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Story Codes: Teen hermaphrodite/Female, Oral Sex, Body Modification, School, MILF, Virgin

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Lisa Green

I woke up excited.

I had an idea for my solution. No longer would I be the Plain Jane, the Nerdy Nellie, or the Geeky… Gina? The Geeky Ginny! I would be hot! I would have boobs! A cute face! No more glasses! No more braces! This was the whole new me! Hello world, Lisa Green is going to be a sexy teenage girl! I’m popping off!

I grabbed my glasses and slipped them on, the world coming into focus.

I glanced at the mirror. At my bushy, red hair. It fell in a poofy mess around my face. I could never tame it. I combed it and combed it, but it never grew slick and sleek like Shanice Black’s hair. My face was round. My lips small. My nose tiny. I wasn’t hot. No cheekbones. No dimples. My blue eyes were my best features, but when you had to wear glasses with coke-bottle lenses…

I slid my gaze down to the pink t-shirt I wore. I was fifteen, and where were my breasts? They were these little things. My older sister Natti had a pair of nice, round D’s. Mom had even bigger boobs. They were like F’s.

And I had little A’s. They were barely classified as titties. No curves to my hips. A flat butt. Coltish thighs. I could be mistaken for a boy if my hair wasn’t as long. It was so annoying. I wanted to be sexy. Sure, I was smart, but who cared if no one wanted to date me.

I was so horny.

I didn’t want to lose my virginity to the vibrator I had secretly ordered off Amazon. That was just too pathetic. So I had a formula. I would finish it up in the chem lab today. My beauty elixir. It would work wonders. Make me just perfect.

More perfect than Shanice Black! Ooh, she would eat her panties in envy at how hot I would be after my treatment. All my calculations were correct. I had worked out the organic chemistry to a T. Solutions had been brewing for weeks to make this right. It was the culmination of six months of work.

Finally, I would be hot.

I ripped off my nightshirt and threw it in the hamper. I gathered my clothes and headed into the bathroom I shared with Natti. Our rooms both connected to it. She wasn’t in here, thank god. Natti was still asleep. She liked to go right to the limit than hurry to do her hair and makeup. She showered the night before just to maximize on her sleep.

I once pointed out that if she went to bed earlier, she could wake up earlier. Her answer? A roll of the eyes and a muttered, “What a dweeb.”

I would no longer be a Dweeby Debbie!

I showered and blow-dried my hair. I valiantly fought to tame it, but the red stuff refused to be anything but bushy. I applied a touch of makeup. I would use more once I was hot. I had watched YouTube tutorials. I knew what I was doing. I would buy new clothes—I’d need them since I’d have nice tits and a curvy butt—and just shake my high school to its core.

Dressed, I headed back to my room and grabbed my book bags. I headed downstairs to the scent of Mom making breakfast. She always made a good breakfast. I made sure to eat while Natti was lucky to grab more than a piece of bacon.

“Hey, Mom,” I said as I came downstairs.

She was in a pair of mom jeans and a t-shirt from our church’s woman’s conference last year. She turned to me and smile, her auburn hair spilling around her face. Her green eyes flicked me up and down.

“You look like you’re in a great mood, Lisa,” she said, turning back to the omelets she was making.

“I am!” I said.

“Right, right, your project finishes today,” Mom said. “Going to be some big changes, huh? Really think you’ve revolutionized the world with your boob job elixir.”

“I have,” I said, lifting my chin. “Women will all be feminine and pretty and feel good about themselves without risking the dangers of plastic surgery.”

“Well, I hope it works,” she said. I believed her. She didn’t think it would work, but she still was rooting for me. “And if it doesn’t, you’re going to be successful no matter what. Your brains are going to take you far!”

“They are,” I said, my confidence unshakable. A giddy shiver ran through me. I wanted to just get the day over, but I had classes. Those were important, too.

Mom brought my omelet to me. I smiled at the sight of it with some melted cheese on top. My mouth watered at the sight. She was an amazing cook. I cut into it with a fork and took a big bite of the egg, cheese, ham, and spinach. I loved it. I quivered in delight.

Natti came down as I finished up. Mom had sat down to eat the omelet she made for herself. Natti opened the fridge and pulled out a sports drink. She wore a pair of tight jeans that hugged her rump and a crop top that showed off her round breasts nicely. I didn’t need big boobs. D’s were more than enough to look hot.

“So, drinking your mad scientist potion today?” she asked as she shook it, her nose stud catching the light. Her brown hair fell in cute curls down to her shoulders.

“Yep,” I said.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t turn yourself into a slime or something. Or grow tentacles.”

“Afraid I’ll molest you?” I asked.

She snorted. “You’re just going to end up in the hospital with your stomach pumped. No skin off my ass! Later!”

