Futanari Teacher

Steph has it bad for her futanari teacher.

Futanari Teacher

“Young lady,” her tone and glare were dead serious. “If I had a dollar for every time some bitch wandered into my class and made my dick hard trying to get an A, I would be retired by now.”

My mind went blank. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.  She was supposed to want me.  I stared at her for a second while my mind wrestled with the reality. “An A?” I heard myself saying the words but couldn’t believe it. “I’m not here about my grades.” Her eyebrows arched a little and she glanced down at my cleavage. “I’m here because I want to fuck you.”

She put her hands together and looked me over. “Oh, that’s it?  You just want to fuck me?” A little grin crossed her lips. “You sat in the back of my class today and finger-fucked yourself because you want to fuck me?”

I didn’t know how to reply. My brain was on fire with a million questions that I wanted to blurt out. How could you still be unmoved? Don’t you want me?  Do you think this is funny? How many other people know about your…abnormality?

“I was…” I looked past her at the books on the shelves. “I was trying to get your attention.” I thought back to the first time I had realized that something was different about her. The first time I wondered if I had seen a bulge below her waistline – before I had caught a glimpse of her stroking herself into the toilet bowel through the little crack in the door.

“My attention?” She leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at me.

My stomach was in knots but there was nothing left to say. I let her soak in the view.

“I think it’s fair to say you could have gotten a dead man’s attention with that display.”

I looked down at my shoes and realized what was happening. “So…” I reached up and pulled the pencil out of my bun letting the dark curls cascade down around my face. “…you liked it.” There was a glimmer of hope and I was determined to hang onto it like a rope off a cliff’s edge.

Her eyebrows went up a little and that mischievous smile, the one I had imagined a thousand times, crept across her lips.

“You like the fact that I have been sitting in your class watching your every move.” I said the words far more confidently than I felt. Her eyes were glued to my fingertips as I reached for the fourth button and slipped the plastic through the little hole. My tits pushed out just to the nipple. “You like that I’ve been lying awake in bed for the last three weeks masturbating to the thought of you, your body  and that magnificent cock sliding inside of me.” I flipped another button through and the shirt opened completely letting my breasts free.

Her eyes bulged a little at the site of them.

I looked down and ran both hands under their soft curves. “You like these don’t you.”

“They’re quite nice,” she stared at my chest watching me fondle them.

With her eyes glued to my my near perfect tits, courage surged through me. I had her. “You loved watching me in class didn’t you?” I yanked my legs apart and slowly slid my hands up my thighs again. It was so hot, torturing both of us at the same time.

She stared at the white panties. “Is your dick hard, Professor? Is it straining against your zipper?” I stood up and put one knee on the desk as I leaned over to see.

She buried her nose in my hair and inhaled.

There was a solid round bulge near the top of her chinos. I reached out and ran my fingertip along it before looking up, just inches from her face. I could smell her cologne. I moved in and kissed her on the lips. It was a soft kiss, she didn’t move forward, didn’t engage. Good, try to maintain some control.  I pulled back and sat up on my knees.

She watched without a word, her eyes darting back and forth between my face and everything else.

“You know how good it felt this morning?” I spread my legs and pulled my skirt up showing her the panties. “You know how good it felt to know you were watching me?” I ran my fingers over my mound and sighed. “It was so intense, so hot.” I pressed my finger into the fabric and spread my lips. “I couldn’t stop imagining you fucking me.” I pulled the fabric aside and showed her my swollen pussy. “What were you thinking?” I whispered as my finger slid along my dripping wetness. “Did you want to touch me, professor? Is that what you were thinking? You wanted to touch me didn’t you?”

She nodded and reached out her hand.

I grabbed it and lifted it to my lips. “No,” I said. “I’ve wanted to touch you for weeks, now you get to wait.” I kissed her fingers and slipped them between my lips. Then I placed her hand on my tit. She squeezed and it was better than I imagined. Her long slender fingers were soft but strong. I could feel an orgasm building inside me. My belly was warm. I wanted it.

“What was it, Professor?” I took her hand and moved it my belly. “Did you want it to be your hand this morning? Your fingers sliding inside of me? Your swollen cock?” I moved off of my knees and dangled my legs off the desk on either side of her.

A sheen of sweat glistened across her forehead. She liked it. She wanted me.

