uh-huh, purred Merita. She conjured twinkling of the maid, naked and lying on a bed, her large knocker forming soft mounds that beckoned.

Merita, stop that, I groaned as the heat increased between my thighs.

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

Well, it 's not weird on your satellite to make tentacles, but it is on mine.

I took long, deadening intimation, clenching Tabitha 's hand. My friend gave me a musical accompaniment smile, her lips so lush and sweet and I knew just how kissable they were and how wonderful her bridge player were and how amazing it was to ...

Nope. stopover that.

Ahead of us was Nurse Leroy Robert Paige 's hospital on Tabitha 's side of the hallway. The threshold opened and the nanny stepped out, a big smile on her back talk, her cheeks rosy. Though she was only in her 1920s, she had a motherly air about her, accented by her curvy body. Her smile swept over the girls walk by, many greeting her with polite,"Good morn, nurse Paige."

"Morning, female child,"the blond nurse 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 paeony 's skirt and two layers of half-slip, plunging her paw between the missy 's thigh and rubbing at her cunny.

"Yes, yes, you need to make your hysteric cured, my dear,"nurse Satchel Paige beamed, and then she frowned."Although, what happened to your virginal membrane, child ?"

peony 's cheeks went red as she squirmed on the Nurse 's pumping fingers. Giggles erupted from the surrounding girl. I groaned as wave of oestrus washed through me. Yesterday, I had my first orgasm at the handwriting of nursemaid Paige during my physical. She licked my cunny and clit until I had my convulsion of bliss.

She was a lesbian who enjoyed molesting the students under the guise of a medical checkup treatment.

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

Our fingers parted. I turned to my friend, trying to snap her hand, but the lunar time period of girls carried me away.

"No, no, I 'm ticket,"Tabitha protested as nursemaid Satchel Paige deftly lifted her skirt and petticoat with one script and plunged between my lover 's thigh."Oh, oh, nurse Paige."

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

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

I swallowed and nodded, forced along with the other girls to breakfast while my devotee was fingered by the nursemaid. Her moan and paeony 's echoed over the buzz of conversation. My poor cunny was on fire. Tentacles squirmed in my depths, tidal bore to burst out and play. It was n't fair.

I was so horny. Why did Nurse Paige take Tabitha ? I could have had so much fun with them. nurse Paige could give plunged her fingers into my cunny, and her thumb could have rubbed my clitoris. I would heave and moan and have 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 thigh, smearing twat succus onto my build and stockings. I groaned, my tentacles so sensitive. I closed my optic for a moment, fighting to get them to retract and grateful for my chick and layers of petticoats so no one could see them.

My brow furrowed and the tentacles, reluctantly, slithered back inside of me. I gasped as they moved against the bulwark of my pussy, the detrition luscious. And then my cunny relaxed, no longer stretched wide opened by them.

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

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

It 's not your break. I would be drained without you. I took a deep intimation. Besides, I am developing tone 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, Nurse Satchel Paige. Cure my hysterics. Your fingers are so abstruse into my cunny. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.

Her words sounded so clear in my imagination. I sighed, biting my lip. I had to stop dwelling on sex. It was breakfast. I looked around for a place to sit, all the tables ladled with platters of blimp and Francis Bacon and pledge and jams.

"You can sit with us,"Jeane called. She was the tallest girl on my floor. She patted an void seat at the table beside her. There was a second gear buttocks open that Tabitha could take.

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

"Lucky peony and Tabitha getting fingered by nurse Paige,"sighed Darcy who sat across from me, a pink bow surmounting the top of her brown hair's-breadth, holding it back off her shoulder. She was an sometime fille than me, nineteen."Last yr, she only fingered me twice on the way to breakfast."

"But she was always fingering Marguerite,"Maria said, another older young lady. She had such beautiful pregnant chad as she smiled, which set off her sandy-blonde gyre.

"Who ?"I asked.

"Oh, she graduated terminal year. I hear she married a banker and hired a delicious maid who knows how to use her tongue."Maria giggled."I know all my amah will have to be so skilled when I set up my house."

"It is a shame we have to conjoin 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 suitors back dwelling house. All three are loaded, even if they are such boors. Not like this place. It is so ... stimulating."

Your citizenry are so primitive. Women should be free to earn their own money and marry each other if they want.

I agree, Merita. I would end up marrying a fat boor, too, probably one of my father 's commercial enterprise associates. Then I would have a nice habitation, resurrect his children, and hoped I lived close enough to Tabitha so we could bear"tea"everyday.

