A Dog's Day

Robbie brushed his teeth in the bathroom mirror. His shaking hands made his strokes erratic and messy. He spat, rinsed, and braced himself on the counter, hanging his head over the sink. He couldn't imagine his luck. He checked the text message he got from Trixie for the twelfth time since getting home from school.

-hey ur the border collie in ms rubys hr, rite?
-ur reely cute! <3 <3 <3
-come by the soda shop after school on friday and ill bring you to my house
-I got a suprise for u!
-;P
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No doubt, it was her. The picture attached was taken in the girls' bathroom mirror at school. Its Trixie, bending over and flashing her panties under her gorgeous red tail. What a smoking hot fox-girl! And she wanted to see HIM! Its like he was dreaming. Hell, maybe he was. If you were to tell Robbie that the prettiest girl in the eighth grade would one day, out-of-the-blue, make a booty-call to a nerdy nobody seventh grader like him, he'd say you were crazy, stupid, or both. He left the bathroom and closed the door to his bedroom behind him.

Today was the day. The day he was gonna lose his virginity to a hot vixen. He agonized over what to wear, thinking for a second she might like a collie in a tux, but remembering his only “suit” was a onesie from Halloween. He had decided on regular polo shirt and shorts when he heard his phone get another text. He raced over to it and opened the messenger app.

-i have a better idea
-meet me in the equipment room at school

Robbie's brow knit in confusion, and before he could stop himself, he replied.

-That's crazy! We'll never get in, and we'd get caught trying!

He regretted his hasty remark immediately, and was scrambling to think of a retraction when the next message came through.

-naw bby
-i got a key
-c u soon
-xoxo

Crisis averted, Robbie let out the breath he forgot he was holding. She wanted to do it at the school? The thought was equal parts intimidating and exciting. He threw on his shoes and ran downstairs. “I'm heading out now,” he called out.

“Okay, sweetie!” His mother replied, “Have fun at your friend's house, and remember to call us if you're staying over!”

“Yes, Mom!” he said, as his mind swam with the implications of spending the night with Trixie.

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Robbie's thoughts turned from erotic to trepidatious when he reached the gym entrance to the school. What the hell was he doing?! Trespassing, he reminded himself. He shook the seditious thought from his mind, instead letting the image of the vixen's raised tail drive him forward. He swiveled his head about to make sure no one was looking, and tried the door. As promised, it was unlocked, and he slowly crept inside. The overhead lights were on, but dim. He checked once and then twice, the coast was clear. Robbie spotted the door to the equipment room, slightly ajar, and made his way to it carefully. It couldn't have been more than forty feet away, but the distance felt like miles while Robbie's head danced and spun in mad anticipation. What if she just wanted a kiss? What if they got caught? What if she wanted it in the butt? What if she wanted it in his butt?! Before he knew it, he was already passing the threshold into the equipment room.

The lights were out, the only illumination came from the gym behind Robbie. “Close the door,” came a whisper. He obeyed, easing the door shut until it clicked locked. The room was wrapped in pitch black darkness. Robbie could hear nothing but his own breathing, until he worked up the courage to whisper back, “T- Trixie...?”

A tiny rattle rang out and the collie was struck momentarily blind. He shielded his eyes with one hand, blinking away the discomfort. When his vision returned, what he saw chilled his blood. Holding the pull-chain to the room's only light source was a tall, smartly dressed adult zebra with a ponytail, red lipstick and designer glasses. She wore a calf-length beige dress-skirt and a dark-red button-down blouse. She carried a black, faux-leather purse with a brilliantly glittering red 'R' on its face.

“MISS RUBY!!!” Robbie's voice broke as he fell onto his shorts, kicking his legs as he backed himself against the door. “I- I- I, ah, uhhh, I!” he stammered, panic straining his still breaking voice. The zebra remained silent, bringing her hand down to rest on her hip. “Miss Ruby, I'm so so so sorry! I didn't mean to break into school! I got a text from Trixie and she's really pretty and she wanted to meet here and she said we wouldn't get caught and-!” This was it! He was dead! He'd be given a years detention or expelled or sent to boot camp or-...

