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This concept, the concept of addition, was radical and mind-blowing, and would have excited and thrilled her like the letter Z had the Friday before but for these other thoughts. These were even larger concepts-concepts too large for her tender age to easily understand, and it would take many months to explore and digest them. But Lenore was not known for her patience when it came to the new, the exciting, and the unusual.\n\tThese were the things that Renard had shown her yesterday. Lenore wished desperately that their classes interacted in some way so she could ask him more questions; they pressed against her rib cage and crowded her skull like only the worst of colds, straining her at the seams(she sneezed, and she thought she saw some questions fly out). Many, of course, occurred while he was still visiting, but her mother hadn’t let them be alone for more than a few minutes the rest of the time he was there. The questions burned so fiercely that by bed time the night before, her nose was dry, forehead was sweaty, and her ears were flushed(her mother even remarked on it!), and she said she was sick that morning. There was no doubting her cloudy-headedness or that her attention was suffering. But there was no fever, no cough; the almighty thermometer and conventional motherly wisdom said normal, and her mother would hear nothing more of it. Not that it was any consolation, but by that time, her mother had forgotten her worries concerning her daughter and nephew.\n\tThe clock ticked backwards to lunch and recess with a wretched slowness(An hour to go?!), and for the first time ever Lenore experienced just how excruciating it was to watch it. She even fancied she heard its ticking over the drone of the teacher’s windy explanation of addition. It’s presence, never really noticed before, was another unaccostumed weight on her shoulers.\n\tShe wasn’t sure what she would say to the girls when they came to play dolls and push each other on the swings at recess, but she was interested in spending a little time with the boys, or at least a boy, somewhere that prying eyes and sharp ears would not discover them. She tapped her pencil on the desk, then scrawled a large, misshapen two on the page under the first problem, sure the answer was right, and tried to focus a little harder as the teacher moved on to the next math problem, two plus one. \n\t“Blah blah blah blah two apples, and blah blah we get when we blah one apple to another, let us take blah blah apple blah and add…”\n\tIt turned out to be near impossible. Only the thought of Renard’s penis(in all of its gross, throbbing glory) remained lodged in her skull, mixing and weaving between unanswered questions and eliciting delightful ghostly sensations that made her squeeze her thighs together and crush her hand. What was that exciting, building, shivery, eye-crossing feeling she had when he licked between her legs? She wasn’t sure, but something amazing and scary had been growing, and thinking about it sent a shadow of that shiver reverberating through her spine from ears to toes to tail-tip. Her bushy orange tail poofed audibly, and her neighbor snickered. And what about that at the end? That sex thing? He tried to put his penis inside her like he had with his tongue. Would that have been even better? At the time, his laying on top of her hadn’t amused; he was a foot taller and weighed almost twice as much. Her attention had been occupied by how uncomfortable it was to be used like a mattress(why did that idea make her tingle more?). But the more she thought about the moment when his penis spread her slit open and started slipping into her body, the more intensely interested she became in having it happen again. Only next time she hoped there would be no interruptions. \n\tIt drove her to touch herself at every opportunity the rest of that day and this morning; in the shower before bed, at the breakfast table, on the bus, in the bathroom earlier that morning(even now, a hand was in her pants); but most of all after her mother had tucked her in to read her a bedtime story. If anything, she’d hoped that her mother wouldn’t as happened some nights. Lenore had wanted to start touching herself right away, but she was not so lucky. It made it hard to focus on the story(like it was making it hard to focus on the teacher now), and she was wide awake when her mother finished. All throughout, as she was currently doing, she surreptitiously rubbed the edges of her vagina just to get a feel for the opening that had been a part of her her whole life without ever having been prospected, let alone mined for its rich seam of pleasure. It was not long after her mother left the room that she was digging into her slit like she was searching for gold. It was a mostly pleasant exploration, but it wasn’t anything like before. Nothing she did made her heart flutter or belly squirm or heat her cheeks like Renard had(his tongue was strong and flexible and her fingers small and inexperienced). Was that why mommy and other grown up girls liked boys? \n\tBoys had never been a part of her thoughts any more than sex had, except as objects of disgust and as bullies; they were all just boys, covered in cooties and interested in nasty, gross things like bugs. Did she not agree with her friends that they were all gross just a week ago? Yet now they had a new appeal that she couldn’t willingly admit to them. Her thoughts flitted from tall and thin to short and fat, from fluffy to scruffy(they all had tongues and fingers and penises). With a start she realized she was the only fox in the class. She pouted; it wasn’t fair(The kindergarten class next door had four)! Who would she play with if not another fox?\n\tPerhaps it was instinct that singled out Fox from the rest, the class’s only and most ironically named bunny(Not that she knew what irony was). Maybe something inside her recognized him as being a one of a kind in the class like her; there were no others in this room, except for the teacher, but everyone knew teachers didn’t count. Or it could even be the broken, atrophied predator part of her brain singling out an ancestral prey. Or maybe, just maybe, she had actually spoken to him before, and liked him, whether or not she remembered or cared to admit that she thought there was maybe one boy who was not so icky(no one could say which was the honest truth). Eye contact with him was unavoidable. Lenore had chosen a partner to explore with, and with all of them arranged in a semicircle around the blackboard, it was hard to miss someone staring. Fox caught her eyes. She blushed and focused on the apples. \n\tLenore tried to put him out of her head(she even took her hand out of pants) and struggled extra hard to pay attention. But no matter how she tried, now that she had made a choice, she couldn’t stop wondering if his penis looked the same as her cousin’s. Would it taste the same? Smell the same? Would he even be willing to let her touch it? Would he be willing to touch her? It was no secret around the playground that boys found girls as gross girls found them(what would she do then?). Waiting until Sunday for Renard to come over again would be interminable! Could she even wait that long? She didn’t think so. Her head and her loins were both fit to explode and it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours. The image of his stiff penis sprung itself on her again and again. Her vagina itched, and she hungered for it like dessert(she even started to drool, thinking about Renard’s dick). Maybe another boy would do if fox wasn’t interested. But who?\n\t“That’s it for math, class! Now it’s time for lunch! Close your activity books and form a double line at the door!”\n\tLenore jumped out of her seat and joined seamlessly into the self-organizing throng at the door, ending up near the middle in the left hand line. Fox was the second person behind her with Michelle between them. The rest of her friends were in other classes. What would she tell them? She still didn’t know, and that worried her the most.\n\t\n\tThe cafeteria was loud. Seventy-eight energetic, loosely-controlled five and six year-olds in a confined space kind of loud. It was the kind of loud where teachers fantasized about earplugs and muzzling the children. There were six total kindergarten classes that lunched chaotically at the same time-the whole of the kindergarten grade. Michelle preceded her into the room by way of a bagged lunch and snagged a table by the windows, around which their friends were already rallying as she got in with her lame Monday rendition of the Taco Tuesday special. Angelica, periodically scanning for missing friends waved her over. \n\tBefore today, she couldn’t have imagined refusing that enthusiastic greeting. All her friends were at that table talking, laughing, and showing off the newest doll or doll accessory; Jessica was showing off a new watch. She yearned to join them and show them the cute outfit her new doll had, but she couldn’t(she had forgotten it at home). They would never let a boy sit with them either, nor would she get to talk quietly with said boy if they did. \n\tThere was a small table with only three chairs in the middle of the back wall. Kindergartners rarely sat there because it was the farthest from the door to the playground(when the upper grades lunched, it was never empty). But now, for her secretive purpose, it seemed to call to her. She rushed over and lay claim to it while scanning the lunch lines for her target. Fox was just coming out of the line, tray in hand and walking slowly with a coyote she didn’t recognize. \n\tLenore with comic ferocity at Fox, inviting him to sit with her. He and his friend paused half-way towards the table where their recess pals beckoned boisterously. For a moment, it appeared he would go to them(why wouldn’t he, she was just a girl!), but his friend whispered something in his ear that made him blush, pushed him towards her, and then walked away. 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Only time would tell, but she’d only have to wait until the teachers finished handing out sports stuff to know for sure. \n\tTheir teacher held her hand up and her students, Lenore and Fox included, lined up obediently. She was vibrating excitedly like everyone else, while Fox was deep in thought. All of his friends(except the coyote boy, who grinned at her and Fox) jeered as they walked by. Michelle met her in line, incredulous that she passed them up to spend lunch with a boy. \n\t“Boys are gross! You agreed! Why would you sit with one?”\n\t“I’ll tell you why later!” Lenore whispered truthfully and evasively. “I got good reasons.”\n\t“I don’t like it,” Michelle whispered as they began walking down the hall. “and neither will the other girls, especially Jennifer. You know how she gets! What should I even tell them? I don’t know if I can cover for you! It’s all they wanted to talk about. You at a table with that bunny boy!” \n\t“Tell ’em…” tell them what? Lenore wasn’t sure what she should have Michelle tell them. She had been so wrapped up in her wants that only just now she was thinking about how things looked to her friends. \n\tThinking fast, she said, “Tell ‘em that I’m spyin’ on the boys. For information.”\n\t“What kinda information?” The line approached the door outside.\n\t“I’ll tell ya when I can. I hafta go!”\n\tThe door opened and released the fury of thirteen more cubs onto a sparse but rapidly populating playground, centrally adorned by a large rubber top, six swings, and a slide that were never enough, and a jungle gym that was surrounded on three sides by classic tarmac drawn with four-square and hop-scotch and which abutted the woods on the fourth. It all sat adjacent to a multi-purpose sports field that was really only used by the fourth and fifth graders and gym class. About twenty feet from the woods and from the tarmac was a cheap plastic shed. A number of cubs made straight for it and the teacher guarding its entry for balls and beanbags and other things, and she made as if to join them. But when the teacher was inside grabbing yet another Frisbee, she slid off to the side and melted into the bushes without snapping a twig or rustling the leaves, and disappeared from view(she imagined herself as a dryad, merging into her tree). The subterfuge made her feel almost as tingly as being naughty did. \n\tThere was no telling how safe it would be, or even if there would be any room, but she was pleasantly surprised by the amount of space under them. The rhododendrons were three times her height and in full flower, blotting out all vision of the playground beyond, but there was still room enough for her to stand with knees and back only slightly bent(she was a perfectly normal sized girl for her age). The gap through which she crept was chest high and curved sharply around another bush that blocked vision past it. The interior space was firm, flattened, grassy, and worn around the middle, forming a spacious ring around another bush denuded of branches a third of the way up and closed on one side by the shed. It was complete with a smattering of cigarette buts and a crushed can(A Coors light, courtesy of a bad boy fifth-grader) that smelled acrid and disgusting. Lenore was delighted she could lay down nearly anywhere and have room to roll or shimmy in any direction, and be mostly comfortable. Lenore seriously questioned why she had never monopolized on her awareness that there was a space here. She also seriously questioned how she had acquired the knowledge that there was a space there.