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"Ok, Ricky. That's enough for now. You can take a break at the side."

Thank god! I thought she was going to drown me!

Floundering in a rush of chlorinated water, Ricky let his tired, aching arms relax and his lean canine body sink back into the clear aqua. He began to tread water, floating near the centre of the rectangular pool, but his protesting muscles hurt too much even for that. Groaning with fatigue, the 14 year-old set off towards the tiled edge at a traditional, though fraught, doggy-paddle.

A clear, feminine voice rang out again into the low-ceilinged pool hall and echoed loudly from the hard tiles set all around the room, "You've got excellent stamina, and a good rhythm in the water. You're a natural born swimmer. I know when I see one."

The noise of water rushing at his ears along with his own laboured breathing made it hard to hear anything, and he had to strain in order to decipher her words.

"That was three times longer than normal practice, you know."

Reaching the cold, rough ceramic tile lining the pool, he grabbed the edge with both of his grey-furred paws and hauled himself through the resistance of the water. Waves splashed and sloshed against the walls, reverberating noise around the enclosed space, disturbing the glaring halogen light filtering down to the pool's bottom. His foot-paws sunk instinctively towards an unseen ledge set into the wall below the surface. Alighting gratefully on it, he let out a huffing sigh of relief.

The sound of soft footfalls treading over hard tiles came from his left. "You can relax now. I won't push you any further today."

Hiding any traces of the scowl he felt lurking, Ricky dipped his head, and panted deep gasps of air into his over-taxed lungs. She'd better be impressed. I'm going to feel this for days.

"You've got great form. I'm surprised your last teacher didn't sign you up for any competitions." The speaker's delicate, brown-furred canine feet padded to a halt straight in front of him at eye-level, her decidedly cute toes only two inches from his muzzle.

Taking a deep breath, Ricky lifted his head up to the cool, blue eyes of Ms Lillian, the school's new twenty-four year old PE teacher.

She stood with her paws resting comfortably on her hips. Her long, athletic legs, visibly firm with the muscles of a long-distance swimmer, tapered upwards to a pair of scarlet red string bikini-bottoms clinging around her curves. The curved sickle-like tail sprouting from the base of her spine gave her husky ancestry clearly away, despite none of her other features having much similarity with the breed. She slimmed down pleasantly at the waist, the softer fur of her belly coloured off-white in contrast to her predominant oak-brown, before her figure bloomed out into a matching bikini top.

Physically, she was a teenager's wet dream, and even though her expressions could seem harsh at times, her blue eyes had a distinctly playful sparkle that always seemed to linger.

Shifting her weight onto her left foot, she crossed her arms over her chest and gazed coolly down from far above; her muzzle closed in a classic 'PE coach' look. "You still aren't kicking your feet enough on the return, though. I want to see you twist and leap into the stroke, not just turn into it."

He gasped a few more times, scrambling to catch his breath, "I'm pushing off the side as hard as I can." He spluttered water over his tongue between each word. The muscles along his arms burned painfully, especially around his elbows, and his legs felt like dead weights in the water.

It came on too quickly for him to do anything about it; the muscles in his left arm clenched horribly tight, ceasing up with scalding pain, twitching and jerking through a series of violent cramps. He yelped out loud, grabbed his arm, and hunched over against the side of the pool.

"What is it?" She leaned down, inspecting the way he held his shoulders, her expression alert and her ears perked up.

He tried to force his arm slack again, anything to release the terrible tightness, but it only seemed to snap back harder each time he did. "Ah, I don't know! My arm's burning; I think I pulled something-"

She twisted away from him with a swish of her tail, and set off towards one of the metal ladders leading down into the water. With the ease of someone who'd done so a million times, she twisted on the rails with her paws and slid quickly into the water with a small splash.

Ricky watched her from the corner of his eye, a grimace on his face, his right paw clutching his painful arm. Hitting his limits like this was bad enough, but the fact he'd done it right in front of Ms Lillian forced a big wad of salt into that wound.

Her whole body disappeared under the surface for few seconds, and then just her head re-emerged. She flicked her long chestnut hair, sending a small spray of water out in a circle around her. Her blue eyes found him at the edge, and once she'd blinked the water away she set off at a quick breast stroke. "Try to stay still; we need to warm your muscles back up or they'll keep cramping."

