Feature Writer: YKN4949

Feature Title: ST. AGATHA’S SCHOOL FOR HERMS 5

Published: 25.02.2013

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite

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

St. Agatha’s School for Herms 5

Chapter 8: My Story

I wanted to focus on finding a girl during the last few weeks but I couldn’t. My classes were still very difficult and I was starting to really enjoy my job as a peer counselor. Further I was scared. I knew that my roommates found me sexy but I also thought that my penis was so large it couldn’t possibly be feminine. I also thought that it would be difficult to find a girl who would accept my lactation. Instead I focused on my job and my school work.

I was actually starting to think that maybe I could have a career in the counseling field. I thought it might be exciting to help counsel girls who had self-esteem issues. It just seemed that no one really understood what young girls went through and most of the talk about them was condescending or misplaced. I felt like I could be good at it.

I started to like my job ever more the day after Quinn told me her story. That was the day that Rachael Leona entered my office and sat down in the desk across the seat from me. Like most of the girls who came into my office, Rachael was wearing her gym uniform because that was the only class girls were allowed to miss to come talk to me. She looked gorgeous in hers. I can’t explain why, it was just a gray t-shirt and blue shorts but she looked amazing. Rachael was 5’0 and about 100lbs. It was so cute that she was even shorter than me! She had long blonde hair in pigtails and blue eyes. She was in my class, so she was 18 too. She looked like a little pixie with her hair and her little ears and her upturned nose. She had just perfect teeth and thick pink lips. Her body was compact, with tiny breasts and smooth skin. Her legs were slim and sexy. She just looked like a fairy and I wanted to scoop her up. But she was a troubled girl.

“Hey,” she said when she came in and sat down at my desk.

“What’s up?” I asked. I didn’t like to push too hard.

“Another girl told me you were easy to talk to,” she said and it made me feel good inside. I knew there was a lot of buzz around the school that if you wanted a good counseling session you were better off with me than with anyone else.

“I try,” I said. I didn’t want to come out and ask her to tell me her problem, I needed her to come to me and ask for help so that she would be in charge. She needed to take possession of her desire to get better.

“Can we talk about…anything?” she asked.

“Whatever you want to talk to. I am bound by my oath as a peer counselor not to tell anyone. I don’t consult with the administration and I don’t talk to anyone else about what we say,” I said to her. It was all the truth and when I said it she started to talk.

For two weeks we met almost daily and she poured her heart out to me. It was so sad because she was such a pretty, funny, and sweet girl. I hated that she cried in my office and that she felt so alone. I knew how she felt but I couldn’t tell her what I knew. That it would get better. She had to figure it out on her own.

She that she was a relatively popular girl in our class but that she told me that she had never been able to find a steady girlfriend. There were some strange rumors running around the school about her. Weird rumors about her sexuality. What was terrible was that the rumors were true. She had had a whole series of girlfriends and while they liked her personality they were put off by some of her more bizarre sexual behavior. I remember it was in our third week when she finally felt comfortable enough to tell me about her supposed sexual problems. It was a mere three days before Christmas break and my roommates were on me constantly.

“Okay Akhila,” she said looking seriously at me across the table as she sat down in her gym clothes, “I think I can tell you about my problem today.”

“I would like to hear it,” I said. I have to admit I found it sexy to talk about anything relating to relationships. I wanted to hear her details. I was sort of ashamed but I couldn’t help it.

“Well the first thing I guess is that I am impotent,” she said and she looked very ashamed. I honestly didn’t even know what she meant and gave her a quizzical look. She understood, “I have a big dig you know, it’s like 7 inches long but it can’t get hard. Some girls don’t want to go out with a chick who can’t… you know.” Her face was red.

“I see,” I said. I thought it was sort of cute. It fit her pixie nature.

“Also I don’t have a pussy. Most of the girls who are willing to date a girl who can’t get it up want to date a chick they can…well you know,” she said. I also sort of liked this. It made her more like me.

“What about…” I started and she finished my thought.

“I’ll have anal sex. I just haven’t found anyone who wants to do it with me,” she explained.

“What about my roommate Quinn,” I asked. It was sneaky. I was just trying to find out if this girl had had sex with my roommate but it a legitimate question.

