Miss Honeybunn
Speakers vibrate rhythmically as music pounds into the air. Multicoloured lights flash erratically on both material and fur alike, more often than not, the latter. Mixed with the almost deafening roar of the heavy beat and blazing rainbows, the thick scent of sex hangs in the air. Off the edge of town and privately owned, the nightclub is Clover; open from midnight to 6, adults only admittance, though a passable false ID will get you in. It's the place to go if you want a pleasurable time with no strings attached.
Inside the club, leaning against the bar, is a handsome brown stallion of only 17. He comes to the club often and, as a result, is no stranger to the female body. Many of the girls that come to the club know him, most of the girls that come to the club have ridden him, almost all of them more than once. He's wearing a white shirt that is fully unbuttoned so it shows off his athletic body. His pants sit folded on a bar stool next to him. He doesn't need any pick up lines, or charismatic charm. The stallion's weapon of choice is his long, thick cock that spends most of the night erect. He simply stands there, watching, waiting, until some fine creature comes to him, like flies to honey.
As he patiently waits, Bart idly recalls the last delicious dish to press her body against his. It was the night before. She was 16 and wore nothing but a short, blue skirt. She'd said nothing to him, just walked up to him and lifted her leg over his length before sliding backward to press her rear against his body. Bart didn't object. He placed his hands on her hips and slowly slid them upwards to grope her perky C-cup breasts while she slowly ground her wet lips along his dick.
With one finger, Bart casually toys with his erection as he recalls the touch of her nipples, the softness of her fur and the warmth of her body from when she turned around and allowed him entrance into her temple. He slid into her body as though he belonged there. Slipping his hands under her skirt, he grabbed her ass and lifted her up. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, she also wrapped her legs around his waist. With her breasts pressed to his chest, her nipples rubbing against his skin, he bounced her to an orgasm and filled her insides with his own warmth.
That same vixen is at the club tonight. She's with another, though. They're on one of the couches that line the club's side walls. She's wearing that same 'outfit'. Straddling the guy's lap, his length buried deep inside her body, she's grinding her hips back and forth as he gropes and massages her breasts. Her moans are mixing with her fits of giggling. Glancing around the club, she sees Bart at the bar. Leaning forward, she whispers in her companion's ear and they both look over at the stallion. The slightly older male fox casually waves to Bart as the topless beauty smiles at him. Their distinct resemblance marks them as brother and sister.
Leaning back leisurely on a couch next to the siblings' couch, a golden retriever is enjoying some solo action. She's wearing a baggy T-shirt with long pants. Her shirt is lifted up, showing off a nice set of D's, one of which she is groping, and her pants are unzipped with her other hand stuffed down the front, her middle finger inside her warm, wet body as far as it'll reach.
On the dance floor, among the many naked and half naked guys and girls (mostly girls), are two welled curved mice. One is white and the other is light tan. They dance with a sensual, hypnotic rhythm that seems to be more for each other than anyone watching. Tenderly, their hands brush over their bodies. Their fingers filter through fur and grasp curves. More often than not, there is very little space between them.
The music changes and the mice change position. They stand together, front to back. Still exploring each others' bodies with their hands, their hips sway slowly and sensually in unison. The white mouse, behind the tan, kisses her dance partner on the neck. The tan leans her head back as she slides one hand up to grasp the white's hair. Like vipers slithering close to prey, the three remaining hands slide down the front of the tan mouse's abdomen and then between her legs. Bart watches, hypnotized, as the tan mouse lets out a small gasp, lifting on her toes and clenching her thighs slightly. A moment later, she relaxes and revels in the sensation of having fingers exploring her body from the inside. Thinking back to when he first met them, Bart recalls the mice claiming to be twins.
