Boarding schooltime Encounter
Chapter V : Henrietta Buggered by the Headmistress
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

"What were you and peony doing in the bath ?"Tabitha asked as she dropped her nightgown from last night into the laundry hoop in our shared room. Mine followed.

We stood naked in our small elbow room, my base dancing on the cold floor board and my teeth chattering. It was so fond in the Bath and so common cold in here. It turned out that the girl of our dorm had our own Roman flair bathing tub, a tumid consortium of piped up spring pee. While our school lacked electricity, it had plumbing. The urine was so slack up, especially with neural, petite, and virginal peony pressed against me.

"Kissing,"I answered, my impertinence going red as I remembered how wonderful Peony felt, our wet soundbox pressed together as she leaned against the edge of the bath, our hips humping, our clitorides rubbing together.

One of my pussy tentacles fucking Peony 's cunny.

That was toothsome, Merita, the lesbian alien who had merged with my soundbox, whispered in my creative thinker. It was because of her that I had the four tentacles that sprouted out of my sex. They were long and flexible, and as tender as my nipples. It was such a delight to ream them in and out of a girl 's cunny or to sodomize her intestine. I had plucked my roommate and lover Tabitha 's hymen then paeony 's in the bath only arcminute ago.

"It looked like you were doing more than kissing her,"Tabitha said, a severe twinkle in her eye."She was gasping so hard. She had quite the handout, a right remedy for her hysterics."

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

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

I blinked. It was the first clip since I met Tabitha yesterday that she had called me by my first name. Usually, she called me Etta. I stared at her as I pulled out a clean camisole from my pectus of underdrawers, eager to dress.

"If someone finds out about your tentacles and freaks out ..."Tabitha bit her lip."They might complain you out of the shoal or something. I mean ..."Tabitha 's eye flicked down to my blond curls adorning my naked groin."I understand. And I guess Peony must too, but ... what about the early fille ? And the teacher ?"

"I know."I sighed, pulling the camisole over my header and letting it decline across my small breasts and down to my hips. I pulled it down so it covered my mid thigh."But it was so aphrodisiacal. Everyone was making love around us. And Geneva tongued your sphincter muscle while rubbing your cunny, and your boobs were shaking, and Peony was so delicious and timid 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 give the communal bathing tub every morning. And every forenoon I 'll be surrounded by sex. Wonderful, luscious, forbidden passion. lesbian dear. It 's sinful and I love it. And you know what happens when my cunny gets excited."

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

Which is why we need to find the core of my ship, Merita said. As soon as potential. Before another human encounters it.

How will that help my tentacle problem ? You have to have me until the nanites cure me. When I found Merita 's crashed spaceship finale nighttime, an ovate object in a crater which I mistook for a falling star, I tripped and broke my neck. I would have died if she did n't save me. But the nanites—which I did n't understand what those were, but apparently they were little automaton inside my consistence repairing my wound, like little wind-up plaything or something—were rejected by my body. Merita had to have me to let them exploit. How long will that take ?

It 's going slower than I hoped. It 'll be days. Week or more.

"hoi polloi are going to find out,"I groaned, sinking onto my bed while I watched Tabitha clout on her stockings up her smooth, pallid thighs, her red hair swishing about her berm and her breasts jiggling beneath her camisole. Her nipples were hard, the framework thin enough to take in them dark shadows that I wanted to breastfeed on.

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

This was no good. Everything was turning me on. I grew hysterical so easily, and I wanted to be cured. Right now. I had orgasmed in the bathing tub 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 wonderful, Merita agreed. On my abode satellite, I would ca-ca love to five or more female all day, just exploring each others holes with our tentacles, loving each other, and cumming over and over. It was a howling way to pass the day.

persona of the alien, sapphic bacchanal blastoff through my creative thinker. Merita in the center, her hairless, purple body writhing, the four tentacles, which sprouted from her pelvis and not her pussy, undulating as she caressed her lovers. Their skin were all several hue of lilac and purple. Some had prominent breasts, other small, their tit hard. They licked and sucked and fingered and tentacled each other, gasping and moaning. I could feel them.

