Tasha and I rounded the corner, deep in discussion about the party at the weekend, who'd made out with whom and so on. We'd made it a contest to see who could kiss the most girls, and I'd won, but Tasha apparently had gone further and gone down on Samantha.
"Didn't think she was gay," I said.
Tasha laughed. "Neither did she."
Parties had got a lot more interesting in the past year, as everyone was turning eighteen and using it as an excuse. I was the youngest in my class, and now I too had passed into legal adulthood.
"I want pussy," I said, sulking.
Our conversation was stopped by the sight of two young men harassing an elderly woman. She was bent over with age, thin as a rake, and held her walking stick menacingly as the two men laughed.
"Hey dickheads!" I yelled, and ran at them, Tasha beside me.
The men retreated, calling us 'cunts' for spoiling their fun, but a police car drove by and they scarpered.
"Thank you, young ladies," the old woman said. "For your kindness, I grant you each one wish - but it will only last one day, so use it wisely."
Without waiting for our responses, she turned and continued on her way.
Tasha chuckled mischievously. "I know what I'd wish for."
"What?"
"You say first."
I thought about it, but I was still furious about those two young men. "What is it about having a dick that makes men into such assholes," I growled. "Sometimes I wish I had a dick, just so I could understand what goes on in their heads."
"It would be cool being able to pee standing up," Tasha said, putting a hand to the front of her skirt and miming the act.
"Your turn," I prompted.
"Oh, just that your clothes would keep falling off," she said, grinning brightly, "so that everyone could see what a slut you really are."
"Oi! You're the slut. I'm still a virgin."
"Only because you're a coward."
I glowered at her. It was a fairly accurate assessment. Not for the first time, I tried to find the courage to ask Tasha for a date. The kind of date that would end with me stripping her slowly, kissing her breasts and working my way down to her sweet pussy. As I imagined my tongue sweeping sensuously through her delicate labia, I felt an unfamiliar stirring in my crotch. I frowned as the constriction in my knickers turned painful, and flinched as the elastic broke suddenly
I stared down in shock as my knickers fell down about my ankles.
"Holy shit!" Tasha cried. "It worked! My wish!"
A feeling of dread crept over me. If her wish had come true, what if mine had too? Was what I was feeling beneath my skirt... a dick? "Shit, Tasha!" I cried. I lifted my skirt so we could both see the penis growing out from my crotch. Already it was six inches in length, semi-hard, and I sensed there would soon be more.
Tasha's eyes opened wide. "Wow," her lips said, soundlessly.
I lowered my skirt abruptly at the sound of voices, just as a small crown of classmates and others from our school turned the corner and swept us along with them, enthusing about the party. Samantha was there, giving Tasha a shy smile. Before I had a chance to process what was happening, we were in school grounds and heading for class. My sense of panic increased by the minute as I tried desperately to keep the bulge in my skirt concealed.
"Hey, you lost a button," Tasha said, pointing at my shirt. In fact, I'd lost several, but the one at the top was obvious since my shirt opened now to reveal more of my bra than I was comfortable with.
I had no idea what to do. As I walked to my seat in class, by bootlaces came undone, and as I sat and tried to tie them again, they snapped. Even worse, as I bent down, the clasp of my bra broke behind me. "Help me!" I hissed quietly to Tasha, who smirked in response.
It was impossible to concentrate. Miss Henry droned on about algebra, when the only bra I could think about was the one peeking through my shirt, and doing an increasingly poor job of concealing my breasts. That Miss Henry had noticed this was evident by the way she blushed every time she looked in my direction.
And, of course, her blushing served only to arouse me. She was definitely the prettiest of my teachers, and the only one I regularly fantasised about. Beneath my skirt, my dick swelled until it was achingly hard. I could see Tasha holding back laughter as I adjusted and readjusted myself into ever more awkward positions.
At the end of class, as everyone stood, and as I tried to stand, my skirt's elastic failed, and two more buttons popped off. I sat again hurriedly, only too aware of the heat in my cheeks as everyone stared at me, some openly laughing. Even Tasha - bitch! - laughed as she left me behind, until there was only me and a brightly blushing Miss Henry.
"Kate," she said anxiously. "Is something the matter?"
"My clothes won't stay on," I said, a definite note of misery in my voice. The last of my buttons pinged off, and my bra snapped at the front. Miss Henry was treated to a perfect view of my very obviously swollen nipples.
I hadn't thought it possible, but her blush deepened. She ran to the door, locking it and lowering the blinds to give us privacy. "Don't you have anything else to wear?"
"In my locker, though I don't think it will help." I dared to stand, and my boots disintegrated. I held my skirt up, covering the prominent bulge of my erect dick as well as I could, but my shirt and bra fell to the floor.
Miss Henry gaped at me. "What on earth!" My favourite teacher was now staring openly at my bare breasts, and I couldn't help wishing she'd put her hands on them.
I tried to explain. "Tasha made a wish this morning that my clothes would fall off." My socks were slowly unravelling, and the seams of my skirt too. "In a few seconds, I'm going to be completely naked."
"It's impossible," she said, but my skirt and socks begged to differ. I was left holding the remains of my skirt tight against my throbbing dick.
Miss Henry nodded, clearly lost for words, and at a loss what to do. I knew it would be stupid to make a pass at a teacher, even if I was over eighteen, but she was right there in front of me. I might never get another chance. And Tasha had called me a coward!
I stepped closer, and again, until she could reach out and touch me. That she made no attempt to move away gave me hope. "Please, Miss Henry," I said. "Put your hands on me."
"I, er, we... really shouldn't," she said, moments before she did, cupping my breasts reverently and teasing my nipples.
I melted beneath her touch, and quite forgot about holding the skirt in place. I was too focussed on touching her, on the silk of her shirt beneath my fingertips as they glided up from her waist to her chest. I wanted her to be as naked as I, so that I could kiss her breasts like I had dreamed so often.
"Oh, wow," she said, looking down. "I didn't know."
I glowered down at the guilty member. "That's just for today," I said. I abandoned any further attempt to explain as her fingers caressed the shaft.
I could stand it no longer. I tore her shirt open, and pushed her bra up over her breasts. "I want you," I said, and bent to suck on a nipple. She moaned with lust under this assault, stroking my cock with one hand while I alternated between her breasts, teasing and licking their swollen tips.
Until she pushed me away. "Too sensitive," she said. "Stop." Instead, she dropped to her knees to take my dick into her mouth, sucking fiercely on the head before descending the shaft.
She was so good at it! She stroked the shaft with one hand while progressively taking more of it into her mouth, even into her tight throat, all the while using her tongue and lips expertly. I was in heaven - and hell, because it was too good, too intense, and despite trying to hold back I lasted less than a minute.
Reflexively I grabbed her head to keep her there as I stiffened between her lips, and cried out in ecstasy as my cum burst forth, filling her mouth. She pushed me away, gasping for breath, as more creamy cum spurted out, splashing against her face and breasts.
