Learning Curves

Thomas Stefanson sighed, standing outside the door to his office. Teaching a class full of 11 and 12 year old cubs was hard enough for the rabbit, but in every class, there always seemed to be one student who made things extra difficult. Sometimes, it was the usual sort of rowdy troublemakers. But sometimes, it was a cub like Molly Barnes.

Molly was a young, gray-furred mouse-girl with frizzy red hair who puberty had hit like a truck. At only 11 years old her breasts were each half again as large as her head, the buttons of her top straining to contain them. Those tits were almost comically out of place on the otherwise normal, even fairly slim frame of the mouse. Each breath threatened to expose her...and Thomas suspected she’d like that.

The mouse’s hormones were running wild, and seemed to have their sights set on her teacher. It wasn’t hard to see why; Thomas was a handsome rabbit, 32 years old and six feet tall, with fur that was cocoa colored, except for a cream-colored patch that ran from his chin to his inner thighs, and short brown hair atop his head, through which poked his long ears. He was slenderly built, with just a bit of muscle from his jogging. But it wasn’t his looks that had caught Molly’s attention.

Mr. Stefanson’s cock was easily a foot long when flaccid, and paired with softball-sized nuts. It was kept in check by tight underwear and slightly baggy pants, but he’d have to wear a kilt to really stand a chance at hiding the bulge, and that came with is own problems..

Molly had made only token attempts to hide her attraction to the well-endowed rabbit, and she’d made numerous clumsy attempts to seduce her teacher. Today, a series of dress code violations had finally forced him to put her in detention...which he was sure was what she wanted all along.

He opened the door and stepped in. Molly was sitting in a chair in front of his desk, and beamed at Thomas.

“Hiiii, Mr. Stefanson~” she chirped, confirming his suspicions; cubs in detention weren’t generally so cheerful.

“Miss Barnes.” Thomas settled into his chair behind his desk. “I trust you know why you’re here?”

Molly nodded happily. “Uh-huh! My skirt was too short!”

“And your shirt is too small, as well. Skirts can be no shorter than three inches above the knee, and you must be able to fully button up your shirts.” Thomas adjusted his glasses with a fingertip, while he looked down at the mouse. “...Every day for the past week, you’ve violated the dress code in some manner. I know you know better, because I’ve told you so.”

Molly didn’t seem put off. “Are you gonna punish me~?”

He let out a long, deep sigh. “....Miss Barnes. I realize you’re going through a...confusing time. But please, you are a student, and I am a teacher. It wouldn’t-”

Molly cut him off. “But I’ve seen lotsa grown-ups doin’ stuff with cubs! It’s all over the innernet!”

“...As I was saying, you are a student and I am a teacher. It’s not merely the age gap that’s the issue here. I am in a position of authority over you, and any sort of relationship would be very unprofessional.” Mr. Stefanson peered down at Molly, who’d managed to pop the top three buttons of her top. Glancing into that canyon of pillowy flesh, Mr. Stefanson felt a twitch in his pants. “...Besides. You’re a small girl...mostly. I’d risk hurting you.”

The mouse’s lips curled into an adorable pout. “Nuh-uh! I can handle you, promise! C’mon, at least lemme try!”

Molly’s hormones were worse than Thomas had expected, but her attitude was infectious, and the wobbling of her poorly-restrained breasts didn’t help. He felt his erection creeping down one pant-leg, member firming up, and gave a defeated sigh. 

“...Fine. But on two conditions. One; you don’t tell any of your classmates about this. I’ve got enough problems without more cubs trying to get in my pants.” Thomas waited for Molly to nod in agreement before continuing. “...And two, no complaining. You asked for this, after all.”

Molly nodded again, already getting to work undoing the overworked buttons of her shirt. “I promise, Mr. Stefanson! How do we start?”

Thomas stood, and stepped out from behind his desk, unzipping his pants as he went. He slid them down his legs, kicking them to one side. Molly’s jaw dropped as he fished his monstrous phallus from his underwear; it was half erect, and already nearly the size of his forearm.

Mr. Stefanson smirked at the dumbstruck mouse. “I did warn you, miss Barnes. Too late to back down, now that you’ve gotten me all riled up.”

Molly shook her head, and finally managed to tear her eyes away from that glorious member for a moment. “I don’t wanna back down, Mr. Stefanson, don’t worry!”

He grinned, and stepped forward, pressing his shaft against her cleavage. “Good, good. My, you’re just the perfect height, aren’t you?”

Molly giggled, and pressed her breasts together with a hand on the outer side of each, sandwiching her teacher’s shaft between them. “Looks like! Ooh, it’s so warm…” she cooed. She began moving her breasts as much as she could, rubbing them along the rabbit’s enormous dick. Thomas groaned with lust, hips twitching.

“Is this also from..nnh...the internet? Ahh...You’re a fast learner, Ms. Barnes.”

Molly just grinned, before leaning forward to kiss the tip of Mr. Stefanson’s cock, poking from between her enormous breasts. She managed to get the head inside her mouth, giving it a good suckling and letting her tongue run around the meaty glans. She continued to knead her breasts together, rolling the fleshy mountains around her teacher’s member, delighting in the noises she drew from the bunny. It wasn’t long before she tasted the slick, salty pre oozing from him, and doubled down on her efforts.