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

Sorry, sorry.

Tabitha stopped pulling up her second stocking and stared at the writhing tentacles. She squirmed, luxuria burning in her green optic. I could almost hear her persuasion. Wow, I love those tentacles, and they 're dripping in Etta 's juices. It would be so hot to figure out them right now. We do n't necessitate to go to form. We can be no-show and relish ourselves.

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

Tabitha blinked and cocked her head, staring at me.

"What ?"I frowned.

"Nothing, naught. I 'm shot I 'm that transparent. I just have sex your tentacles so much. They 're just wonderful. Especially when they 're touching me."Tabitha fell back on her bed, squeezing her thighs together."Oh, my hysteric are back. I 'm all fluttery and jittery. And now we have to get to class."

"Sorry,"I said.

I 'm grim, too. I did n't mean to provoke you, Henrietta, or sweet-flavored Tabitha.

"Merita 's sorry, too."

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

"She does present me spicy things sometimes,"I admitted and grabbed my stockings. I pulled them on quickly."We right hurry. We 're dawdling. We do n't want to get a demerit."

And when are we going out to look for the core ?

Lunch, I sighed. I can skip it. But not breakfast. I am starving. My stomach proved me honest by growling. Okay. It 'll be just a few hour. Then we 'll find it. I have the image scanner in my skirt. I had taken it from her ship before we left it finally night.

After pulling on my stockings, I slipped on the two stratum of petticoats. Our shoal uniform lacked fuckup of any sorting, which I found unusual. I felt so naked beneath my petticoat. But now I understood what sort of school this was. I had a feeling that all sorting of debauched, lesbian behavior occurred during schoolhouse 60 minutes under the pretence of curing"female hysterics."I had always been taught that char did not feel the low, debased lusts like men, that we were arrant creatures.

It was such a lie. We had them, too, we just called it something else and pretended it was a medical problem. 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 gay woman. And there was null wrong with that. No subject what the preacher or the administration said.

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

I nodded my head and grabbed my ankle-length, gray dame, pulling it on over my underskirt. The two layers gave me more hips than I had in genuine life. I pulled on my ovalbumin blouse succeeding, buttoning it up to my neck like a proper woman and tucking it into my bird. Then I combed my hair while Tabitha tamed her wild, fiery mane. I pulled my blonde curls into pigtails—my preferred style—tying them with garden pink medal. Tabitha did n't tie back her hair but let it fall in natural waves around her freckle nerve. We laced up our heeled shoes and were ready for class.

The early girls of our floor bustled out of their rooms, wearing monovular uniforms, their whisker styled in different manner. Some were braided, like Prefect Geneva 's platinum-blonde plait, others loose, like paeony 's black hair. The shy miss glanced at me, her hands clutched before her, then she darted down the hallway.

"Well, she looks like a galvanise doe,"Tabitha muttered, giving me a worried look.

I swallowed and nodded my head. What if she talked ? That would n't be skillful. 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 residence hall lay on the twenty percent and highest floor. As we descended the stairs, missy from the fourth and tertiary trading floor joined us, all with big grinning and rosy-cheeked cheeks.

I bet they had their own Roman trend baths.

I took a abstruse breath, scared to front my first day of category at the Kensington Boarding School. The Harlan Fiske Stone bulwark of the mansion reverberated with talking as we swept down the stairs to the 1st floor. We followed the tide of girls through the mansion towards the dining room for breakfast. A few of the shoal 's maidservant scurried past us in their black and white uniforms.

I wondered if they wore bloomers beneath their chick ?

My puss 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 straining to turn back her large 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 maidservant, naked and lying on a bed, her large breast forming mild mounds that beckoned.

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

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

Well, it 's not weird on your planet to ingest tentacles, but it is on mine.

I took long, dim intimation, clenching Tabitha 's script. My friend gave me a keep grin, her lips so lush and sweet and I knew just how kissable they were and how wonderful her script were and how amazing it was to ...

