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My new cock—a gift from a naughty fairy called Bean Sidhe, but who insisted on being called B—hardened at the sight of my fourteen-year-old daughter Belinda walking into my classroom. She was in my first class after lunch, her brown hair in the cutest pigtails. She had such an innocent face, her blue eyes wide. She had inherited my breasts, and they were large, pressing at her pink babydoll t-shirt. “Hi, Mom,” she said then paused, cocking her head. “There’s something different about you.”
“Oh, yes, there is,” I told her, my dick stretching my pantyhose. I didn’t wear anything else beneath my skirt. Just my nylons. They felt so wonderful on my hardening girl-cock. My shaft throbbed in them, my pussy growing juicy. “It’s been quite the ... day for your mom.”
A smile crossed her lips. “Are you dating again? Is it Ms. Gardner?”
I shuddered at the thought. Ms. Gardner was the wrong kind of lesbian. She was so ... hairy. I discovered that the hard way last year. I liked my women to be sexy and sensual and feminine, not hairier than a man. Her bush was a jungle, and yetis weren’t as shaggy as her legs.
“No, no, something else happened.”
“What?” she asked, loving gossip. Her blue eyes twinkled as her other classmates strolled in.
Including a minx named Heather. She had these piercing, blue eyes, the same shade as my daughter’s, her blonde hair short. She had such a virginal look about her. I salivated as she gave me a smile while sauntering by.
“I’ll tell you later.” My cock ached and throbbed so hard. I made a wish to fuck my underage students. All those young, virginal girls that I had such a crush on. So far, I had popped Amber Matheson’s cherry during lunch, making the girl whimper as I taught her all about sex. “Heather.”
“Yes, Ms. Marcie?” she asked. Only my girl students could call me Ms. Marcie. All the boy students had to call me Ms. Baumgartner.
“I need to speak with you in the hallway,” I said, my voice stern. My cock was too hard for me to teach. I needed relief.
As much as I wanted to fuck my daughter, I wanted it to be far more special than a quickie. She deserved to be loved the same way I had loved Amber during lunch. My cock was still wet with her virginal juices.
Heather stood up in her gray dress, smoothing her skirts. Her eyes were so wide as she walked to me, her hair swaying about that cute face. Her cheeks paled, losing her normal blush as she reached my desk.
“Relax,” I told her. “You’re not in trouble.”
She sighed in relief. Oh, she was so scrumptious. I couldn’t wait to enjoy her.
I gazed at my other students. “Just start reading until we get back,” I said. “The chapter’s on the board. Belinda’s in charge until I get back.”
“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” my daughter said. We didn’t like to advertise our relationship during class.
I held open the door for Heather. One of my male students almost trampled her as he raced in and darted to his seat. I shook my head at him. I wished I only taught girls. That would be wonderful. Then the entire class could have delicious orgies, all worshiping my new futa-cock.
But I didn’t wish that from the futa-fairy. Only a cock and the ability to fuck my female students.
There were so many favorites of mine. I preferred the freshman girls, though a few of the sophomores were still cute enough. Fresh and virginal. They weren’t as corrupted as the junior and senior girls.
I grinned, spotting another girl I was eager to fuck, Keily Redding, vanishing into a classroom. I grabbed Heather’s hand as I marched her down the hallway to the nearest ladies room, all my favorites dancing through my head: Patti Jones, a sexy, Black girl; Yunjin Kim, a scrumptious Korean treat; Jamie Miller, the newest member of the Pussycats, our schools cheer squad; Sita Korrapati, a gorgeous Indian girl and daughter of the school’s principal; Amber Matheson, no longer a virgin; young Heather at my side; Keily Redding with her gorgeous, auburn hair; and my daughter.
She was the one I wanted the most. The one it would be most wrong to molest.
My dick almost tore through my pantyhose, my pussy soaking the nylons.
“The restroom, Ms Marcie?” gasped Heather as I led her inside. “What are we doing in here?”
“Having sex,” I told her, feeling so bold. After Amber, I knew I could fuck any of my students. It was the magic of the wish. The same magic that transformed my clit into a big, throbbing dick. In all my fantasies, I wore a strap-on while fucking my students.
But having a girl-dick—this big, throbbing slab of aching flesh—was even better. I could feel their tight cunts wrapped about my shaft as I popped their cherries and made them into women. Feel their pussies spasm in orgasmic delight.
And then I would cum in them. Maybe even breed them.
God, that would be hot.
“Sex?” Heather said as she trailed after me. “What?”
I reached the last stall, pushing it open. “I’m going to take you in there and fuck you with my girl-dick.” I hiked my skirt. She gasped, seeing my cock stretching the dark material of my nylons. Color flooded her face, her blue eyes so wide.