\n\tUltimately, she decided she didn’t care. It was perfect in every way. The leaves and flowers were too thick to see through, and once the teacher dispensing goods had locked the shed and left, there would be forty minutes of uninterrupted time in which no one would come within twenty feet of the thing, and with all the screaming native to recess chaos(of which she made up a shocking volume some days), she wouldn’t even need to whisper to stay hidden. Now she just had to wait for a wild Fox to appear.\n\tThe sounds of impatient cubs and grumbling teachers died down and the hoots, hollers, and screams elsewhere increased. The excitement and the warm tingles in her pussy intensified. He would be coming into the bushes after her any moment. Lenore laid back in the grass and stuffed a hand into her panties and hooked a finger right into her cunny. It was as hot and humid down there as a bathroom after a long shower. The wetness mystified her, but she gave it only the most fleeting consideration, and it was only that it made slipping a finger in easier and touching feel better. \n\tThrough swimming thoughts of her cousin’s cock, hard and erect and tantalizing enough to taste, she thought of Fox. The wait for him was interminable. Would he even show up? She was beginning to worry that he wouldn’t. What if he told on her instead? She brushed the possibility aside-it wasn’t helping her cunny feel better. Unwilling to wait any longer, Lenore unzipped her pants, pushed them and her panties down around her ankles, and slipped a second finger into her tight, immature vagina. She closed her eyes, sighed, and curled her toes in delight.\n\t“Ooh, Fox wasn’t joking!” \n\t“Who are you?!” Lenore shouted, covering up and inching back from the unfamiliar boy.\n\t“I’m Brandon, Fox’s friend. I was with him when you waved him over at lunch. He’s not interested in Great Adult Conspiracy things, but I am, and I know ALL about it.” Brandon smirked and knelt down in front of her and put his hands on his thighs. A rusty brown and tan furred coyote, he was not that different from herself with his triangular ears and pointed muzzle with a cute, wet, black nose that quivered at every scent. His tail swept side to side with childish excitement, and she could feel hers going too, matching it beat for beat. It curled at the tip in a playful gesture between swings, inviting him closer. Lenore’s heart pounded in her ears, and the tingle in her loins had never been greater.\n\t“Y-you do?” she asked, and began openly touching herself again. “You want to play with me? What can you show me?” Inside, she seethed at what could only be considered a betrayal; she had asked Fox to play, not Brandon. But Brandon unzipped his pants and yanked them down to his knees, revealing his boyhood. A proud and stiff erection burst all bubbling objections. This was what she wanted, had thirsted for since Renard had shown her his yesterday, had yearned to touch and play with more since, and it surmounted any particular boy. \n\t“Brandon?”\n\t“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” \n\tLenore giggled. “We’re gonna to be good friends, aren’t we?”\n\t“The best!” He tugged on his cock a few times, then waved at the pants around her ankles. “You gonna finish takin those off? We won’t need them, and we don’t have time ta waste. It’ll be easier too.”\n\tLenore was nervous, but kicked off her clothes while he laid down where she had been. On a whim, she crawled over him, narrowly avoiding his head with a knee as she positioned herself for the best view of his penis. She lay along his stomach so that she could nuzzle it. \n\t“I like sixty-nining. It’s advanced stuff!” Lenore didn’t know what he meant(she couldn’t count that high and wasn’t even sure it was a real number), but didn’t care. Especially not with the object of her desire in front of her. It smelled a little different from Renard’s, a little muskier in some undefinable way, but it was an improvement in her opinion. She wondered how it would taste, and how it would feel between her legs. It had more skin, and it bunched up around the head and covered it at the edges. She poked it with her nose.\n\t“Cold! Cold nose!” Brandon giggled. He playfully swatted her butt, then began rubbing his hands through the fur against the grain between her thighs and towards the tail. His breath on her moist vagina made her shudder and the chill on her immature folds stoked her.\n\t“Sorry,” she said. “You can lick me if ya want.”\n\t“And you can suck on mine.”\n\tLenore tittered, but Brandon got right to work. He pulled her crotch down onto his muzzle and stuck his tongue right into her wet cunny. Both of them hummed in pleasure(it felt better than she remembered), but while he soaked himself in her pussy, she wanted to examine his penis more. There was no word in her vocabulary she could use to describe what she was feeling, but her body and soul experienced how erotic looking at it was. She wished she could be surrounded by them, and reveled in the act of looking at it. Soon she would revel in the acts of sucking on it and having it penetrating her. But now, the vague shine and reddish-purple color and its swollen, throbbing shape attracted her and affected her mind and body in drug-like ways. A tiny bead of pre welled up from and quivered on the tip, then trickled down the mushroom like head. \n\tA sudden spasm rippled through her from crotch to just below her stomach. She involuntarily gripped Brandon’s head between her knees. At the same, his tongue was pulled inwards by the contractions but squished out by pressure. Brandon made a funny, muffled noise(it wasn’t a sound of discomfort, but one of enthusiasm) that she could feel but not hear over her the rapid beating of her heart. An eternity lasting eight seconds left her panting and weak-kneed. Muscles in her tummy, tail, and cunny fluttered weakly, and tears dampened her face. It was like getting gifts at Christmas and a toasty fire on a cold and snowy winter night with no school the next morning, but different, and in her vagina.\n\t“Oh my god, what was that?!” She sobbed, unable to rein in or process the vast and confusing emotions and sensory overload. “It felt so good!” Half falling, half rolling off Brandon, she splayed out beside him and stared up at the brightly colored flowers. She wiped the tears from her fur and whiskers, his cock forgotten amid the dying tempest. \n\tBrandon smiled. “It does, doesn’t it?” He got up onto his knees and straddled Lenore’s legs, and stroked his dick. The feelings were draining away, leaving behind the discomfort of overworked muscles, but with a pervasive and persistent warmth that soothed her soul. \n\t“Now ya have ta help me have that feeling too! It’s only fair; girls always get to go first, but you hafta help me get off now. Do you want it in your cunny, or do you want to suck on it more?” \n\tLenore raised herself up on elbows and her belly complained. The grass prickled her nethers too, she and flopped down like a rag-doll. \n\t“I don’t think I wanna have it in me yet. Maybe later?”\n\t“Then you’ll suck on it?” \n\t“Yeh, but I don’t wanna get up yet.”\n\t“You don’t hafta.” Brandon picked a spot near her and lay down, face up. Once again her eyes were attracted to the stiff little pole of flesh that had led her to this unique path. He shimmied a little closer, then rolled onto his side, bringing his cock right up in front of her eyes. “Just roll onta your side and you can suck it that way.”\n\tIt required her to scoot a little to get it level with her muzzle, and she could see it better just below eye level anyway. A few blades of grass impeded her view, but everything about it seemed intensely familiar now, as if its shape had been seared into memory. \n\tLike the previous day with her cousin, she started with a couple licks. It was squishy in spite of its rigidity. The fluid on his penis had no discernible scent but was just the slightest bit sweet, just like her cousin’s. An aftershock of the good feelings goaded her onward, telling her that she was on the right track. Brandon, when she took his thingy into her mouth, sighed and put a hand on her cheek. It made her heart flutter and cheeks burn invisibly beneath the fluff. \n\tAt this point, Lenore had more practical experience than Renard, who only ever got to see and hear his older bother and his girlfriend through a cracked open door; but Brandon had a great deal more experience than even Renard’s brother.\n\t“Lick it more when you suck Lenore, and pay special attention to the skin around head and under my dick. It feels best there. And careful of your teeth! It don’t feel so good to gettin bit.” \n\t“Okie,” she said, letting his wiener out of her muzzle for just a second. His penis was glossy with spit. It was less yummy looking dripping saliva, but the pit of her stomach flip-flopped knowing that it had been in her mouth. It was similar to the rush all small kits got from peeing on things, like it made it theirs, and no one else’s. From so close up, she could see it twitching harder than ever, harder even than Renard’s had. It also smelled faintly of tacos. Lenore engulfed Brandon’s cock with her mouth again. It was difficult to suck and lick simultaneously, so she switched back and forth whenever she demed she had spent too long doing the other. It was enough to please her friend though(were they friends now?), she could tell by his panting, whispered encouragement, the petting of her head, and eventually, the rocking of his hips.\n\tAt first she was put off by the hip rocking. It went so much deeper into her muzzle than she expected or was comfortable with when he did it, and the repetitive tapping of his balls against her muzzle, out of sight because it and the grass conspired to block her vision of them. But at that same time, there was more of that sweet, slimy fluid now, and he seemed to like it so much, and when he held it, for just a second at its deepest point, it felt...surprisingly right. In a few short minutes, she wasn’t even thinking about it anymore as fresh excitement stole over her, and she started playing with her clit. Brandon humped her muzzle faster and faster, and she slipped her finger into her vagina. She didn’t feel like she was going to have another of those huge, good, shivery feelings, but it was still so much more intense when her finger was in than not. \n\tBrandon’s balls slapped her chin so quickly she couldn’t even tell individual taps apart anymore, and she sucked on his penis harder, and the lips of her cunny quivered. He grunted and pressed his crotch hard against her face and she was having a hard time breathing through the press of tan fur. Hot, thick juice filled her mouth and she had to swallow or drown. A panic gripped Lenore and then was absorbed as her pussy fluttered into an unexpected orgasm, the two becoming one feeling, one emotion. She wanted to spit it out and push away, but she grabbed his butt and pulled him closer, holding her breath, and gulping his seed. \n\tThe penis in her mouth softened. Lenore sucked on it harder, licked more fiercely, hoping for more. Where was the bitter-sweet drink that Brandon had just given her gone? Was it pee? Could he give her more? She already missed having his crotch pressed into her face, and breathing his scent through his short, thick fur. \n\t“Let me go,” he commanded, pushing on her shoulder when it became apparent she wouldn’t just let him roll over. Reluctantly, she obeyed and did the same. “I can’t go from cum to cum like girls can. I need a coupla minutes in between. I don’t know how you girls do it.” \n\t“Do what over and over again? What was that stuff that came out? Was that pee? Can I have more?”