“Shhhhhh...” Miss Ruby held up one finger, her eyes cool and relaxed. Robbie fell silent, but couldn't keep a tear from welling up in his eye. “Robbie, Robbie, Robbie,” she repeated, her voice as soft as cream. “I know exactly why you're here.” His eyes welled up even more―the genuine article of 'puppy-dog' eyes―and he sniffed back his tears. “Oh give it a rest, silly puppy. You're not in trouble,” she assured him, giggling. Robbie sat up a little straighter and wiped his face.

“What ab-out... Tri-xie...?” he managed, still coming down from his near sob.

“She's not here,” Miss Ruby replied flatly, “and most assuredly has no idea whats going on.”

“Then...” Robbie began, sufficiently calm,” How... did you...?”

Miss Ruby reached into her purse and removed a hot-pink smartphone with star-shaped stickers. “I confiscated this from the little skank when I caught her rifling through my purse for my wallet and cigarettes, yesterday,” her cherry lips curled in a sneer as she bit her consonants. Robbie shrunk further into the door from her tone, but his eyes flashed wide at the news. Stealing? Smoking?! He had never imagined a pretty girl being so inappropriate. The image of Trixie in her panties turned slightly sour in his head. Miss Ruby continued, “so, invading her privacy in return, I happened to find that scandalous little invitation she sent you.”

Robbie's head sunk, his gaze fell to the floor and his lip started to pout. That he apparently wasn't in trouble was all well and good, but the only other logical conclusion to draw from this situation was obvious; he wasn't gonna pop his cherry with a hot, eighth-grade fox-girl. His pity-party was cut short, however, when the word 'yesterday' fought its way to the front of his mind. “But... if she doesn't have her phone...” he began slowly, squinting in frustrated thought. He lifted his head and met Miss Ruby's gaze.

“Clever boy,” she smiled, shaking Trixie's phone like a toy, “I sent you the message to come here.” She looked at the screen. “I must say, I'm quite proud of how well I recreated her atrocious spelling and grammar,” she mused.

“But... why...?” Was all Robbie could manage. He couldn't make heads-or-tails of what he was being told.

“Because,” Miss Ruby cut through his haze of confusion, “I found something else. Something I thought you should see.” She tapped the screen a few times and handed it to Robbie. For a split second he hoped it was another, even more revealing photo. Instead it was Trixie's messenger app. It was a chat history with someone called 'Derek.'

-hey bae! Imma totes bring that loser collie to my house

-WTF gurl!
-u cheating on me?!
-LOLZ no bby its gonna be epic
-im just gonna snap some pics of his tiny puppy pp
-to share with my bffs
-dont u worry
-oh ok babe, have fun
-luv u
-xoxo

Robbie's heart sank like a rock. The time codes matched up with just mere minutes after she texted his phone. The earlier blue-balled disappointment returned, but with a sting of betrayal and embarrassment. How could he have been so stupid? The prettiest girl in school having the hots for the least noticeable nerd? He was torn between hot anger toward the treacherous temptress, and cold disdain for his own gullibility.

“So you see, when I learned she was going to do something so awful to you, I simply had to intervene,” Miss Ruby said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I'm so sorry, Robbie. Lying is a horrible thing to do to someone, but even then I'm shocked that she would try to hurt you like that.”

Robbie nodded somberly, “Its okay, Miss Ruby. Thank you for helping me like this.” He rose to his feet and turned toward the door, reaching for the handle. It was still locked. He glanced at Miss Ruby. “Can I go home now?”

“So soon?” Miss Ruby asked, “After an ordeal like that, you just want to leave empty-handed?”

Robbie nodded, the oddity of her question escaping him. He just wanted to go home, crawl in bed, and forget today ever happened.

“Oh no no,” she shook her head, ”that simply won't do! There must be something I can do to cheer you up!” She pursed her lips and tapped her chin exaggeratedly. Robbie shook his head, silently, but in clear exasperation, and stared at the door. “Are you suuuuure?” She asked. Her voice took on a mischievous quality and a devilish grin grew on her face. Robbie's ears twitched at this new approach and he looked back at the zebra.

