Boarding schooling Encounter
Chapter quintuplet : Henrietta Buggered by the Headmistress
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

"What were you and Peony doing in the bathtub ?"Tabitha asked as she dropped her nightgown from finale night into the laundry basketball hoop in our partake way. Mine followed.

We stood naked in our small elbow room, my ft dancing on the cold floor board and my teeth chattering. It was so quick in the tub and so cold in here. It turned out that the girls of our hall had our own Roman style bath, a bombastic kitty of piped up spring water. While our school lacked electrical energy, it had bathymetry. The water was so slack, especially with nervous, petite, and virginal Peony pressed against me.

"caressing,"I answered, my cheeks going red as I remembered how terrific peony felt, our wet consistence pressed together as she leaned against the boundary of the bath, our hips humping, our clitorides rubbing together.

One of my puss tentacles fucking paeony 's cunny.

That was delicious, Merita, the lesbian alien who had merged with my body, whispered in my mind. It was because of her that I had the four tentacles that sprouted out of my sex. They were long and flexible, and as sensitive as my nipples. It was such a joy to ream them in and out of a girlfriend 's cunny or to sodomize her bowels. I had plucked my roommate and fan Tabitha 's hymen then Peony 's in the bath only minute of arc ago.

"It looked like you were doing more than kissing her,"Tabitha said, a unholy sparkle in her eye."She was gasping so hard. She had quite the release, a mighty therapeutic for her hysterics."

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

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

I blinked. It was the first base time since I met Tabitha yesterday that she had called me by my world-class name. Usually, she called me Etta. I stared at her as I pulled out a clean camisole from my bureau of drawers, eager to dress.

"If soul finds out about your tentacles and freak out ..."Tabitha bit her lip."They might kvetch you out of the schoolhouse or something. I mean ..."Tabitha 's eye flicked down to my blonde curl adorning my naked groin."I understand. And I guess Peony must too, but ... what about the early missy ? And the teachers ?"

"I know."I sighed, pulling the camisole over my straits and letting it fall across my diminished breasts and down to my rosehip. I pulled it down so it covered my mid second joint."But it was so sexy. Everyone was making love around us. And Geneve tongued your anatomical sphincter while rubbing your cunny, and your bosom were shaking, and peony was so delicious and unsure and afraid and vulnerable and enticing. I could n't resist. I lost control."

My breadbasket fell."What am I going to do tomorrow ? And the next day ? We 'll make the communal bathtub every dayspring. And every morning I 'll be surrounded by sex. Wonderful, delicious, forbidden passion. Sapphic dear. It 's wicked and I love it. And you know what happens when my cunny gets excited."

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

Which is why we need to witness the core of my ship, Merita said. As soon as possible. Before another homo encounters it.

How will that assist my tentacle problem ? You have to possess me until the nanites cure me. When I found Merita 's crashed spaceship finale night, an egg-shaped aim in a crater which I mistook for a falling star, I tripped and broke my neck opening. I would get died if she did n't save me. But the nanites—which I did n't understand what those were, but apparently they were lilliputian golem inside my body repairing my wounding, like minuscule wind-up miniature or something—were rejected by my body. Merita had to have me to let them turn. How long will that ingest ?

It 's going boring than I hoped. It 'll be years. Week or more.

"People are going to get out,"I groaned, sinking onto my bed while I watched Tabitha clout on her stockings up her smooth, pale second joint, her red haircloth swishing about her shoulder joint and her boob jiggling beneath her camisole. Her mammilla were hard, the fabric cut enough to shit them dark shadows that I wanted to give suck on.

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

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

Needed more. It was so hot.

Sex is rattling, Merita agreed. On my house major planet, I would induce make love to five or more female person all day, just exploring each others holes with our tentacles, loving each former, and cumming over and over. It was a terrific way to pass the day.

Images of the noncitizen, sapphic debauch shot through my mind. Merita in the core, her hairless, purple consistence writhing, the four tentacles, which sprouted from her hip joint and not her pussy, undulating as she caressed her devotee. Their skins were all various hues of lilac and purple. Some had with child tit, early belittled, their mamilla hard. They licked and sucked and fingered and tentacled each other, gasping and moaning. I could palpate them.

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

Sorry, sorry.

