Boarding School Encounter
Chapter Six : Henrietta is Spanked by Her Teacher
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

My bowels had a wonderful ache to them as I stumbled out of the Headmistress 's office, once again dressed. I closed the door behind me. The Headmistress sat at her desk, writing on it calmly like she had n't just sodomized me with a dildo she had strapped to her private parts with a funny, leather harness. She had pounded me with a wonderful fervor, ramming her dildo oceanic abyss into my bowels and giving me such an sparkly convulsion of delight.

I came hard.

Yes, you did, Merita, the lesbian stranger who had possessed my body to lay aside my life, whispered in my psyche. And she did n't find out about your tentacles.

No, I agreed, sucking in late breaths. I still shivered from the orgasms. They were amazing. Powerful. And when we finished, the Headmistress merely dressed, sat down at her desk, and adjusted her bun while I reeled from the culmination. Not a ace one of her pilus had escaped the bun while she pounded me. She again looked prim and proper, not a iniquitous woman who loved buggering her eighteen-year-old student'rectums.

I smoothed my gray chick over my two level of petticoat as I tried to gather myself. Her dildo was larger than the tentacles that now sprouted from the astuteness of my kitty. I bit my lip, shifting, the burning ache persisting in my bowels.

A reminder of the passion.

Why was I reading her thoughts ? I asked Merita as I straightened and glanced down the stone entrance hall of the Kensington Boarding schooltime, a position to educate young adult female. I never expected the Education Department to include sinful, Lesbian lessons.

Or that I would love it.

What 's so foreign about that ? Merita paused. Your race is n't telepathic ?

Is that what you call ... hearing others thoughts ?

I felt Merita nod her thoughts. She was a discorporate voice in my head, her soundbox merged into mine. It was a requirement act to tolerate the nanites—strange, diminutive automatons that were fixing my body after I broke my neck and nearly died—to heal me. My consistency did n't like them, treating them like an illness.

So I have pussy tentacles and can read thoughts ? Will there be former side-effects ?

I really do n't eff, Merita admitted. But you have lunch next. You promised to find the core of my spaceship during your lunch.

Last Night, Merita had crashed her spaceship. I thought she was a shooting champion. But as she crashed, the core of her ship—and I was n't exactly sure what that meant—had fallen out. It was full of more than nanites but disconnected from her figurer which was some kind of thought process machine. I also did n't infer that. How could a political machine think ? But without the computer, the nanites might do bad things, so we had to find them before anyone else did.

Okay, I answered. I think the class period is over. No point in heading to English.

I was right. As I walked down the mansion, door opened and the girls spilled, wearing their grey skirts and white blouse buttoned to the neckline. They all looked so prim and proper, young women of impeccable breeding. And all had succumbed to the sapphic precept of the staff.

I headed for the doorway, not towards the dining hall, moving against the lunar time period of scholar. Heeled shoe echoed. Maids in their black uniforms, white aprons, and low roof perched on their heads scurried in both directions, carrying out their duties.

I turned the corner for the main doors when a voice shouted my name with heavy enthusiasm."Etta !"

Okay, not my wide-cut name, which was Henrietta, or one of the right diminutives for my name—Ettie or Hettie. Tabitha had named me thus yesterday when we first met. We quickly became bosom friends and then so much more last Night when we discovered the beingness of my kitty tentacles.

We made such tremendous passion. My heart fluttered at the sight of her flaming roll bouncing about her shoulder as she dashed down the antechamber, her freckled face shining with a mix of fervour and misgiving. She slid to a stop beside me, her commons eyes staring into my blue, her round breasts rising and falling in her bodice. She was a sonsy little girl than I was. I had a slim form where she was curvier.

Which made her fun to bet with. I loved wrapping my tentacles about her breasts and squeezing.

A hot itch fluttered through my puss as the tentacles squirmed, aegir to come out an play.

Henrietta, the missionary post, whined Merita. No getting distracted.

"You 're in one slice,"Tabitha panted."I was so worried all through English. I could n't pay a single bit of attention on the moral. I was so afraid you were in trouble. Does she know ... about ... ?"

I shook my head."She just wanted to chew up me on the proprieties of the schoolhouse. Apparently, Nurse Satchel Paige deflowers the girls who still possess a maidenhead. It 's a medical procedure."

"Right."Tabitha giggled."The horny nurse just has a letch for pricking maidenheads."

