Bestiality School – Lesson 1: Cat Sex

—Prologue—

I was an exemplary student. Always had, always would. I had managed to remain at top of my class for my entire student career and now that high school was over, I retired undefeated. Most people thought I would go on to college and become some big shot lawyer or doctor, but the truth was I had no idea what my future held. I had always been so focused on my schoolwork that I had never taken the time to get to know myself. And now that the time had finally come to decide what to do with the rest of my life, I remained clueless. For the first time in my life, I did not know the answer.

Unfortunately, my unclear future was not my only concern. To add insult to injury, I was still a virgin. An eighteen-year-old virgin. In other words, I was a textbook nerd. At least on paper. Unlike other nerds, I was a beautiful young woman. Each time I changed schools, all the boys were after me, but I was so busy with my studies that I remained oblivious to them and they eventually gave up, referring to me as the hot nerd. I guess there are worse things to be called, but I had never appreciated the term. Then again, it was my own fault.

Now that high school was over, all that hard work seemed like a complete waste. Sure, I could get into any college I pleased, but what if I did not want to further my education? What if all that hard work had been for nothing? I now wished I had spent more time meeting people and making friends. If I had, maybe I would not be a virgin. And maybe I would actually know who I was. What my interests were. What I was meant to do with the rest of my life. But I didn’t.

I was contemplating my future when my mother announced that she had enrolled me in summer school. Obviously, I was surprised. Not only was I the last person on earth to need summer school, but school was the cause for my current predicament. I inquired as to the reason for my mother’s unexpected initiative, but she refused to answer. All she said was that it would do me good. I remained unconvinced until my sister put in her two cents, insisting I would love it. I had no idea what type of summer school it was, but my relatives seemed so passionate about it that I finally gave in. I had no idea what I would be doing for the next month, but at least if would help distract me. And perhaps even inspire me. Had I known what awaited me, my mother would have had to drag me kicking and screaming. After all, bestiality school was no place for a young woman, especially not a virgin like me. But that was exactly where I was headed and there was nothing I could do about it.

—Lesson 1: Cat Sex—

I watched my mother and sister drive off and felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I may technically have been a woman, I still felt like a little girl attending her first sleepover. But deep down I knew this time away from my family would do me good and I decided to make the best of it.

In one hand I held my class schedule and in the other my schoolbag. My luggage had already been brought to my room though I had yet to visit it. In fact, I had yet to set foot inside the school. Turning away from my mother’s now distant car, I took a few moments to study the building. It was huge. With its ancient design and moss-covered walls, it looked more like a castle than a school. In fact, I would not have been surprised if that had been its original purpose. But now it was a school. Or so I was told, but to be perfectly honest, it looked like no other school I had ever seen. In fact, the name of the institute did not even appear over the main entrance. Or anywhere else for that matter.

“Maybe mom made a mistake,” I thought as my heartbeat quickened. But I knew that was unlikely.

I glanced at my watch and realized I only had a few minutes to get to my first class. Hurrying up the stairs, I burst through the front doors and discovered a shocking sight. From the outside, the building looked ancient, but the inside had been completely renovated. There were hardwood floors, plastered walls and the whole thing had been wired for the twenty-first century. It was like stepping into a different world. But I was running late and the décor was of little interest to me. I could see a few students roaming the halls, but the place was otherwise deserted.

I hurried down the hall for a minute or so before I realized I had no idea where I was going. I glanced at my class schedule, but all it said was that my first lesson was to take place in Class 69. Unfortunately, I had no idea where that was. I glanced as the doors as I passed them by, but the numbers seemed random. Since I did not feel like being late on my first day, I asked for directions from a fellow student. She seemed like a nice enough girl and happily gave me detailed instructions on how to reach my destination.

I followed her instructions to the letter and soon found a door marked with the words “Class 69”. Finding it shut, I feared I was late, but the bell indicating the start of class had yet to be heard. I hurried over to it and set foot inside the classroom just as the bell rang. Breathing a sigh of relief, I took a few seconds to study my new surroundings.

“What the…” I muttered as I found the most unexpected scene ever. Instead of a large room with rows upon rows of desks, I found a small chamber with a few comfy chairs that formed a circle around a large fur rug. The décor seemed so out of place that I feared I had entered the wrong room. I was about to open the door and make sure I had read the sign correctly when a voice made me jump.

