Her Teacher
#1 of Shyra
The third-period warning bell went off, signalling another hour and a half of lessons. Fresh from lunch break, the students of Anthro High trampled into room 242, chatting animatedly amongst themselves. The classroom was fairly simple: four rows of desks and chairs with an aisle in the middle. At the front of the classroom was the teacher's desk and on the wall behind the desk, a blackboard, complete with chalk and chalkboard erasers.
"Dude, you totally nailed that jump!" a raccoon wearing a baseball cap told his friend, a golden retriever.
"I can't believe Mr. Morlock wants us to read all of chapter 10 by tomorrow," a rabbit complained to her gaggle of friends.
"Man, I'm telling you," said a brown, fox, turning to face his rear neighbour, a black wolf "That skunkette was checking me out in the caf!"
"You wish," laughed his friend "She was checking me out."
"All right, settle down," said Flint Quinn, entering the classroom with an armful of books. He was a black rat in his mid 20's, dressed in a pair of beige pants and a white shirt with a red tie. Still chatting, the students took their seats, pulling out notebooks, pencils and a variety of school supplies.
Going to the blackboard, Mr. Quinn grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote down the lesson's topic for the day. The entire class let out a collective groan when they saw what awaited them for the next hour and a half.
"Now, I know the prospect of studying Shakespeare is music to your ears, but try to curb your enthusiasm" said Mr. Quinn, turning back to face his class. "I'll be passing out copies of King Lear and I ask that you please write down your name in your copy as soon as you received it."
As the bell rang, Mr. Quinn began handing out the plays. Suddenly, the door to the classroom burst open and a fox girl rushed in. Unfortunately, in her haste, she lost her footing and fell sprawling to the ground amidst the laughter of the students. Blushing, she picked herself up, gathered her books and silently took her seat.
"Late again, Miss Shyra?" sighed Mr. Quinn.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Quinn," said the vixen, nervously playing with the hem of her uniform skirt.
"This is the third time this week," said Mr. Quinn "Please see me after school."
The girl blushed even more deeply as the class laughed at her misfortune. She buried her face behind her notebook and accepted a copy of the play from her neighbour.
Flint sighed. That girl had bee trouble from the minute she'd stepped into his class. You'd think a senior would take her studies a bit more seriously. Still, he couldn't deny that she was very attractive.
The girls' uniform at Anthro High consisted of a pleated green tartan skirt and a white, collared shirt. The girl's uniform was a definite perk to working at Anthro High. Flint knew the rest of the faculty would think of him as a pervert if they ever found out how much time he spent checking out the female students' bodies, but he just couldn't help himself. His schoolgirl uniform fetish was just too strong.
Shyra's uniform hugged her body in just the right paces, accentuating her curves. Every time he saw her, Flint became lost in his fantasies. How he longed to throw her over his desk, lift her skirt and inhale her scent. Oh, he'd be gentle, of course. He would push aside the thin fabric of her panties, revealing her pink folds. He would gently caress her, listening to her moans of pleasure and feel her getting wetter from his touch. Guiding his erect manhood to her opening, he would claim her, rutting her until he felt her walls clench around him and heard her cry out in bliss as she reached her climax. He would bury himself deeply in her, spilling his seed into her willing womb.
Of course, he knew this could never happen. Teacher-student relationships were forbidden, but Shyra somehow kept finding ways to entice him without knowing she was doing so. For example, when she'd fallen, her skirt had hiked up a bit, giving Flint a perfect view of her butt, clad in light blue panties. He had caught a brief glimpse of the contour of her labia and the view of that perfect oval bump against the tight fabric was going to remain etched in his mind for the rest of the day.
Shaking his head to clear his mind somewhat, Flint opened his book and began the lesson.
When the final bell rang that day, the students literally sprung from their seats and rushed out the door, desperate for freedom. As the last stragglers left his classroom, Flint sat at his desk with a sigh and pulled out a pile of papers from his bag. Taking his red pen, he began marking the papers, which were the previous week's tests. A he sat there, going through the pile, a timid knock came at the door.
"Come in," he said. The door opened and she walked in. "Ah, Miss Shyra," said Mr. Quinn. The kitsune schoolgirl nervously stood in the doorway, hesitant to enter. "Come here," said Flint. She complied, standing anxiously in front of his desk.
"I hope you realize the gravity of the situation," said Mr. Quinn, pulling out his mark book and flipping to Shyra's page. "I've had a chance to review your grades and you're off to a bad start. Unless you get an A in my course, you won't graduate this year."
"Oh no!" she exclaimed, her eyes going wide. "There must be something I can do," she added, leaning over to look at the page and giving Flint a perfect view of her cleavage. He felt his shaft give a jerk as he saw she was wearing a bra matching her panties.
