James Turcotte sat in his office at his computer, absentmindedly scrolling through his emails. He wore his plain grey sweatshirt and sweatpants, an outfit as indistinct and bland as the expression he wore. He was a mink, sporting a dense brown coat of thick fur that sprouted well beyond the collar of his sweatshirt. He was tall, looking far too big for the simple rolly chair he sat in. He sported a slim build woven through with lithe muscle thanks to decades of intense exercise. He followed a strict regimen of healthy eating and outdoor activities that included rowing, rock climbing, cross country, and biking.

All of that adventure brought on by his lust for life belied his personality. A soft-spoken man, he rarely betrayed emotion. Someone watching him running on a trail or scaling a mountain would be hard fought to catch an expression of enjoyment, even after he was finished. He had a mien of determination throughout every activity, and that never wavered no matter how exciting or difficult things got.

He was a gym teacher and coach at Daniel Boone High school. He was the most beloved of all the coaches. Not because of a go-get-em, fun-loving attitude he so severely lacked, but because the alternative was Mr. Shaw, the siberian tiger who drilled his players and students with draconian authority. Turcotte found teaching health and PE unforgivably boring, and that showed when he taught his class. He hardly enforced great effort from his students or players. People may have found him wanting in personality, but at least he wasn’t Mr. Shaw. 

School was coming to a close, and he heard the busy shuffle of feet making their way to the buses. Mr. Shaw came by his office to offer his goodbye for the day, to which Turcotte gave a perfunctory grunt of acknowledgement. His mind was elsewhere, not registering anything that went on around him. His middle finger flicked up and down the scroll bar on his mouse. The stubby rectangle on the side of his monitor jumped about gaily. He had read everything already. All had been responded to and taken care of.

That was except for one email. He’d gotten it midday, around lunch period. It had no text or subject, only a single .PNG attachment. He opened it up, nearly jumped out of his skin, and immediately closed it. Heart racing like he’d ran a marathon, he shut off his phone and stuck it into his pocket. Nobody was around in his classroom, so he cautiously reopened the email and gawked at what had been sent. Jesus Christ.

He thought long and hard on it. What should he do? How should he respond? Should he at all? After a solid half-hour of internal debate, he replied with a curt message.

See me in my office after school

With that, he put his phone away and tried to forget about it. Now the school was closing, and any minute his messenger would be coming around the corner. He scrolled back and forth across that email, standing out from the rest like a sore thumb. So many times he hovered his mouse over it, tempted to click it and see that image one more time. Each time he resisted, aware that someone other than its sender could walk past his door and see it. Finally, after being locked in the dull loneliness of his office for so long, there came a knocking on his open door.

“Hello, Mr, Turcotte? You wanted to see me?” said a frail, female voice.

Turcotte remained silent. Without even shifting in his seat, he continued scrolling through his emails. Nigh a full minute passed before he swung around in his chair to face his guest. Leaning in his doorway, half in and half out of his office, was Ms. Curtis, an English teacher. She was a mouse with sheet white fur and violet eyes that were warped by the thick glasses perched on her pink button nose. She was short and rubenesque, having broad shoulders and hips divided by a stout trunk. Her massive ears, like two pink satellite dishes, twitched nervously. Her worm tail squirmed behind her.

“Yes, Ms. Curtis. Come in. Shut the door behind you.” he told her.

Her paws clenched on the door frame anxiously. She shuffled inside and closed the door with a resolute ka-chick.

“I got your email.” Turcotte said flatly. He sat back in his chair lazily, rocking back and forth as he looked up at her with his signature blank stare.

She fidgeted her paws in front of her chest. She began to shake. “What did you think.?”

Again, he resorted to silence. He licked across the inside of his bottom lip, bulging it. His jaw grinded to and fro. Curtis seemed ready to crumple under his withering, unreadable gaze. Finally he scooted his chair to the side, grabbed his mouse, and clicked the email. It opened up, and with it the image Curtis had attached. He clicked it, blowing it up so that it enveloped his entire screen. In it was her, or at least her from her mid-thigh to her neck. She was totally nude, putting on display her gorgeously crafted torso. Her nipples were covered by her arm, pressed slightly into her tremendous breasts. Her waist slimmed down and ballooned into her massive hips which gave way to her powerful thighs. Seated so perfectly between her thighs was her chalice, a tiny divot nestled snugly below a thatch of white fur. Her arm was outstretched towards the camera, reaching just out of frame, showing that it was a selfie.

