Detention
A soft sigh left the feline's lips as she headed down the hallway, watching everyone else pass by her. While they were all headed towards the doors and, therefore, the buses and their cars, the young feline was headed towards her English classroom, where she would be serving detention that night. She'd gotten in trouble, once more, for having her cell phone out in class. Which, really, was normal. She always had her phone out in one class or another. Getting caught, however, was another story. She almost never got caught, except by her English teacher. But she had an idea as to why he was so good at catching her. He was young, after all, maybe in his late twenties at least, so he knew all those sorts of tricks, because he'd probably done them plenty of times himself in school.
Walking into the English room, the feline glanced up at her teacher, a twenty-five-plus year old black Stallion, who was wearing a tight, tan dress shirt and black dress-pants. He was nicely toned, and almost every muscle in his abdomen, chest, shoulders and arms stood out against the fabric covering them. Every girl in the school talked about this teacher, who may have been one of the hottest teachers there were.
"Hello, Diana." he murmured in his deep voice to the Calico female. She simply shrugged and set her books down. He held up a hand, however, when she began to sit down.
"I suggest you stay standing. Call me old fashioned." he began, although he obviously wasn't really old enough, "But you're going to be writing lines on the board for me this evening, Diana."
Looking up at him with raised eyebrows, Diana groaned. "You've got to be kidding me!" she muttered, but the teacher simply smiled sweetly, waiting for her to make her way up to the board.
"Mr. DiMarco, you're not really going to make me write lines, are you?" she mumbled, looking at him with a pout on her face. Although the look was very cute, and somewhat made him want to change his mind, the Stallion stood firm.
"Yes, I am, Diana. Now please, go to the board so I can tell you what to write." He murmured, watching her pout turn into a scowl as she made her way towards the board with a soft sigh.
"This sucks..." she muttered to herself as she stood at one side of the board, her paw poised at the top of the board with a piece of chalk in her hand, waiting for him to begin to speak.
"Alright, I want you to write 'I...will...not...have...my...cell...phone...out...in...Mr. DiMarco's...class...during...school...hours.'" He said, pausing after each word until she had them written down. As she turned, mouth open to ask how many times she had to write it, he smiled. "You'll write it until I tell you to stop. Today's a Friday, so I can keep you after for as long as I wish."
Diana growled softly and turned back to the board to begin writing her lines. As she did, Ryan DiMarco sat at his desk in the back of the room, letting his eyes scan over the feline's form. Diana was wearing a short black skirt, that showed off part of the curve of her ass, her tail curling from beneath it. Her tank top was obviously a little to small, straining against her breasts. Ryan had to admit, he'd always admired her. She was a beautiful Fur.
For over half an hour, Ryan watched as Diana went through about twenty or thirty lines, and he could feel his dress pants getting a bit tight, as his eyes were mostly focused on her ass. Slowly, he stood up and walked behind her as she moved to the next line she was beginning to write. He walked behind her, and pressed himself close, an arm on either side of her so she couldn't turn around to face him.
Jumping, Diana dropped the chalk and her hands were on his in moments. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she gasped, as his hands rested on her thighs. A small smile laced his lips.
"Calm down, Diana. I'm not going to hurt you." he whispered softly into her ear as his fingers began to slide up her thigh. For a moment, she was silent. Then she felt his hand slip under her panties, and she shifted.
"Hey! What the fuck is....oh..." she gasped, cut off but a soft moan as his fingers passed lightly over her clit. She let her head lean back against his shoulder as she trembled slightly. "Wh-what if...we get caught?" she gasped, biting her bottom lip slightly.
"The doors are locked. Besides, it's almost five already. No one's going to be left here." he murmured into her ear, blowing lightly and causing her ear to flick slightly. He chuckled, his own ears pressed back slightly in contentment as he slid his finger over her clit once more, causing a small purr to start up. Though it wasn't known to anyone but herself, Diana had (though she acted cold towards him most of the time to cover it up) harbored a crush on the Stallion since her Freshman year, when he'd come to the same school as a student teacher.
With a soft, gasping whimper, Diana squirmed in his grasp. She didn't want to seem too willing. "Wh-what I-if there are s-still people here...?" she gasped again, and gripped his wrist lightly.
"Don't worry about it, darling..." Ryan whispered into her ear. "We won't get caught." he murmured. He could feel slit beginning to get wetter as he slid his finger over her clit over again. He could feel it swell and throb softly beneath his fingers, and he loved the feeling of power he had over her.
"M-Mr. DiMarco..." she moaned softly as she felt his finger slip into her tight little snatch.
"Shhh..." he murred into her ear. "It'll be fine...tell me, Diana...have you ever had sex before..?" he asked, curious because of the fact that, even on his fingers she felt tighter then ever.
"O-once or twice..." she gasped, arching her hips into his hand. His fingers slipped inside of her and he pressed his thumb tightly to her clit, rubbing lightly as he pumped his fingers into her. She moaned softly and arched more into his hand. He grinned softly as he began to get harder then he'd been before, his cock straining against his pants. Slipping his left hand up into her shirt, he passed his fingers over the bottom of her breast, somewhat surprised that she wasn't wearing a bra. He couldn't complain, however, his fingers over running over her nipple, while his fingers pumped harder within her.
"Mr. D-DiMarco..." she moaned again, and arched against his fingers. "I-I'm not long...." she gasped, her clit throbbing beneath his thumb as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.
