As the Campfire Fades
Disclaimer: This is a story of fiction, meant for entertainment purposes only! All characters are fictitious and are not intended to resemble any real person or anyone else's character in any way shape or form. This story involves a sexual activity between an adolescent male and an older female. If this isn't your thing, turn away now. Otherwise, please read on!
As the Campfire Fades
The glowing embers of the dying campfire gave just a dim flicker of light along the sides of the tents scattered about the campsite. There were five tents in all: three larger, and two smaller tents, and inside the larger tents a varying degree of snores could already be heard. Of course the snoring was mostly overpowered by the gushing sound of the river at the side of the camp, but as a teacher you could pick up on the sounds of students snoring, it was in your genes.
Tayla stepped quietly through between the tents, pausing at the entrance of each of the larger tents to unzip them slightly and peer inside, counting three students in each. She closed each securely, then made her way to the smaller tent where the other chaperone was already resting for the night. The poor tiger had come down with a case of the flu earlier in the day, and he was passed out before any of the students. Needless to say, with the lack of a third chaperone, this left all the nightly duties to Tayla.
The cheetah checked the zipper on the smaller tent, located on the opposite side of the campsite as her own. Yup, it was fastened securely. She stood back up straight and glanced around, noticing her breath quite easily in the low glow of from the remaining orange embers. The temperature had dropped tremendously in the last couple of hours, and while the original forecast they studied before the trip called for every day in the mountainous hike to be above freezing, it was clear this night those weathermen were wrong, very wrong. It was already a few degrees below freezing. She squeezed her coat at the front to tighten it around herself a little more, shivering from the cool air.
All the students were asked to bring a warm jacket, and both she and Mr. Tiger had ensured they had all brought warm enough sleeping bags as well, so it wasn't an issue.
She pulled her flashlight out of her pocket and clicked it on, padding off a couple hundred feet, where she aimed the light up into the trees. The food bags and packs were securely hanging a good fifteen feet in the air, tied up by ropes slung over tree branches. No wild critters would be able to get it, and it was far enough away from the campsite that even if they tried, they shouldn't mess with the sleeping field-trippers.
Tayla smiled tiredly to herself, glancing at her watch. Two A.M. With the loss of the experienced trekker in Mr. Tiger, or at least his diminished capacity to help, she had taken a good two hours to get everything situated in the camp. And they were to be up in six hours to start the day on over again, the week long excursion only being two days complete. 'My first year teaching, and I'm pretty much running this field trip already,' she thought to herself, swishing her spotted tail behind her.
It wasn't long before she was back to the camp, stepping up to her own tent, zipping it open when she heard a rustling from a couple of tents over. One of the lion students stepped out in his sweatshirt and sweatpants, zipping his tent closed. She motioned toward him, and he made his way over to her. "What's up?" The cheetah asked curiously. "Everything okay Henry?"
"Yea Ms. Cheetah, I just have to use the bathroom," the youngster replied. The dim embers from the fire gave her enough glow to see the start of his mane trail along his chest, disappearing under his sweatshirt - he was an adolescent cub, fifteen years old, one of the two sophomore students on the trip.
"Ahhhh okay, just make sure your tent is secure when you go back in." She smiled to him, before ducking into her own small tent and zipping it up behind her. Time for bed, she thought, undoing her jacket and tossing it into the corner of the tent. She still had her own sweatshirt on and a pair of khaki pants from the day's hike.
She had her paws on the hem of her sweatshirt when she heard the splash outside. "Henry!" She gasped out, immediately slipping open the zipper of her tent and rushing over to the riverbank. She was relieved when she saw the young lion already stepping out of the water, at least he hadn't been dragged away by the current. "Are you okay? Ohhhh gosh!" She whined out, running up to him.
"I...fell..." Henry gasped out, shivering violently and rubbing his paws on his arms. His sweatshirt was drenched, his sweatpants equally dripping wet, and his headfur was clearly soaked as well - he had fallen all the way in.
Tayla quickly sprang into action, putting her paws around his waist and pulling him in toward the camp. The campfire was her first thought, but when she looked over to the darkening orange embers, it was clear the fire was on its last leg and wouldn't be giving off much heat. She pulled him over in front of her tent - it wasn't WELL below freezing, but she knew he needed to be warmed up and fast. "Come on, we have to get these wet clothes off of you."
