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Extracurricular Activities
By Jacinth
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October 16, 2012
Roosevelt City, NC
Griffin Heights Academy
At 7:50 am, Lily waited patiently in the front row of her Algebra I class. In the seat next to her, her sister, Violet, drooped over her smartphone which she kept under the edge of her desk, thumbs flying across the screen. Ordinarily, the front three rows of the class were filled, and the back three empty, the order of the class and the rigidity of the seating arrangement maintained by the unwavering Mrs. Saunders. But last week, their stern overseer had announced she’d be taking a week of leave to attend a consortium at MIT, and her peers were already taking advantage of the promised substitute by crowding into the back two rows. The change made Lily uncomfortable, and she peered over her shoulder disapprovingly. The dozen or so jocks didn’t notice; they were too busy talking or, like her sister, had their heads bowed over their smartphones. Only two other students had kept their seats, and both of those seemed to be napping. Lily sighed and turned back toward the front to wait patiently.
It wasn’t that she needed to pay attention. With her scores, she should’ve placed in Geometry, or perhaps Algebra II. She could’ve napped through the class and still scored better on the tests than any two of the jocks behind her. But Violet had placed in Algebra I, and Lily wasn’t about to embark on her freshman year by herself.
The door opened and an equine man stepped inside. Handsome, smiling, and young. He was well-dressed, but had apparently taken all his lessons on how to dress to be respected from new episodes of Doctor Who. Luckily, he’d had the wisdom to discard the bowtie and fez, and Lily thought the tweed jacket looked dashing. Beside her, Violet looked up, gasped quietly, and ducked her head again, thumbs flying.
Lily’s phone vibrated insistently in her backpack. She froze and blushed. Looking over, she found her sister looking directly at her, a stern glare suggesting she had better check her phone if she knew what was good for her.
She pulled her phone out of her bag as discretely as possible, not wanting to undermine the substitute’s authority any more than his youth and his sense of style already had. A text from Violet dominated her screen..

[Violet: D A M N. He’s cute.]

Lily blushed, holding her phone under the lip of her desk like Violet was. She looked up. The sub was placing a briefcase on the desk and pulling out papers. He didn’t seem to notice.

[Lily: I guess.]
[Violet: I bet he’s hung like a HORSE huh? lol]

Lily’s blush darkened. She refused to look over at her sister. She stared at the closed book on top of her desk. Her phone buzzed again.

[Violet: I’m gonna make him fuck you.]
	
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Scott Ferris sighed as he sat down behind the teacher’s desk, pretending to get papers ready for the class. When he’d accepted the week-long sub opening, he’d only been thinking about the advanced mathematics classes that the prestigious private school offered. It hadn’t occurred to him that, even at Griffin Heights HS, there was bound to be a group of students who lagged behind, or couldn’t care less whether or not they even had a math class. Of course, his first class of the 
 would be filled with those students.
The front half of the class was empty. One dopehead was already snoring faintly by the windows, and another looked likely to join in harmony any moment. The football players, attending Griffin Heights on athletic or financial merit rather than academic inclination., had at least quieted their conversation when he sat, though they continued on in whispers and an occasional raucous laugh.
In the front row, the two otter girls at least hid their smartphones out of courtesy. He studied them over the edge of his papers. He wondered if they were twins. If he compared only their faces, they could be identical. But one had a slender body, barely into puberty, with blonde fur and flame red hair, which was twisted into twin pigtails that hung over each shoulder. Adorably cute, he thought absently. The redhead wore a knee length skirt and short-sleeved blouse, vaguely resembling any of a thousand mandated school uniforms. Her sister, in contrast, had dark chocolate fur and blonde hair with ringlets that bounced just above her shoulders. She wasn’t as slender as her sister, having a full figure that rounded suggestively into the curves of newfound maturity. Her attire pushed the limits of the dress code, with a tanktop that put her newly acquired cleavage to good use and let him see that her bra was a black, lacy thing. Her jeans were in tatters, showing off a light pattern of spots surrounding her knees that were mimicked exactly by dark spots on her sister’s knees.
His ears swiveled toward the front as he heard a buzz. The two sisters were texting each other. He opened his mouth, getting ready to ask them to put the phones away, but before he could, he saw the redhead girl read a text on her phone and blush a dark red through her light fur. She shifted and Scott felt his eyes shift with her of their own accord. The girl had scooted her butt forward and spread her legs just slightly. Scott found himself staring right up that skirt, viewing a pair of pink panties that were a size too small, the cleft of her lips clearly outlined.
He swallowed nervously, looking back down at his papers, focusing on the math written there, basic as it was. The bell rang and he glanced back up. The slender sister had closed her legs again and he breathed a soft sigh of relief. Standing up, he prepared to introduce himself and lecture to deaf ears for the better part of an hour.

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Lily’s heart was racing in her chest. She was certain the substitute had seen, and Violet was grinning predatorily beside her. Knees pressed tightly together now, she tried to pay attention as the sub, Mr. Ferris apparently, introduced himself. Violet had used her for playing games before: teasing strangers in the mall or ‘losing’ her top when they went swimming. But flashing a teacher? She’d never been so nervous--or excited--in her life.
Lily forced herself to pay attention again. Mr. Ferris had already launched into the lecture, albeit somewhat unenthusiastically. Looking around at her classmates, she could barely blame him. Her phone vibrated in her lap, making her jump. She swallowed nervously and tried to ignore it, tried to give the half-hearted lecture her full attention. It buzzed again. And again. Stealing a sideways glance, she saw Violet glaring at her. She peeked down.

