Amy - Chapter 4
This chapter is much shorter than Chapter 3, yes. I couldn't find a better way to break it. Sorry! Hopefully it's just as satisfying. And no, this is not necessarily the end of the story.
Beware cub porn ahead!
It wasn't until Amy was halfway home that the haze of lust in her brain dissipated enough for her to realize that being at home meant she could take off the metal underpants - chastity belt, Mr. Ericson had called it, she remembered. She sped her walk to a trot, although even the light bounce of the belt against her swollen outer lips made her feel lightheaded now.
As soon as she got home she scrambled to strip and unlock her belt, closing her bedroom door as a precaution before falling on her bed. Her large white seal plush was still there from the night before; she immediately wrapped her legs around it, rutting against it in frustration. She exhausted herself quickly, but the throbbing need between her legs had refused to subside, her body demanding release now.
Amy moaned quietly in frustration, rolling off the seal and laying spread-eagled on her bed for a moment, enjoying the cool tickle of fresh air against her wet cunny. After a few minutes of this, she remembered that Mr. Ericson had given her something. She lay there a bit longer, not sure if she could focus on whatever it was - a remedial homework assignment, probably - but then the thought came to her that it might still have his smell on it.
She scrambled to sit up, pausing for a moment to shiver as the roughness of her bed's comforter brushed against her swollen pussy, sending a burst of pleasure and need through her. She was close to the edge, although unaware of it. She regained herself and dug through her backpack, pulling out the item where she had shoved it in; it was immediately obvious that it was not some sort of homework. It was, as she had thought before, a magazine, but not a kind she had ever seen before.
The title was simply "VIXENS", or seemed to be, once she worked it out; the scantily-clad fox on the front was posing in the shape of the X, legs spread wide and hips canted backwards to reveal her privates to the viewer, tail lifted; she looked over her shoulder with a lustful expression. Amy blushed, more embarrassed than aroused by this - was that what she looked like, down there, all wet and red? She opened the magazine, flipping through.
At first, many of the images seemed very similar; female foxes posing in all sorts of revealing positions. Amy started to flip faster, growing annoyed - why had Mr. Ericson given her this? - then stopped abruptly as she came across a very different picture.
This one featured two foxes; the female was on her hands and knees, head thrown back and mouth open in apparent pleasure, as the male kneeled behind her, half of his cock buried in her. Amy's cheeks heated again as she examined the picture, then, with some trepidation, moved onto her own hands and knees, reaching back to feel around herself with her finger. First she brushed against her clit, gasping in startled pleasure, then went back further. Finally, with some searching, she found the hole that the male fox in the picture was fucking. Her gentle, probing touch immediately ignited a hunger in it.
Need overcoming her embarrassment now, she pressed her finger deeper into herself, whining. Memories of Mr. Ericson's cock, the size and hardness of it, came to her; and the sudden thought of him putting it inside her, breeching her tight hole with his length, made pleasure rip through her. She dug her finger deeper into herself and then clenched around it, squealing as she climaxed, shaking. She blacked out as it ended, collapsing on her bed, hand still cupping her soaked cunny.