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If you or any of your friends have a student x teacher fantasy, this one will surely tickle their pickle.\n\nAs always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment.\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58698239/\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Kohl is in a situation. His college overlooked one of his courses and he isn't able to graduate! What course is it? MTH 335, Beginning Calculus. Lovely, his favorite subject... Luckily he has the best teacher in the world to help get him through it over the summer semester, Mrs. Honey. This badger is deadset on getting him through this and done with his college career, and Kohl thinks she is foine! Her curvature is too much for him to calculate. Perhaps she's interested in more than just numbers though? As the classes continue, it seems that her primary function has become pushing the limits of their student/teacher relationship and starts teaching him a derivative of multiplication instead. Will he solve for her unknowns or will this passion remain indefinite?

Calculus puns aside, this is a Monthly Writing challenge prize for Adificanis in our discord server. This one was a blast to write, and I got SUPER into it. I hate math, but I learned a few things along the way. If you or any of your friends have a student x teacher fantasy, this one will surely tickle their pickle.

As always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment.

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58698239/
", "writing": "[center]Carnal Calculus[/center]\n\n“What do you mean I’m not done with classes?!” Kohl shouted to the registrar in shock. The goat behind the registrar’s desk readjusted her glasses and glared at him. “Sorry!” The fox brushed his bristling black fur back down. “It’s just that my advisor told me that once I finished my practicum, I would be done, and we always do that last and on its own. You know, since it’s so many credits.” His blue eyes couldn’t look the goat in the eye. He was so nervous that he was practically falling out of his seat. “And it was all unpaid, and the pharmacy told me that they want me back because I did a good job, and I’m excited to get into it. Finally start making money, since it was unpaid.”\n\n“I understand completely,” she paused to check her computer again, “Kohl. But there was an oversight on our part—either us or your advisor. There is one class left, and luckily for you, it’s only a 300 course but also a required one.” She started typing, the various windows flashing in her narrow-brimmed glasses. “It’s a wonder we even let you take that practicum in the first place without this credit.”\n\n“Which one is it?” He was afraid to ask. Kohl could have sworn that he had taken everything, even all the stupid elective courses. Wasn’t he well-rounded enough?\n\n“Introductory Calculus, MTH 335 is the course code.”\n\n“FUCK!”\n\n“Excuse me, young man?” She stopped typing completely and glared at him once more.\n\n“Sorry…” he apologized again, meekly. “Do I really have to? I already took the practicum and passed with flying colors. You can even ask Dr. Richards at the pharmacy downtown. They want to offer me a-“\n\n“As far as the college is concerned, your degree isn’t completed. You will not get a job as a Pharmacy Tech without one. I’ve taken the liberty of signing you up over the summer. It’ll be accelerated, but you can get in and out faster.” Kohl had a sour look on his face. “Don’t worry, young man. Mrs. Honey is an excellent professor. She could even teach me.”\n\n\n\n\nSummer semester. Kohl stood outside of the Gen Ed building. He was not looking forward to this. Luckily, the pharmacy was more than understanding, given the situation. They couldn’t allow him to work as an unlicensed technician, but they would wait for him to finish this “egregious oversight,” as Dr. Richards said. How he longed to be working and earning money to pay off his student loan debt, to which he just added $1,000. He swiped his ID at the entrance and went to room 417. The place was so empty when compared to the active year. He had heard that summer courses could be harder, but some were also easier. However, those were always online and usually the throwaway credits for cultural electives.\n\nKohl got to class 10 minutes early. The room was completely empty, aside from a professor behind a small wooden desk along the wall. The badger was fiddling with her phone, filling the room with quiet rhythmic *boops* as she dragged her finger along the bottom half of the screen. “I just need one more word.” As usual, Kohl sat down at the farthest desk against the back wall. The chair hit the back wall as he sat down, alerting the professor to his presence. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She closed her phone and stood up. I get so absorbed in that silly game that I lose track of time.” Kohl could see much of her from behind the desk, but now that she was standing and out from behind the desk, he could barely keep his jaw from dropping. The pleated skirt that Mrs. Honey wore fell to her knees, bulging around the waist and hips. Her blazer was on the verge of exploding, buttons tailored for a better fit, and her monstrous breasts were giving them a run for their money. Flowing white hair fell over her shoulders. Her dark, black eyes looked friendly and polite. There was no way around it. Mrs. Honey was a total MILF.\n\n“No, you’re fine.” Kohl shook his head, snapping back to reality. “Is there anyone else?”\n\n“No. It’s just you and me, Kohl. That is, I’m assuming you’re Kohl Canis.” She pulled a paper from her desk. “That’s what it says on the roster.”\n\n“Yes, Mrs. Honey.”\n\n“Well, you’re clearly present.” She scribbled on the sheet and lazily threw it to her desk. “Let’s get to work. I hear you need this to graduate.” Kohl looked surprised. “Your advisor told me all about this situation. I set aside a time for you so we can focus one on one.”\n\n“Oh.” Kohl didn’t know what to say.\n\n“How about you come closer so I can see you?” She tapped a desk a foot away, her breasts jiggling as she did so. Kohl silently stood up and gathered his things. “Let’s get working, shall we?” He bumped into the desks, staring at her breasts. She smiled warmly, watching him fumble through the rows of desks. He set his things on the desk beside him. “Now, let’s get started with a recap of some simple things.” She turned around and wrote some formulas on the whiteboard. “You’re in pharmacy, so I researched some common formulas we can use. We’ll work our way up to gauge where you’re at.” Kohl pulled out a notebook and his lucky mechanical pencil. “Let’s start here.” She pointed to the first problem she wrote. “How many tablets must be prescribed to a patient who needs 4 tablets of drug twice daily for 6/7?”\n\n“Pfft, easy.” Kohl had his answer written within seconds; he didn’t even need calculus for this one. “48 tablets.”\n\nWithout responding with whether he was correct or not, she asked the next question. “A patient enters your pharmacy asking for cough medicine. His clinician prescribed him 15mL of medicine to be taken four times daily for 7 days. What number of doses is needed and what minimum volume of cough medicine needs to be dispensed?.” Another easy one.\n\n“420 ml.” \n\nThe problems kept getting more and more complex. Mrs. Honey grinned. “A patient has been prescribed 9mg of drug X to be taken twice-daily for 5/7. She is also prescribed 7mg once-daily (of the same drug) for the remaining 2/7. Drug X is only available in 2mg and 5mg tablets. How many tablets of each strength should be prescribed to the patient?”\n\n“uhh….” He did more scribbling. This was harder without a pharmacy computer to calculate everything for you. “18mg the first 5 days, 14mg the last 2, totaling 104 mg.”\n\nThe other questions were just as difficult. That is until the last one. “Formulation X contains 9.25mg of vitamin A (as retinyl acetate) and 400 IU of ergocalciferol. Formulation Y contains 2,240 IU of vitamin A and 10 micrograms of vitamin D. Which formulation contains the greatest vitamin concentration?”\n\n“Shit…”\n\n“Don’t know this one?” Kohl shook his head. “Let me get my cheat sheet for this one. Medical terminology is not my strong suit.” She pulled a page from a pocket of her blazer and explained it. “See, 1 IU equals .344 micrograms. Covert the vitamin a to micrograms, then divide that by .344.” Kohl resembled a deer in the headlights. “Seems I know where we’re starting.”