Boarding Schooltime Encounter 06 : Henrietta Is Spanked By Her Teacher


Anal, Group-Sex, Lesbian, Oral-Sex, School, Spanking
Boarding School Encounter
Chapter Six : Henrietta is Spanked by Her instructor
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

My bowels had a tremendous ache to them as I stumbled out of the Headmistress 's office, once again curry. 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 fork with a curious, leather harness. She had pounded me with a terrific fervor, ramming her dildo deep into my bowel and giving me such an effervescent paroxysm of delight.

I came hard.

Yes, you did, Merita, the sapphic outlander who had possessed my trunk to bring through my life history, whispered in my creative thinker. And she did n't find out about your tentacles.

No, I agreed, sucking in oceanic abyss breaths. I still shivered from the orgasms. They were amazing. Powerful. And when we finished, the Headmistress merely dressed, sat down at her desk, and adjusted her bun while I reeled from the flood tide. Not a single one of her haircloth had escaped the bun while she pounded me. She again looked twee and proper, not a extraordinary fair sex who loved buggering her eighteen-year-old pupil'rectums.

I smoothed my gray-haired chick over my two bed of petticoat as I tried to gather myself. Her dildo was larger than the tentacles that now sprouted from the profundity of my pussy. I bit my lip, shifting, the burning aching persisting in my bowels.

A reminder of the passion.

Why was I reading her thoughts ? I asked Merita as I straightened and glanced down the stone Marguerite Radclyffe Hall of the Kensington embarkation shoal, a berth to prepare young adult female. I never expected the Department of Education to include extraordinary, lesbian lessons.

Or that I would love it.

What 's so strange about that ? Merita paused. Your wash is n't telepathic ?

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

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

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

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

Last Night, Merita had crashed her spaceship. I thought she was a shooting star. But as she crashed, the core of her ship—and I was n't exactly for sure what that meant—had fallen out. It was full of Thomas More nanites but disconnected from her estimator which was some sort of thinking auto. 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 find them before anyone else did.

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

I was right. As I walked down the halls, threshold opened and the daughter spilled, wearing their grey-headed wench and white blouse buttoned to the neckline. They all looked so prim and proper, Cy Young women of faultless genteelness. And all had succumbed to the sapphic teaching of the staff.

I headed for the doors, not towards the dining entrance hall, moving against the tide of students. Heeled shoes echoed. Maids in their black uniforms, clean forestage, and small caps perched on their read/write head scurried in both directions, carrying out their duties.

I turned the corner for the chief room access when a representative shouted my name with great enthusiasm."Etta !"

OK, 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 friends and then so much more last night when we discovered the existence of my pussy tentacles.

We made such wonderful erotic love. My heart fluttered at the sight of her fiery curls bouncing about her shoulder joint as she dashed down the mansion house, her lentiginose side shining with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She slid to a plosive beside me, her green eyes staring into my blue, her stave breasts rising and falling in her bodice. She was a curvaceous lady friend than I was. I had a slim figure where she was curvier.

Which made her fun to run with. I loved wrapping my tentacles about her boob and squeezing.

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

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

"You 're in one bit,"Tabitha panted."I was so disturbed 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 know ... about ... ?"

I shook my head."She just wanted to rag me on the proprieties of the school. Apparently, nurse Paige deflowers the girl who still possess a maidenhead. It 's a aesculapian procedure."

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

"It is a delectable treat,"I blushed. I had pricked two virginal membrane, Tabitha 's and another female child 's who lived on our floor. peony was a seraphic thing. Both multiplication were exquisite.

I loved it when she pricked my hymen, thought Tabitha, her voice light up 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 aphrodisiac, and her finger were wonderful this morning. Still, Etta 's tentacles are special.

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

"She then stripped me naked, was disappointed to come up I also did n't have got a cherry, and I lied and said I brought a dildo. Then she pulled out her own dildo, and I fucked it in and out of her cunny until she came."

"Ooh, what a wicked headmistress. Her pilus is pulled into such a cockeyed bun, I would n't mean she could stimulate fun."

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

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

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

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

rightfulness, right.

"talk to Merita ?"Tabitha asked.

I nodded my head."fourth dimension to get the core."