He fought to answer over the sharp burning in his arm. "Uh, alright."

His eyes followed her graceful movements through the water, watching the scarlet red of her bikini under the rippling surface.

"Just face the wall, and try to relax."

He realised what she'd said; a ripple of excitement raced through him, and he turned obediently to face the tiled edge of the pool. He felt a rush of water against his back, and heard her paws splashing right behind him. A tingling feeling trickled down his spine, and his fur rose on-end in avid expectation.

Her legs bumped against him under the surface. She placed her feet beside his on the hidden ledge there, moving to cage him in with her body against the edge of the pool. Something soft, yet firm pressed into his back at about chest-height, pushing him gently into the side wall.

His muzzle dropped open with shock. Staring at the tiles a few inches in front of his face, Ricky forgot about the pain for a moment, and grabbed the edge of the floor above him with both paws.

Soft, padded fingers brushed carefully into the damp fur on his shoulders. She pressed her paws flat against his shoulder blades, and began to move down over his arms. Her voice spoke gently into his ear from only an inch away, tickling his furry ears with each breathy word, "Which one is it, your right, or left?"

His hold on reality slowly severed, disconnecting his higher brain functions, rendering him unable to think about anything but the feeling of her fingers in his fur. "Uh, uh, well, it's..."

She rubbed his arms vigorously underneath the water, working warmth back into his muscles, kneading the tension out like someone unravelling a tangled rope.

His muzzle hinged even further open, a glazed look coming over his eyes, his arm starting to loosen of its own accord. Calm delight poured over him, soothing his pain away, plunging him into a happy stupor, overwhelming his senses with a layer of warm, fuzzy static.

"Does that feel better?"

He came-to, shocked awake by her voice, barely aware of his surroundings any more.

A warm, knowing smile shone through her voice. "Ricky? Is that better now?"

Her paws felt so soothing, so incredible moving through his fur. His focus on the situation kept blurring away with every soft stroke over his shoulders, his arms, and his neck. The thought of losing this experience was only thing that gave him enough will to answer in a weak, wistful voice. "Yeah..."

Her warm breath blew onto the sensitive hairs inside his ear, her voice low and sultry. "You've never been touched like this before, have you?"

He wavered in and out of alarm, relaxation, confusion, and doubt. A queasy feeling lodged in his stomach, but the soothing relaxation she'd put him under clouded his thoughts too thoroughly for him to answer.

Her paws kept on stroking away at his fur, wonderful sensations flowing from her fingertips, her padded palms working in circles against his shoulders. She ran her fingers down each of his upper arms, feeling along the contours of his muscles, squeezing him gently the whole time.

A pining whimper drifted from his muzzle despite his best efforts to suppress it, and his tail started thrashing around underwater.

Soft giggles came from behind him. "You're enjoying this a little too much-" her voice dropped, "-aren't you?"

"No, I, I'm, I'm-" he stammered wildly, breaking up too much to make any sense, his heart thumping painfully in his chest.

Moving subtly behind him, she pressed herself fully up against his back, wriggled her feet on top of his on the ledge below, and moved both of her paws around onto his chest.

Ricky whined openly, a look of awe written all over his face, his eyes drifting upwards towards the low roof above. Reflections from the water flitted quickly across it; strangely shaped bands of light rolling in every direction.

Her paws rubbed across his chest, feeling the contours of his pecs, and the side of her muzzle brushed tantalizingly against his left ear. "I've heard the girls talking about you."

His stomach lurched violently, throwing the feeling of tranquillity away. "Huh-?"

She moved closer against his back, wiggling her shoulders and hips in opposite directions, pulling him against her with her paws. "Mm-hm. You're a cute, handsome guy, but you're terribly shy. I know. I've watched you in class."

Panic, blind, outright panic brought him crashing back down to reality. He tried to think about who was behind him, and where her paws were, but it just wouldn't add up in his head. When he tried to factor in the things she was saying too, his brain simply refused to process any of it, and left him adrift in hopeless confusion.

Mrs Lillian sighed lightly over his ear, her breath warm and ticklish, and moved her muzzle down into the crook of his neck, nuzzling him gently. "Do you like this?"

His voice cracked and squeaked comically with adolescence, dying in the back of his throat.

Her furry muzzle nudged further forwards, her voice so close he could feel her jaw moving against his fur. "I like this too."

