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This idea popped into my head yesterday, and now here it is - a young bunny woman doing whatever it takes to save her parents' marriage.

I wonder what writer's block feels like. It sounds so restful...

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Beth fished around in her purse for her house keys well before reaching the door. Dad was still at work, and odds were good her mom was too. She was a realtor so she didn't have fixed hours but instead tried to arrange things so she was out of the house while her hubby and daughter were, so they could spend as much time together as a family. A nice schedule thrown a little off-whack since the white lapine teen's swim practice had been canceled. Several people who used the pool had come down with a rash, so to play it safe they were closing them down and giving the whole place a serious clean. A bit of a pain in the puff, but better that than having itchy patches of bare, red skin marring her fluffy white coat.

The door was locked, so she figured she'd at least have the house to herself. Beth figured she could still get good and soaked by enjoying a nice long bubble-bath. Not an alternative to a good swim by any means, since soaking lazily in a tub wouldn't have given her the body even now bouncing softly as she made her way upstairs. Swimming had given the eighteen year old magnificent tone that even a rabbit's luxurious coat couldn't hide. Bunny gals tended to be a bit bottom-heavy if not careful, but her thighs were nothing short of perfect and the butt under her puff-tail was round but firm and flawlessly curved. Her chest had what would be more aptly called 'boobies' rather than 'breasts' or 'tits', but a modest bust had its perks, like bailing on a bra when you wanted them to catch someone's eye. Not like her mom who…

“Ngghghhhoooaaahh!"

…seemed to be home. Rabbit hearing is every bit as keen as the rumors suggest, and even though he noise came from upstairs and no doubt through a closed door, Beth knew instantly what it was. And what her mother was doing. Nothing wrong with a bit of… that, her mother was certainly an attractive woman still in her sexual prime. A bit strange for a married woman to be playing with herself, but she knew what it was like when you got antsy and you just needed to... clear your head. Besides, with her in the house it wasn't like her and dad could boink like bunnies any time they wanted. Again, rabbit hearing.

Man, when I go to college in the fall those two are gonna be at it! Hope I don't wind up with a sibling. She thought with a giggle.

Her sneakers were off so she carefully made her way up on her big bunny toes, silent as a ninja as she made her way to her bedroom. Once there she would put on her big headphones and play something loud enough to drown out the noises of mom's 'me time'. Until then she was trying to keep from giggling, her cheeks blushing at the sounds her mom was making as she got herself properly worked up.

“Nhoooo, don't pull out!" That one made Beth pause with one foot in the air and one ear perked. True, she herself had, in the heat of passion murmured things like 'Oh yeah, big boy!' or 'Harder!' but mom must really be using her imagination if she…

“Get your legs up… yeah, like that…" said a voice that was definitely not her mother's.

Beth's paw slapped against her muzzle to stifle a shocked gasp at hearing a male's voice inside the bedroom of her moaning mother. Okay, stay calm… it didn't sound like dad, but you never heard him when he was… uhhhh, with mom. Maybe he gets all growly and manly? Maybe she asks him to? It seemed… plausible, and something Beth desperately wanted to believe. True, no one wants to hear their dad tell their mom where to put her legs, especially in a tone that had her tail twitching, but at least it means they're still deeply in love and that her world wasn't falling apart around her.

“Nggooooahhhhhyeaaahhh, baby! Mngghhh, you're so big!" came her mother's moan. Way, way too much information, and yet at the same time not quite enough. Swallowing past a dry throat, Beth forced herself to keep her ears perked, enduring the grunts and gasps long enough to get some piece of mind. Come on mom, help me out there. Just say 'Tyler' and I can get away from…

“Nghhhh, you're so tight!" growled the male.

You're not helping! Come on mom, just please…

“Mhooooohhh, deeper. Y-yeah, right there! Oh God, Miles!"

At the mention of that name Beth fell back against the wall and a second later slid down until she was sitting in the hallway, listening her mom getting banged by the hare from three houses down. Her fingers were buried in the mop of carrot-colored hair, different and in her opinion inferior to the platinum blonde her mom had. The hair that blends so fabulously with her fur, and now no doubt blending just as well with the sheets it was spread all over as her mom spread herself for their neighbor.

Up until this moment Beth had been certain that she was lucky enough to be born into a perfect family. Her parent's had never fought, never raised their voices at her or each other. True, she'd never seen them display anything more than innocent affection, never more than a kiss on the lips or an innocent hug, but she was sure they were just being appropriate around their little girl and that they were fucking like bunnies the moment her back was turned, like all parents should.

“Mnngghhh, that's it baby. Ouughh God… fuck me… fuuuhhhck… fuuuu…" her mother moaned, finishing in a pitch that even lapine ears couldn't register. Miles didn't even slow down while her mother was obviously cumming her brains out, and with the rabbit woman quiet the meaty slaps were no reaching Beth's ears.