She started with his shirt, paws to the bottom of the lion's sweatshirt and lifting it up. The poor soaked young cat lifted his paws up in fits of shivering as she made short work of removing the garment. The next was his pants, her paws grabbing at the waistband and tugging them down to his ankles, underwear and all. She didn't think much about seeing one of her students naked at first as she did this, her focus was to get the cat devoid of the soaked clothes and then go from there. "Step out of them," she commanded, grabbing his paw and helping him step free of the soaked pants. Immediately, she pulled him into her tent, grabbing her jacket and using it to rub him down, trying to get some of the dripping water off of his adolescent fur.
"I'm...sorry...I was..." came his quivering voice as he felt the inner lining of the jacket rubbing against his sopping wet fluff. "...I'm so cold..."
"It's okay, you didn't meant to," came Tayla's voice. This wasn't her specialty, she only knew a little bit about survival in the icy cold weather. It wasn't supposed to be below freezing. "Here, we need to cuddle up and get you warm." She started tugging off her own clothes, her sweatshirt at first, followed by her hiking pants. She stopped at her bra and panties, glancing at the dark outline of the shivering lion and thinking for a minute - she didn't exactly have a lot of clothes with her, and didn't want her undergarments getting wet. Besides, he wouldn't be able to see her very well in the dark of the tent anyway. Without a word, she unsnapped her own bra, letting it drop to the front edge of the tent, following this with a sweeping tug of her panties off her ankles.
There she was, completely free of clothing now as well, only her fur was dry. She grabbed at his waist and drew him down her sleeping back, helping to scoot him into it. "Get in as far as you can," she commanded, sliding in alongside of him and drawing a paw to the zipper, struggling to draw it up, the sleeping bag being made for one not for two. Finally, the zipper tugged up to the edge and caught the snap to close securely, and she curled her paws around the young lion's body.
The poor cat was so VERY cold and wet.
Henry shivered in against her as Tayla's paws rubbed along his sides and back, her chest mashing in against his. She held her maw overtop of his, her chin rubbing over the bridge of his muzzle and nose, feeling his shivering whiskers tickling under her. She slid her legs around his midsection, rubbing her thighs up and down along his too, the two sitting in a side by side position. Each time she tried to roll on top of him, the shape of the sleeping bag would prevent her from getting there. The motions caused her breasts and her thighs to rub along his bared form, wetting her fur in the process, the teacher laying in her own sleeping bag naked with one of her students. But she didn't care, she just wanted to get him warm at this point.
That's all she needed was a kid getting frostbite in the middle of the hike - they'd have to call a rescue helicopter in.
"Are you getting warmer?" She asked, squeezing him in against her and nuzzling to his wetfurred cheek.
The boy nodded, his whole body still shivering against hers. "Yes...Ms. Cheetah..." came his reply, his eyes closed tightly his own paws huddled in against her sides.
She held him there, rubbing her cheetah paws over him, curling her tail around his leg and shivering with the young lion with his cold fur mashing into her own. After a few minutes, she could feel him warming up, her paws able to just squeeze around him and not having to rub. "What happened back there?" She asked with a whisper.
Henry let out a soft shivering sigh, shrugging his shoulders. "I was holding onto a tree brach, leaning over the river taking a pee, and then, it snapped and I fell in." He moved his head in to bury his face into her shoulder, breathing out another long sigh into the fur of her side.
Tayla kept her paws around him, and even kept her thigh draped over his. "Well I'm glad you didn't get swept away, that would have made for a bad trip," she half-chuckled out, nosing over his ear. "Next time just go in the woods, alright?" She couldn't help but like the boy, he was a good student after all, maybe one of her best. He was always punctual, always turned his work in on time, always did well on the tests. He raised his paw in class and answered questions, he even did the extra credit assignments when she asked. If there was one complaint about him, it was that he was a bit clumsy, and maybe didn't always do the right things at school; he was easily influenced by peer pressure.
The youngster nodded and let out a soft whimper. "I didn't mean to." He seemed so innocent and so apologetic about this whole incident, despite his normal air of confidence and determination in class. It was such a noticeable contrast that Tayla couldn't help but let her mothering instinct take over.
"There-there, kiddo, it's alright. No harm done, everything will dry," she replied softly, her voice calm as she squeezed him in against her. It was at this point that she could feel the furred protusion of his lion sheath in against her inner thigh, although with how cold they were she didn't seem to care - the poor kid was in dire need of warmth, and she was the only one around to help out.
'Anyone would have done it, right? It was the right thing to do, no?' Tayla thought to herself, wondering if she really did do the right thing, second guessing her own survival training. At least her clothes wouldn't be wet, although her sleeping bag didn't exactly feel dry inside, but with the two of them curled up tightly within, it felt like it was already drying off as well.
