A Thorough Education (closed)

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Closed for Madame Nyx

Julie Lisande parked in the visitor's lot at the Country Day Academy for Girls. The private school had just let out the last class for the day, so the front entrance was awash in young teen girls in plaid skirts, white blouses, and knee-high socks.

Despite the uniformity, Julie had little difficulty locating her daughter. Bianca stood a few inches below the average height, but her lustrous mane of fiery red hair stood out amongst the sea of browns and blondes.

"Hi, Mom," Bianca smiled up at her mother. The pair exchanged a quick hug before setting off in the direction of the main entrance. "Ms. Morgan's classroom is this way." She paused, and added, "Are you sure I'm not in trouble?"

Julie squeezed her daughter's shoulder comfortingly. "Yes, sweetie, you're fine. Ms. Morgan is just concerned about your performance. I'm sure she just wants to help you fulfill your potential."

Julie crossed her fingers that her confidence was justified. Ms. Morgan had asked for a parent-teacher conference because she was concerned about Bianca's grades. An otherwise stellar student in her other classes, Bianca seemed unable to focus in Ms. Morgan's algebra class and her test scores had reflected as much. Yet when Julie had pressed her daughter to explain the dip in her grades, she'd been unusually vague about any explanation.


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Bianca led her mother into the classroom. A slender figure with hair like a raven's wing figure was bent over at the waist facing the blackboard. The chalk in her hand squeaked slightly as a complicated equation expanded across the board.

Julie raised an eyebrow. She'd been expecting a stereotypical middle-aged, dowdy teacher. The rounded cheeks filling out the black pencil skirt were far from dowdy. Even she had to admit this Ms. Anderson had a damn fine ass.

When the ebon-haired female turned around, Julie was tempted to whistle in appreciation. This Ms. Anderson was a sultry female out of some sort of pubescent fantasy. Firm, impossibly large breasts strained at her blouse above a waist that seemed impossibly narrow. Warm brown eyes gazed past high cheekbones of caramel. Full lips parted in a welcoming smile.

"Ms. Morgan, I'm Julie Lisande -- Bianca's mother." Julie extended her hand in greeting. A small grin tugged at the corner of Julie's mouth. It all made sense now. The reason why Bianca was struggling in this one class was obvious: her daughter had a crush on her teacher.

 

[MadameNyx]

A few minutes after the last bell rang, Ms. Rhyan Morgan sighed and got up from her desk. Her mind wandered to days long past when she was one of the students that fled this same classroom, hurrying to meet up with her Mark. Back then, he treated her like the center of his world even though she was an awkward teenager and certainly wasn't popular enough to date someone on the football team. If only the mean girls from her class could see her now, she thought while she started picking up the books left behind by her students.

Rhyan wasn't vain, but she thought she had turned out alright. She hadn't grown taller, but the rest of her body had certainly blossomed. She was curvy in all the right places and then some, her hair had finally let itself be tamed and now flowed down her back in thick black ringlets. Glasses still framed her unremarkable brown eyes, but she had learned to put enough makeup to make them look sultry behind the frames. The swims every evening kept her body toned enough that she could pull off the pencil skirt look. Unfortunately, all of that seemed to go unnoticed by her now finacé.

Focus on work, she told herself sternly while she replaced the books where they belonged. Walking back to her desk, she picked up the test she had left there and started writing one of the questions that were marked with a red checkmark on the board.

There must be something she could do to help Bianca. She was a star student on every subject, the one the staff was sure would be voted valedictorian of this year's graduating class. However, she seemed stuck in her class. It baffled everyone. Rhyan had even sat down to talk to her previous math teacher, who had seemed as surprised as she was at Bianca's problems in class. There hadn't been anything left to do but to invite her mother to talk. Perhaps there was something happening at home that was distracting her?

Having heard the door open, Rhyan finished the equation and straightened before turning. "Hi, Mrs. Lisande. It's a pleasure to meet you. Welcome back, Bianca. Please, take a seat," she said while she gestured to the closest table. Pulling a chair for herself, she sat facing them while she gathered her thoughts.