[Violet: Find some way to touch his cock. I want you to tell me how big he is.]
[Violet: Do it or I tell mom where you really were last Friday.]
[Violet: Filthy slut. Stop staring at his ass and do it. NOW.]

Lily gulped and felt her blush rising in her cheeks. Mom always believed Violet. Violet  wouldn’t even have to lie this time either. It didn’t matter that Violet had been at the party with her last Friday, she’d still get in trouble. Her heart started to race again, both at the thought of stealing a feel of the cute sub’s manhood and at the worry that she wouldn’t figure out a way how to.
“So, can anyone solve this? This should be from your homework over the weekend.”
There was a hint of defeat in Mr. Ferris’s voice. He’d plotted a simple line on a graph on the blackboard, with the equation beside it in slope-intercept form. Underneath it were the lines
m =
b =
patiently waiting to be answered. Mr. Ferris had already sat back down and looked surprised when Lily’s hand shot up.
“I can, Mister Ferris,” she said, standing up before she could be asked to answer from her seat. She walked to the blackboard and reached for the chalk, which “slipped” out of her fingers.
Lily took a deep breath as she turned around. Bending under the pretense of retrieving the chalk, she lifted her butt and pushed it back. Her ass nestled right into the teacher’s lap, pressing there, her thick ruddertail draped over his leg as she picked the chalk up. She stood slowly, stealing a glance at the class. Not a soul had noticed except for Violet, who was leaning forward, deep cleavage on display and excitement in her eyes. Behind her, Mr. Ferris was stock still, but she thought she could hear him inhale slowly through his nose, as if taking in her scent.
“Sorry,” she said demurely. She wrote the value of the slope and y-intercept in their proper places, then went back to her desk. Her phone was already buzzing in her purse.

[Violet: God you’re such a slut.]
[Violet: Is it big?]
[Violet: He totally wants to shove it inside you.]
[Lily: I don’t know. He’s sheathed.]
[Violet: Dammit.]
[Lily: But his balls felt really big.]

Lily tried to calm her heartbeat and her breathing. She pressed her thighs together and blushed darkly, embarrassed by how excited she’d gotten from that. As if reading her mind, Violet texted again.

[Violet: You’re wet for his cock, aren’t you?]
[Violet: Show him.]

Lily glanced up. Mr. Ferris was lecturing again, but had stayed at his desk. He carefully avoided eye contact with her or her sister, focusing on one of the sleeping students or on his class materials. But when Lily shifted low in her seat again, she saw his eyes move. Not to her face, but to her bare legs. So he had seen earlier. She stared nervously at the book in front of her as she spread her legs, feeling her pleated skirt slide up her thighs. Glancing up daringly, she saw Mr. Ferris staring at her crotch. He stammered over his lecture notes.
Lily glanced over at Violet, whose eyes were darting back and forth between her and the substitute. She was texting one-handed. The other hand was jammed into her unbuttoned jeans.

[Violet: Not just your panties.]
[Violet: Show him everything.]
[Violet: Cum for him.]

Lily took a deep breath as she read her screen. Violet had never told her to go that far before. She looked up at Mr. Ferris through her eyelashes. He was staring at her panties and writing an in-class assignment on the board without getting up from his chair. Lily’s arousal burned hotter as she imagined a massive equine erection that the young teacher had to keep hidden behind his desk. She dropped her phone into her bag and slid her butt further forward in her seat, spreading her legs as far as the desk would allow.
Lily reached under the desk with both hands. Slowly, staring at Mr. Ferris intently, she hooked her finger into the crotch of her panties, watching his intake of breath as she drew it aside. She brushed her fingers over her lips, feeling the moisture just beginning to dew on them. She closed her eyes, fingertips rubbing the fluid into her outer labia. The sensation was new and deeply erotic--she’d only started getting wet recently. She could still her Violet’s delighted squeal, her domineering twin sister insisting on how delicious the new fluid tasted.
Now, when she slid her finger inside her wet hole, it felt natural and incredible, rather than vaguely foreign. She licked her lips, hearing her thick tail thump absently on the floor behind her. She opened her eyes, delighted to find Mr. Ferris still staring, mouth hanging slightly open. She paused just a moment, taking in the sounds of the room. Nothing had changed. Raucous laughter and muttering from the jocks in the back, and the heavy breathing just short of snoring from her other classmates. And a soft wet sound. She slid her eyes to one side. Her sister’s posture mimicked her own, the only difference being that Violet’s fingers were hidden by her jeans. Her sister’s nipples poked prominently out of her top as she fingered herself.
Lily smiled faintly, encouraged by Violet’s enjoyment of her exposing herself like this. She squeezed down, feeling her warm muscles clench around her finger, wetness seeping out around her digit. She began fingering herself in earnest, ears perked to listen as Violet did the same, doing her best to match that pace.
With her other hand, she dragged a finger through her slick arousal which frothed from the eager motion of her finger. Keeping her panties pulled to one side with her thumb, she dipped her finger down. She could hear the soft whicker from her teacher as he realized what she was doing. She couldn’t stop the soft squeak that escaped her as her finger sunk inside her tight asshole. Her body arched in the chair of her desk. She heard the soft scrape of desk against floor and saw Violet’s pose matching hers. Her sister smiled wide, the two staring into each others eyes as they both came. 
Lily sucked in her breath, trying to keep from making much noise as her hips bucked. She leaned back into her tail, which braced against the floor to keep her--and the desk--in place as she spasmed and climaxed. Her cunny clenched tightly around her finger, muscles tugging it deeper as she twitched.
She sighed sweetly, lowering her butt back to the wooden seat and letting her panties fall back in place as she drew both fingers out of herself. She watched as Mr. Ferris slowly caught his breath again, his chest heaving in his crisp shirt and tweed jacket. His eyes flicked up and she blushed as he made eye contact. As if someone else were in control, she lifted her hand slowly, fingers coated in frothy arousal. She licked them clean as he stared, wrapping her fingers around each digit and sucking them in turn. Her embarrassment made her cheeks burn, but she couldn’t break eye contact. The moment shattered when her phone buzzed and Mr. Ferris started shuffling urgently through papers.