“I made you an omelet,” Mom said.

“I’m going to be late!” said my sister as she headed out.

“I don’t know why you make her one,” I said. “You know she won’t eat it.”

“Because she’s my daughter,” Mom said. “That’s a good enough reason to do anything. Besides, she eats half of them.”

“Well, I got to go,” I said and stood. I hugged my mom, receiving a quick kiss on the cheek back, and darted out the door.

I was so eager to get to school. I hopped on my bike and peddled towards it, the wind whipping at my bushy hair. My jeans rubbed against the seat, the sound relaxing. I enjoyed the exercise. It felt good and I liked being so green. Not like Natti. She had a car.

I soon reached the school, the other students starting to show up. I spotted Shanice hanging off the arm of her beefcake boyfriend. Ooh, Curtis was such a hunk. He was the star quarterback. I would love to be his girl. That would be so hot.

Just such a rush to hang off his arm. I would seduce him from Shanice once I was a hottie.

Until, then, I made sure to give her a wide berth. I didn’t need her snide comments.

I moved through the crowds but felt alone. No one was around me. I had no real friends. But that was okay. That would all change tomorrow. Just one more day of being ignored. Just one more day until I was the sexiest girl at school.

I stopped by my locker before heading to my first class. I had English with Mrs. Vanderbilt. I sat down in the back as usual and only half-paid attention. It was a fine class, but we read such boring books. Shakespeare and all that stuff. Such sappy romances.

Then it was off to my precalculus class taught by Mr. Wong. Now here was an interesting class. It was challenging. I had to use my brain. Solve problems. I raised my arm to answer all the time. I felt so proud every time I got one right.

“Yep, that’s it, Miss Green,” he said.

Computer Science was another class. We were programming in python today, using what we learned to make our own rudimentary video game. I spent some time debugging. I made one dumb mistake and took me a while to find it. It wasn’t chemistry, but I still liked it.

I bought lunch from the cafeteria. I sat alone and read a book by Andy Peloquin. It was an exciting sci-fi one about a half-cyborg assassin. It was a real page-turner, which was good because my eagerness was growing.

It wouldn’t be long before I would be finishing my compound. Before my potion was ready. I liked to think of it as a potion. Almost magical, but it was pure science.

Chemistry was my next class taught by Ms. Lynette. The brunette moved about the room, helping with the assignments. My project was on a table in the back that she had roped off. I was allowed to go back there during class to check on things.

It was so exciting. The reagents had worked. It was almost time for the last step.

“Mad scientist is playing again,” drifted to my ears as I moved around the setup of beakers. Chemicals were flowing around as I readied for the final steps.

My gaze flicked to that cunt, Shanice.

“I hope she doesn’t blow us up,” said Marjorie.

“It would be cool if she blew herself up,” said Shanice. “God, that hair of hers. Has she never heard of gel? I mean, I get she’s a nerd, but she could at least try.”

“Why bother?” Marjorie asked. “She’s the plainest girl in school. Not even the nerdy guys want to date her. Not when they could just watch some porn on their phones.”

“Braces can’t be good for giving head,” said Shanice. “And what is she messing around with? It smells god-awful. Ugh, I want to vomit.”

I ignored them. They were just dumb bitches that only had their looks.

Ms. Lynette came around a few minutes later. “Things are looking good, Lisa.”

“Thanks, Ms. Lynette,” I said to the older woman. She was a divorcee in her thirties. A gorgeous woman. I wanted to look as beautiful as she did when I was thirty. “It’s going great. I’ll be finished with it after school. The last step should be ready. I just have to add in the final component.”

“Wonderful,” she said. “Well, it really is an interesting idea. I don’t know if it’ll really work, but I hope it does.”

“It will,” I said. “It’ll give me bigger breasts and straight hair and a beautiful face.”

“Good luck. If it works, you’re going to make millions. Just mention your ol’ science teacher that helped you out.”

I beamed up at Ms. Lynette, not caring that I was flashing my braces. Her praise just lifted my spirits. This would work. It would be magnificent. She gave me a final nod before heading off to check on the other students, passing by the supply cabinets. She ruffled the periodic table hanging on it, the sticky tack keeping it up failing at the corners.

I spotted Shanice and Marjorie glancing back at me. They looked away and added chemicals to their solutions. Both turned an ugly shade of purple. I smirked. They put in too much of the reagent and ruined it.

The girls looked around at the other tables, frowning at the hue of their concoction. Smoke started to rise from them. Ms. Lynette hurried over and shook her head, telling them to wash out their beakers and start again.

I smirked.

Shanice glanced at me. I wiped off the grin. She glared daggers at me.

I didn’t care.