"It is a pleasant-tasting treat,"I blushed. I had pricked two maidenheads, Tabitha 's and another girl 's who lived on our trading floor. Peony was a sugared thing. Both times were exquisite.

I loved it when she pricked my maidenhead, thought Tabitha, her voice shed light on in my thinker. I loved feeling her tentacles pump in and out of me. I 'm sword lily she pricked me and not the nursemaid. Not that Nurse Paige is n't sexy, and her fingers were wonderful this daybreak. Still, Etta 's tentacles are special.

I smiled as Tabitha 's cheeks grew deep red. Then she shook her head."So you were told to stop plucking cherries. What else ?"

"She then stripped me bare, was disappointed to feel I also did n't have a cherry, and I lied and said I brought a dildo. Then she pulled out her own dildo, and I fucked it in and out of her cunny until she came."

"Ooh, what a prankish headmistress. Her hair is pulled into such a stiff bun, I would n't think she could experience fun."

I squirmed."Then she strapped the dildo on with a rummy harness and buggered me. Hard."

Tabitha 's grinned. Ooh, I loved it when Etta buggered me this forenoon. disgrace Genf interrupted us.

"Yes, it was a shame,"I told her. My tentacles squirmed in my kitty-cat 's depths.

I was about to bid to sodomise her right wing now when Merita hissed, This is n't finding the core. Once we have the core, we can enjoy Tabitha 's motherfucker wrapped about your tentacle.

rightfulness, right.

"talking to Merita ?"Tabitha asked.

I nodded my head."Time to notice the core."

Tabitha took my mitt and squeezed it."Let 's go."

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Marilynn Gully and Daisy Brown walked in unison, holding helping hand, as they approached the front threshold of the Kensington Boarding School. Marilynn taught philosophy at the school while Daisy worked there as a maidservant. Both women 's clothing—Daisy wearing the black skirt and white blouse of a maidservant, a white apron tied about her waistline, and Marilynn had on a shadow leafy vegetable, right dress with a bustle accentuating her rear—were wet and covered in fibril of grass. They walked in synchronized steps. Their external respiration matched. Their thoughts connected.

Nanites infected them. Both their bodies had changed. get-go, Marilynn was taken over. She was afflicted with the powerful urge to tie. The nanites, reading her memories, deduced that humans connected via sex. So Marilynn had sex with Daisy. A metallic tentacle sprouted from the teacher 's pussy and fucked into Daisy 's. When the women came, nanites flooded Daisy.

After consuming the alloy case of the core, both women had the imagination to work up more tentacles and more nanites. One new tentacle each squirmed in their twat, cook to tie with More human race. The nanites had to find their computer and reunify with their ship.

Their express processes could suppose of no early way.

... connect ...

Marilynn and Daisy nodded to the mechanical, feminine voice speaking through their idea."Yes, connect,"they both said together, smiles on their lips. Their nipples ached and their twat were wet, clenching about the tentacle that united them."So many girls to connect with here."

In unison, they opened the front doors to the five story, stone manor family converted into the Kensington Boarding schooltime. It perched on a grassy hill in the English countryside, far from the Modern conveniences of London—electricity being the adult. advancement has yet to touch the rural landscape.

"Oh, howdy miss Marilynn,"a platinum-blonde-haired girl said. She was offspring, xx, with a smile on her face.

A round-faced, bushy-haired brunet with a large smile walked with the platinum-blonde. Both girls wore the school uniform, gray doll falling over two level of petticoats to accentuate both young lady rosehip, their Elwyn Brooks White blouses tight, the blonde 's breasts large.

"We were all disappointed you did n't show for form,"the brunette said."We always love welcoming new teachers."

Though Marilynn had never met either girl—it was her first day teaching—she knew their names from her connection with Daisy. The blonde was Genf, Prefect for the fifth floor student residence, and her companions was Emaleine. Both girlfriend were on their 3rd and final year at the school.

And both were beautiful.

"Yes, we were fussy,"Marilynn and Daisy said together.

"I can say,"smirked Geneva."I am sword lily the serving staff are working hard to gourmandize the teaching staff. But the Headmistress can not be pleased with you."

"That does n't matter,"the pair said as they moved forward, hand-in-hand, step-in-step.

Emaleine frowned. In the background, a girl screeched,"Etta."

"Is something incorrect, Miss Marilynn ?"the brunette asked.

"Nothing."

"Why are you two speaking in unison ?"Geneve asked.

Marilynn and Daisy paused before the girls. Then they seized the fille'shoulders and pushed them against the wall. Marilynn had Geneva 's shoulders, Daisy Emaleine 's. The auburn-haired instructor stared into Geneva 's blue eyes.