We joked about the value of a maiden who knew how to use her glossa and a cook who knew how to use a carrot, which I thought was wicked. Tabitha appeared after ten or so minutes, her fount flushed, and a huge grin on her face. She plopped down in the empty chair and gave me a quick buss on the cheek before piling her plate with sausage and kippers.

"Boy, nursemaid Paige really knows how to set up a girl for the day."

Darcy gave an enthusiastic nod.

After breakfast, it was clip for class. I would cause Math with Miss Maurine Short, Natural skill with Madalyn Virgo, English with Miss Delilah Averill, then lunch—Please happen the heart and soul, Henrietta—followed by Latin with Miss Erma Northrop, and last Philosophy with misfire Marilynn Gully. Tabitha shared my agenda, which I found to be a relief, but other girls had different ones and the quondam girls had a few different courses.

"Do you have any thought where these suite are ?"I asked Tabitha as we left the dining Hall, the maidservant coming in to clear up the mess from breakfast.

"Vaguely,"Tabitha said."I did make it the day before you, and I took the time to search. All the schoolroom are on the first gear and instant floors. And I recall that Miss Maurine 's classroom is on the first level and ... well, there she is."

Tabitha pointed to the woman with her bleak hair twisted into ringlets heading down the hall. We hurried after. We could n't get lost if we followed our teacher to grade. Which made us the first too arrive. We took seats up front, our back heterosexual person. Text record lay on each of the tabular array, the covers battered and worn by year of bore students.

I swallowed. Arithmetic had never been my stiff suite. But the Kensington Boarding schooling believed in educating young cleaning lady as strenuously as young men. Many of its graduates would apply for schoolhouse at Oxford or Cambridge while others used the prestigiousness and refinement to serve land a better matrimony match.

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

As much as I hated maths, there was one nice thing about it—the discipline was so wearisome sex was driven from my thoughts. Merita was no help, despite how promote her people were. Her hoi polloi victimised groundwork eight math. I had difficulty agreement just what that meant, but Merita had no understanding of our base ten math. I did n't even make out our math was pedestal ten.

When the class ended, I had a headache.

Tabitha 's unripened eyes were equally glazed. I took her helping hand and the span of us navigated the school to the natural science classroom. It took us a few false outset to find Miss Madalyn 's classroom. It turned out to be on the first flooring, not the secondly, and we were almost late.

"There you are, fille,"beamed young woman Madalyn, a adult female in a Joseph Black dress, her chocolate-brown hair in a bun, and a well-disposed grin on her backtalk."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 olfactory property about her, an agitate fragrance. I was so aware of her dead body pressed against mine, her custody on the small of my back as she rubbed her cheek on mine. A wonderful tingle passed through me.

I wondered just how favorable she was as a teacher.

"Now, let 's get started on eruditeness,"she said, breaking the osculation."We 'll lead off with geology. I believe that will hold you a bang-up creation when we move into inorganic chemistry in a few week. Now, on the mesa on the dorsum I have many samples of I. F. Stone ..."

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

precept was clearly her passion.

"okay,"she said as we stood to go forth,"I want you all to write an essay tonight on what your best-loved type of rock is and why."

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

Tabitha yawned and stretched."Boy, only two social class down and I 'm already so timeworn. I just want to go up to our way and—"

She clamped her jaw shut as a maiden bustled up to us in her black wearing apparel, white proscenium tied across the front, and a small, white cap resting on her brown curls. She had doe eyes and a polite smile on her face as she stopped before me.

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

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

"Yes, Miss."The maid gave me a comforting grin, her eyes excusatory."I am sorry, missy, but I have my teaching. This way."

"But I have English next."

"Miss enchantress will be informed on the reason you are missing her socio-economic class. You will not be in trouble."Her spirit implied, Not in any more trouble. Poor matter, summoned to the headmistress 's office on her first day, and such an inexperienced person lamb. What could she have done ?

"Nothing,"I muttered, and then my stomach twisted more. peony. What if paeony told nanny Paige about my tentacles ?

I threw a look over my shoulder at Tabitha. She watched me with collar as I followed the maiden down the manse. My heart beat faster and faster with each step. I chewed on my lour lip as the housemaid led me from the ado of the students leaving our class and down to the first gear storey. Our whole tone echoed through the Granville Stanley Hall. The housemaid walked with a stiff back and a alert stride.

I wanted to dawdle.

What do I do, Merita ?

make-believe you do n't accept any tentacles, she suggested. Humans do n't. If peony did severalize, you just have to celebrate them under control. If the Headmistress does n't see them, then she wo n't believe Peony. It 's the merely chance.

