Hot For Teacher
First period is always pretty boring, a mix of human and anthro children drag into my classroom from the hallway signaling the beginning of my day. It takes a while to break through their sleepy disposition, and it is obvious that these children would rather be at home asleep than in my freshman English class. Eventually though, usually about half an hour into a group reading of Macbeth, I begin to reach them. Usually I assign parts and push the students to get into it.
"Be the witch!" I exclaim, overdoing my emphasis on purpose. The children smile as they read, providing just the right amount of emphasis to add to the atmosphere. Today the principal sits in, just to see how I am doing. From the look on his face I can see that he is impressed. While an anthro teacher, especially a German shepherd, isn't that rare, a first year with the kind of reputation I have with the students is. We finish the first act when the bell rings. I smile as the students pack their bags and pour back out into the crowded hallways. A few stay to ask questions, which I answer with a disarming smile. When they are finally gone, the principal pulls me aside.
"You're doing very well Mr. Scott!" he says, shaking my hand with enthusiasm before he too exits my classroom.
Second period is usually better. The students are more awake, ready to learn. Their enthusiasm makes having to teach the same material over again a little more bearable. Before I know it, the bell rings again and I am left alone for a few precious minutes of quiet.
"Mr. Scott?" a voice calls out, the slight southern accent unmistakable as my classroom door closes and she walks up next to my desk.
"Sarah." I say, the name causing a slight tingle in my chest. "What can I do for you?"
The edges of the athletic girl's mouth curve upwards as she reaches into her backpack and pulls out her notebook, flipping to a random page.
"I was wondering if this was correct." She asks, a slender finger pointing to an answer circled with a purple pen.
She knows it's correct; she's one of my top students. Rather, she's here to tease me like she always does.
She turns her young head to the side to look for my confirmation, and some of her blonde hair, usually kept tucked behind her ears, slides free. She keeps it short on purpose, reaching just halfway past her neck, but what it lacks in length it more than makes up for in texture. The locks are impossibly soft to the touch, and from this position I can make out the hint of vanilla from her shampoo.
Blue eyes stare knowingly at me as I move my gaze down to the notebook.
"That's right." I say, looking back to her. While the fifteen year old usually only comes up to my shoulders, from a sitting position we are close to the same height.
"How about this?" she says, flipping to another random page. She leans in closer this time, pretending she is having trouble reading her answer. The top of her school jersey parts from her skin, giving me just the slightest glance at her still budding breasts, encased by a pink training bra.
Her smooth, milky skin brushes up against my leg for all but a second as she repositions. Her gym shorts leave quite a lot of her smooth, muscular legs exposed, and the desire to reach a hand out to brush against her thigh is all but irresistible. Somehow I manage to keep my composure.
"That one too!" I say, the faintest quiver escaping as those blue orbs find me again.
"Great!" she exclaims, giving me a beaming white smile. She starts to pull her notebook off my desk but stops, acting as if she forgot one last thing.
"Last one! I swear!" she says, and just the way she says the words is enough to make me shudder.
With a quick shuffling, she turns the pages of her notebook one last time, before stopping on the last page. I read the passage quickly, expecting yet another correct answer. This time though, I grin at what I see.
Meet me in the girl's locker room in fifteen minutes?
I take a few more seconds to read it over. When I can finally settle my beating chest I turn to look back at her.
"You're three for three today Sarah!" I grin and she shoots me a smile back. I barely hear the bell for third period ring a few seconds later, but as soon as it does, the girl pulls the notebook off my desk and puts in back into her backpack.
"See ya Mr. Scott!" she says with a grin, pushing the door to my classroom open.
I'm so frazzled I completely forget that third period is my planning period.
I open the door to the girls locker room slowly, listening for any sound that may indicate occupants. This isn't exactly my first time, but I am always careful to avoid suspicion. After I am completely convinced the coast is clear I slowly make my way deeper inside. The room is divided between lockers and showers, with walls of ruby red lockers and a few benches on my left, and a cluster of student showers on my right. All the curtains have been pushed to the side, waiting to be moved as soon as the girls return from gym class. Students are not allowed inside during class though, so it will be a solid half hour before this equipment sees any use.
It isn't until I am about halfway into the room that I see her. Her legs straddle the bench as her eyes read over the notebook resting on top. Every few seconds she makes a few notes on the paper.
"English homework?" I ask, grinning as she looks up.
"Algebra." She responds, closing the notebook with a slow but swift motion.
"Very useful stuff." I comment, moving over to where she is sitting.
