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Cypto's finger hovered over the button. But the way Doxxa's throat was closing over his cock, he almost twitched and triggered the digital trip in her implants before she was ready.

Down in his lap, the anthro panda looked up with glowing pink eyes that matched her bob of hot pink hair. Lifting her head, Crypto felt his cock slip out of her tight throat, before she lapped his length from base to tip at an agonizing slow crawl with her small tongue. Eventually, when Doxxa's tongue came away from the glans with a brazen little swirl, she threw him a serious look.

"Will you ditch the GUI already?" she whispered, as if anyone else in the toilets wouldn't have heard the teens slurping, gulping and moaning already. "I told you already, I want you inside me before you trigger the trip."

"Yeah, but the way you're going I might blow early," Crypto argued, making Doxxa's eyes roll.

Her hand stroked up and down the wet length a few times, making Crypto tighten, but not cum. "Yeah, right. The day I make you cum easily is the day I actually get to class on time."

True enough, they were supposed to be in class ages ago, but both of them had been feeling just a little needy, so they'd snuck off to the toilets. Except Crypto was the most stubborn boy she'd ever had inside her. She knew from experience she could suck and fuck the rat to her heart's content, go as hard as she wanted and pull out all the kinky tricks... other than a few dribbles of precum, Crypto would somehow hold back his orgasm until he was good and satisfied.

And she knew he wouldn't be satisfied until Doxxa was squirting all over this stall. Not that she was complaining.

The lavender furred panda flashed a smirk, jerking his cock quickly a few times, half expecting him to unload across her lovely face there and then. But other than tense a little, he held back with that confident fucking grin that was the bane of Doxxa's patience sometimes. Sometimes a girl just wanted a big salty load of cum on her face, and wanted it quick, y'know?

"I guess we might as well put this stubborn boner to use then," she said with a sigh before standing up.

Crypto really couldn't help be horny for Doxxa every time he saw her. He didn't have a particular 'type' to lust after. It was just everything about Doxxa fitted together just perfectly. She was just a little chubby, but in a good 'thicc' way. She had curves, rather nice breasts with bountiful cleavage his cock had been lost in before, as well as curvy hips that tapered into a slim mid-riff that Crypto simply loved holding onto. The way her body flowed was almost perfect, and when she turned and rode his lap, those wide hips settling down over his... imagine me doing the chef's finger kiss thing in appreciation of the hot thick panda girl.

On top of it all, Doxxa's outfit was sublime. Crypto usually kept it simple with a pair of cargo pants and a soft-shell jacket with sneakers. It suited his plain appearance as a pretty vanilla, grey furred rat. Other than being a little frazzled, a hole worn into the right knee of his pants and the neon green strips on his relatively new sneakers, he wasn't all that distinct.

Doxxa on the other hand lived loud and proud. The outfit she had picked out that morning was ostentatiously slutty. She was dressed to the role of cock-hungry slut with such enthusiasm that her outfit bordered on being a parody of itself.

She highlighted her assets with a low-cut blouse revealing some of the frills of her bra. Her mid-riff was exposed by the way she had tied up the ends of her open shirt, with black knee-socks and a pair of fuck-me heels on her feet. It was no surprise she often got pulled by the principal on school dress code. But by her own mischievous admission, she had him 'bent' to her will.

Finally her schoolgirl skirt was barely long enough to reach her mid-thigh, made altogether useless right now the way it was pulled up at the front. Draped across the tip, it was held up by the large throbbing cock hovering in front of Crypto's face, a small bead of her precum dribbling down to the furry sheath at the base. Her balls, though petite, hid her glistening nubile slit from view.

With that bit of impressive equipment, Doxxa technically wasn't entirely out of place in the boys' bathroom.

Doxxa wasn't much more complicated than a girl who'd purchased a cybernetic prosthetic. Though unlike Crypto's replacement arm in the wake of an accident, Doxxa had added a cock to her extremity arsenal purely for the fun of it. One that was as convincing as the real thing, if she were a mythological dragon of course.

Almost as long as Crypto's though arguably a little thicker with a firm, perpetual knot at the base, the length was decorated with little ribs and dots, 'for the principal's pleasure' she would often put it. The tip, quite like a cylindrical arrowhead, glistened where she caught a drop of precum in her fingers and excitedly rubbed the sensitive glans. Her self-pleasure made her hips buck a little and Crypto noticed a little flow of feminine excitement join the party, dripping down the fur on her inner thigh.

Her prosthetic was top of the range. Fully integrated into her body, unsheathing and operating exactly as you would expect a cock to do, and lined with all the right synthetic nerve endings. The thing could even pulse and cum when she orgasmed. Though she hadn't purchased the 'live semen' upgrade with this model.

And while the balls didn't refill themselves, the manual refill procedure was a bit of fun in its own right. Crypto had helped her a few times with the refill catheter, but Doxxa had enjoyed his tender touch so much refilling her balls had become a little counter intuitive.

Turning, Doxxa pressed her hands and breasts against the stall door, watching him with a smile as she pushed out her tight ass seductively. "You gonna stand there gawking all day or are you gonna make me cum all over this stall wall?" she asked, her cock throbbing in anticipation.