Oh my God, she's… mom's cheating on dad! How long has… what do I…

Through the panic one idea seemed to click in her brain. She'd have to confront… someone! Mom, Dad, both… and if she did, she'd need… proof. Proof she could get now or never. Her hand was shaking as she dug out her phone and switched the camera to record video. She opened the door gently, not that those two could hear it. A crack was enough to give her an earful of her mother moaning, the old hare grunting, and the bed banging against the wall. She kept the phone low as she pushed the lenses in, keeping her eyes on the screen as she tilted it just right…

She covered her mouth again at the sight on the screen. It was an… awkward angle, catching the rutting pair from behind. It was mostly the brown-furred bulk of Mr. Harris, but there were hints of her mother, like the white feet with dainty pink footpads resting on the male's shoulders, and the snowy white rump that was visible whenever the hare pulled out. Oh…my…GOD!

Beth's eyes went as wide as her mother's splayed pussy at the sight of a long, thick bunny-buster being polished by the lapine labia as Miles fucked the woman who'd made her pancakes that very morning like she was a cheap whore. His strokes were long but hard as he drove down into her enough to bounce her against the mattress, setting a pace that should have been brutal but that her mother had quite distinctly asked for and now seemed to be enjoying.

The clap of his swollen sack against her mom's ass was obscene as the two heavy testes slapped against the pink pucker visible just under the point where the two were joined. Hares were a good deal bigger than rabbits, but Mr. Harris seemed bigger than most hares judging by the monster he was pumping in and out of his moaning lover.

“Nghhhh, getting close. Fuck Chloe, you always grip me like a vise when you cum… you ready, sugar?" he asked in a growling, grunting voice that made a shudder run down Beth's spine and into her puffy tail. Her mother's response, while enthusiastic, was unintelligible.

The brown fur bulk shifted, the hare leaning forward and planting his hands near her mom's head as he practically folded the housewife over. Her mother did Yoga, and it showed, but it had never showed as much as it did now. Once he was set, the hare turned into a jackrabbit. Beth whimpered into the paw covering her mouth as her neighbor turned into a beast, rutting her mom like the world was about to end and this was his last chance to cum. The white feet were bouncing against his shoulders now, toes flexing and curling as he humped her like a stray dog humps a bitch in heat.

She saw her mother's arms wrap around him, dull claws digging furrows in the thick fur of the male's muscular back, flexed as his hips pounded away. There was another keening wail, one rising in volume until Miles presumably pressed his lips to his climaxing lover's. Her mother's toes were curled up almost painfully, the tail pressed against the mattress quivering as the male on top of her grunted.

“Mmmmrrghhh, there's a good slut. Take it all girl…" the buck groaned, grinding against the poor pussy now completely blocked from view, his fat nuts twitching as he seeded Beth's mom, calling her a slut while he took her in their parent's bedroom.

“Mhhhooooohhhh, you know how to make a girl feel special…" she heard her mom coo happily shortly after, giggling while the guy was still blowing his wad inside her. “But just 'a girl', right? I know I'm selfish, but I couldn't bear the thought of sharing you…" she murmured.

“You're the only one that I need. Speaking of which, how long am I going to be sharing you?"

“Just a little longer, pinkie promise. Tyler doesn't love me half as much, or as well, as you do, but I just couldn't do that to Bethany. But she'll be leaving the nest soon, so I might just spread my wings…"

“Just as long as you keep spreading these…" Miles said, presumably patting one of the legs resting against his shoulder. It was a little more than Beth could stand, especially when her mother giggled in response to the lewd remark.

Realizing she'd pushed her luck as far as it would go. She slipped the phone away, closed the door and silently made her way out of the house while the two recovered. Zombie-like, she shambled down the sidewalk and made her way to the nearby park, where she just sat and tried to collect her thoughts. Mom was cheating on dad, she was considering leaving him. Okay, dad wasn't exactly built like Mr. Harris, and she couldn't imagine him railing mom like that and calling her a slut, but he loved her! Up until now she was sure that they loved each other.

Mom was being so casual about it, but she knew it would break her father's heart. Maybe she's just… temporarily insane? Like a mid-life crisis? Maybe that big brown jackass seduced her? Maybe I didn't just see her letting him fold her like origami, call her a slut and drill her into the mattress? Her thoughts turned to the phone, and proof that she didn't just imagine everything. What good was it though? She couldn't show it to dad, ever! It would crush his heart. If she confronted her mom… what if that just pushes her away from her family? Into the paws of that… that fucker!