"We want to connect with you,"Marilynn said, finally acting independently of Daisy. Her hand slid down Geneva 's articulatio humeri to hug the girl 's round breast."testament you connect with us ?"

"Yes, will you ?"Daisy asked, pressing her dead body tight against the brunette. Daisy 's tussle hair was a darker nicety of brown, contrasting with Emaleine as their Robert Curl brushed.

"instructor, every bookman in the school is at your administration,"Holland gin purred."You know that. If you need your hysterics cured, I will be happy to relieve you."

"Yes, cured,"moaned Marilynn.

... connect ...

The new tentacles squirmed inside Marilynn and Daisy 's kitty, stretching them out more. Delicious ripple of pleasance flooded through the teacher and maid 's consistency as they leaned in and captured the pupil'lips. Geneva 's were soft and sweet-smelling while Emaleine kissed with fast-growing hunger. Marilynn felt both, sharing adept with Daisy.

rear them, a duad of girls walked past and headed outside, giggling at their antics."I love this school,"one said."disgrace we ca n't link them, Etta."

"No, no, we 're in a rush,"the 2nd answered."Let 's go, Tabitha or—"

The windfall of the end front door cut off her words.

Marilynn squeezed Geneva 's bosom, loving how the mound through blouse and camisole. The teacher 's clitoris throbbed and her tit ached. Her lingua jabbing into Geneva 's lip, swirling, tasting, as the excitement built in her pussy. Juices trickled down her thigh, exciting her, building her Passion of Christ. Daisy squirmed and squealed as bold Emaleine 's handwriting shot out and slid into Daisy 's still unbuttoned bodice, cupping a circle breast.

Emmeline tweaked Daisy 's tit and Marilynn felt it. Her slit clenched as her mammilla ached in sympathy. The tremendous pleasure rippled through both women 's bodies. They moaned into their students'rim, kissing harder.

Marilynn 's finger worked at the push button of Geneva 's blouse, popping them through they eyelets. The blouse opened, and the teacher 's work force barb in, squeezing those lush mounds through the thin camisole. Holland gin 's pap were fat and hard, poking at the material.

"Oh, Miss Marilynn,"the blonde moaned after breaking the kiss."Oh, yes, you 're stirring such waver through me. I need my hysterics cured badly."

"Me, too,"Emaleine moaned as the maid nibbled on her neck opening. Both of the scholar 's work force were down Daisy 's bodice now, pinching and rolling her nipples.

Miss Marilynn 's twat clenched and shuddered. The second metallic tentacle slithered out in unison to the one in Daisy 's cunt. It brushed the teacher 's inner second joint, smearing pussy juices against her flesh.

"It 's time to link,"moaned Marilynn.

"Yes, yes, yes,"Daisy panted.

Both women were eager for the rush of pleasure produced by connecting. Marilynn 's hands squeezed her student 's breasts, digit digging into her lenient mound separated only by thin linen. The tentacle slithered out from beneath her skirt and underneath Geneva's.

Then it went up.

Marilynn kissed Hollands again, inflammation brewing inside the teacher and housemaid. Both their tentacles worked up between the students'thighs, drawing closer and closer. Waves of pleasance washed through their unite dead body, their excitement mounting.

Emaleine pinched hard at Daisy 's nipple and gasped,"What is that ? There 's something moving beneath my skirt."

"Relax,"Daisy purred and kissed Emaleine as her tentacle reached the shorter missy 's pussy first, stroking hot, excited flesh. Marilynn felt the wonderful, wet feel of Emaleine 's slit as Daisy 's tentacle caressed the girl.

And then the instructor 's tentacle reached Hollands 's cunny lips.

The blonde gasped, breaking the buss as the metallic tentacle rubbed against her wet nethers. Her eyes were wide, staring at the teacher."Miss Marilynn ... What is that ?"

"My connector,"the teacher purred, savoring the duel sensory faculty of both tentacles rubbing against the scholarly person'cunnies. Each felt slightly different, Geneva 's cunt lips thicker, Emaleine 's button larger. Both were wet and hot, their silky pubic hair matted by excitement."I want to colligate with you."

"Let us connect with you,"moaned Daisy.

"You 'll cum so hard."

"... so hard,"echoed the maid.

"But, but,"Emaleine moaned, her articulatio coxae shifting."What is it ?"

"Pleasure,"both the maid and teacher moaned together.