How ever could Crypto decline such a polite offer? He was on his feet in a second, one hand on her shapely hip while the other directed his cock to slip up under her skirt. He found the amazing globes of her ass first, sliding his member up between those glorious soft buns. The soft fur over his slippery length felt divine and he was pretty sure he could just get off rubbing his cock between her cheeks for a while.

But he knew full well as great as her ass was, having unloaded across it at least a dozen times this month alone, there was an even better prize to be had. Doxxa was no stranger to sex, and Crypto's was probably by far the smallest cock she'd had inside her - not counting the school principal, though he never got inside her, she got inside him.

Doxxa was still tight as a vice. And as his crown speared open her sodden, eager lips from behind, when he finally found her opening and the right angle to enter with, Crypto struggled to get in. her mouth squeezed over his tip, wet and slippery but so tight it felt like trying to force a square peg into a round hole. And only a few days ago Doxxa had been bent over in this very stall, doubled over to let Crypto slam his cock into her throat, bulging it out with every thrust while an equine friend of theirs sat behind her, the panda bouncing on his enormous horse cock that looked like it re-arranged her organs every time she impaled herself on it.

For the amount Doxxa fucked, her pussy should have been a gaping hole hanging open like an over-stuffed roast beef sandwich. But thanks to the miracle of bioaugmentation technology, her pussy was as tight as it had been when she was a virgin.

Bit by bit he squeezed into her sodden canal. She was so wet and slippery it should have been easy, but her walls formed such a vice the going was slow. At least until he hilted into her, all of his cock hugged by that trembling little hot-box while the soft globes of her ass pressed against his pelvis. Crypto immediately had one arm around her waist, hugging the soft, curvy panda tight against him while the other hand clenched around her slender little throat.

Doxxa in in the meantime threw her head back, keening softly at the ceiling, little mutterings begging for him to ravage her escaping her parted lips. Her cock hung in the wind, bobbing as she clenched her tunnel down on the long cock settled inside her canal, piercing her all the way up into her core. She felt him press against a sensitive little button, but there wasn't that initial piercing pain like when she was impaled by a cock the size of her barrel, forcing its way deeper into her womb than should have been healthy. It was a soft, tender little smooch that made a loving little "Oh~!" escape her throat.

And that was from the girl who became a potty-mouthed dirty little whore at the heights of pleasure. Somehow Crypto always fucked her just right, bringing out all the sweet little noises she'd never been known for.

Feeling her pussy stretch, giving just a little more wriggle room, Crypto started to roll his hips. There was no slow work up to it. they were late enough for class as it was. He just started fucking her in earnest. Quickly the quiet toilets came alive with the music of excited, frantic teenage sex; wet slurps from Doxxa's pussy; the slap of his furry balls on her sighs; the clack of Doxxa's high heels on the floor as her ankles buckled and she quickly re-positioned her trembling legs; Doxxa singing sweetly with pleasure, sounds no mortal aside from Crypto had heard her make.

But Crypto didn't cum easily. He never came easily, and despite her moans for more, Doxxa cursed him in the back of her head. She loved every bit of his rapid-fire thrusts, she loved having his cock ravage her pussy and send automatic little electric tingles through her cock from the tip right down to the base. Her body flexed back to enthusiastically meet every thrusts and her nails left a series of gouges in the wall she was being driven into, arms trembling to hold herself up, breasts flattened against the surface which she had one cheek pressed helplessly against. Her eyes had rolled up into the back of her skull and her mouth hung open, tongue out and dribbling uncontrollably all over the place.

The sounds of her pussy getting ravaged got louder, wetter. Her cock felt like it was on fire. A tenseness, like an urgent need to pee formed on the ribbed glans. She could feel her balls churning, ready to release... but Doxxa's orgasms were always a bit reserved. She could cum like a porn-star all day long, but she never squirted. And by extension, she never really ejaculated unless there was something - a mouth, a hand, a pussy, an ass, anything really - wrapped around her cock. But there was nothing quite like cumming hands-free, to be fucked so good that she came, shooting her load all over the place without so much as having a breath touch her cock.

Feeling his own balls churn and a desperate need to release rising in the base of his throbbing cock, Crypto had just what Doxxa needed. As he fucked her at a relentless pace, savouring the soft, cuddly curves of the panda while appreciating the mindless orgasmic expression plastered all over her aspect, Crypto slid one hand up her body, then tapped the interface on his cybernetic arm. He brought up a link to Doxxa's own cybernetic interface and sent a code packet.

It was a 'digital trip.' Small, elegantly coded... and like all the fun shit in the world, super illegal.

Crypto felt his cum churn up against a dam in the base of his cock, held on tight for a moment to build up pressure, then thrust deep one last time, the tip kissing Doxxa's cervix as he finally released. His cock swelled inside her tight canal as the semen rushed up through the tubes, then released in a hot, constant torrent deep into Doxxa's womb. She felt it slosh into her belly, not sharp bursts of cum irrigating her insides bit by bit. Crypto had the unique ability to just release, like a power hose shooting up inside her, a constant stream of cum filling Doxxa to the brim, then filling her some more.

Then Crypto executed the digital trip.

"Ohhhhh, Gooooo-hhhh-aaawwwdd~!" she squealed mindlessly. Her hips, her legs, every extremity from her fingers and toes right down to the tip of her cock trembled with ecstasy.

