A French Education
Wow, it's been a while since I put something up, life is just too busy sometimes. As always, sorry for any spelling errors, I did some of the typing on my phone which doesn't have spell check, (and the "c" key doesn't always work) however I digress. Enjoy ^^
A chorus of laughter erupted from the group of students as they sat around the table in the small European café. The group of 12 where on their class trip to France, to see the art they learned about in class. There was so much to see, but for Carol, there was one piece of work that she couldn't keep her eyes off of, a boy named Lawrence. He was tall, broad shouldered, and chiseled. Even now she ran her eyes over what she could see of his body through his tight shirt; his muscular chest, his strong neck and jaw. As any wolf, he looked mean at first glance. However he had a warm nature about him. He was funny, easy going, lovable, and a smooth talker. She felt a shiver run down her spine as thought about what was under that shirt, running her hands over his chest and abs, down to his belt feeling-
Carol snapped back to reality and quickly removed her hand from between her legs. "What the hell!?" She scolded herself. She looked around the room to ensure that no one had seen her rubbing the crotch of her jeans. She crossed her legs, as the fur on the back of her neck bristled in frustration. She down looked at the plate of food in front of her rather dumbly. To be honest, she wasn't really that hungry. Carol lazily glanced from person to person with her brown Husky eyes. No one really talked to her. Not to say she didn't have any friends, in fact her two closest friends were on the trip, but right now, blending into the crowd sounded like the best course of action. Particularly since all she could think about was she would do to Lawrence if she got him alone. That was enough to send her down the road of arousal once again. She quietly whined as she grew warmer and more uncomfortable. Alice, Carol's best friend, who was sitting to her left, looked at Carol with concern. "You ok?" Alice asked. Carol blushed, her ears turing bright red, "Yeah, I'm fine." Alice shrugged and returned her attention back to the group.
As the night drew on, Carol began to shift uneasily in her chair. Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, their teacher stood from the end of the row of tables pushed together into one and announced that they were returning to the hotel. "Thank GOD!" Carol thought to herself. Being that the hotel was only a block away from the café, the group walked back to the hotel together. Carol walked at the back. The extended stay at the café in the mood she was in, left the crotch of her pants soaked. Although the sweater she was wearing was long, it ended just short of being able to cover the wet spot that had soaked through her jeans. She awkwardly tried to hide it without being obvious, but in the end no one even bothered to look her way. When they got to the hotel, Carol made a mad dash for the room where she and two other girls where staying. "What's the matter with you?!" one of the girls, a feline, exclaimed as she watched Carol trot down the hall. Alice walked over to the cat and said in a low voice, "I think she's sick, she didn't look too good in the restaurant." The feline nodded.
Carol fumbled with the key card and finally stuck it in the slot. Quickly removing it she entered the room, closed the door and then went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She sighed and turned on the faucet, running it ice cold. She splashed the chilly water on her face, trying to calm her greedy body down, bring herself to a more normal state. However after fifteen minutes and a cold shower, she had gotten nowhere. She toweled her wet fur dry, however her aching sex had lost none of its desire. So giving into her lust, she propped herself on the side of the tub and spread her legs; one of them on the tub ledge, the other on the floor. She slid her slender fingers down her stomach and gently over slippery flesh. She hissed as her hands where still cold from the shower. She began to run her fingers up and down the length of her warm vulva, slowing as her fingers ran over her swollen clit. Carol closed her chocolate eyes and let them roll into the back of her head.
She began to gently massage her clit, coaxing a generous flow of juices from her pussy. Her breathing became heavy, her chest and upper body rising and falling with ever increasing speed. Carol jerked and exhaled sharply as she focused more intensely on her most sensitive areas. She grit her teeth together and had to focus to keep from moaning out loud. However, despite her best efforts little moans and squeaks escaped her. After only five minutes she felt herself approaching an orgasm. Her back arched as her hands worked faster, faster, faster. Her mouth dropped open, she was almost- SLAM! Someone pounded on the door with extreme force. "What the fuck Carol!? You've been in there ever since we got back! What the hell are you doing?" Carol bolted up right from the side of the tub. "Nothing, be out in a sec."
Her face was boiling with embarrassment. She quickly rinsed the fluids from her hand and cleaned up the small puddle on the ledge of the tub along with what had run off both sides. She was about to leave when she stopped and sprayed a strong smelling perfume on herself, then into the air, to mask her scent. Carol opened the door to a very angry panther. "About time!" Shauna said pushing past Carol into the bathroom, she slammed the door and left Carol standing outside the bathroom in only her towel. She awkwardly waked into the room where Alice and another feline where playing a game of five card draw. Carol quickly slipped on a pair of pajamas and joined the game.