"Do you want me to go now?" Asked the lion with a whisper.
Tayla shook her head. "No, just lay here with me until the sleeping bag completely dries, or I'm going to be cold all night!"
The two held eachother for warmth for a few long minutes, Tayla's paws holding around the young lion. 'It sure feels good to be held,' she pondered, thinking about the ex she left behind when she moved to the new school district for the teaching job. She let out a purr and closed her eyes, just enjoying the warmth the embrace was generating. Her mind wandered off to how she missed being snuggled, how she missed all those intimate cuddle moments.
With how much work she'd done and how far they hiked, it wasn't long before she fell asleep.
The dreams came quickly, her subconscious awash with the vision of her ex, the snow leopard holding her on the sofa, squeezing around her with the glow of the TV playing some nameless motion picture. She nuzzled his shoulder and he hers.
Henry, meanwhile, was awake, still feeling his teacher huggling around him, her paws over his sides and back, her thigh drapped over the side of his hip. He tried to keep his thoughts in check, his face and cheek buried against her shoulder. He drew in a breath, her scent washing into his feline nostrils. Something smelled really good about her. There was a sweetness to that fur, a delicious quality to his olfactory senses.
Tayla's dream continued as she felt her boyfriend's paws around her sides, drawing her to lie down with him on the sofa. He nuzzled at her shoulder even more as she could feel him gently grinding in to her with his hips. The snow leopard's sheath was swollen as it pressed to her thigh, teasing the soft furred flesh, even nudging up the side of her mons.
Henry continued to inhale her scent. Something about it clouded his thoughts, washed over his conscious effort to be a good cub. Here he was, cuddled in against the hottest teacher in the school, and newest teacher! Every boy at school talked about her, every cool kid told those made-up stories about how she wanted them, the ones that everyone knew were fake. She couldn't be older than 26, and he was lying in a sleeping bag with her, both of them completely naked. It wasn't long before his own sheath began to swell, the youngster biting his lip and pondering what to do. Should he wake his teacher up and get out of the sleeping bag? No, that would mean she'd see it. Just give it time, it'll go away.
But it didn't go away.
Instead, his erection began slipping out of that lionsheath, pressing in along her soft fur of her inner thigh. He shivered again, this time not from the cold, but instead from the feeling of her warm fur against him, coddling around his adolescent erection. It wasn't long before that contoured flesh extended enough that it began to nestle in against the side of her mons pubis, the soft fluff wrapping around the tip of his young lionflesh as it pressed in against her. He didn't know what to do, it felt so nice to feel her against him, but...
Her dreamscape continued, her boyfriend sliding his paws around her waist as he drew his hips down, the tip of his erection nestling in against those tender sexlips of hers.
The lion decided he needed to try and unzip the sleeping bag so he could escape, and his paw began to slowly draw up along her side. The shift of his weight caused his lionshaft to slip in against her moist petals, the supple flesh of her labia dimpling in with the throbbing growth of his erection. His eyes drew wide, his leonine cock throbbing another couple of pulses, growing and swelling out a little more each time. He held his breath, hoping it wouldn't happen...
But it did, his erection pressing more and more firmly to her labia, until the pressure caused his shaft to slip to the side and press right into her folds...
Tayla clenched her teeth in her dream, feeling her boyfriend teasing her inner folds with his length. He simply held himself there, not moving his hips. She squeezed her paws around him, mumbling out, "take me..." before she rocked her weight, pushing herself down that length of snow leopard shaft of her ex...
Henry's eyes drew wide when he saw his teacher's ears splay back, and her maw lift slightly. She mouthed some words in a whisper, "take me." Was she asleep? He didn't know for sure now, he thought she was, but why would she ask for that? He bit his lip, letting out a purring whine, his paw quivering against her side, his young erection swollen almost to full size, a good six inches with just a little more to grow, and the tip, the first inch or so, already wrapped around in the warmth of her tender folds. He couldn't resist the urge anymore, the scent, the feeling around his member, his own adolescent hormones coarsing through him...
And so he pressed in, that hot inner silk of hers suckling tenderly around his young lioncock, wrapping around it with the pulse of her heart.