Turcotte didn’t look at it. He just kept looking at her with that same blank expression, set like stone. Curtis’s face gradually sank into despair as she looked between him and her picture. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t muster a single syllable.

Turcotte spoke for her. “Inappropriate,” he declared. “Completely and utterly inappropriate. I was shocked when you sent me this, Ms. Curtis. This is completely unprofessional and uncalled for.” He looked away from her and shook his head. Curtis bowed her head shamefully.

“What if a student had seen this somehow? Or, God forbid, principal Lakem? You’d lose your job. I could lose mine! What were you thinking?” He sat upright as he scolded her. His voice rose to a volume she had never heard before. She covered her mouth with her paw.

“Unbelievable Ms. Curtis. I’m deeply disappointed. If you had wanted to show that you were interested in me, then you could’ve done it literally any other way than this. This is unacceptable. I’m seriously considering going to Mr. Lakem about this.” He stood up, towering over her. He crossed his arms and glowered down at her. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

She couldn’t. She just bowed her head further, face ablaze.

Turcotte shook his head again and looked away. “I just don’t believe it, Ms. Curtis. Never in all my years… You should be ashamed.”

Curtis’s paw fell from her mouth. It revealed, not a contorted frown of anguish, but a scrunched grin holding back laughter. She hiccuped with every suppressed chortle.

Turcotte didn’t seem to notice. “What would the students think? This would be such a terrible influence on them.”

Curtis took off her glasses. Her eyes were no longer warped puddles, but gleaming amethysts made fierce by a feminine glint. She fell to her knees.

“You’re lucky you sent it to me. Any other teacher would be far less forgiving.” Turcotte continued, feigning ignorance.

Curtis pried her fingers into his waistband and pulled his pants down to his ankles. There in front of her were his bright red compression shorts, swollen with the contours of his burdensome manhood. She peeled them down unveiling the gargantuan purse of his scrotum. In it were his enormous fruit, juicy and ripe. Curtis smiled brightly as she gently squished her paw around his fleshy sack. The fine hairs coating his pouch were magnificently soft. She stroked his fat sheath. It parted slightly, distending over his light brown cock which bloomed slowly.

Turcotte’s eye twitched. “I’ll never look at you the- Mmf... I’ll never look at you the same way again, knowing you do this kind of thing. Uhh~”

Gradually Curtis persuaded his cock from his sheath. It grew and grew, and grew, and grew, and grew some more. She actually had to lean her head back, it jutted so far from him. Sometimes she forgot how big Turcotte was. She was kindly reminded now, face-to-face with his throbbing testament to masculinity. She glided her paw up and down his seemingly eternal length, savoring every distinct nudge and bump created by his thick, thrumming veins. Matching his divine reach was his girth.

She kissed his tip gently, gripping the base of his cock and jostling it against her soft lips. She wrapped her lips around his head and leaned her head in, gliding his pulsing meat down her wet tongue. She began a slow bob, keeping her mouth around just the top quarter of his cock.

Turcotte inhaled sharply. “You know, if you aren’t careful, you could… Ah… Ah... Ah fuck it…” He rested his paw on her head and massaged her scalp. He looked down at her, biting his lip. “Damn… You’re too good at that.”

She smiled around his cock, happily listening to his soft coos of pleasure. He was so big, filling every portion of her maw she could manage. He had a remarkable weight that was so satisfying to hold and work on. It was like bench pressing an especially heavy barbell and feeling the simmer of accomplishment afterward. She closed her eyes and went further. His tip edged towards her throat. She slackened her jaw and relaxed. She went another inch, finally swallowing his immense head.

“Ulkh.”

She stabbed her throat on and off of him. She reached around and clutched the back of his thighs, steadying herself. She went at a steady pace, trying hard not to gag on him.