No, she had to burn that bridge! Maybe… yes, her mother had sounded serious about him not sleeping with anyone else! She's not looking for just sex on the side, she wants him to be serious about her, about them. What she needed was video proof, but proof of him being unfaithful – a lying, cheating jerk toying with her mom's emotions and using her for sex! It was amazing that she could think of anything in that state, and she supposed that had her brain been working normally she would never hatched the plan. A plan to save her parent's marriage, to save her family. She'd just have to… with him and… and film it…

“Ohhhhh, fuck!"

*******

Okay Beth, you can do this! You've flirted with boys, you know the game… just get one horny old hare to hump you, get it on video and you never have to go near the home-wrecker again…

She pushed that angry thought out of her head, putting on her best, brightest smile. She couldn't do sultry the way a vixen does, couldn't pull a feline's femme fatale vibe, but when it came to a 50/50 blend of cute and sexy, you can't beat a bunny! Part of her wanted to stomp to Miles' house, to poke her finger in the guy's chest and tell him to stay the fuck away from her mom. But that wasn't the plan. The plan, such as it was, would involve him poking her and not with his finger. And not in her chest. Probably. Then again, if she could get this done just by letting the old buck fuck her tits, it would certainly be less creepy than letting him fuck her silly. The way he fucked her mom. Yeah, she definitely didn't want that!

His garage door was open and she smiled at her luck. This was better than knocking on his door. She was just passing by, she'd say hello like the nice bunny girl she was. The fact that she was wearing shorts she'd outgrown years ago and that her breezy top was leaving her midriff bare and her nips on display were minor idiosyncrasies.

“Hey there Mr. Harris!" she said, walking up his driveway while the hare hunched over a bicycle fixed on a frame.

“Miles please, Bethany." he said, waving a hand smeared with black grease at her.

“Only if I can be Beth!" she chirped back, hands behind her back. Demure, girlish and just coincidentally framing her perky tits the perfect way. “I never knew you fix that thing yourself…" she said, referring to a pricey-looking cross-country bicycle. She knew that Miles rode it as often as he could, staying in good enough shape to make her mother squeal like a virgin sow. Perfect!

“Yeah, they half-ass a lot of the work they do in the shops and take forever doing it. Just getting the new brake pads fitted…"

“You know, I was hoping to do a little cycling once school's done, but my bike's been in the garage for ages and I think it needs some work before I can ride it. Do you… oh, but I don't want to impose…" she said, swiveling her shoulders a little, at just the right moment. Her little tits were perky, but she knew how to work with perky. His eyes were on them before he replied.

“Well if you can wheel it over, odds are there's nothing wrong I can't fix. Tell you what, I'm just about done here, why don't you bring your bike in and I'll see what I can do…" he said, eyeing her tits without trying to look like he was doing it.

“Oh thank you Mr. … I mean Miles…" Beth said, pronouncing her name sweetly and making sure to put a little bounce in her step and swing in her hips as she walked away.

So far so good, but the next part's going to be the… hard one.

*******

Beth didn't know much about bikes, but it turns out you don't need to know much to mess one up. She loosened a few screws, let a few cords go slack, and managed to make her rear wheel go a little askew. Not good enough to ride, but something Miles could easily fix. And then it would be time for the grateful Beth to 'find some way of repaying him'. She shuddered a little not only at the idea of having sex with a guy her mom's age, but also a guy who's having sex with her actual mom.

But by the time she wheeled her bike to him she was once again looking like the sweet girl next door. The frame was empty and Miles had ditched the old grease-stained shirt he'd been wearing. Okay, so for an old guy he didn't look too shabby. His stomach wasn't as trim as a high-school seniors, but he didn't have a gut either. Quite a bit of bulk on his body but no flab. As he approached her and took her bike she was also reminded he was a hare, not a rabbit like her dad. He stood a head taller than her and easily hoisted her bike into the frame meant to hold it while he worked.

“Okay, let's see what we're working with here…" he said, and began turning he pedals, watching the wheels and trying the gears and brakes.

“How bad is it, doc?" she asked, staying close behind him.

“He'll live…"

“What makes you think it's a he?" she said in a cute bubbly tone.

“Well I guess I just don't see you riding a girl…" he replied and she forced herself to giggle at his idea of flirting. She couldn't afford to be critical, she had to go full on teen bimbo and just get this over with. With that in mind she leaned over his shoulder while he worked, closer and closer. First close enough for him to smell her perfume with every breath, and then close enough for her breasts to brush against his back as he hunched over her bike.

“Oooops! Sorry about that…"

“I don't mind if you don't…"

“Oh you!" she said, playfully swatting his bare shoulder. The image of her mom's foot dangling just over that same shoulder suddenly made her want to wash her hand before she realized how ridiculous it was. Get that out of your mind, you'll be touching worse things than a shoulder. And those things had been in contact with worse parts of mom than her foot!