“You’re in the right place,” said the soft woman’s voice. I glanced around the room, but there was no one there. Or so I thought until a head emerged from the nearest chair. It was facing away from me and had kept its occupant completely hidden. But now that she stood up, I discovered a shockingly beautiful woman. She appeared to be in her early twenties and was dressed in a surprisingly revealing outfit. It was some sort of business suit, but the blazer and blouse left most of her cleavage visible and the skirt was barely long enough to cover up what I assumed was one of the most perfect asses I had ever seen.

“You must be Miss Lez,” she said as she strolled toward me. Her lips were painted red and drew my gaze to them. I watched them curl into a smile and found myself getting lost in this gorgeous woman’s beauty. I remained in this trance-like state until she outreached a hand for me to shake. Feeling my cheeks turn red, I shook it tentatively.

“I’m Miss Love,” she said that sweet, almost sensual voice of hers.

I considered introducing myself, but I had a question I first needed answered.

“Where are the other students?” I asked, glancing around the room.

Miss Love smiled at me as an adult would to a child who had said something silly.

“It’s just us,” she said.

This was weird. Summer school was usually less crowded than normal classes, but never before had I heard of having one teacher for each student. But if there was one thing I was certain of it was that this was no ordinary school. I still had no idea what type of school it was, but it defiantly was not like any other I had ever attended.

I was about to inquire further about the functioning of this establishment when Miss Love headed for the door. I opened my mouth to ask where she was going, but she beat me to the punch.

“I’ll be right back,” she assured. “In the meantime, you may have a seat.” And just like that, she was gone.

I stood there for a few seconds before deciding the only thing I could do was take a seat upon one of the half-dozen comfy chairs that stood before me. They were surprisingly comfortable and I began to enjoy myself. I still had no idea what the next month would be like, but I was beginning to get the feeling I would enjoy it quite a lot.

Miss Love returned after a few minutes. Closing the door behind her, she turned to me and I realized she was not alone. In her arms stood a cat. He was a plain old house cat, though his powerful body made him the largest one I had ever seen. His black fur glistened in the light as Miss Love delicately placed the feline onto the rug.

I dared not speak, assuming an explanation was incoming. When none came, I finally worked up the nerve to ask.

“What’s the cat for?” I inquired.

“His name is Black and he is your first lesson,” answered Miss Love, confusing me even further.

There was a short silence during which I attempted to make sense of the odd situation. But no matter how hard I tried, I remained unable to come up with a logical explanation. Things were getting more confusing by the second and unless I got answers soon, I would go insane.

Miss Love seemed to have noticed my distraught expression, because she decided it was time to explain a few things.

“Your mother didn’t tell you what kind of school this is, did she?”

I shook my head. All my mother had told me was that it was some sort of summer school. Aside from that, I was totally in the dark.

“I could spend the rest of the class telling you all about what we do here, but I think it will be easier if you learn as we go along,” explained the hot teacher. I was slightly disappointed, but I nodded.

“Great!” she said joyfully. “Let’s get started.”

I nodded again and anxiously waited for the class to begin.

“Please stand,” asked Miss Love. I found the request rather odd, but I decided the best thing to do was play along.

“Now please remove your clothes,” I was asked as soon as I stood next to Black. I was so taken aback by the unexpected request that I did not immediately respond. When I finally realized that my ears had not deceived me, I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest.

“What the hell did you just ask me?” I blurted out. I had planned on being more diplomatic, but the perversity of the request had bought my blood to the point of ebullition.

Miss Love chuckled, which only infuriated me further.

“I don’t think that is appropriate behavior for a teacher,” I pointed out, this time in a more controlled tone.

She chuckled again.

“It is for a teacher who works at a bestiality school,” she replied.

I was stunned.

“Be—bestiality school?” I stuttered, hoping my ears had deceived me. They had not.

The beautiful teacher laughed, her chuckles oddly sweet in my ear. After a few seconds, she nodded. I couldn’t believe it.

“This must be sort of mistake,” I muttered. After all, my mother would not have knowingly sent be to bestiality school. Or so I thought.

“Not according to your mother,” pointed out Miss Love.

