Sum Hardcore Pornography
Sum Hardcore Pornography
...a parody of actual pornography
In times like these, David Houser hated his job. The cheetah had always wanted to teach advanced math-and to his joy, he had one AP class and one honors Pre-calc class-but the old hag of a husky had claimed seniority on curriculum choice, and he'd been stuck with a tech-prep algebra II class.
Tech-prep class was a fancy way of saying stupid-people class. Half of the tech-prep kids thought 12x- 9 was 3x, and they didn't care that they were always wrong. Well, that was an exaggeration-some of them cared, but David had the unfortunate luck of having one with him right now, a bulky tiger who was President (or whatever you call it) of the football team. The burly tiger, a Jake Norman, sat in the center desk closest to the classroom's front, and the rest of the classroom was empty save for an AP student, a female mouse named Clara, sitting near the back. The bell for dismissal had rung, David guessed, about 5.76 minutes ago.
A few more minutes passed, in which the only sounds were the scribbling of Clara's pencil on her ScanTron. She had a more difficult version of the test than he'd given out during class, but it served her right; she'd missed his class to attend a tennis game.
"So teach," the tiger said, "when can I leave? I got practice, ya know."
Had it been anyone else making up the test, David might have shushed him, but Clara, he thought, deserved to have to deal with the distraction. "Practice can wait," he said. At the very least, Jake must have already changed, because now he wore only a short-sleeve shirt and a pair of red elastic-waist gym shorts. "And you better hope Coach Mills lets you stay on the team after this."
"Oh, come on! It was just a little fun. Can't tell me you've never done it before."
"Oh, please. An argumentum ad hominem."
Jake laughed. "A gay argument? What?"
"Be quiet until Clara finishes. Then we'll have our talk."
"Fine." As soon as the tiger said the word, he brought down a hand to adjust himself.
David growled. "Hey, cut it out."
"Hey," Jake said, imitating David's tone on the first word, "Don't you got one too?"
At that, Clara stood and started walking towards David, who ignored the tiger for the moment. "Done?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. Houser."
"Good." He took her paper and set it on his desk, which he kept fairly tidy. A few moments later, she was out the door, and David Houser was alone with the tiger.
The cheetah cleared his throat. Other teachers, he knew, would prefer the subtler approach, or the pussy's approach of ignoring the problem altogether, but David knew how to handle teenagers. "Jake," he said, "you're failing my class. What makes you think that you, of all people, have the right to masturbate during my lectures?"
Jake frowned a little and scooted forward in his seat. "I dunno. How you think I'd be able to focus when I get distracted, man? It's not gonna go away on its own."
The funny part, David thought, was that Jake seemed earnest. "Then you need to practice self-restraint."
"Huh." The tiger tapped his claws on the desk a few times, then blinked. "Wait, so you're not gonna write me up?"
David knew that disciplining Jake wouldn't change him at all, but he knew an alternative that might at least give the tiger some benefits. "I will be willing to substitute a study session for a referral, but the offer expires in five minutes."
Jake pounded a fist on his desktop. "Hah, I'm in."
"Good. Then come here." David grabbed a dry-erase marker and went to the board, making up a rational equation and writing it out. He turned from the board and saw Jake standing behind him, then pointed to board and said, "Solve."
The tiger grabbed a marker and went to work. The poor thing had no clue what he was doing. Jake dawdled for a bit, then wrote a few bass-ackwards steps out, getting the arithmetic wrong in half of them. David had always believed in letting the students work things out on their own, but once he saw the errors, he sighed and stepped up to the board. "No, no, no..." He explained the tiger's errors, solved the problem himself, and wrote out another one. Tired of standing, he took a seat at the rolling chair at his desk, leveling his eyes at the board.
His eyes were at such an angle that missing the stump straining against Jake's shorts was impossible. He was still looking when the tiger adjusted himself again, and the stump expanded.
"Jake," he said. "Focus."