I reached down and slipped my fingers around her zipper. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to see it, all the nights I had spent wondering and imagining what it would look like flashed behind my eyes. Was she born a man and simply decided to change? I didn’t care. I wanted her, her body, her lips, her fingers, and her cock.

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She closed her eyes in anticipation.

I pulled the zipper down and reached inside to free the thing I had imagined a hundred times. It sprang into my hand, huge and thick, bigger than I had ever thought it would be. The head was round and inviting, it was a man’s cock, a hefty, large rod of throbbing flesh. I slid off the desk between her legs. She backed her chair away from the desk and I wrapped my hand around the base of her shaft.

I stared down and couldn’t believe my eyes. I expected what I had always seen, a large shaft, a sack with balls. I had imagined the professor was simply a man who identified as a woman, a transgender person still carrying their original equipment, but the professor was more than that.

Her cock, the throbbing magnificence I held, had emerged from the top of her snatch, like her clit had somehow evolved and fashioned itself into a proper penis. I unbuttoned the pants and shimmied them past her knees.

She smiled down at me. “Not what you were expecting?”

I slipped a finger down and across her puffy, swollen pussy lips. Both? She had both? “You’re so much,” I slipped a finger inside her and watched her body go tense, “more than I imagined,”

I closed my eyes and gave in to what I had been dreaming about. I swiped my tongue across the tip of her.

She moaned and I felt the first orgasm move through me, drenching my panties and trickling down my thigh. I spread my lips and sucked the tip of her into my mouth.

“Oh, Steph,” she sighed.

I moved my tongue around her, sucking her and stroking her. I slipped my finger in between her folds and swirled it around her wet darkness. She tensed and I could taste the beginning of her orgasm. My heart fluttered with excitement and I sucked her deeper into my mouth.

Her hips thrust slightly; I moved my head up and down, my tongue back and forth. I glanced up and her face was a mask of ecstasy. “I want you to come,” I said. “I won’t stop until you come.”

She looked down and nodded while my hand kept up their steady work – stroking and tickling. I smiled. I couldn’t believe what was happening, what I was doing. I wanted more. I wanted to be her little sex slave, her little cum slut. I felt dirty and nasty. I was the student and she was the teacher.

I dove back onto her throbbing cock. I wanted to taste her come like I had in my dreams; I wanted to feel it shoot into my mouth, jet after hot sticky jet covering my tongue, forcing me to swallow. And then I wanted to know if her pussy could cum. How does someone like her orgasm?

She reached down and I felt her hands on my tits, two fingers pinched my hardened nipple. I moaned. The pain was sharp and intense; it cut through my bliss like lightning.

Her dick pulsed and throbbed along my tongue. I pulled her cock as deep into my mouth as I could. The head blossomed at the back of my throat. I closed my eyes and waved my tongue across the hot skin. I knew she was close. I pushed my fingers deep into her quim and arched them upward, pressing against the firm tissue of her pussy walls.

“Oh, yes…” she whimpered like it was the first time anyone had touched her. She held onto the chair as every muscle in her body went rigid. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Don’t stop.” Her fingers found the back of my head and she arched her back, pushing her cock deeper, against the back of my throat. “Right there, oh…”

Breathing through my nose, I relaxed my throat, and swallowed her deeper.

“Oh!” She let go.

I swallowed the first surge and then backed away because I wanted to taste it. The salty cum splashed across my tongue. I swallowed and rolled my tongue around her girth, sucking and swallowing as fast as I could. My head was swimming.

She continued to unload into my mouth, holding the back of my head firm with one hand as she ground her hips, fucking my face, and my fingers moved deeper inside her.

I took a breath and pulled away. Her cum streaked onto my face, and across my tits. She moaned softly while I licked the last few drops off her glans and then swiped my fingers through the stray juice and sucked them clean.

“Oh, my god,” she whispered breathlessly.

“That was…” I stood up, perched my ass on the edge of her desk, “…fucking amazing.” A glob of her cum dripped onto my thigh and I quickly scooped it up and onto my tongue. My cunt was on fire. “Now it’s your turn, Professor. Teach me.” I leaned forward kissing and licking her lips.

She spread my legs wide and pulled my G-string aside. “I intend to young lady.” She lowered her head and buried her face in my dripping pussy.

