Heartwood Academy – Earning a ‘P’ In Pleasure [FFuta] [Fingering] [Schoolgirl][series?]

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“These grades simply won’t do Ms. Grey.”

I watched the words flow from her lips like silk as she sat behind her mahogany desk. Headmistress Fox’s office was the last place you wanted to be on Friday afternoon, especially after the kind of week I’d had. In front of me were my semester grades, and next to each class was a red letter ‘F’ that jumped off the page and tried to slap me in the face. That is, every class except for one.

“Ms. Grey these grades are nearly bounds for expelling you. You’ve somehow managed to fail almost every class here at the academy, and I’ve been struggling to find a reason to keep you here.”

“Headmistress I promise I’ll do better I just-“

“Silence.”

Her jaw clenched hard enough that I visibly winced as she raised a hand to interrupt me. I was shaking in my plaid skirt and white cutoff top as I stood across the tall wooden desk from her. There was a fire in her blue eyes that told you just how angry she was at my insubordination, the gall that I had to speak without being asked to. With a finger she motioned to me, beckoning me to join her on the other side of her desk, pointing at the floor beside her leather chair. Biting my lip softly to keep it from quivering I walked the short distance around the desk to her side.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Click.

My black high heels sounded like firecrackers with each step on the marble floors. I watched as Headmistress Fox pushed herself away from the desk, sliding the wheels of the chair back to expose her long legs in black slacks, the pair that matched her suit coat perfectly. With a sigh she shrugged off the overcoat, revealing her sheer white top, the buttons threatening to shoot across the room like bullets from a gun as they tried to contain her enormous bust. She pulled her raven hair into a ponytail before looking over at me. Although I was standing, there was little height difference between us as the tall woman sat in her leather throne.

“Miss Black tells me that the one class you’ve managed to not fail miserably is hers. She tells me you have a penchant for the pleasuring arts, an enthusiasm for the craft. She says that while you’re not the brightest star in the classroom you make up for it with effort and a willingness to accept criticism.”

She reached out a hand and placed it on my waist, her long fingers running over the plaid fabric of my tiny skirt. I watched her smile softly for only a second, which put my mind at ease for a moment. Perhaps I wouldn’t be expelled after all. I didn’t have many other places to go.

“Do you know who used to teach that class Ms. Grey?” she asked, her hand traveling ever closer to my backside.

“No, Headmistress,” I murmured softly, stepping just a hair closer to the arm of her chair. My eyes looked into hers, and I felt like I was being pulled underwater. Everyone knew that futas had some kind of persuasive power that you couldn’t put your finger on. That was how girls ended up in strange places with strange people covered in cum.

“I did, Khloe.”

My name spoken out loud was like a hot shower on my skin. Her arm swung around my waist, her long nails gently scratching my lower back in a comforting gesture. Immediately my body felt warm and limber, the world fading away as I lost myself in her steely blue eyes, barely aware that she was pulling me ever closer to her, ever closer to her soft skin and huge bosom.

“I taught that class. And I was very good,” she continued. I was now standing against the arm of her chair, one of her arms encircling my waist while her other hand unbuttoned her top. Her huge breasts spilled out of her now opened shirt, and with a sigh she closed her eyes and gripped one gently, the nipple hardening in response. Each one was as big as my head, and just like I was entranced by her eyes, I now found myself staring at the soft skin of her chest, my mouth beginning to water.

“Over,” she commanded, and with relative ease pulled me over her lap, my skirt riding up to expose my tight little ass, a silky black thong the only excuse for coverage. My mind raced and my heart beat in my ears as I felt her nails against my skin, feeling them pull the small bit of fabric down my legs and past my heels. Her hand returned to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and spreading them apart, back and forth. The cool air hit my moist slit with each spread, my desire palpable.

“These grades simply won’t do Ms. Grey. Do you understand?”

“Yes Headmistress,” I mumbled into her slacks, my forehead resting against her thigh. Just between her legs I felt a small movement, my heart nearly skipping a beat when I realized what was going on.

“We will have remediation twice per week here in my office, at 4:00 on Tuesdays-“

The date was punctuated with a resounding smack against my ass. I couldn’t help but yip loudly as I was taken by surprise. My slim body wriggled but was pinned down tightly by the headmistress’ arm. There was a fire now burning in my left cheek, soon to be met by another.

“- and at 4:30 on Fridays-“

Another slap echoed off of the walls as I bit my lip.

“-until your grades improve.”

Each word was driven into me with a forceful spank on my rear.

“Spread,” she growled, and not a millisecond had passed before I obeyed. I felt her fingers trace the inside of my thighs, creeping dangerously close to my soft, shaven folds. I was more wet than I thought ever imaginable, than I’d ever been in my life. My head was still swimming, still drunk from her presence.

“Mm hmm,” I heard her murmur in a low tone as her hand rested on my sopping wet pussy. With a sigh she ventured a finger inside of me, and I was unable to stifle the loud moan that had been building inside me since she’d bent me over. It was the kind of high pitched yearning that was an animalistic beg for more, the need to be taken and pleasured. It was then that I felt her huge cock stiffen in her slacks, the rough fabric brushing against my face. It felt bigger than any futa cock that I’d ever come in contact with. It must have been nearly two feet long in length, wider than a soda can in girth.

“And while your other grades improve,” she continued, continuing the exploration of my cunt with her finger, now adding a second. “Let’s not let that proficiency in Pleasure 202 lapse hmm?”

Her fingers now worked in tandem inside me, finding my g-spot and massaging the small round almond with quickness and skill. This was simply practice for her, a way to brush up on things she may not have done since teaching. But for me, it was the best torture you could ask for.

“Yes Headmistress,” I whimpered softly into the bulge that pressed against my face. “Yes.. oh..!”

Involuntarily my tiny flower convulsed, pulsing around her long fingers. I felt the tingle and warmth of climax flow over me, and my lungs continued to push out the gentle cries and moans of my pleasure. My hips bucked in her lap as she continued, her pace perfectly matching the diminuendo of my orgasm. I could feel her cock twitching under me, desperate to jump through the fabric and slide itself between my lips. For a moment her legs flexed underneath my chest, just before her fingers slid out of me.

“Up,” she said with a smile, lifting me to stand yet again beside her chair. My knees nearly buckled under me, and I held onto her arm until my lightheadedness had passed. When I opened my eyes I saw her fixing her shirt, her bust already covered again. But the long, hard bulge in her slacks remained, and I could see a tiny wet spot in the fabric near the end.

“4:00 on Tuesday Ms. Grey,” she said with a grin, and to my surprise took my black thong from the floor, tossing it in her desk drawer and closing it. “Don’t be late. We’ll get those grades straightened out together.”

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