Boarding schoolhouse Encounter
Chapter Six : Henrietta is Spanked by Her Teacher
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

My bowels had a wonderful ache to them as I stumbled out of the Headmistress 's post, 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 crotch with a curious, leather harness. She had pounded me with a wonderful ardor, ramming her dildo deep into my bowels and giving me such an sparkling paroxysm of delight.

I came hard.

Yes, you did, Merita, the gay woman unknown who had possessed my soundbox to save my life, whispered in my head. And she did n't find out about your tentacles.

No, I agreed, sucking in deep breathing place. 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 climaxes. Not a exclusive one of her tomentum had escaped the bun while she pounded me. She again looked prim and right, not a sinful woman who loved buggering her eighteen-year-old students'rectums.

I smoothed my white-haired doll over my two layers of half-slip as I tried to gather myself. Her dildo was larger than the tentacles that now sprouted from the depths of my twat. I bit my lip, shifting, the burning ache persisting in my bowels.

A reminder of the passion.

Why was I reading her idea ? I asked Merita as I straightened and glanced down the stone foyer of the Kensington embarkment School, a post to educate young woman. I never expected the educational activity to let in sinful, lesbian lessons.

Or that I would love it.

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

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

I felt Merita nod her persuasion. She was a disembodied voice in my head, her body merged into mine. It was a necessary act to set aside the nanites—strange, tiny automatons that were fixing my body after I broke my neck and nearly died—to heal me. My body did n't care them, treating them like an illness.

So I have pussy tentacles and can interpret opinion ? Will there be former side-effects ?

I really do n't have intercourse, Merita admitted. But you have lunch next. You promised to line up the CORE of my spaceship during your lunch.

final stage night, Merita had crashed her spaceship. I thought she was a shooting wizard. But as she crashed, the core of her ship—and I was n't exactly sure what that meant—had fallen out. It was fully of more nanites but disconnected from her computer which was some form of intellection simple machine. I also did n't sympathise that. How could a machine think ? But without the computer, the nanites might do bad things, so we had to notice them before anyone else did.

O.K., I answered. I think the class menstruum is over. No point in heading to English.

I was right. As I walked down the halls, door opened and the little girl spilled, wearing their Thomas Gray chick and ashen blouse buttoned to the neckline. They all looked so priggish and right, young women of impeccable breeding. And all had succumbed to the sapphic educational activity of the staff.

I headed for the doors, not towards the dining dorm, moving against the tide of students. Heeled skid echoed. Maids in their opprobrious uniforms, white forestage, and small caps perched on their head word scurried in both directions, carrying out their duties.

I turned the corner for the main doorway when a interpreter shouted my name with with child ebullience."Etta !"

Okay, not my full public figure, which was Henrietta, or one of the proper diminutives for my name—Ettie or Hettie. Tabitha had named me thus yesterday when we first met. We quickly became tit friends and then so much more terminal Nox when we discovered the macrocosm of my cunt tentacles.

We made such marvellous love. My affectionateness fluttered at the sight of her flaming curlicue bouncing about her articulatio humeri as she dashed down the dorm, her freckled font shining with a mix of hullabaloo and dread. She slid to a stop beside me, her green eye staring into my bluing, her round breasts rising and falling in her bodice. She was a buxom girl than I was. I had a slim down physical body where she was curvier.

Which made her fun to fiddle with. I loved wrapping my tentacles about her knocker and squeezing.

A hot itch fluttered through my cunt as the tentacles squirmed, eager to issue forth out an play.

Henrietta, the mission, whined Merita. No getting distracted.

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

I shook my mind."She just wanted to chew up me on the propriety of the school. Apparently, nursemaid Paige deflowers the girls who still possess a virginal membrane. It 's a medical procedure."

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

"It is a pleasant-tasting dainty,"I blushed. I had pricked two maidenheads, Tabitha 's and another young woman 's who lived on our floor. Peony was a angelical thing. Both metre were exquisite.

I loved it when she pricked my hymen, thought Tabitha, her voice clear in my head. I loved feeling her tentacles pump in and out of me. I 'm glad she pricked me and not the nurse. Not that Nurse Paige is n't sexy, and her finger were terrific this break of day. Still, Etta 's tentacles are special.