His jaw moved, on the verge of speaking, but he just couldn't.

He felt her smile grow against his fur. "So shy." She began to move her paws again, but much further down than before. "Just stay still."

Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, oh-my-god...

Suddenly her paws were underwater, then on his stomach, and then on the edge of his trunks.

The panic escalated into outright terror, acrid and biting; shocking him with just how much fear he could feel over something his gut told him he should be enjoying. "Uh, wait!"

Her fingers slid unhindered between the elastic waistband and his fur, hidden beneath the rippling water around them, snaking dexterously into his baggy swimming trunks.

"Wait, hold, AH, YIP-!"

Everything crashed to a halt. His adolescent yelp echoed around the room, contesting with the sound of lapping water at the pool's edge, dying away slowly to let near-silence return.

His eyes wider than a frightened cat's, Ricky dipped his head towards the gently rippling outline of her arm disappearing down between his stretched legs.

She worked his balls into her padded palm; her other paw grasping his furry sheath. Her voice filled with sly undertones, but kept that soothing quality he couldn't help but like. "Don't fight it, let it come out, it's okay."

"Hahh!" His young body surrendered in a heartbeat, pushing his filled canine length out into the water, giving in so readily and willingly to her gentle coaxing.

She stroked her paw softly along it, from his pointed tip all the way down to the rounded beginnings of his knot, her paw drifting through the coolness of the pool.

Ricky's normal breathing failed utterly, and his canine instincts kicked-in; he defaulted to rapid pants, huffing air through his muzzle, pushing his chest out with each miniature gasp. His tongue flopped limply from the side of his muzzle, his eyes glazed over, and a series of loud whines warbled from the back of his throat.

She giggled sweetly into his ear, and suddenly withdrew her paws from his trunks. The pressure of her pressing against his back lifted away and water rushed all around him, sucked away from the edge by her abrupt movement.

Flushing with hot disappointment, he twisted around with a startled, questioning look in his eyes.

Ms Lillian swum lazily backwards, drifting towards the centre of the pool, her bright scarlet bikini shimmering through the waves. Her smile broadened meaningfully, and a familiar sparkle shone in the blue centres of her eyes. "That's enough for today."

---

"I thought you liked swimming practice?"

Ricky looked up at his mum from the back seat of their car. "...I do."

"So why have you been so uptight all day? Are you doing too much, is that it? Two days in a row is a lot."

"No, it's fine, it's not that." Ricky plied his paws together.

"So what is it then? Is it that new P.E teacher that started last week?"

"No! She's fine, she's great, I'm just thinking about... competitions, and stuff. She said I'm good enough to enter some of them if I want."

"Oh? Your last teacher never mentioned anything like that; that's good, I'm glad to hear you're in good paws this time around."

Ricky looked to one side at the car door, and stared in silence.

"Here we are. Your bag's in the boot under Molly's things. Have a good lesson and I'll see you at eight."

Getting out of the car and picking his bag from the boot sent butterflies and nerves jangling like crazy in his stomach. He stood and waited until the car had pulled out of the car-park and driven away down the road before turning, resigned, towards the school.

Ms Lillian was waiting for him at the end of the corridor. She leaned against the entrance to the boy's changing room in a purple string bikini he'd never seen her wear before. The tassels that held her bikini-bottoms on were tied in bows against her hips, making it look as though they could be pulled off with a small tug of a string. Her muzzle lifted in a welcoming smile. "Hiya Ricky."

He tried hard not to blush, but his ears heated bright red at their edges. He started examining the wall of the corridor as he walked. "Um, hi."

"Get changed and come through to the girls' changing rooms, OK? I'd like us to talk for a little bit."

He could tell it wasn't a question. Glancing up at her, at her smile and the tight skimpiness of her bikini, Ricky swallowed hard and nodded. "Um, sure."

"Great. Don't be too long." Ms Lillian padded lazily across the corridor to the girl's side, her hips slinking and her tail swishing, her playful blue eyes lingering on him until she vanished through the entrance.

Ricky changed into his trunks quickly, his paws trembling with apprehension and fear, making him too clumsy to tie them closed properly. Leaving the strings hanging down his front, he rammed his clothes into his bag and stuffed it into a free locker on the way to the corridor.