I monitored my solution until class was over then it was off to German. I took German because so much work in Chemistry and Physics was done by the Germans, so being able to speak it was a valuable skill for an upcoming scientist like me.

“Guten tag, Frau Hure,” I said in German when I entered, smiling at the blonde teacher who taught the class. She wore her usual cardigan, a lilac one today, and looked so elegant with her black nylons and her skirt. “Wie geht’s?”

“Gut, gut, fraulein,” she answered. “Du?”

“Sehr gut!” I beamed at her. I was doing very good.

I took my seat. We all chose a “German” name in class. I was Heidi, which was such a cute name. I took my seat and we were soon holding conversations in basic German. We weren’t up to using complicated sentences, but we had a large vocabulary now.

Frau Hure moved about, nodding her head, her wedding ring gleaming on her left hand. She was a busty woman. I so envied her those Bavarian looks. Her round face and pouty lips. More than a few of the boys followed her around like salivating dogs.

“Auf wiedersehen, meine liebchens,” she said. She liked to use the term of endearment. It meant something like “little loves.” English didn’t quite have the equivalent.

I headed off to my last class of the day. My stomach was tying itself into knots as I rushed to US History. It was such a dry class. I didn’t really care about history. I looked to the future. I didn’t need to be bogged down in the past.

So I fidgeted. I fretted. I stared at the clock waiting and waiting for the time to tick down. I quivered through it. I was so close. Twenty minutes became fifteen minutes which became ten. Then the clock nearly stopped.

Those analog hands almost didn’t move.

Nine minutes bled slowly into eight minutes. I gripped the edge of my desk, staring at the clock. Seven minutes. God, when would this end? Six minutes. Mr. Francis still droned on and on about Reconstruction. I didn’t care about the Gilded Age one bit. Five minutes.

Come on, come on. I wanted to be beautiful. Ugh, why did my perception of time have to be so acute right now? I could feel each stuttering movement of the second hand as it twitched from hash mark to hash mark on hits slow revolution around the clock face.

Four minutes.

I rubbed clammy hands on my desktop. Three minutes.

I wanted to just dart out of my seat right now.

Two minutes.

God, why was he still lecturing? I shoved my book into my bag like a few others were.
One minute.

Why wasn’t he wrapping it up? Didn’t he see all of us eager to get out of here?

Time was up. The bell rang.

“Oh, my, we’re out of time,” he said. “Okay, okay, I want you all to write me a three-page paper on the effects the Fourteenth Amendment had on the Southern States. Just a quick essay on your thoughts. You can go.”

Like I had been shot out of a cannon, I bolted to my feet and darted for the door, bumping into a few other students. I burst out into the hall and moved at a brisk pace. I didn’t run—god, I wanted to run—but moved with purpose. Long steps. I reached my locker to drop off something since it was on the way, then it was off to chemistry.

“Hey, Lisa,” a guy called out behind me.

I blinked and turned around to see the beefcake moving towards me, a handsome smile on his face. I shuddered as he flicked his gaze off me. The warmth in my nethers swelled. I straightened, my heart pounding a mile a minute in my chest.

“Y-yes?” I asked, my mouth going dry.

“I just wanted to say…” He stroked my hair. “You got great hair. I mean… I love it.”

I shuddered. What was going on?

“You’re really cute,” he continued, leaning over me. Was this a joke? I felt there was a trap here, but I couldn’t help but light up at his words. My cheeks warmed as I smiled, but not wide enough to show my teeth.

“T-thanks,” I said, wanting to adjust my glasses.

“Yeah, real cute,” he said. “Listen, I need to have my cock sucked. You mind doing it for me?”

“W-what?” I asked.

“You know, suck my dick.” He stroked my cheek, grinning at me. “Just bob that cute mouth up and down my dick. I know a quiet place. Hell, I might even pop that cherry if I can fuck you from behind.”
My brow tightened.

“I mean, I won’t see much of your face when you’re sucking my dick, but I’m not sure I could keep it hard and fuck your pussy at the same time if I had to look at you.” He chuckled, this evil sound. “Maybe I can put a brown bag over your—”

I slapped him. Or tried to.

He laughed as he held my arm in his strong grip. He shoved me back as I hissed at him. What a jackass. He headed over to a few of his friends who were all laughing at me. I spun around and marched to the chemistry class, fuming.

I burst through the door and saw the equipment. The final solution was in its ice bath. It had been cooled down and looked just about the right color. I hurried to it, brushing the periodic table stuck to the supply closet. The end curled up and slapped back against it.

I reached my table, my heart beating so fast. I picked up the flask from the ice bath and studied it. Looked pure. I moved over to the other solution. I poured in the new chemical. They mixed, swirling for a minute before settling on this pink color.

I thought it would be redder, but everything should be correct. You could never quite know how a new compound would look. I swirled it around. It was a complicated organic molecule that I had created.