Tabitha stopped pulling up her second stocking and stared at the writhing tentacles. She squirmed, hunger burn in her green eyes. I could almost take heed her mentation. Wow, I love those tentacles, and they 're dripping in Etta 's juices. It would be so hot to lick them right now. We do n't need to go to category. We can be truant and revel ourselves.

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

Tabitha blinked and cocked her head, staring at me.

"What ?"I frowned.

"nix, nothing. I 'm guess I 'm that transparent. I just love your tentacles so much. They 're just wonderful. Especially when they 're touching me."Tabitha fell back on her bed, squeezing her thigh 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 intend to arouse you, Henrietta, or sweet Tabitha.

"Merita 's sorry, too."

Tabitha shook her head and then sat up."It must be wild to experience an alien bread and butter in your mind."

"She does shew me naughty thing sometimes,"I admitted and grabbed my stockings. I pulled them on quickly."We better hastiness. We 're dawdling. We do n't need to get a demerit."

And when are we going out to seem for the inwardness ?

tiffin, I sighed. I can hop-skip it. But not breakfast. I am starving. My stomach proved me honest by growling. Okay. It 'll be just a few hours. Then we 'll observe it. I have the scanner in my skirt. I had taken it from her ship before we left it in conclusion night.

After pulling on my stockings, I slipped on the two layers of petticoats. Our school uniform lacked fuckup of any sort, which I found strange. I felt so raw beneath my underskirt. But now I understood what sort of schoolhouse this was. I had a feeling that all sort of debauched, lesbian deportment occurred during schooltime minute under the guise of curing"female hysterics."I had always been taught that fair sex did not finger the low, debased lusts like men, that we were purer creatures.

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

I feared I was turning lesbian. No. I was a lesbian. And there was null incorrect with that. No matter what the preacher or the government said.

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

I nodded my question and grab my ankle-length, Robert Gray chick, pulling it on over my underskirt. The two stratum gave me more hips than I had in real aliveness. I pulled on my white blouse next, buttoning it up to my neck like a proper woman and tucking it into my dame. Then I combed my tomentum while Tabitha tamed her wild, fiery mane. I pulled my blonde gyre into pigtails—my preferred style—tying them with garden pink medallion. Tabitha did n't tie back her pilus but let it precipitate in natural wave around her freckled nerve. We laced up our heeled shoes and were prepare for class.

The other girl of our floor bustled out of their rooms, wearing identical uniforms, their hair styled in different manner. Some were braided, like Prefect Geneva 's ash-blonde plait, others loose, like Peony 's Shirley Temple Black tomentum. The shy girl glanced at me, her men 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 question. What if she talked ? That would n't be good. I bit my lip as Tabitha and I held hands. We walked with the other girls, a general buzz from talking filling the corridor. Our dorm room lay on the twenty percent and highest floor. As we descended the stair, miss from the one-fourth and tertiary storey joined us, all with big smile and rosy cheeks.

I bet they had their own roman print style baths.

I took a thick breath, scared to face my inaugural day of classes at the Kensington embarkation schoolhouse. The endocarp walls of the mansion reverberated with talking as we swept down the stairs to the first story. We followed the lunar time period of girls through the halls towards the dining room for breakfast. A few of the school 's maids scurried retiring us in their black and white uniforms.

I wondered if they wore botch beneath their bird ?

My pussy itched and my tentacles squirmed. My nipples hardened in my blouse as a youthful maidservant, two years my senior, walked past, her cheeks apple red and her blouse distortion to contain her enceinte breasts.

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

Uh-huh, purred Merita. She conjured flashes of the amah, nude and lying on a bed, her vauntingly tits forming soft pile that beckoned.

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

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

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

I took long, slow intimation, clenching Tabitha 's hand. My friend gave me a support smiling, her lips so lush and sweet and I knew just how kissable they were and how wonderful her hands were and how amazing it was to ...

Nope. occlusion that.

Ahead of us was nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige 's hospital on Tabitha 's side of meat of the hall. The door opened and the nurse stepped out, a big grinning on her lip, her cheeks rosy. Though she was only in her twenties, she had a motherly air about her, accented by her curvy consistency. Her smiling swept over the girl walking by, many greeting her with polite,"undecomposed good morning, nursemaid Paige."

"Morning, little girl,"the blonde nanny would reply.

And then she snagged Peony out of the crowd. The black-haired girl gasped as Nurse Paige, with dexterity that had to come with practice, hiked up both Peony 's chick and two layers of petticoat, plunging her bridge player between the girl 's thighs and rubbing at her cunny.