"W-Well," he stammered, blushing slightly. "You'd have to study hard and, ah, do better on your tests. You'll also have to pass the final with a high grade. It is still early in the year, so you have time to catch up, if you work hard."
"I'm not very good at studying," said Shyra, her ears flopping sadly sideways. She was still bent over his desk and Flint swore he could see her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. He couldn't take it anymore. Professional ethics be damned, he had to have her. He leaned forward and, placing a paw behind her head, kiss the girl firmly on the lips. She was shocked for a second, but didn't pull away.
"I suppose we could make...'alternate' arrangements," he said, breaking the kiss.
The girl merely stared at Flint with a confused expression on her face. Flint decided she needed a bit more of an explanation.
"You're so beautiful," he said, standing and walking to the front of the desk. He stood behind her and placed his paws on her shoulders. She shuddered slightly from his touch, but did not resist. "Any man would be lucky to have you," he added, lifting pawful of her hair to his nose, inhaling her scent. She smelled of shampoo and conditioner, but also of youth and innocence. His other paw ran down her body, caressing her curves and stopped at her hips. He toyed with the waistband of her skirt, lovingly stroking one of her furry ears. She let out a small moan and instinctively drew closer to him, craving his touch.
As she turned her blushing face to him, he captured her lips, smothering any protests she might have been formulating. She moaned again and closed her eyes, timidly kissing him back. Enthralled by his success, he allowed his paw to venture further down, slipping under her skirt and caressing her smooth thigh. His fingers brushed against the fabric of her panties and she shuddered slightly, but continued kissing him, her paws slowly finding his desk and placing themselves upon it to steady herself.
By now, Flint was extremely aroused. He took care not to poke her with the large bulge in his pants so as not to scare her away. She would feel it when she was ready. His paws continued their gentle caresses, the paw under her skirt finding her mound. He ran two fingers across the tight fabric that covered her womanhood. He was slightly surprised; by the way she was reacting to his ministrations, she seemed to have little experience with sex. A girl her age and with her looks he would have expected to have experimented more.
"Mr. Quinn," she said, breaking the kiss and looking up at him with wide eyes. "Is this right?"
"Does it feel right?" he murred, nibbling her neck as his fingers continued massaging her through her underwear.
"Ahhhh," she moaned "Yes, It does, but..."
"No buts," he cut her off, kissing her against while probing her mound with his fingers. She moaned and pushed back against him a bit, trying to get away, but soon gave up under his loving touch and submitted to his attention.
The fabric under his fingers was growing damp and he could smell her arousal growing. He decided it was time to increase her pleasure. Slipping his fingers under the elastic of her panties, he made her gasp loudly as his fingers met her clit. He smiled, breaking the kiss and allowing her to catch her breath. Her eyes were partially closed and she was panting heavily, her face glowing with pleasure. He rolled the fleshy nub between his fingers, causing her to moan and buck her hips a little. His other paw cupped one of her breasts and gently fondled it, his thumb tracing small circles that send a shiver through her spine.
"Ohh, Mr. Quinn," she gasped, her mind reeling with emotions. She nuzzled his neck, murring as he continued.
Abandoning her clit, he gently rubbed her labia with two fingers, allowing a third finger to slide inside her velvety folds. He marveled at how wet she was. At least lubrification wouldn't be a problem. She moaned loudly as his finger penetrated her, affectionately nibbling on his neck. Her entire body was shaking with pleasure as new sensation assaulted her. She had touched herself down there before, but to have someone else doing it to her felt so different. She wanted more.
As Flint continued rubbing her slit with fondling her breast, she felt an intense heat building in her loins. The feeling grew stronger and stronger as the pleasure she was experiencing grew as well. She felt that if she didn't get release soon, she would pass out from the pleasure.
"Ah, Mr. Quinn!" she moaned as a great rush of pleasure coursed through her body. Flint felt her muscles clenching around his fingers as she climaxed, arching her back with a loud moan. Her legs buckled under her and she fell, but he was able to grab her before she hit the ground.
"Are you OK?" he asked, helping her up.
"Y-Yes," she moaned, still trembling from her climax. "That...that was wonderful."
"I'm glad you liked it," said Flint, kissing her cheek.
They stood there for a while as Shyra recovered from her climax. Flint gently stroked her ears as her breathing returned to normal and she was able to stand on her own once again.
"Mr. Quinn?" she said.
"Yes?"
"I-I want..."
"What is it you desire?" he asked.
"I-I want to suck you," she blurted out, blushing madly and not daring to look at him.
"Are you sure? You don't have to."
"No, I want to," she said firmly, turning to face him and kissing him deeply.