\n\t“What? Ew, no! It ain’t pee. And yeh, you can have more, later.” \n\t“If it ain’t pee, then what is it?”\n\t“My brother calls it cum. Have you ever seen it before?”\n\t“Umm, no?”\n\t“How long have ya been in on the Great Adult Conspiracy anyway?”\n\t“Justa day. My cousin Renard showed me his thingy...his penis yesterday.”\n\t“Wow, that ain’t long at all! I’ve been in on it for over a year! My brother and sister are very smart and I’m glad they showed me everything!”\n\t“That’s a long time!”\n\t“Yep! So what he show you? Just his penis?“\n\tLenore put her hands behind her head and recalled carefully the too brief encounter. “No, he let me touch it and had me put it in my mouth. It was pretty fun. I let him touch me and put his mouth on mine too. He was gonna put his penis in me when mommy came to check on us.”\n\t“Oh no! You didn’t get caught, did you? It’s very bad to get caught.”\n\t“Nope!”\n\t“That’s good. I don’t know why adults want to keep this from us cubs. I’ve done all that with big bro and sis and more. I think I know as much as they do, and my brother is very old! We all have sex every day. More than once when Mom and Dad are away!”\n\t“So, wait, you do sex with your brother AND your sister? At the same time?”\n\t“At the same time! It’s the most amazing feeling.”\n\tLenore was amazed and confused by Brandon’s life, and she wondered what it would be like to feel this way everyday, sometimes two or more times. What was it like, she also wondered, to have sex with more than one person at the same time? The possibilities of doing it with just one person bordered on the incomprehensible. They lapsed into silence for awhile, looking at the shifting colors of the sun on the canopy above them, soaking in with uncharacteristic quietness for their ages the atmosphere of their intimate world apart from the screaming children without, and contemplated their unimportant nothings.\n\t“Hey, come’n sit in my lap if ya want to go again. I’m gettin another stiffy!” \n\tLenore snapped from her musings and looked at him, then hungrily at his crotch. Brandon had moved and sat against the shed with his legs spread. He made no secret of looking at the cleft in her legs, and fiddled with his dick. It was still damp with spit, and it was getting on the pad of his hand. The head of his cock was a little redder than before. There was a lingering soreness in her tummy, but it wasn’t as bad as it was(which hadn’t been so bad as she imagined to begin with), and certainly wasn’t enough to stop her from getting to her hands and knees and crawling to Brandon, and start nuzzling his fuzzy little balls. \n\t“No, don’t lay down, sit in my lap. I wanna put it in your pussy now.”\n\t“Pussy? What’s that?” She rose on her knees and used the shed to support her self.\n\t“Yeah, your vagina? Cunny? My brother and sister sometimes calls it a cunt. Its this part here-” he grabbed her between her legs and slipped a finger into her. The excitement of him just grabbing her crotch made her tingle like crazy.\n\t“O-oh, yeah, I knew that!.” She thrust her pussy into his hand, pushing his finger deeper. “So…uh, how am I supposed to sit in your lap with your legs spread like that?”\n\t“Stand up and get as close to me as you can, so that your paws are on either side of my butt, then squat until your pussy is touching my penis. Grab my shoulders, and I’ll help you down. I do this with my sister all the time and she’s bigger than you. You won’t fall.”\n\tLenore processed what he meant slowly, lacking the spatial awareness gained by age or copious fucking for sex positions, then followed his instructions(she was loathed to have his hand away from her cunny). Being so close to a boy, half naked body pressed up against his half naked body made her feel a little awkward, but his warm fur was nice, as was his breath on the side of her neck(it sent a shiver along her back and made her even wetter), and the hot, wet, pulsating length of his dick against her slit. Brandon guided her head over his shoulder, and then he encouraged her up by gently tugging her tail. She didn’t want to move her cunny away from his cock; the pressure of it pressing into her intimate parts and splitting them to either side was amazing. It stemmed the flow of her wetness, directing down his cocklette and over his balls where it disappeared into the grass. Eventually she relented, reaching for something even better in the immediate future.\n\tBrandon wasn’t strong enough to lift or pull her down all on his own(he was only just turned six). Lenore only let him guide her hips forward and up. Her knees scraped the shed and her vagina was practically in his face(he gave a sensual, gentlemanly kiss to her button that made her moan) when he began to guide her back down. She left a trail of girl juice from his nose to his crotch. Sooner than she expected there was a hard poke into the side of her cunny, jolting her forward.\n\t“Ow.”\n\t“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Brandon asked.\n\t“I bumped the shed with my nose.”\n\t“So it wasn’t me hitting your pussy?”\n\t“No, not really. It just scared me.”\n\t“Okay, okay. Just go back slowly, I can’t see where I’m puttin it like this so I have ta aim it by feel, so you gotta help me a little.”\n\t“How do I help?”\n\t“If you reach behind you when you feel it touch you, you can move it to the right spot. You don’t hafta, but it’ll be a lot easier and you’ll do a better job of it than me.”\n\t“Uh-huh. Okay. I’m gonna start going back now then.”\n\tLenore slid back more slowly the second time, and was prepared for the prod when it came. Brandon fiddled with his penis, and she could feel it as it jiggled to the left, then right. She reached behind for his dick and got it just below the tip. It was a very different texture when she was unable to see it. It was slimy, rubbery, but still hot, but that only added to the tension, to making her more aroused. She didn’t think it would be so hard to line it up with her cunny; it was hers, she knew where it was, so why was it so tough? Part of it was how unprepared for how slippery things were getting down there she was, but he was patient and she was determined. Three times it started to go in, but the very sudden, hard, and deep intrusion into her body unnerved her in ways that Renard’s hadn’t(turned out being able to see what was happening made a big difference for Lenore), setting off alarms and making her jump like she’d been pinched. \n\t“Okie, next time it goes in, hold me so I can’t jump off it. I want it in me, it feels so good, but I can’t make myself stay on it.”\n\t“I’ll try. But it’s okay to do another position or try another day if it’s too hard for you. You might not be ready. It took me a week to be able to take my brothers dick.”\n\t“How does that work?”\n \t“How does that work? He puts it in my butt. It feels amazing! But maybe we should try tomorrow instead, you don’t seem ready for this.”\n\t“No! I’m ready! Please, I want to.” Lenore said, crossing her arms and sniffling. \n\t“Alright, alright, just be careful. But if you don’t stay on this time, then we hafta try it again tomorrow. Got it?”\n\tLenore whimpered she wanted it so much. Losing the chance was agony, even with the invitation to tomorrow. Was something wrong with her? Why couldn’t she stay on it? She wanted this more than anything else she’d ever wanted(even more than her new doll). She steeled herself, nodded, then sank down slow and deliberate, muzzle open, eyes scrunched in determination. Her whole body was taut like a bow string and every nerve thrummed. Every neuron anticipated contact and every thought focused on staying on. The tip touched her and she grabbed hold of it one more time. This was it, failure was not an option. She took a deep breath and plunged herself onto it. Immediately the urge to jump gripped her. Brandon wrapped his arms around her waist, and she hugged him as hard as she could. She struggled to keep her knees locked against the impulse to stand, but she was half there before her will and his help got her back down into his lap.\n\tBrandon stayed more or less motionless, only holding her to himself and hoping she could stay on this time, and she was grateful as her unruly body struggled against them both for another few seconds. Bit by bit, the urge died and the tension faded. The feeling of his cock in her took its place. Brandon’s penis didn’t look very big, but it felt impossibly large. No word in her vocabulary could express the uniqueness of something so long and thick in her cunny(in actuality, Brandon’s cock was average sized and she’d have felt the same way no matter who her first was).\n\tOnce she settled, and the need to get off left, Lenore wondered what she was supposed to do. She was afraid to move for fear that it would slip out and they’d have to struggle to get it back in again. She searched for inspiration in the faux-wood pattern of the plastic wall and found none. It was perfectly pleasing sitting in Brandon’s lap with him buried in her vagina. With the heat radiating off his cock and the faint pulsing of it, and how deep it was... it was on a completely different level from fingers, but while different from the feel of his tongue, it was really no better or worse, except it touched places in her that were deeper than fingers or tongue could reach. Nevertheless, it seemed like something was missing.\n\t“Is this sex?” She asked, a touch disappointed.\n\t“No, this is-” Brandon said.\n\tBrandon arched his back, which had the effect of pulling his dick part way out of her. It left an uncomfortable void. It was cringe-inducing, like nails on a chalkboard that left her weak and depressed(Lenore could swear her soul shriveled at the thought his dick might slip out of her again). Then suddenly she was full, his penis rushing back in to fill the emptiness with all the speed and technique a sexually experienced six year old could offer. Sparks veritably flew from the ends of her fur like static and her confused and overwhelmed body teared up again, and her eyes rolled back into her head. As far as she could tell, she was somewhere between fainting and dreaming; nothing should feel that good. \n\tIt came to a rest with a wet slap against the mostly furless skin of her vulva, and a shock wave sprad through her. Lenore nearly yelped like a wounded animal; it was so intense, it was almost indistinguishable from pain. In truth, her broken hymen was responsible, but everything was intense and it was only a few watts in a thousand watt charge that lit every neuron. The yelp metamorphosed into a moan, then was caught and killed by the second withdrawal of his penis, which stole her breath. \n\tThe second thrust came with equal intensity. Every nerve in her nethers was on fire. If Lenore could make coherent thoughts at that moment, she would’ve wondered how she hadn’t shattered into a million pieces. Now she sounded off, a soft, whining moan that bordered on the whorish, marking the point at which her innocence died. The fluttering spasms of a powerful climax rebounded and reverberated through every fiber of her being.\n\tEach thrust after was a little less overwhelming, a little less confusing; her heart continued to race, her everything was flushed and hot, she panted like a marathon runner, and every second was indescribably pleasurable, but her senses returned to her, little by little. Lenore smiled at Brandon though watery eyes and pressed herself to him. \n\t“L-Lenore, I’m gonna.. gonna c-cum!”\n\tAll she wanted was for the good feelings to never end. If she could feel like this every moment of every day for the rest of her life, it wouldn’t be enough. Every thrust of Brandon’s prick squelched grossly, spread her unresistant vagina, and threatened to unseat her. The dragging of his cocklette through her tunnel was exquisite and every back thrust made everything wetter, smoother, and matted the fur between them into a gross and soupy mess that went all the way down to the underside of their tails. \n\tWith a mighty forward jerk that almost bounced her out of his lap, Brandon rammed into Lenore one last time. He hugged her fiercely, twitching like mad inside her. She thought it a weird feeling, pleasant but that was all, until three small squirts of wet heat shot into her deeper than she believed possible. Her belly responded with a few weak twitches that made her moan again. Brandon let go of Lenore and slumped back, and she struggled to sit upright, using his shoulders for support. The wetness between them had been clear, but now it was streaked with white. \n\tIn the near distance, a whistle blew, and Lenore and Brandon looked towards where it came from, though they could not see through the bushes. Recess was almost over. She longed for a chance to ask about the white stuff(was it cum?), but there wasn’t time. Muscles protested, dismounting was depressing and uncomfortable, and the pain in her abdomen forced her to roll back on the ground and clutch it. Were it not for the post-coital endorphins, the after-sex glow of satisfaction, it would have made her cry.