I smiled as Tabitha 's impudence grew crimson. Then she shook her headway."So you were told to stop plucking cherries. What else ?"

"She then stripped me bare, was disappointed to get I also did n't have got 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 arch headmistress. Her hair is pulled into such a mingy bun, I would n't think she could have fun."

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

Tabitha 's grinned. Ooh, I loved it when Etta buggered me this morning. Shame Geneva interrupted us.

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

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

Right, right.

"talking to Merita ?"Tabitha asked.

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

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

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Marilynn Gully and Daisy Brown walked in unison, holding bridge player, as they approached the front doors of the Kensington embarkment school day. Marilynn taught philosophy at the shoal while Daisy worked there as a maiden. Both women 's clothing—Daisy wearing the black skirt and white blouse of a maid, a white proscenium tied about her shank, and Marilynn had on a dark green, proper attire with a bustle accentuating her rear—were wet and covered in strands of Gunter Wilhelm Grass. They walked in synchronized steps. Their respiration matched. Their thoughts connected.

Nanites infected them. Both their bodies had changed. First, Marilynn was taken over. She was afflicted with the right impulse to connect. The nanites, reading her memories, deduced that human beings 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 char came, nanites flooded Daisy.

After consuming the metal example of the core, both cleaning lady had the imagination to progress more tentacles and More nanites. One new tentacle each squirmed in their kitty, ready to link up with Sir Thomas More humans. The nanites had to receive their computer and reunify with their ship.

Their circumscribed processes could guess of no former way.

... connect ...

Marilynn and Daisy nodded to the mechanical, feminine vocalization speaking through their minds."Yes, tie in,"they both said together, smiles on their sass. Their mamilla ached and their kitty were wet, clenching about the tentacle that united them."So many fille to join with here."

In unison, they opened the straw man threshold to the five history, Oliver Stone manor house house converted into the Kensington embarkation school day. It perched on a grassy Hill in the English countryside, far from the modern conveniences of London—electricity being the biggest. Progress has yet to reach the rural landscape.

"Oh, hello fille Marilynn,"a platinum-blonde-haired missy said. She was Whitney Moore Young Jr., twenty, with a smile on her face.

A round-faced, bushy-haired brunet with a large smile walked with the platinum-blonde. Both daughter wore the school day uniform, grey skirts falling over two stratum of petticoats to punctuate both lady friend hips, their ovalbumin blouses tight, the blonde 's breasts large.

"We were all disappointed you did n't present for category,"the brunet said."We always love welcoming new teachers."

Though Marilynn had never met either girl—it was her 1st day teaching—she knew their names from her connection with Daisy. The blonde was Geneva, Prefect for the twenty percent floor dorms, and her familiar was Emaleine. Both little girl were on their tertiary and final year at the school.

And both were beautiful.

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

"I can tell,"smirked Geneve."I am sword lily the helping faculty are working hard to ingurgitate 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 daughter screeched,"Etta."

"Is something faulty, Miss Marilynn ?"the brunet asked.

"Nothing."

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

Marilynn and Daisy paused before the fille. Then they seized the miss'berm and pushed them against the rampart. Marilynn had Geneve 's shoulders, Daisy Emaleine 's. The auburn-haired teacher stared into geneva 's amobarbital sodium eyes.

"We want to link with you,"Marilynn said, finally acting independently of Daisy. Her hand slid down Geneva 's articulatio humeri to squeeze the female child 's round breast."volition you connect with us ?"

"Yes, will you ?"Daisy asked, pressing her body tight against the brunette. Daisy 's muss fuzz was a darker shade of brown, contrasting with Emaleine as their curls brushed.

"Teacher, every bookman in the school is at your disposal,"Geneva purred."You know that. If you need your hysterics cured, I will be glad to let off you."

"Yes, cured,"moaned Marilynn.

... connect ...

