Excerpt from Loves Ghost
Tim gulped. The look his new tutor had given him wasn't all that harsh but Tim was finding it didn't take much from this well mannered, kindly, leopard to make him squirm when he knew he'd done something wrong.
"I swear I was going to do the homework but I just couldn't find enough information to finish the paper last night." Tim said half truthfully. He'd spent two hours last night chatting animatedly with Samantha on the new computer and realized only after she'd signed off to do her own homework that he'd left his until very late. She'd gotten on just after she got home from school and had signed off at about six o'clock but for Tim it had been midnight when he realized he still needed to write a five page paper on the pivotal battles of world war II that he'd barely started when he'd seen her name pop up in Q-Chat, the text messaging program they had agreed to use.
Mr. Silvestie wasn't buying it in the least and he let it show. "Alright, but since you must have managed to get nearly done tonight you'll have to finish the other assignment as well as tonight's homework and I'll expect them both to be turned in tomorrow morning."
"Ah but..." Tim started, but the look the teacher gave him made him shut his mouth with a snap. Tomorrow was Saturday and he normally wouldn't have needed to hand in any homework until Monday morning meaning he could have put both assignments off until Saturday afternoon and had plenty of time to finish them. Instead he'd have to work half the night (which he could afford to do on a Friday) to finish the assignments to hand in tomorrow morning instead. "Yes Sir." He said instead of finishing his previous thought.
The tutor sighed and nodded. "Alright then, since my lesson today for our last subject was to go over your paper and fill in any blanks I believe we can stop here for today. Your homework is to do the even problems at the end of chapter two in your algebra textbook. You have to show your work too don't just bring me the answers and expect me to let you get away with it."
Tim nodded morosely. Algebra was his worst subject ever and this was his first year to study it. At least the first few chapters were just basic stuff to bring him up to speed with what he'd already studied in previous math classes. It had just a bit of the new stuff thrown in to give him an idea of how difficult it was going to be. The pace his tutor was setting was actually rather slow considering that he'd missed a good portion of the first month of school. Instead of trying to cram everything in they were going to continue classes for an extra month into the summer vacation to make up for the lost time.
"Off with you then." The tutor said as he noticed Tim was still sitting there looking downcast. "You can probably save yourself from having to stay up all night if you use the extra time from class to get through with that paper. Then you'll just have the problems to complete after dinner."
Tim rose and shouldering his backpack left the library at a walk. He broke into a run once he was out of sight down the corridor. He climbed the stairs three at a time up to the third floor then hurried down the hall towards his room. He wanted to check his email for anything Sam might have sent when she woke up this morning. Since the difference was six hour when he rose at eight in the morning to get to class by nine it was still two o'clock so he wouldn't get anything she might have sent before she went to school until he was out of class for the day.
As he trotted up the well-carpeted hall and turned the corner into the corridor where his room was, he noticed one of the doors along the hall was slightly ajar. This was unusual because nobody but the maids ever came up here unless they were asked too and since it was Friday the maids should all have been somewhere in the west guest wing of the house doing the quarterly cleaning of the rooms there. Even though nobody lived in the west wing the sheets were changed, the rooms aired, and the furniture dusted.
He could hear muffled voices, one female and one male, coming from the room, as he got closer. He was no longer running and the carpet in the hall muffled his footsteps as he approached. Before he could start making out what the occupants were saying the voices stopped and for just a second nervous that the rooms occupants might come out and find him lurking outside the door he made to look as if he was just passing by.
He moved to the other side of the door and when nobody appeared he stepped up to it and peered through the crack. Since there was light spilling through out into the hallway he wasn't very concerned that his shadow would show up in the room so he stuck his head almost inside intending just to peek for a second. What met his eyes caused him to stop dead and stare.
Directly across from the door was a four-poster bed much like the one that had stood in the room he'd stayed in on his first night in the house. The bedspread had been casually tossed on the floor to one side. Leaning over the figure of a white furred ermine that looked only a little older than Timothy was, and who looked rather befuddled to boot, was Kelly the vixen. She had discarded her clothes somewhere out of sight and was leaning over the ermine wearing nothing but the silky smooth red and black fur god had bestowed on her at birth.