"How bout you quit lookin at my cock if you don't wanna see it."
David gritted his teeth together. Calm yourself. " I could always just write you up, you know," he said quietly. His gaze stayed unbiddenly rooted at the tiger's crotch. Jocks were all the same, he reasoned-they were nothing but sex-obsessed freaks and show-offs who expected the whole world to bow to them.
"No! I mean-" Another paw at the crotch; the protrusion had grown to a sizable bulge. "I'm trying, but this stuff is just too hard."
"You're not trying hard enough. Think about math now, pussy later."
"I'm not thinkin about pussy," Jake said. He put away the marker and looked at David.
"Uh? What is it, then-Clara's ass?"
"My ass." He turned towards the board, so that his back was to the cheetah.
David scratched his ears; it wasn't making any sense. "I think you need to go see a psychiatrist. You probably have impulses that are interfering with your-"
He stopped mid-sentence when Jake tugged on his shorts, swishing his tail aside and pulling them down.
David fumed. "Are you mooning me, Mr. Norman?"
In response, the tiger ran a clawed finger up and down the exposed length of the crevice. David sat tongue-tied for a while, just watching. Three things went through his mind: first was the impulse to get the hell out of there, second was the impulse to report the tiger to the administrators-both too risky for his tastes-and third was the question why?
Of all the things David could've said in response, he didn't rank, "You can't be serious," very high, but that's what came out. The tiger slid his gym shorts the rest of the way down, and stepped out of them, leaving him clad in only a jockstrap.
The cheetah was trying to think of a clever way to say, "Please put back on your pants before I jizz myself," when the tiger ran up to him. The teacher backed away from the desk, flattening himself against the board, but rather than tackle David, Jake lay his chest on David's desk, spreading his legs and lifting his tail.
For a moment, David could only stare at the spherical shape of the tiger's rump, but when Jake pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his tailhole, his mouth began to water. He wouldn't consider eating the tiger out, but a small area around the rim had been shaved, giving it better exposure as a warm ring of red amidst his striped fur. The muscles tightened and loosened every few seconds, beckoning him to enter.
The teacher said, "I'm engaged," but his cock wouldn't listen.
Neither did Jake, because the reply was an unceremonious, "Shut up and fuck me." The tiger's head swiveled so the two looked at each other; Jake licked a finger and slipped it inside himself, letting his tongue hang out.
That was all the invitation David needed. He undid his belt and slid his pants down, freeing his erection to pulse and wave in midair. He leaned down to level himself with the tiger's backside. His nose rested at the base of Jake's tail, and he inhaled deeply. The scent made him dizzy with passion. Grinning, he took in a deep breath and blew cold air at the tiger's entrance, causing Jake to squirm beneath him, letting out a soft whimper. Caressing the cheeks with his hand, he moved his muzzle around the tiger's rear, licking the fur there, but never venturing too close to Jake's tailhole. He was rewarded with sounds of pleasure and un-jockly whines, to which he responded by giving the right cheek a good smack.
"Damn... you're a tease."
David said, "I know," before sticking in an unlubed finger, causing the tiger to draw in a quick breath. He got it in as far as he could go, removed it, then licked another finger before putting it in. In about 1.65 minutes, he'd loosened the tiger up enough to give him a good fingering. His other paw rummaged in a desk drawer for the bottle, and he squirted a bit of the liquid onto each paw, massaging it into his shaft and under the tiger's tail.
Jake looked back at him. "Just hurry it up already."
"Hrm." The teacher toyed with the band of the jockstrap, letting it slide through his fingers. "You want to take this thing off?"
"Dammit, I said get in there."
"Oh?" David stood and adjusted himself so the tip of his cock rested at the base of the tiger's tail. He let just the tip slip inside, then quickly withdrew. Grabbing himself, he slid his erection up and down Jake's crack, kneading the burly cheeks in the process. Whether from workout or genetics, they were large enough that he couldform a tunnel with the tiger's cheeks and screw it like he'd screw an actual hole.
