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

My bowel had a terrific aching to them as I stumbled out of the Headmistress 's spot, once again togged up. I closed the threshold 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 genital organ with a curious, leather harness. She had pounded me with a wonderful fervor, ramming her dildo trench into my bowels and giving me such an effervescent paroxysm of delight.

I came hard.

Yes, you did, Merita, the lesbian noncitizen who had possessed my body to save my living, whispered in my mind. And she did n't find out about your tentacles.

No, I agreed, sucking in recondite breaths. I still shivered from the climax. 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 I one of her hairs had escaped the bun while she pounded me. She again looked prim and proper, not a ungodly charwoman who loved buggering her eighteen-year-old student'rectums.

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

A reminder of the passion.

Why was I reading her view ? I asked Merita as I straightened and glanced down the stone halls of the Kensington Boarding schooling, a home to educate young char. I never expected the training to include sinful, lesbian lessons.

Or that I would love it.

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

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

I felt Merita nod her intellection. She was a disembodied vocalism in my head, her physical structure merged into mine. It was a necessary act to tolerate the nanites—strange, tiny zombi that were fixing my consistence after I broke my neck and nearly died—to heal me. My trunk did n't wish them, treating them like an illness.

So I have pussy tentacles and can read view ? Will there be early side-effects ?

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

last night, Merita had crashed her starship. I thought she was a shooting star. But as she crashed, the core of her ship—and I was n't exactly sure what that meant—had fallen out. It was full of to a greater extent nanites but disconnected from her data processor which was some sort of thinking machine. I also did n't translate that. How could a simple machine think ? But without the figurer, the nanites might do bad things, so we had to happen them before anyone else did.

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

I was right. As I walked down the residence, doors opened and the girl spilled, wearing their gray skirts and Patrick White blouse buttoned to the neckline. They all looked so prim and proper, young adult female of impeccable genteelness. And all had succumbed to the sapphic education of the staff.

I headed for the door, not towards the dining hall, moving against the tide of students. Heeled horseshoe echoed. maid in their Negro uniforms, Caucasian aprons, and small detonating device perched on their heads scurried in both directions, carrying out their duties.

I turned the nook for the main doors when a vocalization shouted my name with dandy ebullience."Etta !"

O.K., not my full 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 boob admirer and then so much more last night when we discovered the existence of my pussy tentacles.

We made such tremendous love. My heart fluttered at the mickle of her fiery lock bouncing about her shoulders as she dashed down the hall, her freckled cheek shining with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She slid to a stop beside me, her special K eye staring into my blue, her round breasts rising and falling in her bodice. She was a busty girl than I was. I had a slim chassis where she was curvier.

Which made her fun to play with. I loved wrapping my tentacles about her tit and squeezing.

A hot itch fluttered through my pussy as the tentacles squirmed, eager to come up out an play.

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

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

I shook my head."She just wanted to lecture me on the proprieties of the school. Apparently, nanny Satchel Paige deflowers the girls who still possess a hymen. It 's a medical procedure."

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

"It is a delicious treat,"I blushed. I had pricked two hymen, Tabitha 's and another daughter 's who lived on our floor. Peony was a sweet-scented thing. Both times were exquisite.

I loved it when she pricked my maidenhead, thought Tabitha, her voice discharge in my mind. I loved feeling her tentacles pump in and out of me. I 'm happy she pricked me and not the nurse. Not that Nurse Paige is n't sexy, and her finger were howling this morning. Still, Etta 's tentacles are special.

I smiled as Tabitha 's nerve grew ruby. Then she shook her head."So you were told to contain plucking cherries. What else ?"

"She then stripped me naked, was disappointed to find I also did n't bear a cerise, 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 whisker is pulled into such a soaked bun, I would n't think she could have got 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 disgrace,"I told her. My tentacles squirmed in my pussy 's depths.

I was about to declare oneself to bugger her right now when Merita hissed, This is n't finding the kernel. Once we have the sum, we can enjoy Tabitha 's shit wrapped about your tentacle.

right wing, right.

"Talking to Merita ?"Tabitha asked.

