Another lesson, with Miss Wormwood attending.

"With your permission, I would like Miss Wormwood to observe and assist," the Headmistress says.

A tingle of horripilation runs up your back, but your member continues to throb at full mast.

"Yes, Headmistress, as you say," you tell Pernilla Porcinilla.

"Most EXCELLENT, Mr. Aberdean," the Headmistress tells you. "Our next lesson shall be COITAL INTROITUS. We shall be going as SLOWLY as possible, to note every sensation. We shall commence by undressing me. If you would?" She nods to you and turns about, facing away from you.

You suppose some would consider this the Headmistress' best angle, square from behind. Her richly tailored Draconis-green robes fall flatteringly around her lavish curves. But even though you've helped your sister Anastasia dress and undress upon occasion, you hesitate on where to start among the Headmistress' confection of silks and velvets.

"Headmistress...?" you say, at a loss.

"The BOW, Mister Aberdean," the Headmistress prompts.

Above the broadly swelling curves of her buttocks is a green silk bow. Its loops and tails wiggle pointedly at you with magical animation. You seize a tail of the bow and pull. With a rustle and a swirl of green fabrics, the Headmistress' entire outfit unwraps from her body and ends up draped over your arm. The scents of caramel, vanilla, and honey from her lotions and body powders tickle your nose, accompanying her bodily scents of fresh bread, perspiration, and -- you feel a throb in both heart and loins -- sharply musky female arousal.

With the Headmistress' disrobing, you can see her well-upholstered hourglass figure is everything the contours of her robes promised, and indeed, a trifle more lush.

A cool hand touches your shoulder. "I'll take that," Miss Wormwood whispers, lifting the Headmistress' robes from your arm. She drapes them over the folding screen next to your uniform.

"Miss Wormwood, would you prepare him?" the Headmistress says. "The ribbon and some sensitization would be in order." She turns round to you. The curves of her breasts and belly are full and firm. With a touch of surprise, you note the pink tips of two extra pairs of nipples lower on her ribs. Reading your eyes, Headmistress Porcinilla smiles at you. "INDEED, Aberdean, as you SEE, I was BLESSED with the witch-mark FOUR TIMES OVER," she says.

The Nurse plucks the green ribbon from among the Headmistress' robes and runs it through her long pale hands.

"Now, young Aberdean," the Headmistress says. "Miss Wormwood will tie my ribbon round the ROOT of your MEMBER, to restrain your EMISSION during the lesson."

Miss Wormwood's cool, dry hands slip the ribbon under your balls, tighten the ribbon and tie a simple bow on top. "Tenes Emissio" she incants, touching her wand to the knot. You feel a peculiar tingle in the root of your erect member.

The Headmistress continues. "Ahem. This is of PARTICULAR importance because of the next STEP of your preparation. Miss Wormwood?"

Miss Wormwood's dark eyes are distant with concentration. Her next operation is wordless. She traces her wand along the length of your member, round the crown, and over the surface of your ball sac. Though the tip does not touch your flesh, it feels as though she's painting with a tingling brush. Where the tip of her wand goes, the skin responds. When she has finished, you feel exquisitely sensitive. The little air currents in the room, the warmth of the Headmistress' flesh, the coolness of Miss Wormwood's, are all immediately apprehended by the skin of your erect member.

Every sensation is so intense, you wonder what Miss Wormwood has done to you. But when you look down, nothing seems amiss. Your member stands forth, high and hard, a green ribbon wrapped under your balls and tied in a bow on top.

"Headmistress," Miss Wormwood says. "Mr. Aberdean is prepared."

"Very WELL, Mister Aberdean," the Headmistress says. "Our lesson in Coital Introitus will consist of THREE PARTS." She clears her throat, her breasts jouncing distractingly. "FIRST, you will approach from the FRONT, standing before myself, whilst I sit upon the examination table. With EXQUISITE SLOWNESS, you will enter at my direction, to the depth of the HEAD of your member. SECOND, we shall REPEAT that operation with you standing, approaching from BEHIND. If we meet success, I shall RECLINE and you shall approach me from ABOVE, entering and penetrating to your ULTIMATE depth, whereupon Miss Wormwood will RELEASE the ribbon."

Your lesson proceeds as the Headmistress outlines. In truth, the EXQUISITE SLOWNESS that she prescribes is a necessity. A few soft blonde hairs of her genital fleece slide over your skin, tingling enough to make you shiver.
You intensely feel the warmth of the Headmistress' labia upon the head of your penis. As you press forward s-l-o-w-l-y, you feel the tiny undulations in her smooth, slick flesh magnified a dozenfold. You whimper as a tiny slip inward becomes a wave of intensity radiating from the tip of your member through your body.

"Control your voice, Mister Aberdean," the Headmistress directs. "More SLOWLY, now."

"Yes, Headmistress," you say. "More slowly."

It takes the better part of five minutes for you to penetrate the Headmistress' vagina to the depth of the head of your penis, or the last joint of your thumb, to use a less intimate unit of measurement.

"THERE, now. Hold in place," the Headmistress says.

You're flushed and damp with sweat, and your member's tiny twitches are a full symphony of erotic sensation. You needn't move a bit, and the amplified sense of touch makes it feel like you could be thrusting madly into her.