“Oh I know that SHE wouldn’t have a problem with me. But I don’t want to be with her. I mean she is pretty and everything, but I want a girlfriend. Not someone to sleep with for the night,” she explained to me. It sort of made me happy. I was sort of looking for the same thing. I knew that the way I was thinking was wrong, but over the weeks I had been developing a rather large crush on Rachael. I thought about her all the time. I thought about solving all of her problems.About holding her in my arms.About kissing her.About going out with her.

“Well even if not her. I am sure that those are minor problems,” I offered.

“That isn’t all,” she said and then stared at some of the items on my desk quietly for a while. I waited patiently for her to decide that it was a good idea.

“It’s okay,” I said when she looked up at me with a pleading look in her eyes.

“Sometimes when, when like…when I am really horny or like fooling around. Sometimes I can’t control myself and I urinate. I just sort of pee all over the place. It is so gross and it grosses everyone out and they think that I do it on purpose,” she said and there were tears in her eyes now.

“Well…” I started.

“And when I am really, really excited I don’t even know what I am thinking but I want to drink it,” she was crying now, her tears pouring down her cheeks. I came around the desk and put my arm around her. She leaned her head on my shoulder, “I do it sometimes. I drink it and I like it but I know it is wrong and evil.” With that she couldn’t talk anymore she was sobbing and holding onto me and I did the best I could to hold her. It took her nearly twenty minutes to get herself under control. I felt terrible.

“Are you okay now,” I asked and smiled weakly at her.

“No,” she said, “My damn roommate set me up on a date tonight and I know it is going to go terribly.” I felt my heart sink into my shoes. I wanted the best for her, but I was hoping that I was best for her. I knew that I wasn’t allowed to be with any of my patients. But I learned a thing or two about taboos from Lucretia. Now this had been taken away from me. Nothing she said changed the way I felt about her at all. I had come a long way in accepting myself during the year and I was far worse that she was. She was perfect. I liked everything about her. The things that she disliked about herself made me like her more. She just had to learn that she was good the way she was. But now, she was going on a date. I had to try to help her date. Even if it hurt me.

“I am sure it will be fine. Just be confident,” I said and the bell rang. I wanted to give her more advice. I wanted her to be happy. But the time was up.

The rest of my evening was horrible. I walked around campus in a sulky sort of mood. All I could think about was Rachael talking to another girl. Rachael kissing another girl.Rachael forgetting about me. I knew that she didn’t think about me in the same way I thought about her. She probably didn’t think of me once she left my office, but I couldn’t help it.

I didn’t go to my room that day. I got lunch with my friends and then went to my classes. When they were done I went to the library to do work. I just tried to get my mind off of everything except for my school work and I was relatively successful. My work meant that during most of my free time I couldn’t do my homework and during that evening I managed to get a lot of work done so that I didn’t have to think about Rachael. However, in odd moments I would think about her and my heart would hurt.

Finally around an hour before lights out I collected my books and headed out into the night. It was warmer than it had been in a few days and I walked slow and looked at the sky. I began to wonder if I would ever get to have a girlfriend. Here I was at St. Agatha’s. If I couldn’t find someone here I would never find anyone.

I was almost back to the dorm when I heard it. It was a quiet noise the contours of which I could really understand. I just knew that it wasn’t normal and that it was coming from the behind the dormitory where the dumpsters were located. I decided to check it out. I walked down the stairs and went around behind the dorm. It was sobbing. I could tell now.

I came around the corner and stood next to the dumpster. That’s when I saw her. It was Rachael. She was sitting on the concrete between the dumpsters. She was sobbing with her head down and she was completely naked. Her school uniform was scattered all over the place. She was rocking back and forth and holding her knees. I ran over to her.

“Oh my God Rachael what’s wrong?” I asked as I sat down beside her and put my arms around her.

“My date…” she said.

“Did she do something to you?” I asked, suddenly the horrible thought jumped into my mind. What had the girl done to my Rachael?

“No. She just didn’t want me. No one could want me. She said she heard that I didn’t have a pussy. She said she hoped there were no hard feelings. I think she already had another date. She just said she’d go out with me to please my roommate.”