He stood on the threshold of the girl's changing rooms, the sheath between his legs pulsing and tingling at the thought of what went on in inside. Crossing over the line in the tiles felt so wrong that he tip-toed all the way in.

"There you are." Ms Lillian sat in the middle of the pink-tiled room on the centre benches with her legs crossed, her paws supporting her on either side, and a bare foot dangling in the air. "Come sit beside me."

Ricky tried not to look at her, but couldn't help snatching glances at her legs, her toes, her breasts in that tight bikini top, the thin bottoms that hugged her hips; fighting the blush that heated his ears and cheeks, he walked over and sat about two feet away from her, leaving a large gap between them.

"Don't be so worried," she said, and slid closer over the bench. "I won't do anything if you're not happy for me to. I just want to talk about our last lesson."

Ricky stared straight ahead at the floor, his cheeks smouldering so much they stung. His voice squeaked and broke. "Uh, yeah, alright."

"I know you're a shy guy, and it's okay for you to be a little bit scared, but I want you to tell me; did you enjoy what I did when we were in the pool together?"

"Uhm, well..." He squirmed on the bench, turning his head away from her, wishing he were two inches tall.

"It's okay; you can tell me the truth. Please, Ricky. Please tell me."

He looked back around at her, surprised by the pleading tone of her voice. "Uhm, well, yeah..."

Her eyes lit up, and she broke into a bright, beaming smile. "I did as well. If you want, we can do a lot more things like that together."

"Oh, eh, yeah, um, if you..." Ricky trembled even more, and gripped the edge of the bench so hard his knuckles cracked.

"Shhhh..." Ms Lillian slid even closer, and slowly moved her arm over his shoulders. "You can relax with me. I'll look after you, I promise."

"Um, ok." He looked up at her, and tried to smile. "Sorry."

She fluttered her lashes and pulled him closer with her arm. "You don't have to be. I want us to get to know each other much, much better. Let's start with my name; you can call me Kim when we're together like this, ok?"

"Uh, ok, Kim." He smiled again, and looked into her eyes. She was gorgeous; he should be crying out for joy, not whimpering with fear.

"You know your parents and everyone at the school won't understand if we get closer?" Kim canted her head, her eyes intense and seductive.

Ricky nodded, lost in her blue hues. "I know. I didn't tell my mum, and I promise I won't."

"You're such a smart guy, and so cute too." Kim sidled even closer, her rump bumping up against his side. "Do you want to do some swimming practice...?" she slid her arm further around him and pulled them together, her warm, soft breasts pushing against him, "...or do you want to stay here and have a little fun?"

He looked down at her chest, eyes wide, and just nodded at her breasts.

Kim giggled, and snaked her paws down to his own. She entwined her fingers though his, and brought her muzzle down. "Do you want to kiss me? I'd like you to."

Ricky felt himself starting to melt. Her paws were rubbing his palms, and she was so soft and warm against his side. He just looked into her eyes, and tentatively licked her muzzle.

She moved forwards and wrapped her paws around his head. Pulling him gently to one side, she turned her muzzle in the opposite way and brought them together, her tongue moving against his, and melted him into trembling putty in her paws.

---

Ricky ran through the double-doors towards the pool, his bag trailing in the air behind him. He'd never wanted to get to swimming practice more.

Kim wasn't in the corridor. He glanced around to make sure no one was anywhere nearby, and ducked his head into the girl's changing room. It was empty; only bare benches and pink-tiled shelves.

The throbbing between his legs started to lessen in disappointment. He turned to check the boys, but caught sight of her jogging down the corridor towards him.

She wore ordinary clothes instead of a swimsuit: a small pair of denim shorts hugged around her hips, and a plain pink top flexed around her chest. "Ricky! Come on, I've got something different planned for tonight."

"Oh, okay." He followed her back along the corridor, the tingling between his legs back.

Kim led him to a fire exit near the back of the building, pushed it open, and had a quick look outside. She turned back to him and spoke quickly, "I'm going to drive down here and open a door; you hop inside when you see me, ok?"

A plunge of doubt hit his stomach. "Uhm, are we going somewhere?"

"Just to my apartment, it's really close by." She kept glancing at the corridor behind them, and then out of the door.

"Oh... well, ok." Ricky's gut knew how wrong this was, but he didn't want to say no to her.

"Great. I'll be one minute." She ducked out of the door, and pushed it almost fully closed. A few inches remained open, the cool air from outside rushing through.