Turcotte’s face scrunched. He lurched his head back and bared his teeth. “Fffffffuck, Farah… Huhhh~”

Arriving just in time was what Curtis had been waiting for. Seeping from his backside and sopping the fur between his thighs and the back of his balls was his musk. It was a sickly sweet aroma, burning with potency and an earthy strength. It stuck her nose like a sledgehammer, crinkling it. Her eyes began to water, running her makeup down her cheeks. A furious chill shimmered throughout her body, perking her nipples and igniting her loins. She felt molten arousal seep from her womanhood and sodden her crotch. She lost control. With no regard for her gag reflex, or even her breathing, she thrusted her mouth forward on him in a frenzy, trying so desperately to get closer to the luxurious odor wafting from him.

“Huhh! W-whoa! Easy!” He gently pushed her head away and took a step back. His cock retreated from her with a wet slorp, half coated in gobs of spit. Curtis gasped, inhaling a wad of saliva and going into a brief coughing fit. He clapped her on the back. “Easy there, easy. Got a little excited, did we?”

Curtis managed a chuckle and wiped her mouth and eyes with the back of her wrist. “Yeah, koff. Sorry about that. Koff.”

“Don’t be. That was great.”

She smiled up at him and stroked his giant member. “There aren’t too many men I can’t swallow up to the balls.”

He blushed bashfully. “Thanks. Not too many women can go that deep on me.”

She hummed contently, rubbing his cock against her velveteen cheek. “Your musk sure helps. God, it’s intoxicating.”

“Heh, what are minks known for?”

“Well, that, and other things…” She stood up and took off her shirt. She unstrapped her bra, allowing her tremendous breasts to wobble into their natural, robust shape. She helped him out of his sweatshirt and the shirt beneath. She glazed her paw up his chiseled torso, savoring his gossamer fur. Beneath that cumulus layer of softness was a bedrock of hard muscle, sculpted and defined like marble. She could feel his heart thumping. They kissed each other. Their paws dutifully explored their bodies, groping and caressing every curve and edge. He grabbed her explosive haunches, kneading them around. She clenched his chest hair with own paw, while the other continued to service his cock. He undid her skirt and squirmed her panties below her butt. She wriggled impatiently. The tip of his awesome manhood leered so temptatiously close to her cunt.

She parted lips with him with a dramatic gasp. “Oh, James. I want you inside of me.” She hated how needy her voice was.sounded.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She pouted her lip. Her violet eyes glimmered under the film of her tears. A wispy trail of black eyeliner streaked down her cheeks. “I want it so bad. You gotta fuck me.”

He pecked her cute little mouse nose. “Of course, baby.” He rolled his office chair up to her. “Bend over this.”

She graciously obeyed, kicking off her shoes as she rested one knee on the chair’s seat cushion. She looked back at him saucily. You know what I want. Give it to me.

He looked over her womanly form, paying special attention to her plump behind. He kneeled behind her and chomped down on her panties. She tensed and giggled at the kiss of his cold nose on her buttock. He wrenched it down her thighs to her knees. He sat up and gazed at her glorious posterior. So magnificently expansive, it monopolized his perception. He spread her cheeks, looking into her yawning chasm of flesh. There was her pink star, looking innocent and adorable above the raunchy mess that was her womanhood. It breathed an aura of desire that brushed against Turcotte’s face. It inhaled it greedily. His mouth watered. He pecked her right buttock, then the left, and then her cunt.

“Huhhh!!!” she gasped. “J-James… wait.”

He wasn’t listening. He was already nuzzling deep into her sweet valley. His tongue glanced against her moist flesh, intruding deeper and deeper. He let go of her ass, allowing her cushiony haunches to envelope his face. He burrowed his nose into the taut plain of her taint and began a series of sharp flicks and jabs.

Curtis reacted appropriately. “Ohhhhh fuck! James~! Huhh… Huhh. Ohhhhhhh~” Her body quaked violently. She slumped her head down on the headrest. Her claws scratched the cushion, severing several threads. Her back arched. She grinded her ass against him, rolling her hips angrily on his face.