“Guess I just like to watch a man working with his hands…" she said, making sure to lean in as close as she dared. When she rested her hands on the hare's broad shoulders, she saw him rummage around in his pocket. A second later there was a whirr and the garage door began to close. To her it felt like a stone door closing in some creepy ancient temple, and she fought the instinct to bolt and dive under it in the last second. But if she did she doubted she'd get a second chance. And besides, things were going well – Miles wasn't giving them privacy because he's about to gently push her away…

“That should just about do it. But this seat looks like its set way too low. Would you mind just getting on it?" Miles said as he took the bike off the frame. Beth kept smiling at him as she threw one leg over it and let her tush settle down on the narrow seat.

“Yeah, way too low. Do me a favor, just push that pedal all the way down and straighten your leg…" he said, and once she did that Beth felt her ass rise several inches off the bicycle seat.

“Okay, let's just loosen this… seatpost's a little stuck just need to…" he grunted, twisting the steel rod the saddle was attached to until it suddenly came loose and the seat he'd been trying to pull up smacked Bath flat on her crotch. She cried out as leather met pussy with nothing but thin cotton separating them.

“Sorry, did that hurt?"

“N-no, it just… caught me by surprise…" she said in a breathy voice, giving her tail a few twitches that she hoped looked like a lusty reflex.

“Like riding down an old cobblestone road, huh?" he said, fixing the seat post in place while keeping his eyes on the ass sitting a foot away from his face. Beth forced herself to giggle at the sleazy line, shifting on the saddle so that she'd have a nice eye-catching camel-toe when she got off. God, what does mom see in this guy?

“There, that should be a more comfortable ride…" he said, getting up and letting her catch a glimpse of his tented shorts. Well, that I guess…

Miles caught her staring, which was good. It was less good that she hadn't intended to stare. Yeah, that thing would definitely make a woman giggle at sleazy compliments. Beth wasn't a virgin and she'd worked up the courage to come here by reminding herself that one of her boyfriends had been a canine, and she'd even taken his knot. True, he'd been a Jack-Russell and she'd whimpered a little as he swelled up, but it was still brave. And a hare's practically a rabbit, just a little more than she was used to.

“Oh, uhh… did I do that?" she said, pointing down with her eyes and chewing her lip, knowing that with her big bunny teeth it was always a look that kept tents up.

“Yeah sorry, it's got a mind of its own." Miles said, not sounding sorry at all.

“Well, you know… you did fix my bike. I'd feel kinda bad about just leaving you like… that…" she said, taking a step closer to him.

“Didn't think you were that kind of girl…" the old buck said, not sounding very disappointed in her.

“That's because every boy I've been with has been discreet… can I count on you not to brag?" she husked, reaching a hand out and brushing it gently along the bulge in the older man's shorts.

“I closed the door didn't I?"

Okay, here goes nothing… she thought to herself, giving the bulge she was teasing a firm grip. A shudder went through her as she felt the girth of the old perv flexing against her palm, batting her eyelashes at him until he cupped her chin with a hand that still smelled of grease, tilting her head up as he lowered his muzzle to hers. As they kissed she had to admit he was a good kisser, enough to keep her from thinking about the fact that this tongue was recently also in her mother's mouth, and more than likely in other parts of her mother.

Playing the part of a slutty girl next door, she released Miles' bulge and slipped her paw inside her shorts. The shape was familiar enough, as her fingers teased along the leaky glans, wrapping around a hard fleshy shaft. Basic bunny anatomy, just a little more of it than she was used to. Nothing her kitty couldn't handle. And if worst came to worst, it wouldn't be the first time she'd spent a night with a bag of frozen peas between her thighs. Fucking knots…

When they broke their kiss there was an expectation in the old buck's eyes, and Beth wasn't about to disappoint. The concrete floor of the garage wasn't exactly comfy as she knelt down in front of him, but she had no intention of staying down there very long. She just wanted to get this old fucker good and riled up to do something reckless, like fucking the daughter of the woman he was having an affair with.

Pulling his shorts down revealed an erection that was everything her hand said it was. She pushed back a lock of ginger hair as she opened her muzzle, twirling her tongue around the blunt tip before giving the underside a nice flick. He didn't smell the way boys her age did, but it wasn't exactly an old man smell either. And to her absolute relief he smelled nothing like a mature rabbit woman. After a few more licks and some stroking and squeezing she pushed her lips over her incisors and just barely managed to open her mouth wide enough to swallow his purplish glans. She moaned around him like a good teen slut, managing to take half of his cock before she felt him hit the back of her throat.