"Call me Ryan..." he whispered, making no response to her declaration as he pumped his fingers harder. He loved feeling the way her muscles cinched around his fingers. He was pulsing in his pants, his cock poking out of his pants. He wasn't sure if Diana would be able to take all of him, but he would try.
"R-Ryan...!" she gasped out as she spasmed against him, her pussy gripping tightly on his fingers as hot fluids gushed against his fingers. Smiling, he removed his fingers from her panties, and lightly licked them clean.
"Mmm...you taste wonderful, Diana." he smiled down at her. She shivered a little bit as he released her, his hand slipping out from her shirt. She stripped down quickly, before turning to him.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this to happen." she whispered, sliding her hands down towards his sides. She lightly tugged his shirt out of his dress pants, smiling some and rubbing her fingers against the velvet-furred wall that was his abdomen. She looked at the head of his cock, peaking out of the waistline of his pants. Smiling a little bit, she ran her thumb over the head, and heard him give a low groan. As she began to unbutton his shirt, she smiled a little bit more and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Ryan let her have all the control for now, seeing how well she would do at this.
"I see someone's excited." she whispered, able to see him twitching and pulsing inside of his pants. He smirked and nodded slightly, watching her finally relieve the tightness of his pants as she unbuttoned them. His boxers were strained against his cock, though as she pulled his pants down to his ankles, his boxers pushed down slightly due to his cock.
"Oooh..." she purred softly, sliding her hands over the nearly-two-foot-long cock. Ryan groaned softly and watched her as she slowly started to slip down his body, pressing her lips to his cockhead as he rested his hand on the back of his head. She smiled up at him for a moment before sliding her tongue down the underside of his length, tasting every inch of that hot horse-flesh.
"Diana..." he groaned softly. "Don't tease, darling...it's not nice." he mumbled, watching her. She smiled coyly up at him and continued to lick and suckle at certain spots on his flesh, before taking his cockhead into her mouth. Ryan tilted his head back slightly with a moan, rubbing his hands over her head. "That's nice..." he hissed. In took a few moments, but Diana soon founder herself choking down the last of his cock, her nose brushing gently against his belly as he thrust lightly down her throat.
Smiling a little bit, she pulled back only slightly and began to stroke at his base, feeling him throbbing in her hand and in her throat. He felt his own thighs treble slightly as he was slowly getting closer to his climax. He stroked the back of her head as she continued to suck his cock off, stroking at his base and giving light squeezes every once and a while. Soon enough, he tossed his head back with a low nicker of pleasure.
"Diana...oh...Diana...I'm cumming...I'm cumming!" he groaned out as he took hold of her head and jerked her head down against him and he shot off deep into her throat. She could still taste it in her mouth as the fluids filled her belly. Before he finished, he pulled out enough for her to get a good mouthful of the last of his climax.
With a soft purr, Diana smiled up at him as she swallowed what was in her mouth. Still hard and throbbing, Ryan gave a low groan as he reached down and pulled her up somewhat roughly. He pressed her back against his desk. With one quick sweep of his arm, he pushed off a small plastic pencil holder, a stack of paper, and a few books from his desk. Not a big mess to clean up. Yet, anyway.
Smiling a little bit, Diana was quick in lifting herself up onto the desk, her legs spread out slightly. He shifted forward a little bit and took his cock into his hands, pressing the tip towards her dripping, throbbing clit. He rubbed the head against her clit, making her moan out softly.
"N-now who's teasing, R-Ryan...?" she whimpered, arching herself up against him. He smirked a bit and slowly started to work his cock into her tight slit. He groaned softly. She was so tight! He pushed into her slowly, groaning every once and a while. Once he was in about half way, he groaned, and thrust the rest of the way in, pushing in up to the hilt.
"Oh, god, girl...you're so fucking tight..." he gasped softly. Diana simply moaned and arched herself up into him as he slowly began to slip back out. He pulled out about half way before slamming back into her roughly, causing her to growl low in her throat.
"You like that, my pretty kitten?" the Stallion muttered roughly as he repeated this, pulling out and slamming into her repeatedly. Her muscles throbbed around him, and he groaned as it got tighter within her, if that was even possible with his thick cock slamming into her over and over again. She cried out slightly with ever single thrust the other gave, and trembled softly at the same time.
Within moments, Diana was reaching her second orgasm, her pussy clenching down hard on Ryan's cock as she spasmed beneath him, her back raising up off of the desk. The tightness jerked Ryan to his own climax. Diana could feel his cock jerk inside of her as he coated her walls with hot, thick seed.
Ryan didn't seem done, however. After he finished cumming, he pulled back and pulled Diana off of the desk. He turned her around and lightly put pressure on her shoulders until she rested against his desk once more. He rested his tip to her dripping pussy lips, and slammed deep into her once more. She cried out, and he reached up to take hold of the hair atop her head, pulling her head back slightly as he slammed into her repeatedly. He could feel himself getting closer to cumming even more. But he would hold back till she would cum once more.
Crying out loudly, the female released for the third time. He slammed in to the hilt and released his strongest surge of cum. He filled her to the brim and pulled back with a rough sucking noise, before slamming back in, splattering his own cum all over her backside and all over his front. She gasped a little bit, and trembled some at the same time. Soon, he slowed down, and pulled out. He smiled down at her, and, silently, ran his fingers over her jaw with a soft smile.
Too be continued...