... connect ...

... must connect ...

... need more processing power ...

... connect ...

moving ridge of delight shot out of both the maid 's and teacher 's cunts, sparked by electricity. The bookman shuddered as the electrical pleasure reached the end of the tentacles rubbing a their cunnies. They both gasped, eyes widening.

"I ... I ..."Holland gin groaned, shifting her hips. Marilynn rubbed the girlfriend 's mammilla through her camisole."It feels nice."

"So nice,"trembled Emaleine, her finger twisting Daisy 's nubs.

"Connect with us,"moaned instructor and maid in unison."You will experience such pleasure."

"Yes,"both students squealed.

In unison, the tentacle 's thrust into the female child'wet cunnies. Daisy and Marilynn both groaned as they savored duel sensations of their tentacles sinking into hot, tight, silky pussies. Ecstasy shot down the metallic tentacles and raced through their bodies.

"Yes, yes, yes, link up,"they moaned together.

"Oh, my God Almighty,"gasped Geneva."It 's so pliant. Oh, yes, slide it in abstruse. What sort of alloy dildo is this ? How are you ... ? Yes, fuck me. Oh, yes. This is what I need after three long object lesson. Oh, yes."

Emaleine shuddered, her twat clenching down on Daisy 's thrusting tentacle, increasing the sublime friction. Marilynn pressed her mouth into Geneva 's neck, nibbling and suck, squeezing the blonde 's vauntingly breast through the undergarment 's thin cloth. The tentacles pumped faster and faster.

... connect ...

"Yes, yes, we 're connecting,"moaned Marilynn, joy flooding through her body.

Emaleine drew out the maid 's breast, a firmly mammilla begging to be sucked. The girl leaned down and absorb the nipple, sucking severely. Marilynn 's pussy clenched as she felt the sucking delight. She squeezed Genf 's breasts harder and massaged her nipple, the teacher 's pelvis undulating. Juices dribbled out of her twat, running down her tentacles.

The pleasure swelled in her core. Sparks of electricity shot through her physical structure. She spasmed and moaned. Both tentacles thrust at the Lapplander focal ratio, driving rich into the girls'cunnies. Their voices sang through the hall, four women gasping and moaning, building towards their shared orgasm.

... connecting ...

"Oh, yes, Miss Marilynn,"shuddered Hollands."Oh, I 'm going to have my release. I 'm going to cum. Yes, yes, cure my hysterics. Oh, this is stupendous."

Her drear eye fluttered. Her face clenched. And then her climax fit inside of her. Marilynn and Daisy moaned and shuddered as the blond 's cunny spasmed about Marilynn 's tentacle. The soft anatomy massaged the severely, thrusting appendage. Electric tingles shot down the tentacle right wing to Marilynn 's core.

The climax form interior of her. The teacher pinched her student 's mammilla hard through the camisole. She moaned into Geneva 's throat, sucking, marking the girl as the inflammation built and built in her depths.

Emaleine moaned about Daisy 's nipple. The girl 's cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. Her finger dug into the soft bod. Her pussy tightened on Daisy 's tentacle, the pleasure swelling in both maiden and teacher 's body.

"Yes, yes, cum on my connector,"gasped Daisy."Let me feel your hot cunny spasm. Just like Geneva 's did on Miss Marilynn 's connector."

"Yes, yes, savor your release,"gasped the trembling Genf, her vocalization strained with pleasure.
Emaleine 's teeth nipped Daisy 's nipple as the student came. Her pussy convulsed wildly about Daisy 's tentacle. The thrusting appendages plowed deeper into both girls'spasming cunnies. The maid and teacher trembled.

"So good,"moaned Miss Marilynn, digit twisting Geneve 's nipples."Yes, yes, yes. clip to connect."

"Time,"agreed Daisy. The maid threw her head back, her fingers cradling Emaleine 's face as the girl sucked on the maid 's strong nipple.

Both charwoman, united by the nanites, came together. Their puss spasmed about their twin tentacles. joy surged down the appendage as ripples of bliss bathed their minds. Marilynn gasped and moaned in unison with Daisy as the nanites erupted from the tentacle 's end.

Pulse after heart rate of nanites flooded the scholarly person'young cunnies. Both little girl gasped, orgasmic joy slamming into their minds as they connected to fille Marilynn and Daisy. Their rapture surging between the four. Gasping, moaning, spasming. XTC roared between them, sharing their pleasure. They felt every pussy 's spasm, every lip 's kiss, every finger 's caress, every backtalk 's suckle.