"Mrs. Lisande, I called you here to discuss Bianca's grades." the young woman began before her eyes turned to the young woman and she smiled, "Your daughter is an exceptional student. I'm worried that something has happened that might be distracting her from class."

 

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"Your daughter is an exceptional student. I'm worried that something has happened that might be distracting her from class."

Julie glanced at her daughter. Bianca had her hands folded in her lap and was pointedly keeping her gaze downcast. "Yes. I had a similar thought," the mother ventured.

"Let me guess: she avoids eye contact, often looks flushed or embarrassed, and tends to fidget a lot in her seat?" Julie mused aloud. "I think I know what's going on. Bianca, do you have a bit of a crush on Ms. Morgan?"

Two roses bloomed on the girl's snowy cheeks. "Mom!" she hissed.

Julie put a comforting arm around her daughter. "No, it's okay, sweetie," she murmured. "We've talked about this. There's nothing wrong with being attracted to someone -- even another female -- and Ms. Morgan is certainly a very beautiful woman." Julie glanced towards the teacher and found herself pondering ever so briefly whether the teacher's lips felt as soft as they looked. "Your feelings towards her are perfectly natural. Okay?"

"But Ms. Morgan is engaged," Bianca countered.

Julie noted the gold engagement ring on the teacher's left hand. "Well, just because Ms. Morgan is involved with someone else doesn't mean it's wrong for you to find her attractive," she continued, stroking her daughter's hair. "And I'm sure she isn't the least bit offended that you think so. She's probably a little bit flattered that a smart, pretty girl like you thinks so highly of her." Julie looked to the teacher for support. "Isn't that right, Ms. Morgan?"

 

[MadameNyx]

"I think I know what's going on. Bianca, do you have a bit of a crush on Ms. Morgan?"

Rhyan found herself blushing at the same time she heard Bianca's exclamation. A student found her so attractive that they couldn't pay attention at all in class? That was high praise indeed. And not just any student, either. It must take a superb student like Bianca something very distracting indeed to do as badly as she had been doing in class.

Discreetly, the petite woman allowed her eyes to examine the girl before her. Bianca was definitely a beauty. There wasn't a class she hadn't caught a couple of boys and even some girls glancing her way. Her luscious red locks only served to emphasize the color of her eyes and the glow of her smooth skin. Even though all the girls wore the same uniform, she had to admit that Bianca made it look positively sinful where it hugged her curves. She looked like a younger version of her mother and both women called visions of beautiful Irish maidens.

Bad Rhyan, she thought to herself as she fidgeted herself in her seat, blushing redder once Julie called her beautiful as well. She had no qualms about her sexuality, knowing she could appreciate beauty in both the male and female form. In high school and a couple of time in college, during breaks with Mark, she had fooled around with women. There was always something exciting about a woman's soft body pressing against her own.

Coming back to the discussion in front of her, Rhyan found herself smiling kindly. "Of course, I'm not offended. You are a very beautiful young lady, Bianca, and I'm flattered you think someone like me is attractive."

Tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ear, the dark haired woman placed a hand over Bianca's "However I do want you to do better in class. We can set up after school tutoring to help you catch up. It could be either with myself or another student or teacher if you think that would be best." she said before she bit her lip and continued, "Whatever you think would work for you, please tell me. I'm here to help you."

 

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"You are a very beautiful young lady, Bianca, and I'm flattered you think someone like me is attractive."

Bianca felt her blush creep up the back of her neck. Ms. Morgan probably didn't mean it, of course. She was probably only saying that to be nice because Mom was here. Still, even the possibility that such a sultry adult might find Bianca attractive. . . . The teen shifted in her seat as a familiar warmth bloomed between her thighs.

Julie watched her daughter's reaction with a knowing smile. The poor girl was clearly smitten. Not that she could be blamed. This Ms. Morgan was quite the package. Particularly the glasses. That plus her serious attire had her looking like a sexy librarian. Very appealing.

"Whatever you think would work for you, please tell me. I'm here to help you."

Julie tilted her head as she watched the math instructor hold her daughter's hand and try to reassure her. No, this wasn't just putting on a show for the parent. Ms. Morgan struck her as entirely genuine in her concern for Bianca.