Code rushed through her cybernetics, interfaced with her central nervous system and lit up all the best parts in her body. Every pleasure centre, every cluster of erogenous nerves, all of it activated, all at once. And what followed was a full-body orgasm.

Cypto stepped back, his cock slipping from her canal with a pop and a glug as an excess flow of his cum escaped down her inner thigh. Then standing back, he watched the lewd show play out.

Doxxa was a shivering wreck. She almost lost her footing and collapsed to the floor. It had happened a few times in the past, but today she managed to hold herself up. Without being penetrated, without being touched at all, she shuddered and moaned on the spot, a spray of fluids shooting down her thighs and pooling on the floor between her fuck-me-shoes. She was standing a little knock-kneed, heels pointed outward with her ass stuck out and grinding at the air, as if she was trying to find Crypto's cock back.

Her own cock in the meantime twitched. Crypto saw the appendage swell, the small draconic barbs at the crown flexing out as if to set itself in place. Then a vein along the underside swelled, right to the tip, which released a long spurt of synthetic cum, splattering the sticky viscous liquid all up against the stall's wall. The torrent subsided, then she flexed again, the cock lifting her skirt back up a little as a second spurt plastered the wall. Then a third.

It wasn't until about the sixth spurt that the pressure subsided. The seventh and eighth just dribbled down the shaft of her cock and mingled across her furry sheath, dripping from her balls.

A bright red blush showed through the fur on her cheeks as Doxxa's lights flicked back on somewhere behind her eyes. Her glowing pupils focused back in view and still agog in the aftershocks of pleasure sending erratic little spasms from her head down to her toes, she looked back at the rat taking in the whole beautifully erotic scene.

"Liked that, did you?" Crypto said smirking.

Doxxa wanted to tell him to shut it, but she couldn't quite manage sounds more sophisticated than a shuddering moan just yet. The digital trip known as 'Source Code' was still sending the odd spasm of pleasure code reeling through her body as it cleaned itself up over the next couple of cycles. Event logs were scrubbed, self-executing routines were deleted. In a few moments no evidence of her cybernetic orgasm would be left... except for the small puddle between her feet and the mess she'd left up the side of the stall.

Source Code's runtime was about fifteen seconds in all, from the point of execution to the moment the pleasurable aftershocks finally began to subside enough for the user to re-join polite society.

Though there was nothing polite about Doxxa. Turning, she squatted down and slid Crypto's cum-glazed cock into her mouth, letting the semi-hard rod slip down into her bottomless throat. She had her lips pursed over where the base met his sheath, a free hand holding the toilet lid for balance while the other cradled his balls, massaging out the last dregs of his load down her gullet. She eventually pulled back and licked him clean, by which time her own cock had softened and retreated back into its sheath.

"You should fucking know," Doxxa said warningly, "that you're going to have to help me fill these again." She cradled her own synthetic balls, and Crypto smirked.

"You know how counter-productive that always turns out."

Doxxa bit her bottom lip with a smile. "I'm counting on it, actually."

Once they were reasonably dressed and presentable, the duo left the stall, gathered their backpacks, then stepped out of the toilets. The corridor outside was mostly abandoned, except for an elderly coyote with a pronounced beer gut sweeping the floor by some lockers. The janitor looked up, spotting the familiar duo with a deep sigh. He knew full well that if those two left the toilets together, there would be a massive mess to clean up. So, he turned and walked off to fetch a mop.

Doxxa paid the man no mind, turning to grab Crypto by the face and kiss him possessively. She didn't care who saw and made a point of slipping her tongue into his mouth, pressing her whole body against the rat as they kissed deeply and passionately.

When she finally backed up, a string of drool still connected her lip to his.

"See you later tonight?" she asked.

Crypto chuckled. "Are you seriously not satisfied yet?"

"Never," she said with a wolfish smile, then added, "I'm not talking about you coming over to fuck me again, even though that would be nice. Didn't Proksy say she'd have the new version of Source Code finished by tonight?"

Crypto nodded. When it came to the digital trip, he was just a street-corner distributor. The coder was a hacker friend of theirs. And Doxxa's darknet server farm served as the primary host for web-wide advertising and online distribution.

"Great," Doxxa purred. "I look forward to us testing the new version before uploading it tonight."

She then turned on her heel and seductively sauntered off.

When that amazing ass turned the corner and out of view, Crypto shook his head with a smile then turned the opposite way to head for his class. When he got there, the welcome was understandably cold. No surprise, given he was almost an hour late.

The final bell rang even as Crypto stood sheepishly in the doorway. Make that just about an hour late.

Deputy Principal Mrs Taylor didn't look the slightest bit amused standing at the front of the class, one hand on her hip, the other holding up a textbook as she peered at him over the top of her glasses.

The vixen was quite a stereotype when it came to her appearance. As in, she was a smoking hot female fox, she was a sexy teacher somewhere in her early thirties and she was dressed formally, but seductive all the same. Her blouse was buttoned up all the way, hugging her slim profile as well as the ample breasts through which the outline of high-end lingerie was just about visible. Her hips were wrapped in a black pencil skirt, pulled taught around the globes of her ass, and her long, slender legs were clad in opaque tights, her outfit completed by a pair of glossy black six-inch pumps.

She didn't move, watching the young rat even as the class full of students jumped up and gathered their stuff. Crypto took that as a cue and whirled around to leave.

