The Lap Bunny
Index
Cream woke up to the sound of her boxspring mattress squeaking and shuffling. She quickly became aware of the state of her body, awash with endorphins. She could feel something heavy and swollen inside her. The masculine figure of Roland on top of her, railing her with powerful thrusts, swam into view. He was breathing audibly through his nose from the effort.
Roland was a panther in his early 20s. He was supposedly a bartender at one of the places Cream's mom frequented. She brought him home last night, and after Vanilla was finally worn out by him, Cream took him back to her room to fuck him until she fell asleep.
His enormous cock spread her fourteen year old pussy far apart, which she enjoyed in and of itself, but the really unique part was the barbed head, which scraped against her vaginal walls and G-spot. Her crotch was warm from repeated orgasms she must have had in her sleep, and was already building up to another climax. No wonder she felt so lightheaded. Shame she wasn't awake earlier to actually feel them.
"Well good morning, cutie." Roland said, leaning down to kiss Cream on the lips.
"Huh... huh... how long have you been going?" she asked.
"Maybe half an hour?" he said, glancing briefly at the clock. "I figured you'd want a quick fuck before heading to school."
"Of course I do!" Cream threw her arms around Roland and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close. Somewhere, deep in the core of her body, she could feel his dick throbbing from imminent orgasm. Her heart raced in anticipation of him shooting a thick, creamy load deep into her. The sound of his dick pounding into her pussy sounded sloppier than normal, and the familiar "icky" feeling of it told her that he had already came inside her earlier. It was one of her most favorite sensations, but there was nothing like getting a fresh hot wad splashing against her cervix.
Roland slammed his full length down into her bunny hole, and grunted as he came inside her. Cream's eyes flickered and her entire body flexed and contracted at feeling his hot sperm splash into her and fill up her cunny. The sensation alone had proven from past experience to be more than enough to make her have a powerful orgasm.
Even after having sex for most of the night, Roland still had plenty of sperm left in him. Cream hoped that this fling her mom was having would last a while. Roland drew out of her once he was finished, and his sperm oozed out of her slightly gaping pussy.
"Mmmh, much better!" Cream said. She looked over at the clock on her nightstand. 6:15; time to get up.
"Need help getting ready?" Roland asked.
"Nah, not today." Cream well knew enough that he meant to fuck her in the shower more than actually help her clean up. The thought was enticing, but the last time she tried to have shower sex on a weekday, she was late to school.
Cream stumbled out of bed, her legs wobbly from multiple orgasms. She cupped a hand over her pussy to prevent the cum from spilling out onto the carpet. The stains were difficult to get out, and they had them shampooed recently. Making her way to the bathroom bowlegged, Cream was met by her reflection in the mirror when she entered the bathroom.
She had undergone a considerable transformation in the past year and a half. Since she hit puberty, Cream grew a huge pair of C-cup breasts. Her stomach flattened out thanks to some rigorous exercises, and she developed a light hourglass figure. She strongly resembled her mom, but their figures is where their similarities ended.
Cream had also collected a wide variety of piercings that peppered her body, including eyebrow studs, barbell nipple piercings, and thick earrings that ran down the entire length of her enormous floppy ears. The most prominent ones were the barbell piercings over her clit, permanently pulling back the hood on her oversized clit, and a large piercing that was pierced through the sensitive nub itself.
In the shower, Cream washed off her body with lavender-scented soap. Her body was coated with sperm from last night, when she had some action in an alley just across the street from the apartment complex she lived at. It took a bit of scrubbing before it washed off her fur like grease. There was dried cum all over her face, too; it surprised her at just how much there was caked over her whole body that she just forgot about.
To clean her insides, Cream grabbed a shower hose with a thin head that came off the end of the main shower head, and she adjusted the water flow to go through the hose. She pushed the head into her pussy and twitched and leaned against the wall. Her legs nearly gave out under her as she felt the hot water gush against her cervix like a nonstop ejaculation. She shuddered violently as it evoked a powerful orgasm. She toggled her pierced clit with her index and middle finger. She squirted a gout of musky fluid onto the tile wall, followed quickly by another.