It felt so good her hot tongue lapping at my gash. I swung my head back and drank in the feelings each move her tongue made sent through me.

“I’m close,” I said, pushing my hips into her ravenous mouth. “Oh, don’t stop.” I put a hand on the back of her head as her tongue dove inside me, spreading me a little with each lick. And then it hit me, desire overcame me. I couldn’t wait for the next orgasm, I needed it now, I had to have it.

I glanced down at the back of her head, her hair hanging down, her pants around her ankles. My dreams were coming true. Her mouth was warm and wet. The heat behind my clit started to rise. The familiar pressure made me arch my back. I pressed my hips forward against her tongue, pushing my cunt into her mouth. My nipples stiffened. I had goosebumps everywhere.

The professor sucked and licked a few more times. Multiple orgasms washed through me, coming in waves, the prickly pleasure tingled through me.

When she lifted her head, she looked like she had been in a fight. Her lips were red and swollen; her hair was a tussled mess. She was gorgeous. I kissed her hard and licked my essence off her tongue and lips.

By now, her heart was racing and her cock was standing at attention again. I smiled and wrapped my hand around it. I had no idea how I was going to fit that monster inside of me, but I couldn’t wait to try. “You look like you’re ready to fuck, Professor.”

She slipped back into her chair. She had the look of someone who was barely under control, like a beast doing its best to hide what it really was. But I wanted her to let go, I wanted to be her little sex slave, her cum slut.

She glanced at my drenched and glistening gash before I took her penis and slid her up and down my eager pussy. “You never did tell me what you were thinking about this morning,” I smiled.

“This was what I was thinking,” she put a hand on either side of me and I guided her toward my hole. “I was thinking about this moment.”

The tip of her dick spread me apart and I came again. She was so thick, more like my roommate’s dildo than any dick I had ever felt before. I spread my legs wide as she entered me.

She grabbed my ass and pulled me forward, there was a bolt of pain as she inched deeper, stretching me around her. I watched more and more of her disappear inside me, filling me hot, throbbing flesh.

She retreated and then pushed again, fucking herself a little deeper with every thrust.  Soon she was in me, her waist grinding against my clit while her throbbing cock touched the deepest part of me.

I was breathing hard. She held onto my waist and ass. Faster and faster, she began fucking me earnest.

Bouncing up and down as she impaled me with her massive fuck stick, I grabbed a hold of her breasts and squeezed. I wished I had a way to fill her cunt while she fucked me. I leaned down and kissed her.

“God, you feel so good,” she moaned while she hammered away at my pussy.

My entire body bounced in rhythm with her hips. I leaned forward and buried my head in her neck, nibbling on her earlobe as the warmth began to build inside me. “Cum inside me,” I whispered.

Her cock banged against my deepest parts and I could feel control slipping away. On the verge of another orgasm, I almost laughed. I’m fucking the hottest woman I have ever seen and she had a cock that is about to send me into seizure of bliss. My breasts bounced up and down, harder and harder as the professor pushed herself toward orgasm.

And then it hit me, a tsunami of ecstasy. I couldn’t breathe. I tried to push the professor away but she held me close still pounding her length inside me, hammering my spasming pussy like it had never been fucked before. I screamed and she clamped a hand over my mouth.

It was everything I had hoped for, the professor banging away inside of me, my dripping cunt milking her cock with every stroke. The orgasm passed and I put my arms behind me on the desk leaning away from her so I could watch her fucking my tight little hole. It felt so good, the shaft sliding between my wet lips, the tip of her cock reaching deeper and deeper inside me.

Our eyes met and I could tell she was close. “Cum for me, baby.” I did my best to swivel my hips and tightened my cunt around her. “Do it. I want your cum inside me. Fuck me, Professor,” I said as our bodies collided. “Fuck me harder.”

Her fingers dug into my hips and she threw back onto the desk. Standing, she followed my instructions. Her hips became a blur. I moaned as another orgasm burned through me. My pussy was on fire. I couldn’t hear.

And then I felt it. The professor began pumping her hot pleasure deep inside me. I could feel it filling me, washing around her cock, and oozing out of me.

I held my breath and savored the feeling. It had happened. I had gotten what I wanted and everything that went with it.

The professor collapsed on top of me. “Oh,” she cooed, her forehead sweating, our breasts mashed together, “that was…”

“…amazing,” I interrupted.

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