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

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

The maid led me to a door."Here we are, Miss."She gave me a comforting grin again that spoke, Poor Elia. I hope the Headmistress is n't too heavy on her. Then she knocked smartly on the dark-stained door."Headmistress, I 've brought the girl."

"trade good, good, you may go about your tariff, Sallie,"a stern vocalization said."girl Henrietta, enter."

I swallowed.

Sallie gave my shoulder a squeeze play before she bustled off. I grasped the bronze door handle, twisted, and pushed my way into the office. The bulwark were covered in darkness, wood pane, hiding the I. F. Stone wall, and there were respective bookshelves. A vase of flowers set on a plinth on one side of the room. Opposite, hanging on the paries, were several case of canes and boat paddle. I swallowed, wondering which would be used on me. Sitting behind a declamatory, keen desk was Headmistress Edna Neville. A severe bun of black hair pulled taut the skin of her forehead, making her seem even sterner. She wore a red garb, buttoned to the neck opening and held closed by an tusk broach. She stood, her back straight, and stared at me with benighted eyes.

I swallowed, hands clasped before me, my stifle knocking.

"nurse Paige told me something interesting today,"the Headmistress said, her vocalisation melodic and commanding all at the same time. She walked around her desk, a sway to her hips, her heel boots thudding on the wooden story."And it made me quite funny to reveal the truth."

paeony 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 fear from my voice.

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

I swallowed."comic strip, Headmistress ?"

"Yes,"she purred."Do not tell me you are pudding head, little girl. It is a common Bible in English people. Do I have to specify it ?"I heard the threat in her tone. If you make me delimit it, girl, I will deform 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 clothing and show me that pretty, nubile consistency of yours. Nurse Paige has painted quite the descriptive narrative of the charms of your young flesh."

"She did ?"My impertinence warmed. She knows about my kitty tentacles. She wants to see them.

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

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

I just had to abide in control. I could bide in control.

My fingers worked the buttons of my blouse as she walked to the wall covered in her instruments of correction. My finger's breadth blurred as they worked down my front end. 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 waistline.

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

A quiver of excitement rippled through my soundbox. My mamilla hardened against my camisole as I folded my skirt 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 chain reactor of habiliment. I leaned against her desk and pulled off my shoes. Then my stockings.

Her smiling grew and seemed to communicate without words : What lush stage. Nurse Paige was in good order about her. She is a gorgeous thing. Now let 's see all the charms. Take off the camisole, girl.

Her voice sounded so real in my mind. My resourcefulness so creative today. Her smoldering optic made my torso flush hotter, my cunny growing wet. This was severe. I drew off my camisole over my body, revealing my blond Robert 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 tegument pebbling, and my mammilla aching so surd. I rubbed my custody up and down my arms, feeling the goose pimples as I shivered.

But the common cold did n't rob me of my fervidness. Not with her optic burning as they looked at me. She reached out and cupped my low tit. Her pollex swiped over my nipple. I could n't help oneself the moan that escaped my lips.

My tentacles squirmed in my pussy.

Her script trailed down my venter."Now nursemaid Paige treated two of your classmates this break of the day for hysterics : Tabitha Smythe and peony Featherton."

I squirmed, her fingerbreadth drawing wrinkle of excitement across my stomach and then to my groin."I heard her epithet the discovery in the corridor this morning, Headmistress."

Her finger toyed with the curl of my cunt."When nurse Satchel Paige gave the female child a physical two day ago, both had intact virginal membrane. Normally, nanny Paige enjoys breaking a young girl 's maidenhead in her berth, to take a shit sure it is done as painlessly as possible."And pleasurably, I imagined the Headmistress adding. She has such a letch for a virgin 's cherry."So she was greatly thwarted to discover both young woman had their cherries well-plucked before she got her greedy hands on them."

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

She caressed my pussy lips. I groaned, biting my lip and fighting my tentacles. They wanted to descend out. To wrap up about the Headmistress, to sleep with her cunny and bugger her sphincter muscle. Then to caress her large breasts straining her dress and urinate her squeal.

scrap it, Merita whispered. call back about disgusting men. Your domain 's males are all hairy and filthy and lechers. Do n't think about her finger's breadth rubbing at your cunny lips.

Trying not to, I moaned back.

"Mmm, just Delicious,"purred the headmistress. Her digit rubbed at my flesh. I trembled, whimpering. Her other hand shot around me, grasping my naked ass, squeezing hard. She pressed against me. She was taller than me, her eyes looking down, burning with such lust.

And then her fingers pressed into my snatch. Two of them reaching in deep, nearing the tentacles squirming and aching to explode out of my cunny. I shivered, groaning, fighting the foul sensations bursting through me. Her fingers pumped in and out. They felt wonderful.

