The Lap Bunny/Chapter 3
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The entire time, the vibrator continued to buzz away on Cream's clit as she rode one cock after another. Her actions felt like something in a dream. While the money she made from all this was a nice bonus, she cared a whole lot more about the sex, cumming in front of an audience, and servicing as many cocks as she could handle. A guy would eventually cum in her mouth, on her face and chest, or in her ass, and with a motion of bodies, the spent dick would quickly be replaced by another one, raring to go.
By the end of it, she made about two hundred Rings. Some of the boys went more than once and left only after their wallets were spent. Cream was caked in sperm, and her senses all but gone from her mind. After counting all the Rings up, Marine folded them up into her pocket for safekeeping. She'd hand them off to her friend once she regained her faculties.
"Hey, slut!" one of the boys said to her as the crowd cleared up. "You think you can clean up in time before next class starts?"
"Mhdmyeh." Cream mumbled. The chain vibrator was dormant again - Marine turned it off after the last guy finished - but in her mind, it was still running. Slowly, she was starting to get her senses back. Marine helped her to her feet, careful to not get any sperm on her fur or clothes. Cream's backpack was slung over the raccoon's other shoulder.
Marine led her into the locker room, which was right next to where Cream decided to have her gangbang. She dropped her backpack on the floor next to the entrance into the shower room, and carried Cream inside. She helped Cream down onto the floor, then went to the supply closet and grabbed a bottle of body wash.
She helped Cream clean off all the sweat and cum that accumulated on her body. The soap was lavender-scented, much like the kind Marine used at home, and it did wonders to cover up the overwhelming smell of masculnity that pervaded her at the moment.
Around her nether regions, Marine took great care to wash off and out the mess of cum that she accumulated in both her holes. She also scrubbed down the chain vibrator, removing it from Cream's clit for a brief moment to give it a thorough rinse before reattaching it. She still didn't understand how Cream could tolerate this thing pulling and buzzing at her clit for even a few seconds, let alone for the entire day. Marine would likely have gone insane by now. This was probably a testament to her sexual endurance as a rabbit.
While they were in the shower, Marine also removed Cream's clothes and rinsed off all the cum that drenched them. She wasn't going to be able to wear them again today, but fortunately, Cream was always prepared.
By the time she was finished washing her off, Cream was in full control of her faculties again. Marine fetched her some towels she liberated from a clean stack near the coach's office on the other end of the locker room. Cream dried herself off, being extra gingerly around her crotch so as to not accidentally tug at the chain.
"You don't plan on wearing wet clothes back to class, do you?" Marine asked.
"Of course not! I have some back up clothes in my bag for exactly this reason." Cream explained as she reached down to pull out a fresh set of clothes from one of the side pouches in her bag.
"Okay, how much stuff do you have in there?!" Marine exclaimed.
"Gotta always be prepared." Cream pulled out a pair of very short shorts, and when she slipped her pegs through the pant legs and pulled it up to her waist, Marine noticed that there wasn't a crotch on it! Cream gingerly readjusted the vibrator so it didn't get caught on the frayed fabric, her breath leaving her as her sore love button ached in protest from the unintended stimulation. Next went on a pair of white thigh high stockings and a white open back halter top.
Marine handed her the wet clothes, and after wringing the excess water out of them, Cream put them in the plastic bag the towel was kept in. In as well went the two vibrators after Cream extracted them from her pussy and ass.
"There, nice and clean." Cream said.
"It's insane that you do this every day." Marine said.
"No, not every day... just most days!" Cream giggled and hurried out the door ahead of them. Despite everything that had gone on, they still had a few minutes before the tardy bell rang. They double-timed it back to the classroom, though Cream's gait was staggered because of the vibrator bouncing around, tugging away at her clit in a desperate attempt to fly off. It was fortunate, then, when they hit the wall of students and their pacing died down to a slow shamble.
Around all these throngs of people, Marine was even more aware of her slutty exhibitionist friend and what she was and wasn't wearing. Her pussy lips, which had been fucked by multiple boys not even twenty minutes ago, were out in plain view and accentuated by her choice of apparel and strategic lack thereof, to speak nothing of the incredibly lewd vibrator vibrator egg that dangled in front of it. The abuse that she received all morning and the vigorous fucking her womanhood endured left her labia a bright pink and swollen with blood from arousal. She stole a few glances downward to admire it. It made Marine feel a little more daring.
To Cream's surprise, Marine reached down and grabbed the vibrator, tugging at her clit ever so lightly and pulling until the chain was taut. Cream moaned and stood on her tiptoes, holding onto her friend's shoulder as she teased her. She eventually let go, and Cream let out a sigh of relief.
Cream managed to get back to her desk despite her wobbling legs. Surprisingly, nobody was the wiser about what she was wearing, though someone dropped a note on her desk as they passed by. Cream looked back just in time to see a boy she recognized from the gang bang earlier - a white shepherd - give her a knowing wink and thumbs up befor etaking his seat. Cream pretended to read the note before crumpling and discarding it. It was probably just some invitation to a party or something; she got them frequently. She didn't care about those kinds of shenanigans. They were usually too tame for her and were otherwise full of boys with a complete lack of style or finesse, who just wanted to get their rocks off and drink beer.
Cream actually managed to behave herself for the next period of class as Alexander taught them about geology. Her activities in the first half of the day actually managed to burn out her industrial-strength libido for a while. The weight of the chain vibrator faded into a light sting in the back of her mind. It remained idle, and Cream didn't even notice it most of the time, except for when she would adjust her position in the chair.
