Hot for Student [Working Title]
By Pervynamek02/DNLTiger04

“Hmmm, no. Another mark down for Jeremy”

Garth made a red mark beside the incorrect answer on the test. He continued to look over it and the other from this round of tests. He looked around the empty science classroom before running a hand through his sandy yellow hair and focusing back on his work. Yet his mind wandered to his situation. Here he was a young coyote, fresh out of college with his teaching degree, all the way in the United Kingdom but that didn’t get him very far beyond a fairly comfortable living.

He had managed to land a decent job at the local high school, teaching science to kids who were perhaps 4 or 6 years younger than him. Hell, given his youthful appearance and relatively fit bod, he could almost pass for one. Truthfully, he almost wished he was back in high school. Not his high school back in Philadelphia but this high school mainly for one reason. A reason that poked her head into the classroom.

“Mr. Manefield? Could I talk with you?,” said a sweet, feminine voice.

His ears perked up and his head quickly followed to see her, the blessing and curse of his job at the school; Roxanne Hamilton.

She was a vixen of about 16 and she was pretty much unanimously the hottest girl on campus. Even some of his fellow teachers agreed though out of earshot of the students or parents. She had a body that was the envy of nearly every other girl on campus, possibly even some of the female professors; long red hair, eyes like jade, silky vermillion and cream-colored fur, curvaceous legs, wide hips with a pert ass, and those tits. Those gloriously humongous tits. She was the object of many young lads and possibly a few ladies’ affections...and she was standing in the doorway of his classroom.

“Sure, sure come on in, Roxanne,” he invited.

As she walked in, Garth could have sworn time seemed to slow down just for Roxanne to walk towards him in sexy slow motion. He felt his pants tighten just looking at her curvaceous body come towards him. The lass was the epitome of the sexy schoolgirl concept from porn. The only thing missing was the slutty uniform of a button-up t-shirt tied at a knot and a miniscule, pleated, plaid skirt. Of course, anything the young vixen wore would have looked sexy. Her current attire was a perfect example; creamy-colored thigh high stockings, an army green micro skirt that just barely covered her privates, and a lime green off-the-shoulder top that amazingly contained her breasts. 

Those amazing knockers which bounced and jostled in her top with every step she took. Every time he walked around the room during a lecture and came by her, he would try to sneak a glance at her huge boobs. He nearly popped an obvious boner in class one time because of her gazongas. Those tits that were unattainable to him since she was his student and any pass he made at her would get him fired and possibly getting his arse kicked by Roxanne’s father. He could swear sometimes the girl wore the skimpiest outfits just to torment him and make him pop inconvenient erections when he took a glance at her. As he started get away from his woeful thoughts, Roxanne finally arrived at his desk. His eyes trying to avoid her titanic tatas and focused on her lovely face.

“So, Roxanne, what brings you to my classroom?”

“Well, you see, Teach. I wanted to talk to you about grades.”

“Grades? But you’re not doing too bad in my class.”

“Not my grades,” she clarified, “Mandy’s.”

Garth clued into Mandy or rather Amanda, Roxanne’s sister who was also a student of his albeit in a different period. In contrast to her sister, Amanda was a chocolate furred fox with a ridiculously huge ass that even made the most conservative or practical pants she wore look strangely alluring. Even for a breast man like himself, Garth would admit that Amanda’s ass was just about as enticing as her sister’s colossal cantaloupes.

“What about Amanda’s grades?”

“Well, I saw that test she got back and I was thinking that maybe you made a mistake,” Roxanne said with a soft smile.

The older coyote looked at the vixen with a thoughtful look.

“No, I don’t think so,” he said.

“Are you sure?” She asked with a small smirk.

Garth cocked an eyebrow, “Yes, I generally double check my work to be certain.”

Roxanne placed her hands on the desk and leaned forward, thrusting her humongous hooters out in front her. Granted, considering they were nearly the size of beach balls that wasn’t too difficult. Her tits were basically staring Garth in the face with only a few inches between his muzzle and her tips, the gap fluctuating with the breaths she took. With a mischievous, seductive smirk, Roxanne asked in a breathy voice.

“Are you...absolutely...sure..about...that?”

Garth swallowed hard and felt the right leg of his pants get tighter. He fought every urge in his body not to leap out and drive his muzzle into her cleavage.
“R-roxanne, what are you doing?”

“Isn’t obvious, Mr. Manefield?” She asked before almost matter-of-factly saying, “I’m bribing you.”

“Bribing me?”

The young vixen rolled her eyes and leaned back, “Jeez, Are all americans like you so dense?”

The coyote gave her a slight glare.

“I know Mandy ain’t the brightest when it comes to sciences but I think she could use a boost to her grades,” Roxanne said.

“Well, I will agree she needs to study more if she wants to pass the class,” Mr. Manefield responded.