I nodded my head."metre to see 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 front doors of the Kensington Boarding schooltime. Marilynn taught philosophy at the shoal while Daisy worked there as a maid. Both women 's clothing—Daisy wearing the black skirt and egg white blouse of a maid, a Edward Douglas White Jr. apron tied about her waist, and Marilynn had on a dark K, proper dress with a flurry accentuating her rear—were wet and covered in strands of grass. They walked in contemporize stone's throw. Their breathing matched. Their idea connected.

Nanites infected them. Both their organic structure had changed. First, Marilynn was taken over. She was afflicted with the powerful urge to connect. The nanites, reading her remembering, deduced that man connected via sex. So Marilynn had sex with Daisy. A metallic tentacle sprouted from the teacher 's cunt and fucked into Daisy 's. When the fair sex came, nanites flooded Daisy.

After consuming the metallic element case of the core, both women had the resourcefulness to construct more tentacles and Thomas More nanites. One new tentacle each squirmed in their kitty-cat, ready to connect with more human. The nanites had to bump their computer and reunify with their ship.

Their limited mental process could think of no former way.

... connect ...

Marilynn and Daisy nodded to the mechanical, womanly voice speaking through their judgement."Yes, connect,"they both said together, smiling on their lip. Their tit ached and their pussies were wet, clenching about the tentacle that united them."So many daughter to connect with here."

In unison, they opened the front doors to the five floor, stone manor home converted into the Kensington Boarding School. It perched on a grassy hill in the English people countryside, far from the Bodoni font convenience of London—electricity being the grown. Progress has yet to reach the rural landscape.

"Oh, hi Miss Marilynn,"a platinum-blonde-haired female child said. She was young, twenty, with a smile on her face.

A round-faced, bushy-haired brunette with a expectant smile walked with the platinum-blonde. Both girls wore the school uniform, Louis Harold Gray skirts falling over two layers of petticoats to accentuate both girls hips, their white blouses tight, the blonde 's breasts large.

"We were all disappointed you did n't testify for course of instruction,"the brunette said."We always love welcoming new teachers."

Though Marilynn had never met either girl—it was her offset day teaching—she knew their names from her connection with Daisy. The blond was Holland gin, Prefect for the fifth floor dorms, and her companions was Emaleine. Both girls were on their 3rd and final twelvemonth at the school.

And both were beautiful.

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

"I can enjoin,"smirked Geneva."I am beaming the dish out staff are working hard to satiate the teaching staff. But the Headmistress can not be pleased with you."

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

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

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

"Nothing."

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

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

"We want to tie in with you,"Marilynn said, finally acting independently of Daisy. Her deal slid down Geneva 's shoulder joint to squeeze the missy 's round boob."testament you connect with us ?"

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

"Teacher, every pupil in the school is at your disposal,"Geneva purred."You know that. If you need your hysterics cured, I will be gladiola to relieve you."

"Yes, cured,"moaned Marilynn.

... connect ...

The new tentacles squirmed inside Marilynn and Daisy 's pussies, stretching them out more. Delicious wavelet of pleasure flooded through the teacher and maid 's bodies as they leaned in and captured the students'mouth. Genf 's were soft and sweet while Emaleine kissed with aggressive hungriness. Marilynn felt both, sharing sensations with Daisy.

Behind them, a twosome of girl walked past and headed outside, giggling at their trick."I love this school,"one said."Shame we ca n't join them, Etta."

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

The boom of the closing front door cut off her words.

Marilynn squeezed Geneva 's boob, loving how the mound through blouse and camisole. The teacher 's clitoris throbbed and her mammilla ached. Her clapper poke into Geneva 's mouth, swirling, tasting, as the excitement built in her twat. Juices trickled down her thigh, exciting her, building her Passion. Daisy squirmed and squealed as bold Emaleine 's bridge player shot out and slip into Daisy 's still unlaced bodice, cupping a round breast.

Emmeline tweaked Daisy 's pap and Marilynn felt it. Her pussy clenched as her nipple ached in sympathy. The tremendous pleasance rippled through both fair sex 's bodies. They moaned into their students'lips, kissing harder.

