Chapter 1 - Catboy!

Zane is not a good student.

He's perky and chipper, polite, and despite being very different he doesn't hold it against his classmates when they stare, or tug his tail, or start petting his cat-ears without asking. Really, his professors are all a little awed at how few claws to the face they've witnessed; the local police are happy about that too.

What Zane is, is damn easily distracted. The slightest shuffling papers, noise of someone texting, or even light reflecting off a hand mirror can have him completely missing the lesson. The only thing he’s able to ignore is sexuality, or at least the advancements of his male classmates who mistake the frankly adorable man for a girl.

In fact, she’s not even completely sure Zane’s a guy, but with a name like Zane, his odd desire to avoid looking directly at her, and his habit of constantly covering his lap; Jennifer Snow, otherwise known as Professor Snow, has a pretty good idea of what she can do to fix his study habits.

That idea is why Zane is in her office after class, why the top buttons of her creamy blouse are undone, and why her well-groomed brown hair is untied from its bun so it frames her shoulders well. Her goal is to attract his attention to the dark mole at the top of her practically out in the open cleavage while her ever-present benevolent smile is lost and forgotten.

She's not sitting when Zane enters, nor when she tells him to sit down and he complies with an awkward unsure smile, resting his hands in his lap to hide something - as always - when she’s around. She's shuffling through a few books while looking thoughtful and allowing her slightly shorter than normal skirt to frame her hips and thick thighs out in the open. 

Jennifer Snow is a mother of two with a short stature, a woman's body, a youthful smile that takes the age out of doe like brown eyes framed behind red reading glasses, and a set of assets that draw the attention of every pair of wandering eyes in her class.

Every single pair of eyes, including Zane’s cute slit blues. She lets him sit there in silence for a minute, watching his girly rounded cheeks puff in impatience and his button nose twitch. She watches what he does while he’s not being looked at directly despite her lovely ass practically out in the open..

He’s not a very patient person, he only lasts a few seconds before he goes from focused on worrying to looking around the room. He looks at the walls, the ceiling, anywhere but at her. It’s disappointing in a way that has her whining underneath her breath.

"Zane, dear,” she begins, not being a very patient person herself, “I brought you here because I'm noticing some concerning patterns in your work habits." She says. "You're a bit... lost."

"Just a teeny bit." He defends with a flush across his pretty cheeks, it really makes the dark fur atop his head stand out. “I'll get it."
"I know you will." She says, unable to keep a little chime and smirk out of her tone as she shifts from where she stands to directly into his vision. "You're a smart one, I feel like there’s not much out of your reach if you’re willing to extend it, but there’s a lot you haven't gripped."

"Thanks...?" He murmurs oddly, eyeing her now that she’s looking at him and has to.

"I think you misunderstand." She says. Tittering a little, a hand landing on the top of her titflesh and pressing in, and a finger from the other hand landing on her lip. She takes a step forward in front of the catboy, rocking her ass from side to side and bending over right in front of his face. Her nipples are just visible enough at eye level to make it clear she's not wearing a bra beneath the creamy blouse.

"Learning is about gripping things, you should give it a try."

"Hauhh...." He groans, his mouth hanging open. "G-gripping...Eh? Gripping what...?"

"Well, ideally the concepts and material in my class, it's not just there to ruin your day, it's also educational and important." She says, the beam on her lips showing as well in her glossy bright cherry colored lipstick as it does her eyes. Her fingers move, a simple practiced act, and her blouse falls open another button, and another before the second's up.

"But if that's a bit too much for you right now, there are other things in mind..."

"Haa-huu-err!" He gulps, gaze affixed with tremendous intensity. The next button falls, and the next, until her chest cannot be contained, and the marvelous titflesh of his professor shines in the natural glow given by the window behind her and the afternoon light. It shines more, when she pulls a small canister of water lubricant from her now out of the way pocket, and upends a good, healthy amount of it over the top in her mounds in a thick spiral.

"While you're gripping, I'd love it if you could knead that in, chaffing is a lot more of an issue once you're older, hehe~"

"Ha-um-oh, oh wow this is, huh?" He babbles, reaching up to palm her breasts.