"Mister Edison, a word!" Mrs Taylor called loudly, her voice like the crack of a whip over the bustle of students scrambling to head home.

Crypto froze just outside the doorway, then with a sigh managed to push his way back inside. He could have just disappeared. Because, what the fuck was Mrs Taylor going to do about it? Hell, Crypto spent so damn little time in actual classes, why even bother showing up for school?

The answer was quite simple. Clientele. Teenagers were ludicrously horny and the primary consumers of pretty much all the digital trips on the market. And with Source Code being so popular at Arcadia High, regardless how the faculty tried to crack down on it, Crypto's fellow students were his main money-maker.

And oddly enough, so were some of the teachers. Which was why he didn't run when Mrs Taylor called him.

When the last student finally left, Mrs Taylor turned and walked to her desk, giving Crypto an incredible look at the tightly clad outline of her ass in that pencil skirt.

"Shut the door, Mister Edison," she snapped tersely, interrupting the rise of his half-chub.

Seeing where this was going, Crypto nodded and did what he was told. An electronic lock kicked in as Mrs Edison sat in her chair, crossed her elegant legs and tapped the controls glowing on her desk. With another tap of a painted nail the windows lining the room frosted over into a privacy setting. She'd engaged her 'do-not-disturb' mode, typically used for when she was dealing with school administration affairs, scolding a naughty student, or securing a little private time with the bullet vibrator she kept in the top drawer of her desk.

Managing a smile, crypto moved over and sat on the edge of her desk, close enough to her to be chummy, just not close enough to rub her leg with his own - as inviting as her stockinged thighs were for him to reach out and run his hand along. He still savoured her lean, leggy looks though. All the boys, and even some of the girls, even Doxxa, did all the time. She was a popular teacher, it just had little to do with her skill as a teacher.

"How are you today, Missus Taylor?" Crypto asked brightly.

The vixen scowled a little deeper. "You know damn well the answer to that question, Mister Edison," she snapped.

He'd been on her bad side before, but Crypto was still taken aback. The terse, austere look was usually let down in private settings like this. The fact she was keeping up the attitude meant one thing. She was genuinely pissed.

"I, uh... I'm sorry about missing class, Missus Taylor. I was-... uh..." Crypto struggled to come up with an excuse.

"I'm not interested in hearing about your dirty little trysts with that Doxxa girl, Mister Edison," Mrs Taylor continued. She narrowed her eyes angrily. "I'm not angry you missed class. You're a lost cause, I've accepted that much."

The woman paused, then let out a small breath as if she'd been holding it. Her expression loosened a little, but not enough to put Crypto at ease just yet.

She continued, "I'm not angry at you, Mister Edison... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap."

Crypto felt his shoulders slouch a little with relief and he nodded. "Oh... no, it's okay. I'd be pissed if I were in your situation too, Missus Taylor."

Though Crypto wasn't one for the concept of marriage, he could understand how the woman could be pissed off by her marital problems. In Crypto's opinion her husband was a fucking idiot. Instead of fucking this absolutely gorgeous woman into a screeching stupor every night, he was getting his jollies form online thots barely older than Crypto was. About a year back, he'd had a hand in helping Mrs Taylor figure out why her husband had been so physically distant with her. Simping, as it turned out, was a curse that had befallen Mr Taylor for some strange reason.

Crypto couldn't figure it out, how a man could have such a sexy woman in his bed every night and still throw all his seed and money at an e-girl who did little more than touch herself and call out his name while getting fucked by another man, but only if his donation was big enough to out-perform the thousands of other guys afflicted with the same bullshit. Just trying to rationalise it all made Cryto's head spin.

His own opinion on the curse that was online thottery aside, Mrs Taylor had fallen into a desperate need for sex she just was not getting anywhere else. She was too loyal to her husband for some reason, so she wasn't going to fuck an interested and very willing student of hers, much to Crypto's disappointment. Not for lack of trying to convince her though.

Instead, she got her jollies through digital trips. Specifically, Source Code. And Crypto was her main supplier. Actually he was the only supplier, but we digress.

Watching her now, Crypto noticed Mrs Taylor was squirming in her seat, rubbing her thighs together and shifting her weight from one soft ass-cheek to the other constantly. Her right shoe dangled from her toes as she seemed fidgety in an attempt to distract from the heat burning between those luscious sleek thighs. Crypto wondered how long it had been since Mrs Taylor had gotten her rocks off. She hadn't come back to him for a supply of Source Code in a month, and it was exam season...

He gauged it had probably been a while just trying to make do with her vibrator hoping the batteries would last.

"I don't need your pity, Mister Edison," the woman seethed. She was clearly horny, and all the more frustrated that she had to turn to her student, a student she didn't even like to begin with, for help. "Just give me more Source Code."

Crypto nodded, then pulled up a holo-board projected from a node on his left wrist. Across his local stores were numerous files. One that caught Mrs Taylor's eye was 'SRC_2.4.exe.'

The disappointment in on her face was noticeable, causing Crypto pause.

"Isn't the new version out yet?" she asked, steadily letting more of her sexual frustration surface in her voice. Realising, she quickly lowered her voice to a hushed whisper. "You said the new version would be out today. That it would give a longer lasting orgasm. Fifteen seconds isn't long enough any more."

