I teach a summer prep class for students who are out of high-school, but need some work before going to college. It's a pretty boring job filled with students who really don't want to be there -- most of them are over-privileged little brats forced to attend in order to keep their allowances that are probably more than I make in a year. But, it's a job and some of the non-standard privileges are pretty nice.
Just imagine a class of preening eighteen-year olds in the summer heat forced to be back in school instead of at the beach with all of their friends. All of that smooth, young, flesh on display makes my cock twitch just thinking of it.
But, this is about a class I taught a few summers ago. It was the perfect summer when all of my nastiest dreams came true.
This particular class was full of the usual suspects: the clearly too stupid for school jocks, the princesses who only wanted to marry rich, and the old money who thought they were just too good for anything. But, there was one girl who caught my eye. She was always the first one in to class, and the first one to leave. She never spoke up or raised her hand, and it was like she was trying very hard not to be noticed.
Her name was Kylie and she sat in the front row of the theatre-style classroom that I taught in. My desk was at the front of the room, angled just right to be able to see under some of the desks in the room. Kylie sat in one of these spots, but she was modest and always kept her legs closed, unlike some of the other girls in her class who gave me an eyeful almost daily.
She was an attractive girl, but not a stunner. She had big blue eyes with long fan-like lashes, long blonde hair that she usually wore up in a ponytail, plump pink lips, perky tits that I imagined were just a handful, and full hips with a round ass. She was very feminine, and beautiful, but she just didn't seem to have that something extra that takes a girl from pretty to gorgeous. All the same, I had been watching her from day one because something about her just intrigued me.
In class one day during a pretty brutal heat-wave, I decided to just play some movies because we were all struggling just to get through the days because of the heat. I dimmed the lights, put on the movie, and took a seat at my desk to do some marking. I would look up every once and a while just to make sure that everyone was still paying attention, or at least not disturbing the rest of the class.
During on of these upward glances I noticed it -- Kylie was slouched in her seat with her eyes closed and her legs spread open. In the dim light I could just see between her legs, and what I saw there made me nearly groan out loud. She was rubbing a rather large bulge in her thin white panties -- panties on which I could just make out a wet spot. I licked my lips and quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed my staring. Half the class was asleep and the others might as well have been.
I pulled my chair closer to my desk (thankful that the front of it was closed, hiding my hard-on from anyone's sight) and shuffled my papers around a bit, pretending to work. I knew that I wasn't going to get any more work done now, though.
I looked back over to Kylie just as she was pulling her panties over to one side, letting her erect cock flop out. I reached down to my own erection, struggling against my pants, and shifted it to make myself more comfortable. This was the most incredible thing I had ever seen -- Kylie's hard cock sticking out above the most perfect pair of bare, wet pussy lips. Under her desk Kylie was slowly stroking her cock, occasionally moving lower to finger her wet pussy a little.
I couldn't handle it. It was my dream come true -- a real futanari, dickgirl, whatever you want to call her right in front of me in what was my own private show. I reached under my own desk to release my raging cock. It was throbbing, a thicker, harder erection than I'd ever had before and I wished that it didn't have to be in class that I got it. But there was nothing I could do, I knew I needed to jack off or I would never be able to get out from behind my desk to eventually change the movie.
I started to stroke my cock in time with Kylie stroking hers. She was starting to stroke faster now, and her face was all over with ecstasy. I grabbed a couple of tissues and pretended to wipe my nose before placing them on my one leg because I knew I'd need them soon. I tugged my thick cock as I watched Kylie and it was just too hot. I knew that even if she didn't, I was going to cum soon.
I held on as long as I could and I got my reward. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, I saw Kylie twitch and a thick stream of cum shot out of her cock, hit the bottom of her desk, and started to drip and puddle on the floor between her feet. I bit my lip and grabbed the tissues I'd stashed, sending my own hot cum into them. I quickly shoved my cock back into my pants, shuffled my papers some more, and looked back up to see Kylie tenderly stuffing her own cock back into her panties.
For the rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about Kylie. Never in my life did I think that I would ever see a real futanari and it turned me on so much. I had so many questions and I wanted to sate my curiosity with her beautiful body. Did her pussy cum when her cock did? Did she like girl, guys, or both? Did she like to give or receive?
I decided that I had to know, so before the day was over I composed a note telling her that I needed to meet with her after class the next day to discuss a recent test. I knew she would come, because she was actually a decent student who cared about grades, but I also hoped that she would cum in a much better way.
The end of class the next day couldn't come soon enough. I fidgeted in my seat all day and did my best to not look at Kylie for fear that I would get an unwanted hard-on. But, the end of the day eventually came and the rest of the class filtered out leaving just Kylie and me.
I walked over to the door, closed and locked it, and brought a chair over to one side of my desk. I sat down and asked Kylie to have a seat.
Kylie had a seat, careful to keep her legs closed, and her plaid skirt pulled down nearly to her knees. Her white knee socks and little black shoes were adorable, and her black t-shirt stretched nicely over her tits. "Mr. Spring, what was wrong with my test?" She asked, looking a bit worried.
"Nothing was wrong with your test Kylie," I shifted in my seat as I looked at her body, "I wanted to talk to you about yesterday."
