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Quinn had quite the streak with girls in his school, whether it be due to his sleek athletic body, all round good looks, or the third leg that gave him the affectionate name "Tripod" with his track team. Being 5 inches soft made his group showers all the more awkward during his early years of highschool yet he grew to embrace it as more people found out about his nickname. His ability to swoon multiple girls lent him to plenty of rumors, even some that began to trickle into teacher lounges. Plenty of stories from the time he was able to scramble a cheerleader's brains into submission to getting a handy during an exam. Being sexually active was second nature for Quinn, however the few times that did test his usually stoic nature was during his girlfriend's many insatiable nights and his current predicament; hooking up with a teacher at school.

Having been accosted by the teacher after school, something that their daughter said while passing by left them interested in Quinn. The proposition to put him in good faith with his chemistry teacher to pass a failing grade. Inviting him to sit in their car for a private 'discussion' on the matter, willingly accepting the opportunity; with his sweats bunched around his legs and an attentive goo hand gripping at his cock. Mrs. Olive, a large Goodra biology teacher, had been leaning next to him stroking at his half-awake cock for the past 10 minutes exploring in awe of the sheer size. Her naturally gooey hand would start to coat the surface of his soft furred foreskin with a thin veil of slime, using deep slow motions as her breathing would puff out in silent admiration. The slime was an odd sensation for Quinn with how it slid yet stuck around his shaft. Sitting there attempting to appear unbothered by the action, yet under the surface he'd try his hardest to calm his excited heart. In turn causing his natural Cinderace heat to crawl through his body and cock. Dissolving her goo into a thick lubricated liquid as her other hand joined and began to work at getting him fully erect by fondling his heated pouch and flame rod. His white foreskin camouflaged his veins well but made his dark rosy tip all the more noticeable as her hand worked at pumping the skin back and forth in deep swaths. Getting fully hard was always a slow struggle for him, yet Mrs. Olive had him filling out steadily in her skilled hands. With one holding his plump sack and thick base giving the occasional teasing squeeze and the other pumping across his pristine soft furskin. The veins that snaked across his whole cock became more prominent, plumping up across the top side and fattening up his cock to full size. All the thick inches now stood as her hands stroked nonstop from tip to base, her natural goo would glisten under the car's single headlamp while it thickened with each minute that passed. Her hands were relentless from sliding a thumb right under his sensitive tip, to quick pumps causing his glans to be exposed rapidly. Quinn's own excitement could only keep up with her onslaught for so long until his breathing grew deeper. Causing the windows to fog up in the cramped car, and it certainly didn't help that his natural heat was increasing the humidity in the car. To the point that his sweatshirt started to cling to his lean chest, how she was still in a full sweater was a mystery to him. The way her sweater sucked in around her chest only made him grow hotter, he start to see her natural goo seep through the strands of fabric. His eyes glued to her jiggling sweater puppies, they were bigger than any girl had been with and the way they quaked in effort made him feel anxious around a girl for the first time.

Mrs. Olive had noticed that Quinn had been staring longingly at her chest, as her hands stopped and pulled away from his shaft and sack with connected strings of slime that webbed onto his bare legs. With little hesitation and some deep huffing, her hands slid under the hem of her coated sweater and rose up past her pudgy belly and navel. Using both hands to wiggle both her sweater and bra off in one go, her sizable chest plopped and wobbled free from their stuffy prison. Sticking firmly to her traditionally gooey body like a weighted jello treat. She began struggling to pop the damned sweater off around her long neck as it blocked her view temporarily, meanwhile Quinn had more time to ogle her head sized melons. He'd heard rumors from friends that she was hiding something from constantly wearing sweaters even in the peak of summer, yet seeing it first hand left him absolutely stunned and his shaft pulsing. His girlfriend's ones were nice handfuls, but these were massive naturals, one's that could easily engulf most of his dick. Each dinner plate was capped with a thick purple nip that added onto her natural gooey flesh. Unfortunately Quinn's infatuation on her breasts had him paralyzed, as she plopped the sweater and bra off with a grunt; tossing them unceremoniously towards the backseat. Letting a light sigh of relief at the newfound freedom, and quickly going back to worshiping the hung Cinderace. Now changing tempos as a hand wrapped around his tip, while the other would long stroke the bottom half of his white dick; double pumping his entire shaft in a rapid rhythm.