[Violet: Slut.]
[Violet: Told you it tastes good.]
	
The bell rang while poor Mr. Ferris was trying to announce tomorrow’s homework assignment. Scraping of desks and rustling of packs drowned out his voice as the jocks barrelled out of the room. Violet grabbed Lily’s arm, ensuring that the two of them were hidden inside the miniature stampede. Lily squeaked when she felt Violet’s hand grab her ass as the two passed out the door.
“Look,” Violet whispered. “He’s looking for you. He wants you,” she said as she dragged her toward their next class. “I’m gonna make sure he gets you.” She giggled delightedly at the look on Lily’s face.

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Scott sighed as he closed the book on the day, both figuratively and literally. The rest of his day had gone as he had hoped. Sure, not every single student in every class had been on the edge of their seats at the prospect of learning mathematics, but there had been enough engaged students in each class to keep the lectures rolling, with plenty of people asking questions and answering them. Plus, he’d felt a lot more relaxed after quietly jerking himself off in the faculty bathroom.
He’d tried to forget the sight of that spread pussy and puckered tailhole all day. He’d decided to become a teacher to get students excited about math, not so that he could get excited about the students. But those twins had been so erotic, so obscene, that he’d barely made it to the faculty bathroom without having his raging erection discovered. And the way the twins had locked eyes when they came--obviously this wasn’t their first time doing something like this. His mind wandered as he found himself wondering just what else the two had done together.
He shook his head and scolded himself internally. Best to forget about them both. He’d have to deal with them all week, but surely they wouldn’t try another stunt like that. When the redhead had squeaked, she’d almost been figured out by one of the jocks who, luckily, had had his attention pulled away by a text a second later. Even if they did try to put on another show, he would ignore them. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of catching him staring. Not again, anyway.
He shifted in his chair to keep himself settled in his sheath, then shoved his papers into his attache. He glanced at the clock above the door. 4:27. He didn’t want to admit how long he’d sat there fantasizing about the twins. He flipped out the lights as he headed out. He’d always enjoyed walking through an empty school afterhours. Even five years out of high school, it had a sense of impropriety and the suggestion of power. Even most of the after school extracurriculars had already headed home. He hummed cheerfully as he headed for the front exit of the school, wanting to make it out before the janitor barred the doors for the night.
His ears barely flicked as he heard a soft creak nearby. Then something warm wrapped around his wrist and he was wrenched to one side. He stumbled into an empty classroom and whirled around toward the door. 
Pressed up against the door, clearly intending to bar his exit, was the otter twin with dark fur and blonde hair. She grinned at him predatorily. Scott spun around. The blinds of the room’s two windows were drawn and the lights were out, the room only lit by the afternoon sunlight streaming through the upper window slits. Then his eyes fell on the teacher’s desk. The light-furred, redheaded otter sat on top of it. Lily. He had checked his roster during lunch. Their regular teacher had written “gifted?” beside her name. And her sister was Violet. Two lovely flowers.
Lily sat with her legs pressed together and her hands on her knees. On the desk beside her, pretty pink panties that Scott couldn’t help but recognize were laid out neatly. The room seemed hotter when he noticed that particular detail, and he found his eyes drawn to the closed, slender thighs.
“She couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see you,” Violet said behind him. He felt the warmth of Violet’s body as she moved up behind him, her full breasts pressing against his back. “You should tell her you missed her, too,” she cooed.
Scott swallowed nervously. He felt his shaft stirring in its sheath. Violet’s hands were sliding up his chest, pulling at his tweed jacket. He heard his attache thump to the floor beside him.
“Don’t worry,” Violet had leaned up on her tiptoes to whisper to him. “We can keep a secret if you can. We all want this.”
Then the girl’s fingers were at his waist, undoing his belt. His jeans were feeling much too tight. His mind screamed for him to do something, to disentangle this student from him and make an exit. Instead, his eyes were locked on the girl perched on the desk. Lily, he reminded himself. Not just some girl. Lily. He couldn’t move.
“All of us?” he asked softly, meeting her eyes. Her sister had been calling the shots this morning, bullying her through her phone. He couldn’t deny the surging in his sheath, but he wouldn’t be Violet’s tool in abusing her sister against her will.
But Lily met his eyes and nodded without hesitation, though her cheeks were bright with her blush. She spread her legs slowly, not far enough that he could spy that sweet, pink cunny again, but enough to show him the pool of liquid glistening on the polished wood desk. It was pretty obvious that she did, in fact, want something.
Violet’s fingers hadn’t paused. He could hear the prong of his belt jingle faintly as it dangled loose and the girl’s hand brushed it back to get at his fly. She pried the button free. When she drew down the zipper his shaft all but sprang forward, causing both girls to gasp.
“Fuck!” Violet said appreciatively, cupping the base of his equine member with both hands. Lily merely stared at it, eyes wide. “I told you he’d be big,” Violet cooed, her breasts still pressed into his back, both hands cradling his semi-erect flesh. Scott closed his eyes, feeling her small hands slide over the lower end of his shaft, quickly working away what little flaccidity he had left.  Fully erect, his shaft easily surpassed the one foot mark. Violet drew her hands and body away and walked around him to take in the sight. She stood by the desk, leaning in toward her sister.
Violet put her hand on her sister’s knee, sliding it upward slowly, fingers teasing along the inside of her thigh. “Tell him what you think, Lily.”
Lily blushed through her soft blonde fur, lowering her chin demurely though her eyes didn’t leave his cock. She licked her lips and said quietly, “It’s... it’s really big, sir.”