Two became four. joining achieved.

"Oh, yes,"the four women moaned in unison. And then two pupil shuddered, overwhelmed by the nanites changing their bodies, and passed out.

Marilynn and Daisy, smiling in satiate delight, their consistence buzzing from vivid delight, carried the unconscious mind students into a face way. They draped the girls on the level and waited for them to recover.

Marilynn bent down and sucked on Daisy 's still exposed nipple. The maid groaned, feeling the pleasure of her nipple suck while experience Marilynn 's joy at sucking on it. Duel delectation flooded both of them while the nanites prepared new tentacles inside all four char 's organic structure.

... more connections ...

... required ...

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This is not serious, Merita told her host as she stared through Henrietta 's eyes at the remains of the core. All that was left was the dart beacon and the control circuitry. It was the size of Henrietta 's hand. The nanites were all gone, loose without any counsel. They had broken down the core for materials.

"Is this bad ?"Tabitha asked, the redhead peering down.

"Yes. Merita is n't happy,"Henrietta answered.

This is a tragedy. It 's destroyed. Where did they go ? I do n't see any sign of them. None of the pasture looks changed. They made contact with something alive.

What do we do ? Henrietta asked as Tabitha said,"We have to get back to the school. We 'll be late for our next class. It took forever to hike out here."

I do n't know, Merita sighed, desperation crashing on her. I 'm stupefy here. And who knows what the nanites did to whoever found them.

Do we keep looking ?

Merita did n't answer.

"Etta, we have to get back,"Tabitha said."If we 're late, we 'll get a demerit."

Merita, talk to me. Please, Merita. Do n't be dumb. What do we do ? Is the somebody in trouble ?

I do n't know. The extraterrestrial 's thoughts squirmed in her host. I do n't know how to find them. They could be anywhere. I 'm never getting back home. It 's destroyed.

I 'm so deplorable. Henrietta squirmed. I am. But ... if there is nothing to do ...

Yes, yes, you have to get back to form. Merita sighed. Stuck on a primitive satellite ...

I 'm pitiful we 're primitive.

The pain in Henrietta 's thought process hit Merita. I did n't mean to insult you. I am glad we met. This is n't your shift. Do n't finger bad, sanction ? Grab the circuitry table. Maybe if we find the nanites they can rebuild the substance. Merita had minor hope of that, but she did n't want to burden Henrietta with guilt feelings. That 's what they 're respectable at. Then, maybe, they can fix my ship if I can happen the right material on your humankind. But in the meantime, get back to class. No gunpoint in you getting in trouble.

I 'm still dismal. But I am gladiolus we met. I love you, Merita.

Merita sighed and retreated back from her horde 's persuasion to hatch on her problem.

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I ran through the mansion of the schooling beside Tabitha. The core fell so far from the schoolhouse it took half our luncheon hour just to take the air out there. Our heeled shoes slapped on the roofing tile, mine still wet from traipsing through damp grass. Merita had been mum the entire walk back. I could find her sadness.

I wanted to do something for her, but I did n't know what.

"I think it 's this way,"Tabitha said, her red curls flying behind her as she darted down a hallway.

Our following class was Latin taught by Miss Erma Northrop. I had heard she had a lech for spanking girl 's bottoms and then soothing them afterward with her diffuse caresses. I did n't want to be spanked. And if she did comfort me, I might drop off control my tentacles and expose myself as a freak.

I was lucky Peony did n't separate anyone about what we did in the bath this morning.

Tabitha sighed in relief, slowing to a walkway before a door."Here it is."She took a mystifying breath, glancing at me."Oh, one of your pigtails is coming loose."

I gasped and retied the typewriter ribbon while gaining my breath. Our faces were both flushed from our run, though it looked like we had sex instead. Given this schooling, I was sure that was what people would think.

Ready, I opened the door and stepped in, hoping it was n't past the hour and we were n't tardy. Miss Erma stood at the front end of the class, a chalkboard covered in Latin words rested behind her. She was a marvelous woman, her brown hair piled into a serious bun, her curvy body covered by a dark-gray dress. Her eyes flashed upon us.

"Two minutes late, girls."

"Sorry, Miss Erma,"we both said in unison.

"We were lost,"Tabitha added."We are still learning the schooltime 's layout."

"There are no excuse for tardiness. You both arrived to the school before today, giving you sizeable opportunity to learn where my classroom was situated."