“Yeah...there’s that but I was hoping you could give her a better grade on her recent test,” Roxanne said, “and I was hoping we could come to...an arrangement.”

“And what kind of arrangement could that possibly be?” 

“You think I don’t notice the looks you give to me and my girls?” Roxanne smirked and gave her boobs a jiggle, “It’s not very professional to pop boners for your students, Mr. Manefield.”

Garth blushed, “That’s not-I mean-I haven’t-”

“Don’t try and deny it, Mr. M,” Roxanne grinned and shook her finger, “You always take a moment to peek at my tits.”

He blushed again, “Ok, so I’ve checked you out in class at times. Are you going to report me to the headmaster unless I increase your sister’s grade?”

“What? No. That’s blackmail. I said I’m bribing you,” Roxanne said.

“Bribing me with what exactly?”

Roxanne gave him a wry grin and shook her boobs ever so slightly, “What do you think?”

Garth picked up on what she was suggesting, “No, No I can’t. I’m your teacher and I shouldn’t indulge in something like that.”

Roxanne chuckled and crossed her arms underneath her breasts.

“Are you sure you can’t?”

She leaned forward a little.

“Are you sure you can’t change Mandy’s grade, even if I just showed you my big...fat...tits?”

The last three words she breathily emphasized and gave her boobs a little bit of a shake too.

Garth stared at the large vulpine tits in front of him. His sizable cock throbbed at his pants crotch, pressing against the fabric. His conscience and ethical side told him to say no, to tell Roxanne that she would just have to help Amanda some of other way. Unfortunately, his libido overrode his conscience for the most part. 

“Alright. I will change your sister’s grade if you show me your tits,” He said, surprising himself. 

“Glad you saw reason,” Roxanne said, reaching her hand to her top but Garth stopped her.

“Wait! Wait! Close the door and lock it. I don’t want to get caught doing this on campus,” He said. 

“Good idea,” she said turning towards the door.

Garth quickly went to the windows of his classroom and pulled down the curtains. As he did this, Garth silently cursed himself. What was he doing? He could get fired if someone found out about this. Though considering he wasn’t actually going to touch or fuck her, It wouldn’t be as much of a problem. At least that’s how he justified it before he returned to his desk and Roxanne started walking towards his desk. She strode slowly towards the front of Manefield’s desk, every step she took having a little more force than what would’ve been necessary and caused her bosom to shake a little more vigorously in her lime green top. 

The coyote’s eyes were glued to the vixen’s prodigious bust as she walked. He bit his lower lip in a mix of excitement and apprehension. His mind struggled with what was about to happen while the foot long, throbbing cock straining against the pants fabric was highly anticipating what was about to happen. Garth felt half tempted to undo his pants and jerk off to Roxanne but held back on that. Finally, Roxanne stopped in front of his desk and quickly turned to face her teacher, causing her tits sway back and forth briefly. Garth’s eyes seemed to follow the pendulous motion of the mountainous milk mounds. Roxanne giggled at the teacher’s nearly undivided attention and Garth stopped follow them only to blush. The foxy lady brought her fingers to the ‘neckline’ of her top and seemed about to pull it down but paused.

“Before I get started, you will promise to change Amanda’s grades right?” Roxanne asked, “I don’t show my wabbos for nothing.”

“Yes, yes I promise!” Garth said slightly impatiently.

“If I found out you were lyin’, I’ll tell errebody that you made me strip for you and worse,” Roxanne clarified with a playful wink.

“Got it,” Garth said, slightly deflated a bit by the fact that Roxanne would still be using this as blackmail if he went back on their agreement.

Roxanne smiled before giving the professor a seductive look and started to pull down her top. Garth watched with his hands on his desk, watching her with fascination but mostly lust. As she slowly pulled down her blouse, creamy fur covered titflesh started to spill out and almost seemed as if it was enveloping or devouring the fabric like some gelatinous B-movie monster flooding a small town. Every inch of boobflesh that was being steadily exposed enthralled Garth even more as he started to lean forward and fingers pressed hard against the wooden desk. When her top finally left her bosom and rested around her hips above her skirt, Garth looked in surprise and hungry desire at Roxanne’s choice of undergarment. 

One might have expected with the amount of jiggling her bosom did on a daily basis that she didn’t wear a bra. However, she did wear one. A black lacey bra like something from a Victoria’s Secret catalog. Though it seemed much too small for her as a large portion of her mammaries’ mass was overflowing out of the bra even more so than her vibrant viridian top. Heck from Garth’s perspective, it almost seemed like her tits were ready to burst out of her bra...which was strangely hotter to Garth. His body still leaning forward over his desk and his fingers starting to dig into it. He started to softly pant from seeing Roxanne now almost half naked. The teenage vixen getting a smug and still seductive smirk.

“Someone’s awful excited?” She gloated slightly, rather liking his overly apparent arousal and adoration for her.