Would my daughter’s eyes be so wide when I took her cherry?
I hoped they would be.
“That’s a ... a ... penis, Ms. Marcie.” She stared up at me. “How do you have that?”
“It’s a girl-cock,” I told her, bringing her hand to my throbbing dick. “You need to learn all the right words. Cock, dick, pussy, cunt.”
She flinched at the last word.
“Mmm, cunt is the best word to describe that wet hole between your thighs,” I told her as I rubbed her hand up and down my hardon. Precum bled through my nylons. She pressed the fabric into my shaft, making me shudder in pure delight. “That hot, nasty hole that’s just begging to be filled by my girl-dick.”
“I...” she swallowed. “Ms. Marcie...” her eyes were so wide. Tears beaded them. She was afraid, but her hand ... Her hand squeezed my futa-cock. Like with Heather, she was horny, aroused, and interested.
But she was also scared. Everything she knew told her it was wrong for an adult teacher to touch her. It was so wrong. She shouldn’t be aroused. But I knew she had a hot little cunt beneath her panties. She was eager to have her cherry popped.
I shoved my hand beneath her gray skirt. She trembled as I slid up her smooth thighs to the heat bleeding through her panties. She gasped as I rubbed at her crotch, her hand tightening on my cock through my nylons. I stroked her hot cunt, her juices soaking through her crotch.
“Yes, that is a hot, little cunt,” I purred. My finger pressed into her gusset, pushing the cloth into her pussy’s folds. Her eyes widened. “Isn’t it?”
“Ms. Marcie,” she groaned, glancing behind her at the bathroom door. Any second, someone could walk in.
That was hot. My pussy clenched, tingles racing up to the tip of my futa-dick.
“You can’t do this. This is wrong?”
“So wrong,” I moaned, rubbing harder at her pussy. “Now don’t lie to me, Heather. You have a hot, little cunt. It’s just so juicy for my big, girl-cock.”
She bit her lip.
“Answer me!” I snapped, putting all my authority in my voice as I loomed over her.
“Yes, Ms. Marcie!” she squeaked, shuddering.
“Say it!” I licked my lips. “Tell me how your hot, little cunt wants to be fucked.”
“M-my hot, little vag—”
“Cunt!” My finger pressed upward. I felt something resisting across the opening of her pussy. Her hymen. “Say the proper words. Pay attention to my lesson.”
“Cunt!” She gasped, her face so red from saying those words. It made my dick ache so badly, the tip begging to be in her. “My hot, little cunt n-needs your big c-cock in it.”
“Your virgin cunt, you little schoolgirl-slut?” I leaned down, rubbing on her pussy, my lips inches from hers. “Because that’s what you are now. My little schoolgirl-slut.”
“Y-your little schoolgirl ... slut?” Her eyes were so wide.
“What else do you call a girl who begs to fuck her teacher?” I grinned then kissed her hard on the mouth.
She groaned, shivering as she wiggled against me. My tongue plunged into her mouth, pressing her into the stall. She shivered, her hand clutching so hard to my dick, almost crushing it as her passion swelled in her. I brushed her tongue with mine, showing her how to kiss. She moaned, shivering, her body trembling.
I savored the kiss. It was so wonderful. I would have a harem of schoolgirl-sluts to enjoy. They would all love me. And my daughter, Belinda, would be at the center. Staring into Heather’s wide-open, blue eyes, I could almost imagine I was kissing my virginal daughter.
I broke the kiss and she panted, licking her lips. I grinned at her. “See, you are such a slut for my big-dick.”
“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” she moaned, her hips swaying.
“Now bend that pretty little ass over the toilet. I’m going to pop your cherry and fuck you so hard.” Heather let go of my cock to obey. Her short, blonde hair swayed about her face as she turned, my hand sliding from her panties. I brought my fingers to my lips, tasting her sweet musk. I shuddered at the flavor. She was so fresh and pure.
And I would violate her in the bathroom. God, I loved my wish.
I pulled her skirt up over her waist, tucking it into her waistband. Then I ripped down those virginal, white panties of hers, the crotch soaked darker, unveiling her trimmed, golden curls dripping with her juices. She was so wet already. Her sweet musk filled my nose.
“Oh, yes, you are just so juicy,” I groaned, pushing down my pantyhose so my cock flopped out. It smacked into her ass.
She gasped.
“Just such a hot, wet cunt. So eager for my cock.”
“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” she groaned as I rubbed my dick down her cute, bubbly ass to those golden curls. They tickled the tip of my dick, teasing it. I shuddered, my entire body quivering from the wicked thrill I was about to enjoy.
“Beg.”
She looked over her shoulder, her blue eyes so wide. “Beg?”