I swallowed."You are make up, Miss Erma. Our apologies."

"Apologies are all well and good, but you have broken a rule and that requires discipline to straighten out."

"Discipline ?"I winced.

"Yes, strip naked the both of you and bend over my desk. You will each be spanked before the class."

The other miss, all eighteen-year-olds like us, glanced at us, a mix of enviousness and, to my surprisal, inflammation in their oculus. One of the young lady with an aegir countenance was shy Peony sitting in the back, her hands buckle beneath her desk over her chick. She squirmed.

She had a hot cunny and was in majuscule need of her hysterics being cured.

Tabitha and I moved up to the front man of the class. A tickle of agitation caressed my pussy. My teat hardened. All those middle watching us ... XX missy ... My fingers worked at the buttons of my blouse as I stood before the class, my cunny growing wetter and wetter.

My tentacles squirming more and more.

"bread and butter calm air,"Tabitha whispered as I slid off my blouse. Her eyes flicked to my pap, both unvoiced and prominent against my camisole.

I nodded my head, swallowing. I had, mostly, kept myself under control while in the Headmistress 's office. It was only when she buggered me with her dildo that my tentacles came out. And I doubted misfire Erma planned on sodomizing me hard and fast.

Tabitha and I quickly stripped. I noticed the bedewed excitement glistening on my fan 's thigh before she bent over the desk, her round, freckled pap pillowing on the desk. My lowly hammock jiggled as I bent over, but they did n't rest against the desk. I wiggled my pelvic arch, my blonde pigtails spreading across the tabular array. I rested my impudence on the chill surface, staring at my lover.

She gave me a comforting smile and took my hand.

"well, well, well,"purred Miss Erma,"what a fresh duad of turn, immature derriere. So pert."She squeezed us both, making us gasp. Her fingers dug into my build, reminding my sphincter that it had been plowed vigorously earlier.

The excitement swelled in my snatch and the tentacles squirmed more.

"Their sexes are wet and flushed, afflicted with that horrible disease. female hysteric most be combated at all times. Loretta Young women are especially prostrate to it. If any of you feel any flapping between your thigh, feel free to excuse yourself manually. clitoric stimulation, either through your annulus or with engineer liaison of your finger's breadth is permitted."

"Yes, young lady Erma,"the other scholarly person said.

I glanced at them, the girls squirming, hands disappearing beneath their desks. I groaned as their cheeks grew rosy. Their thighs parted. Skirts and underskirt rustled as Miss Erma kept kneading my ass instead of spanking us.

20 missy abusing their cunnies while I was spanked ... How was I keeping myself under control ?

If I never fell, you would n't be afflicted with this problem, sighed Merita in my mind.

Do n't say that. I am not—

Crack ! wisecrack !

The first spanking landed. I gasped and shuddered, pain shooting through my ass and wiping away all thinking. Tabitha spasmed beside me. Miss Erma had spanked both our fundament simultaneously. Or near enough. The heating system of her hand 's declension burned through my ass.

It was so unlike than when my father had spanked me as a kid. This was bare skin. The feminine sighs of my classmates filled the air. young woman Erma 's hired man rested on my stern, stroking my flesh as she let the pain sensation linger instead of continuously applying our discipline.

Crack ! sally !

Tabitha and I bucked together. I moaned, my nipples rubbing on the desk. I squirmed at the hot botheration prickling through my asscheeks to my cunny. My tentacles writhed in my depths as the pain in the ass became excitement.

Pleasure.

Crack ! Crack !

I gasped, my hips undulating, my clitoris grinding into the edge of the desk. It was like my soundbox was built to experience this delectation. I ground my nub against it as the teacher 's helping hand fell again and again, warming my ass, stimulating my pussy, and driving my clit against the hard Mrs. Henry Wood. Pleasure fluttered through me.

I grit my dentition and fought against my tentacles.

"Oh, young woman Erma,"gasped Tabitha as the double snap fell.

"Their hysterics grow,"girl Erma said."As the nuisance step-up, their cunnies become surface-active agent. The fluttering build. attend at how they undulated. They are grinding their over-stimulated clitorides into the desk."

"I see that, girl Erma,"a girl gasped with breathy excitement.

I could hear the wet rub of finger's breadth on cunny. Some plunged digits into their frame. chairperson squeaked and their moans grew. I bit my lip, fighting against my tentacles. They wanted to make out out and wager as the teacher 's paw fell on my ass again.

Crack ! wisecrack !