\n\n\n\n\nThat night, while he was going through the assigned questions in the book, he kept stopping. Images of Mrs. Honey floated through his head. “God,” he thought aloud, “she was beautiful.” He knew exactly what it was, too. Since middle school, he had developed a taste for older women, and Mrs. Honey fit that bill. If only there weren’t a Mr. Honey in the picture. He was halfway through all the problems for the day. He deserved a break. Pushing himself away from his desk and flopping onto the bed, he promptly pulled his pants off.\n\n“I shouldn’t be doing this.” His red rocket sprung to life, knot completely unsheathed. His paw pads stroked his member, images of Mrs. Honey drifting in and out. Imaginings of her slowly removing her blazer, wearing what he desired her to be wearing. A tight, red babydoll, her breasts barely spilling from the material. A matching red thong was hiding underneath that skirt, her ass too meaty and soft for the thing to be visible. Kohl imagined diving into her love, embracing her, shoving his snout betwixt her breasts, and taking in the musk. He placed his hands on her breasts, feeling their heft, giving the cups of the babydoll some much-needed rest.\n\nAs Kohl imagined all of these lascivious things of Mrs. Honey, he stroked his throbbing dick. The heat from it was comparable to an iMac. The musk emanating from his groin filled the room, piercing his nose with the familiar scent. He knew it well. “Fuck…. Mrs. Honey…” He stroked faster, his dick pulsing with the promise of climax. His panting grew lighter and faster. “HaaaHAaaaaAAaaAAaaaaa.” Cum spewed from his dick, covering his pelvis in ropes of thick, cream-colored cum. The images of Mrs. Honey faded the more jizz left him, the hot goo sticking to his fur. “Darn it, now I need to shower.”\n\n\n\n\n“How was the homework, Kohl?” Mrs. Honey asked as he entered the room. The summer heat was starting to ramp up. His walk here made him sweat, causing sweat to soak into his back. Mrs. Honey was no different; even she was dressing lighter: a short denim skirt revealing everything but the undercarriage and a business casual polo.\n\n“The homework was fine; I just wish I didn’t have to walk in this heat.” He came in and sat at his usual desk. \n\n“I’d take you home, sweetie, but I’m bound the other way.” She let out a short breath. “You are right; it’s getting very toasty.” Kohl sat down and looked at Mrs. Honey as she turned around. Her little tail was soaked to the bone. That wasn’t the reason he was eyeing her, though. Sweat covered her back, soaking into her shirt even more than his. He could see her bra, rather, the lack thereof. Kohl was dead silent. Whoa, a college professor dressing this lax. She turned around after writing a few example problems for the next lesson on the board. Sweat even ailed her breasts, dark spots resting underneath their curvature. His dick shot up, his shorts yielding to the force behind his needy dick. \n\n“No, that’s fine.” He casually placed his hands over his dick, hoping she didn’t notice. \n\n“Let’s get started on the functions practice. I have a few on the board here.” She pointed to the first. “Let's go through this one together.”\n\n[center]f(x)=3−5x−2x2.[/center]\n(a) f (4)\n(b) f (0)\n(c) f(-3)\n(d) f(6 – t)\n(e) f(7 – 4x)\n(f) f (x + h)\n\nIt was too early in the morning for this. Kohl’s brain shut down. Any math related to pharmacy he could do, but vague math like this, he struggled with. Mrs. Honey could tell as well. “This is a simple substitution. We swap every x,” she pointed to (a), “with 4 first.” Kohl gasped with that crucial ‘aha’ moment, scribbling quickly; he reached the answer, -49. “Excellent, Kohl. How about the other five?” It took him no time at all to do the rest now that someone explained it to him in simple English. \n\nIt would have taken him even less time if he hadn’t taken a few seconds to take a peek at Mrs. Honey’s breasts. Not only them but her legs. Oh, her legs. Those thighs so deliciously plump. He wanted her to stick his head between them and squeeze. And that skirt was stretched too wide. Her ass was enormous, but not in an unhealthy way. He craved to sink his hands into her supple ass flesh, feeling the give that those soft cheeks had. Every step she took, every slight movement she made, her ass would jiggle. Kohl wondered what it smelled like. Did she stay clean, or did Mr. Honey prefer a musky ass? \n\nThe entire lesson that day continued this way. He would have finished his lesson sooner if he hadn’t been sneaking peeks. The room was so hot, too. Mrs. Honey got up from her desk while he was working independently to open the window only to find it locked and wouldn’t even move. He watched as she got wetter and wetter with sweat, her nipples now visible. Even her nipples were massive. The outline of her areolas was visible through her shirt. The willpower required not just to stand up, rip off his shorts, and tell her that he wanted to plow her was immense. \n\n“Kohl.” Mrs. Honey sounded very serious. He shot his head up. “Should we continue in two days? It’s getting so hot.” \n\n“Yeah, we should.” He didn’t notice, but his entire shirt was soaked, his nipples completely visible. \n\n“I admire your drive, young man, but I don’t want you getting dehydrated.” She nearly began panting, her breasts shaking and jiggling. He could see her cleavage and everything through her shirt now. “If you have any questions, you can email me, and we’ll hop on a Zoom call.” She stood up and grabbed her things. “Oh, and Kohl?” \n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“I hope your lady friend gets as much attention as I did today.” Mrs. Honey walked out the door, knowing full well what she had said. She knew that Kohl was staring at her. Did she know he had a boner all of class?\n\nKohl’s face felt hot, hotter than it already was. “Shit.”\n\n\n\n\nKohl behaved himself for the next few weeks. That helped immensely. Math was always Kohl’s weak point, but the one-on-one time with Mrs. Honey was probably what was helping the most. She was very patient with him, even offering to stay late some days. The best part, though, was Mrs. Honey herself. Seeing her every other day was the best part of the lessons. She was so beautiful. No, sexy. Mrs. Honey was sexy, and Kohl couldn’t deny it. He wasn’t sure how old she was, past her 40s probably, but he didn’t care. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He had crushes on teachers throughout his schooling career, but this was more than a mere crush. Mrs. Honey made him feel things. Even if he was trying his best to behave himself, he still had to hide erections in class and keep himself in check, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about her at home, fantasizing about her, jerking off to her was even more amazing! This wasn’t normal, and Kohl knew it. He had homework to finish… maybe after a quick fap…\n\n\n\n\nAbout a month into classes, he checked his email before leaving. It was a scorcher that week, and Mrs. Honey said to dress comfortably. Not like this would have stopped him from wearing a loose T-shirt and basketball shorts or anything, but the fact that a professor was condoning it was kinda nice. When he entered class, however, he figured out why she sent it. Playing Wordscapes at her desk again sat Mrs. Honey. Today, though, she was dressed nearly as cool as Kohl was. A tight pair of green yoga shorts and a pink blouse with white flowers embroidered on the front. “Hello, Kohl. How was the homework?”\n\nHe couldn’t stop staring at her. That shirt was too revealing; she must have known that. Her nipples were showing! Wouldn’t that mean she didn’t have a bra on? Kohl’s mind was racing. “It wasn’t the breast, best! Wasn’t the best.” He cursed himself for sounding like an idiot.\n\n“Oh, what about it?” She stood up, putting her phone away. Her breasts jiggled more than ever. It was evident what was underneath that skirt now. Mrs. Honey was packing a dump truck under that thing. Her thighs were the caliber you’d find on porn sites. Her face was the only thing that betrayed her thicc body, showing no sign of fat or plumpness. Mrs. Honey grinned at him, staring at the tent in his shorts. “Kohl?”