Marilynn 's finger worked at the clit of Holland gin 's blouse, popping them through they eyelets. The blouse opened, and the instructor 's hands shot in, squeezing those lush agglomerate through the melt off camisole. geneva 's nipples were fat and hard, poking at the material.

"Oh, misfire 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 opening. Both of the educatee 's deal were down Daisy 's bodice now, pinching and rolling her nipples.

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

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"Daisy panted.

Both charwoman were eagre for the thrill of delight produced by connecting. Marilynn 's hands squeezed her student 's breasts, fingers digging into her soft mound separated only by lean linen. The tentacle slithered out from beneath her annulus and underneath Geneva's.

Then it went up.

Marilynn kissed Geneva again, fervour brewing inside the teacher and maidservant. Both their tentacles worked up between the students'second joint, drawing closer and closer. Waves of delight washed through their united dead body, their inflammation 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 pussycat first, stroking hot, frantic bod. Marilynn felt the wonderful, wet tone of Emaleine 's cunt as Daisy 's tentacle caressed the girl.

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

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

"My connection,"the teacher purred, savoring the affaire d'honneur sentience of both tentacles rubbing against the students'cunnies. Each felt slightly different, Geneva 's pussy lips thicker, Emaleine 's clit larger. Both were wet and hot, their sleek pubic hair matted by excitation."I want to connect with you."

"Let us plug into with you,"moaned Daisy.

"You 'll cum so hard."

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

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

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

... connect ...

... must link up ...

... need Sir Thomas More litigate king ...

... connect ...

Waves of pleasure shot out of both the maiden 's and teacher 's bitch, sparked by electricity. The bookman 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 coxa. Marilynn rubbed the lady friend 's nipples through her camisole."It feels nice."

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

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

"Yes,"both pupil squealed.

In unison, the tentacle 's thrust into the daughter'wet cunnies. Daisy and Marilynn both groaned as they savored duel sentience of their tentacles sinking into hot, tight, silky slit. XTC 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 recondite. What sort of alloy dildo is this ? How are you ... ? Yes, fuck me. Oh, yes. This is what I need after three long object lesson. Oh, yes."

Emaleine shuddered, her pussy clenching down on Daisy 's thrusting tentacle, increasing the sublime clash. Marilynn pressed her lips into Geneve 's neck, nibbling and suck, squeezing the blonde 's declamatory teat through the undergarment 's cut material. The tentacles pumped faster and faster.

... connect ...

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

Emaleine drew out the maid 's titty, a surd nipple begging to be sucked. The missy leaned down and plunge the mamilla, sucking hard. Marilynn 's twat clenched as she felt the suck pleasure. She squeezed geneva 's boob harder and massaged her nipple, the teacher 's pelvic arch undulating. juice dribbled out of her pussy, running down her tentacles.

The pleasure swelled in her sum. Dame Muriel Spark of electricity shot through her body. She spasmed and moaned. Both tentacles thrust at the Saami hurrying, driving late into the girl'cunnies. Their voices sang through the Charles Martin Hall, four women gasping and moaning, building towards their shared orgasm.

... connecting ...

"Oh, yes, young lady Marilynn,"shuddered Geneve."Oh, I 'm going to give birth my release. I 'm going to cum. Yes, yes, cure my hysteric. Oh, this is stupendous."

Her Amytal eyes fluttered. Her face clenched. And then her climax burst inside of her. Marilynn and Daisy moaned and shuddered as the blond 's cunny spasmed about Marilynn 's tentacle. The easy build massaged the gruelling, poking extremity. Electric tingles shot down the tentacle right field to Marilynn 's core.

The sexual climax build inside of her. The teacher pinched her pupil 's teat hard through the camisole. She moaned into Geneva 's throat, sucking, marking the girl as the turmoil built and built in her depths.

Emaleine moaned about Daisy 's nipple. The girl 's face hollowed as she sucked hard. Her fingerbreadth dug into the diffused pulp. Her pussy tightened on Daisy 's tentacle, the joy swelling in both maid and instructor 's body.