Sulfaridine-Laxic-Uraciline Tamrixillin.

A mouthful of a name, but that was the fun of creating orgasmic molecules. The bizarre long names they had. I took a deep breath and drank the concoction. A bitter, salty flavor filled my mouth. I swallowed it, feeling it work down to my guts and settle there.

A rumble rippled through my tummy. I could feel it going to work.

Then laughter burst from the supply cabinet. I gasped as it burst open. Shanice spilled out with her phone out. She had it aimed at me as she held a beaker in her other hand. I stared at her in shock as she sauntered forward.

“Little Miss Mad Scientist thinks she just drank a formula to make her have big boobs and a beautiful face instead of being so plain and doughty,” cooed Shanice, her eyes sparkling with malice. “But I added this. Phen… Phena… Phena I don’t care. I dumped it in. Spiked it.”

It was the wrong color. I stared at the label and saw it was Phendaline.

“No,” I breathed, my stomach twisting more. “Oh, no.” I didn’t drink Sulfaridine-Laxic-Uraciline Tamrixillin but… Phendexrohol-Uraciline Tamrixillin. I had no idea what that would do to me. “You bitch. I outta…”

I took a step then gasped, clutching at my stomach. I groaned as it twisted with pain. Shanice watched, her brow furrowing. I gasped at the knife stabbing into my stomach. She took a step back now, looking nervous.

“Help,” I whimpered, reaching for her.

The pain swelled in my insides. This burning heat reached lower and lower in my guts. Tears sprang in my eyes. I tried to crawl forward but fell on my belly. I curled up on my side, the pain intense. Tearing up my guts.

“Please… help…” I whimpered. “I need… help…”

Shanice stared at me, her eyes so wide. She squeaked and turned around, fleeing. She bolted out the door. I heard her footsteps echoing down the hallway before the door shut. I closed my eyes, trembling through all the pain.

It was burning through my guts. Throbbing and twisting about in them. I rolled over on my back, the heat spreading. It rose to my breasts. I groaned as they swelled. Grew. I gasped as they expanded in my bra. It was working.

It shouldn’t be working, but it was.

I trembled as the heat in my nethers swelled. The pain retreated as this throbbing rippled through my virgin pussy. I shuddered, my back arching. I squeezed my eyes shut as my bra constricted about my growing boobs. The edges of cups bit into my flesh.

I shook my head back and forth. I had to get it off. I sat up, the throbbing pulsing through my pussy. It concentrated, this burning itch rippling over my nethers. I didn’t know what this potion was doing down there. I just had to get my bra off.

Whimpering as my bra grew tighter about my swelling tits, I pulled off my t-shirt. I ripped it off and threw it down on the ground. I shuddered as I stared at my breasts. They were no longer growing. They had become maybe D’s like my big sister had.

I reached behind me, shuddering. I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain. I found the clap.

Fumbled at it.

It was hard to get to unfasten. It was pulled tight. My arms bent and contorted as the heat in my pussy intensified. I felt something engorging down there, pushing at the cloth. It almost felt good as it pulsed. I shook my head and jerked at the clasp of my bra.

It came undone. I groaned in relief and ripped off my bra. My new round and plump breasts spilled out. I shuddered, staring at them. Red lines marked the edges of my old bra. I had fatter nipples. I panted, that discomfort gone.

Now a new one was growing in my panties.

They felt so tight. They constricted around something engorging. It pushed against my jeans. I whimpered as I stared down past my new boobs to this forming bulge. What was going on down there? What had this concoction done to me?

I stood, my glasses shifting on my nose. I still needed those. Ugh. And my hair was still bushy and thick. The tightness in my crotch spread. Something had grown out of my pussy. My eyes widened at the thought.

“No, no, no,” I groaned. I liked Anime. I knew about Hentai. About dickgirls. Futanari. “No, no, no, no, no!”

I unsnapped my jeans and shoved them down to see this massive bulge tenting my panties. It bowed outward, trying to break through. It throbbed and pulsed with my heartbeat with this itch at the tip. I had a cock.

I shoved down my panties just as the door to the classroom opened. My new cock sprang out before me. It was huge. A foot long. I stood there and squeaked in fright as Ms. Lynette walked in and froze at the sight of me.

“Lisa!” she gasped, her cheeks going scarlet while I stood there frozen.

My new futa-cock throbbed before me. Aching. Itching. My bigger boobs swayed. “M-M-Ms. Lynette,” I stammered. “It just… It grew… From my… And I had to… They were too tight… And my… my bra was… small… I just… I had to…”

She swallowed as I stood there. Her eyes were locked on my new cock. I had a dick. And a pussy. I could feel my juicy and virginal sheath. This was impossible. My breathing quickened as the shame burned in me. I wanted to run. To hide.