He took it stoically, his head going with the flow of her grinding. He continued his assault on her pussy, lashing every precious bit that elicited a reaction. Drool and feminine lava drizzled down his chin, wetting the innocent cushion below. Curtis moaned his name, louder and louder. The office became a cacophony of Curtis’s voice, reaching an apex when her orgasm arrived.

“HUUUUHHHHHhhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~!!!” Liquid love gushed from her cunt and splashed Turcotte’s face, dribbling down his neck and chest. He did not stop. He maintained his tonguing, hardly reacting to the powerful waterfall soaking him. Her orgasm faded and he pulled away. He wiped his eyes and blinked. His wet fur was spikey where it was wet. He looked down at his soaked chest and laughed. 

Curtis, meanwhile, was a shivering, whimpering mess. “Mmmmmmmmm, Jaaaames, baby...”

“Did you like that?” he asked, patting her rump.

“Did I like it? Oh my God…”

She sat up and turned around in the chair. Her eyes went wide. She covered her mouth. “Oh shit! I’m sorry.”

Turcotte laughed. “No need to be sorry. I consider it a reward.”

Curtis snorted and playfully slapped his chest. “Well, that’s what you get. I told you to fuck me, not eat me, dummy.”

He shrugged. “Sorry, couldn’t help it. It was more than worth it though, don’t you think?”

She hummed merrily and wriggled her hips. The afterburn of her climax still bubbled inside her. “Yes it was.” She got off the chair and stood him up. He grabbed her midriff and hoisted her into the air. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. His paws held her beneath her butt. They kissed some more.

“You made sure everyone was gone, right?”

“Yeah…” she murmured. “Was I loud?”

“Very.”

“Shoot. I hope nobody heard us.”

“You said people were gone, right?” He nibbled on her neck.

“Yeah, but I could’ve missed someone.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He kissed his way up her neck and to her ear. “If someone hears, let them listen. I wanna make you scream.”

“Mr. Turcotte~” Curtis purred. The thrum of his voice in her ear sent sharp tingles down her body. “What’s gotten into you? Why so adventurous?”

“You’ve gotten into me, that’s what.” He nuzzled his face around the soft drape of her white hair.

“Mmm. If that’s the case, why don’t you get into me?” Her butt squirmed right above his manly pillar, yearning for action.

“Yes ma’am~” He lifted her rump over his cock. She reached down, grabbed it, and aimed it at her cunt. He lowered her down, and their burning intimates finally met.

“Mmm…”

Lower and lower she went. His mighty shaft disappeared into her inch by inch. Her vulva gripped his manhood all the way to his hilt. Her head reared back as she released a long, guttural groan. Her tight walls quivered around him. She felt so full, so lucky, so womanly. He kissed the slope of her breast, enjoying her squirms and shudders.

“Uhh~ James, fuck me… Please.”

“Nnh… yeah.”

He started fucking her her, lifting her whole body dropping it on his throbbing column which disappeared into her sloshing cunt. He timed each fall with a deep thrust, impaling her to the balls. She felt weightless in his arms. She surrendered all control, melting in his hold as she moaned her approval.

“Ohhhh~ Huhhh… Yeeeessss, Jaaaames… Huhh~ Ohhhh~”

Turcotte smiled proudly. “It feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yes, baby… Oh fuck… I’m in fucking heaven when your cock’s inside of me… Uhhh~ Yes… Yes…”

“Say it louder,” he whispered. “Like I said. I wanna hear you scream.”

And scream she did. She forgot about being in school. She forgot about any potential listeners. She forgot about her job. She forgot everything. All she knew and could perceive was the man bouncing her on his magnificent cock, slamming his balls on her jiggling rump. Her wails ripped through the office door and down the hall where they echoed off the walls. They offered no stealth or subtlety. Any soul caught in those corridors would’ve been audience to her amorous concert. 

Alas, they were empty, leaving Turcotte alone to hear her joyous screams. His ears folded back against her piercing caterwaul. He fucked her hard, milking every scream and mention of his name as best he could. Even with his supremely athletic build, he began to sweat and huff. His pleasure began to boil.