“You are so beautiful,” I said, pushing the hair out of her eyes and looking at her face.

“Well that isn’t enough. I have a disgusting sexuality. No matter if you think I have a pretty face. I took off my clothes so everyone could see how disgusting I am, no one has to pretend otherwise” she said. She started to cry even harder and my instinct was to get her inside somehow. Somewhere that she wouldn’t get in trouble. I helped her to her feet and quickly grabbed her clothes.

I couldn’t take her to the dormitory because it was before lights out and everyone would be milling around in the hallway. But the backdoor of the gym was opened. It was about twenty yards away and we ran together so no one would see us.

It was cold and dark inside of the gymnasium and I walked Rachael back away from the door towards the locker-room. I was a bit more relaxed now and realized that I probably just should have put her clothes back on but I think my mind was working on a level I didn’t understand. Soon I had her in the locker-room sitting on a bench in the shower. She was sobbing again but at least we weren’t out in the middle of the air.

I couldn’t help but inspect her body. She was so beautiful. Her face was red and puffy but somehow it made her look endearing. Her breasts were small, but perfectly shaped and her nipples were cute and pink like little candies. Her stomach was smooth and she looked like an athlete. Her dick was large and, like she said, it was limp. I, on the other hand, was fully erect. But I had to control myself. Didn’t I?

“I am sorry you had a bad night,” I told her and she laughed a little.

“Not your fault,” she said. She was slowly ending her crying fit and in a few minutes we were both sitting on the bench. Talking. She was talking about her feeling of isolation and her lack of inclusion. At first I tried to keep my professional distance but then I decided that I wasn’t on the clock. I poured my heart back into her. I told her about my father, about my own isolation, about my own inability to find a girlfriend. She seemed amazed.

“But you are so perfect!” she said and I was taken aback.

“Hardly,” I said.

“I mean I have had a little bit of a crush on you since you became my counselor but I thought that you were dating Lucretia or something. I didn’t think there was a chance that you were single,” she said. I felt a chill run down my spine. Something was about to happen here.

“I have had a crush on you too,” I said, “Everything you tell me makes me like you more. You are just so exciting and different and sexy.”

“What about my…problems?” she asked.

“I love them. I think they are sexy,” I explained. She didn’t even blink. She leaned into me and gave me deep and loving kiss. I closed my eyes and leaned into her as well. Her lips were so soft and warm it felt like she was completely wrapped around me.

“I love you,” she said and it shocked me, “I know that sounds crazy. But I do.”

“I love you too,” I said and kissed her again. I put my arms around her and held her. It was like every dream I had had since I met her. It was perfect.

“I want to see you naked too,” she said, standing up next to the bench. Her dick swung between her legs when she walked and it was so sexy I wanted to have it into my mouth. But instead I stood up straight in front of her and frantically removed all of my clothes. I was embarrassed by my dick. It was hard and looked massive and I knew she thought it wasn’t ladylike.

“You are so hot,” she said, staring at my dick. Maybe Quinn was right, “I have never seen one that big!” I took that as a compliment for the first time. She reached forward and gently rubbed my breast, feeling my skin. I took a step back, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh,” I said, nervous, “I…I lactate sometimes when I am aroused,” I explained.

“Oh wow I thought that was a rumor!” she said excitedly. I was going to have to kill either Lucretia or Quinn. I felt my cheeks getting hot.

“I don’t know. I can’t control it,” I tried to explained, but she took my nipple in her hand and shook her head. She squeezed the nipple slightly and a jet of warm milk shot out of me and hit her in the chest, she giggled and smiled at me.

“That is awesome,” she said, “Can I taste it?”

“Of course,” I said. It was like we were made for one another. I sat down on the bench and she leaned down and took my nipple in her mouth. She started to pull the milk out of my body and it felt so delectable. She was making little noises and I knew she liked it. She sat down on the bench next to me so she could more easily drink.

“That is so good, try!” she said, then she took another big drink out of my nipple and brought it to my mouth. She kissed me again and my hot milk poured into my mouth. It was awesome. Better than anything I had ever felt before. She was giggling and the milk dripped onto our bodies. Suddenly she stood up.