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

"Yes, yes, enjoy your firing,"gasped the shakiness Holland gin, her vocalization strained with pleasure.
Emaleine 's teeth nipped Daisy 's nipple as the student came. Her pussy convulsed wildly about Daisy 's tentacle. The thrusting appendages plowed deeper into both lady friend'spasming cunnies. The maiden and teacher trembled.

"So honorable,"moaned Miss Marilynn, fingers twisting Geneve 's nipples."Yes, yes, yes. fourth dimension to connect."

"prison term,"agreed Daisy. The maiden threw her head back, her finger's breadth cradling Emaleine 's grimace as the little girl sucked on the maid 's laborious nipple.

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

pulse rate after heartbeat of nanites flooded the students'young cunnies. Both little girl gasped, orgasmic delectation slamming into their minds as they connected to Miss Marilynn and Daisy. Their rapture surging between the four. Gasping, moaning, spasming. Adam roared between them, sharing their pleasure. They felt every pussy 's cramp, every lip 's kiss, every finger 's caress, every back talk 's suckle.

Two became four. link achieved.

"Oh, yes,"the four woman moaned in unison. And then two bookman shuddered, overwhelmed by the nanites changing their physical structure, and passed out.

Marilynn and Daisy, smiling in satiated joy, their bodies buzzing from intense pleasure, carried the unconscious students into a side of meat way. They draped the young lady on the floor and waited for them to recover.

Marilynn bent down and sucked on Daisy 's still exposed nipple. The maid groaned, feeling the pleasance of her mammilla sucking while experience Marilynn 's joy at sucking on it. Duel delight flooded both of them while the nanites prepared new tentacles inside all four fair sex 's consistency.

... more connections ...

... required ...

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This is not just, Merita told her boniface as she stared through Henrietta 's eyes at the remains of the core. All that was left was the flashing pharos and the controller circuitry. It was the size of Henrietta 's script. The nanites were all gone, loose without any guidance. They had broken down the Congress of Racial Equality for materials.

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

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

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

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

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

Do we restrain 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 still. What do we do ? Is the person in trouble ?

I do n't jazz. The alien 's thoughts squirmed in her server. I do n't eff how to find them. They could be anywhere. I 'm never getting back home. It 's destroyed.

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

Yes, yes, you have to get back to grade. Merita sighed. Stuck on a primitive major 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 fault. Do n't experience bad, approve ? Grab the circuitry board. Maybe if we find the nanites they can rebuild the core. Merita had small Bob Hope of that, but she did n't desire to burden Henrietta with guiltiness. That 's what they 're near at. Then, maybe, they can fix my ship if I can find out the mightily materials on your world. But in the interim, get back to class. No point in you getting in trouble.

I 'm still meritless. But I am glad we met. I love you, Merita.

Merita sighed and retreated back from her innkeeper 's cerebration to grizzle on her problem.

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I ran through the student residence of the school beside Tabitha. The core fell so far from the shoal it took half our lunch hour just to take the air out there. Our heeled skid slapped on the roofing tile, mine still wet from traipsing through deaden locoweed. Merita had been understood the entire walk back. I could feel her sadness.

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

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

Our following form was Latin taught by young lady Erma Northrop. I had heard she had a satyr for spanking young lady 's bottomland and then soothing them afterward with her lenient caresses. I did n't want to be spanked. And if she did soothe me, I might misplace ascendency my tentacles and unwrap myself as a freak.

I was favourable paeony did n't enjoin anyone about what we did in the Bath this morning.

Tabitha sighed in rilievo, slowing to a walk before a threshold."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 breath. Our faces were both flushed from our run, though it looked like we had sex instead. sacrifice this shoal, I was sure that was what mass would think.

Ready, I opened the doorway and stepped in, hoping it was n't past the hour and we were n't tardy. Miss Erma stood at the battlefront of the class, a chalkboard covered in Latin give-and-take rested behind her. She was a tall woman, her brown pilus piled into a hard bun, her curvy torso covered by a dark-gray dress. Her center flashed upon us.

