Feature Writer: YKN4949

Feature Title: ST. AGATHA’S SCHOOL FOR HERMS 2

Published: 25.02.2013

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite

Synopsis: A group of hermaphrodite girls interact at a special school

St. Agatha’s School for Herms 2

Chapter 3: Getting Comfortable

The first month of school just seemed to fly by. I started my classes and found that while they were more challenging than at public school, that the teachers were more involved and more helpful. I really enjoyed my social sciences class and felt like I was learning something that I would one day one to study in college. I took math with Mrs. Henderson and I must admit I understand what Lucretia saw in her. She was a short, pixie of a woman in her late twenties. She was probably on 5’0 and weighed no more than 112lbs. She looked like a student. She had small breasts, a tiny build and looked like you’d imagine the heroine in a story about elves to look. She had short, blonde hair and brown eyes.

I got to know some of the girls in my class and I was excited to find that they were all as warm and open as my roommates had been. I was also a bit relieved to find that the nudity at the school appeared to be reserved for the bedrooms and I wasn’t forced to disrobe in front of any of my immediate classmates. However, I did learn that there was quite a good deal of sex going on at the school. The teachers appeared to act as though they did not notice but I often saw girls kissing each other in the hallway or holding hands while they sat in the library. It was brazen, open, and largely very sweet. But it didn’t happen where the younger girls could see.

However, one day I saw a pair of 11th grade girls holding hands and walking across the quad. They turned and kissed one another and I noticed a teacher run across the quad and slap their hands. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I saw her yelling and then I saw her point towards the lower school. It was pretty obvious that they were being admonished for setting a bad example for the younger girls. It was then that I noticed that the affection was only ignored when it had absolutely no chance of creating problems with the underaged students.

With that said, I was even becoming a bit more comfortable with my nudity. Each night at 10 o’clock all girls had to be in their rooms and the upper school had a strict lights out after midnight. When lights out occurred we would darken the room but light small candles in our window. We would then get naked and sit up for a while longer and just talk about things. Soon it was just part of my routine and I didn’t think about it anymore. I noticed that they hadn’t gotten used to my body as well and they no longer stared at my penis lustfully whenever it was out.

The only time my nudity caused me concern now was when I had an erection. I noticed that the other two got them on occasion and I didn’t see anything particular strange about it, but when it happened to me I was mortified. Some mornings I would try to run out of the room and get into the bathroom with a towel around my waist so that my roommates wouldn’t noticed my immense morning wood. But I am sure they noticed. I noticed theirs.

I found that the longer I was at school the fewer and fewer things there were that made me uncomfortable. I mean the list was much shorter already. I felt like I was coming out of a shell that had taken 18 years to make. I had more friends at school than I had ever had at home and I felt closer to them because we were all aware of the thing that used to come between me and my friends.

Another exciting development was my new work study job. All of the girls appeared to have some work study and it was primarily there to provide some minor services to the school and in exchange the girls got a small amount of pocket money to spend at the school store in the cafeteria building or in town. Quinn worked at the school library at the help desk and Lucretia worked at the schools daycare for the kindergarten-third grade babysitting service the school ran on the weekends.

I had been a peer mediator at my old public school. The nature of my job was to listen to two people who were in conflict with one another and try to get them to come to a mutually beneficial solution to the problem without my direct input. I was just to facilitate. This experience allowed me to be a peer counselor at St. Agatha’s. Now I was just talking to a single girl one on one. There was nearly two weeks of training before I was allowed to see my first “client” as we called them. Again I was not supposed to make suggestions to them; I was just supposed to listen to their problems and try to facilitate the girl’s ability to solve her own problems herself. It was quite gratifying and my various clients told me that I really helped them. And while everything I heard in the counselor’s chamber was strictly confidential, it did help me learn more about the school and the girls who went there.