Ricky waited, feeling more scared than he had before. He started to glance furtively around, the acidic, guilty feeling of doing something seriously wrong biting at him, filling him with dread.

At last, the sound of a car engine came towards the outside of the fire escape. Dreading anyone seeing him, Ricky inched it open and looked out.

Kim gestured hurriedly from the driver's seat, and the passenger door popped open.

He ran the short distance across to her car, jumped inside, and breathed in relief when they pulled out of the school car-park.

Kim's car was far messier than his Mum's. There were CD's, pamphlets, and drink cartons stuffed into the side pockets. She smiled at him a few times, but seemed really focused on driving. They went around corners far faster than his mum would, and he had to grab the handle on the door to stop from sliding on the seat.

Only five minutes later, they stopped outside a plain-looking apartment block and got out. She walked quickly inside, and he made sure to keep up with her. They went up three flights of stairs in a plastic-smelling stairwell to a scruffy looking wooden door. Kim opened it with her keys, and he followed her in.

Her apartment was tiny. The square hallway opened directly ahead to a living room with a single sofa in it. He glanced into her kitchen, and saw empty microwave dinner boxes littering the cramped, dirty counters. Her bedroom was to the left of the main door. He glimpsed red and pink inside, and the edge of a double bed with a metal frame. Heavy, unfamiliar scents wafted from within.

"Come-on honey, in here, we don't have long." Kim put her paw on his back, and half-pushed him through into her bedroom. Heavy red curtains were closed against the daylight, lending the place a dark, secluded feel. A cocktail of smells were thick in the air; her strong scent, mustiness, perfumes, and something that smelled a lot like sweaty laundry.

"Take your clothes off, cutie." Kim stroked her paw over his head, gave him a smile, and pulled her pink top straight off over her head. Her black bra held her breasts close, and the pink of her nipples shone through.

Gawking, scared and unsure, Ricky fumbled at his jeans, and let them fall to the shaggy carpet.

Kim unfastened her shorts and slipped them quickly off. She wore matching black panties that were just as see-through, but he didn't get to look at them for long. She slid them down her legs, and stepped out of the loop of material with each of her feet, catching them on her toes. Her bra was next; she unfastened it and tossed it aside, baring her naked fur to his eyes.

His heart went into overdrive. He stopped stripping, only able to stare.

She'd started to pant. Her tongue lolled slightly out of her muzzle, and she reached down to grab his top. "Come-on cutie, we don't have much time."

"Wait-" Ricky mumbled as his top was pulled off over his head. She grabbed his boxers next, and pulled them swiftly down, leaving him as naked as her.

He started to panic. Terror and shame rose in his gut, and he tried to back away from her. "Wait, don't-"

Her paw clamped hard on his wrist, and pulled him towards her bed. She stared down between his legs, panting steadily, a dreamy, dazed look on her face. "Come on sweetie, just relax, you'll love this, I promise you will."

"No, don't-!" Ricky bumped on the edge of the double bed, and fell over onto it.

She climbed over him and pulled him into the middle, her powerful arms moving him easily, her naked fur brushing and rubbing against him. The covers swept over them, plunging him into darkness and strong, intimate, heady female scents.

"Wait, don't, AH-!" Ricky tried to struggle, but her arms were like iron and her paws unshakable.

Her muzzle rubbed up against his cheek, a low murring vibrating in her throat, and her panting breath blew hot and urgent against his fur. She lay by his side and entwined herself with him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, stroking her paws along his back and licking at his face and neck. "Oh honey, mmm my little cutie..."

He started to sob, struggling weakly against her powerful hold, embarrassment, terror, and humiliation coursing through him.

"Shhhhh," she soothed, stroking his head, rubbing her legs against him, "aren't you excited, doesn't this feel good?"

"I, I wanna go home..." Ricky shook his head against her, stopping his struggles with the sheer futility of them, his eyes stinging with water.

"But we've just started." Kim's paws began to rub over his body, hard and rough so that his fur was brushed down, her fingers running over his arms, his pecs, and finally down between his legs.

"Ahh! Don't-"

"It's okay..." She held his erection, squeezing it slightly, her fingers exploring his sheath and his balls at the same time. Her breathing grew faster and she curled tighter around him, huffing against his face and neck, her paws starting to tremble.