\n\n“Oh, sorry.” He sat down and pulled out the homework, unaware of his predicament. “I didn’t fully understand how to use the formula.”\n\n“Let’s take a look, then.” She pulled a desk up to his so they faced each other. The blouse left a lot of her cleavage on display, and she had a lot to show, thanks to the sagginess of old age. They sat on the desk like bags of sand, nipples pointing at him. Kohl pointed to the problems he knew he didn’t understand, trying his best not to look at her gifted endowments. “I see the problem, sweetie.” She said in the sweet voice she used to ensure her lesson came across. “Your problem isn’t even calculus. You’re fumbling on integrating algebra concepts into the calculus concepts.” She pulled a pen from in between her breasts and pointed to a few numbers on the page. “You had the right idea to cross multiply, but you did it too early.” Kohl tried to focus, but all he could think about was how much he wanted to be that pen. \n\n“Darn it. Just when I thought I had it.”\n\nMrs. Honey placed a hand on his. “You’re good at multiplying, sweetie, but you do it too soon.” She looked into his eyes. “You need to focus on when. PEMDAS even applies in Calculus.” Her eyes told another story. She may have been giving solid math advice, but he was detecting something else here. \n\n“Mrs. Honey…”\n\n“Please, call me Carol.”\n\n“Uhm…”\n\n“Why don’t we backtrack a bit?” She stood up, dragging her breasts along the desk. Moving to the board, she grabbed a marker and began writing an equation.\n\n[center]f (x)UP\n(a) (12r + l)[/center]\n“Solve for this equation while I run to the bathroom real fast.” Kohl looked at it as she left the room with her bag. \n\n“What the hell is this? There are too many unknowns!” What is l supposed to be? Ok. It’s function, but what is UP? Is that something in pharmacy I don’t remember?\n\n“Did you solve it?” Mrs. Honey returned, opening the door ever so slightly, allowing her voice to pour into the room. She was still behind the door. \n\n“No.” Kohl was thoroughly flustered. “I have no idea.”\n\n“Well, how about this for a hint?” She opened the door and entered the room. Kohl nearly fell out of his seat. Her blouse and yoga shorts were gone. In its place was a red babydoll and thong. Behind her back, she held a bouquet of twelve roses. “12r,” she wiggled the roses, “ plus l,” she snapped the shoulder straps on her babydoll. ”What is UP?” Kohl’s erection nearly ripped his zipper from his jeans, and Mrs. Honey no longer played coy about noticing. “It’s something your little friend can give me.” She locked the door behind her and stepped closer to Kohl. Her breasts gently bounced with each step, her thighs following suit. She was just as beautiful as he had imagined. She now stood in front of his, her breasts at head height. She placed the roses on a desk adjacent to her. “Your ultimate pleasure.”\n\n“Mrs. Honey, we,” Kohl was at a loss for words, “we shouldn’t be doing this. I’m 25, you’re in your 40s. I hardly know you…” If either of his heads were honest it was the lower one. It knew what it wanted.\n\n“My husband is alright with this.” She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him in, his nose taking in the smell of her sweat. “He’s infertile, Kohl, and I don’t want just anyone’s seed in me. I know how hard you’ve been trying.” She rubbed his head. “And I also know you don’t have anyone special in your life.” Kohl’s ears twitched at this. How could she have known? “I’ve never been good at flirting.” Pulling his head up to have her. “You can’t spell Calculus without ‘us,’ Kohl. She grasped his bulge, feeling how badly he wanted her.\n\n“You are bad at this.” He chuckled. “But I’m no better.” Kohl stood and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. “Let me give that sweet ellipse a kiss.” Daring to make the next move, he placed his lips firmly on hers. They were softer than he expected. As he did, he sunk his hands into her asscheeks. They were as soft as he had hoped them to be all those weeks ago. Mrs. Honey wrapped her arms around Kohl’s neck, plunging her tongue into his mouth. She tasted like coffee. Time slowed as they shared their intimate moment. The experienced, older one lets the younger one take the lead.\n\n“You know,” Mrs. Honey pulled her tongue from Kohl's mouth, “usually the one with experience is leading.”\n\n“What makes you think I have no experience?” Kohl asked, trying to mask the fact that he was a virgin.\n\n“Oh, please. A lady can tell.” Kohl blushed. “But I’ll make a man of you yet.” She yanked off his shorts, revealing his tight boxers. The slim cut of material was no match for her claws. She hooked the lower cuff and sliced upwards, revealing her prize. Kohl’s dick was fully unsheathed. A full seven inches of knotted canine dick, all for her. “I see you have a thing for your teachers.” Kohl sputtered, his one math pun made irrelevant in the face of his embarrassment. “Let me show you how it’s done. I can teach more than just arithmetic.” She wrapped her right hand around his dick, feeling the heat radiating from it. It throbbed as she lightly squeezed it, eliciting a moan from Kohl. “You like that?” He moaned in response. “Good answer.” She got on her knees. His dick was at the perfect height. His musk filled her nostrils and stayed there. “The smell of a strong young man. Now,” she looked up at Kohl, “Use me as you wish. I want your litter, Kohl. Fill me with your seed.”\n\nKohl’s hands shook with nerves. No way this was happening. Mrs. Honey was kneeling at his feet, inches away from his dick. Nervously, he grabbed her head, shoving her against her dick. Her face up against his dick, she took deep whiffs of his musk. Her eyes begged for more. “Anything?” She nodded. The excitement began to fill his eyes. He could fulfill all those fantasies he had. “Are you absolutely sure?”\n\n“Kohl,” Mrs. Honey chided, “when a woman says to use her as you wish, she means to use her as you wish. Bend me over a disk and shove your member into my vagina until I’m inflated. Grasp my head and use me as a fleshlight. Take me home with you and continue the fun; I mean anything. I can endure any of your kinks, I’m sure. You have no idea how wild Mr. Honey can get.” She winked. \n\n“Alright,” he gulped, “Carol.” He did just as she suggested. Kohl grasped her head on both sides and gripped tightly. She opened her mouth and pulled in his dick with her tongue. Her mouth was so warm and wet. He nearly came immediately but clenched to hold back. “Holy shit, Carol, you’re mouth feels so good.” She giggled with her mouthful of dick. “Slowly, he began thrusting his hips back and forth, his knot hitting her nose. Carol coiled her tongue around his dick for added pleasure. It was nearly too much. Her tongue work was immaculate. Kohl didn’t hold back his moans, speeding up as he got closer to climax. He didn’t last long despite his best efforts to hold it all in. “I’m cumming, Carol!” His hot seed shot into her mouth, coating her maw with spooge. She picked the tip of his dick once the flow stopped, savoring all he could possibly give. \n\n“Virgin cum.” Carol said when Kohl released his grip. “You’re so salty, Kohl. Have some.” She thrust herself upon him and kissed him. Her tongue coiled around his, her spit and his cum flowing into his throat. The saltiness hit him like a ton of bricks. His eyes were wide, purely in shock of his first taste of cum, and his own no less. She pulled away, giggling. “Now, you see what women taste when you fuck them. But don’t worry. I love it.” Kohl didn’t know how to feel about this new knowledge. “As tasty as that was, Kohl, Mommy wants your seed.” Mommy? Kohl nearly fell over. Carol bent over and began removing her thong, seemingly like magic, as her thicc thighs hid it so well as if it wasn’t even there. “Are you gonna give Mommy what she wants?” It dangled from one claw, hanging so low it had to stretch over her thicc body. Kohl was so shocked that he was frozen. There was her pussy, unprotected and on display. It looked nothing like the cookies or pristine pussies he saw in porn. It was well-used and stretched. Mr. Honey sure did a number on her. “Seems I have to give you a little push.” She turned around and bent herself over a desk. Her pussy was right in front of him. Even her ass was stretched out! “Have at me, Kohl.”