When a beefy hand settled on her head she was worried the old perv would start fucking her face, which would have been bad, and blowing his load without her getting it on film, which would have been worse. Fortunately he just settled for mussing her hair with… ugh, he hadn't even washed the black grease off his paws! But Beth just moaned around him and flicked her ears back like a subby little slut. So what if his hands are dirty? It's not like she didn't intend to take at least one long, thorough shower after this…

She kept it up for a few minutes, getting a little more into what she was doing that she'd initially intended. She bobbed her head up and down on as much of the old hare as she could manage while stroking the rest and reaching out to fondle his sack, the same one she'd seen slamming against her mom's pucker as the buck plowed her in her parents' bedroom. But the moment Miles seemed to be getting anywhere close to busting a nut, she pulled her mouth off his cock, giving it a kiss and rubbing the shaft against her cheek as she looked up at him. She didn't want to look like she was getting cold feet, but she wasn't sure how many goes the middle-aged hare had in him, so she had to make this one count.

“So, I'm getting kinda worked up down here… you mind if we move this inside so you can show me what this thing can do to a girl?"

It must have taken less than a minute from her uttering those words to her sitting down on Miles' bed. He'd kept his hand on her ass all the way to his bedroom and she'd made sure to giggle and lean against him. And now here she was, stripping her slutty outfit off as the old hare finally remembered to wash his grease-monkey paws! As she pulled her top off and shimmied out of her very snug shorts, she spared a glance at her phone, propped up against a lamp and recording. It had a good shot of the bed, and it would be sure to catch… whatever was about to happen.

When Miles came out of the bathroom he was buck naked, that is - a naked buck. Okay, so all that cycling did kinda pay off, and she had to admit that when it came to physique her dad probably seemed a bit skinny in comparison to the athletic hare. And she knew for a fact that those muscles weren't for show. She had no idea how long he'd been fucking her mother before she peeped on them, but she remembered the finale, even though she hadn't worked up the nerve to watch the video she took of the two of them. In less than an hour, I'll have two. I'll be able to compare who he nailed harder – me or mom…

His cock was still hard and bobbing up and down as he walked up to her, which she took as a sort of compliment. He wasn't squeamish either, leaning down to give her a tongue-kiss even though she hadn't brushed her teeth since having his cock in her muzzle. She had an ex who was really particular about that. Suppose that's why he's an ex… she thought as Miles gently pushed her down, keeping her lips locked with hers as he laid her back on the mattress and leaned over her. Her back arched a little as a strong hand grasped her perky tit, a paw-pad running across a nipple and making it stick out. She knew for a fact that she couldn't compare to her mother when it came to a hand-filling pair of boobs, at least not until she's had a bunny of her own, but if Miles was disappointed he sure hid it well.

He'd spent minutes groping her firm young breast quite expertly before moving his hand down her trembling tummy. Eighteen and a swimmer, she was sure mom couldn't beat the trim, firm muscles lying under that lush white fur, and she was a little pleased with herself when Miles just ran his hand up and down it, either admiring her or giving her belly rubs before moving down. He hadn't spent more than a few seconds cupping her smooth pink slit before plunging two fingers in! Beth would have been offended by such brutish treatment, but she soon realized that she was wetter than she thought she'd be. Why would Miles bother treating her like a young lady when she was dripping like a slut?

The fingers were rough, thick, but when the curled they still made her whimper into the old hare's muzzle. She could feel her heart start to race, her breathing coming in a little faster as every breath she took carried the scent of a male who… really didn't smell all that bad, now that she thought about it. Then again it was hard to be objective with his fingers pumping her pussy. When their lips parted she looked down to see the hare's erection staring her in the face as it leaked on her thigh. Smile for the camera, you old bastard… she thought, steeling herself for what she came here to do.

“Do you have a condom?" she husked, clearly a sign that it was time to move on to the main event.

“You're not on the pill?" Miles asked, meaning that he didn't have any rubbers!

“No…" Beth replied, not bothering to hide her frustration.

What kind of horny old bastard doesn't keep condoms around? Okay, so he didn't need them with mom, 'cause she was on the pill. And Beth also took them when she was going steady with someone, but boys she didn't know very well wore rubbers if they got lucky. She'd debated with herself whether to bring a couple, but that would have looked suspicious. She knew that she was going to wind up in this guy's bed, but he didn't need to know that. And she didn't even have her purse with her! That would have meant that she'd gone home to get her bike and then just slipped a little foil packet into her pocket, on the off-chance she winds up riding her neighbors cock. Not even a boy scout is that prepared.

“Well not to worry girl, I can still scratch that itch… Why don't you turn 'round and let me have a look at that little butt of yours?" he said, standing up and looking expectantly.