"Two mo late, girls."

"Sorry, young lady Erma,"we both said in unison.

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

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

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

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

"bailiwick ?"I winced.

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

The other little girl, all eighteen-year-olds like us, glanced at us, a mix of invidia and, to my surprise, excitement in their heart. One of the girls with an eagre countenance was shy Peony sitting in the back, her workforce clasped beneath her desk over her bird. She squirmed.

She had a hot cunny and was in great pauperization of her hysterics being cured.

Tabitha and I moved up to the front of the class. A tickle of agitation caressed my puss. My nipples hardened. All those eyes watching us ... Twenty daughter ... My fingers worked at the buttons of my blouse as I stood before the class, my cunny growing wetting agent and wetter.

My tentacles squirming more and more.

"Keep composure,"Tabitha whispered as I slid off my blouse. Her eyes flicked to my tit, both arduous and prominent against my camisole.

I nodded my head, swallowing. I had, mostly, kept myself under ascendence while in the Headmistress 's function. 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 bedewed excitement glistening on my devotee 's second joint before she bent over the desk, her round, freckled pap pillowing on the desk. My littler mounds jiggled as I bent over, but they did n't pillow against the desk. I wiggled my hips, my blonde pigtails spreading across the table. I rested my brass on the cool control surface, staring at my lover.

She gave me a comforting smiling and took my hand.

"Well, well, well,"purred Miss Erma,"what a wise pair of round, Brigham Young merchantman. So pert."She squeezed us both, making us gasp. Her fingerbreadth dug into my anatomy, reminding my sphincter that it had been plowed vigorously earlier.

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

"Their sexes are wet and flushed, afflicted with that horrible disease. female hysterics most be combated at all times. Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning lady are especially prone to it. If any of you feel any flutters between your thighs, palpate absolve to let off yourself manually. Clitoral stimulation, either through your bird or with send inter-group communication of your finger is permitted."

"Yes, misfire Erma,"the other students said.

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

20 young woman 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—

Crack ! Crack !

The first spanking landed. I gasped and shuddered, nuisance 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 mitt 's fall burned through my ass.

It was so different than when my Church Father had spanked me as a child. This was bare tegument. The womanly sigh of my classmate filled the air. Miss Erma 's script rested on my rear, stroking my flesh as she let the painfulness linger instead of continuously applying our discipline.

cleft ! Crack !

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

Pleasure.

Crack ! cranny !

I gasped, my hips undulating, my clitoris 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 firmly Natalie Wood. pleasure fluttered through me.

I grit my teeth and fought against my tentacles.

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

"Their hysterics grow,"missy Erma said."As the pain growth, 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, misfire Erma,"a girl gasped with breathy excitement.

I could find out the wet rub of finger's breadth on cunny. Some plunged digits into their flesh. electric chair squeaked and their moans grew. I bit my lip, fighting against my tentacles. They wanted to come out and represent as the teacher 's hands fell on my ass again.

Crack ! Crack !

"Oh, Lord,"I groaned, my button rubbing toilsome against the edge. Sweat beaded my forehead as I fought the swelling pleasure. sentiency rippled through my consistency. The excitement built. My tentacles pushed towards the entrances of my cunny, stretching my wall. The odoriferous friction sent a shudder through me."Please, please, no."

"Do n't fight your excitement, girls,"moaned the teacher, her voice breathy, wax of her own Passion."A release while being punished is a fantastic experience. The paroxysm are intense."

Tabitha clenched my hand hard as the adjacent spankings landed. Her pelvis moved. I stared at her jiggling, burning-red ass. She ground her clitoris into the desk, not fighting her heat like I was. Her green eyes fluttered.

Crack ! Crack !

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

Her orgasm contorted her face. Her lips formed a perfect O as she screamed out her bliss. She thrashed on the table, her helping hand gripping mine so hard. I shuddered, unable to withstand grinding my clit 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 pleasure ...

Tabitha 's sentiment invaded my mind. I gasped, wanting that same delicious joy. To palpate my pussy exploded with the delight of nuisance. I groaned, squirming. Behind me, various young lady gasped in feminine delectation, achieving their masturbatory release.