"Yes, yes, you need to have your hysterics cured, my dear,"Nurse Leroy Robert Paige beamed, and then she frowned."Although, what happened to your maidenhead, child ?"

Peony 's brass went red as she squirmed on the nurse 's pumping fingers. Giggles erupted from the surrounding young lady. I groaned as waving of heating plant washed through me. Yesterday, I had my first climax at the hands of Nurse Leroy Robert Paige during my forcible. She licked my cunny and clitoris until I had my paroxysm of bliss.

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

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

Our fingers parted. I turned to my friend, trying to abduct her bridge player, but the tide of girls carried me away.

"No, no, I 'm ok,"Tabitha protested as Nurse Paige deftly lifted her skirt and half-slip with one hired hand and plunged between my lover 's thighs."Oh, oh, Nurse Paige."

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

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

I swallowed and nodded, forced along with the other young lady to breakfast while my lover was fingered by the nurse. Her groan and Peony 's echoed over the buzz of conversation. My poor cunny was on fire. Tentacles squirmed in my depths, eager to bust out and work. It was n't fair.

I was so horny. Why did Nurse Paige choose Tabitha ? I could own had so a good deal fun with them. Nurse Paige could experience plunged her digit into my cunny, and her thumb could have rubbed my clit. I would gasp 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 thighs, smearing slit juice onto my pulp and stockings. I groaned, my tentacles so spiritualist. I closed my middle for a mo, fighting to get them to recant and grateful for my skirt and layer of petticoat 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 walls of my pussy, the detrition delicious. And then my cunny relaxed, no longer stretched panoptic open by them.

I sighed. If Nurse Paige had fingered me, they would give sprouted.

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

It 's not your fault. I would be dead without you. I took a deep breath. Besides, I am developing tactual sensation for you. I 'll be ever so sad when you leave.

Me, too. You and Tabitha are so sweet.

As we reached the dining hall, I imagined I could find out Tabitha moaning her pleasure. Yes, yes, yes, nursemaid Satchel Paige. cure my hysterics. Your finger's breadth are so mysterious into my cunny. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.

Her watchword 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 disk of sausage and bacon and pledge and jams.

"You can sit with us,"Jeane called. She was the tallest girl on my flooring. She patted an empty rear end at the table beside her. There was a second can undetermined that Tabitha could take.

"Thanks,"I said, taking a ass. I squirmed to get well-heeled, 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, holding it back off her shoulders. She was an older girl than me, nineteen."Last year, she only fingered me twice on the way to breakfast."

"But she was always fingering Argyranthemum frutescens,"Maria said, another sr. young woman. She had such beautiful dimples as she smiled, which set off her sandy-blonde curl.

"Who ?"I asked.

"Oh, she graduated last yr. I hear she married a banker and hired a delightful maid who knows how to use her tongue."Maria giggled."I know all my maidservant will possess to be so skilled when I set up my house."

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

They all giggled."But if we did n't, then who would pee-pee the money ?"asked Phoebe, a new female child like me. She sat beside Maria."I have several suitors back plate. All three are moneyed, even if they are such boors. Not like this place. It is so ... stimulating."

Your people are so primitive. Women should be justify to realize their own money and marry each other if they want.

I agree, Merita. I would end up marrying a ample tike, too, probably one of my father 's business fellow. Then I would have a nice home, raise his children, and hoped I lived close enough to Tabitha so we could deliver"tea"everyday.

We joked about the value of a maid who knew how to use her tongue and a cook who knew how to use a carrot, which I thought was wicked. Tabitha appeared after ten or so min, her nerve flushed, and a vast grin on her look. She plopped down in the empty hot seat and gave me a quick kiss on the impertinence before piling her plate with sausage and kippers.

"Boy, nanny Leroy Robert Paige really knows how to fix a missy for the day."

Darcy gave an enthusiastic nod.

After breakfast, it was time for class. I would have math with Miss Maurine short, cancel scientific discipline with Madalyn Virgo, English with girl Delilah Averill, then lunch—Please find the core, Henrietta—followed by Latin with Miss Erma Northrop, and finis ism with Miss Marilynn Gully. Tabitha shared my agenda, which I found to be a substitute, but other girls had different one and the honest-to-god young woman had a few different courses.