Beth tried to look eager and slutty as she turned around, laying her arms down on the bed and arching her back as she flagged her tail. Did this old fuck really think she was stupid or slutty enough to let him go bareback? When he climbed into bed and knelt behind her she was worried, but was a little relieved when he laid his hands on her rump and leaned in. Okay, so he's going to eat her out and probably expect her to blow him, but if they were trading oral, why not just sixty-nine? Did old people not know about that one, or was he just…

Her train of thought was derailed when she felt those strong hands dig into her firm young buns, spreading them apart as wide as they could go and leaving her very… exposed. So exposed there was no mistaking the warm breath against her pucker, a sure sign that her pussy was out of luck. Her worst fears were confirmed when she felt a tongue swipe against a place where no tongue had gone before. It was a sure fire way to void pregnancy, but was he seriously thinking of sticking… that in there!? She looked down along her body and Miles' cock didn't look any smaller when seen upside-down…

“Don't worry sugar, I'm not gonna give you anything you can't handle. Just relax and open up for me…" he said, Beth's brain barely registering he'd called her by the same pet name he used on her mom.

She knew she must have clenched up after that first lick, but if she backed out now than it was all for nothing. Taking a deep breath, the bunny girl relaxed and let the buck behind her get just a little deeper. She'd cleaned very thoroughly back there since… well one of her boyfriends liked to stick his thumb under her tail while doing her doggy, and she'd enjoyed the kinky bit of butt-play enough to get into the habit of cleaning up before playtime. But even Steve had never rimmed her, not to mention that the most she ever had back there was a thumb.

Okay, you can do this… you don't have to like it… in fact, it's even better if you don't! We hate this guy, remember? Just make it look good, you've gotten him horny enough he probably won't last longer than a minute. You can survive a minute! The pep talk helped relax her a little, and the old perv behind her took good advantage, burying his muzzle between her perfect bunny-buns as he lapped away at the pristine pink pucker yielding slowly to steady pressure.

“Mind taking over for me?" he said, releasing her cheeks and making Beth blush as she placed her hands on her ass and spread herself wide for him. She soon realized why he needed his hands when fingers settled on her clit and dove back into her neglected pussy.

“Hhhooohhhh my… fuck!" she squeaked out as every sensitive part she had down there came under assault.

Okay, so the old perv had some tricks up his sleeve. At least it would hopefully help her loosen up. She knew that this might end up feeling good, but that didn't mean anything. Her own hand felt good when she played with herself but she wasn't emotionally attached to it. And how many cucumbers and carrots had made a younger Bethany squirt and squeal, only to be discarded pitilessly once she was done using them?

She'd spaced out a little, but while she was busy de-humanizing Miles and reducing him to the status of a vegetable, he'd been busy using his tongue to open up her ass and using his fingers on her pussy to keep her from realizing he was doing it. She only came to when he pried his muzzle away from her dilated pucker and leaned over her to rummage around in his nightstand. When he fished out a tube of lubricant, Beth was relieved but also annoyed. Who has lube just lying around, but no condoms?

Her ears caught the sound of goo being squirted out on a finger, but she was still caught off-guard when a finger pressed against her rosebud, smearing cold goo into the silky pink flesh. She'd clenched up at the initial touch, but relaxed as Miles worked the lube in a steady circular motion. The moment she had relaxed the finger slipped in, the entry perfectly smooth but still intense. Beth gripped fistfuls of bedsheet, fighting the urge to clench around the finger smearing lube around inside the tightness of her ass.

She felt the finger going in and out, slowly but knuckle deep every time. She gasped when a second finger slid in, more easily than she would have expected. The rimming session really seemed to have loosened her up back there, but two fingers were one thing and the length of hard hare waiting to slip in was something else. Fingers pumped her ass, fingers pumped her pussy, bizarre noises were coming out of her muzzle and her phone was capturing all of it – every sight and every sound. Miles pulled his fingers out all the way save for the tips, using them to spread her open as he squeezed some lube out directly into her loosened ass. She already felt pretty sloppy back there, and she knew it would be a lot worse once the perv emptied his fat sack under her tail.

When all fingers were pulled out form all of her holes she griped the sheets tighter, her whole body tensing once she felt his glans nestle in the center of her loose, slippery ring. Her tail shivered and she fought an urge to flag it down. She couldn't chicken out, she was so close, it was almost over! She'd kissed this jerk, sucked his cock and let him eat and finger her ass, and it was all for nothing if she wussed out before he was done. Taking a deep breath, she arched her back and pushed her ass out just enough for him to spread her open. There was a bit of pressure back there, lubed flesh straining until in a split second the glans popped in and she hissed in pain.

“Easy girl… just relax, hard part's over…" he said, talking to her like she was a dog. But then he pushed his thumbs into the little dimples at the top of her ass and it felt so good she almost forgave him.

God, I can feel his heartbeat…

The horny old hare's heart was racing almost as bad as hers was, but he kept himself still until the reflexive clenches of Beth's ass died down. The he started pushing, and pushing and pushing… Beth's eyes were rolling back by the time she felt his hips meet her buns and she couldn't believe it that the whole goddamned thing was in her. Her pussy could usually stretch around something girthy but it took a while for a gifted boy to hilt himself inside her. Her pucker was still hurting from the initial stretch and from being wrapped tight around the hare's fat cock, but depth didn't seem to be a problem. He was in deep, and Beth could feel every thick throbbing inch.