Cream threw her head back and moaned heavily. She kept having one orgasm after another; if there was anything better than having sex, it was cleaning herself out afterwards. She simply kept cumming over and over, the euphoria surging through her body until her eyes watered. She came at least three more times before she pulled the shower head out of her. Her legs were trembling, and she fumbled with the shower head, trying to put it back in the bracket before washing off the rest of her body.
Once Cream was done showering, she wrapped herself up in a towel and made her way back to her room to dry off. Her bedroom walls were covered in very raunchy posters, mostly of Shadow the Hedgecock and KnuXXX the Echidna, their masculine, chiseled bodies fully on display and packing some serious heat between their legs. It was a fantasy of Cream's to one day fuck both of them at the same time. The vanity across from her bed was littered with makeup, lingerie that may or may not be dirty, and various sex toys that were assuredly recently used, along with some lube and cleaning agents.
Once she was mostly dry, Cream put on a pink G-string followed by a blue miniskirt that was cut much, MUCH too short. She would barely be able to move her legs without giving everyone a perfect view of her pussy, even though she was shorter than most of the other students in her class. The underside of her well-rounded butt cheeks could easily be seen even from a standing position.
And this is how she liked it.
Next, Cream threw on a pink tank top with the words "Will you be my daddy?" written on the front. Her erect nipples and piercings pushed out against the thin fabric, and one of the shirt straps slacked down one shoulder. Finally, she threw on a pair of pink and black-striped thigh high stockings before putting on her wedge-heeled shoes. It was an incredibly immodest, slutty ensemble, but one that she enjoyed.
Cream headed out into the living room, where she saw her mom Vanilla asleep on the couch. She was completely naked, with a thick trail of sperm oozing out of her pussy. Clearly some of Roland's handiwork. Roland himself was sitting at the dining table, helping himself to a cup of coffee. He put his pants back on since the last time she saw him. She preferred him without them.
Cream had multigrain toast and eggs for breakfast. It was a light breakfast, but filling, and she was planning on skipping lunch again today to fuck in the locker room. Vanilla at some point left to go shower as well, now that the bathroom was available. Roland left the apartment, as well. By the time Cream finished breakfast, Vanilla was out, squeaky clean with a small pink towel wrapped around her midsection.
Cream returned to her room to retrieve her backpack, though for her, this was a very loose description. Aside from the fact that books were increasingly electronic these days, it was stuffed full of sex toys of various sizes and shapes, modelled after a variety of animal cocks; knotted, flared, ridged, barbed and everything in between.
Fishing through the collection, Cream fished out a pink vibrator the same shape and size of an egg and pushed it against her tailhole. She instinctively clenched her anal muscles, but then allowed herself to relax and allow it to slip past her sphincter muscle with a little applied pressure.
Next, she pulled aside the G-string covering her plump, hot pink labia and pierced clit. Spreading apart her pussy lips with her middle finger, she slipped a second egg of the same color, size and shape into her folds. She then retrieved the switch clipped to the side of her backpack and turned it on. As the eggs sprung to life and vibrated deep within her body, Cream tried her best to keep her legs from trembling. She rolled her hips back and forth, taking a moment to savor the amazing bliss.
But she wasn't done yet. Cream went over to her vanity and retrieved a thin length of chain made of silver and about eight inches in length from a thin box. At one end was a lobster clasp, and the other end was an egg vibrator, but this one was made of stainless steel.
This was a new toy Cream had ordered online and came in the mail last week. She was an audacious and horny girl, but even she struggled to muster the courage to use this thing. Today felt different, though, like if she pushed herself, she could actually go the distance.
Putting one leg up on her bed, Cream toggled and tugged at the ring piercing her clit. Combined with the vibrations in the core of her body, she succeeded in making her clit erect and more pronounced from her labia. She then clasped the chain over the ring, and after a dramatic pause, knowing what was coming next, she let it drop.
The egg and chain combined were only about six ounces, but considering it was being held by the most sensitive part of her body, it might as well have weighed as much as an anvil.
Cream picked up the associated switch and activated it. The steel vibrator danced at the end of the chain, vibrating wildly. The length of the chain seemed to only intensify the sensations. Cream braced herself against the bed, her feet shaking violently. Her clit felt like it was going to tear off, but at the same time, her brain was wracked with mind-numbing bliss.