"Do you have any idea where these rooms are ?"I asked Tabitha as we left the dining manor hall, the maids coming in to clear up the spate from breakfast.

"Vaguely,"Tabitha said."I did arrive the day before you, and I took the clip to explore. All the schoolroom are on the first and secondly flooring. And I recall that misfire Maurine 's classroom is on the first base and ... well, there she is."

Tabitha pointed to the adult female with her ignominious hair's-breadth twisted into ringlet heading down the hall. We hurried after. We could n't get lost if we followed our teacher to division. Which made us the outset too go far. We took tail end up front, our rear straights. Text books lay on each of the tabular array, the covers battered and worn by yr of eager students.

I swallowed. Arithmetic had never been my strongest suite. But the Kensington embarkment School believed in educating untried women as strenuously as young men. Many of its grad would apply for schoolhouse at Oxford or Cambridge while others used the prestige and refinement to help land a unspoilt man and wife match.

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

As much as I hated math, there was one nice thing about it—the content was so boring sex was driven from my thoughts. Merita was no help, despite how innovative her people were. Her people put-upon substructure eight math. I had bother intellect just what that meant, but Merita had no apprehension of our base ten math. I did n't even bang our mathematics was base ten.

When the class ended, I had a headache.

Tabitha 's green centre were equally glazed. I took her hand and the pair of us navigated the schooling to the lifelike scientific discipline classroom. It took us a few false start to incur Miss Madalyn 's classroom. It turned out to be on the low floor, not the second, and we were almost late.

"There you are, young woman,"beamed Miss Madalyn, a char in a bootleg dress, her brownness hair in a bun, and a friendly smile on her lips."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 rattling smell about her, an wind up essence. I was so cognizant of her eubstance pressed against mine, her hands on the minor of my backbone as she rubbed her cheek on mine. A wonderful shudder passed through me.

I wondered just how friendly she was as a teacher.

"Now, let 's get started on learning,"she said, breaking the kiss."We 'll start out with geology. I believe that will give you a great foundation when we move into inorganic chemistry in a few workweek. Now, on the table on the back I have many samples of Stone ..."

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

Teaching was clearly her passion.

"OK,"she said as we stood to leave alone,"I want you all to write an essay tonight on what your favorite case of rock is and why."

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

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

She clamped her jaw shut as a maid bustled up to us in her black attire, white-hot forestage tied across the front, and a small, white cap resting on her dark-brown curls. She had doe eyes and a polite grinning on her expression as she stopped before me.

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

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

"Yes, Miss."The maidservant gave me a comforting smiling, her heart apologetic."I am sorry, miss, but I have my instructions. This way."

"But I have English next."

"Miss Delilah will be informed on the reasonableness you are missing her class. You will not be in trouble."Her tone implied, Not in any more fuss. poor people thing, summoned to the headmistress 's authority on her first day, and such an innocent Lamb. What could she have done ?

"Nothing,"I muttered, and then my breadbasket twisted more. peony. What if Peony told Nurse Paige about my tentacles ?

I threw a smell over my shoulder at Tabitha. She watched me with catch as I followed the maid down the Charles Francis Hall. My heart beat faster and faster with each gradation. I chewed on my broken lip as the maid led me from the hustle of the scholar leaving our class and down to the first floor. Our step echoed through the halls. The maid walked with a slopped back and a refreshing stride.

I wanted to dawdle.

What do I do, Merita ?

pretend you do n't have any tentacles, she suggested. Humans do n't. If paeony did say, you just have to sustain them under ascendence. If the Headmistress does n't see them, then she wo n't believe Peony. It 's the only chance.

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

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

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

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

I swallowed.

Sallie gave my berm a squeeze before she bustled off. I grasped the bronze door hold, twisted, and pushed my way into the post. The walls were covered in dark, wood paneling, hiding the Harlan F. Stone wall, and there were several bookshelves. A vase of flowers set on a plinth on one English of the room. contrary, hanging on the bulwark, were respective eccentric of canes and paddles. I swallowed, wondering which would be used on me. Sitting behind a large, neat desk was Headmistress Edna Neville. A stern bun of fateful hair pulled taut the skin of her forehead, making her seem even sterner. She wore a red dress, buttoned to the neck and held closed by an ivory broach. She stood, her back straight, and stared at me with dark eyes.

I swallowed, men clasped before me, my knees knocking.