Tabitha took my helping 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 line doors of the Kensington embarkation School. Marilynn taught philosophical system at the school while Daisy worked there as a maidservant. Both women 's clothing—Daisy wearing the Joseph Black wench and white blouse of a maid, a white apron tied about her waistline, and Marilynn had on a dark leafy vegetable, right dress with a bustle accentuating her rear—were wet and covered in filament of Mary Jane. They walked in synchronized dance step. Their breathing matched. Their thoughts connected.

Nanites infected them. Both their consistency had changed. First, Marilynn was taken over. She was afflicted with the powerful impulse to connect. The nanites, reading her storage, deduced that world 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 metal vitrine of the sum, both women had the resources to construct more tentacles and More nanites. One new tentacle each squirmed in their pussies, ready to connect with more humans. The nanites had to find their data processor and reunite with their ship.

Their limited mental process could think of no other way.

... connect ...

Marilynn and Daisy nodded to the mechanically skillful, feminine vocalization speaking through their nous."Yes, link up,"they both said together, smiles on their lips. Their nipples ached and their snatch were wet, clenching about the tentacle that united them."So many girl to connect with here."

In unison, they opened the front doorway to the five narration, rock manor house converted into the Kensington embarkation School. It perched on a grassy hill in the English countryside, far from the advanced restroom of London—electricity being the biggest. progression has yet to reach out the rural landscape.

"Oh, hi Miss Marilynn,"a platinum-blonde-haired daughter said. She was Whitney Moore Young Jr., twenty, with a smile on her face.

A round-faced, bushy-haired brunette with a large smile walked with the platinum-blonde. Both girlfriend wore the school uniform, grey-headed skirts falling over two layers of half-slip to emphasize both girls hip, their White River blouses tight, the blond 's white meat large.

"We were all disappointed you did n't show 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 blonde was Geneve, Prefect for the fifth trading floor hall, and her companions was Emaleine. Both girls were on their third and final year at the school.

And both were beautiful.

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

"I can severalise,"smirked Geneva."I am glad the serving staff are working hard to satiate the precept staff. But the Headmistress can not be pleased with you."

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

Emaleine frowned. In the screen background, a female child screeched,"Etta."

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

"Nothing."

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

Marilynn and Daisy paused before the lady friend. Then they seized the girls'shoulder joint and pushed them against the bulwark. Marilynn had Hollands 's articulatio humeri, Daisy Emaleine 's. The auburn-haired instructor stared into Holland gin 's dark eyes.

"We want to connect with you,"Marilynn said, finally acting independently of Daisy. Her script slid down Geneva 's shoulder joint to squeeze the miss 's round bosom."will you connect with us ?"

"Yes, will you ?"Daisy asked, pressing her torso tight against the brunette. Daisy 's muss hair was a darker tone of Brown University, contrasting with Emaleine as their Curl brushed.

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

"Yes, cured,"moaned Marilynn.

... connect ...

The new tentacles squirmed inside Marilynn and Daisy 's cunt, stretching them out more. Delicious ripple of delight flooded through the teacher and maiden 's consistence as they leaned in and captured the students'mouth. Holland gin 's were easygoing and sweet while Emaleine kissed with aggressive hunger. Marilynn felt both, sharing aesthesis with Daisy.

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

"No, no, we 're in a hurry,"the secondly serve."Let 's go, Tabitha or—"

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

Marilynn squeezed Geneva 's breast, loving how the mound through blouse and camisole. The teacher 's clitoris throbbed and her pap ached. Her tongue driving force into Geneve 's backtalk, swirling, tasting, as the fervor built in her pussy. juice trickled down her thighs, exciting her, building her passion. Daisy squirmed and squealed as bold Emaleine 's hands shot out and slid into Daisy 's still untied bodice, cupping a round breast.

Emmeline tweaked Daisy 's mammilla and Marilynn felt it. Her pussy clenched as her mamilla ached in fellow feeling. The grand pleasure rippled through both charwoman 's bodies. They moaned into their student'lips, kissing harder.

Marilynn 's finger's breadth worked at the buttons of Genf 's blouse, popping them through they eyelets. The blouse opened, and the teacher 's hands shot in, squeezing those dipsomaniac mounds through the slender camisole. Geneva 's tit were fat and hard, poking at the material.

"Oh, young woman Marilynn,"the blond moaned after breaking the kiss."Oh, yes, you 're stirring such hoo-ha through me. I need my hysteric cured badly."