Her quarter round swiped about my clitoris. I gasped and shuddered. My eyes rolled back in my head. I grit my teeth, my fingers grasping her dark-red attire at the pelvis, gathering the textile as I struggled not to give into the pleasure 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 paeony said you took theirs. But they were n't particular on how. Did you bestow a dildo with you to school ?"

I froze for a single consequence. She does n't have a go at it about the tentacles, Merita.

Good. But do n't relax, 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 cryptical into my juicy pussy, almost touching the tentacles. I fought again, groaning, squirming. I shivered as her glossa licked my ear again, her fingers digging into my ass.

"Y-yes, I brought a dildo ... with me. My-my booster gave it to me. S-said I would necessitate 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 closely to cumming. My tentacles were so eager to explode out of me. Her quarter round rubbing on my clitoris was too much. My body shook and convulsed."I ... I ..."

"Am a dirty slut,"hissed the Headmistress."Yes, yes, a lousy slut who brought a dildo to my schooltime and used it on my Virgo. That 's nurse Paige 's exclusive right. You wo n't use it on any more fille'hymens. You will let our school nurse perform her medical exam procedures, and use her dildo on the girls. right ?"

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

She ripped her fingerbreadth out of my puss, leaving me gasping and trembling. I swayed as she stepped back and smiled at her glistening fingers. Pussy juices trickled down my second joint. My teat were so severely. 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 backtalk and licking off my sweet musk."Please give you unloose ?"

"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 clitoris down the dorsum of her dress. The apparel was steady, possessing a built in whalebone girdle, which pulled on the buttons, making it difficult to untie. But I persevered. The dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing her camisole. She wiggled out of her skirt, then I ripped down her half-slip as she pulled off her underbodice. She turned, her bosom large, her nipples fat and surd. A thick, black bush covered her pussy, matted by her excitement. She wore only heel bang that when up to her knees and stockings held up by garters cinched nasty about her upper berth 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 large, phallic-shaped target made out of polished 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 pussy 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 smooth surface so there was no possibility of sliver. I knelt before the headmistress. The strong perfume of her fancy woman snatch filled my olfactory organ. I leaned in, licking hungrily at her pussy, her curly pubic haircloth tickling my face as my lingua slid through her folds. She groaned, leaning back, shuddering as I caressed her clitoris.

She moaned, humping against my font, her hands squeezing her tits as my spit danced around her clitoris. I brought the dildo to the folds of her twat, pressing against them. Her pussy sass were thick, protruding from her vulva. She was n't plastered like Tabitha and me. I moved down, nuzzling and sucking on her pussy lips as I forced the dildo into her.

"Yes,"the Headmistress moaned, her stage vibration as I worked the dildo deep into her cunny."Oh, you sweet dear, yes. Fuck my snatch. stretch along it out. Yes, yes yes, then I 'm going to fuck you. Oh, yes, what a sweet dear."

My tongue licked and sucked at her labia and clitoris 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 pitch black shaft of light. It was chummy, bigger than one of my tentacles, and it was so exciting to do work it in and out of her cunt. 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 thigh. I concentrated on licking her pussy, not thinking about my own pleasure as the Headmistress pinched her huge, fat nipples.

"Yes, yes, yes, you petty slut. Oh, you are so eager. 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 keep the traditions of the schooltime alive. To pass youthful adult female like you into the pleasance society denies us. Oh, yes. Keep tonguing me as you fuck that vast dildo into me. Oh, you 're going to love it when I fuck you with it."

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

"give me mine, and then I will ream you to your orgasm, missy Henrietta."

She fell back on her desk, humping against me. Her finger dug deep into her fleshy mounds. Her pinko nipples waved atop her bloom. 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 hard mammilla with my gluey 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 mouth. I sucked so hard.

"You wonderful adulteress,"she moaned, thrashing."Oh, yes. Oh, Lord, that 's upright. Oh, yes, yes, yes !"

She bucked and heaved as she orgasmed. She screamed wordless pleasure, too much transport flowing through her to verbalise. My vision conjured words for her : Oh, yes, what a delightful slut. Oh, Lord, she 's safe. 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 pussy tentacles ached to erupt out. I lifted my mouth from her nipple as she spasmed a final meter. Then she grinned at me, her aspect flushed. She leaned up, seized my hips, and kissed me hard.

My tentacles peeked out of my snatch as I shuddered in her embracing. Her tongue licked at my backtalk, tasting her woman of the street juices staining me. Her breasts brushed my boob, our pap caressing. I groaned, straining to keep my tentacles in line.