After seconds ticked by she tried clenching up back there, and was rewarded with a long, low groan from the old perv hilted in her ass. She felt a little better hearing that. He could definitely feel just how tight she was, and after blowing him almost to completion she'd just have to be brave for a few humps before he made the mess in there a little bigger. She didn't fake the moan when he pulled out, and the noise she made when he pushed back in was definitely genuine because no self-respecting woman would have intentionally made sounds like those!

“Fuck, you're a frisky little thing. Hang on sugar, it gets better…" he said, moving one hand along her side and down her belly until he had his fingertips on her hood.

The old perv was right, and if he had her moaning just by sliding his cock in and out of her ass, than rubbing her clit while he did it was definitely gonna get a reaction. Bethany heard her breathing grow ragged as she pressed her face against the sheets, back arched and ass raised for the male breeding it. Her ears caught the smooth, silky sound of her pucker clinging to his lubed length as well as the soft but sloppy sounds her pussy made as Miles vigorously rubbed the top of her slit.

He was picking up speed, still pulling out slow and lazy but driving in with more force now that the ass he was bucking into had loosened up a little. It didn't exactly hurt anymore, but the anal fucking was… intense. Every time he jammed that thing into her, Beth felt like air was being forced form her lungs, and soon he was bucking in with enough force to clap his sack against her wet folds. And when a familiar sensation started to build as a tension in her lower belly, she knew what she was in for. She was going to cum, she was going to cum for this home-wrecking bastard and she was going to do it while he was pumping her butt. And her phone would catch every sight and every sound.

Biting her lip, Beth relaxed and stopped trying to fight the inevitable. The old guy was good, he was rubbing her clit in just the right way, and she was even getting turned on by having that fat hare cock plowing her ass. She bit her lip and scrunched up her eyes, feeling them tear up as the old hare pistoned away at her rump. Gone were the slow thrusts, replaced by a steady clap of hips on buns and the slap of a heavy sack hitting her wet slit. She moaned as he took her ass like he owned it, ears flicked back and face buried in the sheets as her big lapine toes began to flex and curl.

It started somewhere just behind her belly-button, the way the big ones always do. From there it spread, making her abs flex, her breathing turn to panting as little random tremors twitched along her toned young body. With a final cry it all broke and all she could feel was her poor pussy clenching around nothing and spraying bunny-honey over the old hare's nuts. Her pucker was winking like mad around the thick lapine rod barely slowing down at it hammered away at her with so much force that every breath she managed to take seemed like a little miracle. Through it all she heard him groaning and grunting behind her, figuring this was it. She was about to feel him fire from both barrels under her tail, and it would be over. Hard part's almost over…

And so she waited to feel hot cum being pumped up her ass, wondering what it would feel like, but the creamy colonic never came. Miles was still grunting, he was still flexing inside her and his drenched paw kept its assault on her poor little button, but there seemed no end in sight. Instead of feeling him climax, the next thing Beth felt was his hard bulky body covering her lithe young one, his big beefy hands moving to hold her wrists as he laid his chest on her back, pinning her before…

“Gyhaahh… ghuuh… ghuaaahhh…uhnnnn!"

“Atta girl…won't –nghhHh!- be long now…" Miles growled in her ear.

He was doing it! The fucker was nailing her the same way he'd done her mom – the brutally fast, shallow thrusts that were the hallmark of a lapine buck, the relentless, almost mechanical assault that had females losing their minds. The sort of near-feral breeding a bunny's cunny was built to take, now unleashed on her poor straining ass!

There was some pain as Miles hammered away at her butt, but it was kinda getting lost in the crowd. There was fullness, there was maddening friction in spite of all the lube he'd poured into her and all the pre he'd been leaking while he fucked her. There was heat that kinda made it hard to tell what was going on, and there was the very distinct sensation of a plump lapine sack slapping away at her drenched pussy. She twisted her head around, feeling tears soaking into the fur under her eyes as she managed to catch a glimpse of Miles' scrunched up face as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek and along her jaw before settling for little love-bites on her ears. They were sensitive, and although Beth kinda preferred the way canines felt when nibbling away at them, it didn't stop her from letting out a long shaky moan.

“Nghhhh, there's a good slut… take it all girl!" he growled and the words clicked in what was left of her mind.

The fucker… that's what he said to mom!