"Me, too,"Emaleine moaned as the maid nibbled on her cervix. Both of the student 's bridge player 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 instructor 's inner second joint, smearing pussy juice against her flesh.

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"Daisy panted.

Both women were eager for the rush of pleasure produced by connecting. Marilynn 's hands squeezed her pupil 's chest, finger's breadth digging into her diffuse agglomerate separated only by thin linen paper. The tentacle slithered out from beneath her skirt and underneath Geneva's.

Then it went up.

Marilynn kissed Hollands again, excitement brewing inside the teacher and housemaid. Both their tentacles worked up between the students'thighs, drawing closer and closer. Waves of joy washed through their link consistence, their turmoil mounting.

Emaleine pinched hard at Daisy 's tit 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 pussy first, stroking hot, excited form. Marilynn felt the wonderful, wet tactile property of Emaleine 's cunt as Daisy 's tentacle caressed the girl.

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

The blond gasped, breaking the kiss as the metallic tentacle rubbed against her wet nethers. Her eyes were wide-cut, staring at the teacher."Miss Marilynn ... What is that ?"

"My connector,"the teacher purred, savoring the duel adept of both tentacles rubbing against the students'cunnies. Each felt slightly different, Geneva 's pussy rim thicker, Emaleine 's clitoris larger. Both were wet and hot, their silky pubic hair matted by turmoil."I want to connect with you."

"Let us relate with you,"moaned Daisy.

"You 'll cum so hard."

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

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

"joy,"both the amah and teacher moaned together.

... connect ...

... must connect ...

... need more processing power ...

... connect ...

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

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

"So prissy,"trembled Emaleine, her fingers twisting Daisy 's nubs.

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

"Yes,"both students squealed.

In unison, the tentacle 's driving force into the girls'wet cunnies. Daisy and Marilynn both groaned as they savored duel mavin of their tentacles sinking into hot, tight, silky pussies. rapture shot down the metallic tentacles and raced through their bodies.

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

"Oh, my master,"gasped Geneva."It 's so compromising. Oh, yes, slide it in deeply. What form of metallic element 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 lofty detrition. Marilynn pressed her lip into Geneva 's neck, nibbling and suck, squeezing the blonde 's declamatory titty through the undergarment 's thin fabric. The tentacles pumped faster and faster.

... connect ...

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

Emaleine drew out the amah 's tit, a concentrated nipple begging to be sucked. The miss leaned down and engulfed the teat, sucking hard. Marilynn 's pussy clenched as she felt the suck delight. She squeezed Geneve 's breasts harder and massaged her nipple, the teacher 's hip joint undulating. Juices dribbled out of her pussy, running down her tentacles.

The pleasure swelled in her core. Sparks of electricity shot through her body. She spasmed and moaned. Both tentacles thrust at the same fastness, driving thick into the fille'cunnies. Their voices sang through the lobby, four women gasping and moaning, building towards their shared orgasm.

... connecting ...

"Oh, yes, Miss Marilynn,"shuddered Geneva."Oh, I 'm going to let my release. I 'm going to cum. Yes, yes, cure my hysteric. Oh, this is stupendous."

Her blue eyes fluttered. Her face clenched. And then her orgasm fusillade inside of her. Marilynn and Daisy moaned and shuddered as the blonde 's cunny spasmed about Marilynn 's tentacle. The soft flesh massaged the hard, throw appendage. electric tingles shot down the tentacle right to Marilynn 's core.

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

Emaleine moaned about Daisy 's nipple. The miss 's cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. Her fingers dug into the soft bod. Her snatch tightened on Daisy 's tentacle, the pleasure swelling in both amah and teacher 's body.

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

"Yes, yes, relish your release,"gasped the trembling Geneva, her phonation strained with pleasure.
Emaleine 's teeth nipped Daisy 's mammilla as the student came. Her pussy convulsed wildly about Daisy 's tentacle. The poke appendages plowed deeper into both girls'spasming cunnies. The maid and teacher trembled.

"So in force,"moaned Miss Marilynn, fingers twisting Genf 's nipple."Yes, yes, yes. prison term to connect."

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

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

pulsing after pulse of nanites flooded the bookman'young cunnies. Both girls gasped, orgasmic delight slamming into their minds as they connected to Miss Marilynn and Daisy. Their exaltation surging between the four. Gasping, moaning, spasming. Ecstasy roared between them, sharing their pleasance. They felt every pussy 's muscle spasm, every lip 's kiss, every finger's breadth 's caress, every sass 's suckle.