Ricky whined out loud, his hips bucking against her despite the fear and humiliation.

Kim shuddered against him, her breath panting hard, her voice low and feverish with desperation. "Oh god cutie I need you, I need you so much..."

Her paws left his sheath and grabbed his behind. She rolled over onto her back, holding him and taking him with her. Her legs moved apart and up against his sides, drawing him between her soft, furry inner thighs.

Ricky felt his hard erection brush into the downy fur between her legs. He whined a loud, pining whine and felt himself settle against her naked chest, the firm mounds of her breasts beneath his face.

"You're gonna be a little stud for me." Kim held him fast above her, and reached up with her muzzle to kiss and lick at him, her breath coming out shaky and hot. "My hot little stud..."

"Ahh!" Ricky felt one of her paws take a hold of his unsheathed erection, and her other grasp his behind. She pulled him down between her open legs, and guided his erection into warm, wet, velvet tightness.

Kim laid her head back on her pillows, her muzzle hanging open, and let out a deep moan that rumbled in her chest. Both of her paws grasped his behind, and pulled him down into her.

Ricky twitched in her arms, and his hips started bucking down into her, completely on instinct and out of his control.

She gasped and yipped, her paws holding his jerking behind down between her legs, her fingers digging into his fur, her claws pushing into his skin. She sucked air between her teeth and moaned at the headboard of her bed, looking helpless and in control all at once.

Ricky let out a yowl and grabbed at her breasts, his waist humping frantically for a few more seconds before slowing to random spasms, his muscles tensed hard in euphoria.

Kim opened her eyes and panted up at him, her paws grasping his behind with feverish desperation, her legs moving against him to hold him in, and her tongue lolling from the side of her muzzle.

He collapsed against her in utter exhaustion, his cock swollen tight inside her wetness and heat, his knot tying them together.

"Oh fuck, oh stud..." She nuzzled his head, panting along with him, her paws rubbing over his back, stroking him all over. "Knot in me, tie in me, tie in your bitch, cum in her, make her yours..."

Ricky's blood rushed in his ears. He breathed hard, reeling in the aftermath, lying limp in her intimate embrace. Her muscles clamped down on his knot, putting constant, intensely-pleasurable pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Kim raked her claws across his backside, her legs wrapped around him, holding him needlessly into her. She squeezed him between her legs, and squeezed him inside her, her hips working at his knot.

He whined out loud, helpless, and shuddered with sharp bursts of pleasure. His waist started to thrust weakly at her, her tightness around his knot brining him towards another near-painful orgasm.

"Ohh fuck me, cum in me, cum in your bitch..." Kim licked at his muzzle, her breath hot and panting. She kissed him for a few seconds at a time, her paws lifting away from his behind to hold his head. Her legs clutched him even tighter, her muscles squeezing and flexing around the solid ball of nerves.

Ricky cried out, bucking into her, lost to another torrent of euphoria.

Kim moaned with every thrust, her voice echoing in the small room. She lay fully back beneath him, relaxing her grip to let him hump at her.

He collapsed again, groaning in the assault of sensation, the vice-like hold of her pussy trapping him in near-constant pleasure. He just panted and whined against her, her body flexing around him, and twitched his hips until another exhausting climax locked his muscles and drained the last of his balls into his moaning, rutting teacher.

---

"Ricky?"

Ricky came slowly awake. Her bed was soft and warm around him, her fur even softer and warmer against his side.

Kim smiled at him from her pillow, and kept stroking his head. "We've got to go back now. How are you feeling?"

A shiver ran though him, followed by a bite of fear. Paws that held him against his will only a while ago ran lovingly over his fur. Sharp, raw memories of what she'd done to him balked his mind. His eyes welled with tears and he turned away from her. What she'd forced him to do made him want to curl up and hide, to wither away with shame.

"Oh Ricky..." She pulled him against her, nuzzling the back of his neck. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you, I didn't mean to, I promise I didn't..."

"I, just, just wanna go home-" He covered his eyes with his paws, pressing his legs tightly around his still throbbing malehood.

Her paws held him close, and her breath blew into his ear. "You know you can't tell anyone about this, you remember how we talked? I'm so sorry for upsetting you honey, please forgive me?"

"I didn't want to..." He shrugged his shoulders against her touch, shaking his head from side to side in his paws.