"All right," he said as she broke the kiss, her cheeks still scarlet. He led her to the back of his desk and sat in his chair. She kneeled nervously in front of his and undid his belt, pulling down his pants and revealing the large bulge in his boxers. She pulled them down as well and gasped as his erect shaft came into view. She reached out and grabbed it with one paw. She began gently stroking it up and down. Flint moaned as she ran her fingers over the sensitive tip. Smiling, she continued rubbing the tip, focusing on the spot that seemed to affect him the most.
"Ohh, that's good," moaned Flint as she continued stroking him.
Timidly poking out her tongue, she gave the tip a tentative lick. She must have enjoyed the taste, seeing as she gave it another, longer lick, from the base straight to the tip. Flint moaned as a bit of pre oozed from the tip. She stared curiously at it before lapping it up. Her eyes went wide and she engulfed his meat in her mouth, sucking hard to get more of the tasty substance. She swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing it before licking the underside with her tongue and taking more of him into her mouth. She wrapped her paw snugly around the base of his shaft and bobbed her head up and down, feeling the heat returning to her loins. Reaching down with her other paw, she began fingering her soaked pussy while sucking her teacher's shaft.
As she continued, she could taste more pre coming from Flint's shaft. His moans increased as she picked up speed, her paw fondling his balls while her tongue worked his manhood. Flint held on to her ears and bucked his hips, thrusting into her mouth.
"Shyra, I-I'm going to cum!" warned Flint. Shyra paid no heed to his warning and continued her assault on his shaft, the hand under her skirt moving faster. With a roar, Flint came, shooting his load into the fox-girl's mouth. She was caught aback and choked a bit, trying to swallow his creamy load. As she pulled off him for a breath, his manhood gave a final jerk, splattering the rest of his seed on her collar where it ran down the valley between her breasts.
The kitsune licked up the stray trickles of cum that had escaped her mouth as Flint basked in the afterglow of his climax. However, Shyra was now feeling very aroused from her fingering and longed for something more. Her fingers felt good in her cunny, but she needed something bigger.
Flint's head lolled back, staring at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. "Mr. Quinn..." he heard Shyra moan. Letting his gaze wander down, Flint gulped at what he saw.
Shyra was bent over his desk, her tail raised high and her ass in the air. She was stroking her soaked panties with one hand while the other groped her breast. She looked back at him longingly, cutely shaking her rear.
"Please, Mr. Quinn," she sultrily moaned "Please fuck me." She pulled her panties down, giving Flint a breathtaking view of her tight pucker and her wet, dripping folds. "I need it so bad," moaned the kitsune schoolgirl, rubbing her labia with two fingers. "Please take me."
Flint's flaccid shaft immediately jerked back to attention at this sight and upon hearing the kitsune's pleas. Standing, he rubbed the tip of his shaft along her swollen lips, earning a lustful moan from the kitsune. That was all Flint needed. He gently pressed his length into her tight slit, the kitsune letting out a long moan of pleasure as he did. She was unbelievably tight. Her walls clenched at his length, pulling him deeper inside her. He began rocking his hips back and forth, feeling his shaft sliding in and out of her.
Shyra moaned loudly and the hand working her breast moved faster, the kitsune opening her blouse and groping her breast through her bra. She began thrusting back against Flint, their hips meeting with a lewd smack at every stroke.
The sight of her luscious breasts was too much for Flint, who grabbed her tail base and began mating her with quick, eager strokes, the kitsune girl under him squealing with pleasure every time he buried himself into her. She squeezed him with her pussy, tightening her walls as he eagerly took her from behind. She closed her eyes, smiling and panting, crying out in pleasure and licking her lips. Flint's energetic thrusts made his desk shake, sending small items crashing to the floor.
Flint groaned deeply, feeling his sack drawing up close to his body as he buried his manhood inside her. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts in his hands and began massaging them, the kitsune girl screaming in bliss.
Suddenly, he felt her walls clench tightly around him as she wailed loudly, her body shaking. He gritted his teeth as he felt her juices running down his shaft and dripping onto the floor. Again, she cried out, tossing her head back in rapture as she climaxed hard around his throbbing manhood.
"Shyra! I'm cumming!" he yelled, his legs going numb as he buried himself deeply in her, coating her inner walls with hot jets of hit seed. His shaft jerked violently inside her still spasming tunnel, drawing his seed into her as she ground against him, her tail twitching violently. Flint groaned and stayed in her a little longer as their climaxes subsided. He pulled out, earning another whimper from the fox-girl. Panting, he collapsed in his chair, Shyra still collapsed over his desk. Moaning, she managed to stand and fell into his lap. Pulling her closer to him, Flint cuddled up to the kitsune, petting her ears as she murred into his chest.
"Well," he gasped "I'd say you've certainly earned a passing grade in this class."
Fin.