\n\nKohl ripped his sweaty shirt off and dove in. Falling to his knees, he grasped her asscheeks, feeling them up. He immediately shoved his face betwixt them, her feminine smells pounding his senses. The plushness of her asscheeks enveloped him. Moisture dripped onto his muzzle, and he breathed deeply. The folds of her pussy were dripping with anticipation of sexual pleasure. Instinctually, he jutted out his tongue and dragged his tongue along it. Strong flavors slapped his senses; his pupils dilated, craving more. Frantically, he lapped at it, taking in as much of the feminine juices as he pleased. Carol moaned lustily, egging him on, but it was genuine. Not even Mr. Honey was this wild. “My god, Kohl, AAH, you’re so wild with me. More, please.” With her front pressed against the desk, she wiggled her ass, caressing his muzzle with her cheeks. She awkwardly reached for the straps of her lingerie and pulled them off but was interrupted from further removing it. “OOH!” Kohl dove his tongue deep into her pussy, tasting the flavors deep within her. “Kohl, you dog.” He tasted her and tasted her. The flavor of an older woman has always been his dream, and he could finally fulfill it. It was bitter but had a deep, rich flavor, slightly grassy. \n\nKohl grasped Carol’s sides and flipped her over with a little help from her. There she was. Her eyes glistened in the fluorescent lights of the classroom. Her babydoll was bunching up on her torso from being flipped over, massive, sagging breasts exposed. Carol’s nipples were perky and hard, begging for attention. Kohl stood and grabbed her breasts, feeling the give, the heft, the supple sacks of fat that they were. “You’re mine now, Carol,” Kohl said commandingly. Your body is mine to toy with and use as I please. Fem juices dripped from his snout, permeating his nose, only driving him deeper into lust. His dick was ready for action again, noticeably throbbing and knot bulging. He shot for her right breast, latching onto it and sucking. Carol screamed with the sudden stimulus, Kohl’s tongue lapping it and sucking simultaneously while he pinched and toyed with the other. She shot her legs outward and wrapped them around his body, trapping him there. He wasn’t going anywhere until she was satisfied. Her soft, thicc legs felt amazing against his fit body and only drove him deeper into his lust.\n\n“Oh my god, KOHL!” She shouted with abandon. Kohl only pressed his attack on her body, sucking harder on her right nipple while pinching harder and pulling further on her other. Carol didn’t hold her moans back, allowing herself to sink further into her depravity. Sexual intercourse with a student was grounds for termination, but she didn’t care anymore. She needed Kohl inside of her. She wanted his litter, no, needed it. “Fuck me proper, Kohl. Shove your penis inside of me and abuse me!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. Kohl complied, wrenching himself away from her tits. \n\nHis dick was ready, and her pussy was dripping, leaving a stain on the carpet. His carnal desires were in control now. He placed his hands on her soft hips, preparing himself for penetration. He wasn’t going to cum right away this time, and if he did, he would keep going until he came again and again until he was so sore he couldn’t continue. He grabbed his shaft, aligning it with her dripping, gaping pussy. Hyping himself up under his breath, he told himself. “Here goes. You got this.” He knew enough not to plunge in right away, but she was an experienced lover, and he had loosened her up very well. Perhaps he’d try? No, he’d do this the right way - still, be a gentleman. Slowly, he inserted his dick. Nearly falling over from the sensation of a hot, moist hole wrapping around his member. It was nearly too much. He expected it to be tighter, but then again, he didn’t really know what to expect. His first time was with a college professor! In a classroom!\n\n“OOoooOOOOH.” Carol’s voice wavered as Kohl slid his dick inside. She could feel the heat contrasting with her own body temperature. He wouldn’t be able to go all the way in, thanks to her supple ass flesh, but seven inches was a sizeable length. “Fuuuuuck, Kohl!” He was inside to the front of his knot now. He could have gone in all the way, thrusting with only a little extra force to knot her, but he knew better. “Give me a minute.”\n\n“No.” Carol wrenched her head upwards to look at him. Kohl was grinning, his wide, crazed eyes filled with excitement and lust. “You’re my toy. Toys don’t get to make requests.” He took a deep breath through his nose and started thrusting wildly. She screamed. Now he was getting the idea! This is the kind of thing she wanted. Everything on her body was shaking. Her breasts, thighs, and hips were all jiggling and swaying with the motion of Kohl’s dick pounding her ass. “Carol, fuck!” Her pussy was so moist he nearly came. Sweat dripped from his fur. The heat from her legs on his back only made him even hotter. What a workout.\n\n“Harder, Kohl! Abuse me! Spank my naughty ass!” With a shaky and unsteady gait, he took his hand away from her hip and reeled back, landing smack in the middle of her ass. The slap echoed around the room. “HARDER!” He reeled back farther and spanked her again; his hand stung, the noise sounding painful. “Again!” Kohl could hardly focus on thrusting. He would thrust a few times, then spank her. Before he knew it, he was on the verge of cumming. “Carol, I’m gonna cum.”\n\n“Knot me!” A few strong thrusts, and he took the plunge. One final thrust and his knot dove past her lips and into her pussy, making itself at home. It expanded slightly as he reached climax. Carol screamed as she felt it stretch her out. Kohl’s cum shot into her body, filling her. Kohl had a pleasured expression on his face. Feeling the new tightness of her pussy around his dick, he forced as much of his cum out of his body as he possibly could. It was taking more out of him than he expected. He couldn’t keep up with his promise to himself at this rate. “KOOOOOOOOOOOHL!” Her breath shuddered, feeling it all happen at once. Everything was so hot. \n\nThe two sat there, knowing full well it would be a bit. They took deep, long breaths. It was Carol who first broke the silence. “You are good at multiplying.” \n\nKohl snorted and laughed. “Is that really what you have to say?” \n\n“Yes. She sat up, nearly slipping on the desk thanks to the sweat pooling. She was stuck until Kohl deflated. Why don’t you come with me tonight? We can continue our lessons. It's a private tutoring session.”\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n“You still OK, honey?” Art asked Carol. Mr. Honey had his dick deep into her mouth and thrusting like there was no tomorrow. His abs glistened as he thrust into his wife. Unable to really speak, she gave a muffled response confirming that she was. Kohl had his dick in her ass, also giving her full service. The two had to be careful nowadays. Carol’s bulging belly was giving her lots of aches and cramps anymore, so they were constantly on watch. \n\n“She knows what to do, Art,” Kohl said as he continued thrusting. The two enjoyed spit-roasting her, and she enjoyed being spit-roasted. The two looked each other in the eye, giving each other their signal. \n\n“We’re cumming!” They shouted in unison. Carol tightened up, awaiting her fresh batches of cum from both ends. Kohl shoved his rod deep into her ass, knotting her, while Art pulled her face up to his groin, giving his cum a direct shot to her stomach. Cum filled her from both ends, her ass getting creampied while Art’s thick load went into her stomach directly. Moans and grunts filled the room, then panting. Art pulled out of her mouth while Kohl was stuck until his knot deflated.\n\n“You two sure know how to please a girl,” Carol said between pants. \n\n“Well, I had good teachers,” Kohl said, spanking Carol’s jiggly ass, the resounding spank piercing their ears.\n\n“Sure as hell did.” Art got off the bed and walked over to Kohl to ruffle his hair/ “Knew we’d make a swinger out of you.”\n\n“And a father, thank you very much.” The kits in Carol’s womb came from him, and they knew it very well. “Nearly a month left now.”\n\n“And I can’t wait to be done!” Carol shouted. “These buggers are so heavy.”\n\n“I thought there were about six or eight?” Art asked.\n\n“Well, we have two wonderful Dads to help.” Kohl blushed.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Carnal Calculus