And just like that she came again, this time triggering the old hare's climax and finally getting to feel the rush of lapine seed pumping into her ass. Her eyes rolled, her mouth fell open, and she could see Miles hunched over her mom, with the bunny-woman's feet on his shoulders and his sack going twitch, twitch, twitch as he shot rope after milky rope of spunk into the moaning female. At some point the instant replay faded and she was staring at his bedroom, a hard, warm body still pressing down on her as the large male ground lazily against her abused rump. When she felt him soften, Beth heaved a sigh of relief. The hard part was over…

*******

You don't know me, but we have a mutual acquaintance…

Beth frowned a little at the words on the screen. She'd never started an email like this, but then again, that was a good thing. This was an anonymous email from an older woman, it couldn't read anything like what she'd write if this plan was going to work. She tried to put herself in the mindset of a mature woman, outraged that a man she was dating exclusively was pounding the ass of some barely legal slut… no, hussy! This was a civilized, albeit passive aggressive letter from a woman who had no idea that Miles and Chloe were also a thing, but was just writing the bunny woman to tell her 'just what sort of daughter she'd raised'.

And of course, she was attaching a video, one that the mystery woman had 'accidentally' found on Miles phone. The video didn't show that much of her face, but it was enough to recognize Beth if you paused it at just the right moment. Her incisors bit into her lip at the thought of her mother watching her get ass-fucked, pausing to see her girls face as she was fucked silly by the man she loved. No, she doesn't love him, she's just too horny to think straight. She loves dad, and she'll love him even more once she realizes what a jerk Miles is! Sorry mom, but this is gonna hurt me a lot more than it hurts you… she thought bitterly. It wasn't hurting anymore, but it was definitely still tender…

*******

“Oh my goodness, what are you doing to my little baby?" Chloe said, her smile betraying her mock-concern for the girl getting pounded on the screen.

“Your baby's loving it. Hate to break it to you sugar, but you raised a little butt-slut…" Miles replied, nuzzling the neck of the lapine beauty sitting buck naked in his lap, with his cock where nature intended.

“Don't be nasty, that's my little Bethany getting sodomized. You know, I used to powder and diaper that little tush… I knew that she was going to grow into a big girl and then a young woman, and that she would have needs, but I honestly never imagined that little pink button would ever get spread open like that." the motherly lapine mused, gyrating her hips and trying to hold the phone steady as Miles groped her chest.

“Come on, I was a gentleman. You saw me rim her…"

“Don't remind me! I can't believe I still let you kiss me with that mouth!" Chloe said, feeling color rise to her cheeks as she remembered the sight of Miles spreading Beth's perky ass wide open. The angle wasn't very good, but you could see him press his face between the bunn's buns before the girl started to gasp and mewl.

“Don't be a prude. Eighteen year old girl, fresh out of a shower… tastes just like strawberries…" he insisted, planting kisses from her collar and up her neck.

“I'll take your word on that…" she said, watching the video her girl had made, remembering how she'd giggled as she read the accompanying email. It was a devious and deviant plan, and it might have worked if Miles hadn't been honest with her, telling her everything well before she got the clip.

“You should be proud of her. When a boy doesn't have a rubber, there's none of that safe-day/pull-out crap with her. She just lifts her tail and spreads her cheeks…"

“I'm glad she did! Just imagine, a woman my age – a grandmother! I'd… ooOooh!"

“I'd still fuck you, granny…" Miles murmured, giving his hips another buck to drive both his cock and the point home.

“Yeah, but it will ha-Aaah!-ve to be at your place. And we have to be more …nghYes!... careful. I dumped your cheating ass, remember? And I honestly don't know why I didn't do it for real. I mean you did cheat on me, and with my own little Beth of all people…" she said, goading the male she was sitting on to remind her why.

“I only gave her what you kept turning down. Beth never got to feel me in here…" Miles said, laying a hand on the tummy that was almost as trim as that of the girl squealing in the video.

Chloe seemed satisfied with that, and the two just ground against each other lazily as they watched a decidedly more energetic performance. The angle wasn't half bad, skewed enough to show both the action and Beth's face when she turned around to look at the man riding her like a cheap whore. She damn near looked like one, with drool running down the side of her muzzle and her mascara running into the pristine white fur of her face. Chloe's stuffed pussy flexed when she saw her little girl bury her face in the sheets to muffle her scream. Her toes were curled and her legs were shaking like she had a cattle-prod up her ass and not the same cock the mature lapine was even now riding. Cumming her little brains out, obviously, with Miles following shortly.

“And the nerve of that girl! Poaching on her own mother? Not to mention cumming from taking a cock up her ass…"

“Not making you curious, is it?"

“No it isn't, thank you very much! I like you just fine where you are. If you're ever feeling antsy for that…" she said, pointing to the screen where Miles was pulling out, showing a gaped and creamed lapine ass for a brief moment before Beth seemed to remember the camera and quickly covered her pucker. “…and if she ever comes near you again, you have my permission to pump my baby's rump. And now just roll me over and show me what she'd missing out on…"