Bridget's First Lunch
Bridget Hassenpfeffer had always been embarassed changing around all the other girls, and they always told he she had nothing to be embarassed about... in fact many of them were a tad jelous of her exotic fur color and mixed parentage. That, and they didn't know she was hiding such a big secret.
Her pink fur and white belly alone were enough to always make her stick out in a crowd, but it really only served to draw attention to her other more unique features. She had long ears hanging down over her full bodied blonde hair, and long toned legs that started with rabbit feet and worked thier way up to a tight little rump.
But those are only her lapine features, and she was of mixed parentage. Her mothers side had granted her a sharp claws, a short snout, a sharp toothed maw, striking slitted violet eyes, and a suppisingly loud purr. One other feature reflected her mixed parentage, a big puff of cotton white fur at the end of a long slinky tail.
Her every other feature reflected her age, a scrawny body barely budding into adolescence, and she had a personality to match.
She fought hard to resist the urge to glance up at the half naked preteens and teenage girls that were clamoring about around her in the locker room, failing to wholely repress staring at the more fit or developed of those young girls that now circled about. She would sit with her blouse wrapped around her waist to conceal the unsightly bulge that encircled her gym shorts, waiting until she was completely alone before attmepting to change back into her cute pleated skirt and little cartoon branded shirt.
Working her Gym shorts down around the newly swolen organ caused her to hiss out loudly... it was a strangely pleasant sensation. What's worse was the intense warmpth and wetness she felt in her pulsing female sex. She shook off the thoughts of her demanding organs. She wrapped her skirt around her waist a little higher than normal, hoping the pleates would conceal the secret beneath.
She walked down the long hall ways to get to lunch before she was truely late, feeling pangs of pleasure with each step. Her mind was flooded with images of what she had seen in the locker room. She could feel he panties slowly growning soaking wet from the moisture building around her sex. It was suddenly all to distracting as she tried to walk down the hall... she darted off into the closest bathroom, convinced there must be something she can do.
She locked herself into the last stall, and sat whimpering, her eyes fogged with tears of fustration. She undid her skirt, tossing it thoughtlessly to the side, and gazed down at the pulsing serpent hiding beneath her cotton white panties. She slowly began to work them down over the sensitive bulge, thin strands of her pussy's own wetness connecting from her panties to her to he large fur covered sack.
The moment it was nearly free her cock burst forth, unwrapping it's self from around her hips, springing forth to wag slightly back and forth. She stared down at it in awe of it's size, and it seemed to stare right back. Half it's length covered in a furry white sheath, and half of it shiney bright red skin.
It would be then that she looked down and saw the first few drops of pre on the tip of her aching cock, and felt a most embarassig urge. Her feline genes never did like her to be dirty, and her subconscious was eager to offer what she thought was a disgusting solution. She just couldn't get the idea out of he head. She leaned in slowly, holding her cock still with her finger tips, very gently touching it, and allowed her maw to fall open. Her long tongue rolled out of her mouth, her eyes slowly closing, and the rough wet feline tongue rand over the all too sensitive tip, sending shivers down her spine and forcing her to gasp out loudly.
When she recovered from the overwhelming electric sensation, she rolled her tongue around in her mouth a bit, observing the salty bitter taste of her own cum before swallowing it impulsively. She was overcome with a moment of shame before realizing... there was even more precum on her cock than before! She struggled to control her urge, grasping her cock more tightly in fustration, only to moan gently at the breif moment of relief the massaging provided. In a moment of weakness she gripped her cock tightly again and licked the droplets of cum from the tip of her cock once more, this time the moan not interupting her degrading sct of self love.
However once again her efforts were counter productive, as her hands and tongue had only suceeded in summoning forth more of her seed. She knew she was mastubating. She knew she should stop. She couldn't help but run her hands along her tense aching shaft. She whimpered to herself as she realized her fate, and following her impulse to have one of her hands slide down to cradle her aching balls, her other hand grasping her shaft, and he tongue to once again lick clean the tip of her cock.
She moaned and purred as her hands continued to milk more and more precum from her cock, and her tongue lapped more and more cum from the tip. Soon it was oozing out so freely that she had to wrap her lips around the tip of her cock to catch all of the flowing cum. Worse yet as she tighly sealed her lips to contain it and swallowed once more, it created an intense suction on her cock, causing her to moan and purr even more loudly. The vibration from her moaning and purring now channeled down the length of her cock, creating even more wonderful sensation!
Soon she was swallowing down over and over, drinking freely the gradual flow of cum from her own cock as she licked, sucked, squeezed, and vibrated her own cock intensely. Seeking more pleasure, the hand cradling her balls now slid further between her legs, her fingertips caressing her lips and clit for even more stimulation. She was lost now in a humiliating scene of semi-public self pleasure, more and moe cum flowing into her mouth as her soaking wet pussy drooled down into the toilet below.
Suddenly she felt every part of each of her sexes tense up tightly, encouraging her to double all her efforts of self pleasure to an exausting pace. She chocked on the first burst of cum that erupted into her throat, her cheeks swelling out and doplets of cum falling from the corners of her mouth. At the same time her pussy erupted, coating the back of her large hanging sack and loudly splashing down into the toilet below. The next burst into her mouth would come and instant later, before she could have possibly recovered from the first, causing cum to erupt out around her cock and shoot in two short streams from her nostrils.
Her cock and pussy continued gushing, as she struggled to choke down as much cum as she could and failed misserably at that. When it was finally over she looked down at the thick white mess in her lap that was ozzing it's way into the open bowl and began to help it along. She would whimper pathetically, feeling utter shame and self loathing as she cleaned herself up. It took a whole roll of paper and alot of licking her paws and cock before she felt even close to clean, and it would be just as she was done that the bell would ring.
Lunch was over.