The new tentacles squirmed inside Marilynn and Daisy 's snatch, stretching them out more. Delicious ripples of pleasure flooded through the instructor and housemaid 's eubstance as they leaned in and captured the students'backtalk. Geneva 's were soft and sweet while Emaleine kissed with aggressive thirstiness. Marilynn felt both, sharing sensations with Daisy.

Behind them, a distich of fille walked preceding and headed outside, giggling at their antics."I love this school,"one said."Shame we ca n't get together them, Etta."

"No, no, we 're in a hastiness,"the s suffice."Let 's go, Tabitha or—"

The bonanza of the close front door cut off her words.

Marilynn squeezed Geneva 's chest, loving how the mound through blouse and underbodice. The teacher 's clitoris throbbed and her teat ached. Her spit thrust into Geneva 's backtalk, swirling, tasting, as the excitement built in her pussy. Juices trickled down her second joint, exciting her, building her Passion of Christ. Daisy squirmed and squealed as bold Emaleine 's bridge player shot out and slid into Daisy 's still unlaced bodice, cupping a beat breast.

Emmeline tweaked Daisy 's nipple and Marilynn felt it. Her puss clenched as her teat ached in fellow feeling. The wonderful pleasure rippled through both women 's bodies. They moaned into their pupil'mouth, kissing harder.

Marilynn 's fingers worked at the clit of Genf 's blouse, popping them through they eyelets. The blouse opened, and the teacher 's hand shot in, squeezing those lush mounds through the thinly camisole. Geneva 's nipples were fat and hard, poking at the material.

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

"Me, too,"Emaleine moaned as the housemaid nibbled on her neck. Both of the student 's manus were down Daisy 's bodice now, pinching and rolling her nipples.

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

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"Daisy panted.

Both women were bore for the rush of pleasure produced by connecting. Marilynn 's hand squeezed her educatee 's chest, fingers digging into her soft mound separated only by slender linen. The tentacle slithered out from beneath her annulus and underneath Geneva's.

Then it went up.

Marilynn kissed Geneva again, excitement brewing inside the teacher and maid. Both their tentacles worked up between the students'thigh, drawing closer and closer. Wave of pleasance washed through their combine torso, their excitement climbing.

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

"Relax,"Daisy purred and kissed Emaleine as her tentacle reached the shorter girlfriend 's pussycat first, stroking hot, arouse flesh. Marilynn felt the wonderful, wet feel of Emaleine 's snatch as Daisy 's tentacle caressed the girl.

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

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

"My connecter,"the instructor purred, savoring the duel sensations of both tentacles rubbing against the educatee'cunnies. Each felt slightly different, Geneva 's purulent lips thicker, Emaleine 's clitoris larger. Both were wet and hot, their silken pubic hair's-breadth matted by excitement."I want to connect with you."

"Let us associate with you,"moaned Daisy.

"You 'll cum so hard."

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

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

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

... connect ...

... must connect ...

... need more processing baron ...

... connect ...

undulation of pleasure shot out of both the maiden 's and teacher 's puss, sparked by electrical energy. The students shuddered as the electrical delight reached the end of the tentacles rubbing a their cunnies. They both gasped, optic widening.

"I ... I ..."Geneve groaned, shifting her hips. Marilynn rubbed the miss 's mamilla through her camisole."It feels nice."

"So nice,"trembled Emaleine, her fingers twisting Daisy 's gist.

"Connect with us,"moaned teacher and housemaid in unison."You will receive such pleasure."

"Yes,"both pupil squealed.

In unison, the tentacle 's drive into the lady friend'wet cunnies. Daisy and Marilynn both groaned as they savored duel sense experience of their tentacles sinking into hot, miserly, silky pussies. cristal shot down the metallic tentacles and raced through their bodies.

"Yes, yes, yes, connect,"they moaned together.

"Oh, my nobleman,"gasped Geneva."It 's so whippy. Oh, yes, slide it in trench. What sorting of metallic element dildo is this ? How are you ... ? Yes, fuck me. Oh, yes. This is what I need after three hanker lessons. Oh, yes."

Emaleine shuddered, her pussy clenching down on Daisy 's thrusting tentacle, increasing the high-flown friction. Marilynn pressed her lips into Hollands 's neck, nibbling and suction, squeezing the blonde 's large tits through the unmentionable 's thin textile. The tentacles pumped faster and faster.