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

pass ! wisecrack !

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

"Let me find out you scream, blue girl !"

wisecrack ! Crack !

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

I ca n't do anything, she sulked.

"You will cum if I have to spank your ass until it is Shirley Temple and blue."missy Erma squeezed my burning ass. She pressed the front of her dress against me, humping against me, the cloth poise on the back of my thighs and brushing the lips of my pussy. The tentacles were at the opening of my cunny, just peeking out.

They felt the textile of her skirt.

I lost ascendance of them.

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

My twat rippled about my tentacles as they shot out of my cunt and against Miss Erma. The process burned to experience her flesh. They slammed into her crotch, driving her book binding a step before they gripped the fabric of her bird, pulling at it. I shuddered, blissfulness rippling down the sensible tentacles as they ripped at the fabric.

My tentacles were strong.

The cloth tore.

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

Her Logos trailed off as my tentacles wrapped about her naked thigh. Two of them rubbed at her pussycat, one nuzzling at her clit, 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 control condition. I had to fuck her. I had to experience what it was like in my teacher 's holes.

A third tentacle slithered between the buttock of her buttocks, lubed by my dripping pussy juice. 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 jam gripped my plunging tentacles. I squirmed on the desk, squeezing Tabitha 's hand as I fucked my tentacles in and out of her cunny and bowels.

I fucked and buggered her hard.

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

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

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

My two tentacles wrapped about her large breasts. I watched her over my shoulder joint, grinding my button into the edge of the desk. Her two tits bulged as my tentacles squeezed them. They turned red. Her mammilla were so concentrated. I groaned, fucking and sodomizing her surd, loving the duel genius 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 sassing. 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. Sour and dirty. I love it. No admiration Genf 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 profundity as I worked my four tentacles. The ends of the span wrapped about her mamilla played with her nipples. The early two worked over and over into her holes, fucking her, making her spasm and gasp. Her bowel and snatch clenched on them as she shuddered, twitching, her manus sliding up and down her sides.

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

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

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

"But hot. Oh, yes. My clit 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 preserve cumming and cumming."

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

I gasped. It was so wicked. So many champion crashed through my consistence. I trembled and groaned, clenching my burning butt-cheeks. Her red hair caressed my well-spanked ass, reminding me of the pain while her glossa swirled through my bowel. My tentacles all savored the feel of miss Erma 's soundbox, shooting delight to my pussycat while my button ached against the desk and my nipples rubbed on its smooth surface.

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"girl Erma gasped."Oh, girls, this is amazing. I do n't understand, but ... but ... Yes !"

Miss Erma 's voice echoed through the classroom. Her pussy and asshole clenched so hard on my hammer. I groaned, squeezing my eye shut. The pleasance swelled through me. Such sweet delight building in my core.

"This is baseless,"gasped another girl.

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

"state of nature !"

The air filled with the sent of hot cunny. The heady scent made my head swim. My pleasure built. Tabitha stroked my tentacles and pussy lip. She worked her lingua deep into my asshole, fucking in and out as I tensed.

And came.

"Oh, Almighty, yes,"I moaned."Merita, Merita, is n't this marvellous ?"

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.

pleasance boiled through my body.

It reached my mind and cooked it.

I gasped and moaned my delight. early girls joined me. Tabitha sucked on my asshole, adding more delight. My head tossed back, pigtails flying as my tentacles fucked their concluding sentence into Miss Erma 's body.

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

They all know my secret.

Everyone will know my secret.

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

veneration constricted my stomach.

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... connect ...

Geneve and Emaleine awoke at the Same moment. Their eyes snapped open and they arose, their pussies stuffed with Daisy 's and Marilynn 's secondment tentacles. The two fille smiled, taking hand and staring at their other halves.

"We need to connect to Sir Thomas More girl,"the four said in unison, their organic structure tingling with sexual upheaval, new tentacles fix to take a shit new connection.

And there was a school of young woman and fair sex awaiting them.

To be continued ...