Through my job I learned that almost all the girls at the school were dating or had dated one of the other girls at the school. I learned that there was almost no dating of girls outside of the school or any boys. I also learned that Quinn was both the most popular girl in the entire school and one who created the most mixed feelings. She was apparently a woman eater and the previous year had tried to go through the entire senior class before they left. While she was never successful in getting all 50+ girls in the class, I was amazed to find that she had been able to get fifteen or twenty into her bed. That doesn’t even cover the girls in her class. And now my class was a whole new opportunity. I was getting especially close with my roommates as friends but there was still something about Quinn that made me nervous.

She was just so out there and in your face that sometimes I felt that I was overwhelmed in her personality when we were together. I really liked her but felt like a sycophantic loser when I talked with her. All I could do was gush over how cool I thought she was. I knew that I was just jealous of her personality and wanted to be like her but I was afraid that I was coming off as insincere or mocking. Furthermore, her open discussion of all things sexual made me a bit uncomfortable. I couldn’t get comfortable with that part of myself yet. Quinn had taken to talking about a 11th grade girl that she was madly in love with (I had classes with her, she seemed sweet). She was apparently a short girl with red hair that I had never seen and Quinn had decided that because this girl had a reputation as a complete ice queen that she would focus all her efforts and her charms on seducing this one girl rather than a whole bunch of girls. She said it like she was planning a winning move in chess and the familiarity of it was very strange to me.

The word around school about Lucretia was that she was some sort of sexual freak. People said it in an almost reverent way that I couldn’t understand, but I don’t think Lucretia would have taken offense. I also learned that she was unfailingly kind except when someone crossed one of her friends in which case she could be coolly and frighteningly vicious. All of these facts served to strengthen my admiration for Lucretia. I also found that I was not the only one who considered her unique look incredibly beautiful.

All in all, life at St. Agatha’s was a dream come true. I knew that my father had dumped me at this school merely to get me out of his hair, but it appeared to be a blessing in disguise. I was truly happy here for the first time in my life. I mean happy with my surroundings and happy with who I was. That had never happened for. I suppose that if I believed that the ends justified the means that I should have called up my dad and thanked him for putting me at St. Agatha’s. However, I still hated him for hating me, I just knew now that not everyone hated me.

Chapter 4: Breaking the Seal

I vividly remember that first night when last few discomforts began their inevitable fall. It was a Thursday night I remember. It had to be Thursday because Quinn was not there at lights out. She had special permission by the headmistress to stay at the library until midnight on Thursdays so that she could make a little overtime money and so that she could catch up on some of the replacement of books in the stacks. I came to really enjoy Thursday nights, not because I didn’t enjoy having Quinn around but because it allowed me to have Lucretia to myself for a while, which I really loved.

I guess I should clarify as I have been gushing over Lucretia for a while now. It is not as though I was madly in love with Lucretia and wanted her to be my girlfriend or anything like that. I freely and openly admit that I had an intense sexually attraction to her (and to Quinn as well). But the nature of our relationship was not romantic. The admirable qualities I found in Lucretia and to a substantial but lesser degree in Quinn, I wanted for myself. I admired them both greatly as though they were mixtures of older sisters and goddesses. And Lucretia was the Venus of my personal Olympus, the ranking female on the mountain.

So it was one of these Thursday nights and lights out had just occurred. I had been planning on talking to Lucretia for a while. It was October by that point, so I had been in school for more than a month and no longer feared that everything could eventually vanish in a puff of smoke. I wanted to get inside of Lucretia’s head. I wanted to talk about sex with her. I knew about her reputation but had to put it in such a way that didn’t implicate any of the information I got in my counseling sessions. We were already naked in our beds.

“Hey Lucretia, can we talk?” I asked, trying to sound light hearted.

“Sure,” She said, and she threw off her covers and hopped onto the floor. She sat cross-legged on the floor and placed a light candle in front of her. I couldn’t help but look at her limp penis lying against her leg. I took off my own covers and got down onto the floor as well. I sat the same way she did and looked at her. She looked gorgeous in the flickering candle light. I sat there for a moment and then she raised her eyebrow as if to ask when I was going to get to the point.