\n\t“Are you okay Lenore?” \n\t“M-my t-tummy hurts.” \n\t“You should go see the nurse, but we can’t tell her why or we’ll get in trouble! We have ta get dressed quickly too.” \n\t“O-okay. Can you help me?” Lenore gestured towards her discarded clothes. Brandon shook them out and brought them to her.\n\t“Do you want me to help you put them on?” he asked, holding them out to her.\n\t“No thanks.” Lenore said, taking a few deep breaths, hoping that would make it hurt less. It helped, but it was still too hard to sit up and slip them on like she usually did. As the pain faded into serious soreness, she laid on the ground again and drew her knees to her chest and put the panties on that way(Brandon stopped to look at his handiwork as she gave him the perfect view, and promptly got another erection). It was still uncomfortable, but she got them on with a minimum of aggravation. She praised her lucky stars that she could put on her pants without bending too, and then tenderly got to her knees. They were also sore and shaky, and her inner thighs burned from the knee to crotch. Brandon, already done getting dressed, tried to help her stand as cubs began gathering about the shed, blissfully unaware of the total lack of shame the bushes concealed from them.\n\t“Does it always feel like this?” Lenore asked, going back down to her knees. Brandon hunched around the bush to where they entered their little sanctuary, answering when he came back around a moment later\n\t“What, you mean how good if feels?” \n\t“No, how much I hurt now.”\n\t“Only the first few times. It’s best if you take it easy until you get used to doing it.” Lenore sighed with relief. The want of sex would always win out, she already realized this. Even the mess between her legs was enjoyable to some extent. But the idea it would leave her so sore was not a thought that filled her with joy.\n\t“Can we to go yet?”\n\t“Yeh, we gotta go quick!”\n\t“I’m not sure I can get up.”\n\t“You hafta, or we’ll be missed. We’ll go straight to the nurses. You can lean on me, I’ll help.”\n\tLenore took his hand and rose unsteadily to her paws, and leaned on his shoulder. She kissed his cheek in gratitude. Together, they moved to the edge of the bushes. Cubs swarmed all around. They all appeared so different, so silly to her with their balls and dolls(didn’t they know there were better things to be doing?). Fox stood between them and the crowd, blocking their exit from the view of the other cubs and the teacher. \n\t“I should invite you over to meet my brother and sister if you like it so much,” Brandon said as he helped her towards the teacher for a pass to the nurses office. It’s even more fun with more people!”\n\t“That sounds great! I’ll talk to mom about coming over Saturday. Renard is coming over again, and I want to be around to show him what I learned on Sunday!”\n\t\n\n\t \n\n\n\n\n\t\nEpilogue\n\nSix years later:\n\n\tLenore lamented the lack of recess in the sixth grade. No more slides to hide under, no bushes to conceal her, no little nooks or crannies in playscapes and jungle gyms for her and her boyfriends to hide and fornicate in, far and hidden from the prying eyes of prudish, joy-killing adults. The variety of safe places was a plus, and there was just something about doing it outside that got her blood singing and her pussy quivering that musty stairwells, musky bathrooms, dingy closets and moldy empty classrooms did not. But, she thought to herself as she walked down the hall, hips swaying hypnotically in an ultra short skirt that she fought her mother in hand to hand combat to wear(she lost to a slap, then smuggled it out in her backpack and changed on the bus to horny stares and a few gropes), with a forty minute study period four days of the week and two on Tuesday, it was almost as good. She itched for a good time, and more than one boy fell in line from study hall or other classes, hoping to get in on it. \n\tThe teachers were fewer and less omnipresent here(she thanked Aphrodite for small favors) and were wholly unaware of her sexual habits, even if the students were all the same and very cognizant of them. It made slipping into the boy’s room very easy; the small group of boys obscured Lenore as she pushed open the door, and entered like a queen to her throne room. The door hadn’t even banged shut behind her before her panties were around her ankles, and her dress tossed like a rag to the floor. She bent over the very first sink. The smell of piss and urinal cakes singed her nose, but it was a minor inconvenience; it would smell like cum and pussy juice soon, a vast improvement in her opinion. She spread her legs, wagge her tail, and peered over her shoulder at the dozen or so boys who had followed and entered behind her, hoping for a chance to get their rocks off in her warm and accommodating folds. There were a couple of new faces today. \n\t“Who’s first?” Lenore demanded, looking back into the mirror. The view of the boys was better in it anyways. It angled down, and let her see that some of them had discarded their pants and underwear, or at least pulled their little cocks out through their clothes. Even those who hadn’t done either were stiff and rubbing themselves beneath their jeans. It was a beautiful forest of cocks and pert or bouncy testicles. In the top corner of the mirror, two boys were having a sword fight, and she smirked.\n\tThe regular boys knew better than to fight over her, and they made the new boys aware too as they jockeyed for position. She’d set them straight if they did(by which she’d pick one of the squabbling boys, knock him to the ground, squat on his cock, and ride him while giving blowjobs until his balls were empty and he was too soft to continue). It was less fun for them, but Lenore would enjoy herself just the same. A few tears didn’t make a big difference to her, even if she’d rather avoid it coming to that.\n\tDicks shuffled and jousted in and out of view, shifting around, bobbing and coming close, then making way for another; it was almost frustrating enough to demand someone make a move already. One boy finally came forward out of the group and without any foreplay, slid his cock into her presented pussy. He grunted and whispered something under his breath. The boy’s motions were weak, ineffectual, but not entirely inexperienced. He was larger than he appeared at first glance(she could tell by feel alone he was one of the new boys). Her motions might have been considered mechanical, but they were anything but cold and unfeeling. Every grind, push, and subtle change in stance was a learned and targeted behavior to enhance the experience for herself and the penis. She wrapped her tail around him and ground back into his hips extra hard to make up for his lack of ability, pulling more than adequate pleasure from his early-blooming prick. \n\tThe door to the bathroom opened, but there was no immediate yelling from a teacher, so she paid it and the entrant no attention. All her concentration was bent on getting this cock to spill seed in her so she could get to her next orgasm, and the next boy. She counted on her fingers as they humped how many boys and how many orgasms she had averaged a study period her first week(oh, she was no slouch, the smart cookie, just a total slut). Nine boys, eleven orgasms she concluded. This week she wanted to make it to eleven and fourteen if she could. The boy grunted again and squirted cum deep inside her; her belly seized and she abandoned herself to the exquisite orgasmic release. Even six years later, each cum made her go weak in the knees, even if only for an instant. Lenore rested her head against the faucet and luxuriated, moaning like a whore as the boy pulled out and a little bit of his semen dripped onto the floor between her paws. The cool air on her cunny made her shiver and she made an effort not to play with the seed he’d given her. It would still be there when she got home, and she could play with it then. What wouldn’t be waiting for her at home would be another dick. \n\t“Who’s next? Don’t keep me waiting.” She flagged her tail giving all the boys an eyeful, hoping that she would get to feel that boys cock again soon; once she’d trained him a bit, he would be one of the better lays. The next boy grabbed her tail roughly at the base and jammed himself in and thrust hard, and immediately busted his nut. \n\t“That was pathetic. I barely felt that.” Lenore complained, shoving the still cumming boy backwards with her hips and not even looking. A hot squirt of semen splashed her messy cunt as he left her folds and stumbled backwards into the jeering boys. The hot mess sent a pleasant shiver up her spine. “And don’t grab my tail like that again or you’ll be sorry.”\n\tThe boy in question had the decency to whimper apologetically, tail between his legs as a last weak and dejected squirt of semen splattered on the floor between them. Lenore glanced at her wristwatch: six minutes down, thirty-four to go. A pair of hands wrapped around her belly and pulled her against a new mate. She recognized who it was by the confidence and the shape of his cock, and the familiar muzzle over her shoulder confirmed; Brandon must have entered when she wasn’t paying attention. More expertly then either of the other boys, he thrust his cock through her cum-slicked snatch and went full speed from the get-go. \n\t“Mm, sloppy seconds! My favorite!”\n\t“Thirds, actually.”\n\t“Even better!”\n\tHer heart beat faster even though she’d receive fewer boys that day with Brandon and his ungodly stamina participating. But she would cum many more times. His was the most talented cock in any grade, and no one could push her buttons better than he did. \n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "


\tThe previous day lay on Lenore’s mind like a winter jacket, insulating her thoughts against the outside world. These thoughts shouldn’t for any good reason have afflicted her for another six years naturally, just a little after she would turn eleven and just before her first period.  This length would be even longer, if her mother had a say in it(which she didn’t).  But it had afflicted her, and it stole her attention away from the apples, glossy and red, and how if you put one apple with another, it became two apples.  This concept, the concept of addition, was radical and mind-blowing, and would have excited and thrilled her like the letter Z had the Friday before but for these other thoughts.  These were even larger concepts-concepts too large for her tender age to easily understand, and it would take many months to explore and digest them.  But Lenore was not known for her patience when it came to the new, the exciting, and the unusual.
\tThese were the things that Renard had shown her yesterday.  Lenore wished desperately that their classes interacted in some way so she could ask him more questions; they pressed against her rib cage and crowded her skull like only the worst of colds, straining her at the seams(she sneezed, and she thought she saw some questions fly out).  Many, of course, occurred while he was still visiting, but her mother hadn’t let them be alone for more than a few minutes the rest of the time he was there.  The questions burned so fiercely that by bed time the night before, her nose was dry, forehead was sweaty, and her ears were flushed(her mother even remarked on it!), and she said she was sick that morning.  There was no doubting her cloudy-headedness or that her attention was suffering.  But there was no fever, no cough; the almighty thermometer and conventional motherly wisdom said normal, and her mother would hear nothing more of it.  Not that it was any consolation, but by that time, her mother had forgotten her worries concerning her daughter and nephew.
\tThe clock ticked backwards to lunch and recess with a wretched slowness(An hour to go?!), and for the first time ever Lenore experienced just how excruciating it was to watch it.  She even fancied she heard its ticking over the drone of the teacher’s windy explanation of addition.  It’s presence, never really noticed before, was another unaccostumed weight on her shoulers.