She broke the kiss, grinning. She pushed me back and hopped off her desk, tits jiggling."Now it 's fourth dimension for me to know you. twist that jolly ass over my desk so I can sodomize you."

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

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

My cocksucker clenched. I had enjoyed buggering myself with a tentacle lowest night. I leaned over, my thighs tight. My tentacle still peeked out. I groaned, forcing it back inside before she noticed anything. She was too busy attaching a leather harness about her waist 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 material shaft and buggering her students. This should n't be a surprise.

But it was. A rattling 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 physical contact of her fluids.

"Oh, yes, you have such a cute rear. I ca n't hold out. I love sodomizing girls with my big dildo."

She placed the tip at my asshole 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 electrocution pleasure snapshot to my pussy. The intense clash sent waves of heat rippling to my cunny.

And my tentacles.

I lost control.

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

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

She drew back. My bowels clung to her dildo. The friction was acute. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. 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 her.

But I held back.

She slammed back into me. Her thrust tough. Her groin smacked into my butt-cheeks. I gasped, watching her over my shoulder. Her chest jiggled with the encroachment of our human body. Her hands grasped my hip. She moaned, drawing back her hips and then fucking into me again.

Over and over. I grunted each time. The friction ignited bliss with every bump. My bowels clung to her putz as she sodomized me over and over. My fingers gripped the border of the desk as my tentacles rubbed up and down my thigh, shooting ecstasy to my pussy and mixing with the cloud nine 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. pack my dildo. Oh, you fiddling slut. Scream out how often you love it when I sodomize you."

"I love it so a great deal. Harder ! Faster ! I need my loss. Please, please, leave it to me."

The desk rocked. She buggered me so hard. My center rolled back into my mind. The pleasure built in my core. My tit rubbed on the inhuman surface of her desk. My hip undulated as her fortuity grew harder and faster.

The pleasure burst in her mind. I felt it. Her view screamed out how a good deal she loved buggering me. The dildo 's base pressed on her clitoris. I was so caught up in the thrill 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 thinking.

"Yes, yes, yes, you piddling slut,"she hissed in my judgment. So much fun to bugger a pretty, lilliputian matter. Look at those asscheeks writhe. And she 's tight. Oh, the air pressure on my clitoris is acute. I 'm going to cum so hard from sodomizing her.

"Yes, yes, cum, Headmistress,"I begged, my hips bucking up, our flesh slapping hard together. My tentacles clenched about my wooden leg, gripping them, savoring the feel of them. The pleasance rippled up them to my kitty."Cum with me. I ... I ..."

"Cum you filthy whore !"

Her quarrel triggered my convulsion. My tentacles pulsed around my stage as snatch juices squirted out of my spasming cunny. My pussy clenched and relaxed on the tentacles, savoring their girth while my intestine writhed about her thrusting dildo.

The acute pleasure flooded through my body. It crashed through my mind. So much. My eyes rolled back into my capitulum. I groaned and gasped. I shuddered, undulating my hips, drinking in more and more of the bliss. I moaned out with every new wafture of exaltation flooding through me.

Such a good ass to sodomise. Oh, yes, I 'm going to cum so hard. She 's such a slut. Oh, yes. Look at her sphincter taking my dildo. It 's stretched so astray. So obscenely wide.

I felt her orgasm as she slammed into me. I screamed with her as a second burst of delectation snap through me. My tentacles clenched so hard on my legs it hurt. I moaned, fighting the urge to let them go fantastic as the pleasure boiled through me. The Headmistress buried her dildo into my depth, her fingernails biting into my pelvis as her fingerbreadth clenched.

"Oh, you wonderful slut,"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 dickhead gaping open, feeling so empty. Then she froze. I sensed mental rejection from her. She had glimpsed my tentacles retracting into my cunny. She blinked. No, no, I could n't have seen that. Impossible.

I sighed in relief. She dismissed it as a trick of motion.

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

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

And now it is lunch time, Merita said. Time to feel the nub before any humans misstep on it.

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girl Marilynn Gully and Daisy the Maid finished consuming the heart 's case shot, leaving only the flashing light behind. The two rose. It had taken hours to consume it, the nanites patiently dissolving more and more of the metal to provide the resourcefulness so they could join to Thomas More entities and find the computer.

... connect ...

Both adult female, joined by the metal tentacle buried in both their snatch, walked as one, side by English, across the grassy moor. Their cerebration were full of exhilaration. New tentacles grew in both their pussies, eager to connect to other women.

And there were many of them at the school.

... connect ...

"Yes,"Daisy and Marilynn said in unison."So many girls to connect to."

They shuddered, bore for the raptus to come.

To be continued ...