But I was frozen with shock. I whimpered.

“I’m sorry,” I squeaked.

“No, no,” she said as she walked toward me. “Oh, Lisa, you, uh… Your potion gave you that breast enhancement you wanted. And you’re, uh, you’re face is even cuter. But… but… You have a…”

“I know,” I whimpered. “I wasn’t supposed to have that.” It was the Phendaline. That chemical had changed the formula to engorge my… my clit? Was it my clit that had grown? “Shanice, she messed with it.” Tears sprang in my eyes. “Now I’m a freak. I’m a futanari freak. I have a dick. A dick and pussy and I’m a dickgirl!”

I shook as the emotions overwhelmed me. My entire body trembled, shaking my new boobs. Tears blurred my vision and ran hot down my cheeks. My new futa-dick throbbed with this horrible itch at the tip. This ache that needed to be satiated. I was… horny.

This was a nightmare. A complete disaster. I trembled as Ms. Lynette enfolded me in her arms. She pulled me close to her. Her sweet perfume filled my nose. Her large breasts rubbed against my round boobs through her top while my futa-dick throbbed against her stomach.

“It’s okay,” she said, rocking me. “I mean… it’s a very pretty cock.”

“What?” I asked, sniffing.

“I mean, you’re a very pretty dickgirl,” she cooed, her hand sliding down my naked back. “Just a gorgeous girl-cock, in fact. You should be proud that you grew such a big one, too. I’ve never seen one that big. It’s rather impressive.”

“M-Ms. Lynette?” Confusion whimpered over me.

“Mmm, yes, yes, you’re just a yummy dickgirl, aren’t you,” she purred. Her voice had this husky, sensual quality to it. I had never heard her speak like this. Lower in octave. Smoky. Her hands slid down my back to grab my rump. “Mmm, yes, yes, you’re just a sexy, young thing with a big girl-cock. Oh, you make me wet, Lisa.”

“Ms. Lynette?” I squeaked, so confused. What was going on?

She broke the hug and slid her hands around my waist. They went up to cup my breasts. She kneaded them. Waves of delight washed through my body. My boobs felt so sensitive, drinking in her touch as she kneaded them. My cock throbbed even more. My clit-dick ached.

She licked her lips than the MILF ducked her head down and engulfed my nipple. I gasped as my teacher suckled on it. This was so surreal. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it felt so good. Just so delicious to have her sucking on my nub.

She danced her tongue around it. I had never had anyone touch me like this. It felt incredible. I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive. I pushed up my glasses as she nibbled on my nub with her soft lips. She nursed on me with all her passion.

“Ms. Lynette,” I whimpered. “You can’t do this. You’re my teacher.”

She popped her mouth off my nipple and cooed, “It’ll be our little secret. My… reward for letting you use my equipment.”

“Ms. Lynette!” I gasped, scandalized. “What had gotten into you?”

“You’re just so sexy,” she moaned. “I’ve never met anyone as hot as you. Mmm, dickgirls are just so gorgeous. Your girl-dick makes me so wet.”

She engulfed my other nipple and suckled. My girl-cock throbbed as she did that. I shuddered as her hands slid down my body. She grabbed my new dick. She worked her hand up and down it. She rubbed against my folds on the downstroke.

She nibbled on my nipple. Every time she suckled, it grew harder and harder to think. To want to resist this. She felt so amazing. My girl-cock throbbed in her hand. She worked up and down it. I moaned at how awesome that felt.

“I’m a futanari,” I moaned. “A futa-girl with a huge cock. A clit-cock, Ms. Lynette.”

She popped her mouth off my nipple and dropped to her knees before me. “Yes, yes, a beautiful clit-cock.” She licked her lips. “Oh, Lisa!”

My teacher engulfed the wide tip of my new futa-dick. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt so amazing to have her sliding her lips over my spongy crown. My cunt clenched as she suckled. Pleasure shot through my body.
It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. This w

as so much different from masturbation. Her warm, wet mouth surrounded the tip of my girl-cock. It was so sensitive. Her tongue swirled around the crown and pleasure shot down my shaft to wash through my virgin pussy.

“Oh, my god,” I whimpered, my face contorting. “Oh, wow, that’s so good.”

Ms. Lynette winked a hazel eye at me.

She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my clit-dick. I gasped as she did that. My entire body shook. It got better. Somehow, this had gotten even better than before. I whimpered, my new, round tits jiggling.

I enjoyed the warmth of her plump lips working up and down my girl-dick. She suckled on me, my cunt clenching. Pussy cream soaked through my bush. This was so heady. I loved the feel of that drop of pussy cream running down my thigh.

