Mrs Trevino, teacher.
The entire school year had nearly passed, and Chris had yet to make his move.
He was a neko, for god's sake, and well built. But none of the other girls on campus thrilled her the way that SHE had. And he'd never had the courage, too many furs bopping around and bothering her. She was always graceful in dealing with her many admirers, but eventually she always drove them away.
As he sat his desk, fidgeting with excitement, he made the decision. It was a short day towards the end of the year, everybody was dying to charge out the doors. She would have to stay as a partial work day, and HE was going to make his move on Mrs. Trevino, the senior-level geometry teacher - the hottest neko femme he'd ever pawed off to in the locker room shower.
From the back he stared at her longlegs crossed so decadently in front of her as she sat on the desk. Her skin was dark, like creamed coffee. Today she wore a long skirt and her traditional tight blouse (bright blue today) bursting at the seams from her massive chest. She dyed her hair two tone earlier in the year, reddish streaks in her long brunette locks, and wore a matching pair of horn rim glasses.
As he sat, his eyes peering over his textbook as her lilting voice droned on about hypotenuses and other terms she somehow managed to make sound sexy as all hell, the bell finally rang and someone tossed a wad of paper at his head. He dodged it skillfully, his eyes never leaving the sight of his teachers legs as she expertly uncrossed them and leaned forward.
"Have a great Spring Break," she intoned, smiling politely as they all dashed away.
Durang stood, shaking a little. He pretended to fiddle with the strap of his book bag as the other students filed out, then lifted his gaze to her.
"Ms Trevino," he said, closing the distance a little. "Mind if I shut the door? I'd like to talk to you."
She smiled distractedly and sighed a little bit from the edge of her desk. She eyed him from over the rims of her glasses. "Long as you're not planning on asking me for extra points, Mr. Durang. The last day to hand all that in was two weeks before. And I know that you were here the day I mentioned it. We were going over formulae from-"
She went on, but Chris was elsewhere. He took a few steps toward her, subconsciously licking his chops as her breasts bounced a bit from thumbing through the planner on her desk. She turned her head and displayed the curve of her neck for him, the reflection of sunlight off of her mocha-colored flesh.
"Mr. Durang? I'm up here," she said, her tail flicking agitatedly.
He gazed up at her eyes, and bit his lip. Now.
He dumped his books on the floor, rushed to the desk, then threw his arms around her hips and kissed those soft red-brown lips sweetly, passionately. His body pressed against her, his chest shoving her breasts up between them.
She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed, squealing in surprise, then slid her legs around and shoved him to arms length, her chest heaving.
"Mi-mister...Durang...I..." she pushed her glasses back up on her nose. "I...I don't know what gave you the idea that....that I would make myself....available...to....you...." His hormones drove him on. He kissed her again, his hands reaching up and grasping at her tits, squeezing and groping his way into her blouse. She made a few more squeaks of displeasure, but as he broke the kiss off again, her body relaxed.
It was time for her to bite her lip. He saw in her eyes a hunger that he'd always suspected within her. She took him by the hand and led him behind her desk. She sat, then guided him to his knees.
His jaw fell. He'd played the scenario over again and again in his head, but he figured she would have screamed and kicked him out by now, and that he'd have to be content with whatever base he got to before the jig was up.
But she smiled at him. And leaned back. And uncrossed her legs.
Her thong was jet black, lace, and see through. Her pussy, it looked like....heaven to him â€" a perfect little snatch, her pubic hair trimmed into a thin black line.
Suddenly worried he might wake up before the good part, he needed no further prodding as he fell into her sweetness and buried his face in her flesh. He was young, eager, and finally presented with the woman of his darkest lusts. He had no time for subtlety.
He slipped her panties down over her knees, her breath catching every time his fingers touched her bare thighs, over her ankles, and then finally, off and over her high heels.
He lowered his lips down slowly, breathing hard hot breath on her sex, and then kissed her pussy gently as her whole body vibrated from a long, sustained murr.