Crypto frowned. "Missus Taylor, have you maybe tried just having sex? I know Source Code is great and convenient, quick and to the point. But sometimes the body just craves the motions, y'know? Foreplay, the build-up. The contact. The mutual climax." He smiled kindly and reaching forward he gently put a hand on her thigh. "You know I'm here for you, whatever you need I can-..."

"Stop!" Mrs Taylor hissed suddenly, her eyes widening. Clearly this conversation wasn't helping her situation any. She slapped his hand away and straightened up a little. "I told you, Mister Edison, I'm not interested! Just... do you have the new version or not?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I got it. But you have to know, it's in beta phase. There might be a glitch or two."

"I don't care. Give it to me." She tapped her smart-watch and brought up a holo-panel. Accessing her personal funds, she immediately spun over a couple of hundred credits to Crypto, taking him by surprise. "Here's some extra. I don't care. Just give it to me."

Nodding, Crypto established a secure link to Mrs Taylor's subtle internal cybernetics and spun a file named 'SRC_3.0beta.exe' over. He then cut the link and idled awkwardly on the spot for a moment.

"What?" Mrs Taylor seethed impatiently.

"Well, uh... maybe I should stick around while you activate that exe," Crypto offered, Mrs Taylor's expression turning livid.

"What? No! Never! Get out!" she jabbed a finger in the direction of the door.

But Crypto held up his hands gesturing her to calm down. "No, I'm serious. Like I said, this version of Source Code is in beta. If something goes wrong it's better to have me here to fix it. Or are you going to risk the world finding out you're buying digital trips off a student by going to hospital if something glitches out?"

Mrs Taylor bit her lip thoughtfully, then shifted in her seat. "Fine... fine! But you turn around, you little pervert. And don't you dare even sneak in a peek."

Crypto stepped back as Mrs Taylor stood, nodding affirmative. He turned on the spot, hearing the light shift of fabric as she pulled up her skirt, then pulled down her panties. She then pulled her skirt down again and Crypto heard the creak of her chair as she sat back down.

"Just be sure to let me know if something feels off or weird, okay?" Crypto asked as he looked over his shoulder.

Mrs Taylor lounged back in her chair, legs spread. The moment he looked over she snapped her knees together and scowled at him. Crypto quickly turned away again with a secret little smirk.

"Looking away. Got it. Looking away for serious now."

There was a small blip as she brought up her cybernetics interface again and executed the file. Crypto could tell it was starting to work the way her high heels clicked, her legs beginning to squirm on their own accord. The woman's breathing grew faster and huskier, until it sounded like she was on light jog.

"Sounds like a promising start," Crypto said, feeling the tip of his cock peek out of his sheath.

"Quiet," Mrs Taylor hissed shakily. "Don't... oh, God... don't talk."

Crypto glanced over, catching a glimpse of Mrs Taylor's reflection in the frosted windows. She didn't notice him sneak a peek. She was far too pre-occupied for that.

She was lounging back in her chair, ass just about drifting off the seat cushions as she arched her back. Her eyes were clenched shut as her shaking legs sprawled out in an unladylike manner, nails digging desperately into the armrests. Her hips were trembling as Source Code's latest beta, much like how it had done with Doxxa, snuck into her pleasure centres and started firing off all the right electrical signals like a complex, choreographed fireworks display.

He saw her lips peel back into a snarl, before she finally released a climactic moan she'd been struggling to hold in thus far.

"Oh, God!" she wheezed in a higher pitch than normal. "Here... here it comes... I'm... I'm going to... ooooooh~!"

Her voice trailed off into a long moan, before she very suddenly squealed and sat bolt upright. Her eyes were wide with surprise and her mouth hung open. She was doubled over as if in pain, but if the way her whole body shook from her toes up to her fingertips, and the exasperated moans escaping her throat was anything to go by, it was like she was on the verge of orgasm. Right there on the cusp, teetering over the blissful precipice that plunged into an abyss of relief and satisfaction...

Except she was wearing a bungee-chord and instead of letting the abyss take her, she bounced back up to the precipice again.

"What..." she whispered. "What's going... oooooh~!"

She threw her head back again and almost flopped out of her seat. Again, she rose to the moment just before absolution... but instead of orgasm there was a brick wall that she threw herself headfirst into.

"I can't cum," she whined desperately. Her hands flew over her body, rubbing her breasts through her blouse, snaking down the front of her skirt to rub her swollen, burning pussy. "Why can't I-...?" again her voice rose into a squeal, the digital trip taking her to the point of orgasm, holding her at that delight... and denying just a second later.

Crypto whipped around, frowning. There was a distinct bulge in the front of his pants. How could he help that, the way his sexy teacher was writhing in her chair, desperately fondling herself as she lamented on the precipice of orgasm, not quite able to bring herself over into that relief she so craved for too long. It was a wonderfully erotic show, a bit like watching Doxxa cum all over the place without so much as a hand laid on her. Mrs Taylor's whole body shook, her aspect twisted into an expression of pure bliss, long sumptuous legs that begged to be touched trembling all over as they hung open, fingers under her skirt rubbing small fitful circles across the wet pink flesh exposed between her furry nether-lips.