\tShe wasn’t sure what she would say to the girls when they came to play dolls and push each other on the swings at recess, but she was interested in spending a little time with the boys, or at least a boy, somewhere that prying eyes and sharp ears would not discover them.  She tapped her pencil on the desk, then scrawled a large, misshapen two on the page under the first problem, sure the answer was right, and tried to focus a little harder as the teacher moved on to the next math problem, two plus one.  
\t“Blah blah blah blah two apples, and blah blah we get when we blah one apple to another, let us take blah blah apple blah and add…”
\tIt turned out to be near impossible.  Only the thought of Renard’s penis(in all of its gross, throbbing glory) remained lodged in her skull, mixing and weaving between unanswered questions and eliciting delightful ghostly sensations that made her squeeze her thighs together and crush her hand.  What was that exciting, building, shivery, eye-crossing feeling she had when he licked between her legs?  She wasn’t sure, but something amazing and scary had been growing, and thinking about it sent a shadow of that shiver reverberating through her spine from ears to toes to tail-tip.  Her bushy orange tail poofed audibly, and her neighbor snickered.  And what about that at the end?  That sex thing?  He tried to put his penis inside her like he had with his tongue.  Would that have been even better?  At the time, his laying on top of her hadn’t amused; he was a foot taller and weighed almost twice as much.   Her attention had been occupied by how uncomfortable it was to be used like a mattress(why did that idea make her tingle more?).  But the more she thought about the moment when his penis spread her slit open and started slipping into her body, the more intensely interested she became in having it happen again.  Only next time she hoped there would be no interruptions.  
\tIt drove her to touch herself at every opportunity the rest of that day and this morning; in the shower before bed, at the breakfast table, on the bus, in the bathroom earlier that morning(even now, a hand was in her pants); but most of all after her mother had tucked her in to read her a bedtime story.  If anything, she’d hoped that her mother wouldn’t as happened some nights.  Lenore had wanted to start touching herself right away, but she was not so lucky.  It made it hard to focus on the story(like it was making it hard to focus on the teacher now), and she was wide awake when her mother finished.  All throughout, as she was currently doing, she surreptitiously rubbed the edges of her vagina just to get a feel for the opening that had been a part of her her whole life without ever having been prospected, let alone mined for its rich seam of pleasure.  It was not long after her mother left the room that she was digging into her slit like she was searching for gold.  It was a mostly pleasant exploration, but it wasn’t anything like before.  Nothing she did made her heart flutter or belly squirm or heat her cheeks like Renard had(his tongue was strong and flexible and her fingers small and inexperienced).  Was that why mommy and other grown up girls liked boys?  
\tBoys had never been a part of her thoughts any more than sex had, except as objects of disgust and as bullies; they were all just boys, covered in cooties and interested in nasty, gross things like bugs.  Did she not agree with her friends that they were all gross just a week ago?  Yet now they had a new appeal that she couldn’t willingly admit to them.  Her thoughts flitted from tall and thin to short and fat, from fluffy to scruffy(they all had tongues and fingers and penises).  With a start she realized she was the only fox in the class.  She pouted; it wasn’t fair(The kindergarten class next door had four)!  Who would she play with if not another fox?
\tPerhaps it was instinct that singled out Fox from the rest, the class’s only and most ironically named bunny(Not that she knew what irony was).  Maybe something inside her recognized him as being a one of a kind in the class like her; there were no others in this room, except for the teacher, but everyone knew teachers didn’t count.  Or it could even be the broken, atrophied predator part of her brain singling out an ancestral prey.  Or maybe, just maybe, she had actually spoken to him before, and liked him, whether or not she remembered or cared to admit that she thought there was maybe one boy who was not so icky(no one could say which was the honest truth).  Eye contact with him was unavoidable.  Lenore had chosen a partner to explore with, and with all of them arranged in a semicircle around the blackboard, it was hard to miss someone staring.  Fox caught her eyes.  She blushed and focused on the apples.  
\tLenore tried to put him out of her head(she even took her hand out of pants) and struggled extra hard to pay attention.  But no matter how she tried, now that she had made a choice, she couldn’t stop wondering if his penis looked the same as her cousin’s.  Would it taste the same?  Smell the same?  Would he even be willing to let her touch it?  Would he be willing to touch her?  It was no secret around the playground that boys found girls as gross girls found them(what would she do then?).  Waiting until Sunday for Renard to come over again would be interminable!  Could she even wait that long?  She didn’t think so.  Her head and her loins were both fit to explode and it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours.  The image of his stiff penis sprung itself on her again and again.  Her vagina itched, and she hungered for it like dessert(she even started to drool, thinking about Renard’s dick).  Maybe another boy would do if fox wasn’t interested.  But who?
\t“That’s it for math, class!  Now it’s time for lunch!  Close your activity books and form a double line at the door!”
\tLenore jumped out of her seat and joined seamlessly into the self-organizing throng at the door, ending up near the middle in the left hand line.  Fox was the second person behind her with Michelle between them.  The rest of her friends were in other classes.  What would she tell them?  She still didn’t know, and that worried her the most.
\t
\tThe cafeteria was loud.  Seventy-eight energetic, loosely-controlled five and six year-olds in a confined space kind of loud.  It was the kind of loud where teachers fantasized about earplugs and muzzling the children.  There were six total kindergarten classes that lunched chaotically at the same time-the whole of the kindergarten grade.  Michelle preceded her into the room by way of a bagged lunch and snagged a table by the windows, around which their friends were already rallying as she got in with her lame Monday rendition of the Taco Tuesday special.  Angelica, periodically scanning for missing friends waved her over.  
\tBefore today, she couldn’t have imagined refusing that enthusiastic greeting.  All her friends were at that table talking, laughing, and showing off the newest doll or doll accessory; Jessica was showing off a new watch.  She yearned to join them and show them the cute outfit her new doll had, but she couldn’t(she had forgotten it at home).  They would never let a boy sit with them either, nor would she get to talk quietly with said boy if they did.  
\tThere was a small table with only three chairs in the middle of the back wall.  Kindergartners rarely sat there because it was the farthest from the door to the playground(when the upper grades lunched, it was never empty). But now, for her secretive purpose, it seemed to call to her.  She rushed over and lay claim to it while scanning the lunch lines for her target.  Fox was just coming out of the line, tray in hand and walking slowly with a coyote she didn’t recognize.  
\tLenore with comic ferocity at Fox, inviting him to sit with her.  He and his friend paused half-way towards the table where their recess pals beckoned boisterously.  For a moment, it appeared he would go to them(why wouldn’t he, she was just a girl!), but his friend whispered something in his ear that made him blush, pushed him towards her, and then walked away.  Reluctantly, Fox came and sat with her.
\t“Hi!” She said, ears flaming red as Fox skulked into a seat.  His tray clattered onto the table.  “I’m Lenore!”
\t“I know, we’re in the same class.  You was starin’ at me durin’ math.”  Fox took up his taco shell and began stuffing everything into it, avoiding her eyes by any means.
\t“You’re cute.”  Fox put his half stuffed taco down and stared at her like she was an alien.  
\t“I-I’m cute?”  His large ears laid flat so fast Lenore could hear them tear the air.
\t“Yeah, you’re cute!”  She said firmly.  “Wanna do stuff together at recess?”
\t“Like what?  Play dolls?”  Fox scoffed, rolling his eyes, and ears popping up like jack-in-the-boxes.
\t“No, like somethin’ special.”
\tFox picked his taco up and finished loading it with lettuce and cheese.
\t“Special?  Special how?  What do girls do that’s special?”  
\t“Girls do lotsa special things!”  She said, indignant.  “But I mean special like how grown-ups do when they think we aren’t watchin’.”  
\t“You don’t mean…”  He trailed off, setting down his taco and giving Lenore his full attention.
\tShe nodded.  “The Great Adult Conspiracy.  I know what it is they get up to, and I want to share it with you.  I can show you what they been hidin’.”
\t“I-I…  I don’t know.  There’s a reason they don’t tell us what they do.”
\t“You don’t know what you’re missin’.  It’s weird, but it feels so good.”
\t“It feels good?  What is it that they do?”
\t“You’ll hafta to play with me at recess ta find out!”
\t“But why me?”
\t“I already told you silly!  You’re cute!”
\tHe gave her a weird look, and Lenore shrugged.  She refused to answer any questions about the conspiracy.  Fox was very curious, moving his seat closer to Lenore, then asking whispered questions between bites of his first taco, afraid the teachers might overhear; but her lips were sealed, opening only to eat her own tacos.  By the halfway point of his second, he gave up and they talked sparingly about their friends and schoolwork and cartoons until the end of lunch(it turned out they didn’t have much in common).  
\t“After the last class gets outside,” she said, interrupting him as the first class began lining up, “meet me in the bushes on the woods side of the shed where all the flower bushes are.  Don’t be seen.  You know the teachers don’t like us playing too near the shed or the woods.”
\tFox nodded, suddenly quiet.  The dubious nature of the venture had him thoughtful, and Lenore wondered if he would actually come or if she’d end up just exploring on her own(She really hoped not).  Only time would tell, but she’d only have to wait until the teachers finished handing out sports stuff to know for sure.  
\tTheir teacher held her hand up and her students, Lenore and Fox included, lined up obediently.  She was vibrating excitedly like everyone else, while Fox was deep in thought.  All of his friends(except the coyote boy, who grinned at her and Fox) jeered as they walked by.  Michelle met her in line, incredulous that she passed them up to spend lunch with a boy.  
\t“Boys are gross!  You agreed!  Why would you sit with one?”
\t“I’ll tell you why later!”  Lenore whispered truthfully and evasively.  “I got good reasons.”
\t“I don’t like it,” Michelle whispered as they began walking down the hall. “and neither will the other girls, especially Jennifer.  You know how she gets!  What should I even tell them?  I don’t know if I can cover for you!  It’s all they wanted to talk about.  You at a table with that bunny boy!”  
\t“Tell ’em…” tell them what?  Lenore wasn’t sure what she should have Michelle tell them.  She had been so wrapped up in her wants that only just now she was thinking about how things looked to her friends.  
\tThinking fast, she said, “Tell ‘em that I’m spyin’ on the boys.  For information.”
\t“What kinda information?”  The line approached the door outside.
\t“I’ll tell ya when I can.  I hafta go!”