“Sorry,” I said and she smiled. She was used to my jerky sort of speaking fashion and I was really impressed with her patience.

“It isn’t a problem,” she said and then put her arms straight back and leaned on them, looking relaxed and waiting for me to get read. She sat forward again and looked at me intently when I began to speak.

“Do you remember when I first got here and you and Quinn were talking about stuff?”

“All we do is talk about stuff,” Lucretia said in a playfully mocking tone and I giggled. She knew just how to put me at ease.

“No, what I mean is that you talking about how she likes to conquer bunches of girls and she was talking about how you liked to…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence, but she did.

“To break taboos.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Well it’s true, what about it?” she asked. I could tell that she kind of wanted to talk about it but she needed me to invite her to do it. It was exactly what I wanted to do.

“What did she mean by that?” I asked. Lucretia smiled at me and then lay down on the carpet in a slinky sort of way, propping her head up with her arm, her elbow on the rug.

“It means that I want to do everything sexually that I am told that I am not supposed to do because it is immoral and not allowed. Thankfully, here in America everything but missionary style sex between one man and one woman is a taboo so just about everything from masturbation to bestiality is an equal evil.”

“Have you done those things?” I asked, not entirely clear on what they meant.

“Well masturbation is playing with yourself and I have certainly done that. Bestiality is fucking an animal and I can say that that might be one taboo I won’t be able to cross off my list before I die. I just can’t get excited when I look at a goat,” she said and I laughed and she laughed with me. I had never known the word for playing with myself, but I had certainly engaged in that little taboo plenty of times on my own.

“Have you had sex with a lot of people?” I asked.

“Not as many as Quinn, but more than you,” she replied.

“I am a virgin,” I said, “It doesn’t take much to beat me.” She laughed at me. I think she was impressed with my ability to openly talk about something sexual without blushing.

“What is the worst taboo you have broken?” I asked. Her face got a bit serious for a moment and it was clear that she was thinking deeply about something. She shook her head and smiled a bit.

“I don’t think I am ready to tell that story yet,” she said and I understood. I could hardly ask her to give something that I definitely wasn’t willing to give to her. I knew the worst taboo I had broken in my life and I certainly wasn’t ready to share.

“I under….”I started to say, but then Lucretia suddenly put her hand on her head and rubbed her beautiful bald skull.

“Oh shit!” she said and it was quite shocking. When she swore she usually swore in Italian. When she swore in English it meant that she was very upset and wanted to be crude.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“I forgot to shave today. I am going to have a shadow on my head tomorrow morning if I don’t do it tonight, but I don’t have the right mirrors,” she explained and I felt bad for her. She looked so beautiful as she was and I knew she wanted to maintain it.

“I am sorry,” I said.

“Plus it gets worse than just the shadow, Akhila. While we are on the topic of sexual excitement I guess I should explain. I don’t just shaved my head because I like the way it looks. I get a sexual thrill from it,” she explained, “It is a little fix I get every day and I am going to angry and uncomfortable with myself tonight without it.” I was a bit confused.

“How can shaving your head be sexual?” I asked her and her concerned demeanor broke and she was back to explaining things to this girl who understood nothing. I think she enjoyed me as a project. A person who had never considered at all the things she had dedicated her life to.

“It is hard to explain. But to be sexual something doesn’t have to touch parts of your body or penetrate your or anything like that. Anything that gives you sexual pleasure counts. I shaved my head the first time about two years ago on a whim and the feeling of the razor moving over my head and the sight of the hair falling into the toilet was somehow erotic to me. It doesn’t matter if no one else understands. I like it.” I noticed that as she talked, Lucretia’s breathing became shallower and her nipples became hard. I looked at her penis and noticed that while it was not hard, it was plumped as though it were partially filled with blood. I was excited because she was excited. Suddenly, I was struck by an interesting idea.