The sensation immediately snapping him back into his place with an embarrassing groan, the pleasure grew and grew until he felt a deep throb rock through his sack; she had been itching him deeper than any other school girl could. And it certainly didn't help that her goo coating his whole dick felt more and more like sludge with how it pooled around his base, even changing the tint of his white foreskin and nuts. His hands were rocked by the sudden change of pace, only clinging for dear life to her pumping arm and the side door panel. Her body joined in as those bare ripe breasts would quake and shake with her efforts, both her hands meeting with a wet slap as they grew in intensity. His pre would immediately mix with her gooey sludge to create this oddly sweet Lum berry scent that began to spread throughout the car adding only to their musk. Quinn's facade quickly broke under her hands, his pants growing intensely with his hips shifting in her seat while she effectively milked him with both slimy hands. Pumping and rotating in circular motions through that thick bunny dick, her face being pure determination as she stared through the young Cinderace's crumbling face. Dominating her presence over him; as both a one-time partner and teacher, those razor thin eyes would only stare with determination at the trembling track star; smiling all through her motions. Compared to Quinn's melting desperation of coming close to his end, everything from her hefty breasts offering plenty of eye candy for him to those neverending hands left him struggling to manage even in his position. His guts twisting at the thought of even cumming quick, but her hands were driving him wild. His deep urge to breed would rarely come out with his own girlfriend, yet it only amplified with Mrs. Olive's gooey hands as his sack would tense and relax in a rhythmic way only fueling his growing climax. Her goo now dripping down the insides of his thighs and ruining part of the car's leather seat, he didn't care at this point with how thick it clung to his fur and foreskin. The sounds of squelching and ample plapping echoed inside of the car while she worked on the track star's "tripod" until in one smooth motion the hand firmly around his base pulled down to expose his sensitive tip. With her other hand forming a tight ring around the tip using her middle finger and thumb to rapidly stroke Quinn's exposed head; causing the frothy mix to thicken and stick to his tip. The sensitive strokes only left Quinn squirming in the car, having never been used in this manner left him yearning for more as his shaft agreed with heavy pulses. He could only beg as his guts tighten exponentially with each calculated stroke along his tip, even his heated feet and toes twitched and clenched as he was fit to burst like a pipe. Her idle hand that helped expose his tip wanted to push him further by pumping at his thick base with a thumb tenderly rubbing his extended cum vein.

Finally Quinn's orgasm snapped and physically hit. Messy and embarrassing was the perfect description as he let out shameful groans and curses with something along the lines, "Oh fucking guhh-" Having been stroked so thoroughly left him panting during each gut wrenching rope pumped through his massive dick. His edged nuts would tense and wrinkle tightly throughout the whole ordeal, showing off his virile rabbit genes. Mrs. Olive would only attempt to hold him still throughout his orgasm, while her ringed technique only continued to milk him thoroughly, only thickening up the slurry on his tip. His orgasm far exceeded even his usual ones, surprising even him as he gasped and clenched his eyes, begging for it to end as his thighs started trembling and his nuts grew numb and sore. The only sensation he felt were the gooey hands that clung to his crotch, preventing his own soul from flying out from his tip.

Having been wrecked by one of his more intense orgasms left him with quaking gouts of breaths, as if it were his last ones. After recovering some with albeit uncharacteristic grogginess, he finally had a chance to peek at the mess that he made in her car's interior. Only to see that there was a massive milky purple bubble attached to the tip of his shaft, his cum sloshing in Mrs. Oliver's custom reservoir. The large bubble would sag heavily as her ringed fingers kept it tight against his tip preventing a single drop from spilling. The thought of putting the same amount in anyone only left Quinn all the more shocked, it was easily a softball size. With a lurrid plop, her fingers neatly detached the heavy load and quickly held the bottom with her other hand to balance her treasure; her eyes glowed with enamour and shock from how much fresh cum she held of the track star. The pure unadulterated fascination never left her face even as the rabbit sat there sagging from being physically drained in her car, however what she did left even him shocked. Mrs. Oliver's eyes shifted from genuine curiosity to deep arousal as she took the heavy bubble and pressed her lips against it; passionately making out with the bubble and enjoying its warmth. Suddenly, both hands raised the bubble and began to intensely drink down his essence from her own makeshift condom, each aggressive gulp escaping with a lurid moan from her throat. The last bits of her gooey bubble entered her lips with a cascade of slurping and a lick of her lips; her face practically glowing and buzzing from her 'meal' so much as to have both of her hands wander off to her exposed chest and fondle her breasts in an expression of pure blissful content. What felt like 20 seconds, seemed like minutes for Quinn having been shook raw to his core that left even his spent rod throbbing for more. His body freezing when her eyes made contact with his own, the sheer hunger in her eyes was plastered all over. He was in for a long night.