\tThe door opened and released the fury of thirteen more cubs onto a sparse but rapidly populating playground, centrally adorned by a large rubber top, six swings, and a slide that were never enough, and a jungle gym that was surrounded on three sides by classic tarmac drawn with four-square and hop-scotch and which abutted the woods on the fourth.  It all sat adjacent to a multi-purpose sports field that was really only used by the fourth and fifth graders and gym class.  About twenty feet from the woods and from the tarmac was a cheap plastic shed.  A number of cubs made straight for it and the teacher guarding its entry for balls and beanbags and other things, and she made as if to join them.  But when the teacher was inside grabbing yet another Frisbee, she slid off to the side and melted into the bushes without snapping a twig or rustling the leaves, and disappeared from view(she imagined herself as a dryad, merging into her tree).  The subterfuge made her feel almost as tingly as being naughty did.  
\tThere was no telling how safe it would be, or even if there would be any room, but she was pleasantly surprised by the amount of space under them.  The rhododendrons were three times her height and in full flower, blotting out all vision of the playground beyond, but there was still room enough for her to stand with knees and back only slightly bent(she was a perfectly normal sized girl for her age).  The gap through which she crept was chest high and curved sharply around another bush that blocked vision past it.  The interior space was firm, flattened, grassy, and worn around the middle, forming a spacious ring around another bush denuded of branches a third of the way up and closed on one side by the shed.  It was complete with a smattering of cigarette buts and a crushed can(A Coors light, courtesy of a bad boy fifth-grader) that smelled acrid and disgusting.  Lenore was delighted she could lay down nearly anywhere and have room to roll or shimmy in any direction, and be mostly comfortable.  Lenore seriously questioned why she had never monopolized on her awareness that there was a space here.  She also seriously questioned how she had acquired the knowledge that there was a space there.
\tUltimately, she decided she didn’t care.  It was perfect in every way.   The leaves and flowers were too thick to see through, and once the teacher dispensing goods had locked the shed and left, there would be forty minutes of uninterrupted time in which no one would come within twenty feet of the thing, and with all the screaming native to recess chaos(of which she made up a shocking volume some days), she wouldn’t even need to whisper to stay hidden.  Now she just had to wait for a wild Fox to appear.
\tThe sounds of impatient cubs and grumbling teachers died down and the hoots, hollers, and screams elsewhere increased.  The excitement and the warm tingles in her pussy intensified.   He would be coming into the bushes after her any moment.  Lenore laid back in the grass and stuffed a hand into her panties and hooked a finger right into her cunny.  It was as hot and humid down there as a bathroom after a long shower.  The wetness mystified her, but she gave it only the most fleeting consideration, and it was only that it made slipping a finger in easier and touching feel better.  
\tThrough swimming thoughts of her cousin’s cock, hard and erect and tantalizing enough to taste, she thought of Fox.  The wait for him was interminable.  Would he even show up?  She was beginning to worry that he wouldn’t.  What if he told on her instead?  She brushed the possibility aside-it wasn’t helping her cunny feel better.  Unwilling to wait any longer, Lenore unzipped her pants, pushed them and her panties down around her ankles, and slipped a second finger into her tight, immature vagina.  She closed her eyes, sighed, and curled her toes in delight.
\t“Ooh, Fox wasn’t joking!”
\t“Who are you?!”  Lenore shouted, covering up and inching back from the unfamiliar boy.
\t“I’m Brandon, Fox’s friend.  I was with him when you waved him over at lunch.  He’s not interested in Great Adult Conspiracy things, but I am, and I know ALL about it.”  Brandon smirked and knelt down in front of her and put his hands on his thighs.  A rusty brown and tan furred coyote, he was not that different from herself with his triangular ears and pointed muzzle with a cute, wet, black nose that quivered at every scent.  His tail swept side to side with childish excitement, and she could feel hers going too, matching it beat for beat.  It curled at the tip in a playful gesture between swings, inviting him closer.  Lenore’s heart pounded in her ears, and the tingle in her loins had never been greater.
\t“Y-you do?” she asked, and began openly touching herself again.  “You want to play with me?  What can you show me?”  Inside, she seethed at what could only be considered a betrayal; she had asked Fox to play, not Brandon.  But Brandon unzipped his pants and yanked them down to his knees, revealing his boyhood.  A proud and stiff erection burst all bubbling objections.  This was what she wanted, had thirsted for since Renard had shown her his yesterday, had yearned to touch and play with more since, and it surmounted any particular boy.  
\t“Brandon?”
\t“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!”  
\tLenore giggled.  “We’re gonna to be good friends, aren’t we?”
\t“The best!”  He tugged on his cock a few times, then waved at the pants around her ankles.  “You gonna finish takin those off?  We won’t need them, and we don’t have time ta waste.  It’ll be easier too.”
\tLenore was nervous, but kicked off her clothes while he laid down where she had been.  On a whim, she crawled over him, narrowly avoiding his head with a knee as she positioned herself for the best view of his penis.  She lay along his stomach so that she could nuzzle it.  
\t“I like sixty-nining.  It’s advanced stuff!”  Lenore didn’t know what he meant(she couldn’t count that high and wasn’t even sure it was a real number), but didn’t care.  Especially not with the object of her desire in front of her.  It smelled a little different from Renard’s, a little muskier in some undefinable way, but it was an improvement in her opinion.  She wondered how it would taste, and how it would feel between her legs.  It had more skin, and it bunched up around the head and covered it at the edges.  She poked it with her nose.
\t“Cold!  Cold nose!” Brandon giggled.  He playfully swatted her butt, then began rubbing his hands through the fur against the grain between her thighs and towards the tail.  His breath on her moist vagina made her shudder and the chill on her immature folds stoked her.
\t“Sorry,” she said.  “You can lick me if ya want.”
\t“And you can suck on mine.”
\tLenore tittered, but Brandon got right to work.  He pulled her crotch down onto his muzzle and stuck his tongue right into her wet cunny.  Both of them hummed in pleasure(it felt better than she remembered), but while he soaked himself in her pussy, she wanted to examine his penis more.  There was no word in her vocabulary she could use to describe what she was feeling, but her body and soul experienced how erotic looking at it was.  She wished she could be surrounded by them, and reveled in the act of looking at it.  Soon she would revel in the acts of sucking on it and having it penetrating her.  But now, the vague shine and reddish-purple color and its swollen, throbbing shape attracted her and affected her mind and body in drug-like ways.  A tiny bead of pre welled up from and quivered on the tip, then trickled down the mushroom like head.  
\tA sudden spasm rippled through her from crotch to just below her stomach.  She involuntarily gripped Brandon’s head between her knees.  At the same, his tongue was pulled inwards by the contractions but squished out by pressure.  Brandon made a funny, muffled noise(it wasn’t a sound of discomfort, but one of enthusiasm) that she could feel but not hear over her the rapid beating of her heart.  An eternity lasting eight seconds left her panting and weak-kneed.  Muscles in her tummy, tail, and cunny fluttered weakly, and tears dampened her face.  It was like getting gifts at Christmas and a toasty fire on a cold and snowy winter night with no school the next morning, but different, and in her vagina.
\t“Oh my god, what was that?!”  She sobbed, unable to rein in or process the vast and confusing emotions and sensory overload.  “It felt so good!”  Half falling, half rolling off Brandon, she splayed out beside him and stared up at the brightly colored flowers.  She wiped the tears from her fur and whiskers, his cock forgotten amid the dying tempest.  
\tBrandon smiled.  “It does, doesn’t it?”  He got up onto his knees and straddled Lenore’s legs, and stroked his dick.  The feelings were draining away, leaving behind the discomfort of overworked muscles, but with a pervasive and persistent warmth that soothed her soul.  
\t“Now ya have ta help me have that feeling too!  It’s only fair; girls always get to go first, but you hafta help me get off now.  Do you want it in your cunny, or do you want to suck on it more?”  
\tLenore raised herself up on elbows and her belly complained.  The grass prickled her nethers too, she and flopped down like a rag-doll.  
\t“I don’t think I wanna have it in me yet.  Maybe later?”
\t“Then you’ll suck on it?”  
\t“Yeh, but I don’t wanna get up yet.”
\t“You don’t hafta.”  Brandon picked a spot near her and lay down, face up.  Once again her eyes were attracted to the stiff little pole of flesh that had led her to this unique path.  He shimmied a little closer, then rolled onto his side, bringing his cock right up in front of her eyes.  “Just roll onta your side and you can suck it that way.”
\tIt required her to scoot a little to get it level with her muzzle, and she could see it better just below eye level anyway.  A few blades of grass impeded her view, but everything about it seemed intensely familiar now, as if its shape had been seared into memory.  
\tLike the previous day with her cousin, she started with a couple licks.  It was squishy in spite of its rigidity.  The fluid on his penis had no discernible scent but was just the slightest bit sweet, just like her cousin’s.  An aftershock of the good feelings goaded her onward, telling her that she was on the right track.  Brandon, when she took his thingy into her mouth, sighed and put a hand on her cheek.  It made her heart flutter and cheeks burn invisibly beneath the fluff.  
\tAt this point, Lenore had more practical experience than Renard, who only ever got to see and hear his older bother and his girlfriend through a cracked open door; but Brandon had a great deal more experience than even Renard’s brother.
\t“Lick it more when you suck Lenore, and pay special attention to the skin around head and under my dick.  It feels best there.  And careful of your teeth!  It don’t feel so good to gettin bit.”  
\t“Okie,” she said, letting his wiener out of her muzzle for just a second.  His penis was glossy with spit.  It was less yummy looking dripping saliva, but the pit of her stomach flip-flopped knowing that it had been in her mouth.  It was similar to the rush all small kits got from peeing on things, like it made it theirs, and no one else’s.  From so close up, she could see it twitching harder than ever, harder even than Renard’s had.  It also smelled faintly of tacos.  Lenore engulfed Brandon’s cock with her mouth again.  It was difficult to suck and lick simultaneously, so she switched back and forth whenever she demed she had spent too long doing the other.  It was enough to please her friend though(were they friends now?), she could tell by his panting, whispered encouragement, the petting of her head, and eventually, the rocking of his hips.
\tAt first she was put off by the hip rocking.  It went so much deeper into her muzzle than she expected or was comfortable with when he did it, and the repetitive tapping of his balls against her muzzle, out of sight because it and the grass conspired to block her vision of them.  But at that same time, there was more of that sweet, slimy fluid now, and he seemed to like it so much, and when he held it, for just a second at its deepest point, it felt...surprisingly right.  In a few short minutes, she wasn’t even thinking about it anymore as fresh excitement stole over her, and she started playing with her clit.  Brandon humped her muzzle faster and faster, and she slipped her finger into her vagina.  She didn’t feel like she was going to have another of those huge, good, shivery feelings, but it was still so much more intense when her finger was in than not.  