Miss Ruby giggled playfully. “There is one more reason I lured you here,” she began, ”it has to do with something else I know that that little whore doesn't.” She sung her words in a teasing way that held Robbie's attention in an iron grip. She put Trixie's phone back in her purse and pulled out a sleek, unadorned black smartphone. She opened it and pulled up her image gallery. “You see... I have it on good authority that you don't, in fact, have a 'tiny puppy peepee,'” she said, selecting a file. Robbie's face began to blush, not sure how or why his genitals have become the focus of the conversation. Miss Ruby knelt down and slid over to meet Robbie at shoulder level, holding her phone before their faces. The picture was in black-and-white, and it took a few seconds for Robbie to register what he was looking at. It was a frame from the security camera footage of the boys locker room. “You don't even have an average doggy dick,” she continued, while she expanded the image to center on Robbie. His gym shorts were down. “You,” Miss Ruby whispered in his ear, “have a huge. Canine. Cock!”

The collie's face flushed even redder hearing his teacher compliment his penis. The photo depicted the seventh grader's member reaching halfway down his thigh. “Oh, don't worry about where I got the photo. I have an... arrangement... with coach Beatrice.” Miss Ruby giggled and added, “she's such a bad bunny when she wants to be.” Robbie slowly turned to meet his teacher's gaze. “She also told me its measurements. Nine-point-five inches, and a whopping five and a half inch girth!” She leaned in closer, almost kissing him, “and that's not even counting the knot, you stud.”

Robbie's words failed him. He couldn't think of a reply. What was he supposed to say? He was alone in a dark room while a fully grown female was heaping flattery on his junk! When he noticed her expectant silence, the best he could come up with was, “I'm glad you like it, Miss Ruby.” The innuendo of his statement hit him like a shot. “I-I mean!” he stammered, before Miss Ruby placed a finger over his mouth.

“I do indeed, little doggy.” Her words flowed like liquid gold, “and I'm sure Trixie would, too.” She stood up and slowly walked back toward the hanging light bulb, swaying her hips and tail as she let down her raven-black hair. “But that flat-bodied little double-crosser had her chance,” she said aloud, doing something with her shirt that Robbie couldn't see. “She doesn't deserve you, anyway. You're a straight-A student, you follow all the rules, you're never late for class,” she paused to momentarily glance back at Robbie, “not to mention you're hung like a bull.” She halted under the light and faced forward. “No. You don't need that silly little girl.” She turned to face Robbie, clutching at her suddenly unbuttoned shirt. “You deserve a REAL woman!” She wrenched her blouse open. Her G-cup breasts dropped out and bounced, and Robbie's mind imagined an audible “BOING!”

Robbie's jaw dropped as if his teeth had exploded. His tongue hung out to one side as his breathing turned heavy. Miss Ruby was wearing an open bra that showed off her practically glowing immaculate white tits and her big, black nipples were pierced with large golden hoops. She continued undressing, turning around, bending at the waist, and releasing her skirt's Velcro strap that was over her tail. She grabbed the waistband and dropped her skirt to her hooves without ceremony, revealing fishnet stockings and a garter belt that was objectively two sizes too small. Under the garter belt, however, there was nothing. As she was bent over, Robbie had a first-class view of his teacher's big, round, dazzlingly striped derriere, as well as her glistening, glossy-black equine vagina; two tiny square-cut rubies shone brilliantly from her pierced clitoris.

Miss Ruby stood up straight and looked back at her enamored student. “So... Do you still want to go home?” she asked. The little collie shook his head, jaw still open and tongue wagging from the motion. The sight made the zebra chuckle, and she also noticed the tent being pitched in his shorts. She found a gym mat on a shelf, rolled it out on the floor and knelt at the far end. Miss Ruby patted the mat with a hand. Robbie closed his mouth and stepped toward his teacher, the sound of blood rushing in his ears. Miss Ruby stretched out her arms and beckoned him closer with her fingers. Robbie moved in closer and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bringing his face within an inch of her breasts.