Violet’s hand traveled up further, pushing the skirt along with it. Scott’s shaft surged upward, bobbing, as the hem of her skirt fell just shy, teasing him, barely denying him a glimpse.  “Go on, you filthy little bitch,” Violet said in a sweet, but sinister voice. She was leaning in close, breasts pressed against Lily’s arm, muzzle brushing against her neck. She pinched the tender flesh on the inside of Lily’s thigh, sharp and quick. Lily squeaked and spread her legs. Scott opened his mouth to protest, but his voice caught as he glimpsed the full view of Lily’s pussy. His shaft flexed again and a bead of precum formed on its tip. “Tell him what you want,” Violet whispered, teeth brushing across Lily’s neck.
Lily swallowed nervously and pushed herself forward off the desk. She stepped forward slowly, her cheeks dark red under her fur. “I... I want it inside me, Mr. Ferris,” she said quietly. “I want to suck you off. Sir.” Mary-Janes clicking on the floor, she slowly closed the gap between them, little fingers undoing her crisp blouse as she did so. Behind her, Violet had taken the girl’s seat on top of the desk. As Scott watched, both girls removed their tops almost simultaneously, Violet’s full breasts, perky with youth, bounced when they came free of the girl’s tanktop, while Lily’s were so small that there was barely anything to bounce, the flesh waiting patiently for puberty to kick in. All four breasts, regardless of size, were capped by small pink nipples, aroused and poking visibly through the girls’ fur. Scott drank in the sight, short of breath, and could feel his precum driblling down his thick shaft. His pulse throbbed in his ears and he could barely hear as Lily finished her thought: “And then, sir, I want you to fuck me.”
“I-I don’t think...” he started to say, but then Lily’s hands were on him, stroking down his thick length and also pulling him forward. He was going to protest how little she was. He couldn’t imagine ever fitting inside her. As she gripped his shaft, experimentally sliding her fingers along his girth as she led him, his objection was only reinforced. Together, both her hands could barely encompass his girth. But he let himself be led forward until Lily’s butt bumped against the desk, Violet’s legs, still encased in their shredded denim, on either side of her slender body. Lily knelt in front of him and within a moment her little tongue was collecting the line of precum on his flared head. 
He looked down at the half-naked girl kneeling in front of him, her skirt pooling around her knees on the floor, her hands wrapped around his shaft and tongue lapping like a kitten down the trail his precum had drawn down his length. He closed his eyes and groaned quietly as more of the fluid greeted her, a quick spurt of the thick cream dripping out of him and onto her muzzle. She let out a quiet, startled sound and then moved her lips back to the flared tip of his cock, opening her mouth to encompass it and swallowing when more leaked out of him.
Scott groaned, his knees weakening as he watched Lily stretch her mouth around him. She could barely manage, but she did, lips stretched taut and teeth just barely parted enough for comfort. He leaned forward, bracing himself on the edge of the desk, finding himself inches from Violet’s grinning lips. Small hands traced the strong line of his jaw, reminding him that Violet was just as young as her sister, despite having the curves of a woman and a flair for sexual deviancy. She grabbed him then and kissed him, hard and hungry, and he could feel the heat radiating off her little body.
A small tongue invaded his mouth as its twin flicked rapidly along the edge of his flared cocktip. He trembled as he felt Lily suck on him, the tightness of her mouth coupled with the suction leading to an incredible sensation. Then he felt Lily shift underneath him, pulling his throbbing shaft downward. He let out a startled sound and would have made a protest, but Violet bit his lip sharply and grabbed his hair, not letting him break the kiss. Lily was angling his cock as far down as its turgidness would allow, almost to the point of discomfort. Then he felt her mouth moving upward and he grunted when his flared tip nudged her uvula.
He had to lift his hand to Violet’s chest to break the kiss, pushing her off him with a little more force than he intended. “She’ll choke,” he said, looking down at the neat array of braided red hair underneath him. He groaned when she didn’t stop and he felt the muscles of her throat pressing underneath the ridge of his cocktip. Violet’s giggle was sweet and slightly derisive as she pulled away from him to stand on the desk. 
“Don’t be silly,” she said, turning around. The thick tip of her tail curled upward, teasing the curve of his neck. “I trained her - a lot - for just this sort of opportunity. You’re the first real thing of course,” she explained sweetly. Scott heard the sound of a zipper, but his concentration was on the tight, warm throat sliding slowly further and further up his shaft. Looking down, even from this angle, he could see Lily’s sleek, slender throat distended by his girth. He shuddered and the girl squirmed as his cock thickened in her throat and drooled warm pre directly down her esophagus. 
“And she’s an otter,” Violet continued. The sound of her voice raised Scott’s attention to the girl in front of him, just in time to see her pull the waistband of her jeans down over the curve of her ass. He inhaled instinctively at the sight and his nostrils filled with the scent of aroused young otter. Her round hips swayed in front of him as she wiggled the pants off, pretty pink tailhole just a few inches from his nose, her thick rudder tail lifted deliberately to show off.
Past the full curve of her rump, the jeans fell away on their own, revealing a glistening pink pussy. Though her breasts and hips had taken on the attributes of a woman, here it was clear there were parts of her still waiting, aching, to mature. The sweet cunny was a match to the one he had seen in class that morning under Lily’s skirt. Her dark fur thinned near the lips, which were slick with arousal but smooth with youth and immaturity. The sight filled him with desire. 