“Tell me what you want. Say it! Beg for it, you little slut!” My pussy dripped juices. My nylons were soaked. I pressed against her hymen, her hot flesh so silky. “Say it!”
“Ms. Marcie, fuck my hot, little c-cunt with your big d-dick!”
“My big futa-dick,” I groaned. “I’m a futanari now. Like those two cheerleaders. Did you see the game on Friday?” It was so hot watching Kimmie and Cassandra, the two futa-cheerleaders, fucking their fellow cheer mates during the game.
“No,” she squeaked. “But ... please, fuck me! With your big futa-dick, Ms. Marcie! My hot, little cunt needs it. B-because I’m a ... a schoolgirl-slut!”
Her entire body shook saying those last words. Her pussy grew even hotter against the tip of my dick. Her cute hips wiggled with desire. I couldn’t resist her silky delight any longer. I had to fuck her hard, fast.
And cum.
I thrust forward. Her cherry popped beneath my thrusting cock. I rammed through her thin hymen in moments. It tore. And then her hot, tight pussy was around my cock. She moaned so loudly, her voice echoing off the bathroom tiles.
“Ms. Marcie!” she squealed as my cock buried into her pussy’s depths. Her hot cunt took every inch of it. My crotch pressed into her bubbly ass. She wiggled, her cunt a furnace around my dick. So tight. “Oh, Ms. Marcie!”
“Yes,” I groaned, staring at that cute ass as I drew back.
And rammed into her again.
She squeaked every time I bottomed out in her hot ass. Her cunt gripped my cock, massaging it, driving me wild as I reamed her. The pleasure surged through me. It was so amazing to fuck this cute thing, to ram my dick into her over and over. Her butt-cheeks jiggled as my crotch smacked into her.
The hot, tight friction burned around my cock as I violated my student’s once virgin cunt. I pounded her so hard, groaning, my large tits bouncing in my bra. She was so tight and hot, her pussy squeezing around my dick as she groaned.
“Oh, that’s it, you naughty schoolgirl-slut,” I moaned, my voice tinny as it echoed back. “Oh, you just love it.”
“I do!” she gasped. “I’ve never been so hot. I’m feverish. Oh, Ms. Marcie. Oh, wow! Oh, this is amazing.”
“Being a slut for your futa-teacher?”
“Yes!” Her pussy clamped down so hard on my dick. It was ecstasy.
I gripped her hips, ramming into her, my orgasm building as I stared at her jiggling butt-cheeks. I moved my hands to them, pulling them apart, exposing her brown sphincter. It winked at me as I buried over and over into her pussy.
I had to fuck her ass with my big girl-dick. I had to sodomize this sexy schoolgirl and dump my cum into her bowels.
“Ms. Marcie!” she gasped in shock when I ripped my cock out of her pussy. “What are you ... Oh, no! Not there! Not my up my butt!”
“It’s called anal, you slut,” I groaned, rubbing my well-lubed cock on her wrinkled sphincter. She felt so velvety against me. “I’m going to fuck your tight, hot asshole so hard. You’re going to squeal. Yes, you are.”
I thrust. She squealed.
It was heaven sinking into her hot, tight, virginal bowels. I took both her cherries only minutes apart. She went from innocent to schoolgirl-whore in moments. Her back arched, her entire body shuddering as her bowels clenched about my dick. I buried all the way into her, my crotch rubbing on her cute buns.
I savored how tight she was. Even tighter than her pussy. She wasn’t as wet, her bowels a rougher delight. I pulled back and she let out a low groan of bliss, her bowels clenching on my dick. The friction was incredible. I shuddered, my hands gripping her ass so hard, thumbs sinking into her pale flesh.
“That’s it,” I panted and rammed back into her. “I’m going to flood your asshole with my cum, you naughty slut!”
“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” she groaned, her hips moving. She loved it, the little slut.
Our flesh smacked so loudly together as I reamed her. I groaned and gasped. The friction burned across my dick. My eyes rolled back into my head as I savored every moment of the plunge. My pussy clenched, the pressure building and building.
Her moans grew louder and louder. She gripped the toilet, the porcelain groaning as she rocked back into me. Her blonde hair swayed as her flushed face tossed back and forth. I squeezed her ass as I plowed her.
“Ms. Marcie! Something’s happening. It’s ... Oh, wow! Oh, my gosh!”
The slut came.
Her bowels writhed about my futa-dick. I groaned, savoring my student’s plunge into whorish passion. She would be addicted to my cock. She would be my lover, my submissive slut. I would have such a harem of schoolgirls. They would all worship me.
My girl-cum erupted into her asshole. I shuddered as blast after blast of my cum fired into her bowels. Her asshole milked my girl-cock. The pleasure shot through me, burning my mind. My pussy spasmed so hard, convulsing with each blast, adding sweet waves to the wild rush firing out of my dick.