When fifth period rolled around, they were back on math; another boring subject. For all the slutting around Cream did, and despite her exhibitionism, she wasn't a complete airhead. She actually understood algebra, geology and history - especially the latter, having seen more than a few of the more recent historical events firsthand - but school as a whole was completely boring to her. All of it was boring when she knew the subjects and couldn't do anything else once she was done with her work.
Cream looked up at Alexander, then the rest of the class. That white shepherd boy was sitting on the far left, in the second-to-last row of the desk. Occassionally he'd steal a glance over at Cream, but other than him, everyone else was fixated on Alexander explaining how to measure the volume of a parabolic solid.
Cream leaned down and sifted through her backpack's contents. Carefully, she extracted her secret weapon contained within. Said secret weapon was a brown horse dildo, over twelve inches in length and nearly as thick as her arm. It was actually a rather intimidating piece. Most girls would get lightheaded at the prospect of taking such a huge length, but Cream wasn't most girls. Hell, she took huge cocks like this before. The hard part would be trying to be inconspicuous while putting it in.
She welcomed the challenged.
Cream slouched down until her lower back was pressing against the edge of the seat and her chin could barely be seen over the desk. She pushed the end against her entrance, which had tightened up a little bit in the past hour. She relaxed her muscles for a moment before she pushed the tip past her labia. She shuddered as it spread her vaginal muscles very far apart. It felt less like she was getting penetrated by a cock and more like she was being fisted with a whole forearm. A forearm with a medial ring.
Cream moved the chain vibrator so it rested on her abdomen and then continued pushing the dildo into herself. She got siix inches in easily, and with every inch, she slowly sat back up into a normal seated position.
Eventually Marine took notice of what Cream was doing and watched intentnly in the corner of her eye. Her grip on her pencil tightened. How could such a small girl take in a massive cock like that? She must have done that a lot to take it in so easily.
Cream's butt met the seat once the rest of the length of the dildo was inside her. It pushed against her cervix and made a slight bulge in her stomach. She could feel every bump and vein rubbing against her insides. Her clit and G-spot burned like a torch.
Cream began moving her hips around on the seat, then up and down a few inches on the shaft. She breathed heavily through her nose. her nipples were poking out against the fabric of her shirt, and the vibrator tugged at her clit with every move she made. Once she got warmed up, Cream focused her attention back on her work.
Alexander came around, handing out their assignments for the day. When he approached Cream, he stared at her face and suddenly got this concerned look.
"Cream, are you alright?" he asked under his breath.
"Huh? Oh, y-yeah."
"Are you sure? Your face is all red and your cheeks are flushed."
"I'm fine." she insisted.
"Okay, if you say so, but if you start to feel ill, please tell me."
"Alright." Cream said, nodding her head. After Alexander finished handing out the papers, he sat back down at his desk. From his position, he immediately took notice of Cream's nether regions between her slightly spread apart legs. There was no way he couldn't see it; the blue of her pants contrasted too much with her beige and coffee cream-colored fur, and the silver instrument hanging from her clit stood out by a mile.
On top of that, she was clearly sitting on what looked to be a massive horse dildo. He could easily tell this since he was born with the real thing and was intimately familiar with its shape. Immediately it clicked in his brain; Cream wasn't feeling ill.
Alexander knew that Cream being a massive exhibitionist and promiscuous besides were more than just rumors; she flirted with him considerably one day for reasons he still couldn't understand. He knew some students would attempt sexual favors with teachers in exchange for better grades, but she was already an A student. There was absolutely no reason for her to do such things.
Cream started rolling her hips back and forth on the shaft. The instrument attached to her clitoris swung around like a pendulum. The flush on her face was an even deeper shade of red, and the entire time, she kept eye contact with Alexander.
He had to look away. It finally dawned on him. She was in it for the thrill itself, not for any gains besides. He wasn't sure if that was better or worse.
Cream continued to masturbate even until the end of the period. She was definitely persistent about trying to get his attention, and as much as Alexander didn't want to admit it, her efforts were working. This was once again one of those times that he cursed himself for being born a horse. He was no exception to the rest of his kin for having a massive beaver cleaver. When he first laid eyes on the dildo buried to the balls inside of her, his baguette of a horse cock strained against his jeans. Thankfully he elected to wear jeans today. Khakis would do nothing to hide his boner, but even in jeans, there was still a noticeable bulge that would be difficult to hide, especially in a room full of teens.
The period ended, and the students began to file forward with their completed classwork. Alexander took the opportunity to stand and move to the whiteboard and write down the subject of their next class. Cream stood and moved with the main cluster of students up to the teacher's desk to deposit her classwork. The dildo was still buried in her bunny hole. The head pressed against her cervix, and the medial ring was rubbing against her G-spot. Moving forward jostled it around, making her weak in the legs.
The tight congregation of students made it difficult to see it, but at least one other person, not including Marine, was aware of it. They gave a shocked and disgusted look as they passed by. Poo on them. They didn't know what they were missing.
When Cream sat back down, her full weight was centered on the dildo, driving it completely back into her. Cream's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she doubled over in bliss. Her vaginal muscles clutched the dildo in a rhythm, and she tried to count out each contraction. Seventeen... eighteen... nineteen... twenty. It was absolutely amazing and addicting, masturbating in the middle of class.
It was enough to reawaken the beast within her.