Miss Udders - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Miss Udders - Part 2

... with a grin.

Lily sighed and shook her head. It wasn’t worth fighting him on this. She erased the penis and started again, tracing a longer, thicker dick on the whiteboard.

She had barely finished before Brick called out again. “Nope, guess again, teach!”

“Come on now,” she said, her voice taking on that new, pleading tone that she was beginning to hate to hear coming from her own mouth. “Bravado is great, but let’s be realistic. Your p-penis certainly isn’t bigger than this, Tom.”

“I’ve been in the showers with him. He’s not lying!” shouted a student in the back.

Well, if they insisted, who was she to argue? Blushing, Lily redrew the cock one last time, making it bigger than she thought was possible. Cartoonishly big.

Now Brick nodded at her with a knowing look on his face, making Lily’s blush grow hotter and redder.

As she proceeded with the lesson, explaining how to add shading and details like veins and pubic hair, she noticed that the boys in class were completely focused and attentive.

They might have nasty smirks on their faces, but maybe focusing on what they were interested in was actually a good educational strategy.

Finally, her face crimson with embarrassment, Lily finished her forced tutorial and the boys got back to work. Many of them squinting up at the board and trying to replicate her drawing. She felt a small surge of pride for sparking their interest in art.

Tyler was an exception. She avoided approaching him as long as she ...

... could, but eventually, she had stopped at the desks of all the students but him.

Lily approached him nervously. He wasn’t trying to replicate the penis drawing like the rest of the students. Instead, he was working on a crude drawing of a large breasted nude woman.

The poorly drawn kerchief and braid made it clear who it was supposed to depict.

Tyler turned towards her with mocking eyes. “I have a lot to learn, Lily, but the subject really interests me.”

As red as a beet, Lily tried to say something, to reprimand him for being so clearly inappropriate, but she couldn’t find the right words, her brain felt scrambled.

“Well… what artistic critiques do you have for me, Lily?” he asked, tapping his drawing with a pencil.

He was right. Even if he was being inappropriate, she had a duty to help him improve. “The um… the b-breasts. Natural breasts aren’t round and stiff like that, they’re soft. Imagine two water balloons and how they would hang.”

“Hmmm,” said Tyler, looking at his paper and then leering unselfconsciously at her chest. Lily felt a flutter in her stomach from the piercing blue gaze pointed at her breasts. Why was she feeling so strange today? “They look right to me. Are your tits natural, Lily?”

Lily was mortified. She should probably not answer, and tell him off for being inappropriate. But… on the other hand, it would help him to improve his art. That was supposed to be her primary goal, right?

“Y-yes. They are,” she said in a voice barely ...