Alien Lesbian Tentacle Surprise 05

Teaching was clearly her passion.

"Okay," she said as we stood to leave, "I want you all to write an essay tonight on what your favorite type of rock is and why."

"Yes, Miss Madalyn," we all said as we marched out.

Tabitha yawned and stretched. "Boy, only two classes down and I'm already so tired. I just want to go up to our room and--"

She clamped her jaw shut as a maid bustled up to us in her black dress, white apron tied across the front, and a small, white cap resting on her brown curls. She had doe eyes and a polite smile on her face as she stopped before me.

"Miss 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 instructions. This way."

"But I have English next."

"Miss Delilah will be informed on the reason you are missing her class. You will not be in trouble." Her tone implied, Not in any more trouble. Poor thing, summoned to the headmistress's office 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 Nurse Paige about my tentacles?

I threw a look over my shoulder at Tabitha. She watched me with apprehension as I followed the maid down the hall. My heart beat faster and faster with each step. I chewed on my lower lip as the maid led me from the bustle of the students leaving our class and down to the first floor. Our steps echoed through the halls. The maid walked with a stiff back and a brisk stride.

I wanted to dawdle.

What do I do, Merita?

Pretend you don't have any tentacles, she suggested. Humans don't. If Peony did tell, you just have to keep them under control. If the Headmistress doesn't see them, then she won't believe Peony. It's the only 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 hands before me. My fingers worked together, stroking, playing, trying to distract 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 isn't too hard on her. Then she knocked smartly on the dark-stained door. "Headmistress, I've brought the girl."

"Good, good, you may go about your duties, Sallie," a stern voice said. "Miss Henrietta, enter."

I swallowed.

Sallie gave my shoulder a squeeze before she bustled off. I grasped the bronze door handle, twisted, and pushed my way into the office. The walls were covered in dark, wood paneling, hiding the stone wall, and there were several bookshelves. A vase of flowers set on a plinth on one side of the room. Opposite, hanging on the wall, were several types of canes and paddles. I swallowed, wondering which would be used on me. Sitting behind a large, neat desk was Headmistress Edna Neville. A severe bun of black hair pulled taut the skin of her forehead, making her seem even sterner. She wore a red dress, buttoned to the neck and held closed by an ivory broach. She stood, her back straight, and stared at me with dark eyes.

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

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

Peony did tell. 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 fear from my voice.

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

I swallowed. "Strip, Headmistress?"

"Yes," she purred. "Do not tell me you are stupid, girl. It is a common word in English. Do I have to define it?" I heard the threat in her tone. If you make me define it, girl, I will bend you over my desk and redden your ass.

"No, Headmistress, I know what it means, I was just...shocked. This doesn't seem appropriate."

"I determine what is and is not appropriate at my school, Miss Henrietta. So you will strip off every article of clothing and show 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 haven't begun undressing, I will take down one of those instruments and apply it with much vigor on your backside."

I squeaked, "Yes, Headmistress," and my hands went to my blouse. I just had to keep in control of my passions. As long as they didn't go out of control, as long as my tentacles didn't sprout, nothing would go wrong. 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 instruments of discipline. My fingers blurred as they worked down my front. I had my blouse undone and untucked from my skirt by the time 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 waist.

"Pity," she sighed then watched me strip. Her eyes were lusty, a smile curling up the corners 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 pile 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 legs. Nurse Paige was right about her. She is a gorgeous thing. Now let's see all the charms. Take off the camisole, girl.

Her voice sounded so real in my head. My imagination so creative today. Her smoldering eyes made my body flush hotter, my cunny growing wet. This was dangerous. I drew off my camisole over my body, revealing my blonde curls and my small breasts.

The Headmistress purred in delight.

"Yes, yes, yes, Nurse 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 hard. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, feeling the goose pimples as I shivered.

But the cold didn't rob me of my ardor. Not with her eyes burning as they looked at me. She reached out and cupped my small breast. Her thumb swiped over my nipple. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.

My tentacles squirmed in my pussy.

Her hand trailed down my stomach. "Now Nurse Paige treated two of your classmates this morning for hysterics: Tabitha Smythe and Peony Featherton."

I squirmed, her fingers drawing lines of excitement across my stomach and then to my groin. "I heard her name the discovery in the corridor this morning, Headmistress."

Her fingers toyed with the curls of my pussy. "When Nurse Paige gave the girls a physical two days ago, both had intact hymens. Normally, Nurse Paige enjoys breaking a young girl's maidenhead in her office, to make 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. "So she was greatly disappointed to discover both girls had their cherries well-plucked before she got her greedy hands on them."

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

She caressed my pussy lips. I groaned, biting my lip and fighting my tentacles. They wanted to come out. To wrap about the Headmistress, to fuck her cunny and bugger her sphincter. Then to caress her large breasts straining her dress and make her squeal.

Fight it, Merita whispered. Think about disgusting men. Your world's males are all hairy and filthy and lechers. Don't think about her finger rubbing at your cunny lips.

Trying not to, I moaned back.

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

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

Her thumb swiped about my clitoris. I gasped and shuddered. My eyes rolled back in my head. I grit my teeth, my fingers grasping her dark-red dress at the hips, gathering the material as I struggled not to give into the pleasure and let out my tentacles.

"You also have lost your maidenhead since this yesterday," the Headmistress purred. She leaned in and licked my ear. "Tabitha and Peony said you took theirs. But they weren't specific on how. Did you bring a dildo with you to school?"

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

Good. But don't relax, keep fighting, Merita said as my tentacles squirmed more.

