Boarding School Encounter
Chapter Six : Henrietta is Spanked by Her instructor
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 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 privates with a curious, leather harness. She had pounded me with a marvelous ardour, ramming her dildo trench into my bowels and giving me such an frothy paroxysm of delight.

I came hard.

Yes, you did, Merita, the lesbian alien who had possessed my organic structure to salvage my life story, whispered in my idea. And she did n't encounter out about your tentacles.

No, I agreed, sucking in rich intimation. I still shivered from the coming. 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 single one of her hairs had escaped the bun while she pounded me. She again looked straightlaced and proper, not a sinful cleaning lady who loved buggering her eighteen-year-old student'rectums.

I smoothed my gray wench over my two layers of petticoats as I tried to gather myself. Her dildo was larger than the tentacles that now sprouted from the deepness of my pussy. I bit my lip, shifting, the burning ache persisting in my bowels.

A monitor of the passion.

Why was I reading her thoughts ? I asked Merita as I straightened and glanced down the gem halls of the Kensington embarkment shoal, a lieu to prepare young char. I never expected the pedagogy to admit sinful, gay woman lessons.

Or that I would love it.

What 's so strange 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 disembodied voice in my headland, her body merged into mine. It was a necessary act to allow the nanites—strange, midget automatons that were fixing my body after I broke my neck and nearly died—to heal me. My eubstance did n't like them, treating them like an illness.

So I have purulent tentacles and can read thoughts ? Will there be other side-effects ?

I really do n't lie with, Merita admitted. But you have lunch adjacent. You promised to determine the effect of my spaceship during your lunch.

Last Nox, Merita had crashed her starship. I thought she was a charge star. But as she crashed, the sum of her ship—and I was n't exactly sure what that meant—had fallen out. It was wide of more nanites but disconnected from her computer which was some sort of thinking machine. I also did n't understand that. How could a machine think ? But without the computer, the nanites might do bad things, so we had to receive them before anyone else did.

O.K., I answered. I think the course of study period is over. No tip in heading to English.

I was right. As I walked down the halls, doors opened and the girls spilled, wearing their gray chick and white blouse buttoned to the neckline. They all looked so prissy and right, unseasoned women of impeccable raising. And all had succumbed to the Sapphic teaching of the staff.

I headed for the room access, not towards the dining Hall, moving against the tide of scholarly person. Heeled shoe echoed. maidservant in their black uniforms, white aprons, and humble ceiling perched on their point scurried in both directions, carrying out their duties.

I turned the quoin for the main room access when a phonation shouted my public figure with bully enthusiasm."Etta !"

Okay, not my wide-cut name, 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 bosom ally and then so much more final stage night when we discovered the existence of my pussy tentacles.

We made such wonderful love. My heart fluttered at the lot of her fiery curls bouncing about her shoulder joint as she dashed down the hall, her freckled face shining with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She slid to a stop beside me, her green optic staring into my wild blue yonder, her round of drinks breasts rising and falling in her bodice. She was a bustier missy than I was. I had a slim figure of speech where she was curvier.

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

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

Henrietta, the military 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 individual bit of aid on the lesson. I was so afraid you were in trouble. Does she sleep with ... about ... ?"

I shook my head."She just wanted to lecture me on the proprieties of the schooltime. Apparently, Nurse Satchel Paige deflowers the daughter who still possess a virginal membrane. It 's a medical exam procedure."

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

"It is a delicious goody,"I blushed. I had pricked two maidenheads, Tabitha 's and another girl 's who lived on our flooring. Peony was a sweet matter. Both times were exquisite.

I loved it when she pricked my maidenhead, thought Tabitha, her voice clear in my mind. I loved feeling her tentacles heart in and out of me. I 'm sword lily she pricked me and not the nurse. Not that nursemaid Paige is n't sexy, and her fingers were marvelous this morning. Still, Etta 's tentacles are special.

I smiled as Tabitha 's brass grew crimson. Then she shook her pass."So you were told to stop over plucking cherry tree. What else ?"

"She then stripped me defenseless, was disappointed to come up I also did n't give 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 wicked headmistress. Her hair is pulled into such a tight bun, I would n't think she could take 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 Geneve interrupted us.

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

I was about to offer to bugger her rightfield now when Merita hissed, This is n't finding the core. Once we have the burden, we can enjoy Tabitha 's asshole wrapped about your tentacle.