“What do you mean I’m not done with classes?!” Kohl shouted to the registrar in shock. The goat behind the registrar’s desk readjusted her glasses and glared at him. “Sorry!” The fox brushed his bristling black fur back down. “It’s just that my advisor told me that once I finished my practicum, I would be done, and we always do that last and on its own. You know, since it’s so many credits.” His blue eyes couldn’t look the goat in the eye. He was so nervous that he was practically falling out of his seat. “And it was all unpaid, and the pharmacy told me that they want me back because I did a good job, and I’m excited to get into it. Finally start making money, since it was unpaid.”

“I understand completely,” she paused to check her computer again, “Kohl. But there was an oversight on our part—either us or your advisor. There is one class left, and luckily for you, it’s only a 300 course but also a required one.” She started typing, the various windows flashing in her narrow-brimmed glasses. “It’s a wonder we even let you take that practicum in the first place without this credit.”

“Which one is it?” He was afraid to ask. Kohl could have sworn that he had taken everything, even all the stupid elective courses. Wasn’t he well-rounded enough?

“Introductory Calculus, MTH 335 is the course code.”

“FUCK!”

“Excuse me, young man?” She stopped typing completely and glared at him once more.

“Sorry…” he apologized again, meekly. “Do I really have to? I already took the practicum and passed with flying colors. You can even ask Dr. Richards at the pharmacy downtown. They want to offer me a-“

“As far as the college is concerned, your degree isn’t completed. You will not get a job as a Pharmacy Tech without one. I’ve taken the liberty of signing you up over the summer. It’ll be accelerated, but you can get in and out faster.” Kohl had a sour look on his face. “Don’t worry, young man. Mrs. Honey is an excellent professor. She could even teach me.”




Summer semester. Kohl stood outside of the Gen Ed building. He was not looking forward to this. Luckily, the pharmacy was more than understanding, given the situation. They couldn’t allow him to work as an unlicensed technician, but they would wait for him to finish this “egregious oversight,” as Dr. Richards said. How he longed to be working and earning money to pay off his student loan debt, to which he just added $1,000. He swiped his ID at the entrance and went to room 417. The place was so empty when compared to the active year. He had heard that summer courses could be harder, but some were also easier. However, those were always online and usually the throwaway credits for cultural electives.

Kohl got to class 10 minutes early. The room was completely empty, aside from a professor behind a small wooden desk along the wall. The badger was fiddling with her phone, filling the room with quiet rhythmic *boops* as she dragged her finger along the bottom half of the screen. “I just need one more word.” As usual, Kohl sat down at the farthest desk against the back wall. The chair hit the back wall as he sat down, alerting the professor to his presence. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She closed her phone and stood up. I get so absorbed in that silly game that I lose track of time.” Kohl could see much of her from behind the desk, but now that she was standing and out from behind the desk, he could barely keep his jaw from dropping. The pleated skirt that Mrs. Honey wore fell to her knees, bulging around the waist and hips. Her blazer was on the verge of exploding, buttons tailored for a better fit, and her monstrous breasts were giving them a run for their money. Flowing white hair fell over her shoulders. Her dark, black eyes looked friendly and polite. There was no way around it. Mrs. Honey was a total MILF.

“No, you’re fine.” Kohl shook his head, snapping back to reality. “Is there anyone else?”

“No. It’s just you and me, Kohl. That is, I’m assuming you’re Kohl Canis.” She pulled a paper from her desk. “That’s what it says on the roster.”

“Yes, Mrs. Honey.”

“Well, you’re clearly present.” She scribbled on the sheet and lazily threw it to her desk. “Let’s get to work. I hear you need this to graduate.” Kohl looked surprised. “Your advisor told me all about this situation. I set aside a time for you so we can focus one on one.”

“Oh.” Kohl didn’t know what to say.

“How about you come closer so I can see you?” She tapped a desk a foot away, her breasts jiggling as she did so. Kohl silently stood up and gathered his things. “Let’s get working, shall we?” He bumped into the desks, staring at her breasts. She smiled warmly, watching him fumble through the rows of desks. He set his things on the desk beside him. “Now, let’s get started with a recap of some simple things.” She turned around and wrote some formulas on the whiteboard. “You’re in pharmacy, so I researched some common formulas we can use. We’ll work our way up to gauge where you’re at.” Kohl pulled out a notebook and his lucky mechanical pencil. “Let’s start here.” She pointed to the first problem she wrote. “How many tablets must be prescribed to a patient who needs 4 tablets of drug twice daily for 6/7?”

“Pfft, easy.” Kohl had his answer written within seconds; he didn’t even need calculus for this one. “48 tablets.”

Without responding with whether he was correct or not, she asked the next question. “A patient enters your pharmacy asking for cough medicine. His clinician prescribed him 15mL of medicine to be taken four times daily for 7 days. What number of doses is needed and what minimum volume of cough medicine needs to be dispensed?.” Another easy one.

“420 ml.”

The problems kept getting more and more complex. Mrs. Honey grinned. “A patient has been prescribed 9mg of drug X to be taken twice-daily for 5/7. She is also prescribed 7mg once-daily (of the same drug) for the remaining 2/7. Drug X is only available in 2mg and 5mg tablets. How many tablets of each strength should be prescribed to the patient?”

“uhh….” He did more scribbling. This was harder without a pharmacy computer to calculate everything for you. “18mg the first 5 days, 14mg the last 2, totaling 104 mg.”

The other questions were just as difficult. That is until the last one. “Formulation X contains 9.25mg of vitamin A (as retinyl acetate) and 400 IU of ergocalciferol. Formulation Y contains 2,240 IU of vitamin A and 10 micrograms of vitamin D. Which formulation contains the greatest vitamin concentration?”

“Shit…”

“Don’t know this one?” Kohl shook his head. “Let me get my cheat sheet for this one. Medical terminology is not my strong suit.” She pulled a page from a pocket of her blazer and explained it. “See, 1 IU equals .344 micrograms. Covert the vitamin a to micrograms, then divide that by .344.” Kohl resembled a deer in the headlights. “Seems I know where we’re starting.”