“Aww, don't be shy!” she said, and shoved the collie's head into her cleavage. A short, panicked yelp was all the noise he made before Miss Ruby proceeded to shake her tits to-and-fro all over his face. “Yeeeeah~,” she moaned, not slowing down, “this is what good boys with big cocks get. They get a face full of big bouncy tits! Betcha Trixie doesn't have these, does she?” She pulled his head out from her breasts and he caught his breath. “Does she?” Ms Ruby repeated.

“Nuh! No! Miss! Ru-... Ruby!” Robbie panted, the red in his face now a bright crimson.

His teacher sat up straighter on her knees and brought his hands around her thighs to her rear. “And what about this?” she asked, pressing his fingers into her tender rump, “this juicy, stripey bubble-butt that good boys with big cocks also get to play with. Think she's got something like this in her pants?”

“No, Miss Ruby!” he obediently replied, his head bowed under the weight of her rack.

“Damn right!” She drew back and bent down to be eye level with her student. “But enough about me, puppy. Tonight's all about you.” She peeled off his shirt, then she sat him down and took off his shoes. Miss Ruby ran her fingers up through the fur of his legs on the way to his shorts, drawing a long shudder from the collie. Her hands reached the bulge behind his zipper. “Quite the package you have for me,” she giggled, “Good thing I can provide an adult signature.”

Robbie was speechless again, panting heavier and louder every second. His mind was starting to go blank as she unzipped his shorts and pulled them off. The head of his member was showing from behind the waistband of his tidy-whiteys, bright red and already wet at the tip. “My my!” she cooed approvingly, “impatient aren't we?” Her gaze, however, drifted further down to an engorged mass that was undoubtedly Robbie's swollen knot. Miss Ruby licked her lips and lowered her face into his crotch. She planted a long, loud, wet kiss on his briefs just over his knot, finishing with a loud “Mwaah!” A patch of lipstick, red as Robbie's face and cock, was left smeared all over the front of his undies, almost giving the impression she had simply bitten through the fabric.

She rubbed a cheek against his bulge and asked, “How many lucky girls have seen you with your pants down, stud?” Robbie moved his mouth, but no words came. Eventually, he gave up and averted his gaze to a corner of the room. “Oh~?” Miss Ruby brought her head level with his, “No one, huh?” Robbie nodded. The zebra let out a long, low-tone whistle. “Maybe it was a better idea than I thought, stopping you from meeting Trixie.” She glanced back down at his crotch. “Silly brat might have gone and hurt herself on this thing.” Miss Ruby brought a hand to cup Robbie's balls through his underwear, eliciting a sharp gasp from the collie as he turned back to face her. “But me? Not only can I handle it,” she whispered, her breath washing over his face like fire, “I know how to handle it properly.”

Miss Ruby placed her hands on Robbie's shoulders and gently set his back on the mat. She dug her fingers under his briefs and peeled them off maddeningly slowly, his member bobbed when it was released from the elastic. “So red,” she muttered under her breath. She leaned forward and brought her giant tits up to Robbie's cock. With both hands she grasped his member and brought it into her cleavage. Robbie moaned and his tip leaked even more. “Oh my,” Miss Ruby said in mild surprise, “are you ready to blow so soon?” Robbie nodded, panting and lolling his tongue. “Poor puppy. I must have teased you a little too much.” She grabbed the sides of her massive buxom, keeping his dick in place. “I suppose its my fault. I should have guessed you'd be inexperienced, but you're just so adorable when you're overwhelmed.” If Robbie could understand her words, he gave no outward indication. “Well don't worry, superstar,” she said, squeezing her tits around the collie's boyhood, “Miss Ruby's gonna launch your red rocket right away!” Without further delay, she began pumping her tits up and down Robbie's cock.

“HuuuuUUUAAAAH!! Muhhh! Mi-hiii-hiisss! Rooo-hoob-bee-heee!!!!” Robbie howled. The collie's limbs seized and spasmed, his eyes bugged out of his head. Her pace was intense, her breasts lifting and slamming into his lap with incredible weight and force. The “FWAP FWAP FWAP” of their impact filled the air, matched in volume only by his moans and yelps. He grasped at the gym mat, almost ripping the foam-rubber.