He could honestly get off watching Mrs Taylor squirm in pleasure like that for a while. But something was obviously very wrong. Hurriedly Crypto linked himself into her cybernetics, then called on a few old tricks to give himself enough administrative access to see what was happening. Most people, least of all a technically ignorant individual like Mrs Taylor would know they could change the factory default admin password for accessing their cybernetics. It was an easy trick for Crypto to fall back on when he needed to force his way into somebody...

That sounded a little rapey. Then again, perhaps jacking into somebody's cybernetics without their permission was technically rape. Crypto honestly didn't know. But he didn't know what was happening to Mrs Taylor either, and frankly he'd prefer to find out before the woman blew something important.

Mrs Taylor bolted upright, doubling over again as she plunged her fingers into her sodden, cawing snatch. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of surprise and panic, watching Crypto browse through a holo-panel interface linking him with her internal systems. She didn't seem angry about him being in the room while she was getting off anymore, given she had greater concerns.

Crypto's inventory of Mrs Taylor's cybernetics didn't take long. She didn't have many by modern standards. A few health and fitness monitors, heightened metabolism augmentations that helped her maintain her killer figure. She also had the fairly common cerebral implants, with a less common and pricey storage augment allowing for greater long-term memory space along with perfect data recall.

It was in the default cerebral interface where Crypto found the problem. "Uh-oh."

Mrs Taylor squealed, her body seizing for a moment as she hit the precipice of orgasm again, then fell back into longing desperation. "What do you mean, uh-oh!?" she managed to ask steadily enough.

"Err... the digital trip is stuck. It doesnt realise you're hitting the point of orgasm already and it just keeps looping back."

"So, fix it! Oh, fu-huuuuuuuhhhhckkkk~!" she clenched her jaw and put her head between her knees, her fingers now making wet sucking noises as they plunged in and out of her desperate snactch. A wet patch was forming across the back of her skirt and in the cushion of her seat.

"I'm not sure..." Crypto paused, then rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "We, uh... we have to unstick the routine."

"Then do that for fuck's sake!"

"Well I can't do it in the software, the routine is already running. It's locked in place until it receives the signal that you've... oh." A lightbulb sprang to life in Crypto's brain. "The routine cancels and finishes when you orgasm. Mrs Taylor, you've got to finish."

"I'm working on it!" she seethed through clenched teeth. Her expression changed suddenly to bliss as for a second, she thought her fitful fingering did the trick... then she crashed back into frustration as the cycle repeated. "Fuck! Can't... can't you just end task or something?"

"I tried. That didn't work. Mrs Taylor, we have to make you orgasm. Maybe I should..." he was already moving closer when her gaze snapped up at him, angrily again.

"No! I know what you're thinking, you little perv! Don't touch me! This is your fault!"

"Hey, I told you the new version may be glitchy. We haven't finished beta testing! Look, I want to help. Just let me." He reached out to touch her, but the vixen pulled away again.

Raising his hands with a shrug, Crypto then stepped back. "Okay, then. You can take your chances with the hospital then. I'm sure they'll have questions about why a teacher is buying digital trips form one of her students."

As Crypto went to leave the room, Mrs Taylor's cries grew desperate again. He made sure to move slow, dragging out his exit. And to her credit, she didn't cry out again until he actually had his hand on the door handle.

"Mister Edison!" she called, then paused, considering her next words carefully. "K-Korbin, wait... p-please... co-come back. I'm sorry. Plea-please. I have to c-c-cum. Help me." Her eyes fell shut and her nails almost broke off in the armrest as a fresh seizure ravaged her body. "Oh, God~! P-p-please. I... I need you."

Crypto managed to wipe the smirk form his face and whipped around. He gave her a solemn nod then walked back. Then, even more boldly than before, he scooped his cybernetic arm under her legs and supported her lower back with the other, effortlessly lifting the woman from the chair. She held on to him, shuddering like a nervous princess eagerly waiting to get fucked, the let herself settle on the edge of her desk. Crypto then quickly cleared the surface with a swipe of his arm and helped her lay back.

His hands were all over her gorgeous legs. Sleek, slender thighs and calves clad in silky hose he'd only ogled from afar were now in his grip, pulled apart by his efforts. He took the task of helping Mrs Taylor dutifully, but he still took a moment to enjoy her sexiest assets.

Hooking his fingers under her skirt, he pulled the taught dark fabric, now sodden through by the woman's free-flowing desperation up over the soft curves of her ass. Then, with her calves resting on Crypto's shoulders, he inspected her desperate yoni.

The sight was to be expected. Here was a woman who put nothing other than her own fingers or a tiny vibrating toy in herself. A woman whose husband wouldn't touch her, so no other man could touch her either. A woman whose jollies were mostly got through a digital trip, negating the need to even penetrate herself to reach orgasm. As a result, she had the tight, closed quim of a nubile young woman just over the cusp of adulthood.

Still, with her abject desperation, her swollen pussy parted slightly down the middle on its own, the inviting tender pink flesh glistening between the sodden folds of russet fur.

The musk that rose from between her thighs was intoxicating. A pleasant, warm scent of sex invited Crypto in, hinted with a little bit of the strong perfume that always followed Mrs Taylor around.

"Just try to relax, Missus Taylor. And try to enjoy yourself too." He offered a consoling little smile.

"Korbin, just get to it before I change my mind!" she squealed, legs kicking at the air as she rose to another faux-orgasm.