"Huaaaahh!" she cried out, then quickly turned all the vibrators off. If they kept going now, she'd never be able to make it to school. She grabbed the end of the steel vibrator and slipped it and most of the chain's length past her pussy lips, then readjusted her thong so it was back in its proper place. She could still feel the weight of the device, but at least now she'd be able to walk straight.
Cream grabbed her backpack and left her bedroom. Vanilla exited her room at the same time, wearing heels with a purple one-piece dress, the skirt cut very short like Cream's. The bustline of the dress was stretched taut by her massive breasts. The fabric barely concealed her nipples, but considering her line of work, what she elected to wear didn't really matter all that much.
"We're off to school, mom." Cream said, giving her mom a hug. Her head pressed into Vanilla's breasts. She was warm and soft to the touch, in a way that both comforted and aroused her.
"Goodbye, sweetie." she replied. "Now please behave today. I don't want to have to attend another parent-teacher conference because you got caught having sex again."
"No promises are made." Cream said cheekily. She loved sex, and loved having orgasms in public in front of everyone, but some people were just too prudish, apparently.
The two headed out the door, and they parted ways at the sidewalk, Cream heading east while Vanilla headed west. It was a short walk through the heart of Mobotropolis to get to school. Vehicle traffic was nearly bumper to bumper, but Cream moved at a steady pace, as pedestian traffic was fairly light. As she walked, Cream could feel the vibrators jostling around inside both her holes. They lay dormant, but her vaginal and anal muscles still clenched tightly around them. That exercise alone helped keep her nice and tight, which was very useful when she was getting railed in both her holes multiple times a day.
Cream could feel the moisture from her pussy starting to stain her thong. Just thinking about what they were going to do was threatening to push her over the edge. With every step she made, Cream could feel the slack in the chain jostling around, tugging at her love button.
"Heya, Cream!" exclaimed a voice behind her. Cream turned around to see Marine jogging up to her, her schoolbag weighing down the left side of her body. Puberty was generous with her, too; much like Cream, she also sported a respectable chest, though the rest of her body didn't keep pace with it. She still lacked the curves Cream gained from adolescence, but despite her lithe frame, she had some fine muscle definition. She wore a sleeveless hoodie, a pair of bike shorts, and black and green running shoes.
"Hello, Marine!" Cream greeted, giving her friend a tight hug. Almost right as they made contact, Marine found one of the buttons to Cream's vibrators, and she activated it. Which one, she was uncertain, but it made her thighs clamp together and her hug around Marine tighten.
"Nnnhhh!" she gasped as her clit and sensitive insides tingled again.
"Heh, you're pretty crazy!" Marine said. "You're gonna masturbate in class again?"
"Th-that's the plan, but at this rate, I don't know if I'll survive to do it!" Cream replied. "Now stop teasing me!"
"Man, you are nuts." Marine said, turning off the vibrator. "I wish I had the kind of courage you did! You know you're gonna get caught one of these days, right?"
"That's kinda the idea." Cream said. "What's a little fun without risk?"
The two arrived at the school, which was a large two-story building several hundred meters across and shaped like a bracket. Hundreds of students mingled in the schoolyard, talking, eating some kind of breakfast snack, or hastily scribbling down last minute answers on their homework assignments. Their classroom was on the first floor of the building, in one of the wings. It was about five minutes till class started, but the door was already open. Inside, their teacher, an Arabian horse in his mid-20s named Alexander, sat behind the desk in the opposite corner of the room, correcting tests and other student paperwork. He was dressed in business casual; a white dress shirt and dark blue jeans. He looked up at the three as they walked in, giving them an acknowledging nod, though once he saw what Cream was wearing, his brow furrowed with distaste and he shook his head, but he returned to his work with no comment.
Cream sat down at her seat, second row from the front. Marine's seat was right next to Cream's. She leaned down to retrieve what few school supplies she had from her backpack, when she realized her vibrator controllers were missing. She looked up to see Marine sitting right next to her. She looked over and discreetly, but tauntingly, flashed the controllers at her.