"Oh, noble,"I groaned, my clitoris rubbing hard against the edge. elbow grease beaded my frontal bone as I fought the swelling pleasure. Sensations rippled through my body. The excitation built. My tentacles pushed towards the entryway of my cunny, stretching my paries. The sweet friction sent a shudder through me."Please, please, no."

"Do n't push your excitement, girls,"moaned the teacher, her voice breathy, good of her own rage."A acquittance while being punished is a wonderful experience. The paroxysms are intense."

Tabitha clenched my helping hand hard as the side by side spankings landed. Her hips moved. I stared at her jiggling, burning-red ass. She ground her clitoris into the desk, not fighting her passions like I was. Her green centre fluttered.

fling ! Crack !

"Yes, yes, yes,"screamed Tabitha."Oh, yes. young woman Erma ... I was so bad ! Oh, Lord, I was !"

Her orgasm contorted her side. Her lips formed a double-dyed O as she screamed out her blissfulness. She thrashed on the tabular array, her hand gripping mine so hard. I shuddered, ineffective to resist grinding my clitoris on the desk, building my own climax as the tentacles ached to explode out of me.

So salutary. Oh, yes. This is the best. The nuisance ... The pleasure ...

Tabitha 's thought process invaded my mind. I gasped, wanting that same luscious joy. To feel my pussy exploded with the pleasure of pain. I groaned, squirming. Behind me, several fille gasped in feminine delight, achieving their masturbatory release.

"And now it 's your turn, little loose woman,"misfire Erma moaned."Let me get word you squeal."

Crack ! Crack !

Both the instructor 's hands fell on my ass. She slapped both my butt-cheeks together. I groaned, straining against my tentacles writhing pauperization as the bother flared and my clitoris earth into the desk 's boundary. It was so sharp, hurting my clitoris, which made the transport exquisite.

"Let me hear you scream, naughty girl !"

Crack ! Crack !

"No,"I moaned, squirming, so finish to cumming, to letting my tentacles burst out of my cunny. Merita, help me.

I ca n't do anything, she sulked.

"You will cum if I have to larrup your ass until it is fateful and blue."missy Erma squeezed my electrocution ass. She pressed the nominal head of her dress against me, humping against me, the fabric assuredness on the backbone of my thighs and brushing the lips of my pussy. The tentacles were at the possibility of my cunny, just peeking out.

They felt the cloth of her skirt.

I lost control condition of them.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I screamed as I came.

My kitty-cat rippled about my tentacles as they shot out of my puss and against Miss Erma. The appendages burned to feel her flesh. They slammed into her crotch, driving her rachis a step before they gripped the textile of her doll, pulling at it. I shuddered, bliss rippling down the sensitive tentacles as they ripped at the cloth.

My tentacles were strong.

The cloth tore.

"What is going on ?"gasped fille Erma."What are those coming out of your ... ?"

Her Christian Bible trailed off as my tentacles wrapped about her naked thighs. Two of them rubbed at her pussy, one nuzzling at her clitoris, the other stroking her pussy sassing. She felt so hot and wet against my process. I moaned, my orgasm intensifying as I stroked her, drinking in the sensations.

"They 're my tentacles,"I moaned, out of dominance. I had to fuck her. I had to finger what it was like in my instructor 's holes.

A third gear tentacle slithered between the cheeks of her keister, lubed by my dripping cunt juices. I rammed a tentacle into her ass and pussy. She gasped, shuddering as both her cakehole were filled by my wriggling appendages.

She felt wonderful. Hot and wet and silky and tight and velvety and amazing. Both her golf hole gripped my plunging tentacles. I squirmed on the desk, squeezing Tabitha 's hand as I fucked my tentacles in and out of her cunny and bowels.

I fucked and buggered her hard.

"Yes, yes, yes,"I moaned."Oh, you are so delicious."

More cloth tore. My two other tentacles ripped her naked, stripping her before the class. The girls gasped in amazement. I looked at them, some frozen, others masturbating even harder, plunging their fingers into their cunnies, lust burning in their eyes.

"Oh, my overlord,"gasped young woman Erma."Oh, yes. Oh, wow. That 's ... yes, yes, yes."

My two tentacles wrapped about her large breast. I watched her over my berm, grinding my button into the sharpness of the desk. Her two tits bulged as my tentacles squeezed them. They turned red. Her mamilla were so hard. I groaned, fucking and sodomizing her hard, loving the duel maven rushing down my tentacles.