Roxanne brought a hand up to the center of her bra and Garth expected another slow teasing show to expose her breasts but it was quite the opposite. She hooked her finger on the strained hooks that joined the cups of the bra. With one quick tug of her hand, the cups parted and her stupendously sizable sweater puppies finally bounced free and bare. 

Garth’s eyes bugged out at the sight of her bosom bouncing about free. They were just short of popping out of his sockets like a cartoon character. He leaned forward a little more like he was either trying to analyze every detail of Roxanne’s breasts or dive his face in between them. His panting grew more audible and his tongue hang out from it, slightly drooling. His fingers dug deeper into the desktop and a thumping came from the desk.

As the voluptuous vixen pillows slowly stopped bouncing and her bra fell to the floor, Garth got a good look at them. Roxanne’s breasts were just how he imagined they’d be; humongous but pert and almost perfectly spherical, resting high on her torso and seemingly defying gravity. Her nipples and areolas were a decent size and a similar color to her nose but maybe a shade or two darker. Her teats seeming at least somewhat pronounced enough to be perky but not to the point of defined arousal. As the coyote instructor was so focused on her tits, he didn’t notice Roxanne watching his reaction and seemingly formulating a devious little idea. She reached out her hand to Garth’s chin, raised his attention to her face and said, “Sit back a little and enjoy the show.”

She then pushed Garth back into his seat with a slight shove. After doing so, Roxanne started to dance or rather her breasts did in a way. She moved her body from side to side, making her knockers shake the same way. The bulging balloons of flesh and fur swaying back and forth. Garth only sat in his chair and watched the abundantly endowed adolescent, a big, lustful grin plastered on his face and his fingers digging deeper into the desktop. His tented crotch thumped against the desk again.

Roxanne continued to shake her money-makers for her extremely excited teacher. She gained a sly grin and decided to shift gears, starting to shake her breasts up and down. Garth’s eyes followed their movement diligently like a cat following a laser pointer dot. The young teacher felt his pants tighten even more, his desire for her getting more and more lustful. He could just imagine what it would be like to have those wonderful wobbling whoppers rub up against him in bed, to suck on them, to have them wrapped around his cock. His claws dug into the hardwood desk as a sign of him trying to fight his libido, from just taking hold and him going wild. The titillating vixen then began to shake her breasts in a circular motion, almost like creating a loop of boob flesh. 

Garth started panting again and drool started to pool in his lower jaw. His fabric peak thumped against the wood of the desk a couple more times, begging to be set free. The coyote bit his lower lip, nearly about to draw blood. He could swear that if Roxanne kept this up, he was going to ejaculate soon. Then Roxanne while still shaking her breasts slowly moved closer to the desk. Garth of course took notice as her jostling juggs came closer and closer. Her protruding perky pair continued to shake as she closed the gap. Her smug sly smile spread wide on her face, though Garth barely took notice. His eyes were of course to focused on how the distance between her amazingly ample assets and him was shrinking ever more. When they were jiggling half a foot or less away from his face, Garth’s libido slightly overrode his control and he leaned in hoping to get a taste of her right nipple.

Unfortunately a second before his muzzle made contact, Roxanne stepped back. Quickly righting himself before his nose hit the desk top, Garth sat up with a surprised look and to see the young fox wag her finger at him. 

“Ah, ah, ah. I never said you could touch them, Professor,” Roxanne said with a mischievous grin on her muzzle, “We agreed that I’d show you me melons for Mandy’s grades to be changed. Besides, weren’t you the one who said you didn’t want touch me so you didn’t get a scandal on your hands?”

Garth sighed, “Huh. You’re right but still, you’re so damn sexy.”

Roxanne grinned, “Glad you think so.”

She pulled up her top from her waist and fit her tits back into it. She then picked up her bra, stuffed it between her cleavage, and headed towards the door, her bushy tail swishing behind her.

“Well, I gotta be going. See you tomorrow, Mr. Manefield.”

And just like that she was gone. Garth sighed and considered his situation, particularly the large throbbing hardon under his desk. He could feel he was about to cum but because of that abrupt stop, he was sitting here like this. He couldn’t just walk to the nearest bathroom and jerk off could he? Especially after Roxanne had just left. He started to reach for his zipper when Roxanne popped in again.

“Oh, by the way!”

Garth jumped slightly and looked her.

“What is it, Roxanne?”

“If this happens again with Mandy’s grades, I’ll have to talk you again. Maybe next time, I’ll let you motorboat ‘em.”

With a wink and a chuckle, she left again. Garth sat there for a few long moments while he processed this information and to make sure Roxanne or anyone else wasn’t going to pop in. After which he closed the door, locked, and then promptly gave his prick a vigorous jerk off session. His mind imagining what it must be like to have his face nuzzled between Roxanne’s tits. He basically painted the underside of his desk white from the big messy shot he fired. After quickly cleaning it up, he went back to grading tests and changing Amanda’s grade on the last test to an A.

The End