Carol was no good at poker, but she needed a distraction as her body went from being needy to annoyed. Even though she had stopped mastrubating over thirty minutes ago, her desire still raged and her sex never stoped soaking her panties. As the night wore on, the girls quickly grew bored of the game and directed their attention to the group of boys in the swimming pool outside thier ground level room. Like a group of youngsters they giggled as they watched the young men, who were throughly aware of their audience. Carol had to admit they where good looking but she had other things on her mind, or one thing to be exact.
After a while Shauna leapt up from the floor and promptly stripped down to her underwear and bra. "What are you doing?!" Alie asked in shock. Shawna opened the sliding lass door the turned, a wild look in her eye and said coyly, "You're only young once". She proceeded to step outside and jump into the pool, much to the delight of the three young men. After trading a few questioning glances the other two girls broke into grins and followed Shauna's lead. However Carol stayed behind. Alice waved Carol over but Carol just shook her head without making eye contact and slid the door closed then drew the curtians. Carol groaned and threw herself onto one of the two full sized beds in the room. She starred at the ceiling, her mind was fogged and her sexual tension was still unbroken. She reached over and grabbed a pillow, then covered her face with it. She growled louder and longer this time, the sound muffled by the pillow. There in the black void the pillow created, her mind went to work. Her body fueled by the desire, had her mind moving in only one direction. She thought about Lawrence again. She imagined herself with him, alone. She thought about lying on her back, Lawrence above her, straddling her body. She could almost smell him. She thought about him inside her, filling her, fulfilling her desires, pleasuring her. She moaned uncontrollably, then caught onto the fact that she was masturbating again. She paused for a moment and decided to give in, the other girls would be busy for a while and she needed to finish what she had started earlier.
Carol propped herself up against the head of the bed and pulled her pj pants down her legs slipping them off. She decided to leave her panties on, just incase on of the girls came back in. She got comfortable and then slid her hand into her underwear, over her still moist clit. She began to think about Lawrence again and after a bit of rubbing she plunged two of her fingers into her greedy sex. She began to move the deeper and deeper, and then she slowly pulled them out. She repeated this motion again, and again, and again. She imagined that it was Lawrence, not her fingers that where inside her. Her body responded with even more sensations of ecstasy. Her fingers were liberally coated with her own juices, so she decided to introduce a third finger into the fun. She felt herself stretch to accommodate, and the pleasure was now doubled. Her mouth dropped open and she breathed loudly, gasping, and exhaling sharply. Her hips began to grind against her hand reflexively. Her mind was racing, forming images of love and intimacy. She was lost in a sea of pleasure when someone knocked at the hotel room door. At first Carol didn't notice. She continued to work until the knock came again. She opened her eyes and it took her a moment to come back to reality when the knock came a third time. Carol groaned, this time annoyed, "Un-fucking-believable!" the growled through her teeth. Carol put her Pj pants back on and stomped to the door. She looked through the peep hole to see who it was. Carol's eyes widened, it was Lawrence.
"Just a sec!" she shouted. She scrambled to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, she was a royal mess, her hair was trashed from lying on the bed and she smelled like sweat and sex. She went to fix her hair only to be met with sticky fingers. "Shit!" she complained and washed the lube from her fingers and hair, she quickly grabbed a brush and did what she could to fix the tangle mess on her head before going to the door. She unlatched the chain and opened it wide to reveal a very impatient, but happy Lawrence, "You okay?" he said smiling with a raised eyebrow. "Fi-"she cleared her throat, "Fine. Why do you ask?" Lawrence shrugged, "One of the other guys saw you run off as soon as we got back. I asked around and someone said you looked sick in the restaurant, so I came to check on you." Carol blushed, "Well, I'm fine," she looked back into the room. It was still empty. "Wanna come in?" Lawrence looked past Carol into the room, "Where's everyone else?" "Oh probably skinny dipping by now," Carol said rolling her eyes. Lawrence looked down the hall, and after he made sure that no one saw him, he came inside. Carol closed the door and went into the room with him. The room was a mess, which thoroughly embarrassed Carol but Lawrence didn't seem to mind. He simply cleared a spot on the floor and sat down. Carol sat on the end of the bed across from him. "So," he said trying to break the ice, "I kinda feel bad, you are in, like, three of my classes and besides your name, I don't really know anything about you." Carol giggled, "It's okay, I kinda like to keep to myself." The two talked for a while and found that they had more in common than either had thought before. Both of them liked to be outdoors, but neither really liked sports. They both loved art, music, and obviously traveling, although Lawrence had been to a lot more far away places than Carol had.