“I could do it for you,” I said in a surprisingly husky voice. Lucretia bit her lower lip and looked into my eyes.

“Seriously?” She said and I could see that she was enticed, “No one has ever done it for me before. That could be fun.”

“It could be,” I replied.

“But you have never shaved before right? You don’t know how,” Lucretia pondered. I was crushed. I was really excited about trying it now.

“You can tell me how,” I said earnestly and she could tell that I wanted to do it as bad as she wanted it.

“Okay,” she said and she stood up and went over to her shower basket. She took a new razor out of a package and grabbed a can of shaving gel. We had a small sink in our room in one of the corners so we could brush our teeth. She took a small plastic bowl and filled it up with warm water and returned to the rug in the middle of the room and handed them to me.

“What do I do?” I asked.

“Well first you have to put the shaving cream on my head,” she explained. I picked up the can of gel. It was like an alien canister or something but I managed to pop the lid off and figure out the nozzle. I squirted a large wad of green goo into my hands. I stood up and walked around behind Lucretia. I got up on my knees behind her so that her head was just below my breasts. I put my palm flat on her head and started to rub the gel into her skin. It lathered up really well and I was impressed as it turned white.

Her head felt pretty smooth to me and I didn’t know what she was talking about, needing to shave now. Maybe it grows quicker at night. The feeling of the smooth, somewhat sticky shave gel on my fingers while I moved it over her glossy head was electric. I moved my hands like I did when I worked shampoo into my hair. I could tell that Lucretia was enjoying it as well. She moaned a little and then caught herself. I was becoming excited. I was glad that she was in front of me as she could not see that I was becoming aroused. My penis was hard and it was all I could do not to feel how the shave gel would feel if I rubbed it on myself.

“Careful, I want to keep my eyebrows,” Lucretia said and giggled. I had gotten so into it that I hadn’t noticed that some of the shave gel almost down onto her face.

“Oh sorry,” I said giggling.

“It’s alright. I think you have gotten enough of the shaving cream on me. Wipe your hands off on that towel and pick up that razor,” Lucretia said in a soft and instructive voice. I did as I was told, “Now dip it in the water once really quick, you need to get it a little wet.” I giggled like a dorky kid when she said that and she turned and slapped me playfully on the arm. When she turned I saw her catch a glimpse of my hard penis. She turned quickly, but I could see a grin on her face. I dipped the razor in the warm water.

“Okay, I am ready,” I said.

“Aright,” she said and then explained to me the way I was supposed to put my left hand on the back of her neck and throat to steady myself and then how I was supposed to carefully move the razor from the front of her head to the back. I was to stop often and rinse off the razor and I was to continue going until all of the shaving cream had been removed.

I did as she said and it was slow, careful work. I noticed that her breathing was very shallow and that when I looked over her shoulder her nipples were hard little bullets and her penis was fully erect and a small amount of pre-cum was dripping down the shaft. She was obviously enjoying this lot. I was too. We were both moaning and groaning while I slowly moved the razor over her head, removing the white cream and exposing her silky skin. Finally I had finished shaving her head and she was almost shaking.

I put the razor down in the water and told her that I was done. As though all of her energy was spent, she fell back against me, panting. Her head fell against my breasts and she turned her fiery eyes up at me. I felt like I was frozen.

“Thank you so much. That was amazing,” She said.

“I loved it,” I replied honestly. She reached her arm back around my head and pulled me towards her. Our lips met and her mouth opened. I felt her tongue against my lips and opened my own mouth and let her in. It was my first kiss and it was amazing. Her tongue was so wet, soft, and rough. It tickled my teeth and filled my mouth. She broke our kiss and I opened my eyes. She staring at me intently and sexually. It made me feel amazing. I looked down at her body and noticed that she was slowly stroking her penis. I had made her do that. It was so cool!

“I am sorry if I surprised you. That was just really intense,” she said, her eyes never breaking contact with my own.