“I bet she can hold her breath far longer than you can hold out,” Violet finished, Scott’s head swimming a little as he tried to reclaim the thread of her comments. He lowered his hand gently to Lily’s head, groaning as his cock sank deeper inside her. Violet turned in front of him, completely nude now, her hips level with his face. She leaned over and bit his ear gently, whispering, “Go ahead. Fuck her face. She can take it. Fuck her face, and I’ll let you taste.” 
He whinnied softly and his hips gave a short, instinctive jerk, and he felt himself sink another inch inside Lily’s throat. Her lips were fully halfway up his shaft now. She didn’t protest. Instead, he felt her swallow hard along his length, and the peristalsis pulled at him, urging him deeper and creating an amazing squeeze down his length, which milked more of his precum into her throat.
Scott closed his eyes, gripping the edge of the desk with one hand and gingerly cupping Lily’s head with the other. He drew a few inches out of her and thrust experimentally, holding her head in place. His whole body shuddered at the sensation, and Lily didn’t panic underneath him. He heard the soft pad of Violet’s feet and opened his eyes to see her climbing off the desk. She moved to the two backpacks that had been discarded against the wall, one pink and one purple, labelled with the girls’ names. She bent over, unzipping the pink bag labelled “LILY” to rummage through it.
He groaned when she bent over like that, even knowing she did it deliberately. Holding Lily’s head, he thrust again and sank deeper inside her mouth. Violet glanced behind her and grinned approvingly at him. She reached deep inside Lily’s backpack and finally seemed to find what she was looking for. When she stood, Scott saw a string of three metal balls on a nylon cord, each the size of a golf ball. His eyes widened, surprised both that they would smuggle sex toys into the school, but also that they seemed to be Lily’s toy.
Violet walked back over to the two of them with the balls dangling from her finger, delighting at the teacher’s expression. “She never goes out without them,” she said sweetly. “She’d probably have them in right now, if she hadn’t gotten off so nicely in class this morning.”
Scott looked down but, of course, Lily couldn’t exactly confirm or deny Violet’s accusation with her throat stretched around his massive shaft. He whinnied again, cupping her head with both hands now as he drew out again and thrust deeper. Her lips were creeping further along his shaft, and her nose would soon be buried in the tuft of his pubic fur. She swallowed again, several times in succession, milking the precum of out him and making him groan. He barely noticed when Violet knelt underneath him, but he certainly noticed when Lily tensed underneath him and jerked upward, pushing a couple inches deeper. He looked down and saw Lily’s cute ass poking out under the skirt that Violet lifted with one hand. Lily’s tail thumped noisily against the wooden desk as Scott watched the second ball get pushed inside of her.
He shuddered and she swallowed, then he grabbed her pigtails carefully and thrust, pushing the last inch inside her as Violet popped the last ball into place. Lily trembled underneath him and both her hands raised up, clutching his hips as her body twitched on the floor, hips bouncing up and down wildly and throat rapidly sliding up and down last couple of inches of his cock. She was cumming, he realized dimly, just as Violet lowered her hand and he could see fluid squirt out of the girl and onto her sister’s fingers.
Violet left her sister trembling around his cock and climbed back up onto the desk. She stood in front of him, wide stance showing off her pink cunny, and dipped her hand down to smear her sister’s girlcum into her lips. 
“Harder,” she said softly, moaning as she rubbed her own pussy. “Fuck my sister’s face properly.”
Eyes locked on the young otter cunny in front of him, Scott felt his body complying. His hands tightened their grip on her pigtails and his hips thrust. She quivered and came again underneath him as his balls slapped against her chin. He knew he couldn’t last much longer. He set up a rhythm, four inches sliding out of her throat before he pulled on her pigtails and slammed them back in again. His hips pushed forward, pinning her head against the desk as he fucked her, stuffing her face full of his massive equine shaft as she came again and swallowed around the surging member, her muscles rippling down his length, drawing out drops of precum and teasing him closer to the brink.
Violet made a cooing sound of approval and moved her hands to his ears. She gripped them painfully and thrust her cunt into his face. Scott dove in hungrily, broad equine tongue dragging over her lips, tasting both girls there, two distinct tastes that he couldn’t quite separate. When he had licked her lips clean of Lily’s cum, he roughly shoved his thick tongue inside her tight hole. The girl above him squealed with pleasure and she came immediately, tight pussy clenching around his tongue and body curling over his head, hips bucking desperately on his tongue. The taste of Violet’s orgasm washed over his tongue and triggered his own. He let go of Lily’s head with one hand, gripping Violet’s ass instead as his hips made Lily’s head thump against the desk, thrusting deep and shoving Lily’s nose against his pubis.
Scott felt his balls clench up toward his body and his insides grow into a single taut point. Lily’s teeth pressed into the base of his massive shaft as it thickened impressively for orgasm. The classroom faded away as he came, his world focused into a cunny to bury his tongue in and a girl to bury his cock in. He thrust forward hard with a solid thud and his seed erupted out of him, flooding directly into Lily’s stomach. His quick jerk in the bathroom this morning paled compared to this. He whinnied into Violet’s cunt as Lily swallowed around his cock and jet after jet of his thick, hot juice filed her, bucking wildly, using his hand to try to shield Lily’s head from the desk as much as he could. Six, seven, thick ropes of his cum shot out of him before he began to shudder and slow. He heard a soft thump and was vaguely aware of Violet falling back onto her butt on the desk, panting and satiated. His body quivered as Lily swallowed, milking one last spurt out of his thick cock. 
Quickly, he felt relief from the teeth pressed at the base, and gradually from the tightness of Lily’s throat as well. He drew back as he softened inside her, his long, flaccid cock eventually dropping from her lips to hang, dripping.
