Substitute teacher Leroy Cameron wants to help young Skyla Graham learn in a very particular way. To see the full extent of Leroy's teaching methods, I HIGHLY recommend you read the full story at [largethumb]437265[/largethumb].
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Despite the flurry of sexual activity erupting around her, one student managed to maintain her focus, determined to complete the day’s assignment. She was a smart girl, successful in all of her core subjects; she was struggling in art, however, despite her best efforts, and was determined to draw the best bowl of fruit ever. All of her concentration was channeled into her charcoal drawing. It didn’t register that across the room, Michael was getting his cock groped and replicated in clay. She barely noticed Rokuke feeling up Else’s chest, sculpting her bust. She was unaware that Sarah was on her knees, sucking her brother off while he painted a live sex show being put on by Jordan and Prichard.
Her singular purpose was to capture the essence of the banana sticking up out of the bowl in front - Wait, where did it go? Growling with frustration, she snapped the small, black stick between her fingers and peered around her easel.
Melissa Parker was seated on the floor, with an apple shoved in her mouth. The white doe’s girlfriend, Illyana Black, was holding the missing banana, wielding it like a sex toy. The raccoon/hare hybrid was knelt down behind ‘Lissa with a mischievous grin as she stuffed the submissive girl’s panties into her skirt pocket.
"Oh, come on!" Skyla Graham exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Mr. Cameron!"
"What is it, Skyla?" The substitute teacher asked, walking over to the young flying squirrel’s workstation.
"I'm trying to draw the still life, but those two," she gestured toward the two girls accusingly, "are taking apart the arrangement."
“The thing about art is you need to use your imagination,” Leroy said, picking up a fresh charcoal stick from the easel tray and handing it to the cub. “You need to be creative and fill in the things you can’t see.”
“I think I understand,” Skyla grumbled, “but still, this is really inconvenient. I need to do well on this project, or retake this class! And thanks to those two, my still-life isn't staying very still.”
“I’ll tell you what,” the substitute teacher suggested. “Why don’t you let me give you a private lesson? It doesn’t look like anyone is going to need me any time soon.”
“Thank you, Mr. Cameron,” the little squirrel said, her frown beginning to fade. “I’d like that.”
“First of all,” Leroy said, reaching out with his paw and taking a hold of hers. “You’re holding the charcoal entirely too tightly and pressing down too hard. That’s going to make shading more difficult, plus the powder is going to get on the rest of your picture. Relax. Ease up on the grip.”
Skyla followed his instruction, and soon she was allowing him to guide the movements of her arm. The rhythm was so natural and graceful, and she was surprised with how the chameleon was able to recreate the scene on the table on her paper. “That’s impressive, Mr. Cameron. Thanks!”
“You’re welcome, Miss Graham,” he said, leaning in closer to her small body. The fragrance of her shampoo filled his nose, reminding him of strawberries. She was so young, so innocent. He took in a long, deep breath, letting her femininity fill his senses.
“Mr. Cameron, are you okay?” Skyla asked, looking up at him over her shoulder.
“Oh,” Leroy started, caught in the act. His mind raced for some lame excuse, before he stammered out, “S-Sorry, Skyla. It’s just, uhm, i-it’s just... allergies. I think they just mowed the grass recently.”
Skyla narrowed her eyes and stared at him dubiously for a moment, before returning her attention to her project. He cleared his throat and continued the lesson. “Now as you draw, it’s important to pay attention to the light and shadows of the scene. You can accomplish this by increasing the pressure with which you press down with the charcoal, or by coming back in and erasing. Notice how the light reflects -”
Movement from the corner of his eye caught Leroy’s attention as Illya worked a cum-slicked banana in and out of ‘Lissa Jo’s little pussy. With each outward stroke, the bright sunlight streaming in through the classroom windows, glistening off of the fluids smeared across the phallic fruit.
“- off the... skin.” He swallowed hard at the sight, feeling the front of his trousers becoming more constricting.
“You look kind of flush, Mr. Cameron,” Skyla said, concerned. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine,” he said, “Let’s continue.” As he explained the principles of chiaroscuro and composition, he placed his paw on her lower back. The little flying squirrel jumped slightly at the contact, but didn’t pull away. She listened attentively and watched carefully as he explained the use of blending stumps to fill the white pores in the paper, giving the charcoal a smoother, more solid look.
Skyla felt the substitute’s paw move down her back, onto the soft swell of her ample buttocks. He gently caressed her rear end through her skirt, feeling her soft fur and cushiony flesh. The paw strayed lower still, curving around the base of her tail until she felt his fingers grasp the hem of her skirt.
“What are you doing, Mr. Cameron?” Skyla asked, irritated at the break in her concentration.
“I’m getting ready to teach you another lesson, Miss Graham,” he said, his voice cracking with anticipation toward what he was about to do. “Do you know the difference between positive and negative space?”
“No, I don’t,” she said, using a kneaded eraser to add a glint of light to an apple.