My entire world came crashing down around me. Everything I once believed in no longer made any sense. My mind started to overflow with panicked thoughts and emotions. The world around me began to spin and I feared I would pass out. I heard a distant voice tell me to sit down as soft hands guided me to a chair. I sat and took a few deep breaths, attempting to clear my mind.

If I wanted to avoid going completely insane, it was in my best interest to act quickly. The best approach was to focus on the facts and go from there. First of all, I was now attending bestiality school and I would be trapped here for the next month. My mother was going away on vacation and my sister was spending the summer with friends. Speaking of my mother and sister, the fact that they had purposefully hidden the true nature of this summer school meant they knew all about what went on here.

“Oh my god!” I gasped when I realized that could only mean one thing. My mother and sister had both had sex with animals. I had no idea how many bestial lovers they had been with, but I got the feeling it was way more than one. Way more. For all I knew, my mother could have been addicted to bestiality since her teenage years. It sure as hell would explain why my sister and I had never met our father. It also explained why my sister never seemed to have a boyfriend.

It was a lot to take in. It took some time, but I was eventually forced to accept the truth. The only reason why I had been sent here was to continue the family tradition. I was expected to lose my virginity to an animal and nothing short of that would ever satisfy my mother. The thought totally repulsed me, but a small part of me wondered what it would be like. What if having sex with an animal was better than with a man? What if this was the way it was meant to be?

For the last few years, I had felt a rift grow between my mother and me. Oddly enough, it had started shortly after my sister’s eighteenth birthday. I used to believe she had grown tired of me and my sister had now become her favorite child. But now I was beginning to think otherwise. The timing of my mother’s change in behavior had coincided with my sister’s eighteenth birthday. That could only mean one thing: My sister had attended bestiality school during the summer of her eighteenth birthday and her new-found love of bestial sex had brought her closer to our mother. And since I had been too young to understand, I was left out. But now I finally had a chance to fix everything. All I had to do was overcome my fear and repulsion and give in to the perversity of bestiality.

“But can I really go through with this?” I wondered. “Is being close with my mother and sister worth giving up my virginity to an animal?” I took a few seconds to ponder this and to my utter amazement, the answer was a resounding, “Yes!” Of course, I was terrified at the thought of sharing my first sexual act with an animal, but if it closed the rift between my mother and me, it would all be worth it.

I sighed deeply, taking a few deep breaths to calm my shaking hands.

“All right,” I finally said as I looked up at Miss Love. “I’ll give it a try.”

A wide smile curled her beautiful lips. I could tell she was surprised by how quickly I had caved, but I did not care. What I was getting ready to do would help mend the fractured bond my mother and I shared and that was all that mattered.

“Please remove you clothes,” said Miss Love.

I suddenly felt incredibly nervous. This was it. The point of no return. Once I got undressed, there was no turning back. But as terrified as I was, I was also a little excited.

“You can do this,” I told myself as I stood up. With one final inhale, I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my dress. I pulled it off in one quick movement and chucked it onto the nearest chair. I glanced down at myself and felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I realized I was not wearing any underwear. I had always despised the constricting feeling of bras and panties and thus never wore any. But now that Miss Love looked me up and down, I wished I had. That is, until I noticed arousal in her eyes as she studied my perky breasts and tight, clean-shaven pussy.

“You’re beautiful,” she finally said.

“Th—thanks,” I stuttered. Miss Love was the first person to see me naked aside from my mother and sister and I had been feeling incredibly self-conscious. But if such a beautiful woman thought I was pretty, then I had nothing to worry about. However, my cheeks continued burning for the next few minutes.

“Please have a seat,” instructed the beautiful teacher as she gestured to the fur rug that stood beneath me. Removing my shoes to feel the soft fur between my toes, I sat down next to the studly cat. He peered at me with penetrating yellow eyes and began purring, almost as if he enjoyed the sight of my naked body. Oddly enough, I felt some of the tension leave my body and even began to look forward to my first sexual encounter.

“Before we begin, it’s important you get to know your lover,” explained Miss Love.

The word “lover” sent a shiver running through me and I remained unable to tell if it was out of fear or excitement. Luckily, I had more important things to worry about. I began to speak softly to the purring feline as I tentatively reached out and started petting him. Within seconds, we had become the best of friends and Black soon rolled onto his back. It was obvious he wanted me to rub his belly, but I was far too shocked by what stood between his hind legs to oblige.