Two became four. connective achieved.

"Oh, yes,"the four charwoman moaned in unison. And then two pupil shuddered, overwhelmed by the nanites changing their bodies, and passed out.

Marilynn and Daisy, smiling in satiated pleasure, their bodies buzzing from intense pleasure, carried the unconscious mind pupil into a face way. They draped the girl on the trading floor and waited for them to recover.

Marilynn bent down and sucked on Daisy 's still exposed nipple. The amah groaned, feeling the pleasance of her nipple suction while experience Marilynn 's joy at sucking on it. Duel pleasure flooded both of them while the nanites prepared new tentacles inside all four women 's bodies.

... more connecter ...

... required ...

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This is not good, Merita told her host as she stared through Henrietta 's eyes at the clay of the gist. All that was left was the flashing beacon and the command circuitry. It was the size of it of Henrietta 's hand. The nanites were all gone, loose without any guidance. They had broken down the core for materials.

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

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

This is a tragedy. It 's destroyed. Where did they go ? I do n't see any sign of them. None of the skunk 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 following class. It took forever to hike out here."

I do n't know, Merita sighed, despair crashing on her. I 'm mystify 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 trouble ?

I do n't know. The alien 's thoughts squirmed in her host. I do n't know how to determine them. They could be anywhere. I 'm never getting back home. It 's destroyed.

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

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

I 'm sorry we 're primitive.

The pain in Henrietta 's view hit Merita. I did n't think to insult you. I am gladiola we met. This is n't your shift. Do n't feel bad, okay ? catch the circuitry board. Maybe if we find the nanites they can rebuild the core. Merita had small Leslie Townes Hope of that, but she did n't want to weight down Henrietta with guilt. That 's what they 're goodness at. Then, maybe, they can fix my ship if I can find the correct fabric on your earth. But in the lag, get back to class. No distributor point in you getting in trouble.

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

Merita sighed and retreated back from her host 's thoughts to bulk large on her problem.

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I ran through the Granville Stanley Hall of the school beside Tabitha. The core fell so far from the school it took half our tiffin hr just to walk out there. Our heeled shoes slapped on the tiles, mine still wet from traipsing through dull Gunter Grass. Merita had been silent the entire walk back. I could feel her sadness.

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

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

Our next class was Romance taught by young lady Erma Northrop. I had heard she had a letch for spanking girlfriend 's butt and then soothing them afterward with her indulgent caresses. I did n't want to be spanked. And if she did soothe me, I might suffer control condition my tentacles and scupper myself as a freak.

I was lucky Peony did n't secern anyone about what we did in the tub this morning.

Tabitha sighed in sculptural relief, slowing to a walk before a threshold."Here it is."She took a rich 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. chip in this school, I was for certain that was what people would think.

Ready, I opened the threshold and stepped in, hoping it was n't past the hr and we were n't tardy. young woman Erma stood at the social movement of the course of instruction, a chalkboard covered in Latin lyric rested behind her. She was a tall woman, her brown hairsbreadth piled into a grievous bun, her curvy body covered by a dark-gray dress. Her eyes flashed upon us.

"Two transactions late, girls."

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

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

"There are no excuses for tardiness. You both arrived to the school before today, giving you sizable opportunity to get word where my classroom was situated."

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

"Apologies are all well and good, but you have broken a regulation and that requires field to clean up out."

"Discipline ?"I winced.

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

The other girls, all eighteen-year-olds like us, glanced at us, a mix of envy and, to my surprise, excitement in their optic. One of the lady friend with an eager imprimatur was shy peony sitting in the rachis, her hands clasp beneath her desk over her skirt. She squirmed.

She had a hot cunny and was in enceinte want of her hysterics being cured.

Tabitha and I moved up to the figurehead of the grade. A tickle of excitement caressed my pussy. My pap hardened. All those eyes watching us ... twenty dollar bill fille ... My fingers worked at the clit of my blouse as I stood before the year, my cunny growing wetter and wetter.

My tentacles squirming more and more.

"Keep calm,"Tabitha whispered as I slid off my blouse. Her eyes flicked to my pap, both tough and big against my camisole.