“Oh, oh, oh, Ms. Lynette,” I groaned as the pressure grew and grew at the tip of my cock. “Ms. Lynette, something’s happening. I think… this cock can cum.”

She moaned around my girl-dick and suckled even harder.

“You want to drink my girl-cum, Ms. Lynette?” I asked in astonishment. I had heard that cum was nasty. Bitter and gross.

Ms. Lynette nursed on me while her eyes blazed with hunger. She wanted my girl-cum. She craved it. That was wild. Her tongue danced around my dick. She teased me with her hunger. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as the need to cum swelled in my nethers.

Along with this strange pressure. These two points like I had a pair of balls inside of me. Had I grown testes in me? My insides had burned as new plumbing had been created. I shuddered as those points in me brimmed with the need to erupt.

They did have my cum. My futa-jizz was in them.

Were those my ovaries?

My new, plump titties quivered as she suckled on me. She nursed on me with such hunger. I groaned at the pressure of her sucking. She nursed with wild passion on me. She drew me closer and closer to erupting. To spurting all that cum into her mouth.

She would drink down my cum. That made my pussy clench. I wanted to erupt. I wanted to feed her my futa-jizz. The idea was so wild. It made me feel hotter. I squeezed my new breasts as my teacher loved my cock so much.

I whimpered.

She rubbed at my pussy as she blew me. Her fingers played with my virginal folds, brushing my hymen. I quivered as she did that. I had both. Pussy and cock. That was just an amazing thing. I loved being a futanari.

She suckled so hard. She nursed with so much passion. I groaned, the heat swelling and swelling in me. This was an outstanding delight. I loved this so much. I savored the heat of his moment I reveled in the passion of this hot mouth sucking on me.

“Oh, Mrs. Lynette,” I groaned. “Oh, I am going to burst.”

She rubbed faster at my pussy folds. She stroked up and down my slit, brushing the base of my girl-cock that she loved. Her tongue danced around the crown. The heat swept up through me. My face contorted in delight.

Those two points throbbed. They had so much cum in them that needed to get out of me. The pressure swelled to the bursting point. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. She stroked my folds and suckled on my dick.

I burst.

“Mrs. Lynette!” I gasped as my pleasure exploded in me.

My pussy spasmed like it normally did when I masturbated, releasing those familiar waves of delight. They washed through me as something more powerful erupted in me. As my futa-dick spurted cum into my teacher’s mouth, rapture shot through me.

The powerful jolts of euphoria slammed into my mind. Intense ecstasy consumed me, almost drowning out the familiar bliss rippling out of my snatch. I groaned, stars dancing before my eyes as the pleasure beset me.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped. “This is awesome!”

Ms. Lynette gulped down the cum spurting out of my cock. She swallowed it all down. She drank it with such hunger. I groaned, loving the feel of her suckling down my spunk. She nursed on me as I bucked, my bigger boobs bouncing.

The dual delights swept through me. It was so much better cumming now than before. I groaned, reveling in the ecstasy of this moment. I quivered as pulse after pulse of cum fired into her mouth. She drank them all down.

“Oh, wow!” I whimpered, bucking one last time. I erupted a final spurt of cum into her mouth.

I shuddered as she slid her mouth off my girl-cock. She rose before me and cupped my face. She kissed me with such intensity. My teacher’s tongue thrust into my mouth. I tasted my own salty cum on her lips.

It was wild. I did taste good. I kissed her with a passion, my futa-dick throbbing between us. Hot cream dribbled down my thighs. I had never experienced anything like this in my life. I quivered, wanting to cum again and again.

She broke the kiss and stepped back, panting. She flicked her eyes up and down my naked body then attacked the buttons to my blouse. I gaped as my brunette teacher started stripping right in front of me in the chemistry lab.

“W-what are you doing?” I gasped as she opened her blouse.

“Getting naked,” she groaned. “I’m so wet, Lisa. Oh, god, I am dripping. I’ve soaked my panties.”

I had never been attracted to women. I could tell when they were beautiful, of course, when they were sexy, but they didn’t stir anything in me. Now… Now my futa-dick throbbed as she revealed more of her snowy cleavage. The hint of her gray bra appeared. More and more came into view.

I shuddered at how hot it was watching her strip for me. She opened her blouse, her large boobs cupped by the silky gray of her bra. She threw her blouse down and reached behind her. She found the clasp of it and twisted the fastener.

“Yes,” I breathed, my hand sliding down my body to find my hard futa-dick. I gripped it. Stroked it. Her cups barely held her boobs now. She shifted.

They spilled out as she pulled the straps off her shoulders.

I groaned as those large tits swayed there with their heavy weight. They looked so soft. Her dusky-pink nipples thrust out hard from her areola. My mouth watered. This heady rush washed over me. They were so gorgeous. Tits were amazing.