“No, it was really nice. I wasn’t upset. It was like we were in control of ourselves or something. In a really good way,” I said. She nodded her head and sat up.

“That’s the feeling that I always try to cultivate. That is why I try to break sexual rules,” she explained. Then it seemed to make sense. It was like she had somehow set this all up to teach me something, but I knew that that was impossible.

“I think I understand,” I said.

“Isn’t there anything that makes you feel like that? Anything that feels just good and you don’t care if it is wrong or it isn’t supposed to happen?” she asked, pulling herself out of my lap and spinning around to face me. She stopped stroking her penis and was looking at me intently. I could tell she was excited.

“Well…” I said. I knew of something that she would probably be interested in, but I was nervous about saying it. It was really strange.

“If you ever want to help me shave my head again, you are going to tell me what you are thinking about right now,” she said giggling and giving me a semi-serious glare. I laughed.

“Okay. Well there is something that I really like, but I think that it is strange that I do it. I mean I can’t help doing it but I also can’t help that I really like it,” I said diplomatically.

“Ugh!” Lucretia yelled out, “Don’t talk to me in riddles, just tell me.”

“Sorry. Okay, so sometimes when I am really horny, I don’t just get an erection. I also lactate,” I said. It felt very strange to say it, but it was nice. No one else knew about it. Not my parents, not the doctors. No one. I just assume it is part of my weird genetic make-up that I lactate in large amounts on an almost daily basis whenever I get horny. It was like a sexual release outside of ejaculation and it was an intricate part of my masturbation rituals. I looked at Lucretia and she was staring at me with her jaw somewhere near the floor.

“You are joking,” she said incredulously.

“I swear to God,” I said, looking down at my hard nipples. I could feel that the milk was already there, just a little bit of pressure in the right spot and Lucretia would see that I was telling the truth.

“That is so hot! I wish I could do that,” she said and I could tell that she was serious. I was very proud of making her jealous for a change, “Can you do it right now. I mean I can see you are horny. That third leg of yours is hard as a rock.” She pointed to my penis and she wasn’t lying.

“Yeah, I can feel the milk in me right now,” I said. I took my right nipple and squeezed it slightly in a very certain way. I little bit of milk dripped out and landed expertly on my finger. I released my breast and held my finger out for Lucretia to inspect. She took my wrist in her hand and inspected it.

“How much do you make?” she asked, looking at the little pearl of milk intently.

“It varies based on a lot of things I guess. I mean I usually make some every day. Sometimes there are only a couple of drops, but usually there is a couple of ounces. The most I ever produced was about four pints in a day, but that is very strange. I would say the average is between one and two pints.”

“Wow, that is kind of a lot,” she said, swiping the drip of milk off of my finger with her own and putting it very close to her eye, “What do you do with it?”

“I throw most of it away most days, but sometimes I like to drink it,” I explained. Her eyes flashed open wide and she looked at me with a devilish smile.

“What does it taste like?” she asked intensely. I could tell I was really exciting her. I was glad that I wasn’t weird, that other people could be aroused by my milk.

“It is way different that like regular milk. It is thinner, more watery I guess. But it is also a lot sweeter, I don’t. Have you ever had vanilla soymilk? It is a little like that, but less vanilla-like,” I explained. It was hard to say exactly what it was like, but I think she got the idea. I was surprised when she quickly slipped her finger into her mouth, tasting my milk.

“Oh my god, you are so right,” she said, “Can I have some more?”

“Okay,” I said and I put my arms back behind me and leaned my weight on them. It thrust my tits forward, “Suction is the best way to get it out.” She crawled forward on her hands and knees.

“I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way,” she explained. She closed her eyes and took my right breast between were thumb and fingers. She stuck her tongue out slightly and then slid it underneath of my nipple. Her tongue was rough and warm and I arched my back into her. She had the entire nipples in her mouth now. I closed my eyes as she started to suck. It was the same old feeling that I felt when I did it to myself, except no craning pain in my neck. It was like a gentle suckling and I felt like I could feel it wicking out of me. It was such a wonderful feeling.