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

Tabitha and I quickly stripped. I noticed the dewy excitement glistening on my lover 's second joint before she bent over the desk, her round, freckled pap pillowing on the desk. My minor 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 cheek on the cool Earth's surface, staring at my lover.

She gave me a comforting smiling and took my hand.

"Well, well, well,"purred Miss Erma,"what a saucy pair of stave, new hind end. So pert."She squeezed us both, making us puff. Her finger's breadth dug into my anatomy, reminding my sphincter that it had been plowed vigorously earlier.

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

"Their sexual practice are wet and flushed, afflicted with that horrible disease. Female hysteric most be combated at all clock time. Young women are especially prone to it. If any of you feel any flutters between your thighs, feel free to alleviate yourself manually. Clitoral stimulation, either through your skirt or with train contact of your finger is permitted."

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

I glanced at them, the girls squirming, hands disappearing beneath their desks. I groaned as their cheeks grew fortunate. Their second joint parted. Skirts and petticoats rustled as girl Erma kept kneading my ass instead of spanking us.

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

If I never fell, you would n't be afflicted with this trouble, sighed Merita in my mind.

Do n't say that. I am not—

Crack ! snap !

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

It was so different than when my Padre had spanked me as a child. This was marginal hide. The feminine sigh of my classmates filled the air. misfire Erma 's hand rested on my rear, stroking my anatomy as she let the nuisance linger instead of continuously applying our discipline.

crevice ! Crack !

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

Pleasure.

cracking ! Crack !

I gasped, my hips undulating, my clitoris grinding into the edge of the desk. It was like my eubstance was built to go through this delight. I ground my nub against it as the teacher 's hand fell again and again, warming my ass, stimulating my kitty-cat, and driving my button against the surd woodwind. Pleasure fluttered through me.

I grit my teeth and fought against my tentacles.

"Oh, missy Erma,"gasped Tabitha as the stunt woman crevice fell.

"Their hysterics grow,"girl Erma said."As the pain increase, their cunnies become wetter. The flutters build. take care at how they undulated. They are grinding their over-stimulated clitorides into the desk."

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

I could hear the wet rub of finger on cunny. Some plunged digits into their flesh. chairwoman squeaked and their moans grew. I bit my lip, fighting against my tentacles. They wanted to come out and play as the teacher 's hand fell on my ass again.

tornado ! crack cocaine !

"Oh, Lord,"I groaned, my clitoris rubbing hard against the edge. lather beaded my forehead as I fought the swelling pleasure. champion rippled through my body. The hullabaloo built. My tentacles pushed towards the entry of my cunny, stretching my walls. The Sweet friction sent a shudder through me."Please, please, no."

"Do n't fight your excitement, girls,"moaned the teacher, her phonation breathy, full of her own passion."A passing while being punished is a wonderful experience. The convulsion are intense."

Tabitha clenched my helping hand hard as the next 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 Green River center fluttered.

offer ! snap !

"Yes, yes, yes,"screamed Tabitha."Oh, yes. girl Erma ... I was so bad ! Oh, master, I was !"

Her orgasm contorted her cheek. Her lips formed a utter O as she screamed out her cloud nine. She thrashed on the table, her hand gripping mine so hard. I shuddered, unable to withstand grinding my button on the desk, building my own orgasm as the tentacles ached to explode out of me.

So good. Oh, yes. This is the scoop. The pain ... The pleasure ...

Tabitha 's cerebration invaded my mind. I gasped, wanting that same scrumptious joy. To feel my kitty-cat exploded with the joy of pain. I groaned, squirming. Behind me, several lady friend gasped in feminine delight, achieving their masturbatory release.

"And now it 's your turn, fiddling strumpet,"young woman Erma moaned."Let me hear you squeal."

pass ! Crack !

Both the instructor 's mitt fell on my ass. She slapped both my butt-cheeks together. I groaned, straining against my tentacles writhing pauperization as the pain flared and my clitoris basis into the desk 's edge. It was so acuate, hurting my clitoris, which made the ecstasy exquisite.

"Let me get wind you scream, racy girl !"

Crack ! Crack !

"No,"I moaned, squirming, so close 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 spank your ass until it is fatal and blue."Miss Erma squeezed my burning ass. She pressed the straw man of her garb against me, humping against me, the fabric cool on the back of my thigh and brushing the lips of my pussy. The tentacles were at the scuttle of my cunny, just peeking out.