“That's right, puppy,” Miss Ruby shouted encouragingly, “Drain your poor full balls! Be a good boy and dump your nuts all over your dirty teacher's fat fucking tits! You can do it!” She started to pant, more out of arousal than exertion. The head of Robbie's red cock poked a good few inches out of her cleavage with each downward thrust. She bent her head down and let out her tongue to catch his tip on each pass. She tasted his wetness and found it much to her liking. After a few more seconds, Ms Ruby lowered her head further and wrapped her painted lips around his tip, still pumping her tits up and down. Her cheeks were pulled gaunt from the sheer force of suction she was applying to the poor collie's cock.

With deliberate effort, Robbie forced his eyes to focus and looked down at what his teacher was doing to him, lifting his head as much as he could manage. It was the best thing he'd ever fucking seen! His vision was filled with a big, busty, curvy zebra making out with his trouser snake through her cleavage, light dancing off her nipple rings. He could just make out her huge, stripey ass wiggling side-to-side from behind her head and tits. He made eye contact with Miss Ruby as she sucked on him like a straw, his dumb expression reflected in her glasses.

She winked.

Something sparked in Robbie's balls, a fuse had been lit. His head fell back to the mat. He was no longer moaning or howling, just panting. He panted harder. And faster. And louder! He took in one final breath, eyes squeezed shut as his little chest puffed out to its fullest. Miss Ruby pulled her lips off his dick, but didn't stop shaking her tits, her mouth wide open and tongue out as far as she could stretch. The collie's burdened balls erupted, cumming like a fire-hose. He jerked his legs and emptied his lungs in several desperate shrieks as he plastered his teacher's tits and face with his seed.

Miss Ruby reacted as if she had struck white gold, her rhythm unchanged. “YES!! Ohohoho yes, Robbie,” she laughed in sincere jubilation, “give it to me! All of it! Don't hold back a single drop!” When the flood of baby-batter appeared to have subsided, she dove her mouth back onto Robbie's cock for more. Her attempt was in vain, succeeding only in drawing out whines and whimpers from the exhausted pup.

Miss Ruby pulled herself off of her student and leaned back, sitting on her haunches. She cupped her thoroughly glazed breasts, a patch of lipstick visible in her cleavage, and continued to stare at Robbie's slowly deflating member. After a few seconds of catching his breath, the collie peeled his eyes back open. He shakily sat up and fixed his gaze on his teacher. When she noticed he was watching, she carefully removed her glasses. Wads of his cock-milk were stuck to the lenses. She brought the glasses to her mouth, keeping eye-contact with him, and licked them clean. She tossed the specs away and brought her gorgeous, cum-covered tits up to her mouth next. Robbie couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight if he wanted to. He felt like his brain was submerged in smokey water. Was this a dream? An impossible fantasy? It had to be! His seventh grade homeroom teacher just played a world tour on his skin flute, begging him to blow his load, and now she's eating the cum―his cum―off her massive exposed rack. Miss Ruby polished off her chest and started wiping her face and licking her fingers. When she finished with a loud burp, momentarily embarrassed, Robbie decided he didn't care what was real anymore.

“There, that must feel much better.” Miss Ruby said softly. She stood up to grab a bottle of water from one of the shelves and handed it to him. “You must be thirsty after all that.” Robbie accepted it and gulped the water down in seconds. “Guess that's a yes,” she chuckled. He tossed the bottle aside and stared off into the middle distance. His mind was blank. Was something supposed to happen? Should he do something? Should he thank her? Was there an etiquette to follow after cumming on a girl's face? His train of thought changed tracks when he looked down and flinched. He was fully erect! When did that happen? Did it really grow back that fast or did his teacher's performance take longer than he thought? Maybe he just never lost it?