Her hands land under them, now that they're in the open, lifting them up on nimble fingers so that her thick nipples are perfectly at groping level for the cute boy, and her smile can barely be seen beyond the MILF titty buffet before him. "As an educator, I want nothing more than to motivate you to do your best." She says. "Can I do that this way, Zane?"

"Ohhh, yeah..." Zane gasps, tilting up towards them. "I'd do anything to play with these."
With a wet pop, his lips encircle one proud teat.

"Aah-that's-mm, good, because they’re yours for the moment." She pushes them into his lips, wiggling her ass behind her in excitement as the tingles and electric signals white out her brain for a blissful second. "Great, even, can I pet you?" She can't help but ask, the need spreading quickly to her navel in a way that makes everything feel so much more real. "I'd love to pet you so much but I want to be professional and respectful and-haau!""

Zane lets go of the breast he's sucking, to grab her teacher's hand and put it right on his head.

"Yay~!" She can't help but giggle, stroking evenly and carefully while being sure to tilt herself so she's up and ready in Zane's face despite the new lack of support. She literally bought a cat, so she'd know how to pet him if it came up. She's suddenly very happy she did. Her daughters are too, actually, though that's neither here nor now.

Prrrrrrrr!
He vibrates into Jennifer's breast, completely ignoring his needy, throbbing issue buried away beneath his britches, begging to get out but oh so frequently ignored; enough so, for it to lay completely forgotten even while at its hottest and most prominent.

"Hau-ah-You know I figured your tongue'd be rougher than it is-haa-" She's careful to loop a couple of her fingers into the back of Zane's head to pull him into her tits, and leave the rest of her wandering digits to pet in a rhythmic, practiced manner. "So soft, aah-is that all you want to do?" She can't help but ask.

"Zrrrshh, mrrr?" Zane asks hopefully, refusing to let go even to speak. What if this is the last time he gets ahold of these, what if he pulls back and suddenly she changes her mind?.

"Mmhmm-haa-so much more!" Evidently, that’s not a real issue, but the concern is real and not even completely unwarranted. It wouldn’t be the first time someone wanted to treat the cute cat boy a little and then freaked out and ran away when they noticed just how hard he is down below… 

Jennifer can't help but rock into his lips, closing her eyes with a gentle expression normally only used for teaching her daughter Julie something exceptionally difficult or emotionally challenging. "You can do whatever you want with them, if you promise to focus and do your best, if you actually show results, I'll even let you do it again weekly..."

With a low whine, he unlatches, licking once more mournfully just in case it’s his last lick of these magnificent orbs. “Anything?”.

"For your first A, I'll even get my mouth involved." She snickers, a twinkle in those doe eyes.

Zane's eyes damn near sparkle. "I'm gonna ace the next test no matter what’s on it!"

"Make me proud." With a ruffle of his hair, her thumbs roll over the front of the boy's fluffy ears and rub them between her pointer and thumbs in small sensual circles that send electric tingles down his spine. "You're like, the softest  living being I've ever felt. Our family pets have nothing on you."

"Mm, I'm an even better cat." He grins, closing his eyes to enjoy the touch.

"I really wanna keep you, I bet my daughters would adore you… Too bad I can't slap a collar on you and take you home to them." She laughs a little at that, toying with the idea in her mind. Maybe for a quick birthday present… when they’re older. "So, any ideas for what you want? I'm happy to appease your inner desire to suck if that's all you truly want from me, but we have half an hour and I poured lube and everything..."

"I, um...I wanna..." He stammers. "See uh, my name isn’t, I have a, um-"

"Shh..."
A hand leaves his ears, so that her finger can land on the boy's cute lips. "Just do, don't explain, I want to feel your desires, leave your words to the homework."

"Hah...Okay." He whispers, gripping her bust again with confidence this time, and pulling them down. She winks at him as she follows his lead, allowing her knees to bend, and her legs to fall to the floor as her tits glide down his front. Her hot breaths teasing the skin on her favorite student of the semester.

Even before his thin dark dress pants are slid down his legs, it can be felt. A veritable spear is hidden just underneath, radiating a heat that flows into her flesh before it’s even released.
Sprung

The moment it is released it rockets out and slaps into Jennifer’s bosom with a thwack. Her breasts ripple, heaving titflesh moving under the force of her shaft’s dramatic entrance.