"Pretty easy too." She says with a shrug of her shoulders. She sounds more bored than showing off.
The bench is easily big enough for the two of us, so I sit in the same position, facing the girl as she moves the notebook to the floor.
"Well then, I think you've earned a break." I smile, scooting closer.
Sarah wiggles in anticipation as we move closer. She moves up, wrapping her arms around my neck as soon as she is able, and pulls me down. With little work I am atop her, her legs spread to the side as I slide in between, my chest pressing against hers.
"I think so too."
Slowly she presses her mouth to my muzzle, giving me a few light butterfly kisses before I part my lips and slip my tongue into her mouth.
There has got to be something special about a young girl's mouth. That, or it's just a human thing. Her saliva was like nectar as I tickled the roof of her mouth. Her small, smooth tongue was only a second behind. She let out a soft, cute moan as our tongues met. I pushed as much of my rougher tongue inside her mouth as I could, tickling the back of her throat as she griped the fur on the back of my neck tightly.
Our difference in height (not to mention age) only adds to my feeling of dominance. Sarah accepts her role without any form of protest, gasping for breath as we finally part and I take to licking the side of her neck.
"Mmmm.....your tongue is so warm." She mutters, eyes aflutter as she arches her head. Every inch of her is sculpted just right, and I always enjoy tracing the curve of her chin with my tongue, her soft flesh supple as I pass.
In my experience, younger girls who are sexually interested in anthros usually get that way because of some experience with a family pet-- anthro or not. Some of her notebooks contain pictures of her and a non anthro German Shepherd, some dating back to when she was 12. I've spent many a wonderful night envisioning her spreading her twelve-year-old legs for the canine, inviting the beast to take a lick. She was no doubt nervous the first time, using one hand to push herself open while the other kept her moans muffled to avoid suspicion. She would wonder if the dog would take the invitation, before being forced out of her thoughts by a warm, wet tongue pushing into her. Her breath would quicken as the mutt ate her out, enjoying a delicious meal I could attest to firsthand. Soon the sound of her muffled moans and the lapping of the dog's tongue would be too loud, so she wraps her young, athletic legs around his head, pushing his muzzle closer in an effort to stifle as much as she could. This would no doubt have spurred the animal on faster, and it wouldn't be long now. A few quick, adorable stammers into her hand would be all the announcement the animal would get before she came, hard, her body sweating from the pleasure of the experience. Once it was all over, she would collapse on the floor, allowing the dog to lick her face or anywhere else it wanted as she tried to control her breathing.
I knew though that she had never let the dog mount her. Let him pop her cherry and claim her as his own.
I had been the first to do that, up against her father's pickup truck after school one afternoon. After that, I claimed her in the teacher's longue, on my desk, and in the girl's bathroom, not necessarily in that order.
Grinning at the memories, I pushed back inside her mouth again for one quick, wet kiss before pulling out and grabbing the fabric of her shirt. She allows me to remove her clothes with quick, instinctual movements. I undress more slowly, and her now open eyes drink in my body as I move back on top of her.
Her body is impossibly soft against my fur. As I run a hand up and down it, I once again marvel at its beauty. Her hips are curvy but not too wide, her skin flowing like a stream from her chest to her thigh. Her breasts were still developing, not yet a full A cup yet still vibrant and perky. Freckles dotted her, their randomness breaking up the sea of slightly tanned skin. Finally, as I grip her between the legs, I marvel at how smooth she is. Not a trace of hair graced the surface, nor any rough patches to indicate that she had shaved. I had only seen her fully naked a few times, and every time her body excited me like no other.
I give her breasts a few licks while gingerly pushing a finger inside her. Her body welcomes me back, spreading easily as one finger became two and two became three. Her breathing gets heavier as I finger her, her hands reaching down to grip my wrist.
A few thin trails of saliva connect her parted lips as she gave way to me. With a grin, I move my muzzle over to her left ear and playfully lick all the crevices.
Her hips grind against my fingers as I slowly bring her to a powerful orgasm.
She is still panting when I pulled my fingers out of her. Pulling away from her ear, I bring the fingers to my face, her juices coating them in a sweet, sticky substance.
The smell is intoxicating.
I take a few licks before offering them to the girl. Her small pink tongue laps eagerly at the offered treat, and soon we are both sharing it, our tongues occasionally touching as they lick my fingers clean.
My shaft is painfully hard as it lay against her thigh. All my instincts urging me to take her on this bench.
So that's exactly what I do.
Sarah's breath catches in her throat as I spread her legs wide and push inside her.