\tBrandon’s balls slapped her chin so quickly she couldn’t even tell individual taps apart anymore, and she sucked on his penis harder, and the lips of her cunny quivered.  He grunted and pressed his crotch hard against her face and she was having a hard time breathing through the press of tan fur.  Hot, thick juice filled her mouth and she had to swallow or drown.  A panic gripped Lenore and then was absorbed as her pussy fluttered into an unexpected orgasm, the two becoming one feeling, one emotion.  She wanted to spit it out and push away, but she grabbed his butt and pulled him closer, holding her breath, and gulping his seed.  
\tThe penis in her mouth softened.  Lenore sucked on it harder, licked more fiercely, hoping for more.  Where was the bitter-sweet drink that Brandon had just given her gone?  Was it pee?  Could he give her more?  She already missed having his crotch pressed into her face, and breathing his scent through his short, thick fur.  
\t“Let me go,” he commanded, pushing on her shoulder when it became apparent she wouldn’t just let him roll over.  Reluctantly, she obeyed and did the same.  “I can’t go from cum to cum like girls can.  I need a coupla minutes in between.  I don’t know how you girls do it.”  
\t“Do what over and over again?  What was that stuff that came out?  Was that pee?  Can I have more?”
\t“What?  Ew, no!  It ain’t pee.  And yeh, you can have more, later.”
\t“If it ain’t pee, then what is it?”
\t“My brother calls it cum.  Have you ever seen it before?”
\t“Umm, no?”
\t“How long have ya been in on the Great Adult Conspiracy anyway?”
\t“Justa day.  My cousin Renard showed me his thingy...his penis yesterday.”
\t“Wow, that ain’t long at all!  I’ve been in on it for over a year!  My brother and sister are very smart and I’m glad they showed me everything!”
\t“That’s a long time!”
\t“Yep!  So what he show you?  Just his penis?“
\tLenore put her hands behind her head and recalled carefully the too brief encounter.  “No, he let me touch it and had me put it in my mouth.  It was pretty fun.  I let him touch me and put his mouth on mine too.  He was gonna put his penis in me when mommy came to check on us.”
\t“Oh no!  You didn’t get caught, did you?  It’s very bad to get caught.”
\t“Nope!”
\t“That’s good.  I don’t know why adults want to keep this from us cubs.  I’ve done all that with big bro and sis and more.  I think I know as much as they do, and my brother is very old!  We all have sex every day.  More than once when Mom and Dad are away!”
\t“So, wait, you do sex with your brother AND your sister?  At the same time?”
\t“At the same time!  It’s the most amazing feeling.”
\tLenore was amazed and confused by Brandon’s life, and she wondered what it would be like to feel this way everyday, sometimes two or more times.  What was it like, she also wondered, to have sex with more than one person at the same time?  The possibilities of doing it with just one person bordered on the incomprehensible.  They lapsed into silence for awhile, looking at the shifting colors of the sun on the canopy above them, soaking in with uncharacteristic quietness for their ages the atmosphere of their intimate world apart from the screaming children without, and contemplated their unimportant nothings.
\t“Hey, come’n sit in my lap if ya want to go again.  I’m gettin another stiffy!”  
\tLenore snapped from her musings and looked at him, then hungrily at his crotch.  Brandon had moved and sat against the shed with his legs spread.  He made no secret of looking at the cleft in her legs, and fiddled with his dick.  It was still damp with spit, and it was getting on the pad of his hand.  The head of his cock was a little redder than before.  There was a lingering soreness in her tummy, but it wasn’t as bad as it was(which hadn’t been so bad as she imagined to begin with), and certainly wasn’t enough to stop her from getting to her hands and knees and crawling to Brandon, and start nuzzling his fuzzy little balls.  
\t“No, don’t lay down, sit in my lap.  I wanna put it in your pussy now.”
\t“Pussy?  What’s that?”  She rose on her knees and used the shed to support her self.
\t“Yeah, your vagina?  Cunny?  My brother and sister sometimes calls it a cunt.  Its this part here-” he grabbed her between her legs and slipped a finger into her.  The excitement of him just grabbing her crotch made her tingle like crazy.
\t“O-oh, yeah, I knew that!.”  She thrust her pussy into his hand, pushing his finger deeper.  “So…uh, how am I supposed to sit in your lap with your legs spread like that?”
\t“Stand up and get as close to me as you can, so that your paws are on either side of my butt, then squat until your pussy is touching my penis.  Grab my shoulders, and I’ll help you down.  I do this with my sister all the time and she’s bigger than you.  You won’t fall.”
\tLenore processed what he meant slowly, lacking the spatial awareness gained by age or copious fucking for sex positions, then followed his instructions(she was loathed to have his hand away from her cunny).  Being so close to a boy, half naked body pressed up against his half naked body made her feel a little awkward, but his warm fur was nice, as was his breath on the side of her neck(it sent a shiver along her back and made her even wetter), and the hot, wet, pulsating length of his dick against her slit.  Brandon guided her head over his shoulder, and then he encouraged her up by gently tugging her tail.  She didn’t want to move her cunny away from his cock; the pressure of it pressing into her intimate parts and splitting them to either side was amazing.  It stemmed the flow of her wetness, directing down his cocklette and over his balls where it disappeared into the grass.  Eventually she relented, reaching for something even better in the immediate future.
\tBrandon wasn’t strong enough to lift or pull her down all on his own(he was only just turned six).  Lenore only let him guide her hips forward and up.  Her knees scraped the shed and her vagina was practically in his face(he gave a sensual, gentlemanly kiss to her button that made her moan) when he began to guide her back down.  She left a trail of girl juice from his nose to his crotch.  Sooner than she expected there was a hard poke into the side of her cunny, jolting her forward.
\t“Ow.”
\t“Are you okay?  Did I hurt you?”  Brandon asked.
\t“I bumped the shed with my nose.”
\t“So it wasn’t me hitting your pussy?”
\t“No, not really.  It just scared me.”
\t“Okay, okay.  Just go back slowly, I can’t see where I’m puttin it like this so I have ta aim it by feel, so you gotta help me a little.”
\t“How do I help?”
\t“If you reach behind you when you feel it touch you, you can move it to the right spot.  You don’t hafta, but it’ll be a lot easier and you’ll do a better job of it than me.”
\t“Uh-huh.  Okay.  I’m gonna start going back now then.”
\tLenore slid back more slowly the second time, and was prepared for the prod when it came.  Brandon fiddled with his penis, and she could feel it as it jiggled to the left, then right.  She reached behind for his dick and got it just below the tip.  It was a very different texture when she was unable to see it.  It was slimy, rubbery, but still hot, but that only added to the tension, to making her more aroused.  She didn’t think it would be so hard to line it up with her cunny; it was hers, she knew where it was, so why was it so tough?  Part of it was how unprepared for how slippery things were getting down there she was, but he was patient and she was determined.  Three times it started to go in, but the very sudden, hard, and deep intrusion into her body unnerved her in ways that Renard’s hadn’t(turned out being able to see what was happening made a big difference for Lenore), setting off alarms and making her jump like she’d been pinched.  
\t“Okie, next time it goes in, hold me so I can’t jump off it.  I want it in me, it feels so good, but I can’t make myself stay on it.”
\t“I’ll try.  But it’s okay to do another position or try another day if it’s too hard for you.  You might not be ready.  It took me a week to be able to take my brothers dick.”
\t“How does that work?”
 \t“How does that work?  He puts it in my butt.  It feels amazing!  But maybe we should try tomorrow instead, you don’t seem ready for this.”
\t“No!  I’m ready!  Please, I want to.”  Lenore said, crossing her arms and sniffling.  
\t“Alright, alright, just be careful.  But if you don’t stay on this time, then we hafta try it again tomorrow.  Got it?”
\tLenore whimpered she wanted it so much.  Losing the chance was agony, even with the invitation to tomorrow.  Was something wrong with her?  Why couldn’t she stay on it?  She wanted this more than anything else she’d ever wanted(even more than her new doll).  She steeled herself, nodded, then sank down slow and deliberate, muzzle open, eyes scrunched in determination.  Her whole body was taut like a bow string and every nerve thrummed.  Every neuron anticipated contact and every thought focused on staying on.  The tip touched her and she grabbed hold of it one more time.  This was it, failure was not an option.  She took a deep breath and plunged herself onto it.  Immediately the urge to jump gripped her.  Brandon wrapped his arms around her waist, and she hugged him as hard as she could.  She struggled to keep her knees locked against the impulse to stand, but she was half there before her will and his help got her back down into his lap.
\tBrandon stayed more or less motionless, only holding her to himself and hoping she could stay on this time, and she was grateful as her unruly body struggled against them both for another few seconds.  Bit by bit, the urge died and the tension faded.  The feeling of his cock in her took its place.  Brandon’s penis didn’t look very big, but it felt impossibly large.  No word in her vocabulary could express the uniqueness of something so long and thick in her cunny(in actuality, Brandon’s cock was average sized and she’d have felt the same way no matter who her first was).
\tOnce she settled, and the need to get off left, Lenore wondered what she was supposed to do.  She was afraid to move for fear that it would slip out and they’d have to struggle to get it back in again.  She searched for inspiration in the faux-wood pattern of the plastic wall and found none.  It was perfectly pleasing sitting in Brandon’s lap with him buried in her vagina.  With the heat radiating off his cock and the faint pulsing of it, and how deep it was... it was on a completely different level from fingers, but while different from the feel of his tongue, it was really no better or worse, except it touched places in her that were deeper than fingers or tongue could reach.  Nevertheless, it seemed like something was missing.
\t“Is this sex?”  She asked, a touch disappointed.
\t“No, this is-”  Brandon said.
\tBrandon arched his back, which had the effect of pulling his dick part way out of her.  It left an uncomfortable void.  It was cringe-inducing, like nails on a chalkboard that left her weak and depressed(Lenore could swear her soul shriveled at the thought his dick might slip out of her again).  Then suddenly she was full, his penis rushing back in to fill the emptiness with all the speed and technique a sexually experienced six year old could offer.  Sparks veritably flew from the ends of her fur like static and her confused and overwhelmed body teared up again, and her eyes rolled back into her head.  As far as she could tell, she was somewhere between fainting and dreaming; nothing should feel that good.  
\tIt came to a rest with a wet slap against the mostly furless skin of her vulva, and a shock wave sprad through her.  Lenore nearly yelped like a wounded animal; it was so intense, it was almost indistinguishable from pain.  In truth, her broken hymen was responsible, but everything was intense and it was only a few watts in a thousand watt charge that lit every neuron.  The yelp metamorphosed into a moan, then was caught and killed by the second withdrawal of his penis, which stole her breath.  