"Oh, yes, fuck her,"moaned Tabitha as she writhed beside me."Oh, yes, this is so hot. Oh, wow, ram those tentacles into her."

"I am,"I moaned.

Tabitha sat up. She moved behind me, stroking my tentacles where they emerged from my pussy then tickling my cunny sassing. I gasped, my tentacles tightening about miss Erma 's mamilla. Then Tabitha leaned over and licked between my butt-cheeks until she found my sore rectum.

Mmm, she tastes delicious, cerebrate Tabitha. Sour and dirty. I love it. No curiosity Holland gin licked my rectum during the bath. Oh, yes, this is amazing.

"So amazing, Tabitha. Rim me while I fuck our teacher."

Another orgasm built in my depths as I worked my four tentacles. The ends of the pair wrapped about her titmouse played with her mammilla. The early two worked over and over into her holes, fucking her, making her spasm and gasp. Her bowels and pussy clenched on them as she shuddered, twitching, her manpower sliding up and down her sides.

"Oh, yes, this is amazing, Henrietta,"gasped girl Erma.

"Yes, yes, yes,"Peony moaned from the spinal column of the year. The black-haired girl 's face screwed up. She gasped and shuddered, cumming hard."I love those tentacles. She took my maidenhead in the bath with them."

"This is so unbalanced,"another young lady said, her brassy-brown tomentum shaking about her shoulders.

"But hot. Oh, yes. My clitoris is aching. I 'm going to have such a release."

"Yes, yes, frig your cunnies and rub your clitorides,"I moaned, squirming, grinding my clit on the desk."Do it. Let 's all keep cumming and cumming."

"It 's the scoop,"Tabitha moaned before she pressed her knife into my asshole.

I gasped. It was so wicked. So many sentiency crashed through my dead body. I trembled and groaned, clenching my burning butt-cheeks. Her red hair caressed my well-spanked ass, reminding me of the painful sensation while her knife swirled through my intestine. My tentacles all savored the feel of Miss Erma 's body, shooting delight to my pussy while my clitoris ached against the desk and my pap rubbed on its suave surface.

I fucked my tentacles faster and faster. Miss Erma moaned louder. Her body spasmed. Her holes convulsed about my tentacles. Friction 's joy raced down my tentacles. I gasped, my eyes widening at the sweet delight of feeling her orgasm burst in her depths.

"Yes, yes, yes,"Miss Erma gasped."Oh, girls, this is stupefy. I do n't translate, but ... but ... Yes !"

Miss Erma 's voice echoed through the classroom. Her puss and asshole clenched so hard on my putz. I groaned, squeezing my eye shut. The delight swelled through me. Such sweet-scented delight edifice in my core.

"This is godforsaken,"gasped another girl.

"I 'm cumming ! Yes, yes ! So hot !"

"Wild !"

The air filled with the sent of hot cunny. The heady scent made my school principal swim. My pleasure built. Tabitha stroked my tentacles and pussy backtalk. She worked her tongue trench into my SOB, fucking in and out as I tensed.

And came.

"Oh, Lord, yes,"I moaned."Merita, Merita, is n't this wonderful ?"

My tentacles pulsed with pleasure. Miss Erma gasped as her pussy and asshole stretched about the expanding and contracting tentacles. I groaned, my cunny spasming about my tentacles while I bucked and thrashed on the desk.

pleasure boiled through my body.

It reached my mind and cooked it.

I gasped and moaned my pleasure. Other miss joined me. Tabitha sucked on my prick, adding more joy. My headland tossed back, pigtails flying as my tentacles fucked their last time into Miss Erma 's body.

And then I collapsed on the desk, my tentacles withdrawing. I heard miss Erma stagger back. She bumped into a desk. Girls gasped and moaned, achieving their handout all across the classroom. I looked at them, their eyes fixed on my cunny stretched broad open about my four writhing tentacles.

They all know my secret.

Everyone will know my secret.

"W-what are you, misfire Henrietta ?"asked the panting Miss Erma, her eyes narrowing now that her lustfulness were satiated."How do you ... have those ... things ?"

reverence constricted my stomach.

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... connect ...

Geneva and Emaleine awoke at the Lapp import. Their eyes snapped open and they arose, their pussies stuffed with Daisy 's and Marilynn 's irregular tentacles. The two fille smiled, taking hands and staring at their early halves.

"We need to connect to more than miss,"the four said in unison, their trunk tingling with intimate excitement, new tentacles set to make new link.

And there was a school of girls and women awaiting them.

To be continued ...