Cream's heart immediately started racing. She planned on edging herself slowly and trying out her new vibrator toy at her own pace. In Marine's unsubtle hands, she didn't know how she'd react or if she'd be able to keep herself under control! The entire class could easily find out she was masturbating in class! Not that that would necessarily be a bad thing, but the last time her mom was called in, it took a lot of persuading the school board to not put her in a chastity belt.
Cream tried her best to keep her breath steady. With how intense the vibrations could get, based on her trial run at home, the merciless weight of the egg tugging against her clit, and the anticipation of cumming again and again, she didn't know if she'd be able to actually stay silent. It was bad enough just waiting for the bliss to hit. The fact that she woudln't know when Marine would start was just an extra perverse layer that was guaranteed to send her over the edge.
Cream gently and subtly tugged at the chain, letting the steel egg drop out of her, between her legs and off the seat. When the chain went taut, it felt like Cream got pulled forward by an anchor. She did her best to keep her voice down, but a tiny squeak still snuck past her lips. She clamped her legs together to hide the vibrator as Alexander looked up for a brief moment.
Once the first bell rang, the students filed into the classroom. First a few early birds, then the main bulk of the class, and finally a few stragglers who just barely avoided the tardy bell. With that, the first period class began. The entire time, as Alexander was up in front of the class, pacing back and forth lecturing about Dr. Eggman's uprising and the early days of the Freedom Fighters, Cream was fully aware of the weight pulling at her pink pearl. The feeling was delightful in a way that could not be described, and she was quickly addicted to it. Slowly, she began to inch her legs further apart, waiting, anticipating and dreading when Marine would throw the switch and send her to heaven.
As she took notes and followed along in the textbook, Cream wondered which one Marine would activate first. She wanted her to start off with the clit vibrator. Hell, she didn't care about the other vibrators anywhere nearly as much as the one currently conspiring with gravity to torment her, but if Marine was going to bully her like she did most boys, she'd save that one for last.
The minutes crept by at a glacial pace, and half an hour into class. Cream began to forget about Marine's plan to torture her. She was constantly aware of the vibrator dangling at the end of the chain, but not the scheme associated with it. For the moment, Cream was content with the incredible pleasure it brought her.
Almost an hour into the hour and a half lesson, Cream's Kegel muscles clamped down like an airlock as the buzzer in her ass sprung to life and began to vibrate at a low frequency. It was time, and she wouldn't be able to get Marine to stop without alerting the whole class. She did this plenty of times before, so she was used to the routine, but the chain vibrator was a new addition, and there was no telling how she'd be able to handle it once it began, IF she could handle it at all.
Cream's thighs clamped together again as the vibrator in her squishbox sprung to life as well. Both it and the anal vibrator oscillated at a higher frequency now, though it was still mute to the rest of the class. Cream tried her very best to not utter a sound during all this. She could feel her crotch going numb as she was pulled ever closer to the edge of a powerful orgasm; one she couldn't pull herself away from, and the chain was the anchor threatening to pull her into the abyss.
This last stretch of the torture lasted the longest, it felt; longer even than the wait beforehand, at least to her. Cream's breathing was getting shaky, and she tried to breathe through her nose to minimize the noise and avoid the teacher getting suspicious. Marine stole frequent sidelong glances as she worked on her own assignments. She hid the vibrator controllers in the pocket of her hoodie. She didn't know why there were three of them until she saw the chain vibrator dangling down between Cream's legs. While she imagined how painful it would be to have her clit pierced and subsequently tugged on by a weighty vibrator, she was somewhat jealous of Cream at the moment.
Finally, with ten minutes left in class, when Cream thought it would never come, the chain vibrator sprung to life. It dangled back and forth on the chain, htough it made no noise, even as it oscillated at a frequency higher than Cream was prepared for. It was substantially more powerful than the other two, and that didn't even factor in the fact it was being solely supported by the most sensitive part of her body.
Cream's eyes rolled in the back of her head as she came. She beats the odds and actually managed to not utter a single sound during the whole ordeal, but in reality, the orgasm was so unbelievably powerful, she nearly drifted into unconsciousness when her climax hit. The desk chair became drenched with her moisture. She leaned forward to brace herself against the desk. The wave of bliss just kept on coming, and there was no sign that it would stop. She ended up having the sloppiest handwriting on her work that day.