Julie made a snap decision. This day would come sooner or later. Perhaps it was better now while she could still be there to offer guidance rather than when Bianca was older and off on her own. Besides, Julie had a good feeling about this teacher.

Julie rose decisively. "Before you make any decisions with how you proceed, Ms. Morgan, there is something more you should know. This information is intensely private, but something about makes me confident that we can rely on your discretion." Julie crossed to the lone door in the classroom and twisted the lock shut. "Just to ensure we are not disturbed," she explained.

Julie strode back to the table, but remained standing. "Stand up, sweetie," she instructed. "We need to share your secret."

Bianca's blue eyes went round as saucers. "Mom?!" Secret? That could only mean one thing. But the only other person who knew was Dr. Trask. Surely her mother couldn't mean telling her algebra teacher.

Julie put a hand under her daughter's chin and caressed her face. "You can do this, sweetie. You can trust me. And you can trust Ms. Morgan. But she can't help you unless she knows the full truth."

Bianca stood reluctantly, her mind still reeling."Can't we. . . can't we just tell her?" she stammered. She turned to Ms. Morgan and blurted, "I'm a futanari! There, isn't that enough?!"

Julie stood behind her daughter. "But that's like telling her you're a unicorn or Bigfoot. She's probably heard the term -- maybe even has a friend whose cousin swears he saw one once -- but it sounds more tall tale than fact. She's gotta see for herself. Now let me hold up your skirt."

Bianca shivered anxiously, but her mother seemed so certain. She took a deep breath as her mother lifted the hem of her plaid school uniform and lifted the skirt above Bianca's waist. Beneath it, a pair of low cut, baby blue panties clung to her curvy hips, forming a delicate V between her thighs. Knowing what we expected of her, Bianca hooked her thumbs inside the lacy waistband and began sliding them over her hips.

"My daughter is different," Julie explained. "She's not like the other girls. She's. . . something more."

Bianca could see the moment when Ms. Morgan realized Mom meant. As the panties dropped, the moment when she expected were to see the delicate folds of Bianca's labia was replaced by the realization that there was something else there. Something. . . more.

Bianca parted her thighs and reached between them. At least she could finally untuck. She sighed softly as from between her upper thighs, a thick cylindrical pillar of flesh swung free. She pushed it aside briefly, revealing the delicate pink labia beneath. "Ta-da," she whispered.

"As you can see, Ms. Morgan, my daughter has both a penis and a vagina. She is a futanari. It's incredibly rare -- most people will never encounter one in their lifetime. But my daughter is one. And we're sharing that secret with you."

 

[MadameNyx]

Rhyan watched the following exchange quietly. She was curious to know what exactly would be revealed but failed to come up with a prediction that would somehow explain how it pertain to the situation. One of her eyebrows rose a bit higher as the door was locked but, otherwise, she seemed to wait patiently for what would happen next.

"I'm a futanari! There, isn't that enough?!"

The young teacher's eyes widened at the declaration. A futanari? I thought that was a myth, a fantasy made up for those of us that wanted it all in one package... she thought to herself. She watched with curious eyes while Bianca pulled off her undies and revealed all that the was underneath.

Holy crap, it's true

Rhyan did her best to stifle she shiver of excitement that traveled down her back. She was also very glad her bra today was thick enough that it hid the hard nipples beneath. It would be very, very bad if either Julie or Bianca realized just how excited she was right now. Sparing a thought at the many futa stories, videos, and pictures she had stored in a hidden file on her personal computer, the young woman tried not to fidget in her seat while she turned to Bianca.

"It's alright, Bianca. Your secret is safe with me. However," she said in a soft voice before she turned her brown orbs to Julie, "I fail to see how knowing that Bianca is a futa will help our predicament. If you are uncomfortable during class, you could've always gone to the bathroom without asking. That hasn't changed."

"Unless you have something else in mind?"

 

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"I fail to see how knowing that Bianca is a futa will help our predicament. If you are uncomfortable during class, you could've always gone to the bathroom without asking. That hasn't changed.