“Huhhh.... Farah, baby… Uhh, I’m gonna… Mmf~ I’m gonna cum… real soon…”

“Ohhhhh Jaaames!” Her voice hiccuped with each collision from his balls. “I‘m cuh- lose… too.. Uh~! Uhhh-UH-uhhh-UH-uhhhh~ Cum inSIDE meeeeEEeee~”

He granted her wish soon enough. With one final, Wagnerian thrust he unleashed his orgasm. His teeth flashed in a ferocious snarl. His cock pumped forth a flood of seed into Curtis’s tight walls. Hot, white nectar squirted out from between his pulsing cock and her quivering vulva, dribbling down his contracting balls.

She responded in kind with her own climax. “UUUUGEEEUUUGGGHHHHHUUUUUUUuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~!!!” She graced him with another torrent of her heavenly waters, adding to the explosion of fluids gurgling rudely from her cunt. She buried her face into his collar and clawed at his back. Voice muffled by his soft fur, she repeated his name. “James... James... James…”

Panting and sweaty, he kissed her cheek. “Hu, huh, huh… Farah. Oh shit… How was that?”

She answered with frantic kisses up his neck and across his jaw. “Mmm, that was so goooood, baby. Mmmmm~”

“Huh, yeah. I thought so too.” He pecked her on the nose and pried her off of him. His cock slooped out of her half limp, smeared in their cum from head to hilt. It uncorked a nasty slop of viscous seed which oozed from her pillaged cunt and glooped onto the tile floor. It added to the nauseous mix of musk and sweat. She sat her down on her feet. She stumbled a bit, legs wobbly. “Whoa, take a seat.” He sat her down on the rolly chair. She hardly registered what was going on. She looked high.

“Oh, James, baby... That was amazing, as always.”

Ecstasy still ached in his balls and across his groin. “Heh, yeah.” He knelt beside the chair and made out with her. She caressed his semi-deflated cock and stroked it back to its zenith.

“I hope you’re not done,” she cooed. “Because I’m not~”

He grinned evilly. “Not even close.”

The following hour matched, and sometimes surpassed, the debaucherous savagery they had already performed. He lied on his back as she rode his giant pillar, swallowing his whole cock top to bottom. He put her on her paws and knees, pulled back on her hair, and once more made her scream his name with the plunge of his awesome cock. He showed off the many talents his body could perform, pleasing her with his tongue, his fingers, and, of course, his divine manhood. She came again, again, and again, making sure each time to let the school know who it was giving her such colossal orgasms. Turcotte was not so selfish to withhold his own, letting loose his fertile seed, and with them howls of delight.

The hour ended with the two lovers spooning on the floor. He kissed and nibbled her neck as she rested her eyes. A smile rode her lips. His penis had retreated back inside him, its mission accomplished with flying colors. The office reeked of the aftermath. Sweat, cum, and above all, musk worked together to enshroud the atmosphere in their smell. Their scents melded into each other’s fur. Curtis wallowed in it, so happy to have his aura glued onto hers.

She squirmed and groaned tiredly. “Mmm, as much as I want to stay like this forever, I gotta go.”

“Aww,” he pouted. “Just a little longer.”

“Sorry, baby. I gotta go home.”

He kissed the back of her neck. “Alrighty.”

Curtis stood up and stretched. Turcotte remained on his side, head propped on his fist, and admired her gorgeous form. She looked back and saw him watching.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Already got one, remember?”

“Oh yeah. What are you gonna do with it?”

He shrugged. “Save it, delete it, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll keep it in case I get lonely.”

She scoffed. “How charming.” She got dressed. “You need help cleaning this up?” she asked, gesturing to the sexual detritus they had created.

He shook his head. “I got it. You go ahead, baby. Thanks for everything.”

She kissed her fingers and pressed them to his lips. “And thank you. Bye now.” She turned around and made for the door.

“Hey.” Turcotte snapped.

Curtis jumped and spun around. ‘What?”

He glared at her with his signature blank expression. He pointed a warning finger at her. “Don’t you go sending any more emails, ya hear? Or else I’ll be forced to report you to Mr. Lakem.”

Curtis scoffed and playfully kicked him in the gut. “Oh, shut up!”

THE END