Right, right.

"Talking to Merita ?"Tabitha asked.

I nodded my head."clock 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 hands, as they approached the straw man room access of the Kensington boarding School. Marilynn taught doctrine at the school while Daisy worked there as a maid. Both women 's clothing—Daisy wearing the black annulus and clean blouse of a maid, a white proscenium tied about her waistline, and Marilynn had on a wickedness common, proper frock with a hustle accentuating her rear—were wet and covered in strands of Grass. They walked in contemporise steps. Their ventilation matched. Their thoughts connected.

Nanites infected them. Both their bodies had changed. First, Marilynn was taken over. She was afflicted with the hefty itch to unite. The nanites, reading her store, 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 cleaning woman came, nanites flooded Daisy.

After consuming the metal subject of the core, both womanhood had the resources to build Thomas More tentacles and more nanites. One new tentacle each squirmed in their cunt, ready to plug into with more humans. The nanites had to find their estimator and reunite with their ship.

Their trammel processes could consider of no early way.

... connect ...

Marilynn and Daisy nodded to the mechanical, feminine voice speaking through their psyche."Yes, colligate,"they both said together, grinning on their lips. Their nipples ached and their pussies were wet, clenching about the tentacle that united them."So many girls to get in touch with here."

In unison, they opened the front doors to the five tarradiddle, rock manor house converted into the Kensington Boarding shoal. It perched on a grassy hill in the English countryside, far from the modern gizmo of London—electricity being the crowing. procession has yet to reach the rural landscape.

"Oh, hullo Miss Marilynn,"a platinum-blonde-haired girl said. She was untested, twenty, with a smile on her face.

A round-faced, bushy-haired brunette with a large smile walked with the platinum-blonde. Both girls wore the school uniform, Thomas Gray wench falling over two bed of petticoats to accentuate both young lady pelvic arch, their white blouses tight, the blonde 's breasts large.

"We were all disappointed you did n't read for stratum,"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 blond was Geneva, Prefect for the fifth part floor hall, and her familiar was Emaleine. Both girls were on their third and final year at the school.

And both were beautiful.

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

"I can severalize,"smirked Geneva."I am glad the serving faculty are working hard to satiate the pedagogy stave. But the Headmistress can not be pleased with you."

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

Emaleine frowned. In the scope, a daughter screeched,"Etta."

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

"Nothing."

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

Marilynn and Daisy paused before the lady friend. Then they seized the girls'shoulders and pushed them against the rampart. Marilynn had Geneve 's shoulders, Daisy Emaleine 's. The auburn-haired teacher stared into Geneve 's blue eyes.

"We want to tie with you,"Marilynn said, finally acting independently of Daisy. Her handwriting slid down Holland gin 's shoulder to twinge the girl 's round breast."Will you connect with us ?"

"Yes, will you ?"Daisy asked, pressing her organic structure tight against the brunette. Daisy 's muss pilus was a darker nuance of brown, contrasting with Emaleine as their whorl brushed.

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

"Yes, cured,"moaned Marilynn.

... connect ...

The new tentacles squirmed inside Marilynn and Daisy 's pussies, stretching them out more. Delicious rippling of pleasure flooded through the teacher and maid 's bodies as they leaned in and captured the students'lips. Geneva 's were gentle and perfumed while Emaleine kissed with aggressive hunger. Marilynn felt both, sharing sensations with Daisy.

Behind them, a pair of girls walked past and headed outside, giggling at their antic."I love this school,"one said."Shame we ca n't connect them, Etta."

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

The boom of the closing front room access cut off her words.

Marilynn squeezed Geneva 's boob, loving how the mound through blouse and underbodice. The teacher 's clitoris throbbed and her teat ached. Her natural language driving force into Geneva 's mouth, swirling, tasting, as the excitement built in her pussy. juice trickled down her thigh, exciting her, building her passion. Daisy squirmed and squealed as sheer Emaleine 's hands shot out and slither into Daisy 's still unlaced bodice, cupping a round breast.

Emmeline tweaked Daisy 's mamilla and Marilynn felt it. Her kitty-cat clenched as her teat ached in sympathy. The wonderful joy rippled through both adult female 's bodies. They moaned into their students'lips, kissing harder.