Bianca's lower lip quivered slightly. "That used to work," she confessed. "If I got . . . excited . . . I could go to the restroom. . . and. . . and . . . ." She tensed up, remembering furtive sessions hunched in toilet stalls. "Well, you know," she blurted, gesturing vaguely in the direction of her lower half.

"But I can't do that now. It gets so big that I have trouble doing it. Even with both hands, it takes forever." Bianca took a snuffly breath, trying to avoid tears.

"I suspected that your problem might be physical," Julie began, leaning around her daughter for a better look, "but I didn't realize- oh my!" Julie gasped as she beheld her daughter's thick member. She hadn't seen it since their last trip to the doctor. The willowy parent was stunned at how much it had grown in the months since. She'd had a few well endowed lovers in her time, but she'd never seen anything like that on a grown man -- let a teenager.

"Well, no wonder it's been a problem," Julie continued, trying to hide the surprise in her voice. "I imagine that you could be quite uncomfortable trying to keep that tucked away."

She turned to the teacher." "I think you see the problem, Ms. Morgan. Bianca is a growing girl in the throes of the usual cocktail of adolescent hormones, so naturally she has urges. Now you and I both know that it's an important part of becoming a well-rounded adult that a girl like that be able to exercise those urges. Keeping those feelings bottled up isn't healthy."

But you and I both know that Bianca couldn't risk that," Julie countered. "You remember what you were like at that age? Do you honestly think you could handle seeing a futanari up close and personal when you were still a clueless teenager? Could you have kept a secret like that?"

Julie shook her head. "I don't know I could have. I know plenty of my friends back then definitely couldn't have. They'd have squealed like a middle schooler and then blabbed it to the entire school. Something like that could be devastating to my daughter."

"But even if she found someone she could trust, no teenage girl is ready for that." Julie's eyes flicked down to Bianca's dangling pillar. Even soft, its girth was intimidating. "Two young virgins fumbling around . . . ." Julie swept her palms out in refusal. "No, that's a very bad idea. One or both of them is going to get hurt."

Julie's eyes bore into the teacher's brown orbs. "Bianca needs someone she can trust, someone who cares enough to help her , someone who knows enough to teach her. I think that person is you, Ms. Morgan."

 

[MadameNyx]

The dark haired teacher looked a bit more attentively at the appendage between her student's legs and silently had to agree with Julie. Having something of that size tucked away like that must be really painful. Her mind whirled while she listened to Julie explain, feeling her chest tighten and her shoulders tense. She didn't want Bianca to go through any of the awkwardness that stupid school gossip would cause. That, however, did not prepare her for what Julie said next.

"Bianca needs someone she can trust, someone who cares enough to help her , someone who knows enough to teach her. I think that person is you, Ms. Morgan."

Rhyan's eyebrows rose with her surprise. "So you're giving me permission to have sex with your daughter?" she blurted before she blushed. She hadn't meant to put it so bluntly, but there was really no way to sugarcoat the situation.

The petite woman thought quietly about what that would entail. She would knowingly be cheating on her fiancé, breaking at least two laws, putting her job on the line as well as probably facing some jail time. Her eyes returned to Bianca and she felt her eyes soften some. She truly did want to help her. If she'd had someone to have taught her about her body when she was younger- where to touch and how, how to get the most pleasure from touching that specific part, how to please both a man and a woman- she knew she would've been grateful.

Sighing softly, she seemed to come to a decision. Running her fingers through her dark curls in a distracted way, she focused her brown orbs on Bianca's.

"Bianca do you want this?" Rhyan asked in a soft voice "Would this help you? And would you want me to be the one to help you?"

 

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"So you're giving me permission to have sex with your daughter?"

Julie kept still. How accurately had she judged the teacher? She thought she'd seen a hint of something more than mere passing appreciation for Bianca's young body in the teacher's gaze. But had Julie overestimated Ms. Morgan's libidinous attention? Or had she glimpsed something deep and momentous?

The teacher's silence struck Julie as a good sign. There was no explosive declaration against the notion of sex with a student or a teenager or a futanari. She didn't rush to flee or demand they leave. No, Ms. Morgan seemed to be seriously considering the idea.

