Emma’s Surprise – A Futanari Fun Tale

Emma's Surprise - A Futanari Fun Tale

A little quiet lately, I know, but I have been working on a whole bunch of new projects – flitting from one to the other the way a naughty coed flits from one cock to the next.  Among the projects was a piece I have been toying with for a little while. I decided to take the idea of teacher/student fantasy and apply it to Futanari.

What did I end up with? How about an eighteen year old freshman with the hots for her teacher, Professor Chloe Thompson – a tall, sexy professor who barely seems to notice our young heroine.

Of course, Emma comes up with a plan to get the teacher’s attention, no matter how risky it might be. What does she do? Well, I don’t want to give too much away but she walks into class dressed like the epitome of a sexual fantasy and then she raises the stakes by driving the Professor mad from the last row in the classroom.

You can probably guess what happens next, but I few quite a few little twists into this Futanari tale – lets just say I explored a few themes outside of the traditional fantasy I have been describing.

So, another 12,000 word short story as hot I could make it. I think you’ll like it.

Teaser:

I put my hands on my knees. I felt possessed, I couldn’t help myself.

As soon as I moved, she glanced up.

I grinned and slowly pushed my legs apart.

She looked away and moved to the desk on the far side of the stage.

I kept slowly opening my legs, opening like a flower.

She kept glancing up at me. I tried to imagine the view she had, the skirt slowly rising up my thighs, the white stockings visible, and then the lace fabric at the top. Could she see how wet my panties were getting? What was she thinking now; watching me slowly unwrap myself like a present?

After a few seconds, she asked a student to read a passage from the book.

I lifted my eyebrows when she looked up.  Was I was winning? She had never asked anyone to read from the book before.  Was she unable to keep lecturing, to concentrate? As soon as she looked at me again I slid my hands onto my inner thighs and pushed my legs wide open. It was raw and dangerous but I loved it. My heart was racing. I was so wet. I knew my panties were drenched.

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