... connect ...

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

Emaleine drew out the maiden 's breast, a hard mammilla begging to be sucked. The girl leaned down and engulf the nipple, sucking hard. Marilynn 's pussy clenched as she felt the suck delight. She squeezed Geneva 's breasts harder and massaged her nipple, the teacher 's hips undulating. Juices dribbled out of her pussy, running down her tentacles.

The delight swelled in her core. Dame Muriel Spark of electricity shot through her dead body. She spasmed and moaned. Both tentacles thrust at the same swiftness, driving cryptical into the daughter'cunnies. Their vocalisation sang through the hall, four women gasping and moaning, building towards their shared orgasm.

... connecting ...

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

Her bluish middle fluttered. Her face clenched. And then her orgasm explosion inside of her. Marilynn and Daisy moaned and shuddered as the blonde 's cunny spasmed about Marilynn 's tentacle. The soft flesh massaged the hard, thrusting appendage. Electric tingles shot down the tentacle rightfulness to Marilynn 's core.

The coming frame inside of her. The instructor pinched her student 's nipples hard through the camisole. She moaned into Geneva 's throat, sucking, marking the daughter as the fervour built and built in her depths.

Emaleine moaned about Daisy 's mammilla. The girlfriend 's impudence hollowed as she sucked hard. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh. Her twat tightened on Daisy 's tentacle, the pleasure swelling in both maid and teacher 's body.

"Yes, yes, cum on my connector,"gasped Daisy."Let me find your hot cunny spasm. Just like Genf 's did on fille Marilynn 's connector."

"Yes, yes, enjoy your release,"gasped the vibration Geneva, her voice strained with pleasure.
Emaleine 's teeth nipped Daisy 's nipple as the student came. Her cunt convulsed wildly about Daisy 's tentacle. The jabbing appendages plowed deeper into both girls'spasming cunnies. The maidservant and teacher trembled.

"So thoroughly,"moaned Miss Marilynn, fingerbreadth twisting Geneva 's nipples."Yes, yes, yes. sentence to connect."

"sentence,"agreed Daisy. The maid threw her head back, her fingers cradling Emaleine 's boldness as the girl sucked on the maid 's hard nipple.

Both women, united by the nanites, came together. Their kitty spasmed about their twin tentacles. pleasure surged down the appendage as wavelet of bliss bathed their judgment. Marilynn gasped and moaned in unison with Daisy as the nanites erupted from the tentacle 's end.

beat after pulsing of nanites flooded the bookman'Cy Young cunnies. Both daughter gasped, orgasmic delight slamming into their minds as they connected to Miss Marilynn and Daisy. Their raptus surging between the four. Gasping, moaning, spasming. ecstasy roared between them, sharing their delight. They felt every pussy 's spasm, every lip 's buss, every digit 's caress, every mouth 's suckle.

Two became four. connective achieved.

"Oh, yes,"the four cleaning lady moaned in unison. And then two bookman shuddered, overwhelmed by the nanites changing their body, and passed out.

Marilynn and Daisy, smiling in gormandize delight, their bodies buzzing from acute pleasure, carried the unconscious students into a slope way. They draped the girls on the floor and waited for them to recover.

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

... more connections ...

... required ...

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This is not in effect, Merita told her horde as she stared through Henrietta 's optic at the corpse of the nub. All that was left was the flaunt beacon and the mastery circuitry. It was the size of it of Henrietta 's paw. The nanites were all gone, loose without any guidance. They had broken down the core for materials.

"Is this bad ?"Tabitha asked, the Aythya americana 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 gage looks changed. They made touch with something alive.

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

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

Do we sustain looking ?

Merita did n't answer.

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

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

I do n't know. The unknown 's thoughts squirmed in her horde. I do n't make love how to find them. They could be anywhere. I 'm never getting back dwelling house. It 's destroyed.

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

Yes, yes, you have to get back to class. Merita sighed. Stuck on a primitive person planet ...

I 'm sorry we 're primitive.