That night, while he was going through the assigned questions in the book, he kept stopping. Images of Mrs. Honey floated through his head. “God,” he thought aloud, “she was beautiful.” He knew exactly what it was, too. Since middle school, he had developed a taste for older women, and Mrs. Honey fit that bill. If only there weren’t a Mr. Honey in the picture. He was halfway through all the problems for the day. He deserved a break. Pushing himself away from his desk and flopping onto the bed, he promptly pulled his pants off.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” His red rocket sprung to life, knot completely unsheathed. His paw pads stroked his member, images of Mrs. Honey drifting in and out. Imaginings of her slowly removing her blazer, wearing what he desired her to be wearing. A tight, red babydoll, her breasts barely spilling from the material. A matching red thong was hiding underneath that skirt, her ass too meaty and soft for the thing to be visible. Kohl imagined diving into her love, embracing her, shoving his snout betwixt her breasts, and taking in the musk.  He placed his hands on her breasts, feeling their heft, giving the cups of the babydoll some much-needed rest.

As Kohl imagined all of these lascivious things of Mrs. Honey, he stroked his throbbing dick. The heat from it was comparable to an iMac. The musk emanating from his groin filled the room, piercing his nose with the familiar scent. He knew it well. “Fuck…. Mrs. Honey…” He stroked faster, his dick pulsing with the promise of climax. His panting grew lighter and faster. “HaaaHAaaaaAAaaAAaaaaa.” Cum spewed from his dick, covering his pelvis in ropes of thick, cream-colored cum. The images of Mrs. Honey faded the more jizz left him, the hot goo sticking to his fur. “Darn it, now I need to shower.”




“How was the homework, Kohl?” Mrs. Honey asked as he entered the room. The summer heat was starting to ramp up. His walk here made him sweat, causing sweat to soak into his back. Mrs. Honey was no different; even she was dressing lighter: a short denim skirt revealing everything but the undercarriage and a business casual polo.

“The homework was fine; I just wish I didn’t have to walk in this heat.” He came in and sat at his usual desk.

“I’d take you home, sweetie, but I’m bound the other way.” She let out a short breath. “You are right; it’s getting very toasty.” Kohl sat down and looked at Mrs. Honey as she turned around. Her little tail was soaked to the bone. That wasn’t the reason he was eyeing her, though. Sweat covered her back, soaking into her shirt even more than his. He could see her bra, rather, the lack thereof. Kohl was dead silent. Whoa, a college professor dressing this lax. She turned around after writing a few example problems for the next lesson on the board. Sweat even ailed her breasts, dark spots resting underneath their curvature. His dick shot up, his shorts yielding to the force behind his needy dick.

“No, that’s fine.” He casually placed his hands over his dick, hoping she didn’t notice.

“Let’s get started on the functions practice. I have a few on the board here.” She pointed to the first. “Let's go through this one together.”

f(x)=3−5x−2x2.

(a) f (4)
(b) f (0)
(c) f(-3)
(d) f(6 – t)
(e) f(7 – 4x)
(f) f (x + h)

It was too early in the morning for this. Kohl’s brain shut down. Any math related to pharmacy he could do, but vague math like this, he struggled with. Mrs. Honey could tell as well. “This is a simple substitution. We swap every x,” she pointed to (a), “with 4 first.” Kohl gasped with that crucial ‘aha’ moment, scribbling quickly; he reached the answer, -49. “Excellent, Kohl. How about the other five?” It took him no time at all to do the rest now that someone explained it to him in simple English.

It would have taken him even less time if he hadn’t taken a few seconds to take a peek at Mrs. Honey’s breasts. Not only them but her legs. Oh, her legs. Those thighs so deliciously plump. He wanted her to stick his head between them and squeeze. And that skirt was stretched too wide. Her ass was enormous, but not in an unhealthy way. He craved to sink his hands into her supple ass flesh, feeling the give that those soft cheeks had. Every step she took, every slight movement she made, her ass would jiggle. Kohl wondered what it smelled like. Did she stay clean, or did Mr. Honey prefer a musky ass?

The entire lesson that day continued this way. He would have finished his lesson sooner if he hadn’t been sneaking peeks. The room was so hot, too. Mrs. Honey got up from her desk while he was working independently to open the window only to find it locked and wouldn’t even move. He watched as she got wetter and wetter with sweat, her nipples now visible. Even her nipples were massive. The outline of her areolas was visible through her shirt. The willpower required not just to stand up, rip off his shorts, and tell her that he wanted to plow her was immense.

“Kohl.” Mrs. Honey sounded very serious. He shot his head up. “Should we continue in two days? It’s getting so hot.”

“Yeah, we should.” He didn’t notice, but his entire shirt was soaked, his nipples completely visible.

“I admire your drive, young man, but I don’t want you getting dehydrated.” She nearly began panting, her breasts shaking and jiggling. He could see her cleavage and everything through her shirt now. “If you have any questions, you can email me, and we’ll hop on a Zoom call.” She stood up and grabbed her things. “Oh, and Kohl?”

“Hmm?”

“I hope your lady friend gets as much attention as I did today.” Mrs. Honey walked out the door, knowing full well what she had said. She knew that Kohl was staring at her. Did she know he had a boner all of class?

Kohl’s face felt hot, hotter than it already was. “Shit.”




Kohl behaved himself for the next few weeks. That helped immensely. Math was always Kohl’s weak point, but the one-on-one time with Mrs. Honey was probably what was helping the most. She was very patient with him, even offering to stay late some days. The best part, though, was Mrs. Honey herself. Seeing her every other day was the best part of the lessons. She was so beautiful. No, sexy. Mrs. Honey was sexy, and Kohl couldn’t deny it. He wasn’t sure how old she was, past her 40s probably, but he didn’t care. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He had crushes on teachers throughout his schooling career, but this was more than a mere crush. Mrs. Honey made him feel things. Even if he was trying his best to behave himself, he still had to hide erections in class and keep himself in check, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about her at home, fantasizing about her, jerking off to her was even more amazing! This wasn’t normal, and Kohl knew it. He had homework to finish… maybe after a quick fap…




About a month into classes, he checked his email before leaving. It was a scorcher that week, and Mrs. Honey said to dress comfortably. Not like this would have stopped him from wearing a loose T-shirt and basketball shorts or anything, but the fact that a professor was condoning it was kinda nice. When he entered class, however, he figured out why she sent it. Playing Wordscapes at her desk again sat Mrs. Honey. Today, though, she was dressed nearly as cool as Kohl was. A tight pair of green yoga shorts and a pink blouse with white flowers embroidered on the front. “Hello, Kohl. How was the homework?”

He couldn’t stop staring at her. That shirt was too revealing; she must have known that. Her nipples were showing! Wouldn’t that mean she didn’t have a bra on? Kohl’s mind was racing. “It wasn’t the breast, best! Wasn’t the best.” He cursed himself for sounding like an idiot.

“Oh, what about it?” She stood up, putting her phone away. Her breasts jiggled more than ever. It was evident what was underneath that skirt now. Mrs. Honey was packing a dump truck under that thing. Her thighs were the caliber you’d find on porn sites. Her face was the only thing that betrayed her thicc body, showing no sign of fat or plumpness. Mrs. Honey grinned at him, staring at the tent in his shorts. “Kohl?”

“Oh, sorry.” He sat down and pulled out the homework, unaware of his predicament. “I didn’t fully understand how to use the formula.”