\tThe second thrust came with equal intensity.  Every nerve in her nethers was on fire.  If Lenore could make coherent thoughts at that moment, she would’ve wondered how she hadn’t shattered into a million pieces.  Now she sounded off, a soft, whining moan that bordered on the whorish, marking the point at which her innocence died.  The fluttering spasms of a powerful climax rebounded and reverberated through every fiber of her being.
\tEach thrust after was a little less overwhelming, a little less confusing; her heart continued to race, her everything was flushed and hot, she panted like a marathon runner, and every second was indescribably pleasurable, but her senses returned to her, little by little.  Lenore smiled at Brandon though watery eyes and pressed herself to him.  
\t“L-Lenore, I’m gonna.. gonna c-cum!”
\tAll she wanted was for the good feelings to never end.  If she could feel like this every moment of every day for the rest of her life, it wouldn’t be enough.  Every thrust of Brandon’s prick squelched grossly, spread her unresistant vagina, and threatened to unseat her.  The dragging of his cocklette through her tunnel was exquisite and every back thrust made everything wetter, smoother, and matted the fur between them into a gross and soupy mess that went all the way down to the underside of their tails.  
\tWith a mighty forward jerk that almost bounced her out of his lap, Brandon rammed into Lenore one last time.  He hugged her fiercely, twitching like mad inside her.  She thought it a weird feeling, pleasant but that was all, until three small squirts of wet heat shot into her deeper than she believed possible.  Her belly responded with a few weak twitches that made her moan again.  Brandon let go of Lenore and slumped back, and she struggled to sit upright, using his shoulders for support.  The wetness between them had been clear, but now it was streaked with white.  
\tIn the near distance, a whistle blew, and Lenore and Brandon looked towards where it came from, though they could not see through the bushes.  Recess was almost over.  She longed for a chance to ask about the white stuff(was it cum?), but there wasn’t time.  Muscles protested, dismounting was depressing and uncomfortable, and the pain in her abdomen forced her to roll back on the ground and clutch it.  Were it not for the post-coital endorphins, the after-sex glow of satisfaction, it would have made her cry.
\t“Are you okay Lenore?”  
\t“M-my t-tummy hurts.”  
\t“You should go see the nurse, but we can’t tell her why or we’ll get in trouble!  We have ta get dressed quickly too.”  
\t“O-okay.  Can you help me?”  Lenore gestured towards her discarded clothes.  Brandon shook them out and brought them to her.
\t“Do you want me to help you put them on?” he asked, holding them out to her.
\t“No thanks.”  Lenore said, taking a few deep breaths, hoping that would make it hurt less.  It helped, but it was still too hard to sit up and slip them on like she usually did.  As the pain faded into serious soreness, she laid on the ground again and drew her knees to her chest and put the panties on that way(Brandon stopped to look at his handiwork as she gave him the perfect view, and promptly got another erection).  It was still uncomfortable, but she got them on with a minimum of aggravation.  She praised her lucky stars that she could put on her pants without bending too, and then tenderly got to her knees.  They were also sore and shaky, and her inner thighs burned from the knee to crotch.  Brandon, already done getting dressed, tried to help her stand as cubs began gathering about the shed, blissfully unaware of the total lack of shame the bushes concealed from them.
\t“Does it always feel like this?”  Lenore asked, going back down to her knees.  Brandon hunched around the bush to where they entered their little sanctuary, answering when he came back around a moment later
\t“What, you mean how good if feels?”  
\t“No, how much I hurt now.”
\t“Only the first few times.  It’s best if you take it easy until you get used to doing it.”  Lenore sighed with relief.  The want of sex would always win out, she already realized this.  Even the mess between her legs was enjoyable to some extent.  But the idea it would leave her so sore was not a thought that filled her with joy.
\t“Can we to go yet?”
\t“Yeh, we gotta go quick!”
\t“I’m not sure I can get up.”
\t“You hafta, or we’ll be missed.  We’ll go straight to the nurses.  You can lean on me, I’ll help.”
\tLenore took his hand and rose unsteadily to her paws, and leaned on his shoulder.  She kissed his cheek in gratitude.  Together, they moved to the edge of the bushes.  Cubs swarmed all around.  They all appeared so different, so silly to her with their balls and dolls(didn’t they know there were better things to be doing?).  Fox stood between them and the crowd, blocking their exit from the view of the other cubs and the teacher.  
\t“I should invite you over to meet my brother and sister if you like it so much,” Brandon said as he helped her towards the teacher for a pass to the nurses office.  It’s even more fun with more people!”
\t“That sounds great!  I’ll talk to mom about coming over Saturday.  Renard is coming over again, and I want to be around to show him what I learned on Sunday!”
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Epilogue

Six years later:

\tLenore lamented the lack of recess in the sixth grade.  No more slides to hide under, no bushes to conceal her, no little nooks or crannies in playscapes and jungle gyms for her and her boyfriends to hide and fornicate in, far and hidden from the prying eyes of prudish, joy-killing adults.  The variety of safe places was a plus, and there was just something about doing it outside that got her blood singing and her pussy quivering that musty stairwells, musky bathrooms, dingy closets and moldy empty classrooms did not.  But, she thought to herself as she walked down the hall, hips swaying hypnotically in an ultra short skirt that she fought her mother in hand to hand combat to wear(she lost to a slap, then smuggled it out in her backpack and changed on the bus to horny stares and a few gropes), with a forty minute study period four days of the week and two on Tuesday, it was almost as good.  She itched for a good time, and more than one boy fell in line from study hall or other classes, hoping to get in on it.  
\tThe teachers were fewer and less omnipresent here(she thanked Aphrodite for small favors) and were wholly unaware of her sexual habits, even if the students were all the same and very cognizant of them.  It made slipping into the boy’s room very easy; the small group of boys obscured Lenore as she pushed open the door, and entered like a queen to her throne room.  The door hadn’t even banged shut behind her before her panties were around her ankles, and her dress tossed like a rag to the floor.  She bent over the very first sink.  The smell of piss and urinal cakes singed her nose, but it was a minor inconvenience; it would smell like cum and pussy juice soon, a vast improvement in her opinion.  She spread her legs, wagge her tail, and peered over her shoulder at the dozen or so boys who had followed and entered behind her, hoping for a chance to get their rocks off in her warm and accommodating folds.  There were a couple of new faces today.  
\t“Who’s first?”  Lenore demanded, looking back into the mirror.  The view of the boys was better in it anyways.  It angled down, and let her see that some of them had discarded their pants and underwear, or at least pulled their little cocks out through their clothes.  Even those who hadn’t done either were stiff and rubbing themselves beneath their jeans.  It was a beautiful forest of cocks and pert or bouncy testicles.  In the top corner of the mirror, two boys were having a sword fight, and she smirked.
\tThe regular boys knew better than to fight over her, and they made the new boys aware too as they jockeyed for position.  She’d set them straight if they did(by which she’d pick one of the squabbling boys, knock him to the ground, squat on his cock, and ride him while giving blowjobs until his balls were empty and he was too soft to continue).  It was less fun for them, but Lenore would enjoy herself just the same.  A few tears didn’t make a big difference to her, even if she’d rather avoid it coming to that.
\tDicks shuffled and jousted in and out of view, shifting around, bobbing and coming close, then making way for another; it was almost frustrating enough to demand someone make a move already.  One boy finally came forward out of the group and without any foreplay, slid his cock into her presented pussy.  He grunted and whispered something under his breath.  The boy’s motions were weak, ineffectual, but not entirely inexperienced.  He was larger than he appeared at first glance(she could tell by feel alone he was one of the new boys).  Her motions might have been considered mechanical, but they were anything but cold and unfeeling.  Every grind, push, and subtle change in stance was a learned and targeted behavior to enhance the experience for herself and the penis.  She wrapped her tail around him and ground back into his hips extra hard to make up for his lack of ability, pulling more than adequate pleasure from his early-blooming prick.  
\tThe door to the bathroom opened, but there was no immediate yelling from a teacher, so she paid it and the entrant no attention.  All her concentration was bent on getting this cock to spill seed in her so she could get to her next orgasm, and the next boy.  She counted on her fingers as they humped how many boys and how many orgasms she had averaged a study period her first week(oh, she was no slouch, the smart cookie, just a total slut).  Nine boys, eleven orgasms she concluded.  This week she wanted to make it to eleven and fourteen if she could.  The boy grunted again and squirted cum deep inside her; her belly seized and she abandoned herself to the exquisite orgasmic release.  Even six years later, each cum made her go weak in the knees, even if only for an instant.  Lenore rested her head against the faucet and luxuriated, moaning like a whore as the boy pulled out and a little bit of his semen dripped onto the floor between her paws.  The cool air on her cunny made her shiver and she made an effort not to play with the seed he’d given her.  It would still be there when she got home, and she could play with it then.  What wouldn’t be waiting for her at home would be another dick.  
\t“Who’s next?  Don’t keep me waiting.”  She flagged her tail giving all the boys an eyeful, hoping that she would get to feel that boys cock again soon; once she’d trained him a bit, he would be one of the better lays.  The next boy grabbed her tail roughly at the base and jammed himself in and thrust hard, and immediately busted his nut.    
\t“That was pathetic.  I barely felt that.”  Lenore complained, shoving the still cumming boy backwards with her hips and not even looking.  A hot squirt of semen splashed her messy cunt as he left her folds and stumbled backwards into the jeering boys.  The hot mess sent a pleasant shiver up her spine.  “And don’t grab my tail like that again or you’ll be sorry.”
\tThe boy in question had the decency to whimper apologetically, tail between his legs as a last weak and dejected squirt of semen splattered on the floor between them.  Lenore glanced at her wristwatch: six minutes down, thirty-four to go.  A pair of hands wrapped around her belly and pulled her against a new mate.  She recognized who it was by the confidence and the shape of his cock, and the familiar muzzle over her shoulder confirmed; Brandon must have entered when she wasn’t paying attention.  More expertly then either of the other boys, he thrust his cock through her cum-slicked snatch and went full speed from the get-go.  
\t“Mm, sloppy seconds!  My favorite!”
\t“Thirds, actually.”
\t“Even better!”
\tHer heart beat faster even though she’d receive fewer boys that day with Brandon and his ungodly stamina participating.  But she would cum many more times.  His was the most talented cock in any grade, and no one could push her buttons better than he did.  



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