"Bianca do you want this? Would this help you? And would you want me to be the one to help you?"

Julie resisted the urge to smile. Ms. Morgan seemed almost on board. If Bianca gave her that last little push. . . .

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Bianca swallowed nervously. She'd never expected any of what happened this afternoon. She'd spent the last couple years hiding her condition for fear of what others might say. Now her mom had revealed it to Ms. Morgan and Ms. Morgan seemed genuinely okay with it. And now the teacher she'd been crushing on for a solid month seemed to be offering just what her tingling nether regions so craved. Was this a dream?

"I. . ., " she began tentatively as she watched both her mom and Ms. Morgan for reactions. "I want . . . to learn. Mom always says that it's okay to touch yourself, but that it's better with another person.

" But she also says that it'd be a bad idea to try that with another girl in school. Mom thinks I need someone who has been around a little. Seen some things. Not somebody who doesn't know anything."

Bianca blushed slightly. "But I want that. I want it pretty bad. I know a lot of girls who already are doing stuff. Some of them with boys. Some of them with other girls. But I can't do anything. So it's not fair. I should be able to do stuff, too.".

She looked anxiously at her teacher. "So, could you help me, Ms. Morgan? Could you show me how to do it?"

 

[MadameNyx]

Rhyan watched the young beauty before her fidget while she spoke. It wasn't lost on her how the flushed cheeks made the red hair and color of her eyes stand out, or the way her body language had gone from tense to slightly more relaxed. Had Bianca really thought her teacher would find her repulsive after learning her secret? That, more than anything, allowed her to make the decision.

"So, could you help me, Ms. Morgan? Could you show me how to do it?"

"Right. Well, if we're going to go through this, we need to lay out some rules." The petite woman felt herself smile, trying to take any sting out of her words "No one can know what we do, Bianca. I could lose my job and go to jail."

Taking a deep breath and settling herself on her seat, Rhyan looked at both women in front of her. "We can set up days and times for your 'tutoring', but I don't think we should meet in the classroom after hours too often. It will look suspicious. Thankfully, I still own the apartment I lived in before..." Before I moved in with my finacé, the man I will now be cheating on, she thought to herself before she ran her fingers through her dark curls in a nervous gesture, "I was going to rent it out, but it seems I have need of it still. I will give you both keys so you may enter whenever you wish."

The dark beauty's attention turned to Julie. "Mrs. Lisande, you are welcome to check in on Bianca whenever you'd like to. I also want to make sure you are comfortable with what is happening with your daughter."

Turning her attention back to Bianca, the young teacher smiled shyly "I suspect we will both learn some things together. However, I expect your grades to improve from these 'tutoring' times as well. if you ever need me to explain something discussed in class, I can always answer."

"If you both agree to these rules then, I suppose, the only question is; When would you like to start?"

 

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Bianca found herself giddy beyond measure to hear Ms. Morgan agree. Her mother had been very insistent that Bianca keep her condition a secret. She'd been a bit jealous of her classmates who were dating; their stories sounded so interesting. But Bianca had done her best to manage her situation alone.

That had worked okay for a long time, but things had started to change as her body continued to develop. In the last few months, she'd been on quite a spurt. She'd gained a couple inches in height, a bit more to her bustline, and still more down below. That made her usual self-service efforts less effective at the same time her urges seemed to be growing in intensity. The net result had been a lot of uncomfortably close calls -- particularly in Ms. Morgan's class.

"Oh, thank you, Ms. Morgan," Bianca whispered gratefully, clapping her hands together in gratitude. "It's been really difficult trying to keep it together lately and it seems to be getting worse. I don't know how much longer I could have gone on. I promise I'll work very hard to learn."

Bianca's answer seemed to satisfy the instructor. She looked to mother and daughter in turn, nodded, then continued. If you both agree to these rules then, I suppose, the only question is; When would you like to start?

This time Julie responded. "Actually, do you think you could give her a quick lesson now?" The mother's eyes glanced down at her daughter's lower half. During the conversation, Bianca's skirt now draped down her thighs once again. Still, she knew that the meaty appendage lurked beneath, dangling free between Bianca's slender legs. "I don't mean to put you on the spot, but I'm pretty sure Bianca could use the help sooner rather than later."