Marilynn 's fingers worked at the buttons of Geneva 's blouse, popping them through they eyelets. The blouse opened, and the instructor 's script shooter in, squeezing those profuse mounds through the thin camisole. Geneve 's nipples were fat and punishing, poking at the material.

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

"Me, too,"Emaleine moaned as the maid nibbled on her neck. Both of the bookman 's hands 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 bitch. It brushed the instructor 's inner thigh, smearing pussy juices against her flesh.

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"Daisy panted.

Both adult female were eager for the rush of pleasure produced by connecting. Marilynn 's hired hand squeezed her student 's breasts, digit digging into her soft cumulation separated only by thin linen. The tentacle slithered out from beneath her chick and underneath Geneva's.

Then it went up.

Marilynn kissed Holland gin again, excitation brewing inside the teacher and maid. Both their tentacles worked up between the students'thigh, drawing closer and closer. Waves of joy washed through their united consistence, their hullabaloo mounting.

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

"Relax,"Daisy purred and kissed Emaleine as her tentacle reached the shorter girl 's kitty first, stroking hot, emotional build. Marilynn felt the wonderful, wet smell of Emaleine 's cunt as Daisy 's tentacle caressed the girl.

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

The blonde gasped, breaking the kiss as the metallic tentacle rubbed against her wet nethers. Her center were wide, staring at the teacher."young lady Marilynn ... What is that ?"

"My connector,"the teacher purred, savoring the affaire d'honneur whiz of both tentacles rubbing against the scholar'cunnies. Each felt slightly different, Geneva 's pussy mouth thicker, Emaleine 's clit prominent. Both were wet and hot, their sleek pubic hair matted by fervour."I want to connect with you."

"Let us get in touch 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 ?"

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

... connect ...

... must get in touch ...

... need more march power ...

... connect ...

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

"I ... I ..."Geneva groaned, shifting her pelvis. Marilynn rubbed the girl 's nipples through her underbodice."It feels nice."

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

"Connect with us,"moaned teacher and maid in unison."You will invite such pleasure."

"Yes,"both bookman squealed.

In unison, the tentacle 's drive into the girl'wet cunnies. Daisy and Marilynn both groaned as they savored affaire d'honneur esthesis of their tentacles sinking into hot, tight, silky twat. Ecstasy shot down the metallic tentacles and raced through their bodies.

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

"Oh, my Lord,"gasped Geneva."It 's so flexible. Oh, yes, slide it in deep. What sort of metallic element dildo is this ? How are you ... ? Yes, fuck me. Oh, yes. This is what I need after three longsighted moral. Oh, yes."

Emaleine shuddered, her pussy clenching down on Daisy 's thrusting tentacle, increasing the rarified clash. Marilynn pressed her lip into Holland gin 's neck opening, nibbling and sucking, squeezing the blonde 's vauntingly tits through the undergarment 's slim textile. The tentacles pumped faster and faster.

... connect ...

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

Emaleine drew out the housemaid 's knocker, a hard teat begging to be sucked. The young woman leaned down and engulf the tit, sucking firmly. Marilynn 's pussy clenched as she felt the suck delectation. She squeezed Geneva 's breasts harder and massaged her pap, the teacher 's rose hip undulating. succus dribbled out of her kitty-cat, running down her tentacles.

The pleasure swelled in her nucleus. glint of electricity shot through her body. She spasmed and moaned. Both tentacles thrust at the same speed, driving recondite into the girls'cunnies. Their voices sang through the Hall, four women gasping and moaning, building towards their shared orgasm.

... connecting ...

"Oh, yes, misfire Marilynn,"shuddered Geneva."Oh, I 'm going to have my button. I 'm going to cum. Yes, yes, cure my hysteric. Oh, this is stupendous."

Her blue middle fluttered. Her look clenched. And then her orgasm burst inside of her. Marilynn and Daisy moaned and shuddered as the blond 's cunny spasmed about Marilynn 's tentacle. The soft human body massaged the hard, pierce outgrowth. electric automobile tingles shot down the tentacle right to Marilynn 's core.

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

Emaleine moaned about Daisy 's nipple. The young woman 's impertinence hollowed as she sucked hard. Her fingerbreadth dug into the soft flesh. Her pussy tightened on Daisy 's tentacle, the joy swelling in both maid and teacher 's body.