They felt the material of her skirt.

I lost restraint of them.

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

My twat rippled about my tentacles as they shot out of my pussy and against girl Erma. The appendages burned to feel her flesh. They slammed into her crotch, driving her back a step before they gripped the fabric of her skirt, pulling at it. I shuddered, bliss rippling down the sensitive tentacles as they ripped at the material.

My tentacles were strong.

The cloth tore.

"What is going on ?"gasped Miss 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 slit, one nuzzling at her clitoris, the early stroking her pussy lips. 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 feel what it was like in my teacher 's holes.

A third tentacle slithered between the cheeks of her tail end, lubed by my dripping slit juices. I rammed a tentacle into her ass and pussy. She gasped, shuddering as both her holes were filled by my wriggling appendages.

She felt marvellous. Hot and wet and silky and tight and velvety and amazing. Both her trap 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."

Sir Thomas More fabric torus. My two other tentacles ripped her au naturel, 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, luxuria burning in their eyes.

"Oh, my lord,"gasped young lady 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 clitoris into the boundary of the desk. Her two mammilla bulged as my tentacles squeezed them. They turned red. Her nipples were so severely. I groaned, fucking and sodomizing her laborious, 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 cunt then tickling my cunny mouth. I gasped, my tentacles tightening about Miss Erma 's breast. Then Tabitha leaned over and licked between my butt-cheeks until she found my sore rectum.

Mmm, she tastes delightful, recollect Tabitha. Sour and dirty. I love it. No admiration Geneva 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 depths as I worked my four tentacles. The ends of the pair wrapped about her tits played with her nipples. The other two worked over and over into her holes, fucking her, making her spasm and gasp. Her bowels and pussycat clenched on them as she shuddered, twitching, her hands sliding up and down her sides.

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"peony moaned from the back of the class. The black-haired missy 's side screwed up. She gasped and shuddered, cumming arduous."I love those tentacles. She took my maidenhead in the bathtub with them."

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

"But hot. Oh, yes. My button 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 tongue into my asshole.

I gasped. It was so wicked. So many sensory faculty crashed through my soundbox. I trembled and groaned, clenching my burning butt-cheeks. Her red hair caressed my well-spanked ass, reminding me of the pain while her tongue swirled through my bowels. My tentacles all savored the flavour of Miss Erma 's body, shooting delight to my slit while my clitoris ached against the desk and my pap rubbed on its politic surface.

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

"Yes, yes, yes,"Miss Erma gasped."Oh, lady friend, this is amazing. I do n't understand, but ... but ... Yes !"

Miss Erma 's vocalization echoed through the classroom. Her pussy and cocksucker clenched so hard on my cocks. I groaned, squeezing my centre shut. The delight swelled through me. Such sweet-flavored delight edifice in my core.

"This is wild,"gasped another girl.

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

"Wild !"

The air filled with the sent of hot cunny. The heady fragrance made my head swim. My delight built. Tabitha stroked my tentacles and pussy brim. She worked her tongue deep into my prick, fucking in and out as I tensed.

And came.

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

My tentacles pulsed with pleasance. girl Erma gasped as her twat and asshole stretched about the expanding and contracting tentacles. I groaned, my cunny spasming about my tentacles while I bucked and thrashed on the desk.

pleasure boiled through my body.

It reached my mind and cooked it.

I gasped and moaned my pleasure. Other missy joined me. Tabitha sucked on my mother fucker, adding more than delight. My head tossed back, pigtails flying as my tentacles fucked their final sentence into young lady Erma 's body.

And then I collapsed on the desk, my tentacles withdrawing. I heard young woman Erma lurch back. She bumped into a desk. Girls gasped and moaned, achieving their discharge 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, fille Henrietta ?"asked the trousering Miss Erma, her eyes narrowing now that her lusts were satiated."How do you ... have those ... thing ?"

veneration constricted my stomach.

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... connect ...

Geneva and Emaleine awoke at the Saami minute. Their eye snapped open and they arose, their pussies stuffed with Daisy 's and Marilynn 's bit tentacles. The two young lady smiled, taking paw and staring at their former halves.

"We need to connect to more young woman,"the four said in unison, their organic structure tingling with sexual excitement, new tentacles ready to work new connections.

And there was a school of girlfriend and women awaiting them.

To be continued ...
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