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"Miss Perierre?" The tiger-wolf looked expectantly to the front row of the classroom, viridian eyes focused on the beautiful sea otter seated, crossing dark-brown legs demurely under a strapless, white sundress.

She chewed on the tip of a pencil thoughtfully, looking down at her notes, then gave him a dazzling smile, tossing long black hair back from her deep sea-green eyes. "Um...greater societal wedges between the rich and the poor?"

The teacher nodded and smiled back at her. "Very good, Leilani. And can you explain why there are far more poor in our society than there are rich?"

The sea otter cleared her throat and spoke a little hesitantly. "I have no idea, Mr. Wolker."

He grinned and pointed to the chalkboard. "Actually, trick question, we're studying that for our assignment today. Everyone, please take out a sheet of paper and pencil. We're going to write an essay." There were a few moans and protesting murmurs from the rest of the class, and the teacher held up a paw for silence. "Five-hundred words. Explain, in your opinion, why the poor far outnumber the rich in the world. Begin, please. You have thirty minutes, and then we'll talk about your answers."

He sat down and watched as the class as a whole put their heads down and started writing. His gaze wandered to Leilani again, writing with practiced ease, bobbing a webbed foot nearly sliding out of its high-heeled sandal. Every so often, she lifted the pencil eraser to her mouth and chewed, before going back to writing again. The tigolf watched her foot bob, and how the movement made shapely calves quiver. Every so often, she shifted her legs then re-crossed them, showing a bit more of her thighs, and just the barest trace of darker fur tucked between them. Whenever she moved her head, dark tresses spilled down her shoulders and along her chest, covering deep-brown generous cleavage snuggled inside a red lace bra.

He tucked a paw down into his lap and realized he was nearly in full arousal under the faded blue slacks. Watching the sea otter some days was better than any porn film he could rent, or online video he could store on his laptop. He wondered if she was a virgin. He saw a mental image of her, padding naked towards him, nestling into his lap and lowering herself down, taking his aroused flesh into her, until it pushed through unyielding skin, breaking her hymen to plunge deep into her quivering body amid cries of pleasure and pain.

He would nibble and lick at her full breasts, brushing each taut nipple with his tongue until they were soaked with his saliva, feeling her heart beating fast against his chest, breathing shallow, ragged, her wet, silky folds clenching possessively around his throbbing shaft, not letting go, letting go...

He slowly climaxed into his slacks, pumping four or five quick streams of his cum until the wet spot in his groin spread almost to his thighs. He shuddered all over, closed his eyes, and quickly covered his lap with his sport-coat, breathless and flushed.

After a moment, he opened his eyes to see Leilani looking at him kindly, chewing on the pencil eraser, her oceanic eyes brilliant and glittering.

Mikael smiled faintly at her, guilt washing over him like a wave. And then his eyes widened as she mouthed silently to him.

Are you okay?

The tigolf stared at her, but the smile didn't leave her face, nor did her eyes waver from his. Had she noticed what he was doing all this time? Had she seen him twitch with each release, or that he had sunk down a bit lower in his chair? Without thinking, he answered "Yes," in a whisper, watching her, and the sea otter softly giggled, dropping a webbed paw down to her calf and stroking it while she continued writing.

Mikael stayed seated until the half-hour was up, and then directed the students to stop writing. For the next fifteen minutes, while he sat uncomfortably in his mess, he asked them to summarize their essays. Some had agreed that the rich had been greedy, and therefore had more money. Others thought that the rich had been symbols of power from the beginning, and strove to rise above the poor. As he called on Leilani next, his paw drifted back to his damp groin, trying to ease down another growing erection.

The sea otter smiled at him and offered her explanation. "I was trying to think, what it was like for the poor and the rich, when classes first began to show prominence." Then she stood up slowly, brushing the sundress down and letting the ends swish against her thighs. "The rich were always fully clothed, with a lot of different articles, like bustiers, bras, vests, boots, corsets, chemises, and so on. It would take them forever to get undressed just to have sex...so they didn't get to have a lot of it." Her voice trailed off as a few students around her gasped or tittered softly, hanging on her words now. "The poor," she continued, smiling wider, "they hardly had any clothes at all. It was sometimes customary to just lift up a chemise, or a sack-cloth, and just...go at it."

The crowd erupted in laughter and the sea otter quickly blushed and sat back down, curling her legs up in the chair and looking uncomfortable.

Mikael slapped his paw on the desk for quiet. "Class. That's enough. Leilani brought up a very valid point. A little salacious, but valid." After the students giggled again, he raised a paw. "For homework, I'd like each of you to check Google for the true reasons the poor outnumber the rich, and write another five-hundred word essay on your findings. Dismissed."

The students filed out as Mikael stayed at his desk, still holding the sport coat over his slacks. Leilani was last to leave, as usual, and he smiled at her. "Very good work today, Leilani. Interesting...um, comparison between the classes as well."