“Goodness! Hard again already?” Miss Ruby gasped, cutting short his inner-monologue, “you kids today have so much energy. Well, no time like the present!” She sat down on the gym mat, her legs together and bent at the knees. She unbent her legs and brought them straight up, the fishnets playing merry hell with her stripes, before slowly spreading eagle for her student. Once more, Robbie had a front row seat to his teacher's inviting pussy. Her ruby piercings sparkled. “Get over here, puppy,” she asked, her voice like velvet, “I've got just the place for you to bury your bone.”

Robbie got on his knees and shuffled up to meet her. Their thighs touched and his throbbing member bobbed and rubbed on Miss Ruby's moist opening. A shiver went up both their spines. Their eyes met. “Do...” she started, then swallowed back her saliva and tried again, “Do you know... how to put it in?” Robbie looked down. He was certain he knew how a few seconds ago. He's watched porn before, it shouldn't be that difficult. But as he looked at his teacher's mesmerizing display, and his cock bobbing and resting on her stomach, he drew a complete blank. “Here,” she took hold of his length with a hand, keeping balance with the other, “I can show you.” She gently pushed him back by his shaft, lining him up with her pussy. His tip sank into her folds, drawing a short gasp from the collie. She in turn shuddered and moaned, and took her hand back. “There,” she breathed, “now... When you're ready... Just push.” Robbie shivered and panted, bringing his hands up under Miss Ruby's thighs. She felt so wet on his tip. So hot. So welcoming.

Robbie leaned in and nudged his cock further into her pussy. He moaned and Miss Ruby bit her lip, nodding encouragingly. Finally, his full length sank deep into her, his swollen knot preventing further progress. The collie whined in pure bliss, a single tear forming in the corner of his eye. He looked down at their joining and felt something build inside him. A hot, basic energy, and a hell of a lot of it, too. He started panting wildly, his tail wagged and thrashed, then he began humping. Slowly at first, but picking up speed every second. Miss Ruby let out a long shout of ecstasy. “YEEESSS! Give it to me, Robbie! Fuck me nice and DEEP!” She arched her spine and threw her head back, her giant tits bounced, making her nipple rings glint. “Bury your big juicy bone in my pussy, YES!” Robbie grabbed the waistband of her garter belt and tugged at it with every thrust. His huge knot slapped wetly against her fat pussy lips.

“Miss... Miss Ruby! I.. I.. I have to... tell you...” he said, his own erratic breathing interrupting him.

“Yes, puppy!” Miss Ruby shouted, bringing her hands up to twist her pierced nipples, “You can do it! Lay it on me! Don't hold back!”

“I.... I...” he stammered. Then, after thrusting long and deep, but not quite knot-deep, he halted his pace and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I LOVE YOU MISS RUBY!!!”

Without warning, the collie began thrusting anew, faster and harder than before. “I love you so much, Miss Ruby,” he continued, his voice cracking with every breath, but his eyes locked with hers “I've been in love with you since I first saw you! You're so beautiful, and caring, and sweet! I laugh at all the jokes you tell in class! I love the cookies you bring from home in the winter!” His eyes drifted off slightly, “I.. I even...” he made eye contact again, “I even stare at your butt when you walk around the room! And I look at your boobs when you bend over my desk! And... AND!” He squeezed his eyes shut again. “AND I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY NIGHT WHEN I TOUCH MYSELF IN BED!!! I LOVE YOU MISS RUBY!!!”

“Goodness!” Miss Ruby gasped, genuinely taken aback by his flattery, “Robbie! I! Oh!” Dressing up like a classy whore and popping her favorite student's cherry was one thing, but such a courageous confession of his affections had caught her completely off-guard! “Oh,” her cheeks flushed cherry red, “Ohhhhhh,” he grasped at his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his back, “OH ROBBIE!!” The brave little collie's declaration of his love―not to mention the absolute pummeling his knot was giving to her poor labia―had fanned the flames in her loins into a raging inferno, and there was only one thing that could put it out, now! “CUM INSIDE ME ROBBIE!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, “PLEASE! TIE YOUR KNOT IN ME AND LAUNCH YOUR RED ROCKET STRAIGHT INTO MY BELLY!!! PLEASE!!!”