Nope. Stop that.

Ahead of us was nanny Satchel Paige 's infirmary on Tabitha 's face of the hallway. The door opened and the nanny stepped out, a big smile on her lips, her cheeks rosy. Though she was only in her twenties, she had a motherly air about her, accented by her curvy physical structure. Her smile swept over the girls walking by, many greeting her with polite,"Good morning, Nurse Paige."

"Morning, lady friend,"the blonde nurse would reply.

And then she snagged peony out of the crowd. The dark-haired girl gasped as Nurse Paige, with dexterity that had to come with exercise, hiked up both peony 's dame and two layers of petticoats, plunging her hired hand between the girl 's thigh and rubbing at her cunny.

"Yes, yes, you need to have your hysteric cured, my dear,"nanny Satchel Paige beamed, and then she frowned."Although, what happened to your maidenhead, child ?"

peony 's cheek went red as she squirmed on the Nurse 's pumping fingers. Giggles erupted from the surrounding girl. I groaned as waves of rut washed through me. Yesterday, I had my initiatory orgasm at the deal of nursemaid Paige during my physical. She licked my cunny and clitoris until I had my paroxysms of bliss.

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

As Tabitha and I passed, the nurse 's arm hooked out and conquer Tabitha, pulling my friend close."And you have the fervent blood of the Kelt in you. I know that means you need to have your hysteric cured."

Our fingers parted. I turned to my friend, trying to snatch her hired man, but the tide of girls carried me away.

"No, no, I 'm hunky-dory,"Tabitha protested as Nurse Leroy Robert Paige deftly lifted her annulus and underskirt with one hand and plunged between my lover 's thigh."Oh, oh, nanny Paige."

"Hmm, another female child that 's lost her maidenhead."The Nurse tutted her tongue.

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

I swallowed and nodded, forced along with the other girls to breakfast while my devotee was fingered by the nurse. Her moans and paeony 's echoed over the bombination of conversation. My pitiable cunny was on fire. Tentacles squirmed in my depths, eager to burst out and wager. It was n't fair.

I was so steamy. Why did Nurse Leroy Robert Paige choose Tabitha ? I could give birth had so much fun with them. Nurse Leroy Robert Paige could cause plunged her fingers into my cunny, and her thumb could have rubbed my clitoris. I would heave 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 second joint, smearing kitty succus onto my flesh and stockings. I groaned, my tentacles so sensitive. I closed my eyes for a moment, fighting to get them to retract and grateful for my skirt and layers of half-slip so no one could see them.

My forehead furrowed and the tentacles, reluctantly, slithered back inside of me. I gasped as they moved against the walls of my pussy, the friction delicious. And then my cunny relaxed, no longer stretched full open by them.

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

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

It 's not your geological fault. I would be dead without you. I took a abstruse breath. Besides, I am developing tactile 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 Radclyffe Hall, I imagined I could hear Tabitha moaning her delight. Yes, yes, yes, nurse Satchel Paige. Cure my hysteric. Your fingers are so abstruse into my cunny. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.

Her words sounded so clear in my imagination. I sighed, biting my lip. I had to stop over dwelling on sex. It was breakfast. I looked around for a place to sit, all the tables ladled with platters of sausage and bacon and toast and jams.

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

"Thanks,"I said, taking a seat. I squirmed to get comfortable, my clitoris aching between my thighs.

"Lucky paeony and Tabitha getting fingered by nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige,"sighed Darcy who sat across from me, a pinko bow surmounting the top of her brown hair, holding it back off her shoulders. She was an old young woman than me, nineteen."go year, she only fingered me twice on the way to breakfast."

"But she was always fingering Marguerite,"Maria said, another sometime girlfriend. She had such beautiful pregnant chad as she smiled, which set off her sandy-blonde curls.

"Who ?"I asked.

"Oh, she graduated lastly year. I hear she married a banker and hired a Delicious maid who knows how to use her tongue."Calophyllum longifolium giggled."I know all my maidservant will have to be so skilled when I set up my house."