I gasped, my pussy clenching down on the Headmistress's fingers as they probed so deep into my juicy pussy, almost touching the tentacles. I fought again, groaning, squirming. I shivered as her tongue 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 need it at boarding school."

"Even though you were a virgin?"

"Uh-huh. And then...after I learned...from Nurse 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 clitoris was too much. My body shook and convulsed. "I...I..."

"Am a dirty slut," hissed the Headmistress. "Yes, yes, a dirty slut who brought a dildo to my school and used it on my virgins. That's Nurse Paige's prerogative. You won't use it on any more girls' hymens. You will let our school nurse perform her medical procedures, and use her dildo on the girls. Right?"

"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 fingers. Pussy juices trickled down my thighs. My nipples 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 fingers to her lips and licking off my sweet musk. "Please give you release?"

"Yes. I...I...I need it. I'm so hysterical right now."

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

I flew to her, working the buttons down the back of her dress. The dress was stiff, possessing a built in whalebone corset, which pulled on the buttons, making it difficult to undo. But I persevered. The dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing her camisole. She wiggled out of her skirt, then I ripped down her petticoats as she pulled off her camisole. She turned, her breasts large, her nipples fat and hard. A thick, black bush covered her pussy, matted by her excitement. She wore only heeled boots that when up to her knees and stockings held up by garters cinched tight about her upper 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 large, 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 legs wide.

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

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

Maybe, Merita answered.

I took the wooden dildo. It was polished to such a smooth surface so there was no possibility of splinters. I knelt before the headmistress. The strong scent of her tart pussy filled my nose. I leaned in, licking hungrily at her pussy, her curly pubic hairs tickling my face as my tongue slid through her folds. She groaned, leaning back, shuddering as I caressed her clitoris.

She moaned, humping against my face, her hands squeezing her tits as my tongue danced around her clitoris. I brought the dildo to the folds of her pussy, pressing against them. Her pussy lips were thick, protruding from her vulva. She wasn't tight like Tabitha and me. I moved down, nuzzling and sucking on her pussy lips as I forced the dildo into her.

"Yes," the Headmistress moaned, her legs quivering as I worked the dildo deep into her cunny. "Oh, you sweet dear, yes. Fuck my cunt. Stretch it out. Yes, yes yes, then I'm going to fuck you. Oh, yes, what a sweet dear."

My tongue 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 juices lubing the way. They clung to the ebony shaft. It was thick, bigger than one of my tentacles, and it was so exciting to work it in and out of her pussy. She groaned, the desk creaking as she squirmed.

My nipples and clitoris ached so badly. The tentacles writhed in my pussy, teasing me. Juices trickled down my thighs. I concentrated on licking her pussy, not thinking about my own pleasure as the Headmistress pinched her huge, fat nipples.

"Yes, yes, yes, you little slut. 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 keep the traditions of the school alive. To guide young women like you into the pleasures society denies us. Oh, yes. Keep tonguing me as you fuck that huge dildo into me. Oh, you're going to love it when I fuck you with it."

I moaned in excitement. "Yes, yes, I need my 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 fingers dug deep into her fleshy mounds. Her pink nipples waved atop her peaks. I wanted to crawl up her and suck 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 nipple with my sticky lips. She gasped and bucked as I engulfed the fat nub. It was twice the size of Tabitha's nipple. I loved it in my mouth. I sucked so hard.

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

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

I smiled as I squirmed. My pussy tentacles ached to burst out. I lifted my lips from her nipple 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 pussy as I shuddered in her embrace. Her tongue licked at my lips, tasting her tart juices staining me. Her breasts brushed my tits, our nipples caressing. I groaned, straining to keep my tentacles in line.

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

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

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

My asshole clenched. I had enjoyed buggering myself with a tentacle last night. I leaned over, my thighs tight. My tentacle still peeked out. I groaned, forcing it back inside before she noticed anything. She was too busy attaching a leather harness about her waist 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 real cock and buggering her students. This shouldn't be a surprise.

But it was. A wonderful surprise.

The dildo dripped with her pussy cream 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 cute rear. I can't resist. I love sodomizing girls with my big dildo."

She placed the tip at my asshole and then she thrust.

I gasped as my sphincter gave way to her dildo, lubed by her pussy cream. She slid deeper and deeper into my asshole. The burning pleasure shot to my pussy. The intense friction sent waves 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 stroke sent shivers 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 thick. It stretched me out. My tentacles wrapped about my thighs, 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 thrust hard. Her groin smacked into my butt-cheeks. I gasped, watching her over my shoulder. Her breasts jiggled with the impact of our flesh. 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 bowels clung to her dick as she sodomized me over and over. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk as my tentacles rubbed up and down my thighs, shooting rapture to my pussy and mixing with the bliss of her dildo reaming my asshole.

"Yes, yes, yes, Headmistress," I gasped, my pigtails tossing back and forth. "Bugger 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 much you love it when I sodomize you."

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

The desk rocked. She buggered me so hard. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pleasure built in my core. My nipples rubbed on the cold surface of her desk. My hips undulated as her strokes grew harder and faster.

The pleasure burst in her mind. I felt it. Her thoughts screamed out how much she loved buggering me. The dildo's base pressed on her clitoris. I was so caught up in the thrill of being fucked, it hardly registered that I was sensing her pleasure.

Her thoughts.

Like I had all day. I wasn't imagining what people were saying, but hearing their thoughts.

"Yes, yes, yes, you little slut," she hissed in my mind. So much fun to bugger a pretty, little thing. Look at those asscheeks writhe. And she's tight. Oh, the pressure on my clitoris is intense. I'm going to cum so hard from sodomizing her.

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