He tail was raised as she bent down near the ermine's throat. Tim couldn't see what she was doing there but since the ermine looked rather more confused than anything Tim decided she wasn't likely attacking him. His attention didn't remain on the ermine, who was still clothed in a casual butlers suit, for long anyway. Kelly was growling low and quietly as one of her hands stroked her own very swollen looking vagina with two fingers as she crawled slowly on hands and knees onto the bed to straddle the ermine.
"Uh..." the ermine's voice shook a little with anxiety. "Kelly... there's bound to be someone coming soon, are you sure this is a good idea?" he said in a squeaky, nervous, sort of whisper that Tim would have expected more from a mouse than the white ermine.
Kelly growled menacingly obviously getting tired of the ermines complaining. "Nobody is going to be coming anytime soon. The boy will be in class another hour at least and the other maids and butlers are off in the west wing. As she spoke her voice shifted noticeable from the menacing growl to a softer whine of pleading as she ground her crotch against the growing bulge in the ermine's pants.
As the ermine relented and began removing his shit and Kelly began unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off Timothy noticed a tangy scent on the air, coppery and mineral in essence. He wondered for a moment where it was coming from but was distracted as he realized his jeans were becoming an uncomfortably tight fit.
The bulge of his member was apparent as it lengthened down the leg of his pants and his eyes opened wide as he remembered the swollen, almost red vulva he had seen Kelly rubbing as she stalked onto the bed. She's in heat, he thought, almost absently, as he turned back to the crack in the door to continue watching. One of his hands, almost without his control, was already unbuttoning his jeans.
The ermine had lain back again on the bed, now fully undressed his large pink sex bounced up and down against his belly leaving a little wet spot on his fur. Kelly was straddling him again, this time with her rump pressing into the ermine's muzzle. She was gasping slightly as the ermine's hands came up to cup the curves of her rump and she lowered her head slowly, eyes half closed, towards his bobbing shaft and took it in her muzzle with a small whine of pleasure.
One of her hands held his penis, stroking the portion not in her muzzle, as her other hand cupped one of her breasts teasing the erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Timothy's shaft hung heavy and hard as he watched the two rocking against each other and squeezed his balls in one hand while the other slowly stroked the head of his cock his eyes were half closed as the scent surrounding him caressed the sensuality portions of his brain and nerves which would normally have lain dormant sent little shocks up his spine as his thumb rubbed softly against the opening at the tip of his shaft.
Kelly's hips were thrusting hard against the ermine's muzzle now and her stroking of his shaft had ceased as shivers of pleasure went up her body and her back arched with them. She was panting hard and Timothy could she that her eyes were glazed over with the pleasure not even seeing him though she was looking strait at the door where his face should be plainly visible. She barked sharply and turned on all fours suddenly pulling her rear away from the attentions the ermine had been lavishing on it.
Now that her rear was facing him and her body was no longer in the way Timothy could see fluids coursing down the vixen's thighs and matting the ermine's muzzle all the way down to his jowls.
Timothy shivered with delight as he got another look at the vixen's now slimy, red, and swollen tunnel still open slightly from the ermine's ministrations, revealing a lighter pink depth. He began stroking the entire length of his shaft rhythmically as the vixen crawled on her hands and knees into a better position away from the edges of the bed turning sideways to Timothy's view with her face away from the crack in the door.
The ermine had risen to his knees and his saliva slicked cock dangled in front of him like a pointer to heaven. As the vixen raised her tail the ermine was ready and grasping the tail's base he frantically, with the enthusiasm of the inexperienced, thruster towards her hot silky sex hole.
He missed on the first two thrusts his penis slipping between her legs. On the third he entered her like a battering ram squealing with frantic pleasure as the scent of her heat drove him into a passionate spurt of humping. The vixen, swollen as she was, didn't care of the ermine's inexperience with vaginal intercourse, all her most sensitive places were extra-sensitive now and the ermine was hitting enough of them. She yipped loudly over and over again as the ermine's balls slapped against her rump, splashing slightly in the fluids flowing down her thighs.