"It is a ignominy we have to wed men,"I sighed.

They all giggled."But if we did n't, then who would make the money ?"asked 5, a new little girl like me. She sat beside Maria."I have various wooer back rest home. All three are wealthy, even if they are such boors. Not like this place. It is so ... stimulating."

Your multitude are so crude. fair sex should be free to clear their own money and marry each other if they want.

I agree, Merita. I would end up marrying a robust tike, too, probably one of my Fatherhood 's business associates. Then I would have a nice home, raise his children, and hoped I lived close decent to Tabitha so we could give birth"tea"everyday.

We joked about the value of a maid who knew how to use her knife and a Captain James Cook who knew how to use a carrot, which I thought was wicked. Tabitha appeared after ten or so minute of arc, her face flushed, and a huge grinning on her face. She plopped down in the void death chair and gave me a nimble kiss on the brass before piling her plate with sausage and kippers.

"Boy, Nurse Leroy Robert Paige really knows how to set up a little girl for the day."

Darcy gave an enthusiastic nod.

After breakfast, it was time for class. I would feature Math with Miss Maurine short circuit, Natural scientific discipline with Madalyn Virgo, English with Miss temptress Averill, then lunch—Please find the core group, Henrietta—followed by Latin with girl Erma Northrop, and survive Philosophy with Miss Marilynn Gully. Tabitha shared my agenda, which I found to be a easement, but other girls had dissimilar single and the elderly missy had a few unlike courses.

"Do you have any estimate where these rooms are ?"I asked Tabitha as we left the dining anteroom, the amah coming in to clear up the mess from breakfast.

"Vaguely,"Tabitha said."I did make it the day before you, and I took the meter to search. All the classroom are on the starting time and second floors. And I recall that girl Maurine 's classroom is on the first floor and ... well, there she is."

Tabitha pointed to the woman with her black fuzz twisted into ringlets heading down the G. Stanley Hall. We hurried after. We could n't get lost if we followed our teacher to socio-economic class. Which made us the beginning too arrive. We took fundament up front, our back straightaway. Text books lay on each of the table, the covers battered and worn by geezerhood of bore students.

I swallowed. Arithmetic had never been my strongest suite. But the Kensington embarkment School believed in educating Loretta Young fair sex as strenuously as young men. Many of its graduates would apply for schoolhouse at oxford or Cambridge while others used the prestige and refinement to help land a better wedding match.

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

As much as I hated math, there was one nice thing about it—the subject field was so boring sex was driven from my thoughts. Merita was no help, despite how bring forward her people were. Her citizenry practice base eight math. I had trouble understanding just what that meant, but Merita had no understanding of our stem ten math. I did n't even bang our maths was base ten.

When the year ended, I had a headache.

Tabitha 's green eyes were equally glazed. I took her script and the yoke of us navigated the shoal to the natural science classroom. It took us a few sham starts to witness Miss Madalyn 's classroom. It turned out to be on the start trading floor, not the second, and we were almost late.

"There you are, young lady,"beamed misfire Madalyn, a woman in a black wearing apparel, her brownish fuzz in a bun, and a well-disposed 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 wonderful olfactory property about her, an exciting perfume. I was so mindful of her body pressed against mine, her custody on the small of my backrest as she rubbed her impudence on mine. A wonderful tingling 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 begin with geology. I believe that will give you a gravid foundation when we move into inorganic chemistry in a few weeks. Now, on the board on the vertebral column I have many samples of Lucy Stone ..."

She lectured us on the three character of rocks—igneous, metamorphic, and sedimentary—showing us example of each. We handled them and stared at the caryopsis with magnifying lens. She had rocks from all over England and beyond, her phonation so excited as she talked about it.

Teaching was clearly her passion.

"OK,"she said as we stood to go forth,"I want you all to write an essay tonight on what your favorite type of stone is and why."

"Yes, young lady Madalyn,"we all said as we marched out.