 

[MadameNyx]

"Oh, thank you, Ms. Morgan,"

Rhyan found herself smiling at Bianca's enthusiasm. She seems so relieved that she would have help releasing tension and actually having the opportunity to have contact with another person. The young teacher had been about to mention something when the words that Julie uttered registered in her brain.

"Actually, do you think you could give her a quick lesson now? I don't mean to put you on the spot, but I'm pretty sure Bianca could use the help sooner rather than later."


What? Right then and there? The dark haired woman head spun. How was she supposed to know what to teach her first? It seemed rather rude and even a bit crude for her to just go in for a quick blowjob out of the bat. Neither did she have a lot of time; the meeting had been going on for a while, and the janitor could knock any second to ask if he could lock up the school for the day.

Making a decision, Rhyan got up and fixed her skirt in an unconscious movement before walking around the table towards Bianca. Brushing her long curls over her shoulder, she patted the table lightly. "Sit here for me, Bianca."

Once her student sat on the table, the petite woman smiled reassuringly while she said "First lesson" So long as there is trust, don't be afraid to touch wherever your body leads you to."

With those words, Rhyan stood before her, allowing her torso to settle between Bianca's slightly spread legs. Taking her hands, the teacher wrapped them around herself, placing one lightly on her back, the other resting at the curve of her butt. Her own dark hands lightly caressed Bianca's cheek, the other running her fingers through the red locks.

"It can be a simple touch. A brush here, a caress there..." Rhyan murmured softly before she leaned forwards, gently brushing her full lips against her student's, "... or a kiss..."

 

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Bianca nodded and quietly moved to where Ms. Morgan gestured. "On the table? Okay." The teen turned her backside towards the table and hopped up.

Bianca felt tempted to giggle as she looked out over the neat rows of desks. How would this look if class was in session? Two dozen other girls looking at her as she sat without panties on the table at the front of the room.

Ms. Morgan stepped in front of her and gently grasped Bianca's forearms. "So long as there is trust, don't be afraid to touch wherever your body leads you to." Her teacher then brought Bianca's arms around her, placing one on her back and another at her hip.

Bianca felt her pulse rise as this new position brought her into direct contact with the teacher she'd been crushing on since the start of the semester. Bianca's full bosom slid beneath Ms. Morgan's even fuller bosom. She could feel the warm, soft weight through the fabric of their blouses. The teen sighed softly.

Ms. Morgan's big, brown eyes loomed large as she brought her face close to Bianca's. " A brush here, a caress there. . . , " the teacher coached in a calm tone, brushing her fingers against Bianca's cheek. Ms. Morgan smiled, then leaned in still closer. ". . . or a kiss."


Bianca froze slightly as warm, soft lips brushed against her own. Technically this wasn't her first kiss. That had been years before at Becky Cavendish's slumber party when Tricia Holly suggested it during a game of Truth or Dare. They were all of an age where boys were just starting to seem interesting, so there'd been a lot of giggling at the idea. It had developed into a mass practice session amongst all the girls after Becky insisted that none of them were doing it right. Bianca hadn't realized it at the time, but that was probably when she first started being attracted to girls.

Still, the soft pressure on her lips and the gentle smack as they parted was like nothing she'd ever felt. " Mmmm," ," Bianca murmured. "I liked that."

She paused, then tentatively ventured. "Uh. . . could we . . .?" Her voice trailed off as her lips brushed against Ms. Morgan's again and the wondrous sensation flooded her mind once more. Warmth flowed through her and a familiar tingling sensation began between her thighs. Bianca closed her eyes and let the warm delight wash over her.

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Julie watched the events unfold from a short distance. She didn't ordinarily find much interest in being a voyeur. Still, this was her only child, so she had to take an interest.

Plus, it was kinda hot. Julie hadn't locked lips with another woman since college, but she found a twinge of envy at seeing Ms. Morgan and Bianca's lips together. A warmth bloomed between her thighs as she imagined what the kiss might feel like.