The pain in Henrietta 's thoughts hit Merita. I did n't mean to insult you. I am glad we met. This is n't your geological fault. Do n't feel bad, okay ? Grab the circuitry board. Maybe if we find the nanites they can reconstruct the core. Merita had small hope of that, but she did n't want to saddle Henrietta with guiltiness. That 's what they 're good at. Then, maybe, they can fix my ship if I can find the right cloth on your world. But in the meantime, get back to course of instruction. No point in you getting in trouble.

I 'm still no-count. But I am glad we met. I love you, Merita.

Merita sighed and retreated back from her boniface 's cerebration to hatch on her problem.

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I ran through the foyer of the school beside Tabitha. The burden fell so far from the school it took half our luncheon hr just to walk out there. Our heeled shoes slapped on the tiles, mine still wet from traipsing through damp grass. Merita had been silent the total walk back. I could feel her sadness.

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

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

Our next socio-economic class was Latin taught by young lady Erma John Howard Northrop. I had heard she had a letch for spanking girl 's bottoms and then soothing them afterward with her soft caresses. I did n't want to be spanked. And if she did soothe me, I might lose control my tentacles and expose myself as a freak.

I was prosperous paeony did n't tell anyone about what we did in the bath this morning.

Tabitha sighed in backup man, slowing to a walking before a door."Here it is."She took a deep breath, glancing at me."Oh, one of your pigtails is coming loose."

I gasped and retied the ribbon while gaining my hint. Our faces were both flushed from our run, though it looked like we had sex instead. consecrate this school, I was sure that was what citizenry 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 nominal head of the year, a chalkboard covered in Latin Book rested behind her. She was a tall cleaning woman, her brown hair's-breadth piled into a severe bun, her curvy consistence covered by a dark-gray dress. Her heart 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 exculpation for tardiness. You both arrived to the schooling before today, giving you ample chance to learn where my classroom was situated."

I swallowed."You are counterbalance, missy Erma. Our apologies."

"apology are all well and trade good, but you have broken a prescript 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 girls, all eighteen-year-olds like us, glanced at us, a mix of envy and, to my surprisal, excitement in their eyes. One of the lady friend with an tidal bore countenance was shy Peony sitting in the back, her hands clasped beneath her desk over her skirt. She squirmed.

She had a hot cunny and was in great indigence of her hysteric being cured.

Tabitha and I moved up to the front end of the year. A titillation of agitation caressed my pussy. My mamilla hardened. All those eyes watching us ... twenty dollar bill young woman ... My finger's breadth 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.

"dungeon calm,"Tabitha whispered as I slid off my blouse. Her eyes flicked to my nipples, both punishing and salient against my camisole.

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

Tabitha and I quickly stripped. I noticed the dewy excitement glistening on my lover 's thighs before she bent over the desk, her round of drinks, freckled tits pillowing on the desk. My smaller mounds jiggled as I bent over, but they did n't pillow against the desk. I wiggled my hip joint, my blond pigtails spreading across the table. I rested my cheek on the coolheaded surface, staring at my lover.

She gave me a comforting smiling and took my hand.

"Well, well, well,"purred Miss Erma,"what a irreverent duet of one shot, young rear end. So pert."She squeezed us both, making us gasp. Her fingers dug into my shape, reminding my sphincter that it had been plowed vigorously earlier.

The excitement swelled in my kitty-cat and the tentacles squirmed more.

"Their sexuality are wet and flushed, afflicted with that horrible disease. female hysterics most be combated at all prison term. Young women are especially prone to it. If any of you feel any to-do between your second joint, finger gratis to relieve yourself manually. Clitoral arousal, either through your skirt or with orchestrate contact of your finger is permitted."

"Yes, Miss Erma,"the early students said.

I glanced at them, the girls squirming, hands disappearing beneath their desks. I groaned as their nerve grew rosy. Their thigh parted. skirt and petticoats rustled as young woman Erma kept kneading my ass instead of spanking us.

XX girls abusing their cunnies while I was spanked ... How was I keeping myself under ascendance ?

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 ! Crack !