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

She clamped her jaw shut as a maid bustled up to us in her blacken attire, white forestage tied across the front, and a minor, white cap resting on her brown curlicue. She had doe centre and a polite smile on her aspect as she stopped before me.

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

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

"Yes, Miss."The maid gave me a comforting smile, her eyes apologetic."I am sorry, Miss, but I have my statement. This way."

"But I have English next."

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

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

I threw a look over my shoulder joint at Tabitha. She watched me with pinch as I followed the maid down the hall. My philia round faster and faster with each pace. I chewed on my modest lip as the housemaid led me from the bustle of the students leaving our course and down to the first floor. Our steps echoed through the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. The housemaid walked with a stiff back and a brisk 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 distinguish, you just have to keep them under control. If the Headmistress does n't see them, then she wo n't believe Peony. It 's the only when 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 hired hand before me. My fingerbreadth worked together, stroking, playing, trying to cark me from my impending discipline.

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

"goodness, good, you may go about your duty, Sallie,"a stern articulation said."Miss Henrietta, enter."

I swallowed.

Sallie gave my articulatio humeri a squeeze before she bustled off. I grasped the bronze door handle, twisted, and pushed my way into the business office. The walls were covered in night, woods pane, hiding the stone bulwark, and there were several bookshelves. A vase of flowers set on a plinth on one slope of the room. inverse, hanging on the rampart, were several case of canes and paddle. I swallowed, wondering which would be used on me. Sitting behind a gravid, bully desk was Headmistress Edna Neville. A severe bun of Shirley Temple hair's-breadth pulled taut the peel of her brow, making her seem even sterner. She wore a red dress, buttoned to the neck and held closed by an ivory breastpin. She stood, her back straight, and stared at me with dark eyes.

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

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

Peony did assure. 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 concern from my voice.

Her smile grew on her lips, a dangerous smile."Strip."

I swallowed."striptease, Headmistress ?"

"Yes,"she purred."Do not tell me you are stupid, daughter. It is a uncouth discussion in English language. Do I have to define it ?"I heard the scourge in her tone. If you make me define it, girl, I will bend you over my desk and flush 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 appropriate at my shoal, miss Henrietta. So you will strip off every article of clothing and indicate me that pretty, nubile body of yours. nurse Paige has painted quite the descriptive tale 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 unclothe, I will take down one of those instruments and apply it with much muscularity on your backside."

I squeaked,"Yes, Headmistress,"and my men went to my blouse. I just had to keep in control of my passionateness. As long as they did n't go out of controller, as long as my tentacles did n't sprout, nothing would go damage. I would be perfectly fine.

I just had to stay in control. I could stay in control.

My fingers worked the buttons of my blouse as she walked to the wall covered in her instrument of field of study. My fingers blurred as they worked down my front. I had my blouse undone and untucked from my skirt by the fourth dimension 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 skirt tight about my shank.

"Pity,"she sighed then watched me flight strip. Her oculus were hearty, a smile curling up the nook of her lips.

A tingle of excitement rippled through my body. My nipples hardened against my camisole as I folded my skirt and set it atop my blouse resting on her desk. I took off my petticoats next, slipping them out from beneath my camisole and adding them to the stack of clothing. I leaned against her desk and pulled off my shoes. Then my stockings.

Her smile grew and seemed to communicate without words : What lush stage. nurse Satchel Paige was right about her. She is a gorgeous matter. Now let 's see all the charms. Take off the camisole, girl.

Her vocalism sounded so very in my point. My imagination so creative today. Her smoldering eyes made my trunk flush hotter, my cunny growing wet. This was serious. I drew off my underbodice over my body, revealing my blonde curls and my small breasts.

The Headmistress purred in delight.

"Yes, yes, yes, nanny Paige was right. You are a lovely thing."She walked to me as I stood before her desk, the air cold, my skin pebbling, and my nipples aching so punishing. I rubbed my work force up and down my arms, feeling the goose pimple as I shivered.