Her eyes shut tight and she cries out in pleasure as I kept pushing more and more of myself into her young pussy. She's loose from the fingering, but still impossibly tight. She continues to press against me hard as I pull myself out, only to push back faster and stronger. Her body shoots upward as I thrust again, and the way her breasts move is simply hypnotizing.
My hands reach up and curl around the end of the bench, the metal a refreshingly nice contrast to the warmth of our entangled bodies as I push myself up further. My thrusts turn shallow as I rub my tip slowly against her clitoris and I am rewarded with another moan, her arms wrapping around my lower back.
I am unable to kiss her from this position, but she manages with her tongue. The mix of her saliva and hot breath on my fur only adds to the pleasure as I start thrusting again. Sometimes I pump into her a few times; sometimes I push myself in and grind my hips in a spiral motion.
"Oh god!" she moans, hips grinding desperately against me as she orgasms again. Her muscles get tighter against my shaft, trying to keep it buried deep inside her as her juices rush over my tip. The sensation is enough to make me grit my teeth, but I keep going.
There was a time when a good looking fifteen year old girl all hot and sweaty underneath me would have sent spurting faster than I would like to admit, but with practice comes progress.
My first time was with a human fifteen year old girl named April, my best friend's younger sister. April was beyond beautiful, with flowing red hair tied into a ponytail that came down past her shoulders and a cluster of freckles below each eye. She was always friendly with me, opting to sit next to me whenever we all went out. My friend chalked it up to a childhood crush, and I was in no way opposed to it. When she decided to take it a step further, inviting me to her house when no one else was home, who was I to say no?
I can still remember her face, all flushed as I pushed myself inside her. She was practically panting as I took her under her pink comforter. After that we would find any excuse we could to be alone. I started tutoring her in English and in return I got a pretty detailed lesson in teenage anatomy. Sometimes she would get pretty kinky and let Ice, her beautiful blue and white husky lick her out while I watched. She had told me about how one night, when I was unable to come over, she let Ice have a turn. The dog, too excited at the opportunity to notice the difference, eagerly jumped up and pushed himself into her cute, tight ass. The experience was painful at first, but incredibly pleasant after a while. After that, I suggested that Ice join us, and soon I would be underneath her, pushing into her pussy as the dog humped her rump.
Another of Sarah's loud moans snapped me out of my thoughts. Somehow, in the middle of my flashback, I had slid a hand under her tight ass and lightly pushed a finger inside. Without my direct permission, my tongue now lolled on the side of my muzzle as Sarah lifted her legs, feet in the air as I manage two of her holes at once. Chancing a glace down at her, I see her pretty, flushed face and slightly red cheeks. Her eyes are shut tight and her lips slightly apart as she alternates between moaning and heavy breathing. The smell of sweat and vanilla engulf me as I notice some of her blond locks matted against her forehead.
I can't hold out much longer, and from the looks of it, she can't either. Slowly, I feel my penis begin to swell, growing larger inside her. It wasn't the same swelling one would see in a normal dog, but it made me larger than most humans. Sarah welcomes it with a renewed burst of energy.
"God Sarah!" I say, my thrusts slowing down as I opt for slower, harder pushes. I dig the tip of my finger inside her ass, and I can feel her pucker under my touch. "I can't last much longer!"
"C...Cum inside me!" she moans, arching her back, "I want it all!"
Who am I to disappoint her?
I am only able to get a few more pushes deep inside her before I cum, both of us crying out in pleasure as my spurts shoot deep into her. Her legs wrap around my hips, desperate to keep my inside. She needn't have worried, there was no way I could pull out of her now, but I did have to remove my finger.
I'm not sure how long we stay like that, me pumping my seed inside of her while she tries to get her breathing under control. When I finally am able to slip out of her, I do so slowly. She lays on the bench, exhausted as I slunk to the floor.
"God!" she says, giggling as she slides a finger between her legs and comes up with some of my spunk. She's still smiling as she brings it to her lips and cleans it. "So much cum!"
" I think the locker room made the sex even hotter." I respond, grinning back.
"Oh yeah."
Slowly she gets up off the bench and stretches her sore muscles. When she's able to, she picks up her clothes off the floor and I make a move for mine.
"Same time tomorrow?" I ask, making my way towards the door. She stays behind in order to avoid suspicion.
"How about after school?"
I turned back and my eyes have a mind of their own again, moving their gaze along her curves. I couldn't help myself, my tongue licking my muzzle as I think of all the possibilities.
"Oh yeah!"
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