He pulled over the teacher’s rolling chair and fell into it, panting. On the floor, Lily coughed once, drooling his cum. She looked up at him, blushed, and pulled her legs up to her nude chest, quivering on the floor against the desk.
Above her, Violet sat up, a satisfied expression on her face. She glanced down at his cock and pouted cutely. She stood, walking over to him.
“You’re not spent yet, are you, Mr. Ferris?” She asked sweetly as she pressed her nude body to his side. She reached down, fingers tracing down the thin skin of his scrotum. Reaching his testicles, she cradled one at a time, each large enough to fill her tiny hand. “I read once that stallions need to be milked thoroughly before they’re really sated. Right?”
She trailed a finger down his drooping shaft, clicking her tongue thoughtfully.
“We just need to find the right motivation.”
She looked at Lily without saying anything. Without meaning to, Scott did, too. Lily blushed under their gazes, her tongue darting out to lick the cum off her chin. Violet didn’t have to prompt her. With her sparkling blue eyes staring at his shaft, she stood up. Even the sight of her half naked was enough to make him twitch, his eyes drinking in the sight of her immature breasts and little pink nipples. She put her hands on the edge of the desk and lifted herself onto it. Scott stepped closer without consciously meaning to. She laid back and he felt like he towered over her. Her knees bent and her feet lifted up to brace on the edge of the desk. When she spread her legs the tiniest amount, her skirt slid off her knees and gathered at her waist, revealing again to his hungry eyes that young, glistening, perfect pussy.
“Perfect,” Violet said excitedly, echoing his thought. But she was referring to his cock, which had begun to stir when he stepped forward, then lurched upward when Lily’s cunny had come into view. With Lily laying exposed before him and Violet’s hand cupping and stroking the base, it was only a matter of moments before his cock stood thick and full again, arching out over Lily’s supine body.
Violet pulled away from him as he reached out, stroking the outside of Lily’s thighs slowly from knee to hip. She closed her eyes and arched slightly into his touch, a murmur of pleasure escaping her lips even as she blushed dark red from embarrassment. He shifted his hands down, fingers squeezing into the pert flesh of her rump. Above her head, Violet climbed onto the desk as well, the motion shaking a bead of precum from his tip to drop into Lily’s belly button. Lily giggled nervously and he whickered in reply. 
Violet leaned forward, placing her hands to either side of Lily’s hips, her knees by her sister’s ears. “Just one rule,” she said softly, leaning in to nose his chest. “This?” Her fingers cupped Lily’s pussy lovingly. Moisture seeped between her fingers, dribbling down between Lily’s buttcheeks to make her tailhole glisten. Lily’s thick, rudder tail twitched to thump against the inside of Scott’s thigh, wrapping itself there securely.
“This is mine,” Violet finished, stroking the lips just enough to make Lily moan underneath her. Scott felt himself blink, staring down at the little pink pucker of Lily’s anus. He had been uncertain a moment ago, but now he was downright dubious. Violet pulled back from him and sat back on her heels, kneeling just behind Lily’s head, the intent in her position obvious. Lily met his eyes then, his lips already parted to protest. 
She stopped him, softly saying, “Please, Mr. Ferris.”
Scott closed his eyes, his cock throbbing at the sound of her sweet words. He gripped her ass tighter and she spread her legs in response, the immature lips of her pussy spreading as she did so, the bright pink of her inner labia taunting him. Lily reached down, grasping his cock just underneath the flared tip to position him. Then that tight little pucker was pressed against his tip, precum drooling out to coat it, the tiny hole dwarfed by his wide, flared head.
She gripped his head tighter and he felt her butt push into his hands and the pressure on the tip of his cock increased dramatically. He groaned in pleasure and squeezed her ass firmly in his hands, spreading her small cheeks and pulling as he leaned into her.
She squeaked quietly, the pressure between them rising. Her feet slipped off the edge of the desk and kicked frantically for a second before they found his hips and planted themselves there, little toes digging into his sides. The tail wrapped around his inner thigh tightened and then pulled, too, every part of Lily’s body engaged in pushing his massive cock inside her, with only her arousal and his precum as lubricant, although there was more than enough of the latter.
Scott stared at where their flesh met, entranced, excited, and anxious. He leaned into her, using his body weight to press at that tiny hole while his hands pulled her ass, all while seeming no closer to their goal.
It happened suddenly. One moment he felt something relax and the muscle barring his entrance began to stretch, just a little, and the next moment he was inside her, her anus spread taut just beneath the flare of his cocktip and the girl arched on the desk, twitching underneath him and whimpering.
He stopped, panting, holding her butt tightly with one hand, the other having moved up to her side, stroking her as he murmured soothing things. Her pussy spasmed and he could feel it from within her, her already viselike tailhole twitching and clenching tighter as a brief orgasm washed over her. Violet only watched, cupping her own cunny in one hand. Lily calmed down after a moment, still quietly whimpering. But the sound had a new timbre to it and Scott felt her toes curl into his sides. She pushed and he groaned as the tight ring of her anus slipped further down his shaft. The pressure around his flesh was more than anything he had ever felt, teasing on the edge of discomfort. Lily’s hands moved from his stiff cock to his wrists, clinging there tenaciously.
Their eyes met again, Lily’s mouth hanging open as she panted softly. She tugged on his wrists and he complied, leaning his weight forward again as her toes, her tail, and her whole body pulled at him. Then he felt something, something he had forgotten. As his cock sank deeper her felt the warm metal ball of Lily’s toy against his tip. Alarmed, he tried to pull back, but Lily was heedless, her whole body pulling at him, wanting him deeper. The ball rolled under the flare of his tip, pressing hard into his flesh, the nylon cord digging into him as well. 