I grabbed them and shuddered. My fingers dug into her boobs. I kneaded them as she smiled at me. They felt so wonderful in my hands. I hefted them, feeling their weight. Her nipples beckoned. As she unzipped her skirt, my mouth watered.

I leaned down and engulfed one of her nipples. I swallowed her nub into my mouth. I loved the feel of her between my lips. I suckled on her. She groaned as I did that. I nursed on her, loving the feel of her in my mouth.

I suckled on her with such force. I nursed with all my might on her. She groaned as I did that. She quivered there as I loved her nipple being in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her nub, stroking over her areola.

“Oh, Lisa,” she groaned, her fingers sliding through my hair. “Mmm, that’s so wonderful.”

It was. This felt so right. My body burned with all these desires. These lusts for the older woman. For the MILF. I suckled hard on her nipple. She quivered as I danced my tongue around her nub. She stroked her fingers through my bushy, red hair.

“That’s so good,” she moaned. “That makes my pussy so wet.”

I froze in sucking for a moment. Her pussy. My futa-dick throbbed. I ached to slide into her cunt. To fuck her pussy hard and fast. That would be just amazing to do that to her. To fuck her cunt with my clit-dick. That was where it was meant to go.

I popped my nipple off and moaned, “Can I… see your pussy, Ms. Lynette?”

“Why don’t you sink to your knees, draw down my panties, and eat out my cunt,” she groaned.

“Cunnilingus,” I breathed. Never in a million years did I think I would do that.

I sank to my knees, my futa-cock throbbing with such passion. I had to fuck her. I had to ram into her cunt and fuck her, but first… I had to give her foreplay. That was something you were supposed to do to a woman.

She wore gray panties that had a dark spot soaked in the crotch. I hooked the waistband with my fingers and drew them down. Instantly, the tangy scent of her cunt grew stronger and stronger. A heady perfume. I revealed smooth flesh. She had no pubic hair. Her pussy lips came into view.
Thick and dripping with cunt cream.

I yanked her panties down her legs and let them drop to her ankles. I was too greedy to wait. I thrust my face up between her thighs, my glasses shifting on my nose. I nuzzled up to those shaved folds, my nose full of her tangy aroma.

I kissed her pussy.

“Lisa,” she whimpered.

I licked at her folds.

“Yes,” she groaned.

I tongued her cunt. I slid through her folds over and over again, gathering up her yummy, tangy juices. They tasted amazing. I loved the flavor of pussy. I shuddered and thrust my tongue into her pussy. Into the hole I would soon fuck.

I sank into her depths, enjoying the feel of her around me. It was such a rush to have her in my mouth. I loved this so much. I savored dancing my tongue around in her as she quivered there. She trembled, her body squirming.

“Oh, that’s so good,” she whimpered. “Oh, Lisa! Oh, yes, yes, Lisa, that’s amazing. You’re making me feel so good!”

I loved hearing her moan like that. I licked at her cunt with hunger. I feasted on her with everything that I had. My tongue stroked through her folds and brushed her clit. She bucked when I did that.

It was so sexy how she trembled, her big boobs swaying above my head as I feasted on her pussy. My tongue stroked through her pussy folds, gathering up her tangy juices. She tasted delicious. I groaned, the flavor of her cunt melting throughout my mouth.

I tongued her with passion. I savored the texture of her labia on my lips and tongue. Her juices trickled down my chin as she squirmed on me. She whimpered. She must be getting closer and closer to cumming. That was hot.

“Oh, Lisa,” she groaned.

“Mmm, Ms. Lynette,” I moaned and nibbled on her clit.

She gasped as I did that. I swirled my tongue around her bud, loving the feel of it between my lips. She tossed her head, her boobs swaying from side to side as she quivered there. She whimpered as I suckled hard on her bud.

“Yes!” she gasped. A flood of her tangy juices gushed out of her pussy and drenched me.

It took me a moment to realize I had made her cum. I had made my sexy teacher climax. Her juices bathed my lips. I drank down her tangy cream as she shuddered, her tits heaving over my head. Her moans echoed through the chemistry classroom.

My new futa-dick throbbed as I drank the MILF’s passion. It was so wonderful to gulp down all her pussy cream. I loved every moment of it. I savored every second of this pleasure rushing through me. I flicked my tongue through her curls. I licked up her cream.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her body heaving. “I need you in me, Lisa!”

My virgin pussy clenched as my futa-dick throbbed. That ache in my ovaries—at least, I thought it was my ovaries—swelled I had to be in her. I had to fuck her pussy. I rose her body, my face nuzzling through her big boobs. They felt so soft on my cheeks.