She smiled, brushing her paw along her sundress and hiking it up just enough to show some thigh. "It just made sense to me somehow. I mean...it was just so easy back then, right?" The sea otter glanced towards the door, licking her lips, then reached down, hiking her sundress up slowly. Mikael trembled as the girl lifted the sundress higher still, and then he was looking at pouting, smooth, bare netherlips, nestled around nearly black fur. Her clit, aroused and full, poked out from between them like a button. "See?" she whispered, "Easy..."

The tigolf got up from the desk slowly, the sport-coat dropping down to the floor, and padded towards her, his eyes riveted to her sex. She was already wet down there, the aroused flesh glistening.

Leilani licked her digits and then brought them down to her crotch, pushing them gently into her folds until she was holding them almost to the webbing. "Oh," she sighed, still watching his eyes and smiling. "Can you just imagine what it was like way back then? You could...just come up to someone you really liked a lot, perhaps even loved, lift up her cloth, and then just...p-push into her."

Mikael swallowed hard, stepping close enough to her that he could actually feel the heat coming from between her thighs, the scent of her nearly overpowering, undeniably that of need. He raised shaky arms and brought them around her shoulders. Already her webbed paws had found the button and zipper, and was toying with it, then tugging it, dipping a paw into his own heat to find, close around, and squeeze his hardness. He let out a cry of delight as one firm squeeze forced out a quick dribble of precum. After the otter held his sex for a moment or two, she guided it until the thick crown of flesh managed to slide through the slit of his underwear.

Mikael's paws trailed down, sliding over Leilani's sides to her hips, and with the strength in his arms, lifted the trembling, petite girl against him. Her legs wrapped around him greedily, and his paws moved down more to cup her bare rump, clenching each taut crescent.

"Take me..." the otter whispered, wiggling her footpaws back and forth slowly until her ankles could grab around his own rump.

Mikael closed his eyes and pushed...

The bell rang just then and he shuddered hard, jerking his head up from the desk and looking around him. All of the classroom students were walking out, dropping their papers off at the front of the desk. "Huh..." he muttered, "I must have drifted off. Um, class? We'll review your essays tomorrow. Don't forget, pop quiz Friday!"

Leilani padded past him, giving him a warm smile as she dropped off her paper on the desk. He touched her arm. "Leilani? Um...I'm...just curious. What was your response to the hypothetical question?"

The otter frowned. "I thought you wanted to discuss tomorrow?"

The tigolf flushed noticeably and grinned. "I do, but...I really value your opinion. I think you're one of the brightest in the class."

The otter pawed through her long hair and smiled proudly. "Well, I...I think you're a great teacher, one of my favorites." She looked down at her paper and picked it up. "Basically...I, um, well, did I ever tell you I really love fashion?"

Mikael grinned wider. "No, but...I could definitely see you as a famous designer someday."

Leilani giggled and clasped her paws in front of her. "Oh, I don't know about that. I'm really shy about showing my ideas." Her green eyes bore into his and Mikael felt his heart beating faster again. "I can't stand rejection."

Impulsively, the teacher reached out to his student and meaningfully squeezed her shoulder. "You can't think like that, Leilani. You can't think someone will reject you. It's better to think you'll be accepted, and then have that expectation, rather than not doing anything. Sure, you'll feel disappointed, but you'll be encouraged to keep trying."

The sea otter placed her paw over his and blushed. "I suppose."

Reluctantly the tigolf pulled away from her and cleared his throat. "So...um, your paper? What did you write about?"

Leilani smiled. "Fashion. I thought it was probably easier for the poor to have sex, and so bear more children, because of the dress styles at the time. Back then, the rich had-"

"Lots of clothes to take off, yes..." Mikael interrupted, his eyes shining.

The otter blinked and looked at him closely. "Well, yes." She tilted her head. "How did you know that?"

The tigolf ran a paw through his hair, flustered. "Um, just...a...lucky guess...I happen to agree with your answer as part of the reason, by the way." He stood there, remembering his daydream, and realized he still had his sport coat tucked against his groin. "But...we can discuss tomorrow."

Leilani smiled and nodded. "Of course, Mr. Wolker. See you tomorrow." She brushed past him and started walking out the door, but then stopped and turned around to face him. "Um...if I showed you a few fashion designs I have, would you give me an opinion?"

Mikael blinked. "I really...don't know much about fashion, otter, but...I'd be very happy to tell you my thoughts."

She giggled, looking excited. "Good. I'll wear something tomorrow just for you." And then she was gone, her thick ruddertail twitching behind her as she left.

The teacher looked after her and slowly removed the sport coat from his groin. He was still wet down there.

The next day, true to her word, Leilani arrived to class with a stunning dress that fit like a sari. It was blue and purple from around the short hem up to about the middle of her breasts, leaving her cleavage almost bare, and as the colors zigzagged up the front, they became spectacular floral designs around the torso and all along the backside. Heads turned towards her and there were a few audible gasps, mixed with whistles. The dress barely reached her waist and showed spectacular, shapely legs and thighs. Around each webbed foot, she sported a silver anklet, accentuated by white high-heeled sandals.