Yes, she had definitely had the right instinct about Ms. Morgan. She was definitely what Bianca needed.

 

[MadameNyx]

Rhyan sighed softly at the touch of warm lips against hers. No matter how many times she was with a man, it was never the same. A woman's lips were softer, kisses more gentle or more passionate, the softness of the skin at her fingertips or against her own body... all of it excited her beyond measure. Having pulled away to give Bianca time to react, she smiled softly at her reaction before allowing their lips to brush against each other once again.

Feeling her passion arise, the petite teacher allowed her hands to pull the younger girl closer to her, pressing their soft curves more firmly together. The hand that caressed her face moved to squeeze the round derrière on the table lightly, her other hand holding the nape of her neck, tangling her fingers in the luscious red hair there. Even in her ardor she was careful to move just so, so the wonderful appendage between Bianca's legs could rest pressed between their tummies. Closing her eyes, she allowed her lips to trap the redhead's, sucking lightly first on the bottom one, then the upper one.

"There are many places people like to be touched that cause pleasure. They're called the erogenous zones." Rhyan murmured once she broke their kiss slowly. Deciding to show Bianca what she meant, she started kissing along the side of her neck, brushing her full lips along the soft skin there. "Everyone is different, though there are some areas that are obviously shared between many people."

Feeling she might need to curve her sudden lust, the dark haired woman rested her cheek along Bianca's chest and turned to Julie. Her chocolate orbs didn't miss the light flush on the older woman's face or the way she looked at them with some longing. Hmm... perhaps... that is something to explore, Rhyan thought to herself while she felt a sultry smile appear on her lips. The thought of Julie joining them at some point made her pussy even wetter than it already was. Turning her head, she placed one last kiss between Bianca's soft globes before she looked up at her eyes.

"Where do you want me to touch you now, Bianca?"

 

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Bianca had to gasp for breath by the time Ms. Morgan broke their kiss again. This was a far cry indeed from the juvenile experimentation. This was so mature, so sensual.

But Ms. Morgan did not rest. Her fingertips and lips slipped under Bianca's jaw. The soft touches traced their way along Bianca's neck, prompting the teen to moan softly as her mind flooded with desire. By the time Ms. Morgan reached the high neckline of the redhead's school uniform, her heart was thumping heavily in her chest.

Where do you want me to touch you now, Bianca?

"Everywhere," Bianca blurted swiftly, but then blushed at her excessive eagerness. "I mean, wherever you want, Ms. Morgan."

The pause gave her time to notice just how aroused she was. A familiar warmth was seeping along her thighs. Cautiously, she pulled back her skirt to reveal her naked sex.

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Julie's eyes went wide as saucers as her daughter exposed herself. She bit down hard on her lower lip to avoid audibly gasping. The last thing Bianca needed was to think her mother was shocked by her appearance.

Still, it was a shock. Bianca had first approached her about her unusual anatomy when the young girl's clitoris seemed unusually swollen. After continued development and a few trips to doctors, it became clear that Bianca's clitoris was transforming into a small penis. But after the doctors diagnosed Bianca's herm status as unusual but otherwise healthy, Julie had respected Bianca's privacy; she deserved to grow up without being on display.

Much had apparently changed in the months since. Julie had been somewhat surprised already today at seeing her daughter's flaccid cock -- easily bigger than any Julie had previously encountered. But now Bianca's shaft had colored a pale pink, no doubt stimulated by her teacher's tender kisses. The extra blood had expanded it significantly in length and particularly girth. The heavy glans now drooped off the edge of the table and dangled in empty space.

It dangled, though. Bianca was only partially aroused. "She's still not hard," Julie whispered. She could scarcely believe it. The massive pillar easily dwarfed any man's, but it was still not at full size. Just how big could Bianca get?

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Bianca pushed her partially aroused cock to the side to reveal pussy. The labia had plumped slightly and glistened with moisture. On the wooden desk below, a sheen of moisture glinted from her leaked juices.

"I'm getting your table wet," she frowned. "I'm sorry. It's just that things get a bit . . . messy . . . when I get excited."