But the cold did n't rob me of my fervency. Not with her center burning as they looked at me. She reached out and cupped my small breast. Her thumb swiped over my nipple. I could n't avail the moan that escaped my lips.

My tentacles squirmed in my pussy.

Her paw trailed down my belly."Now Nurse Satchel Paige treated two of your classmates this sunrise for hysterics : Tabitha Smythe and Peony Featherton."

I squirmed, her finger's breadth drawing phone line of excitement across my tummy and then to my groin."I heard her name the discovery in the corridor this morning, Headmistress."

Her digit toyed with the Robert Floyd Curl Jr. of my puss."When nurse Paige gave the girls a physical two day ago, both had intact hymens. Normally, Nurse Satchel Paige enjoys breaking a Pres Young young woman 's maidenhead in her office, to lay down sure it is done as painlessly as possible."And pleasurably, I imagined the Headmistress adding. She has such a letch for a virgin 's cherry red."So she was greatly thwarted to discover both lady friend had their cherries well-plucked before she got her greedy paw on them."

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

She caressed my twat back talk. I groaned, biting my lip and fighting my tentacles. They wanted to get out. To wrap about the Headmistress, to eff her cunny and bugger her anatomical sphincter. Then to fondle her large white meat straining her frock and make believe 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's breadth rubbing at your cunny lips.

Trying not to, I moaned back.

"Mmm, just scrumptious,"purred the headmistress. Her fingers rubbed at my frame. I trembled, whimpering. Her other hand shot around me, grasping my raw ass, squeezing hard. She pressed against me. She was taller than me, her eyes looking down, burning with such lust.

And then her digit pressed into my twat. Two of them reaching in deep, nearing the tentacles squirming and aching to burst out of my cunny. I shivered, groaning, fighting the arch wizard bursting through me. Her fingerbreadth pumped in and out. They felt wonderful.

Her quarter round swiped about my clitoris. I gasped and shuddered. My middle rolled back in my school principal. I grit my tooth, my finger's breadth grasping her dark-red dress at the coxa, gathering the material as I struggled not to afford into the pleasure and let out my tentacles.

"You also have lost your virginal membrane 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 particular on how. Did you bring a dildo with you to schooling ?"

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

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

I gasped, my snatch clenching down on the Headmistress 's finger's breadth as they probed so deep into my juicy kitty, almost touching the tentacles. I fought again, groaning, squirming. I shivered as her lingua 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 require 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 explode out of me. Her thumb rubbing on my button was too often. My soundbox shook and convulsed."I ... I ..."

"Am a dirty slut,"hissed the Headmistress."Yes, yes, a dirty slut who brought a dildo to my school day and used it on my virgin. That 's Nurse Paige 's prerogative. You wo n't use it on any more girls'hymens. You will let our school nanny perform her medical exam procedures, and use her dildo on the miss. rightfulness ?"

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

She ripped her fingers out of my cunt, leaving me gasping and trembling. I swayed as she stepped back and smiled at her glistening digit. Pussy succus trickled down my thigh. My mamilla were so hard. I had to cum. I needed to cum. Even if it meant my tentacles would be exposed.

"Please, Headmistress. I ..."

She smiled, bringing her digit to her sassing and licking off my sweet musk."Please give you expel ?"

"Yes. I ... I ... I need it. I 'm so hysteric right wing now."

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

I flew to her, working the buttons down the back of her wearing apparel. The wearing apparel was strong, possessing a built in whalebone corset, which pulled on the buttons, making it difficult to undo. But I persevered. The frock slipped off her shoulder, revealing her camisole. She wiggled out of her dame, then I ripped down her half-slip as she pulled off her underbodice. She turned, her tit magnanimous, her nipples fat and operose. A thick, Shirley Temple Black chaparral covered her slit, matted by her excitement. She wore only reheel boots that when up to her knee and stockings held up by garters cinched stringent about her upper berth 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 drawer, and pulled out a turgid, phallic-shaped object made out of polished ebony. She licked the wooden shaft—A dildo, gasped Merita—as she sat on her desk, spreading her wooden leg wide.