Easing his face downward, he pressed his mouth against hers, breathing that gorgeous musk in deeply. His erection was pressing painfully against the inside of his pants, but he didn't want to move his hands off the globes of her perfect ass to adjust his own garments.

Crypto held there for a moment, enjoying the warmth of her quim against his mouth, the scent of her sex in his nostrils. There was a certain urgency to the situation of course, but he couldn't help enjoy those few seconds, salivating in anticipation for her taste.

Mrs Taylor then grunted with frustration.

"This is stupid. I don't know why I asked you to help. You should just go-... ooohhh-ffffuuu-HUUUUUHHHHCKKKK~!"

Crypto's strong tongue dipped into opening, swirled for a moment, then lapped up across her burning clit. He hooked the tip under the fleshy hood at the top of her slit, then worked the sensitive nub of flesh, hard and consistent strokes.

He wasn't a degenerate drooling savage who did this because he liked the taste of pussy, though Mrs Taylor tasted as good as she smelled. Crypto had always loved the slow work up to sex, rather than the climax itself. And that went not only for himself, but his partner too. The more gorgeous the woman the better it felt to turn her into a squirming, whimpering mess. Though often times it was the squirming and whimpering that made her gorgeous. He glanced up over her flat belly, between the firm mounds of her breasts to catch that gaping, blissful expression on the vixen's face. That was his favourite part, seeing that face.

The way her eyes were shut, the way her lips were parted and the sweet song of pleasure rolling out of her throat made his cock strain so painfully against his pants that he lamented to take his hands of her beautiful thighs in order to free his erection.

Still, he didn't touch himself, getting his grip back to Mrs Taylor's firm body as quickly as possible.

But as much as Mrs Taylor was enjoying his attention, digging her nails into the top of his head and raking her fingers through his hair, there was something missing.

"This isn't working, Korbin," she whimpered. "I need you. I want something inside me."

Crypto lifted his lips a little, a thick bow of saliva mingled with Mrs Taylor's liquid enjoyment of his ministrations connecting the tip of his tongue to her fleshy folds. It took him long enough to figure out what she was saying, and Mrs Taylor suddenly put it to him blatantly.

"Get up. Fuck me, Korbin. Fuck my pussy, please. I need it."

Her voice heightened into a pitchy squeal and Crypto quickly jumped into action. Keeping her thighs spread with his hands, he stood and leaned forward. She immediately clasped him into a tight hug, pressing his face down between her breasts. He couldn't see what he was doing, so went by feel, clenching so his cock firmed and blindly aimed the tip into her canal.

The crown pierced her outer folds with a wet squelch. He felt the heat sink down over him, divine soft, warm flesh yielding and opening to eagerly allow him passage. Then he pressed forward into that hot pussy he'd dreamt about in the back of class for over a year now.

Mrs Taylor's eyes became saucers, mouth agape as she gasped so hard she almost choked. Then the corners of her mouth turned up and her expression turned just a little ditzy while she collapsed back down to the desk.

Her whole body flexed as he settled into her depths. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was gaping up at the wall. One hand grabbed a hand full of Crypto's sweater, pulling hard so he knew not to deprive her of even an inch of that wonderful cock sliding into her core, while the other hand reached up to grip the edge of the desk beside her head, just in case she fell of the Earth.

"Oh, God!" She moaned between gasps. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fucking God, it's so big! How are you so big!?"

Crypto honestly had no idea how to answer that. He'd never thought himself any bigger than any other dude his age and size. And he didn't have any cyber-junk augmentations like Doxxa had, so just lucky he guessed.

Figuring it was more of a rhetorical question anyway, Crpyto held on to Mrs Taylor's beautifully shapely waist and rolled his hips against hers. Slowly at first, then increasing in pace as Mrs Taylor clearly approved of what he was doing.

"Harder," she ordered. "Harder, Korbin! It's so deep inside me! So thick and hot! Fuck me! Fuck me harder."

One hand curled around the edge of the desk beside her shapely hip for leverage and Crypto increased the pace. The wet slaps of his balls slapping against her furry ass mingled with each other as he humped fervently, harder and faster than a dog in heat desperate to cum into his bitch. He was like a jackhammer, his cock sliding in and out of her arousal lubed cavity like an industrial piston, aggressively plundering her trove, leaving the woman crying out at the top of her lungs.

"That's it!" she hissed. "Don't stop! Keep going! I want it like that!"

As stubborn a boy as he was, his stamina the bane and fantasy of women at the same time, at this rate there was no holding him back for very long. And it was to his disappointment when he glanced at a time readout on his wrist that he'd only been pounding Mrs Taylor for about an hour before he felt something in his groin tighten.

Still, despite the fun at least time hadn't flown by. And finally he got to enjoy every slippery inch of Mrs Taylor's wonderful pussy. He got to feel her flex and squirm under his ministrations as she sang her praises for his cock.

His balls churned and Crypto wheezed. "Missus Taylor..."

"Are you cumming, Korbin? Are you going to cum for your teacher!?" she asked with a breathless moan. She could feel him clench and swell inside her and rocked her hips against his thrusts encouragingly.

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

"Do it then!" Mrs Taylor pleaded. "It's what I want! It's what I need! I've missed the feeling of a big cock exploding into my womb! I need to feel your cum inside me! Cum for me you dirty little pervert! Fill me to the brim!"

