Spanked Before the Class
My bowels had a wonderful ache to them as I stumbled out of the Headmistress's office, once again dressed. I closed the door behind me. The Headmistress sat at her desk, writing on it calmly like she hadn't just sodomized me with a dildo she had strapped to her crotch with a curious, leather harness. She had pounded me with a wonderful fervor, ramming her dildo deep into my bowels and giving me such an effervescent paroxysm of delight.
I came hard.
Yes, you did,
Merita, the lesbian alien who had possessed my body to save my life, whispered in my mind.
And she didn't find out about your tentacles.
No,
I agreed, sucking in deep 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 climaxes. Not a single one of her hairs had escaped the bun while she pounded me. She again looked prim and proper, not a sinful woman who loved buggering her eighteen-year-old students' rectums.
I smoothed my gray skirts over my two layers of petticoats as I tried to gather 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 thoughts?
I asked Merita as I straightened and glanced down the stone halls of the Kensington Boarding School, a place to educate young woman. I never expected the education to include sinful, lesbian lessons.
Or that I would love it.
What's so strange about that?
Merita paused.
Your race isn't telepathic?
Is that what you call...hearing others thoughts?
I felt Merita nod her thoughts. She was a disembodied voice in my head, her body merged into mine. It was a necessary act to allow the nanites--strange, tiny automatons that were fixing my body after I broke my neck and nearly died--to heal me. My body didn't like them, treating them like an illness.
So I have pussy tentacles and can read thoughts? Will there be other side-effects?
I really don'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 spaceship. I thought she was a shooting star. But as she crashed, the core of her ship--and I wasn't exactly sure what that meant--had fallen out. It was full of more nanites but disconnected from her computer which was some sort of thinking machine. I also didn'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, doors opened and the girls spilled, wearing their gray skirts and white blouse buttoned to the neckline. They all looked so prim and proper, young women of impeccable breeding. And all had succumbed to the sapphic teaching of the staff.
I headed for the doors, not towards the dining hall, moving against the tide of students. Heeled shoes echoed. Maids in their black uniforms, white aprons, and small caps perched on their heads scurried in both directions, carrying out their duties.
I turned the corner for the main doors when a voice shouted my name with great enthusiasm. "Etta!"
Okay, 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 bosom friends and then so much more last night when we discovered the existence of my pussy tentacles.
We made such wonderful love. My heart fluttered at the sight of her fiery curls bouncing about her shoulders as she dashed down the hall, her freckled face shining with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She slid to a stop beside me, her green eyes staring into my blue, her round breasts rising and falling in her bodice. She was a bustier girl than I was. I had a slim figure where she was curvier.
Which made her fun to play with. I loved wrapping my tentacles about her breasts and squeezing.
A hot itch fluttered through my pussy as the tentacles squirmed, eager to come out an play.
Henrietta, the mission,
whined Merita.
No getting distracted.
"You're in one piece," Tabitha panted. "I was so worried all through English. I couldn'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 lecture me on the proprieties of the school. Apparently, Nurse Paige deflowers the girls who still possess a maidenhead. It's a medical procedure."
"Right." Tabitha giggled. "The horny nurse just has a letch for pricking maidenheads."
"It is a delicious treat," I blushed. I had pricked two maidenheads, Tabitha's and another girl's who lived on our floor. Peony was a sweet thing. Both times were exquisite.
I loved it when she pricked my maidenhead,
thought Tabitha, her voice clear in my mind.
I loved feeling her tentacles pump in and out of me. I'm glad she pricked me and not the nurse. Not that Nurse Paige isn't sexy, and her fingers 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 find I also didn't have a cherry, and I lied and said I brought a dildo. Then she pulled out her own dildo, and I fucked it in and out of her cunny until she came."
"Ooh, what a wicked headmistress. Her hair is pulled into such a tight bun, I wouldn't think she could have 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 to bugger her right now when Merita hissed,
This isn't finding the core. Once we have the core, we can enjoy Tabitha's asshole wrapped about your tentacle.
Right, right.
"Talking to Merita?" Tabitha asked.
I nodded my head. "Time to find the core."
Tabitha took my hand and squeezed it. "Let's go."
~ ~ ~
Marilynn Gully and Daisy Brown walked in unison, holding hands, as they approached the front doors of the Kensington Boarding School. Marilynn taught philosophy at the school while Daisy worked there as a maid. Both women's clothing--Daisy wearing the black skirt and white blouse of a maid, a white apron tied about her waist, and Marilynn had on a dark green, proper dress with a bustle accentuating her rear--were wet and covered in strands of grass. They walked in synchronized steps. Their breathing matched. Their thoughts connected.
Nanites infected them. Both their bodies had changed. First, Marilynn was taken over. She was afflicted with the powerful urge to connect. The nanites, reading her memories, deduced that humans connected via sex. So Marilynn had sex with Daisy. A metallic tentacle sprouted from the teacher's pussy and fucked into Daisy's. When the women came, nanites flooded Daisy.
After consuming the metal case of the core, both women had the resources to build 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 computer and reunite with their ship.
Their limited processes could think of no other way.
...connect...
Marilynn and Daisy nodded to the mechanical, feminine voice speaking through their minds. "Yes, connect," they both said together, smiles on their lips. Their nipples ached and their pussies were wet, clenching about the tentacle that united them. "So many girls to connect with here."
In unison, they opened the front doors to the five story, stone manor house converted into the Kensington Boarding School. It perched on a grassy hill in the English countryside, far from the modern conveniences of London--electricity being the biggest. Progress has yet to reach the rural landscape.
"Oh, hello Miss Marilynn," a platinum-blonde-haired girl said. She was young, twenty, with a smile on her face.
A round-faced, bushy-haired brunette with a large smile walked with the platinum-blonde. Both girls wore the school uniform, 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 didn't show for class," 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 Geneva, Prefect for the fifth floor dorms, and her companions was Emaleine. Both girls were on their third and final year at the school.
And both were beautiful.
"Yes, we were busy," Marilynn and Daisy said together.
"I can tell," smirked Geneva. "I am glad the serving staff are working hard to satiate the teaching staff. But the Headmistress cannot be pleased with you."
"That doesn't matter," the pair said as they moved forward, hand-in-hand, step-in-step.