Chris licked all along her labia, savoring the sweet thickness of her musk, his tongue flicking at her clitoris as her tail wrapped around his ankle and over his back. She grabbed at her own breasts and breathed deep as he began to work his way past her outer sweetness, his tongue slipping within her. He pressed a thumb against her clit, and she slouched even further in the chair for him, then wrapped her legs around his shoulders, slowly bucking her cunt into his eager mouth.
He could feel that she was nervous, just as terrified as he was. She made no sound as he went on, and from the corner or his eye he caught her occasionally leaning back to see if anyone was at the door. It bothered him that she was so distracted. So he picked up his pace, and licked and sucked at the sweetness of his teacher's warmth until she gripped the sides of the chair, her knuckles going white. She came in his mouth, her sticky fluids racing into his lips.
When he came up for breath, he saw a different woman. Her ears were straight back, her hair mussed, and at some point, she had taken off her glasses. She cleared her throat and shooed him away, putting her hair back into place. She stumbled on her heels as she made her way to the door, then pulled the curtain over the door's window.
Out of breath himself, he wiped his mouth as she sauntered around the classroom, closing the windows until they stood, face to face, in semi-darkness. He stood up, and leaned against the front of the desk.
"Mrs. Trevino. You're married. But I've wanted-"
Something hungry and violent flashed in her eyes. It silenced him.
For a long moment, nothing passed between them. He saw something warring within her, desire and professionalism.
Finally she sneered, and tore her shirt open, revealing her matching bra and her soft, bulging tits. She attacked him, pinning him against the desk, her tongue licking his lips as she tore open her bra, exposing her flawless, slightly brown nipples to him. She bent over and bit sweetly into his shoulder as her hands worked at his jeans, finally prying them loose.
She felt at the tip of his rock hard member for just a moment, then grinned madly and rubbed it against her snatch, a long sustained moan escaping her throat. Chris leaned his head back against the desk's edge as his teacher played his cock along her sopping snatch, completely shocked at well things had gone.
At the last moment, she sat on his cock, saying nothing, conveying nothing in her ecstasy. Her cunt gobbled his member greedily, and she immediately started bouncing up and down, building a slow steady rhythm, exhaling with pleasure with every thrust.
Her pussy was tight. Surprisingly so. He'd never put much thought into it, and he knew why. The eyes that smiled down at him as her pussy loved on his muscle were wise, intelligent mature, even if her bouncing tits and flawless juicy ass could have belonged on an eighteen year old. She might have been in her thirties, but her pussy gripped his cock like a fist, her wetness slickening each movement so perfectly, again, he wondered if sex this good ever happened in real life. He wondered if his friends had ever had a woman like-
"Stay," she whispered. She closed her eyes and craned her head to the ceiling, her pouting lips frowning in concentration. "Stay..." she said again. "Stay with me. Don't let your mind wander...I want your thoughts with me....when...you.........cum...."
It was all he could do then and there not to lose it, but he clenched the sides of the desk as she rubbed her pelvis against him, hilting herself on his pulsating cock. More long murrs and whispery oaths slipped from her as she worked him, her body bouncing so tantalizingly that he felt for a moment she might hypnotize him.
He thought, for the first time, of who she was. Mrs Trevino, a woman so brilliant, was interested in him. Her hunger for him was so palpable he could feel it in every vibration of her cunt, every undulation of those sweet breasts. She taught him new moves, her hips grinding against him like no other femme ever had. She smiled down at him, the care and passion in her eyes nearly choking him up.
After a good twenty minutes of bliss, his cock locked into her, she turned those dark eyes on him one last time...and nodded.
He opened his mouth, willing himself not to scream with pleasure, and finally, flooded his teachers womb with seed, bouncing cum off of her walls as she continued to buck him during the orgasm. She hissed and whispered and scratched at his chest with long fingernails as he came into her, punishing his body for the sweet fucking he gave her with every ounce of his strength.
Their backs arched, and their orgasms came....and went.
They stayed locked in that position.
And she began to laugh.
Finally, she collapsed atop him.
"Ca-call me," she said. "During Spring Break...I...need this again."
He smiled and reached down, rubbing her sopping rump with his hands, his fear of her, about his desires, long gone.
Finally, he thought.
She bit his shoulder again. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you to do that to me, Mr Durang. What the fuck took us so long?"