Carol laughed as Lawrence finished the punch line of a joke. He chuckled as he still thought the joke was funny. He looked down at the watch on his wrist, "Well, I should probably go." Carol's heart sank, and the disappointment obviously showed on her face because Lawrence stopped and looked at Carol with concern. "What?" he said, Carol leapt from the bed and regained her composure, "It's nothing." "You sure?" he asked. Carol nodded vigorously. Lawrence smiled kindly, he didn't believe her, but he wasn't going to push the matter. He walked her to the door and Carol twisted the knob and began to pull it open when Lawrence slammed it shut. Carol turned around in surprise to be stopped with a kiss. Carol's eyes snapped open wide and she squeaked in shock, but after a moment, her eyes slowly closed and her noises changed to soft moans.
Carol became lost in the kiss, swept up in the passion of the moment. Warmth spread over her body like a fire, sweeping from her lips, over her face, then her shoulder, down her spine, to only reach as tingle in her toes. She reached her arms up and placed her hands on Lawrence's head, running her fingers into his hair. The two only broke away for fractions of a second to catch a breath of air, and then locked lips again. Carol felt Lawrence run his hands down her back and gently over her butt. He then moved them down to her thighs and began to lift her up. Carol instinctively jumped up and locked his waist against her crotch by wrapping her legs around him. They continued to kiss, until Lawrence broke of. He kissed the side of her face and as he walked over to the bed; Carol in his arms. He slowly moved inch by inch down her face, to her neck. Just as he reached the top of her neck, Lawrence gently laid Carol down on the bed and he laid down on top of her. Lawrence kissed her neck, slowly, gently, and expertly. He was methodic, letting his warm breath tease Carol, only to be met with his soft lips. Lawrence slid his hands under Carol's shirt, and ran his hands up the side of her soft stomach, sliding the shirt with it, until it reached her neck and then lifted it past her head and off. This was quickly followed by her bra. Lawrence thought of going for her pants but her legs were still locked around his hips. As he considered his options, he continued to kiss her neck and chest.
Carol was in heaven, electricity bolted down her spine with ever touch of the lips. Her muscles relaxed as Lawrence ran his large, strong hands over her body. The gentle skill of his work, the way he grabbed her, rubbed her, kissed her, teased her, everything he did took her deeper and deeper into this world of passion and lust. Carol however noticed a lapse in Lawrence's concentration after he had gotten her shirt off. She figured out what had his attention and unlatched herself from his abdomen so he could take her pants off, which he did. Now that she was almost naked, Lawrence lifted his upper body off of her and Carol slowly opened her eyes, which had a look of incoherence about them, having to work to focus on him. "You ok with this?" he asked. Carol stared at him a moment, with a dumb expression on her face, eyes still a little glazed over. Without saying a word she forcefully grabbed the neck of his shirt and yanked him back down on top of her.
Carol was a little less skilled when it came to removing Lawrence's clothes, and in the end, he had get up and do it himself. Carol would have been embarrassed but she was more concerned with getting him back on top her than she was about being sexy. Lawrence finished taking off his shirt and smiled as he saw Carol run her eyes over his body. She looked at his torso hungrily, toned, rough, and strong. She slowly made her way up to his chest, then his face, then his eyes which were looking right back into hers. She smiled and stretched out over the bed. It was Lawrence's turn to enjoy the view. His eyes locked on her chest. The fur just above her chest was ruffled, but the fur on the rest on her abdomen was a bit matted from a combination of sweat and the weight of Lawrence's body. Her chest rose and rose and fell as she breathed. He ran his eyes down her body, over her stomach, and down to her crotch. He chuckled to himself to see that her panties where soaked. Carol followed his gaze, and removed the distraction immediately. Lawrence stood in his boxers, member pushing hard against them. The moment that he took them off, Carol's eyes where on him, and then they grew huge. Lawrence had a huge cock, in fact, Carol started to worry. Lawrence frowned then smiled. He got on his hands and knees at the end of the bed and slowly crawled over to Carol, straddling her once again. He leaned down close till their noses where almost touching, and looked her directly in the eyes. "Carol," he said in a voice just above a whisper, "I know why you're worried, but I promise I'll be gentle." Carol smiled and nodded, calmed a little. She spread her legs and Lawrence positioned himself between them. He ran the tip of his cock up and down the length of her pussy, then, while looking her in the eyes, he pushed himself inside her.
Carol Gasped, and her back arched, it felt SO good! Lawrence pulled his hips back, and then thrust himself forward again, quickly, but gently. Carol's eyes rolled back and her mouth dropped open. She felt him stretching her out filling her completely. He moved in and out of her, her building lust finally boiling over. Carol's already soaked pussy now flooded, drenching the sheets, and the two lover's thighs. Caol began to moan with each thrust, making no attempts to keep quiet. Lawrence shifted positions; he lay down on Carol again and kissed her neck while gently thrusting with his hips. Carol breathed heavily still moaing in Lawrence's ear every so often. She ran her hands through the back of his head, through his hair, gripping him tightly. He continued his work till carol leaned up to his ear and whispered softly, "Harder".