Miss Snow's hands land on the inside of her breasts, pulling them apart with one finger on each, he pulls them just far enough to slip between so that when he lets go he finds himself embraced on all sides by the hottest mounds he’s ever felt.

"Really could do a better job with this lube." She laughs a little, reminding him of the pile atop her mounds while her arms raise up and come together so that her forearms squeeze the sides of his confines, squishing them into him. Her hands land atop the puddle of shiny liquid gel, kneading it into herself with a giggle. The effort has her rocking in circles, focusing all her energy on it as if completely clueless to what she's really doing to the length caught in her influence.

"Lu-oh, right." He murmurs, looking away with a hint of shame that doesn’t even try to contain the blissful gleam in his eyes. His pretty cheeks flush with life, his girly features come to life. “I kinda got caught up in the moment of doing this with my professor and forgot…”
"Well, that's okay, because it gives me a really nice excuse to totally professionally, as your professor, move my arms and hands like this." She licks her lips and gives him a far more invested, melodious giggle at the way his rod is completely swallowed by her massive jugs. "It's actually kinda nice. Wanna help me here?"

"Ohhh...! Sssoo good!" Zane moans, rocking his hips up to meet her hands, and reaching up to help her spread and knead the lube. It flows in between her breasts, using the motion to work itself down and in between, bathing him in a wet heat. 

"You're enthusiastic." She compliments. "Not many students are, makes me feel, haau, a nice amount of pride!" Every rock has the bottom of her mounds slapping against his balls with a wet thwip, even as she makes the conversation seem innocent, as if it’s about homework help. "I wonder if you're interested in extra credit?"

"I am, oh I'm interested!" He exclaims, thrusting and jabbing with no small amount of zeal

"Mmm, well, haah, good students don't waste their efforts where they won't matter." She gasps out, eyes rolling a bit with her tits, her arms pressuring the globes squeezing Zane until he’s fully engulfed and swelling inside the space between her tits. "Ah-they, mm, make sure their professor's face is covered in surprise and joy!"

"Best, teacher, ever!" Zane declares, his every word bucking harder and harder into her, his tip pops out, sliding along the inside, and grazes her chin.

"Mm, haah, I like to think so!" She chooses to hold onto her convictions, leaning her face down only to tease him with her lips and smear lipstick along the tip, but shifting her face to stroke it with her chin and cheeks and refusing to open her mouth for him. The end of each buck is as forceful as it is affectionate, rubbing him against everywhere she wants that covering, and smearing precum across her skin with a lovely glaze.

"You're so sexy!" Zane groans, as his rod pulses. "Fuuuuuhhhh!" He pounds away at his teacher's tits, lost in the most blissful haze of his life. Everything, right now, is perfect-
Searing love bubbles out of his cockhead, spurting into the valley of Professor Snow’s cleavage. He thrusts harder into the work of her constantly kneading arms, and a glob spurts out from the force and launches onto her chin. It oozes, and oozes some more, every victorious hip movement sloshing thick loads onto his mentor’s awaiting cheeks and forehead and even some of her hair. For the first time, Miss Snow finds herself looking like her namesake.

She revels in it, tilting her head this way and that to ensure not a drop is wasted and every spot on her front is covered in a bubbly glaze of molten care. Splooge coats her, hot cream painting her in a way she’s never imagined she could be painted by a dozen guys, let alone her cutest student. Only once she's gotten her creamy face mask does she open her mouth and let her tongue loll out, so the last dribbles and spurts can paint the surface and treat her tastebuds to her student's distraction given form.

"Haaah-" He can't help but groan once it's all over, and her lipstick is smudged and smeared with a lovely coating of catboy spunk. "You think you can focus on my lesson now?"

"Ohhh yeah." He moans, lolling her head back. "Woah...For sure."

"Good, because I brought my lesson plan." It only takes her a few seconds to swoop his cock up and clean it with her tongue, before pulling up, bouncing up, and runs behind her desk with the most conniving smile imaginable. “Let me get it out of my desk."