He hardly needed telling. His fingers dug into her fur, gripping whole handfuls of her as he pressed forward hard, three final times before thrusting up against the neck of her womb, the tip settling in just firmly enough to make her jolt with surprise. Then he released.

Like with Doxxa it wasn't spurts of thick cum, but rather a long, solid torrent as if she'd shoved a shower head up her cunt and turned the water on full blast.

Mrs Taylor's back arched off the desk as one hand reached down and grabbed Crypto around the waist, her heels digging into his thighs so there was no escape until he'd deposited everything he had deep inside her womb. Her mind went completely blank, and it would be a few hours before she thanked herself for having the foresight of engaging her contraception implants. In the meantime she was just savouring the long gout of cum running into her like a warm, sticky river, warming her very core until she blushed through the fur on her cheeks.

Source Code running rampant in her cybernetics finally realised it was happening and completed its cycle. Mrs Taylor keened, her hips grinding against Crypto's as her nails set into his neck. Keeping his face buried into her warm cleavage.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..." she whispered softly as the tremor of pleasure rolled from her toes curling in her shoes, up her calves and slender thighs, rippled through her vaginal walls and clenched Crypto's hard, pulsing member filling her like she'd never been filled before. It jetted up her spine, ignited fiery pleasure in her nipples like she was being tickled, settled in a buzzing sensation behind her lips and made her whole perception of up and down flip about on itself. The room was spinning, and it took several moments for hr to realise her thighs were very wet.

As was Crypto's fur. Her skirt was sodden through. She'd squirted all over her cock, somewhat to her amazement. Even her husband, back when they were still frantic young lovers who couldn't keep their paws off each other, had never managed to make her cum so hard.

She chalked it up to the digital trip more than Crypto's performance. Even still - it had been Crypto's cock that had got hr there.

Her breasts heaved heavily with every long breath. She sucked it in through her nose and released through her mouth like an athlete desperately trying to get her fluttering heartbeat under control. Nothing was stopping it though, especially with the eclectic after shocks still making her legs shudder and twitch as the last few dregs of Crypto's cum trickled up through her cervix.

Holy fuck, how is he still cumming? She thought dreamily to herself, clenching her pussy on his iron rod again. And he's still hard? He feels like he's ready to go again.

The mere suggestive thought made her canal slicker with excitement than before.

"Oh, Korbin," she breathed unsteadily as she pressed the back of a slender hand across her forehead. "Look at what you've done to your naughty teacher. You've made me into slutty cougar, craving a young man's cock."

As he lifted his head out of her breasts, he looked down to spot the small bit of regret cross her otherwise blissful expression.

"Oh, God, what have I done? I'm such a whore."

Crypto snorted. "You say it like it's a bad thing, Missus Taylor."

She made a 'tsk' sound and eyed him, the customary sternness slowly returning to her expression. "You're just a silly little boy, Mister Edison. You wouldn't understand." Given he was eighteen, Crypto wondered whether he should have taken offence to that. "I'm your teacher. I'm a married woman. There is decorum."

"Pffft! Fuck that!" he cursed unabashedly. "Your husband started this shit, remember? And given you're still buying Source Code from me, I'd say he hasn't kicked his simping habits yet, has he?"

She broke her gaze and looked away thoughtfully. "No... he hasn't."

"Look, we're both adults." Crypto paused, then rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe you're a bit more adult than I am." And he wasn't just speaking physically. "And we've already had a secret business relationship for a while now. I'm selling you digital trips, something that'll land us both in a heap of shit if word got out. I know how to be discreet. If someone finds out about this, I lose a customer and a smoking hot fuck-buddy."

"And what makes you think I'm your fuck-buddy?" Mrs Taylor asked sternly, looking like he'd just slapped her in the face.

Crypto's confident grin didn't falter in the slightest.

Mrs Taylor narrowed her eyes, then flicked him lightly on the nose. "You're such a cocky little shit, aren't you?"

"You like it though."

Wearing that smarmy grin he pulled his hips back despite her heels holding him in place, then thrust his hard cock back into her depths. Mrs Taylor's sensitive pussy caught fire and her vision flashed as she threw her head back against the desk. For a moment Crypto actually worried if she'd knocked herself out. Then came her sweet moans like a needy virgin who desperately wanted to feel another orgasm, just to make sure she'd felt it right the first time.

Mrs Taylor's limbs went weak and she flopped onto the desk, giving Crypto his chance. He jumped back, slipping her grip and sliding out of her pussy. There was an audible glug as excess cum spurted from her stretched nether lips, splattering the edge of the teacher's desk.

"See? He said smartly, dressing himself over the girl-cum drenching his fur. He wasn't entirely unaccustomed to the feeling. "Unfortunately I got shit to do tonight, so I can't give you a round two. As much as I'd fucking love to."

"God, I hate you, Mister Edison," Mrs Taylor said, rubbing her eyes.

"No, you don't." Flicking up his wrist he opened the link to Mrs Taylor's cybernetics again and spun her over a couple of copies of Source Code's stable builds. "On the house. That should tide you over the weekend. See you Monday, Missus Taylor," he added suggestively, then he left the shuddering, exhausted woman leaking cum all over her desk alone to recover.

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