Timothy wondered that the yipping of the vixen wasn't going to bring the whole house but then realized that from the third floor where they were it was unlikely anyone would hear the noise much less come to find out who was making it. His own stroking had increased in speed as the pair in the room did. The sensation of pressure building in his lower belly was rising and he slowed the stroking slightly to hold off his orgasm until the pair had also finished.
As he watched the vixen suddenly gasped in ecstasy, eyes closed and body going rigid, as a gush of fluids burst from her hole to run in sticky streams down the ermine's legs and soaking his sack. He grunted in pleasure as he continued thrusting while the vixen's muscles flexed around his shaft driving him to the edge.
Timothy, watching the vixen's juices soak the ermine's fur and the sheets as well, let the tension that was building in him finally release. His eyes closed as his hand squeezed his cock as it stroked up to the flaring head and back again quickly. His other hand cupped in front of him to catch the cum as it shot from his penis filled suddenly with a hot, sticky, white mess as his orgasm crashed around him causing his hips to thrust forward involuntarily. He opened his eyes quickly to watch again at the crack in the door as his cum continued to spurt into his open palms. He wanted to see the ermine cum.
The ermine's breathing intensified and his thrusts lost their smooth rhythm and became erratic muscle spasms as his orgasm overcame him. The vixen, just recovering from her own orgasm, which had been exacerbated by the ermine's continued wild thrusting throughout, suddenly squealed. In surprise rather than ecstasy this time it appeared as she yelled at the ermine and dropped to her stomach suddenly to get him off of her.
"You idiot!" She cried as she dropped to her belly. "Don't cum in me! I'm in heat!" She yelled.
She was too late. Even as she dropped Tim could see a spurt of his cum only half finished within her soak the lips of her vulva as his cock came free. It was a weak spurt and obviously one of the last of his orgasm as only two more small ones followed it landing on the fur of her butt as she lay there still panting in terror, fury, and the afterglow of her orgasm.
Timothy sensed something coming that he would not want to witness as the ermine began speaking in a faltering hesitant voice. He didn't listen only turned and hurried down the hall towards his room and the adjoining bathroom, his half-flaccid penis flopping and his hands full of his own seed.
As he reached his door he heard a shriek of anger from the vixen behind him from within the room. He realized suddenly that with both hands covered in his cum he wasn't going to be able to open the door without leaving a good deal of it on the doorknob, and probably the carpet as well.
He didn't let himself think about it long knowing that if either the vixen or ermine caught him out here like this with his penis hanging out and cum in his hands he would be in trouble. Not the kind of trouble his mother would likely be involved in, but trouble all the same.
Without giving it much thought he raised his cupped hands to his muzzle and began gulping down his own seed. It had a sweet mineral taste to it that was complemented by the smell of the vixen's heat still lingering in his nostrils. He swallowed three mouthfuls before his hands were empty then licked what remained off the fingers of his right hand before reaching for the doorknob and rushing into the room.
He resisted the urge to slam the door shut as fast as he could behind him and pushed it too slowly and quietly watching through the crack until the last second to see if the shadow of either of the other room's occupants would appear in the hall. Then the door clicked shut and he slumped heavily against it breathing heavily with relief.
After a time he went into the bathroom and washed both of his hands then brushed his teeth thoroughly. When he was done he changed into clean boxers and a pair of shorts before sitting down at his computer and checking for any messages. Sam hadn't sent anything but he went ahead and wrote her a short message telling her that he wanted to chat with her later that night about something he'd seen today. Once the message was sent he sat back in his chair and sighed. Perhaps Sam would be turned on by the story and they'd have a little cyber-sex tonight.
He smiled at the thought and hit the send button. He wouldn't get a reply until her named appeared later on his Q-talk screen so he left the computer running and picked up the bag he had deposited near the door when he had re-entered. He'd almost forgotten it was on his back as he watched the couple in the room down the hall.
He settled down to his paper on world war two and began reading the last couple of paragraphs he'd written the previous evening. His mind wasn't in it. He was thinking about that wonderful and terrible night with Sam. He smiled as his mind wandered over the memories and his pencil slid from his hand to roll across the desk and onto the floor, the paper forgotten for the moment.