One of Mr. Stefanson’s hands gripped the back of Molly’s head, then suddenly shoved. The mouse’s eyes opened wide, and she felt every inch of her teacher’s dick slide into her throat, forming a sizable bulge in her neck. Her nose was buried in the fur of his crotch, his balls were against her chin, and tears were running down her cheeks from the strain, but she soldiered on. Not like she could complain anyway, with her throat so stuffed with cock.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to endure his full length for long; she felt it twitch, and felt a swelling moving along the underside. An instant later, she felt his orgasm, a massive load of sticky, sloshing heat pouring straight into her stomach. After the initial few bursts, Mr. Stefanson’s hand relaxed its grip, and his member started sliding out of Molly’s mouth practically on its own accord.

A couple jets went right over Molly’s tongue, giving her a proper taste of her teacher’s musky seed, and the last few went all over her chin and breasts. She looked well and truly used; it was a good look for her!

“Haa...Mmnh, Sorry if I got a little...nhh, carried away…” Thomas panted, leaning on his desk for support.

Molly just sputtered for a few moments, coughing up a few globs of cum that ran down her chin. Her cheeks were stained with tears, and her belly slightly bloated, but once she’d recovered a bit, she smiled as cheerfully as ever. “Don’t say sorry! That was fun!”

Thomas stared for a moment, then cracked a smile. “Impressive, Molly~ Well then, I think we both need a little time to recover before round two...but I think we can use that time to prepare a little, too.”

Molly looked confused, but before she could ask, Thomas grabbed her around the waist, lifted her (with some effort), and planted her butt onto his desk. He then swiftly knelt down, and yanked the white panties out from under her tiny skirt, revealing her damp snatch. He admired her tight little pussy for a moment, before burying his face between the young girl’s thighs, his own tongue going to work.

Mr. Stefanson had quite a lot of practice, and it showed. His tongue targeted the most sensitive spots of Molly’s nethers, both inside and out, each swipe of his tongue making her squeak a little.

He didn’t linger for too long, although to Molly, it felt like hours before he suddenly stood up, and pushed her down across his desk. In his other hand, he held her panties, stained with moisture from her earlier arousal, and a wicked grin was across his face.

“My, just a little licking made you that noisy? I guess, to keep your promise to be quiet, you’ll need a little help…”

Molly opened her mouth to respond, only to have it filled with her wadded-up underwear. She didn’t have much time to complain, though, as Thomas rolled her onto her side, lifted up her leg, and buried his rock-hard phallus inside her ‘warmed-up’ little snatch. Her eyes rolled back in her head, tears once again stained her cheeks, and she let out a muffled, choking cry into her panties.

Mr. Stefanson was relentless. His enormous dick caused her belly to bulge and stretch in unnatural ways, the oblong shape bumping against her chest, making the fatty mountains wobble. With her leg supported by his upper body, his hands assaulted the young girl’s melons, fingers sinking deep into the soft, wobbling flesh.

He didn’t bother with any more teasing; the only noises he made were lustful grunts, and even those were nearly drowned out by lewd squishing, squelching noises as he used the young girl like a particularly durable fucktoy. It felt so good to be able to release all the pent-up energy that came from teaching classes of overdeveloped cubs, and Molly in particular had been such a massive tease, he felt no guilt for not holding back.

Both Thomas and Molly lost track of how long he rutted into her poor, abused pussy, but they both knew when he was done. He hilted within her, squeezed her wobbling boobs even harder, and erupted.

His balls must have held gallons of jizz, even after draining into her stomach, and it seemed like every drop was blasted directly into Molly’s stretched-out womb. A good amount of the rabbit’s spunk squirted out from around the massive intrusion, forming a puddle on his desk, but the majority remained inside, causing Molly’s belly to bloat even more. She cried out into the makeshift gag, her aching body quivering as it was pumped full.

Finally, the assault stopped. Thomas slid himself free from Molly, his cock followed by a torrent of excess seed escaping the poor mouse, then casually removed her panties from her mouth. Her jaw remained hanging open, and she could only groan weakly as he fondly ruffled her frizzy red hair.

As he cleaned his member off with her discarded shirt, Thomas cleared his throat. “I hope you’ve learned not to get in over your head, miss Barnes. Now, you have the weekend to recover.” He pulled his pants back on, and adjusted his shirt. “...I expect to see you bright and early on Monday, in appropriate attire. Understood?”

“Guuuuhhh…” was Molly’s only reply. That was enough for Mr. Stefanson, though, and once fully clothed, he strolled out the door, leaving the dazed mouse sprawled in a sore, sticky heap.

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Come Monday morning, Mr. Stefanson was preparing his workload for the day, when the door to the classroom opened earlier than expected. In walked Molly, wearing an overstuffed blouse and a skirt so short that it barely covered her panties when she was standing straight up. 

“Miss Barnes, that is not appropriate attire for the class.” Mr. Stefanson sighed.

“Oops! I forgot!” Molly chirped cheerfully, a wide grin plastered across her face. “...Do I gotta do detention again~?”

Mr. Stefanson’s grin matched Molly’s, and he felt a throb in his pants. “...Yes. See me after school for your punishment, miss Barnes.”