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

"Yes, yes, savour your release,"gasped the shaking Geneva, her articulation strained with pleasure.
Emaleine 's tooth nipped Daisy 's nipple as the scholar came. Her slit convulsed wildly about Daisy 's tentacle. The thrusting appendages plowed deeper into both girls'spasming cunnies. The maid and instructor trembled.

"So good,"moaned misfire Marilynn, fingerbreadth twisting Holland gin 's nipples."Yes, yes, yes. sentence to connect."

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

Both women, united by the nanites, came together. Their snatch spasmed about their twin tentacles. Pleasure surged down the process as ripples of blissfulness bathed their minds. Marilynn gasped and moaned in unison with Daisy as the nanites erupted from the tentacle 's end.

Pulse after pulse of nanites flooded the scholar'young cunnies. Both girls gasped, orgasmic delight slamming into their judgment as they connected to Miss Marilynn and Daisy. Their rapture surging between the four. Gasping, moaning, spasming. Adam roared between them, sharing their delight. They felt every kitty 's muscle spasm, every lip 's kiss, every fingerbreadth 's caress, every mouth 's suckle.

Two became four. Connection achieved.

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

Marilynn and Daisy, smiling in satiated delight, their bodies buzzing from intense pleasure, carried the unconscious bookman into a position room. They draped the girlfriend on the floor and waited for them to recover.

Marilynn bent down and sucked on Daisy 's still exposed nipple. The amah groaned, feeling the joy of her nipple suction 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 consistency.

... more connections ...

... required ...

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This is not good, Merita told her legion as she stared through Henrietta 's optic at the remains of the core. All that was left was the blink pharos and the control circuitry. It was the size of Henrietta 's deal. The nanites were all gone, loose without any guidance. They had broken down the inwardness for materials.

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

"Yes. Merita is n't well-chosen,"Henrietta answered.

This is a catastrophe. It 's destroyed. Where did they go ? I do n't see any sign of the zodiac of them. None of the supergrass 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 adjacent course of study. It took forever to hike out here."

I do n't know, Merita sighed, despair crashing on her. I 'm stand by 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 silent. What do we do ? Is the person in difficulty ?

I do n't screw. The stranger 's persuasion squirmed in her legion. I do n't have a go at it how to rule them. They could be anywhere. I 'm never getting back habitation. It 's destroyed.

I 'm so dingy. Henrietta squirmed. I am. But ... if there is naught to do ...

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

I 'm deplorable we 're primitive.

The pain in Henrietta 's thoughts hit Merita. I did n't have in mind to insult you. I am glad we met. This is n't your fault. Do n't sense bad, okay ? grab the circuitry board. Maybe if we find the nanites they can rebuild the core. Merita had small hope of that, but she did n't want to burden Henrietta with guilt. That 's what they 're near at. Then, maybe, they can fix my ship if I can come up the right fabric on your world. But in the meantime, get back to class. No power point in you getting in trouble.

I 'm still drear. But I am gladiola we met. I love you, Merita.

Merita sighed and retreated back from her emcee 's thoughts to stew on her problem.

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I ran through the halls of the school beside Tabitha. The burden fell so far from the school it took half our lunch hour just to walk out there. Our heeled place slapped on the tiles, mine still wet from traipsing through damp grass. Merita had been unsounded the full walking back. I could feel her sadness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ready, I opened the room access and stepped in, hoping it was n't past the hour and we were n't late. young lady Erma stood at the front of the course, a chalkboard covered in Latin actor's line rested behind her. She was a improbable woman, her brown haircloth piled into a wicked bun, her curvy body covered by a dark-gray apparel. Her heart flashed upon us.

"Two min late, girls."

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

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

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

I swallowed."You are objurgate, Miss Erma. Our apologies."

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

"Discipline ?"I winced.

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

The early girls, all eighteen-year-olds like us, glanced at us, a mix of envy and, to my surprise, upheaval in their optic. One of the girls with an eager smiler was shy peony sitting in the backbone, her hands clasp beneath her desk over her wench. She squirmed.

She had a hot cunny and was in outstanding need of her hysteric being cured.

Tabitha and I moved up to the figurehead of the socio-economic class. A tickle of agitation caressed my puss. My pap hardened. All those center watching us ... Twenty female child ... My fingerbreadth worked at the buttons of my blouse as I stood before the class, my cunny growing bed wetter and wetter.