The low gear spanking landed. I gasped and shuddered, pain in the ass shooting through my ass and wiping away all thought. Tabitha spasmed beside me. Miss Erma had spanked both our rears simultaneously. Or near enough. The heat of her bridge player 's fall burned through my ass.

It was so dissimilar than when my father had spanked me as a child. This was scanty skin. The feminine suspiration of my classmates filled the air. Miss Erma 's hand rested on my rear end, stroking my flesh as she let the painfulness linger instead of continuously applying our discipline.

Crack ! Crack !

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

Pleasure.

cranny ! Crack !

I gasped, my hips undulating, my clit grinding into the sharpness of the desk. It was like my body was built to experience this delight. I ground my nub against it as the teacher 's hand fell again and again, warming my ass, stimulating my pussy, and driving my button against the hard wood. Pleasure fluttered through me.

I grit my teeth and fought against my tentacles.

"Oh, Miss Erma,"gasped Tabitha as the duplicate crack fell.

"Their hysteric grow,"Miss Erma said."As the pain increases, their cunnies become bed wetter. The flutters build. seem at how they undulated. They are grinding their over-stimulated clitorides into the desk."

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

I could hear the wet rub of fingers on cunny. Some plunged finger's breadth into their human body. chair squeaked and their groan grew. I bit my lip, fighting against my tentacles. They wanted to come out and play as the teacher 's helping hand fell on my ass again.

offer ! Crack !

"Oh, Maker,"I groaned, my clitoris rubbing hard against the edge. sudor beaded my os frontale as I fought the swelling pleasure. whiz rippled through my consistence. The excitement built. My tentacles pushed towards the entrances of my cunny, stretching my walls. The sugared clash sent a shudder through me."Please, please, no."

"Do n't fight your excitement, little girl,"moaned the teacher, her articulation breathy, full of her own passion."A expiration while being punished is a wonderful experience. The fit are intense."

Tabitha clenched my hand hard as the next spankings landed. Her articulatio coxae moved. I stared at her jiggling, burning-red ass. She ground her clit into the desk, not fighting her love like I was. Her green eyes fluttered.

Crack ! whirl !

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

Her climax contorted her typeface. Her lips formed a perfect O as she screamed out her bliss. She thrashed on the mesa, her mitt gripping mine so concentrated. I shuddered, unable to withstand grinding my clitoris on the desk, building my own orgasm as the tentacles ached to explode out of me.

So good. Oh, yes. This is the best. The painful sensation ... The pleasure ...

Tabitha 's opinion invaded my mind. I gasped, wanting that Lapplander delicious joy. To feel my pussy exploded with the pleasance of pain. I groaned, squirming. Behind me, respective girls gasped in womanly delectation, achieving their masturbatory release.

"And now it 's your crook, little strumpet,"Miss Erma moaned."Let me hear you squeal."

scissure ! Crack !

Both the teacher 's hands fell on my ass. She slapped both my butt-cheeks together. I groaned, straining against my tentacles writhing need as the pain flared and my clit ground into the desk 's edge. It was so sharp, hurting my clitoris, which made the rapture exquisite.

"Let me see you scream, naughty girl !"

Crack ! Crack !

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

I ca n't do anything, she sulked.

"You will cum if I have to spank your ass until it is smuggled and blue."missy Erma squeezed my burning at the stake ass. She pressed the front of her dress against me, humping against me, the textile poise on the back of my second joint and brushing the lip of my pussy. The tentacles were at the hatchway of my cunny, just peeking out.

They felt the cloth of her skirt.

I lost ascendance of them.

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

My cunt rippled about my tentacles as they shot out of my twat and against Miss Erma. The process burned to feel her flesh. They slammed into her crotch, driving her backrest a tone before they gripped the fabric of her skirt, pulling at it. I shuddered, cloud nine rippling down the sore tentacles as they ripped at the cloth.

My tentacles were strong.

The cloth tore.

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

Her words 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 brim. She felt so hot and wet against my member. I moaned, my orgasm intensifying as I stroked her, drinking in the sensations.

"They 're my tentacles,"I moaned, out of control. I had to fuck her. I had to feel what it was like in my teacher 's holes.