He pulled back again, and this time she let him but her body arched and she whined quietly, a sound that made him grip her tighter, realizing just how much she wanted and needed him. He licked his lips, whickering softly in reply, then thrust forward, her body pushing down, welcoming, insisting on him being deeper.
The dance played out between them several times, his withdraw, her whine, and his thrust. His cocktip slipped over the second and third balls of her toy as well, the string of large metal beads wrapped snugly in a spiral around his shaft. His thrust drove them deeper inside her body along with more of his thick girth. They moved with him when he pulled his hips back and she gave him that little whine. The sound of her needing him made his cock ache, his shaft thick with arousal, stretching her. He was more than half inside her now, and he could see a lump in her flesh just above her pubis that faded when he drew back. She pulled at his wrists urgently, her body arching down onto him rhythmically, forcing him to fuck her in time with the motion of her body, sinking a little deeper each time she pulled at him.
There was a soft cooing, purring sound and he looked up, not breaking from thrusting into the little girl laid out on the desk. Violet, eyes half-lidded, was looking at him with approval, and the sound had been a deliberate move to lure him into eye contact. Once his eyes met hers, she sat up on her knees and moved forward, kneeling over Lily’s face. Looking down, he saw her hand move away from her pussy, palm coated with arousal and the fur of her inner thighs matted with it. Lily strained her head up, muzzle parted and tongue darting out, greeting Violet’s slit with the enthusiasm of an estranged lover. He whinnied instinctively at the sight, which filled him with desire and a vague jealousy. His next thrust was harder, driving him deeper, and he felt a perverse satisfaction when Lily’s lips pulled away, just briefly, to gasp.
The bulge in Lily’s belly lengthened, the lump taking on the vague outline of his cock as it traveled further up her belly, the bump of one of the metal balls outlined clearly. He buried his cock and the toy deeper and deeper inside of her, the slender girl visibly distending around his equine proportions. The sight thrilled him and he gripped Lily’s ass tighter as he pushed further. The small hands gripping his wrists trembled, tugged, nails digging into his flesh. Then, on the next thrust, he felt the solid, furred warmth of her thick tail as his balls swung to meet it. Another thrust and he was fully inside her. He stood there for a moment, panting and looking down at Lily, the skin of her belly stretched and Violet’s juice running down her cheeks. Lily quivered and he could feel her body quake around his cock, her muscles squeezing at him, pushing the metal balls and nylon cord deeper into his engorged flesh. Violet was arched back, fingers curled around the far edge of the desk, full breasts bouncing on her chest as her hips bobbed on Lily’s muzzle. His cock thickened at the sight, stretching Lily’s anus even tighter.
From under her sister’s cunny, she made that sound again. That sweet whine that was for him. Her tiny hands pulled at his thick wrists. His body shuddered in response and he leaned over her, drawing his hips back and several inches of his cock with them. The desk shook underneath the three of them as his hips drove forward to met hers and she cried out underneath her sister. He could feel his balls tightening already, that deep seated warmth that insisted upon itself. His instincts took over, complying with the eager tug of Lily’s hands. The slow, deepening pace they had set earlier was quickly forgotten as he rammed his cock inside her again, her body arching to meet him, eager sounds escaping the lips of both sisters.
His hips accelerated, shaking the desk as the classroom filled with the sounds of the two girls moaning and the rapid thudding of his hips slamming against Lily’s body. His cock thickened inside her as his balls drew up. He whinnied as the string of metal balls tightened around his shaft like a noose. He gripped Lily’s ass tightly, her body off the desk, pinned down by his hands and Violet’s hips. She was already cumming, and the feeling of the tight, spasmodic contractions of her muscles around his penetrating shaft set him off. His hips thundered against her, the desk scraping noisily several inches across the floor as the first thick jet of his seed filled her bowels. She and Violet cried out in harmony, Violet’s thighs squeezing around Lily’s pigtails as she bucked on her sister’s face, fucking herself on the open, eager muzzle while the three of them came together.
Scott hunched over Lily’s tiny body, chest pressed against her, muzzle near her chin and Violet’s clenched thigh as he rutted into her, hips thumping again and again as his semen erupted out of him, his cock pulsing, straining in the grip of the toy inside her as his cum spurted into her. Still clutching her ass, he trembled and thrust again, her tightness milking him and extending his orgasm as several more ropes of his thick seed were pulled out of him. He arched, whinnied, and pushed before his body went lax, leaving him panting on top of the girl with her anus clenched tightly around the very base of his shaft, which was surrounded by the warmths of her body and his seed. The viselike grip of her tailhole kept him erect, and she moaned as they both panted for breath, which caused the huge shaft to stir inside of her. Violet had slipped back off of Lily’s face at some point, her legs spread around the two of them, head hanging over the edge of the desk and breasts bouncing beautifully as she, too, fought for breath. 
Laying there, still erect inside this little girl, he knew he wasn’t drained even though his little playmates appeared spent. His desperate relief this morning, and even Lily’s impressive deepthroating, had been recreational. Having rutted into Lily, he felt the physical need to be drained. He stood up slowly, carefully conscious of the motion of his cock inside of the blonde-furred otter beneath him. Holding her hips, he extracted himself, watching her abused tailhole stretch when the metal balls were pulled out as well. She squeaked when his cock sprang free of her, the balls clattering wetly to the floor and his cum drooling obscenely out of her gaping asshole.
“Lily?” he asked conversationally. Both girls looked likely to fall asleep where they lay.