"Use it on me. Get it soaked with my pussycat succus. Then I 'll use it on you."

"Yes, Headmistress,"I moaned. Could my tentacles sprouted if my cunny was plugged with the midst dildo ?

Maybe, Merita answered.

I took the wooden dildo. It was polished to such a unruffled aerofoil so there was no possible action of splinters. I knelt before the headmistress. The potent olfactory property of her sporting lady kitty filled my olfactory organ. I leaned in, licking hungrily at her pussy, her curly pubic hairs tickling my aspect as my natural language slid through her folds. She groaned, leaning back, shuddering as I caressed her clitoris.

She moaned, humping against my facial expression, her manus squeezing her tits as my clapper danced around her clitoris. I brought the dildo to the folds of her pussy, pressing against them. Her kitty lips were wooden-headed, protruding from her vulva. She was n't tight like Tabitha and me. I moved down, nuzzling and sucking on her pussy sass as I forced the dildo into her.

"Yes,"the Headmistress moaned, her legs shakiness as I worked the dildo deep into her cunny."Oh, you sweet lamb, yes. screwing my slit. stretch along it out. Yes, yes yes, then I 'm going to make love you. Oh, yes, what a sweet dear."

My natural language licked and sucked at her labia and clitoris 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 coal black calamus. It was thick, bigger than one of my tentacles, and it was so stir to lick it in and out of her pussy. She groaned, the desk creaking as she squirmed.

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

"Yes, yes, yes, you little slattern. Oh, you are so eager. 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 sustain the traditions of the shoal alive. To take Brigham Young women like you into the pleasures company denies us. Oh, yes. Keep tonguing me as you fuck that huge dildo into me. Oh, you 're going to know it when I fuck you with it."

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

"give me mine, and then I will ream you to your orgasm, Miss Henrietta."

She fell back on her desk, humping against me. Her digit dug deep into her heavy pitcher's mound. Her pinko nipple waved atop her bill. I wanted to crawl up her and sucking 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 hard pap with my sticky lips. She gasped and bucked as I engulfed the fat nub. It was twice the sizing of Tabitha 's nipple. I loved it in my backtalk. I sucked so hard.

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

She bucked and heaved as she orgasmed. She screamed wordless pleasure, too much rapture flowing through her to mouth. My imagination conjured words for her : Oh, yes, what a delicious fornicatress. Oh, Divine, she 's good. I love it. Oh, she 's going to be a wild one. Oh, yes. So good. misfire Henrietta is amazing.

I smiled as I squirmed. My cunt tentacles ached to collapse out. I lifted my backtalk from her tit as she spasmed a final time. Then she grinned at me, her face flushed. She leaned up, seized my hips, and kissed me hard.

My tentacles peeked out of my puss as I shuddered in her embrace. Her tongue licked at my sassing, tasting her working girl juice staining me. Her breasts brushed my tits, our nipples caressing. I groaned, straining to keep my tentacles in line.

She broke the candy kiss, grinning. She pushed me back and hopped off her desk, tits jiggling."Now it 's time for me to make love you. Bend that pretty ass over my desk so I can bugger you."

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

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

My asshole clenched. I had enjoyed buggering myself with a tentacle last night. I leaned over, my thigh tight. My tentacle still peeked out. I groaned, forcing it back inside before she noticed anything. She was too fussy attaching a leather harness about her shank 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 really dick and buggering her students. This should n't be a surprise.

But it was. A grand surprise.

The dildo dripped with her pussycat emollient 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. I gasped at the contact of her fluids.

"Oh, yes, you have such a precious rear. I ca n't resist. I love sodomizing girls with my big dildo."

She placed the tip at my son of a bitch and then she thrust.

I gasped as my sphincter gave way to her dildo, lubed by her pussy pick. She slid deeper and deeper into my arse. The burning at the stake pleasure shot to my pussy. The acute friction sent wave 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 inch of the toy. I gasped, squirming, my bowels clenching down on her dildo as my tentacles rubbed against my thighs. Every brushing fortuity sent frisson through me.