“Oh my God!” she said, her face flushing, “I’m going to piss!” She looked terrified. I didn’t miss a beat. I got on my knees in front of her and took her soft dick in my hands. It felt spongy in my hand and I really liked it. I opened my mouth but she started pissing before I had a chance. She pissed on my face and in my hair. But I quickly got her soft dick into my mouth and soon it was filling with hot, salty liquid. I was surprised to find that I not only tolerated the taste but actually liked it. I swallowed some down, but more poured out onto my chest. She filled my mouth again and then, finally her stream seemed to die down. I got up quickly and looked into her eyes. She was crying, but it looked like she was happy.

We kissed deeply. She had kept some of my milk in her mouth and I had kept some of her piss and as our tongues met together, we mixed our juices together and swallowed them down. It was an amazing feeling. Like we had suddenly created a bond together than no one would ever be able to break.

“Fuck me,” she whispered in my ear and I didn’t need another invitation. I sat down on the floor with my back against the wall. My dick was incredibly hard. Rachael straddled my body. Standing over top of me with her dick swinging in my face. I gave it a little kiss and then she started to crouch down onto me.

I took my dick in my hand and slowly guided it toward the spot where her asshole was dropping. She gave a surprised yelp when the hard, fleshy top of my dick touched her little bud for the first time. She looked into my eyes and I could see the desire for me in her. It was the most powerful emotional feeling I had ever experienced. It was good to be desired.

She carefully eased my dick into her asshole. I was amazed at her skill. She moaned a little, but generally, she carefully managed to allow me into her body. It was hot and wet and tight inside of her and my penis felt like it was in heaven. I can’t even describe the feeling. Soon she was bopping up and down on my dick, driving me in and out of her body. While she did, her dick flopped around and dropped on my stomach and then flew up and hit her in the stomach. It was so sexy!

She stopped bouncing for a while and just grinded into me. She shoved my dick deeper and deeper into her asshole. While she did she leaned forward and kissed me. She moaned into my mouth and held my arms tightly with her hands. I put my own hands on her waist to help her to continue to shove her hips down into me.

She started pissing again, but this time she wasn’t self-conscious about it. Her dick kept swinging and the piss shot around the room, soaking me from my stomach to my face and covering her in piss as well. Suddenly I started to cum. I felt it come from the very beginning and it felt like time slowed down. My dick felt hot and it felt like waves emanated from me as my thick cum shot into my girlfriends’ bowels. She could feel it too and suddenly she was cumming. It was not just a little bit of cum, but it came out of her at just the right time and hit me on the lip. I licked it up and I was in love forever.

I came so hard in her ass that it was dripping out of her now, out of her ass and onto my legs. Slowly she got up, letting my dick slip out of her. She turned around and faced away from me. I was sort of slumped against the wall now.She bent down so that her ass was in my face. She put her hands on either side of my body and I could feel her licking my dick. Getting the cum and her ass off of it. I looked at her little pink asshole, covered in cum and took her ass cheeks in my hands. I pulled them apart and stuck my face in. I started to lick up my cum, then when that was all clean I started sucking it out of her ass. She started pissing again and it washed all over my body. She started to lick that up as well.

Soon I had cleaned her asshole completely of my cum and swallowed it down. I came again, filling my girlfriend’s mouth with more sperm. She swallowed it down. It was just a never ending flurry of activity and by the time she swallowed down the last bit of cum we were exhausted. She fell down and sat next to me with her back against the shower wall. We turned and looked at each other and giggled. I put my hand on her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. It was warm and loving and familiar. It was everything we were looking for.

We sat around for a while, talking and lazing, but soon we realized that it was well past lights out and that we needed to get back to our dorms. We took a quick shower and got dressed and quickly walked back to the dorm. We stopped at the door and I gave her a quick kiss.

“I love,” I said.

“I love you too,” she said and started to walk in, then she turned back to me, “Give me a call tomorrow, let’s set up a date.” I was in heaven. Rachael walked into the dorm and turn towards her room. I went in and headed towards my own, my life seemingly complete for the first time. I couldn’t wait to tell Quinn and Lucretia all about my new girlfriend. My father had sent me to St. Agatha’s School for Girls to lose me, and it turns out that I found myself.