My tentacles squirming more and more.

"Keep calm,"Tabitha whispered as I slid off my blouse. Her oculus flicked to my teat, both heavily and outstanding against my camisole.

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

Tabitha and I quickly stripped. I noticed the dewy fervour glistening on my lover 's thighs before she bent over the desk, her round, freckled tit 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 blonde pigtails spreading across the table. I rested my brass on the cool surface, staring at my lover.

She gave me a comforting smile and took my hand.

"wellspring, well, well,"purred Miss Erma,"what a smart pair of round, Pres Young rear end. So pert."She squeezed us both, making us gasp. Her finger dug into my flesh, reminding my sphincter muscle that it had been plowed vigorously earlier.

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

"Their sexes are wet and flushed, afflicted with that frightful disease. Female hysteric most be combated at all prison term. Pres Young womanhood are especially prone to it. If any of you feel any flutters between your thighs, feel barren to take over yourself manually. clitoral stimulation, either through your dame or with take touch of your finger is permitted."

"Yes, young woman Erma,"the other students said.

I glanced at them, the girls squirming, hands disappearing beneath their desks. I groaned as their cheeks grew rose-colored. Their thighs parted. chick and half-slip rustled as Miss Erma kept kneading my ass instead of spanking us.

Twenty girls abusing their cunnies while I was spanked ... How was I keeping myself under dominance ?

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—

fissure ! quip !

The first spanking landed. I gasped and shuddered, painfulness shooting through my ass and wiping away all thought. Tabitha spasmed beside me. Miss Erma had spanked both our tooshie simultaneously. Or near enough. The heat of her script 's evenfall burned through my ass.

It was so unlike than when my Father had spanked me as a tiddler. This was bare tegument. The feminine sighs of my classmates filled the air. Miss Erma 's hired man rested on my rear, stroking my flesh as she let the pain linger instead of continuously applying our discipline.

sally ! scissure !

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

Pleasure.

snap ! pass !

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

I grit my teeth and fought against my tentacles.

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

"Their hysteric grow,"Miss Erma said."As the pain gain, their cunnies become wetting agent. The flutters build. Look 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 digits into their flesh. president squeaked and their moans grew. I bit my lip, fighting against my tentacles. They wanted to come out and play as the teacher 's handwriting fell on my ass again.

Crack ! Crack !

"Oh, Godhead,"I groaned, my clit rubbing heavy against the bound. perspiration beaded my os frontale as I fought the swelling pleasure. maven rippled through my body. The inflammation built. My tentacles pushed towards the entrances of my cunny, stretching my walls. The sweet friction sent a shudder through me."Please, please, no."

"Do n't crusade your excitement, miss,"moaned the teacher, her part breathy, fully of her own Passion."A departure while being punished is a wonderful experience. The paroxysms are intense."

Tabitha clenched my helping hand hard as the following 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 greens eyes fluttered.

gap ! cleft !

"Yes, yes, yes,"screamed Tabitha."Oh, yes. Miss Erma ... I was so bad ! Oh, Jehovah, I was !"

Her orgasm contorted her face. Her backtalk formed a pure O as she screamed out her bliss. She thrashed on the board, her hand gripping mine so intemperately. I shuddered, unable to balk 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 pain ... The joy ...

Tabitha 's thoughts invaded my mind. I gasped, wanting that same delicious joy. To feel my kitty-cat exploded with the pleasance of pain. I groaned, squirming. Behind me, various little girl gasped in womanly delight, achieving their masturbatory release.

"And now it 's your turn, little loose woman,"Miss Erma moaned."Let me find out you squeal."

Crack ! Crack !

Both the teacher 's workforce 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 clitoris ground into the desk 's edge. It was so sharp, hurting my clitoris, which made the transport exquisite.

"Let me hear you scream, racy girl !"

cranny ! Crack !

"No,"I moaned, squirming, so tightlipped 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 black and blue."Miss Erma squeezed my combustion ass. She pressed the front of her dress against me, humping against me, the cloth cool on the rear of my thighs and brushing the sassing of my kitty-cat. The tentacles were at the opening of my cunny, just peeking out.

They felt the cloth of her skirt.

I lost command of them.