“YES MISS RUBY!!!” he shrieked, pushing with all the strength his legs could muster. With a loud, wet “POP,” his knot was finally engulfed by the lips of the zebra's hungry pussy. He fell forward, wrapped his little arms as far around her middle as he could, and madly humped her crotch. Her giant tits rested against the top of his head. His every exhalation was a shriek of passion through his gritted teeth, while his teacher's own orgasmic screams reached a crescendo. Robbie's balls once more emptied their payload in a powerful torrent of seed. Every throb of his cock was met with a squeeze from Miss Ruby's own pulsating nethers, greedily milking him dry. Their screams and moans were a concert of blissful excess and true, heartfelt emotions. Miss Ruby laid flat on her back, splaying her legs and groping her tits as she continued to come down off her own orgasm. Robbie remained perfectly still, save for the rise and fall of his breathing, his knot locking him firmly in place.

They remained like that for several minutes, both of them reflecting on their words, as well as their actions. Robbie was the first to move, slowly pushing himself up and off of his teacher's lap with both hands. He met some resistance from his stubborn knot, but eventually succeeded in dislodging it with a second, even wetter “POP.” Losing his balance, he fell on his bottom just in time to watch his cum spill out of Miss Ruby's pussy in streams and drops. He couldn't stop himself from grinning like an idiot. The zebra slowly lifted her head, still blushing and longingly staring at him from behind her breasts. He remembered what he said in the heat of his passion.

“I...” he started, then gulped, “I really do like-... no... I really love you, Miss Ruby.”

“Oh Robbie...” His teacher's eyes glimmered, “Call me Sonya...”

A phone started buzzing and ringing. Both the zebra and collie scanned the room for the source of the noise. Robbie's eyes flashed wide open. “MOM!”

He scrambled over to his shorts and pulled out his blue and red striped smartphone. He answered the call, accidentally hitting the button for the speakerphone!

“Hello? Robbie?” his mother's voice buzzed through the phone. Miss Ruby reflexively covered her breasts and brought up her knees, still dripping from between her legs.

“Y- Yeah, Mom, I'm here.” he said, struggling to keep the scandalous activities of the last hour or so from coloring his voice.

“Hi honey! Are you having fun at your friend's house?” Robbie glanced over at Miss Ruby, who returned his anxious expression, red face and all.

“Uhh, yeah, Mom,” he said, playing things by ear, “really... fun...”

“Are you okay, sweetie? You sound out of breath,” his mother inquired.

“UHH!!” Robbie's mind raced for a plausible response. Miss Ruby covered her mouth to hide her panicked gasp. “YEAH! I mean, yeah, Mom. Just... Playing really hard!” He winced, thinking that was too quick an answer.

“Okie dokie! Anyway, its getting late, and I'm calling just in case you forgot to let us know if you're staying the night!”

Robbie's eyes widened, the implications of his Mother's query dancing in his mind. He shot a glance at Miss Ruby, her mouth agape and her eyes practically beaming. When she bit her lip, he knew she was definitely thinking the same thing.

“YES!” he shouted, “I mean, yeah, Mom, sorry, I was gonna call, but.... anyway, yeah,” he stared deep into Miss Ruby's eyes. “I'll be staying all night long.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Have fun! Call us if you need anything!” His mother chimed, the innocence in her voice tickled Robbie's ears. “Buh-bye!”

“Bye Mom!” Robbie replied, and hung up. He took a long, silent look into Miss Ruby's eyes. Without a word, they sprang to their feet and threw their clothes back on. Robbie didn't bother zipping up his shorts, nor did Miss Ruby button her blouse. She unlocked the door and they made for the exit. A sudden surge in his abdomen made Robbie stop in his tracks. “I need to pee! Like, now!”

“Okay, baby,” Miss Ruby replied, “I'll go start the car. Don't take too long!”

“Yes Miss-” he stopped himself, and looked her dead in the eye, “okay... Sonya.”

Miss Ruby giggled and squealed like a teenager, then comported herself. She tossed him her faculty keys and turned to fast-walk out of the gym exit.