“Let’s take a look, then.” She pulled a desk up to his so they faced each other. The blouse left a lot of her cleavage on display, and she had a lot to show, thanks to the sagginess of old age. They sat on the desk like bags of sand, nipples pointing at him. Kohl pointed to the problems he knew he didn’t understand, trying his best not to look at her gifted endowments. “I see the problem, sweetie.” She said in the sweet voice she used to ensure her lesson came across. “Your problem isn’t even calculus. You’re fumbling on integrating algebra concepts into the calculus concepts.” She pulled a pen from in between her breasts and pointed to a few numbers on the page. “You had the right idea to cross multiply, but you did it too early.” Kohl tried to focus, but all he could think about was how much he wanted to be that pen.

“Darn it. Just when I thought I had it.”

Mrs. Honey placed a hand on his. “You’re good at multiplying, sweetie, but you do it too soon.” She looked into his eyes. “You need to focus on when. PEMDAS even applies in Calculus.” Her eyes told another story. She may have been giving solid math advice, but he was detecting something else here.

“Mrs. Honey…”

“Please, call me Carol.”

“Uhm…”

“Why don’t we backtrack a bit?” She stood up, dragging her breasts along the desk. Moving to the board, she grabbed a marker and began writing an equation.

f (x)UP
(a) (12r + l)

“Solve for this equation while I run to the bathroom real fast.” Kohl looked at it as she left the room with her bag.

“What the hell is this? There are too many unknowns!” What is l supposed to be? Ok. It’s function, but what is UP? Is that something in pharmacy I don’t remember?

“Did you solve it?” Mrs. Honey returned, opening the door ever so slightly, allowing her voice to pour into the room. She was still behind the door.

“No.” Kohl was thoroughly flustered. “I have no idea.”

“Well, how about this for a hint?” She opened the door and entered the room. Kohl nearly fell out of his seat. Her blouse and yoga shorts were gone. In its place was a red babydoll and thong. Behind her back, she held a bouquet of twelve roses. “12r,” she wiggled the roses, “ plus l,” she snapped the shoulder straps on her babydoll. ”What is UP?” Kohl’s erection nearly ripped his zipper from his jeans, and Mrs. Honey no longer played coy about noticing. “It’s something your little friend can give me.” She locked the door behind her and stepped closer to Kohl. Her breasts gently bounced with each step, her thighs following suit. She was just as beautiful as he had imagined. She now stood in front of his, her breasts at head height. She placed the roses on a desk adjacent to her. “Your ultimate pleasure.”

“Mrs. Honey, we,” Kohl was at a loss for words, “we shouldn’t be doing this. I’m 25, you’re in your 40s. I hardly know you…” If either of his heads were honest it was the lower one. It knew what it wanted.

“My husband is alright with this.” She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him in, his nose taking in the smell of her sweat. “He’s infertile, Kohl, and I don’t want just anyone’s seed in me. I know how hard you’ve been trying.” She rubbed his head. “And I also know you don’t have anyone special in your life.” Kohl’s ears twitched at this. How could she have known? “I’ve never been good at flirting.” Pulling his head up to have her. “You can’t spell Calculus without ‘us,’ Kohl. She grasped his bulge, feeling how badly he wanted her.

“You are bad at this.” He chuckled. “But I’m no better.” Kohl stood and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. “Let me give that sweet ellipse a kiss.” Daring to make the next move, he placed his lips firmly on hers. They were softer than he expected. As he did, he sunk his hands into her asscheeks. They were as soft as he had hoped them to be all those weeks ago. Mrs. Honey wrapped her arms around Kohl’s neck, plunging her tongue into his mouth. She tasted like coffee. Time slowed as they shared their intimate moment. The experienced, older one lets the younger one take the lead.

“You know,” Mrs. Honey pulled her tongue from Kohl's mouth, “usually the one with experience is leading.”

“What makes you think I have no experience?” Kohl asked, trying to mask the fact that he was a virgin.

“Oh, please. A lady can tell.” Kohl blushed. “But I’ll make a man of you yet.” She yanked off his shorts, revealing his tight boxers. The slim cut of material was no match for her claws. She hooked the lower cuff and sliced upwards, revealing her prize. Kohl’s dick was fully unsheathed. A full seven inches of knotted canine dick, all for her. “I see you have a thing for your teachers.” Kohl sputtered, his one math pun made irrelevant in the face of his embarrassment. “Let me show you how it’s done. I can teach more than just arithmetic.” She wrapped her right hand around his dick, feeling the heat radiating from it. It throbbed as she lightly squeezed it, eliciting a moan from Kohl. “You like that?” He moaned in response. “Good answer.” She got on her knees. His dick was at the perfect height. His musk filled her nostrils and stayed there. “The smell of a strong young man. Now,” she looked up at Kohl, “Use me as you wish. I want your litter, Kohl. Fill me with your seed.”

Kohl’s hands shook with nerves. No way this was happening. Mrs. Honey was kneeling at his feet, inches away from his dick. Nervously, he grabbed her head, shoving her against her dick. Her face up against his dick, she took deep whiffs of his musk. Her eyes begged for more. “Anything?” She nodded. The excitement began to fill his eyes. He could fulfill all those fantasies he had. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Kohl,” Mrs. Honey chided, “when a woman says to use her as you wish, she means to use her as you wish. Bend me over a disk and shove your member into my vagina until I’m inflated. Grasp my head and use me as a fleshlight. Take me home with you and continue the fun; I mean anything. I can endure any of your kinks, I’m sure. You have no idea how wild Mr. Honey can get.” She winked.

“Alright,” he gulped, “Carol.” He did just as she suggested. Kohl grasped her head on both sides and gripped tightly. She opened her mouth and pulled in his dick with her tongue. Her mouth was so warm and wet. He nearly came immediately but clenched to hold back. “Holy shit, Carol, you’re mouth feels so good.” She giggled with her mouthful of dick. “Slowly, he began thrusting his hips back and forth, his knot hitting her nose. Carol coiled her tongue around his dick for added pleasure. It was nearly too much. Her tongue work was immaculate. Kohl didn’t hold back his moans, speeding up as he got closer to climax. He didn’t last long despite his best efforts to hold it all in. “I’m cumming, Carol!” His hot seed shot into her mouth, coating her maw with spooge. She picked the tip of his dick once the flow stopped, savoring all he could possibly give.

“Virgin cum.” Carol said when Kohl released his grip. “You’re so salty, Kohl. Have some.” She thrust herself upon him and kissed him. Her tongue coiled around his, her spit and his cum flowing into his throat. The saltiness hit him like a ton of bricks. His eyes were wide, purely in shock of his first taste of cum, and his own no less. She pulled away, giggling. “Now, you see what women taste when you fuck them. But don’t worry. I love it.” Kohl didn’t know how to feel about this new knowledge. “As tasty as that was, Kohl, Mommy wants your seed.” Mommy? Kohl nearly fell over. Carol bent over and began removing her thong, seemingly like magic, as her thicc thighs hid it so well as if it wasn’t even there. “Are you gonna give Mommy what she wants?” It dangled from one claw, hanging so low it had to stretch over her thicc body. Kohl was so shocked that he was frozen. There was her pussy, unprotected and on display. It looked nothing like the cookies or pristine pussies he saw in porn. It was well-used and stretched. Mr. Honey sure did a number on her. “Seems I have to give you a little push.” She turned around and bent herself over a desk. Her pussy was right in front of him. Even her ass was stretched out! “Have at me, Kohl.”