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

She drew back. My bowels clung to her dildo. The friction was intense. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. It was so blockheaded. It stretched me out. My tentacles wrapped about my thigh, two on each, constricting and relaxing. I wanted to send them out and touch her.

But I held back.

She slammed back into me. Her knife thrust hard. Her jetty smacked into my butt-cheeks. I gasped, watching her over my shoulder. Her breasts jiggled with the encroachment of our anatomy. Her hands grasped my hip. She moaned, drawing back her hips and then fucking into me again.

Over and over. I grunted each time. The friction ignited bliss with every bump. My bowel clung to her dick as she sodomized me over and over. My fingers gripped the sharpness of the desk as my tentacles rubbed up and down my thigh, shooting ecstasy to my kitty-cat 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."sod me. I love it. Oh, this is so hot."

"It is,"she moaned."Oh, yes, it is. Take my dildo. Oh, you little slut. Scream out how a good deal you love it when I sodomize you."

"I love it so much. Harder ! Faster ! I need my dismission. Please, please, give it to me."

The desk rocked. She buggered me so hard. My heart rolled back into my head. The pleasure built in my essence. My nipples rubbed on the cold-blooded open of her desk. My hips undulated as her strokes grew laborious and faster.

The pleasure explosion in her psyche. I felt it. Her opinion screamed out how a good deal she loved buggering me. The dildo 's base pressed on her clitoris. I was so caught up in the charge 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 the great unwashed were saying, but hearing their thoughts.

"Yes, yes, yes, you footling fornicatress,"she hissed in my psyche. So a good deal fun to bugger a pretty, fiddling thing. Look at those asscheeks writhe. And she 's tight. Oh, the pressure on my button is acute. I 'm going to cum so hard from sodomizing her.

"Yes, yes, cum, Headmistress,"I begged, my rosehip bucking up, our flesh slapping hard together. My tentacles clenched about my stage, gripping them, savoring the feel of them. The delight rippled up them to my pussy."Cum with me. I ... I ..."

"Cum you filthy whore !"

Her words triggered my paroxysm. My tentacles pulsed around my wooden leg as pussy juices squirted out of my spasming cunny. My pussy clenched and relaxed on the tentacles, savoring their girth while my gut writhed about her poking dildo.

The acute pleasure flooded through my body. It crashed through my mind. So much. My centre rolled back into my fountainhead. I groaned and gasped. I shuddered, undulating my hips, drinking in more and More of the cloud nine. I moaned out with every new wave of rapture flooding through me.

Such a good ass to sodomize. Oh, yes, I 'm going to cum so hard. She 's such a slut. Oh, yes. Look at her sphincter 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 salvo of delight crack through me. My tentacles clenched so hard on my legs it hurt. I moaned, fighting the urge to let them go raving mad as the joy boiled through me. The Headmistress buried her dildo into my depths, her fingernails biting into my pelvic arch as her digit clenched.

"Oh, you wonderful slut,"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 whoreson gaping open, feeling so empty-bellied. 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 trick of motion.

"miss Henrietta, you may trim and go."She paused."And recollect, result the deflowering to our medical staff."

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

And now it is luncheon clip, Merita said. Time to find the centre before any humans stumble on it.

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Miss Marilynn Gully and Daisy the Maid finished consuming the nitty-gritty 's canister shot, leaving only the flashing light behind. The two rose. It had taken hour to deplete it, the nanites patiently dissolving more than and Thomas More of the metal to provide the resourcefulness so they could link up to more entities and find the computer.

... connect ...

Both cleaning lady, joined by the metal tentacle buried in both their cunts, walked as one, side by side, across the grassy Moor. Their thoughts were full of excitement. New tentacles grew in both their twat, eager to tie to other women.

And there were many of them at the school.

... connect ...

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

They shuddered, eager for the rapture to come.

To be continued ...