"Nurse Paige told me something interesting today,"the Headmistress said, her voice melodious and commanding all at the like metre. She walked around her desk, a sway to her coxa, her list boots thudding on the wooden floor."And it made me quite curious to reveal the truth."

peony did secern. 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 smile grew on her sassing, a dangerous smile."Strip."

I swallowed."Strip, Headmistress ?"

"Yes,"she purred."Do not tell me you are stupid, fille. It is a green Scripture in English. Do I have to delimitate it ?"I heard the scourge in her flavour. If you make me define it, girl, I will twist you over my desk and redden your ass.

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

"I determine what is and is not set aside at my schooling, Miss Henrietta. So you will denudate off every article of clothing and show me that pretty, nubile body of yours. nursemaid Paige has painted quite the descriptive tarradiddle of the charms of your youthful flesh."

"She did ?"My cheeks warmed. She knows about my pussy 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 divest, I will postulate down one of those pawn and apply it with much vigor on your backside."

I squeaked,"Yes, Headmistress,"and my hands went to my blouse. I just had to keep in ascendency 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 controller. I could stay put in control.

My digit worked the release of my blouse as she walked to the wall covered in her instrument of discipline. My finger blurred as they worked down my front. I had my blouse undone and untucked from my skirt by the time she reached the wall. I quickly folded it and set it on her desk.

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

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

A shudder of hullabaloo rippled through my body. My teat hardened against my camisole as I folded my dame and set it atop my blouse resting on her desk. I took off my half-slip next, slipping them out from beneath my underbodice and adding them to the atomic pile of clothing. I leaned against her desk and pulled off my brake shoe. Then my stockings.

Her smile grew and seemed to communicate without watchword : What lush leg. Nurse Paige was veracious about her. She is a gorgeous affair. Now let 's see all the magical spell. postulate off the camisole, girl.

Her phonation sounded so real in my head. My imagination so creative today. Her smoldering eyes made my eubstance gush hotter, my cunny growing wet. This was dangerous. I drew off my underbodice over my body, revealing my blonde Robert Curl and my diminished breasts.

The Headmistress purred in delight.

"Yes, yes, yes, Nurse Paige was right. You are a pin-up thing."She walked to me as I stood before her desk, the air cold, my skin pebbling, and my nipples aching so hard. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, feeling the goose zit as I shivered.

But the common cold did n't rob me of my zeal. Not with her eyes burning as they looked at me. She reached out and cupped my low boob. Her quarter round swiped over my tit. I could n't facilitate the moan that escaped my lips.

My tentacles squirmed in my pussy.

Her manus trailed down my belly."Now nanny Paige treated two of your classmates this aurora for hysterics : Tabitha Smythe and peony Featherton."

I squirmed, her finger drawing channel of agitation across my stomach and then to my breakwater."I heard her name the discovery in the corridor this morning, Headmistress."

Her fingerbreadth toyed with the curls of my pussy."When Nurse Satchel Paige gave the girls a physical two days ago, both had intact hymens. Normally, Nurse Paige enjoys breaking a young female child 's maidenhead in her office, to lay down indisputable it is done as painlessly as possible."And pleasurably, I imagined the Headmistress adding. She has such a lecher for a Virgo 's cherry."So she was greatly disappointed to reveal both miss had their cherry tree well-plucked before she got her greedy hand on them."

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

She caressed my pussy backtalk. I groaned, biting my lip and fighting my tentacles. They wanted to come in out. To enclose about the Headmistress, to fuck her cunny and bugger her sphincter. Then to fondle her bombastic white meat straining her dress and make her squeal.

Fight it, Merita whispered. Think about disgusting men. Your world 's males are all hairy and filthy and lechers. Do n't think about her finger rubbing at your cunny lips.

Trying not to, I moaned back.

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

And then her fingers pressed into my pussy. Two of them reaching in late, nearing the tentacles squirming and aching to break out of my cunny. I shivered, groaning, fighting the unholy sentiency bursting through me. Her finger pumped in and out. They felt wonderful.

Her thumb swiped about my clitoris. I gasped and shuddered. My eyes rolled back in my nous. I grit my teeth, my digit grasping her dark-red clothes at the hips, gathering the material as I struggled not to ease up into the pleasance and let out my tentacles.

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

I froze for a single moment. She does n't know about the tentacles, Merita.

Good. But do n't relax, keep fighting, Merita said as my tentacles squirmed more.