“Wow!” I gasped as I laid eyes on the first manhood of my life. I had seen a few pictures and videos, but the one that now stood before me was unlike anything I had ever seen. It had no head and its pink hue gave it an almost supernatural look. The small barbs that covered most of the pointy shaft sent a shiver running down my back. Unlike the first, this one was of fear. Noticing my fearful expression, Miss Love decided it was time she do her duty as a teacher.

“The spines are designed to rake the walls of the vagina and help trigger ovulation,” she explained. Sensing my worry, she soon added, “But that only works with female cats. For humans, the spikes only increase the pleasure.”

I had no idea if she was just saying that to help calm me down or if it was actually true, but at that moment, I didn’t care. I had made a choice to lose my virginity and nothing would stop me, not even a few penile spines.

“What now?” I asked as I eyed the small animal’s impressive manhood. I knew I would lose my nerve if I waited too long.

My eagerness brought a smile to the teacher’s lips.

“Grab it,” was the only instructions I was given. I was unsure what I would be asked to do next, but I decided to give my mind a rest and go with the flow. It was difficult for someone like me, but the promise of closing the gap between my mother and me helped me relax.

Tentatively reaching out, I inched closer and closer. Less than an inch stood between my hand and my lover-to-be’s manhood before I felt its heat. Entranced by it, I closed the gap and wrapped my fist around it.

A soft moan escaped me as I felt the heat from the shaft against my palm. A shiver of delight ran down my spine and I actually began to look forward to my first sexual experience. I focused on the member and a smile curled my lips when noticed its tip merging from my clenched fist. My hand was pressed up against his crotch and almost a full inch emerged from my fist. That meant the manhood measured well over three inches. Though far from impressive in human terms, for such a small animal, it was quite an accomplishment.

“Move your hand up and down,” instructed Miss Love.

This time, I did not hesitate before getting to work. No sooner had the request left my teacher’s lips that my hand was sliding up and down my lover’s shaft. Black’s purring intensified and in a matter of seconds, it was all I could hear. Well, that and the pounding of my heart in my ears as I began to realize I was actually enjoying myself. But more than that, I was getting turned on. Believe it or not, the feel of that rock-hard member between my fingers was making me incredibly horny. I did not know if it was due to the perversity of the situation or the pride that filled me upon noticing the wide smile that curled my teacher’s lips. Either way, I was going with the flow for the first time in my life and loving every second of it.

“That’s it,” encouraged Miss Love. “Keep going.” And that was exactly what I did until something unexpected happen.

A frown furrowed my brow when I felt Black’s rod jerk around in my hand. I felt confusion wash over me until I realized he was about to cum. Being a virgin meant I was quite an expert masturbator and that in turn meant I could tell when someone was on the verge of climax, even if in this particular instance it was a cat.

“Wow!” I gasped when he finally climaxed. His first squirt shot out of my hand and flew into the air. I watched it fly past my face and soar toward the ceiling. But after a second or so, gravity entered the equation and sent it tumbling back down.

“Drink it!” instructed Miss Love. My first handjob was already overwhelming enough, but the tone of Miss Love’s voice make it clear it was an order and not a suggestion.

I had no idea what the semen would taste like, yet it was with a surprising amount of excitement that I leaned forward with closed eyes and open mouth. No sooner was I in place that the feline’s cum entered my mouth. It coated my tongue, forcing my taste bugs to gore themselves on the hot liquid. To my utter amazement, it tasted incredible. It was both sweet and spicy, but against all odds, the two blended with utter perfection, making it impossible for me to resist the urge to swallow.

A blissful moan flowed past my lips as I drank my lover’s cum. His small stature meant only a few squirt were released, but it was enough to give me my first taste of sex and make me hungry for more. By the time Black’s orgasm ended, I was starving.

My eyes opened just as the spear began to retract into the feline’s body. He was still purring and looking at me with lust-filled eyes. I smiled at him and we remained that way for a few seconds before Miss Love’s voice snapped me back to reality.

“Would you like to keep going?” she asked, though she already knew the answer.

“Fuck yeah!” I still said, bringing an amused smile to the teacher’s lips.

“Lie down,” she instructed once she had regained her composure.