Mikael took one look and noticed that as the otter sat down in her chair, the dress bunched up even more around her hips, showing almost all of a lacy, white thong bikini underneath. Quickly the tigolf gained control of his class and brought the murmur of voices down with a wave. "Class...um, yesterday we had a discussion about societal classes, and I gave you a hypothetical exercise to write an essay about the rich versus the poor and why we have such a staggering difference between the two." He couldn't take his eyes off the otter as he passed out the papers. She watched him, a faint smile on her face, her green eyes almost burning. "I...I thought we'd start with L-Leilani's..." he sat down quickly in his chair, realizing he was growing to full arousal again. "Um, theory..." He pointed to her unsteadily and watched as the lovely otter got up, adjusting her dress back around her hips and hiding her panties.

Leilani turned to the class. Most of the boys had their paws tucked between their legs, rubbing gently at useless erections by now. "Classes," she began slowly, confidently, "All have something to do, in a way, with how we dress." She gestured to herself. "Clothes became so important as a means of survival and warmth, that it took several thousand years for someone to begin to see clothes in another light entirely. Soon...those who had more clothes, and therefore more to wear, were seen as more important...richer than others." She licked her lips. "So those who had less money for less clothes had very little to wear."

Mikael stared at her, eyes half-closed in bliss as his other paw rubbed between his legs, his erection becoming like a warm iron against his thigh. In no time, he felt a subtle wetness of precum dribbling from it, and rubbed more.

"So for most of the those who were poor, it was hardly a chore to get undressed. People could have sex literally anytime they wanted to, and have kits, or cubs, or young in no time. Because there was so little for them to wear." She tugged at the hem of her short dress from behind and raised it just enough to show the start of her bare buttcheeks to the teacher, the thong slipped snugly between aroused folds.

Mikael got up slowly from his chair and padded towards the otter, as if in a dream, and nestled up against her from behind, his covered erection poking against her butt as she continued, not seeming to notice.

"So, the rich on the other paw...why, they would hardly do anything out in the public eye, first off, and secondly, since they wore so much clothes, it was very difficult to get out of them all in order to have sex. The males more pantaloons, breeches, underwear, chemises, and vests, while the females often wore corsets, under-garments, bustiers, blouses, jackets, big puffy dresses...it was a lot to take off!"

She churrred warmly over her shoulder at Mikael, moving her hips and working her butt over his erection in sensual circles. The class watched, spellbound, as the otter reached behind her, pushing down her panties with a paw, before then gliding it across the tigolf's front, working at his zipper. "So, since more poor people had, shall we say, easy access..." She unzipped him and his full gorge of flesh popped free, nestled against the back of her thigh.

Several boys moaned and a few of the girls in the class trembled and started caressing themselves.

"We see then just how...easy it was to..." She looked hotly at the tigolf, her paw tugging at his erection fitfully, guiding it towards her juice-filled sex. "Mate..." she whispered, and Mikael thrust his hips upwards, filling her completely with his length.

Leilani gave a loud cry and the class, almost as one, started freely masturbating. The boys all stroked and fondled impressive shafts, while the girls moaned and tucked their paws and hands between their legs or along their breasts.

Mikael grabbed the otter around her hips and plunged forwards, in and out, roughly, bending her over the school desk and pounding into her, his paws around her breasts, squeezing them hard. Leilani bucked back against him, using the muscles deep inside her like tight, wet vises, strangling his erection with every hot thrust into her. Her buttcheeks slapped against his thighs and wiggled with every pound.

In no time at all, hardly a few minutes, the tigolf let out a roar of pleasure and pulled Leilani back until he was nestled as deep as he could be. The swollen tip flared and thickened suddenly, knotting into a hard ball of flesh, trapped inside her walls. He moaned over and over as his knot bulged suddenly to fullness, and then he emptied into her sex, pumping hard, heavy shots of his seed deep inside of her. Through hazy vision, he looked up to see the whole classroom, almost as one, reach orgasm. Cum spattered upwards from the males' shafts, while it dribbled and pooled from between the legs of the girls.

Mikael wrapped his arms around the otter's body and kept her against his flow of cum, climaxing again and again, until he could feel his cum gushing from between their joining, wetting and then soaking her folds until she-

The bell rang and Mikael jerked awake, his head snapping up from the desk at attention. The classroom was empty. Blearily he looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 3:30 PM. His class had ended an hour ago. He stretched in the chair and felt wetness. He looked down and saw the front of his slacks were soaking wet, and he could feel the sticky goo inside his underwear.

He glanced at his desk and saw the small stack of papers he'd collected earlier.

Smiling now, he picked through the papers until he found the one written by Leilani, and started to read.

"Classes, whether rich or middle or poor, all have something to do, in a way, with how we dress...."

As he read, he slowly rubbed himself, getting hard again.

END