Kohl ripped his sweaty shirt off and dove in. Falling to his knees, he grasped her asscheeks, feeling them up. He immediately shoved his face betwixt them, her feminine smells pounding his senses. The plushness of her asscheeks enveloped him. Moisture dripped onto his muzzle, and he breathed deeply. The folds of her pussy were dripping with anticipation of sexual pleasure. Instinctually, he jutted out his tongue and dragged his tongue along it. Strong flavors slapped his senses; his pupils dilated, craving more. Frantically, he lapped at it, taking in as much of the feminine juices as he pleased. Carol moaned lustily, egging him on, but it was genuine. Not even Mr. Honey was this wild. “My god, Kohl, AAH, you’re so wild with me. More, please.” With her front pressed against the desk, she wiggled her ass, caressing his muzzle with her cheeks. She awkwardly reached for the straps of her lingerie and pulled them off but was interrupted from further removing it. “OOH!” Kohl dove his tongue deep into her pussy, tasting the flavors deep within her. “Kohl, you dog.” He tasted her and tasted her. The flavor of an older woman has always been his dream, and he could finally fulfill it. It was bitter but had a deep, rich flavor, slightly grassy.

Kohl grasped Carol’s sides and flipped her over with a little help from her. There she was. Her eyes glistened in the fluorescent lights of the classroom. Her babydoll was bunching up on her torso from being flipped over, massive, sagging breasts exposed. Carol’s nipples were perky and hard, begging for attention. Kohl stood and grabbed her breasts, feeling the give, the heft, the supple sacks of fat that they were. “You’re mine now, Carol,” Kohl said commandingly. Your body is mine to toy with and use as I please. Fem juices dripped from his snout, permeating his nose, only driving him deeper into lust. His dick was ready for action again, noticeably throbbing and knot bulging. He shot for her right breast, latching onto it and sucking. Carol screamed with the sudden stimulus, Kohl’s tongue lapping it and sucking simultaneously while he pinched and toyed with the other. She shot her legs outward and wrapped them around his body, trapping him there. He wasn’t going anywhere until she was satisfied. Her soft, thicc legs felt amazing against his fit body and only drove him deeper into his lust.

“Oh my god, KOHL!” She shouted with abandon. Kohl only pressed his attack on her body, sucking harder on her right nipple while pinching harder and pulling further on her other. Carol didn’t hold her moans back, allowing herself to sink further into her depravity. Sexual intercourse with a student was grounds for termination, but she didn’t care anymore. She needed Kohl inside of her. She wanted his litter, no, needed it. “Fuck me proper, Kohl. Shove your penis inside of me and abuse me!” She shouted at the top of her lungs. Kohl complied, wrenching himself away from her tits.

His dick was ready, and her pussy was dripping, leaving a stain on the carpet. His carnal desires were in control now. He placed his hands on her soft hips, preparing himself for penetration. He wasn’t going to cum right away this time, and if he did, he would keep going until he came again and again until he was so sore he couldn’t continue. He grabbed his shaft, aligning it with her dripping, gaping pussy. Hyping himself up under his breath, he told himself. “Here goes. You got this.” He knew enough not to plunge in right away, but she was an experienced lover, and he had loosened her up very well. Perhaps he’d try? No, he’d do this the right way - still, be a gentleman. Slowly, he inserted his dick. Nearly falling over from the sensation of a hot, moist hole wrapping around his member. It was nearly too much. He expected it to be tighter, but then again, he didn’t really know what to expect. His first time was with a college professor! In a classroom!

“OOoooOOOOH.” Carol’s voice wavered as Kohl slid his dick inside. She could feel the heat contrasting with her own body temperature. He wouldn’t be able to go all the way in, thanks to her supple ass flesh, but seven inches was a sizeable length. “Fuuuuuck, Kohl!” He was inside to the front of his knot now. He could have gone in all the way, thrusting with only a little extra force to knot her, but he knew better. “Give me a minute.”

“No.” Carol wrenched her head upwards to look at him. Kohl was grinning, his wide, crazed eyes filled with excitement and lust. “You’re my toy. Toys don’t get to make requests.” He took a deep breath through his nose and started thrusting wildly. She screamed. Now he was getting the idea! This is the kind of thing she wanted. Everything on her body was shaking. Her breasts, thighs, and hips were all jiggling and swaying with the motion of Kohl’s dick pounding her ass. “Carol, fuck!” Her pussy was so moist he nearly came. Sweat dripped from his fur. The heat from her legs on his back only made him even hotter. What a workout.

“Harder, Kohl! Abuse me! Spank my naughty ass!” With a shaky and unsteady gait, he took his hand away from her hip and reeled back, landing smack in the middle of her ass. The slap echoed around the room. “HARDER!” He reeled back farther and spanked her again; his hand stung, the noise sounding painful. “Again!” Kohl could hardly focus on thrusting. He would thrust a few times, then spank her. Before he knew it, he was on the verge of cumming. “Carol, I’m gonna cum.”

“Knot me!” A few strong thrusts, and he took the plunge. One final thrust and his knot dove past her lips and into her pussy, making itself at home. It expanded slightly as he reached climax. Carol screamed as she felt it stretch her out. Kohl’s cum shot into her body, filling her. Kohl had a pleasured expression on his face. Feeling the new tightness of her pussy around his dick, he forced as much of his cum out of his body as he possibly could. It was taking more out of him than he expected. He couldn’t keep up with his promise to himself at this rate. “KOOOOOOOOOOOHL!” Her breath shuddered, feeling it all happen at once. Everything was so hot.

The two sat there, knowing full well it would be a bit. They took deep, long breaths. It was Carol who first broke the silence. “You are good at multiplying.”

Kohl snorted and laughed. “Is that really what you have to say?”

“Yes. She sat up, nearly slipping on the desk thanks to the sweat pooling. She was stuck until Kohl deflated. Why don’t you come with me tonight? We can continue our lessons. It's a private tutoring session.”

*                    *                    *


“You still OK, honey?” Art asked Carol. Mr. Honey had his dick deep into her mouth and thrusting like there was no tomorrow. His abs glistened as he thrust into his wife. Unable to really speak, she gave a muffled response confirming that she was. Kohl had his dick in her ass, also giving her full service. The two had to be careful nowadays. Carol’s bulging belly was giving her lots of aches and cramps anymore, so they were constantly on watch.

“She knows what to do, Art,” Kohl said as he continued thrusting. The two enjoyed spit-roasting her, and she enjoyed being spit-roasted. The two looked each other in the eye, giving each other their signal.

“We’re cumming!” They shouted in unison. Carol tightened up, awaiting her fresh batches of cum from both ends. Kohl shoved his rod deep into her ass, knotting her, while Art pulled her face up to his groin, giving his cum a direct shot to her stomach. Cum filled her from both ends, her ass getting creampied while Art’s thick load went into her stomach directly. Moans and grunts filled the room, then panting. Art pulled out of her mouth while Kohl was stuck until his knot deflated.

“You two sure know how to please a girl,” Carol said between pants.

“Well, I had good teachers,” Kohl said, spanking Carol’s jiggly ass, the resounding spank piercing their ears.

“Sure as hell did.” Art got off the bed and walked over to Kohl to ruffle his hair/ “Knew we’d make a swinger out of you.”

“And a father, thank you very much.” The kits in Carol’s womb came from him, and they knew it very well. “Nearly a month left now.”

“And I can’t wait to be done!” Carol shouted. “These buggers are so heavy.”

“I thought there were about six or eight?” Art asked.

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