"HOLD, Mister Aberdean. Good. Good." She meets your eyes with hers and smiles. "I hope you'll REMEMBER this when next you couple with some flighty young witch. I am SATISFIED with your first effort. You may WITHDRAW."

You have the impression that Pernilla Porcinilla is smirking at you under her golden tresses as you ever so slowly ease yourself out, tensing your jaw against the magnified friction dragging the other direction.

"Anhh!" you grunt in relief as you decouple. Now the air currents in the room and the warmth of the Headmistress' thighs are the most prominent feelings. You startle as Miss Wormwood moves. She's been as still as a statue through the whole excursion from entry to exit. One of her head-snakes stretches out toward you, flickering its tongue.

"Attend, Mister Aberdean!" the Headmistress says. "Now we shall move to the SECOND part. I shall present myself so that you may approach me a TERGO, that is to say, from BEHIND. And AGAIN, with exquisite SLOWNESS, no further than the HEAD."

"Yes, Headmistress," you say. Enchanted ribbon or no, you don't think you could hold back if you pressed in any deeper or faster. The Headmistress herself seems to have taken on a bit of a glow. The two large nipples on her heavy breasts are pinkly erect, as are the four smaller ones trailing down her well-padded torso.

"Very well, let us PROCEED," she says. She turns round, her curves giving a little jiggle as she stops. She bends forward and rests her forearms upon the examination table. The lush beauties of Pernilla Porcinilla's rear aspect are presented to you, her broad pink buttocks slightly parted, and her blonde-furred vulva pouting open, the bright pink inner lips swollen and slick with her natural juices.

"Now, Aberdean," she says. "The ANGLE is of great importance as you enter. Miss Wormwood, would you assist?"

Miss Wormwood arranges a small support under the Headmistress' feet to raise her slightly. "That should suffice, Headmistress," she says.

The second part of your lesson is as slow as the first, the excruciating ring of fiery pleasure sliding over the head of your member, more intensely over the crown, until the folds fully part and close again, holding you inside her.

"HOLD. Very GOOD," the Headmistress says.

But this time, she does not simply pause and tell you to withdraw. She squeezes down upon you. The ripples of shivery, intense erotic sensation leave you trembling and holding on tight to the Headmistress' broad, soft buttocks, hoping to move as little as possible. The root of your member pulses, feeling on the brink of an explosion, but somehow you're held right there. A bead of sweat rolls from your forehead down your face and falls from the tip of your nose.

At length the Headmistress expresses her satisfaction and asks you to withdraw. It's a slower, more difficult project than the last time. When you're free, you stumble backward. Miss Wormwood moves fluidly, catching you before you fall.

"There, there, Mr. Aberdean," Miss Wormwood says. Her hands are cool on your bare flesh, and her arms feel like they have taut steel cords under the pale, cool skin.

Headmistress Porcinilla straightens up and turns round. "Very GOOD, Aberdean. Now for the THIRD part. Would you ANOINT him, Miss Wormwood?" she says.

Miss Wormwood opens a pot of herbal salve. "One moment, Headmistress, I need another from the stores." She departs toward a door in the back of the Infirmary.

The Headmistress is flushed, her face gleaming with a faint dew of perspiration. "Oh, you have done well indeed, Mister Aberdean. I am looking FORWARD to putting you to the next TEST. This way."

The Headmistress takes you by the hand, her palm soft, moist and warm against yours, and leads you toward an alcove with a bed. She reclines, parting her legs.

Miss Wormwood returns with the salve. She anoints first the Headmistress' pouting female flower, then smooths more upon your shaft with a maddening tickle. You shiver under the touch of her cool, slim fingers, and your penis swells.

Roll +AMBITION to HAVE SEX with the Headmistress.

⚁⚀ + 2 = 5, Miss.

Caught in a dangerous situation with your pants down. Roll +BRAVERY(+0) to GET OUT OF DANGER.

The Headmistress beckons you forward. You climb atop the bed and allow her to position your member. With the slippery salve, it's easier to slide in, but still an intense experience that makes you shudder from head to toe and moan.

"Deeper," she urges. "DEEPER."

The tip of your shaft hits bottom. There's an explosion of color behind your eyes. The root of your shaft pulses, wanting to release, being unable. You flush hot all over.

Headmistress Porcinilla moans aloud. Her head turns left and right, the cords of her neck straining under her flesh. Her mouth opens and closes, gaping like a hooked fish. Her legs kick out spasmodically, then stiffen, her toes curling tightly. A little "ak-k-k-k" sound comes out. She stops moving.

This doesn't look right.

The Headmistress lies naked underneath you, her mouth agape, her eyes rolled upward, her arms flung wide and her legs kicked high. Her womb contracts tightly round your member, holding you in place. The intensity of the sensation makes it hard for you to concentrate. But you know something's wrong. You find your voice.

"Miss Wormwood, what do we do?" you call out. "Miss Wormwood?"

But Miss Wormwood is absent. You're alone with the Headmistress of Boarbristle Academy, having some sort of fit with your penis thrust deep inside her. You feel the tendrils of some sort of magical effect creeping up your shaft.