"It felt good, didn't it? Didn't you enjoy it?" She pulled him backwards, dragging him over her sheets, pulling him against her naked chest. "Come on, don't cry, you're safe with me."

His sobbing quietened, but he still curled in on himself away from her.

"We need to get dressed and go back to the school now, ok?" She spoke softly, gently, coaxing him on. "We can just pretend we've been doing swimming practice. Just tell your mum it went fine and forget about all of this, ok?"

His mum. The thought of his mum finding out what he'd done made his guts wrench into a wringing twist. The fear of discovery was worse than the trauma of what she'd force him to do with her, so he nodded, but only just.

"Good boy, you're such a great guy, handsome and smart and clever." Kim kissed his ears and licked his neck, her paws stroking him, soothing him. "I enjoyed that so much. You know when you need a girl, when you get all hard down there, like tonight?"

His cheeks stung fiercely, but he nodded anyway.

"I can feel like that too, and today I needed you. I'm so, so sorry if I was too rough or too fast, but I wanted you so much. Can you forgive me?"

Ricky thought of all the times he'd pawed himself off in his bed at night, thinking of her, and nodded again.

---

Ricky lay in the centre of his bed. His covers were still tucked-in the way his mum had done them. The lime-coloured light of his alarm clock shone bright by his side, the only light in the whole room.

His erection thumped against his boxers, but his paws never moved even an inch towards it. All he could see was Ms Lillian, her muzzle open, her bare breasts heaving beneath him. He listened to her moans, felt the heat of her breath, and re-lived the feeling of pushing down into her. He tried to remember the searing euphoria that had erupted when he'd knotted inside her, the sensation of her muscles clamping down on him, the numb rush of his cum squirting into her, the look in her eyes as she'd panted and held him in with her legs.

All the guys in his class had said they'd give anything to do it with Ms Lillian, so now that he had, why couldn't he sleep?

---

"I know something's bothering you."

Ricky glanced down from his mum's eyes in the rear-view mirror, and stared at the car door. "I'm fine."

"Hmm."

She swung the car into the school car park and pulled to a stop outside the double doors.

"I'm going to have a quick word with your new teacher. Sit here until I get back."

Ricky jolted, his stomach falling through the floor. "What!?"

His mum got out and clicked the child locks on, pulling the small red bars into the plastic below the windows, and shut her door.

His breathing turned to panting and his body flushed with panic. There was nothing he could do; absolutely nothing. He had to sit still, trapped, waiting for his mum to come running out of the school, get in the car, and drive him to the police station, the headmaster's house, or back home to lock him in his room until either or both of them arrived.

The seconds turned to minutes. Time scraped by with glacial slowness; each imagined tick of the clock in his mind clenching his gut even tighter. The nausea made him clutch his stomach, and a cold feeling crept over him.

The school doors opened. Ms Lillian walked out in a denim skirt and green blouse, a smile on her beautiful face, her blue eyes looking straight at his mum's own smile. The pair chatted animatedly, smiling and gesturing, nodding towards the car and the school behind them. They padded down the path and stopped a small distance from the car.

A rush of half-hearted relief swept through Ricky, and he dared to believe that somehow his secrets were still hidden.

His mum nodded to Ms Lillian, and walked forwards alone to the car. She clicked the locks open, and pulled open his door. She leaned inside with a small, knowing smile, and spoke quietly to him. "I've had a little talk with Ms Lillian and she's helped me to understand a few things. You could have just told me you were getting more interested in the girls in your class, you know."

Searing fire hit both of his cheeks and the edges of his ears. His eyes plunged to the floor and stayed there.

"It's perfectly normal, and I understand that you're embarrassed and you don't want to talk to me about it, so I'll stop talking and let you get on with your lesson." His mum pulled the car door fully open and stood aside.

He moved out of desperation to be anywhere but sat on that car seat.

"Don't forget your bag." His mum picked up his swimming kit from the seat and handed it to him. "I'll pick you up at eight. Have fun, and don't worry about anything, ok?"

He stood and watched the car pull out of the car park and drive off down the road. A mix of fear, humiliation, relief, and confusion muddled through his head.

A pair of soft, gentle paws smoothed their way onto his shoulders. "Your mum is really nice." Ms Lillian patted his arm, and pulled him in the direction of the school. "Come-on, Ricky. This way."