I loved it. I loved being a naughty futa-teacher.
“Ms. Marcie,” she mewled. “That was awesome!”
“Tomorrow, during lunch, my classroom. So you can meet the other sluts who love me.”
“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” she groaned as my shrinking cock plopped out of her asshole.
We straightened our clothing and wiped the sweat from our flushed faces. She held my hand so tight as we walked back to class, though her steps were a little awkward. She had a sore ass but a happy smile on her lips.
All during my lesson, I kept glancing at Heather as she squirmed at her desk, unable to to sit still as my cum leaked out of her asshole into her panties. It kept such a huge grin on my lips, my cock so hard as I lectured.
After class, I caught my daughter as she walked out the door. “Be here right after your final class,” I told her. “No dawdling. We have a lot to talk about.”
Her eyes widened. “What’s going on with you, Mom?”
I grinned at her. “Better hurry to your next class, munchkin.”
I watched my daughter’s ass, cupped in her jean skirt, as she hurried out of my classroom. My cock was hard again. There was a bulge at the front of my skirt, but it was slight. You had to know about it to notice it.
As I taught my next two classes, both full of seniors and juniors, girls I wasn’t too interested in, I felt my students eyes on me. I wondered if they noticed the bulge. I couldn’t help but face them, wanting them all to know I was a futanari know like Kimmie and Cassandra.
“Okay, for tomorrow I want chapters sixteen and seventeen read,” I said to my final class. “Be prepared to discuss the themes in class.”
They groaned. I smiled at them, especially at Deidre Reddings, Kylie’s older sister. It would be hot to fuck them both, watching the sisters lick my cum out of my pussy. I could make an exception for a junior like Deidre.
But first I had to have my fun with the younger girls.
My students filed out and my cock throbbed so hard. I perched on my desk, crossing my legs. The skirt clung to my thighs, the hem riding up with a sensual whisk against the nylons. I shivered, my breasts rising and falling in my blouse. My nipples were so hard.
I unfastened the top two buttons of my blouse, freeing more of my tits, giving myself a nice cleavage for my daughter to admire. My pussy clenched as I stared at the door waiting for her arrival. I couldn’t wait to teach her so many new things today.
I licked my lips. My daughter was just scrumptious.
Students passed outside. I peered at them through the small window set in the door. They laughed and talked as they passed, their footsteps thudding, a constant roar outside my door. My skin grew tighter and tighter as I awaited my daughter’s appearance. I couldn’t wait for her to come striding through the door, a big smile on her face.
I took a deep breath.
Her face appeared.
My daughter opened the door, her pigtails swaying as she stepped in, a big grin on her face. She had such excitement bursting across her features. She closed the door behind her and hurried to me, her jean skirt rustling against her pink tights.
“So,” Belinda said, her eyes so eager. “You are seeing someone, right, Mom? Is she pretty?”
My daughter had never cared that I was a lesbian. She had always accepted it even if she showed far too much interest in boys. But that would change. Once she saw what Mommy was packing beneath her skirt, she wouldn’t need a boy.
Or a man. She had a futa-mother.
“Are you going on a date tonight?” she asked as she stood before me, glancing at my cleavage. “You unbuttoned part of your blouse.”
“You noticed,” I purred, my cock throbbing, pressed tight by my crossed thighs.
“So who’s it with, Mom?” Her blue eyes were so bright, her breasts straining her babydoll t-shirt. My dick throbbed beneath my panties as she shifted her shoulders, making those lush tits jiggle, her bra unable to constrain them.
“You,” I purred, reaching out and cupping her cheeks.
Confusion furrowed her brow, her blue eyes blinking. “Me? Where are we going?”
“It’s happening right here, my little munchkin,” I told her, pulling her closer to me, loving the heat of her cheeks beneath my fingers.
“Mom,” she said, a hint of ... something, maybe fear or concern, tightening her voice. “What is going on? You’re acting weird. Like you’re high or something.”
“I’m not high. But I am different. Do you want to know why?”
“Of course,” she said, biting her lip. “You’re making me worry.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about your sexy mother,” I laughed.
My daughter blinked her eyes. “Sexy ... What?”
“Lift up my skirt and see what changes have happened to your mother.” I rubbed my thumbs along her cheek bones. “Mmm, I have such a naughty surprise for you. It’s time for your mom to teach you a few things.”
“Your ... skirt...” Her voice faltered. “What?”
“Be a good girl and obey your mother, munchkin. You’re at school. I’m a teacher, and I have so much to teach you.”
She looked down at my skirt. “What is that... ? There’s something tenting your skirt like a...” Her eyes shot up to me, so blue and wide. “Are you wearing one of your...” Her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. “ ... toys?”
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