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

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

"Even though you were a virgin ?"

"Uh-huh. And then ... after I learned ... from nanny Satchel Paige ... Tabitha and I ... played with it ... and then with Peony ... and ... and ..."I was so close to cumming. My tentacles were so eager to blow up out of me. Her hitchhike rubbing on my clitoris was too a lot. My physical structure shook and convulsed."I ... I ..."

"Am a dirty slut,"hissed the Headmistress."Yes, yes, a dirty slut who brought a dildo to my school and used it on my virgins. That 's Nurse Leroy Robert Paige 's prerogative. You wo n't use it on any more young woman'hymens. You will let our schooltime nursemaid execute her medical operation, and use her dildo on the girls. rightfield ?"

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

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

"Please, Headmistress. I ..."

She smiled, bringing her fingerbreadth to her lips and licking off my sweet musk."Please give you free ?"

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

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

I flew to her, working the push down the vertebral column of her dress. The dress was stiff, possessing a built in baleen girdle, which pulled on the buttons, making it unmanageable to unmake. But I persevered. The dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing her camisole. She wiggled out of her skirt, then I ripped down her petticoats as she pulled off her camisole. She turned, her titty enceinte, her pap fat and hard. A thick, disgraceful bush covered her twat, matted by her inflammation. She wore only heeled boots that when up to her articulatio genus and stockings held up by garters cinched fast about her upper 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 draftsman, and pulled out a large, phallic-shaped object made out of polished pitch black. 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 still surface so there was no possibility of splinters. I knelt before the headmistress. The stiff scent of her whore pussy filled my olfactory organ. I leaned in, licking hungrily at her pussycat, her curly pubic hair's-breadth tickling my cheek as my tongue slid through her crimp. She groaned, leaning back, shuddering as I caressed her clitoris.

She moaned, humping against my face, her deal squeezing her tits as my tongue danced around her clitoris. I brought the dildo to the folds of her pussy, pressing against them. Her pussy lips were blockheaded, protruding from her vulva. She was n't taut like Tabitha and me. I moved down, nuzzling and sucking on her pussy back talk as I forced the dildo into her.

"Yes,"the Headmistress moaned, her wooden leg quivering as I worked the dildo deep into her cunny."Oh, you sweet heartfelt, yes. screwing my twat. Stretch it out. Yes, yes yes, then I 'm going to bonk you. Oh, yes, what a sweet dear."

My glossa licked and sucked at her labia and button as I pumped the dildo in and out of her cunny. I gripped the end, pushing in and out, her juice lubing the way. They clung to the ebony shaft. It was thickset, boastful than one of my tentacles, and it was so exciting to forge it in and out of her twat. She groaned, the desk creak as she squirmed.

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

"Yes, yes, yes, you little slut. Oh, you are so bore. Mmm, one day and we 've turned you into a pussy-hungry lesbian. Oh, yes. Yes. This is why I took the job as Headmistress. To keep on the traditions of the school alive. To guide immature women like you into the pleasures society denies us. Oh, yes. Keep tonguing me as you fuck that huge dildo into me. Oh, you 're going to have intercourse it when I fuck you with it."

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

"springiness me mine, and then I will ream you to your orgasm, fille Henrietta."

She fell back on her desk, humping against me. Her fingers dug deep into her fleshy mounds. Her garden pink nipples waved atop her peaks. I wanted to crawl up her and suction 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 laborious nipple with my sticky lips. She gasped and bucked as I engulfed the fat nub. It was twice the sizing of Tabitha 's mamilla. I loved it in my mouth. I sucked so hard.

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

She bucked and heaved as she orgasmed. She screamed wordless pleasure, too much raptus flowing through her to speak. My imagination conjured Bible for her : Oh, yes, what a delicious slut. Oh, Lord, she 's salutary. I love it. Oh, she 's going to be a raging one. Oh, yes. So good. Miss Henrietta is amazing.

I smiled as I squirmed. My pussy tentacles ached to burst out. I lifted my backtalk from her nipple as she spasmed a terminal time. Then she grinned at me, her aspect flushed. She leaned up, seized my hips, and kissed me hard.

My tentacles peeked out of my pussy as I shuddered in her embrace. Her lingua licked at my rim, tasting her lady of pleasure juices staining me. Her white meat brushed my titty, our nipples 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 sentence for me to love you. crouch that passably ass over my desk so I can sodomize you."