“Well, you see, in art, negative space is the area that surrounds the subject of an image.” As he said this, Leroy’s paw lifted the girl’s skirt up over her shapely rear end and hooked into the waistband of her panties. As he slowly tugged the underwear down, he continued, “In a two-tone, black-and-white image, such as this, the subject is normally depicted in black and the space around it is left blank, thereby forming a silhouette of the image. Do you understand so far, Skyla?”
“I think so. Black space is positive, white is negative,” she nodded. “What else?”
He became more adventurous in his lesson as he slid his fingers along the cleft of her ass, to her puckered little tailhole. “The most important thing about positive and negative space is that many artists consider it to be good design to keep equal parts positive and negative. I can tell by looking at your picture that you have too much negative space. It needs to get filled.”
Skyla set about drawing the pedestal that was holding the bowl of fruit, determined to balance out the ratio between black and white, positive and negative. She looked over her shoulder and asked, “Does my fruit look good?”
Leroy was openly staring at the cub's luscious posterior. "Yes, Skyla, it looks delicious. So juicy... so ripe... Good enough to eat."
As he spoke, he applied a little pressure to her puckered hole. The young girl’s tight ring resisted at first, but Leroy managed to slip one of his fingers into her vise-like passage. Skyla, for the most part, didn’t react to his actions at all, aside from a slight wince. The lecherous teacher began to slowly ease his finger deeper into her tight hole, eventually burying it completely. He established a gentle pace, working the intrusive digit in and out of her anus.
“Am I doing this right?” Skyla asked, her little body shaking as her knees buckled slightly from the penetration. Leroy held his paw up to his mouth and emptied as much saliva as he could into his palm, before smearing it around and across the length and girth of his shaft.
Without saying a word, Leroy positioned himself behind the chubby girl, teasing her ass with the tip of his spit-slicked cock. He gently pressed his tip against her crinkled little opening. Slowly, his head eased into the tight band of her anus and she gave a slight whimper.
Patiently, the older chameleon waited for her body to relax as she got accustomed to the feeling of his cock in her ass. The little flying squirrel spread her legs a bit wider and got up onto her tip-toes, arching her shapely backside a little higher and opening herself a little wider for him. It seemed to work as he was able to carefully work his way between her jiggling ass cheeks.
The ring of Skyla’s virgin opening still tightly squeezed his shaft. Gradually, it loosened up as he gently caressed the soft swell of her rump with his fingertips. After a few agonizingly slow minutes, Leroy was able to begin sliding his cock in and out of her tight tailhole.
She made a low, guttural moan as he started with a slow tempo. In and out, he stuffed her ass with his swollen erection. Her clenching muscular ring slipped up and down his shaft, just to the rim of his head, then back down to the base. Faster, he picked up the speed of his thrusts. The warmth, the tightness, the velvety texture...
“Am I... doing... really... good?” Skyla panted back at him, still trying to focus on her charcoal drawing, but instead forced to grip the easel for support as the substitute claimed her anal cherry.
“You’re doing wonderful, Ms. Graham,” he moaned. “I’m sure you’ll - unh - pass.”
Her cute innocence only ignited his lust more, pushing him to the brink. He could feel the cum roiling in his balls, and his cock was throbbing, ready to explode. Mr. Cameron palmed the preteen’s ass cheeks as his hips bucked with abandon. He could feel himself crossing the threshold. Suddenly, he groaned as warm ribbons of cum erupted from his cock, filling her insides to capacity. Rivulets of his seed leaked out from her well-fucked hole, seeping out around his deeply embedded shaft. It seemed like he was cumming forever as he released his pent-up climax, as more of his essence trickled down the insides of the little girl’s thighs.
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The dismissal bell rang, and the students shuffled out of the arm room, heading toward their third period classes. One by one, they passed by the desk where Leroy sat, feet propped up on his desk, staring off into empty space. A lascivious grin was spread across his face.
“Man, what a creep,” Michael said quietly to Jerrica.
“What do you suppose he’s thinking about?” Else asked softly.
“Sex,” the twins said in unison.
“Look at that,” Sarah giggled, pointing to the tent in the front of his trousers.
“Pervert,” Simon muttered.
“He’s probably still a virgin,” Rokuke added.
Jordan blushed, “He seems pretty small.”
“Vergognoso,” Prichard chided.
“Ah bet he’s got a hair triggah,” Melissa snickered as Illyana snapped a quick picture and uploaded it to her facebook page.
“Guys, leave him alone,” Skyla said, ushering her classmates out the door. She stopped for a moment, placing her little paw on his shoulder. “Bye, Mr. Cameron.”
“Ms. Graham,” Leroy groaned, just as he imagined emptying his seed into the young flying squirrel’s bowels. His knees jerked and his hips bucked slightly, and a dark spot formed on the crotch of his pants.
The girl gave a startled gasp and ran out of the classroom, pulling the door closed behind her and rushing off to her next class.
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