A third base tentacle slithered between the impertinence of her rear, lubed by my dripping pussy succus. I rammed a tentacle into her ass and pussy. She gasped, shuddering as both her holes were filled by my wriggling appendages.

She felt rattling. Hot and wet and silky and tight and velvety and amazing. Both her muddle gripped my plunging tentacles. I squirmed on the desk, squeezing Tabitha 's deal 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."

Thomas More cloth tore. My two other tentacles ripped her nude, stripping her before the category. The lady friend 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 noble,"gasped Miss Erma."Oh, yes. Oh, wow. That 's ... yes, yes, yes."

My two tentacles wrapped about her large bosom. I watched her over my articulatio humeri, grinding my clitoris into the edge of the desk. Her two tit bulged as my tentacles squeezed them. They turned red. Her nipples were so hard. I groaned, fucking and sodomizing her hard, loving the duel sensations 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 slit then tickling my cunny backtalk. I gasped, my tentacles tightening about Miss Erma 's tits. Then Tabitha leaned over and licked between my butt-cheeks until she found my sore rectum.

Mmm, she tastes delicious, thought Tabitha. sourness and dirty. I love it. No marvel 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 deepness as I worked my four tentacles. The final stage of the pair wrapped about her nipple played with her nipples. The other two worked over and over into her hole, fucking her, making her spasm and gasp. Her gut and snatch clenched on them as she shuddered, twitching, her hands sliding up and down her sides.

"Oh, yes, this is get, Henrietta,"gasped young woman Erma.

"Yes, yes, yes,"Peony moaned from the back of the class. The black-haired young lady 's font screwed up. She gasped and shuddered, cumming laborious."I love those tentacles. She took my virginal membrane in the bath with them."

"This is so looney,"another missy said, her brassy-brown hair shaking about her shoulders.

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

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

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

I gasped. It was so wicked. So many sensations crashed through my consistence. I trembled and groaned, clenching my burning butt-cheeks. Her red hairsbreadth caressed my well-spanked ass, reminding me of the pain in the neck while her natural language swirled through my bowels. My tentacles all savored the flavour of Miss Erma 's physical structure, shooting pleasure to my puss while my clitoris ached against the desk and my nipples rubbed on its smoothen surface.

I fucked my tentacles faster and faster. young lady Erma moaned louder. Her soundbox spasmed. Her yap convulsed about my tentacles. Friction 's pleasure raced down my tentacles. I gasped, my centre widening at the sweet delight of feeling her coming salvo in her depths.

"Yes, yes, yes,"Miss Erma gasped."Oh, little girl, this is dumbfound. I do n't interpret, but ... but ... Yes !"

Miss Erma 's voice echoed through the schoolroom. Her cunt and prick clenched so hard on my stopcock. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. The pleasure swelled through me. Such sweet pleasure construction in my core.

"This is dotty,"gasped another girl.

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

"wild !"

The air filled with the sent of hot cunny. The rash odor made my capitulum swim. My pleasure built. Tabitha stroked my tentacles and pussycat lips. She worked her spit deep into my cocksucker, 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. former daughter joined me. Tabitha sucked on my arse, adding to a greater extent delight. My pass tossed back, pigtails flying as my tentacles fucked their final meter into girl Erma 's body.

And then I collapsed on the desk, my tentacles withdrawing. I heard Miss Erma lurch back. She bumped into a desk. Girls gasped and moaned, achieving their spillage all across the classroom. I looked at them, their middle fixed on my cunny stretched wide-eyed out-of-doors about my four writhing tentacles.

They all know my secret.

Everyone will know my secret.

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

Fear constricted my stomach.

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... connect ...

Geneva and Emaleine awoke at the Lapplander moment. Their centre snapped open and they arose, their pussycat stuffed with Daisy 's and Marilynn 's second tentacles. The two girls smiled, taking hands and staring at their other halves.

"We need to colligate to more daughter,"the four said in unison, their dead body tingling with sexual hullabaloo, new tentacles ready to make new connections.

And there was a schoolhouse of lady friend and woman awaiting them.

To be continued ...