Lawrence immediately began to thrust harder, slamming his hips against Carol's. Her whole body tremored as he pounded away. Carol was thrown into new demensions of ecstacy. She moaned louder now, loud enough for those in ajacent rooms to hear. Lawrence sat up and climbed off the bed. He then seized Carol by the legs and draged her toward him. He pushed her legs apart and again thust himself forcefully in and out of Carol. "Oh God!" Carol moaned. Her whole body was electrified with desire. She clenched the bedsheets tightly in her fists as she was ravaged. She managed to open her eyes to look up at Lawrence, who was panting through barred teeth. It was that moment she felt herself climaxing. Her eyes rolled back and she closed tightly. She moaned in short bursts with ever increasing volume. Her hips began to grind against Lawrence. She suddenly became overtaken by a wave of electricity. It was like a tidial wave of warmth that swallowed her whole and threatened to drown her. Carol's back arched high and her mouth stood agape in a muted scream. She siezed up around Lawrence's member. He gunted in pain being that space inside Carol was limited before she clamped down on him with considerable force. However, the pain was bitter sweet. Lawrence could feel her pulling hard on his cock, milking it for all it was worth, slick walls pulling forcefully. A steady flow of or liquid came out around Lawrence's shaft and onto the bed.
When Carol finally came down, she lay limp on the bed, gasping for air, her chest shuttering a bit. Lawrence pulled himself out of her, a long thick strand of liquid stretched from the tip of his member to her vulva. He smiled at her, and she chuckled. "Roll over" he said grabbing her legs and helping her turn onto her stomach. Carol was still a little uncoordinated, so Lawrence took charge. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up onto her knees. She staggard up onto her hands and spread her legs a little wider. Lawrence positioned himself directly behind her and thrust himself inside her one again. He was gentle this time, just like before. He laid his body over Carol's. He lifted her up by the chest, she was now in a more vertical position. Her back was to Lawrence's chest but he remained inside her despite the awkward position. He leaned down and kissed her neck, Carol's eyes closed and she gently moved up and down on Lawrence's lap. Carol leaned her head back into his chest, and leaned it sharply to the side, giving him more room to work. Lawrence had his hands cupped around Carol's breasts, gently squeezing them further adding to Carol's stimulation. She murred with delight as she was sweapt away into warmth. Her hand found its way up to Lawrence's neck. Carol turned her head around and pulled Lawrence down to kiss her. They held that position for a moment until Carol released. The two smiled at each other, faces inches apart, then Carol got on all fours again.
Lawrence went to work on Carol. His motions where now more deliberate and firm. He siezed her by the hips and pulled her back into himself every time he thrust forward. Carol was jostled with each impact but she was too lost in ecstacy to notice. Her neck went limp and her head bobbed around as Lawrence ravaged her. She felt her body electrified as moved in and out of her, pulling himself to the tip, and then thrusting himself deep into her. "Oh God!" she moaned. Lawrence began to grunt as he worked harder and harder, panting for breath. As he felt himself climaxing, his eyes closed tightly, "Ah- I'm gonna cum!" he groaned. Carol pulled away from him and quickly turned around. Lawrence was jacking his enormous cock, a crease appearing on his forehead as he grew closer and closer. Carol positioned herself in front of him, at face level with his throbbing member. Lawrence's mouth dropped open and he moaned loudly. Hot streams of seed shot forward, splattering Carol's neck. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as the felt the still warm cum run down her neck and over her breasts. Lawrence continued to coax forth stream after stream, liberally coating her fur with a layer of white cream. Finally his orgasm subsided and he gasped for breath. Carol smiled and examined the load on her chest. A flow of semen ran over her chest, running around the edges of her breasts, and dripping down onto her stomach. The aroma was overpowering, and wonderful to Carol. She lifted her one of her breasts up to her lips and reached her long canine tongue down and liked up a generous amount of the creamy prize. She smiled and looked up at Lawrence licking her lips. Lawrence grinned from ear to ear. He plopped himself down on the bed beside Carol, who also lay down and cuddled up next to him. Lawrence looked over at Carol and asked, "When we get back," Carol looked up at his face, "do you want to catch a movie?" Carol laughed, and snuggled close to Lawrence, burying her head in his firm muscled shoulder. "Ok, but only because I owe you for showing me such a good time." She answered coyly. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around Carol and gave her a quick squeeze. Carol murred and hugged him back. "This is officially the best class trip ever!" Carol thought to herself, softly smiling.