And he did. He overexaggerated the pleasure he got from it, moaning out as his shaft ground between the tiger's cheeks, the lube matting the fur of the jock's rear.
"You motherf-"
"Three," David started, positioning his shaft at the tiger's entrance, stroking its length. "Two." He shoved in, burying himself to the hilt in Jake's heat. He stayed in long enough to coax a groan and a low, "Oh, damn," from the tiger, then pulled out completely.
"Back in," the jock said, his voice nearly a whimper. He reached a paw behind to spread his cheeks wide, his hole gaping back at the cheetah. "Please."
"You're a little bitch, aren't you?" the teacher asked. He tugged at Jake's jockstrap and managed to slide it down the tiger's legs.
"Damn straight... or gay, or whatever. Come on."
The cheetah hefted the jockstrap in his hands. The stain of wet on the front made it obvious where the tip of the tiger's cock had lain. He brought it to his muzzle and inhaled, finding the scent strong and musky. "Fine." He crouched over the tiger again, but before doing anything else, he held the jockstrap firm against the tiger's muzzle. "Breathe." The tiger did, and David pushed Jake's head down so that it lay on the desk, the jockstrap right at his nostrils.
He licked his lips and began pounding with all his might, half-hearing the tiger's swearing and crying below him. He imagined that the tiger was behind him, too, and that made him lift his own tail, his own tailhole clenching and opening as if preparing for an invisible intruder. About 2.8 minutes later, both of them panting, he pulled out-put he kept one paw stroking his dick, the other pushing the tiger's head farther into the jockstrap. His eyes, of course, were training on his handiwork, the gaping hole in front of him, dripping and slimy from the lube and fluid.
All three of those stopped at once when the cheetah decided it was time to flip the other over. The tiger's eyes never left his shaft-and the tiger's own dick was throbbing with each beat of his heart, the fur at its tip matted. It looked rigid enough to shatter with a touch. But when David stroked it, it held together, and seemed only to harden further.
The tiger's head rolled back and his eyes closed when the teacher sank all the way in once more. But the teacher stayed inside, his only movement his paws on the tiger's shaft. "Do you want me to ride you?"
He looked like he was going to come then. "Oh God yes."
David decided to pound the tiger's hole for at least another minute before doing it, and the tiger didn't complain. When he drew out, he gave the tiger's ass a smack for good measure, and in just a few seconds, he was on top of the desk, straddling Jake's chest. He positioned himself so that the tiger could see his tailhole as he rubbed the lube in, taking just a bit longer than was necessary. Jake looked like he was drooling by the time he was done. By contrast, the teacher spent only seconds lubing the tiger's shaft.
He couldn't resist letting out an "Ooooh" as he descended upon the tiger. His cock felt every bit as hard as before, but now it was spearing him, rending his backside in two. When he felt the tiger's paws kneading his rump, he batted them away.
He rode it as hard as he could, clenching his muscles on the rock-solid shaft. One hand rested on the desk, helping brace himself, and the other was at his own dick, stroking it furiously. He wasn't ashamed of vocalizing how much he loved the feelings, and neither was the tiger.
And when the tiger yelled, "Fuck!" he knew what was coming. He ground hard into the tiger's chest, then slipped off, and as soon as his rear was off the shaft, his paw replaced it, and his muzzle gnawing at the side of the shaft. Seed erupted from the tip, burst after burst, landing amidst the tiger's chest. All the while, the cheetah's paw worked at his shaft, and he knew the moment he'd went over the edge.
Still, he managed to slip his dick into the tiger's tailhole and thrust in a good two or three times before he knew he could no longer hold it back. The motion made the tiger whine and shoot another burst, and it was at that time that the cheetah's own seed joined the mix.
When they caught their breath, the tiger asked, "How'm I supposed to go to practice now?"
David shrugged. "Your problem, jock-boy."