Her eyes immediately drew open, her back arching as she felt the girth of her dream lover invading her flesh, her moist petals pursed around that girth until she could feel the soft fluff of that sheath bunching up against her folds. She could feel the hips of her lover draw back, then rock right in again, that thick erection spearing deeper still into her moist confines. This was exactly what she needed, that member tenderizing the swollen inner flesh of hers, tantalizing her needy sex with it's firm contours and those feline barbs.
She blinked her eyes open a few times: no TV around, they weren't on a couch... She shifted a bit and felt the sleeping bag tight around her, realizing what was happening. "HENRY!" She meant to screech out, but it came out as a whispered whine.
The young lion drew back and thrust in again, burying that lioncock right back into her warm flesh, feeling the pleasure of her tight inner walls pursing around his shaft. "Ohh Ms. Cheetah...it feels so good..." he moaned out, his own eyes closed now, his hips drawing back and shoving in again, this time with a force enough to feel his heavy young balls slap in against her mons.
Tayla felt that thrust, that sac bouncing in against her mound, her body being rocked by that motion and all those millions of neurons in her inner silk registering the pleasure of that barbed erection slipping back into her flesh. "Henry...what are you d..." she began to gasp again, feeling his shaft draw slowly out, those lion barbs rubbing, massaging, raking along her tender flesh before he stuffed that whole cock right back in. He repeated the motion much faster this time, then again, stuffing that fat cock right back into her tightness. It felt so...amazing? She couldn't help it, the grinding rub of that young leonine shaft sending pleasure surging through her body. She squeezed her claws into his side, although even she, herself, wasn't sure if she did it in protest or otherwise, but it didn't stop him regardless, his hips moving on instinct already: rocking, thrusting, humping...
...Rutting his teacher.
"Ms. Cheetah...I'm gonna cum..." he moaned out, his hips mashing into her pelvis again and again, his balls drawing up and that building sensation of his impending orgasm.
"No don't cum...in me! I'm in heat..." she whined out, wriggling to draw herself away from his motions, but the sleeping bag was pulled tight around them, and the clip of the zipper at the tip was not giving at her shifts. She began to frantically draw her paw out of the bag, fishing around for zipper.
The adolescent lion couldn't help it, he was well pent-up from a lifetime lack of sex, spurred on by the inviting scent of this feline in heat pressed against him, wrapped around him. His hormones took over his mind, his body rocking, his hips thrusting. He begain to feel that sensation in his loins, the claws of his big young lionpaw clenching around her hip as he mashed his own hips in, shoving that girth of lioncock into her supple flesh again and again. Suddenly, his feline barbs began flaring out as his cock throbbed, that pulsing, climactic sensation riveting down his whole length of lionmeat and over his balls as well...
Tayla could feel the throbbing flare of those spines on his shaft, scraping in so very pleasurably along her inner silk as her paw found the zipper to the sleeping bag. She knew that if he wasn't already cumming, it was only a matter of moments...her paw quickly flicked the zipper lock and drew it down enough that she could push down on his shoulders, working herself up from the sleeping bag. She felt that adolescent shaft slip out of her abused crevasse, then felt a spurt of hot leonine cum coat her inner thigh. "Henry!" She called out again, trying to snap the youngster out of his hormonal trance.
It worked, his eyes drew open and his ears splayed back, his paw helping to push her out of the sleeping bag with what little strength he could muster, his lioncock continuing to throb and squirt out that adolescent seed into the sleeping bag. He bit his lip and whined out, feeling such a void around his shaft after her tender flesh slipped free, his hips still instinctively grinding forward with every throb of pleasure.
As Tayla finally slipped out of the sleeping bag, she crawled to the side and put her paw down to her inner thigh, feeling the wetness of her student's cum against it. "Did you cum in me?" She asked, her own eyes drawn big with worry. What would she do if he did? They were miles from any drug store, and they were already two full days into a week long hike. She'd never get back in time to take anything for it.
The boy shook his head, "I don't think so...I don't know..." he whimpered out, slumping his head into the sleeping bag in shame as his orgasm tapered off. He wanted to stroke himself, but he didn't, he didn't want to embarass himself any more than he already was. He drew his paw down, feeling the sticky wetness he'd already caused in the sleeping bag with his paw.
Tayla swallowed hard, her other paw pressing in against her mound, feeling a dribble of something wet coating her pawfinger. What would she tell the other teachers, the parents, the principal if a student got her pregnant? She pressed her digits into her flesh, swirling them around a bit before pulling them back out.
They were wet.
A dab of her pawthumb gave her cause to worry - it was the consistency of male cum. She sniffed her paw, confirming what she already suspected...
The young student had cum in her.