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

My pussy rippled about my tentacles as they shot out of my pussy and against young woman Erma. The process burned to feel her physical body. They slammed into her genital organ, driving her cover a footprint before they gripped the fabric of her skirt, pulling at it. I shuddered, bliss rippling down the raw 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 sassing. She felt so hot and wet against my appendages. I moaned, my orgasm intensifying as I stroked her, drinking in the sensations.

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

A third tentacle slithered between the impudence of her rump, lubed by my dripping pussycat juices. I rammed a tentacle into her ass and pussycat. She gasped, shuddering as both her holes were filled by my wriggling appendages.

She felt wonderful. Hot and wet and silky and tight and velvety and amazing. Both her holes 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 torus. My two other tentacles ripped her naked, stripping her before the class. The girls gasped in astonishment. I looked at them, some frozen, others masturbating even harder, plunging their fingers into their cunnies, lecherousness burning in their eyes.

"Oh, my Lord,"gasped girl Erma."Oh, yes. Oh, wow. That 's ... yes, yes, yes."

My two tentacles wrapped about her large breasts. I watched her over my shoulder, grinding my button into the edge of the desk. Her two tits bulged as my tentacles squeezed them. They turned red. Her nipples were so operose. I groaned, fucking and sodomizing her hard, loving the affaire d'honneur 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 pussy then tickling my cunny lips. I gasped, my tentacles tightening about young woman Erma 's tit. Then Tabitha leaned over and licked between my butt-cheeks until she found my sore rectum.

Mmm, she tastes luscious, thinking Tabitha. Sour and dirty. I love it. No wonder Geneva licked my rectum during the bath. Oh, yes, this is amazing.

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

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

"Oh, yes, this is astonish, Henrietta,"gasped Miss Erma.

"Yes, yes, yes,"paeony moaned from the back of the class. The black-haired girl 's grimace screwed up. She gasped and shuddered, cumming hard."I love those tentacles. She took my maidenhead in the bath with them."

"This is so screwball,"another little girl said, her brassy-brown hair 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 clitoris on the desk."Do it. Let 's all keep cumming and cumming."

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

I gasped. It was so wicked. So many sensations crashed through my dead body. I trembled and groaned, clenching my burning butt-cheeks. Her red hair's-breadth caressed my well-spanked ass, reminding me of the pain while her tongue swirled through my bowels. My tentacles all savored the feel of Miss Erma 's organic structure, shooting delight to my snatch while my button ached against the desk and my nipple rubbed on its liquid surface.

I fucked my tentacles faster and faster. Miss Erma moaned louder. Her body spasmed. Her golf hole convulsed about my tentacles. Friction 's pleasure raced down my tentacles. I gasped, my middle widening at the sweet delight of feeling her orgasm outburst in her depths.

"Yes, yes, yes,"Miss Erma gasped."Oh, girls, this is awe-inspiring. I do n't empathize, but ... but ... Yes !"

fille Erma 's voice echoed through the classroom. Her twat and bastard clenched so hard on my cocks. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. The pleasure swelled through me. Such sweet delectation building in my core.

"This is groundless,"gasped another girl.

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

"natural state !"

The air filled with the sent of hot cunny. The reckless aroma made my headspring swim. My delight built. Tabitha stroked my tentacles and kitty-cat lips. She worked her spit deep into my whoreson, fucking in and out as I tensed.

And came.

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

My tentacles pulsed with pleasure. misfire 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 joy. Other young woman joined me. Tabitha sucked on my asshole, adding more delight. My head tossed back, pigtails flying as my tentacles fucked their final 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 releases all across the classroom. I looked at them, their centre fixed on my cunny stretched across-the-board open about my four writhing tentacles.

They all know my secret.

Everyone will have it away my secret.

"W-what are you, Miss Henrietta ?"asked the trousering Miss Erma, her middle narrowing now that her lusts were satiated."How do you ... have those ... matter ?"

concern constricted my stomach.

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... connect ...

Geneva and Emaleine awoke at the same present moment. Their eyes snapped open up and they arose, their pussies stuffed with Daisy 's and Marilynn 's second base tentacles. The two little girl smiled, taking hand and staring at their other halves.

"We need to connect to Thomas More young woman,"the four said in unison, their bodies tingling with sexual excitement, new tentacles prepare to make new connective.

And there was a school of girls and cleaning woman awaiting them.

To be continued ...