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

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

My SOB clenched. I had enjoyed buggering myself with a tentacle close 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 meddlesome attaching a leather harness about her waistline she had pulled from her desk, the dildo thrusting from it.

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

But it was. A wonderful 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 muscle. I gasped at the 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 cream. She slid deeper and deeper into my asshole. The burning delight shot to my kitty-cat. The intense clash sent waving of heat rippling to my cunny.

And my tentacles.

I lost control.

They sprouted, rubbing against my thighs as the Headmistress 's dildo buried into the depths of my ass. She had buggered me with every in of the toy. I gasped, squirming, my intestine clenching down on her dildo as my tentacles rubbed against my thigh. Every brushing stroke sent shivers through me.

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

She drew back. My gut clung to her dildo. The clash was intense. I groaned, my centre rolling back into my promontory. It was so slurred. It stretched me out. My tentacles wrapped about my thighs, two on each, constricting and relaxing. I wanted to send them out and pertain her.

But I held back.

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

Over and over. I grunted each time. The rubbing ignited blissfulness with every bump. My gut clung to her dick as she sodomized me over and over. My fingers gripped the boundary of the desk as my tentacles rubbed up and down my thighs, shooting ecstasy to my slit and mixing with the cloud nine of her dildo reaming my asshole.

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

"It is,"she moaned."Oh, yes, it is. contain my dildo. Oh, you minuscule slattern. cry out how much you love it when I sodomize you."

"I love it so a good deal. Harder ! Faster ! I need my release. Please, please, consecrate it to me."

The desk rocked. She buggered me so hard. My centre rolled back into my head. The delight built in my core. My nipple rubbed on the cold surface of her desk. My hips undulated as her apoplexy grew backbreaking and faster.

The pleasure burst in her mind. I felt it. Her thinking screamed out how lots she loved buggering me. The dildo 's base pressed on her button. 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 mass were saying, but hearing their persuasion.

"Yes, yes, yes, you minuscule slut,"she hissed in my mind. So much fun to bugger a pretty, picayune thing. Look at those asscheeks writhe. And she 's crocked. Oh, the pressure on my clitoris is intense. I 'm going to cum so difficult from sodomizing her.

"Yes, yes, cum, Headmistress,"I begged, my hip joint bucking up, our frame slapping hard together. My tentacles clenched about my legs, gripping them, savoring the flavor of them. The pleasure rippled up them to my slit."Cum with me. I ... I ..."

"Cum you filthy whore !"

Her intelligence triggered my paroxysm. My tentacles pulsed around my stage as pussycat succus squirted out of my spasming cunny. My twat clenched and relaxed on the tentacles, savoring their girth while my bowels writhed about her poking dildo.

The intense pleasure flooded through my body. It crashed through my psyche. So much. My oculus rolled back into my headland. I groaned and gasped. I shuddered, undulating my pelvic arch, drinking in to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More of the blissfulness. I moaned out with every new wave of exaltation flooding through me.

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

I felt her orgasm as she slammed into me. I screamed with her as a second flare-up of delight shaft through me. My tentacles clenched so hard on my ramification it hurt. I moaned, fighting the urge to let them go barbarian as the pleasure boiled through me. The Headmistress buried her dildo into my profoundness, her fingernails biting into my hips as her digit clenched.

"Oh, you wonderful loose woman,"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 asshole gaping clear, feeling so empty. Then she froze. I sensed disbelief from her. She had glimpsed my tentacles retracting into my cunny. She blinked. No, no, I could n't have seen that. Impossible.

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

"fille Henrietta, you may dress and go."She paused."And retrieve, leave the deflowering to our checkup staff."

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

And now it is lunch time, Merita said. clip to find the core before any humans trip on it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully and Daisy the amah finished consuming the core 's canister, leaving only the flashing ignitor behind. The two rose. It had taken hour to consume it, the nanites patiently dissolving more and to a greater extent of the metal to provide the resource so they could connect to Sir Thomas More entities and come up the computer.

... connect ...

Both woman, joined by the metal tentacle buried in both their snatch, walked as one, side by incline, across the grassy moor. Their thoughts were total of excitement. New tentacles grew in both their twat, tidal bore to colligate to other women.

And there were many of them at the school.

... connect ...

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

They shuddered, aegir for the transport to come.

To be continued ...