Then I was kissing her as I pushed her back against the lab table. She wrapped a leg around my hips as our lips worked together. She had to taste her pussy juices on my mouth. That was so hot. I shuddered, kissing her with passion.

She shot her hand between us and grabbed my dick. She pushed me against her pussy lips. Right against her cunt lips. I shuddered at the feel of her pussy right there. I could just slam into her cunt and fuck her hard.

Just pound her with such passion.

I loved the feel of pushing into her pussy. I savored that wonderful delight. I went deeper and deeper into her snatch. I had never imagined something this good could exist. I whimpered into her lips as I kept sliding into her pussy.

It was fantastic to be in my MILF-teacher’s pussy. I savored the heat of her cunt devouring my dick. It was an incredible treat to have her twat around me. I reached the hilt in her. Every inch of my cock was in her. Filling her up.

I loved this so much. It was fantastic.

I drew back. She moaned into my lips. I whimpered into hers. Her cunt gripped my dick. She had such a wonderful hold on me. My clit-cock throbbed as the pleasure shot down my shaft to my pussy. Pleasure rippled through me.

I loved this delight. I savored this pleasure. I loved it as I thrust back into her. My eyes widened at how incredible it was now. The crown of my futa-dick drank in the silky texture of her cunt. Such rapture washed through me.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “Oh, my god!”

“You’re so huge!” she moaned, her big boobs rubbing into my round tits. “I’ve never felt so full! Oh, this is what I’ve missed out all my life!”

“Right, right,” I groaned, pumping away at her cunt. I thrust into her snatch again and again. I fucked her with such force. “Oh, wow, this is so awesome. You’re tight and hot and juicy.” My glasses shifted on my face. “Oh, this is the best!”

“It is,” she moaned, her body feeling so wonderful against mine. Her pussy gripped me. “Just pound me hard.”

I did. I fucked her hard and kissed my MILF-teacher. It was so amazing pounding her cunt. I loved every moment of burying into her snatch. Every last second of plowing into her pussy. It was amazing. This was just fantastic.

I was glad that bitch sabotaged my elixir. I had bigger boobs and a huge futa-dick. I was cock-deep in Ms. Lynette’s hot cunt. I fucked her hard. I stirred her up as she moaned. Her cunt squeezed about me. It was so fantastic.

My tongue danced with hers as the pressure built and built in my ovaries. That need to cum swelled in me. My pussy clenched. Juices soaked my bush and ran down my thighs. This was so hot. My boobs rubbed into hers.

They were so soft.

So wonderful.

I thrust to the hilt in her again and again. I couldn’t stop myself. This was just amazing. Just fantastic. Every girl needed to be doing this. Every girl needed to have a futa-dick to fuck a hot MILF with. I loved it.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “Ms. Lynette! I’m going to cum!”

Her pussy clenched down on my thrusting clit-dick. “Yes! Cum in me, Lisa! Flood me with your girl-seed! I want to feel it jetting into me!”

“Yes, Ms. Lynette!” I gasped and plunged into her.

She trembled, her pussy holding me. She squeezed her eyes shut as I pumped away at her. The ache swelled at the tip of my futa-dick. That need to cum was about to burst through me. I slammed to the hilt in her cunt.

I fucked her pussy hard and fast. I slammed deep into her snatch. I loved the feel of her gripping my dick. She had an amazing cunt. I shuddered, burying to the hilt in her snatch as she bucked in my arms. Her pussy went wild around my cock.

“Lisa!” she gasped as she came.

“Ms. Lynette!” I moaned and buried my futa-dick into her pussy.

I erupted.

My cum fired into her snatch. Blast after blast of jizz rushed out of me. It was incredible. The heat washed through me. Ecstasy burned through my thoughts. I loved every moment of erupting in her. My twat convulsed as the rapture shot through me.

“Oh, my god!” I whimpered, pumping my futa-cum into her pussy.

“So good!” she moaned, her twat writhing around me. She kissed me as her hot pussy suckled at my spurting futa-cock.

I groaned into her lips, loving every moment of cumming in her. I erupted again and again. I pumped her full of my jizz. It was such a heady rush. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest as I kissed her.

She rippled around me, working out all the cum in my ovaries. I shuddered, my heart beating so fast. This was so wild. So amazing. I loved every moment of it. I shuddered against her, my girl-dick unloading so much cum in her. I fired the last blast.

I kissed her, reveling in this moment. We had both shared something amazing. Something—

The door to the classroom opened and a woman said, “Angela, we need to talk about…”

My head snapped to the entrance to see Principal Goldman standing there. The curly-haired brunette’s jaw dropped. I squeaked in fear as Ms. Lynette groaned, knowing she was in way more trouble than me.

This was a disaster.

“What the hell is going on here?” shrieked Principal Goldman.

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