I could tell that she liked it too. She made a slight ‘yummy’ noise in her throat as the first few drops trickled into her throat. Then the flow increased. I could feel her swallowing and it really turned me on to think about my milk pooling in Lucretia’s stomach. I felt a chill run through my body.

After a few quick gulps, Lucretia stopped sucking. She pulled her head away from my nipples and grinned at me, “how was it?” I asked. She didn’t answer. She put her hand behind my head and pulled me in towards her. She kissed me and as her mouth opened, my milk flowed into my mouth along with her tongue. The taste was incredibly sweet as it always was, but it was more exciting now. I giggled a little and milk spilled down my chin and onto my breast. While I was swallowing the milk, Lucretia licked what I had spilled off my chin and breasts.

“That is amazing!” She said, “If I were you I would never stop.”

“It is tough,” I admitted while giggling. She didn’t wait long. Soon she was suckling on my other breast. She was even more voracious this time, there was a slight pinch as she sucked me dry. Again, she took the last mouthful and spit it into my mouth. Her saliva and my milk mixed together, making it taste thicker in my throat.

“That is so great!” Lucretia re-iterated. My entire body was shaking, “Is something wrong?” She asked, concerned now.

“Oh it was just so intense,” I said. She smiled and sat down next to me and put her left arm around me.

“You need a release?” she asked and it felt sort of jarring to my ears. But I wasn’t thinking, I just nodded. Lucretia took my hand in hers and gently wrapped my own hand around my penis. She moved my hand up and down a couple of times and then let go. I kept moving in the same rhythmic fashion. I looked over at Lucretia and she was doing the same. She looked so beautiful. She had a at least ten rings on her fingers and as they slowly, and skillfully manipulated her cock she moaned in a very high pitched voice. I was moaning to. We turned our heads and kissed while we worked.

Suddenly, Lucretia moaned into my mouth and our kiss broke. I opened my eye and saw her hand flying now. She arched her back and gasped loudly and suddenly her cock erupted. Cum shot out of her body in a big arch. I was amazed at its speed and distant. Most of it landed on Lucretia’s breasts, but a small amount landed on my lip. I stuck my tongue out and licked it off, hoping she didn’t see me. She was busy scooping the cum off of her tits and shoveling it into her mouth.

“I love my cum,” she said, breathing heavily. The idea of that sent me over the edge. I stroked by cock harder, rubbing the tip gently with my thumb. Suddenly, the cum came. I was a bit embarrassed, I never had the distance or speed of ejaculation that Lucretia had, but I made up for it in volume. Like a Hawaiian volcano, big thick blobs of cum burbled out of my cock and landed on my fingers and stomach. The spurts kept coming, more than I had ever had before. At least four or five ounces of cum pooled on my belly and dripped down my ass onto the floor.

“Oh god!” I said. The feeling was so incredibly intense I didn’t have a chance to be embarrassed by the amount. It felt like the orgasm was so intense it made my butt clench incredibly tight. I felt pin pricks all over my body and my vision went sort of dark. When I was able to see again I saw Lucretia scooping my cum off of the floor and into her mouth.

“Jesus Akhila, you are so hot!” she said, “I have never seen this much cum at once. Everything about you is bigger and tastes better than anything else. Look!” When she said that she stuck a finger into my mouth. A big load of cum was shoveled into my mouth. It was thick and salty and sweet. It was indescribably good. I couldn’t admit to Lucretia, even then, that it wasn’t the first time I had taste my cum, but it tasted better on Lucretia’s forefinger.

“We better clean this up before Quinn gets back,” I finally managed to say and Lucretia giggled.

“You are so cute when you worry,” she said, “We will clean up, but only if you promise to do that again sometime.”

“Deal,” I said, grabbing a towel.

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE & FOUR