“Mr. Ferris?” she answered obediently, opening her eyes to look at him, though they drifted without fail to his semen-coated shaft which bobbed and dripped as he walked.
“Violet said she trained you. Is she trained too?”
Violet, chest still heaving, didn’t stir. He grinned, that same predatory grin she had worn so often that afternoon. Realization lit up Lily’s face. She blushed, but smiled too, sitting up on the desk.
“I, well...” she hesitated. “I’m pretty sure she had to learn first, before she could move on to teaching me, sir.”
He murmured at her appreciatively. He looked down at Violet as her head hung over the edge of the desk, her lips even with the height of his cock. She hadn’t passed out or fallen asleep, but she was gaining her wits back slower than her sister. “Hmmm?” she managed wistfully.
Lily met his eyes, biting her lower lip as she smiled encouragingly at him. As he reached down, cupping the back of Violet’s head, Lily got up on her knees and straddled her sister’s stomach. The tip of his cock met Violet’s lips, smearing them with his cooling seed. Her lips parted, instinctively at first, then, as realization began to wash over her, she opened her mouth to protest.
He pushed forward just then, filling her mouth with his cock. She squirmed once and made a startled sound around his turgid flesh, but Lily had shifted her weight back, pinning Violet’s hips down with her butt while her hands stroked gingerly over her sister’s body. 
“Don’t worry, Violet,” Lily said softly, an excited giggle catching in her voice. “I read somewhere that a stallion needs to be milked thoroughly before he’s really sated.”
Violet’s struggle was mostly instinctive, though, and she quickly calmed down. She whimpered, but Scott felt her head shift and tilt slightly and suddenly he could push forward again. This time, the girl taking his cock was at the perfect angle for him to see that lovely, slender neck stretch around it. 
He was as gentle with her as she was with Lily, which is to say, not very. His spent seed dripped down her face as it was pushed away by her gaping muzzle. He leaned forward, using his weight the way he had forced his way inside of Lily, and was rewarded with several inches sinking inside of the girl underneath him. Lily was practically bouncing on her sister with excitement, enjoying their little turnabout even more than Violet enjoyed using her. Scott’s fingers clutched in Violet’s perfect blonde ringlets, not tight or harsh enough to hurt, but tightly enough. He pushed himself steadily deeper until he eventually felt the warmth of her face and the faint tickling of her eyelashes against his scrotum as he managed to hilt himself in her throat.
He stopped there for a moment and looked up at the adorable little girl perched on top of her sister--his accomplice. She bit her lip again and smiled at him. Still gripping Violet’s hair in one hand, he beckoned her with the other. She moved up her sister’s body, sitting on her chest just below her breasts. Scott reached out, enveloping her in his arm as she pressed her slender body against his firm chest. They kissed, both their mouths tasting like Violet’s cunt. He held her tight and drew his hips back, balls smacking Violet soundly in the forehead as he thrust inside her again.
Lily wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him as if a hurricane were trying to sweep her away. For his part, he kept his arm tight around her, their lips never wavering as he abused Violet’s throat. Already in rut, it didn’t take long for his cock to begin to swell thicker inside of her. He held Lily tightly to him, the desk shaking as his testicles slapped noisily against the girl’s face. His fingers gripped tighter in her hair and he felt her body tense under Lily’s thighs, steeling herself for what was about to happen. The release came suddenly and violently as he thrust hard inside her throat, cock surging and seed shooting out of him into her belly. He trembled, body jerking, as he and Lily clung together. The kiss broke when he tossed his head back and whinnied, thrusting into Violet’s throat again and pouring his hot cum into her, spurt after thick, ropey spurt as he rutted and his testicles drained.
His hips twitched unpredictably, jerking into Violet’s face, the girl’s throat obediently milking his shaft as he emptied himself into her. A minute and possibly more ticked away as he clutched Lily to his chest, every muscle taut and fingers roughly holding Violet’s head in place around his throbbing, gushing shaft. His muscles twitched again and the desk scraped across the floor a little and he was finally empty.
Lily lifted herself off her sister without moving away from him, and it was her little hands that gingerly extracted his flaccid cock from her throat. Violet coughed once and sat up, taking in deep gulps of air, breasts jiggling prettily. Sated, his shaft retracted into his sheath. He tucked his package back into his shorts and rebuttoned his jeans. 
“If you tried as hard at your lessons in class as you did at your private ‘lessons,’ school would go a lot easier for you,” he said sincerely. Gently extricating himself from Lily’s arms, he picked his jacket up off the floor, brushing the dust off the tweed.
“Yes, Mr. Ferris,” Violet said hoarsely. He looked over at her, seeing the lowered eyes behind her eyelashes and the soft, foreign blush through the chocolate fur of her cheeks. Beside her, Lily was standing with a sweet smile, straight-backed and confident. He grinned at their change in demeanor. The room glowed orange with the threat of dusk. The hour was growing late and the school was utterly deserted by now. The front doors would be barred and he’d have to take the girls out through the faculty entrance.
“Do you girls need a ride home?”
Lily was slipping into her blouse. Her mary-janes clicked on the floor as she walked over to him, hand tucking her pair of panties into his attache while she leaned against him. She tilted her head back so that it rested on his chest and she could look up at him. “We can walk, sir. Don’t you think it would look odd, you driving two girls home from school so late at night, Mr. Ferris?”
He slid his arm around her waist, drinking in her warmth. “You can say Violet got detention and you waited around for her. They still let substitutes give detention these days, believe it or not.” He glanced between Violet and Lily and got the impression that, as he’d guessed, the story wasn’t very far-fetched at all.
“In fact, I’m pretty sure your sweet sister’s attitude has earned you both a whole week of detention.”