I was in position less than a second later. I waited for her to give her next command, but she remained quiet. Luckily, Black took the initiative and came to stand between my legs. Realizing what he was getting ready to do, I spread my legs to give him better access. Eagerly using it, he lowered his head to my pussy and began licking my labia.

“Oh god!” I moaned as I felt arousal shoot through me like a bullet. But instead of passing right through, it remained trapped and began to spread. By the time my lover’s spike-covered tongue finally stopped teasing my clit, I was hornier than ever before.

“What the…” I began when the feline’s tongue left my lower lips. Lifting my head, I found a sight that brought even more arousal to my body. Black was now placing his two front past on my stomach. His hind ones remained on the ground, but I barely even noticed because my gaze was focused on the erect manhood that stood between them. I had no idea how he had gotten aroused so quickly, but I honestly did not care. All that mattered was that it grew ever closer to my pussy.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” I thought. After all those years of wondering what my first time would be like, the moment had finally arrived. I had never pictured it happening like this, but there was no denying how much I craved the feel of my studly feline lover’s manhood inside me. And before I knew it, I happened.

“…fuck!” I finally finished as I felt the tip slide past my labia. I was soaking wet and his member easily slid into me. I feared Miss Love had lied and the spikes that lined my lover’s spear would tear at my pussy and ruin everything. But the barbs only tickled my slit as more and more of the shaft entered me. Before long, I had swallowed up every last inch and still not an ounce of pain was released. It was thus with a wide smile that I lay back and waited for my studly lover to get to work.

“Fuck me!” I begged after a few seconds of impatient craving. I had no idea cats could be trained, but this one sure as hell had, because the simple mention of the word “fuck” drove him wild. One second he was standing there, his spear buried deep inside me and the next he was pounding me like a wild animal.

“Oh yes!” I moaned. “YES!”

Black gradually increased the speed of his thrusts and, before long, I became unable to tell when his rod was in and when it was out. But all that mattered was the blissful feeling that filled me and that was what I concentrated on as my moans filled the room. I wanted to open my eyes and see if Miss Love was enjoying the show, but the intensity of the interspecies pounding was too overwhelming. It was thus in total darkness that I felt the most powerful orgasm of my life grow within me.

“I’m gonna cum!” I soon announced. I know it was probably my imagination, but I could have sworn I heard Miss Love giggle giddily. But I soon forgot about my beautiful teacher when I finally climaxed.

I released the most powerful moan of my life as my pussy came to life. I felt it convulse around the feline’s manhood. I expected this to be the extent of my orgasm, but after a few seconds, something I had previously though impossible happened. I began to squirt.

During my lifetime as a virgin, I must have pleasured myself over a thousand times, but never once had I squirted. But now that I was enjoying my virginity-losing orgasm, my unlucky streak came to an end. Powerful moans were released as wave after wave flowed out of me. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced and increased the intensity of my orgasm tenfold. It was so intense that I barely even felt it when Black climaxed. The only reason why I noticed at all was because his claws had begun digging into my skin. Luckily, they never penetrated my body.

By the time the final wave oozed out of me, I was completely exhausted. My chest rose and fell to the rhythm of my short breaths as I began the long recovery process. By the time I found the strength to sit, my lover had dismounted me and was now busy licking the cum that clung to his fur.

“What was quite impressive,” said Miss Love.

I felt myself blush.

“Thanks,” I muttered, suddenly self-conscious. But given everything I had just been through, I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I had done exactly what had been asked of me and I should feel proud. I did, but I also still felt quite horny.

“What now?” I asked.

Miss Love chuckled, amused by my eagerness.

“Your first lesson is over,” she explained. “You may spend the rest of the day however you like.”

I felt slightly disappointed, but not as much as when Miss Love stood up.

“I’m sorry, but I must go,” she said. “I have another class.” And without another word, she was gone.

I just sat there for the next few minutes, trying to wrap my head around everything that had just happened. It was a lot to take in, but I eventually realized a few things. First of all, I was not ashamed of what I had just done. Losing my virginity to a cat was the highpoint of my entire existence. Second of all, I could not wait to tell my mother all about it. But that did not mean I wanted my time at the bestiality school to end anytime soon. I still had a full month of bestial sex to look forward to and I was determined to enjoy every second of it.

To be continued in Lesson 2…

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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez

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