Not far from the twins, a white tigress with purple hair is enjoying her own 'dance' of lust. As a voluptuous, naked hyena kneels between her legs, the tigress lifts her short, black dress. Leaning forward, her back arched, the hyena hangs out her tongue hungrily, as though she were a starving man approaching a hot meal. She presses her tongue to the tigress' folds then pushes further. As her tongue slowly slides into the purple haired beauty's hot body, the hyena slides her own hand down between her parted legs and slips a finger into her own folds, her juices dripping to the dance floor below. Meanwhile, a black panther kisses his way down the tigress' neck from beside her. His hand slips the thin strap of her dress from her shoulder as he kisses down her chest. As the panther suckles her breast, the hyena pleasures the tigress from below.
The nightclub sees much sexual deviance.
Finally, a female, that catches Bart's eye above all the rest, enters the club. Glancing around, she looks a little nervous. A wicked grin crosses the stallion's face. Many hours he has fantasised about this one, but never did he image to find her within his grasp.
He watches her closely. She doesn't see him. Taking in the sights and scents of the nightclub's atmosphere, the rabbit walks over to one of the small, tall tables that stand scattered between the bar and the dance floor. Her fur is white and her long hair is bright blue. Her figure is naturally large, with curves in all the right places. One of those plumb numbers you just want to cuddle into like a pillow. On her feet are simple, dark blue high heels. Around her waist sits a white skirt that doesn't do a very good job of hiding the pink panties worn underneath. A dark blue blazer adorns the rabbit's upper body, but this is soon removed, though a little reluctantly.
Bart, his finger still toying with his eager manhood, watches her every move. She seems reluctant to remove her clothing, but is compelled to. Eager to become a part of the atmosphere herself and urged on by the growing arousal between her legs, the full figured rabbit places her blazer on the table and proceeds to removed her black, lacy bra, releasing her H-cup breasts. The stallion is hypnotised by the sight of his new Home Ec teacher stripping before him. His eyes roam over her bare back, up and down her thick thighs and settle on her round rump. He can't help but grasp his length and begin to gently stroke himself as he watches her shift nervously on her feet. Her thighs are pressed together tightly, her nether region burning with aching desire.
In moments, the club's newcomer can't hold on any longer. Still unaware of the stallion watching her from behind, the rabbit slips her hand into the front of her skirt and panties where she begins to play with her swollen clit. Her juices run free, quickly saturating her panties. Shortly after beginning, her panties are pushed down her thighs and the blue haired rabbit is lying across the table top, her fingers massaging her dripping wet honey pot.
Bart releases himself and walks over to the masturbating rabbit slowly, confidently, his erection bouncing slightly with each of his steps. Gently, he slips his hand under her skirt and places it on her almost fully exposed rear. She's doesn't react. The stallion squeezes, his fingers reaching across all of one fur covered cheek. Still the bunny doesn't notice. Slowly, a wicked grin on his face, Bart edges his fingers downwards and slips them between her legs.
At the feeling of another's touch to her burning, aching lips, the rabbit starts and turns around. She's not angry or frightened, merely startled. She's too aroused to care who touched her or why.
"Bart!" the rabbit exclaims in a soft voice. One of her students was the last person she expected to find groping her rear end.
"Good morning, Miss Honeybunn," the stallion bows his head slightly, gentlemanly. His confidence unshaken, the stallion takes his teacher's juice covered hand and lifts it to his lips. Kissing her fingers delicately, he tastes her juices, almost reverently.
"What are you doing here?" Miss Honeybunn asks, "You're not-" Bart quickly places a finger on her lips and leans close, whispering in his ear.
"What does it matter? I'm here. You're here. We are free to do as we please," as the stallion speaks his soft serenade in his Home Ec teacher's long ear, he places one hand on her ample breast and begins to massage it.
A gasp and a moan escape the rabbit's lips. As she leans back against the table, barely audible words are heard from her maw.
"Please... call me Grace, ahhh!"
The handsome stallion kisses her neck as she leans back. Her fur is soft and smells sweet. Her pink nipples are his to tease and that is exactly what he does. Lifting Grace's breasts in his hands, Bart licks her nipples with long, slow licks. His teacher moans again, loudly.
"aaAAHHHHH!"
Constantly kneading and squeezing her ample bust, the stallion suckles the rabbit's nipples and kisses her chest and throat. His motions are slow, teasing, tantalising. But they are torture to the rabbit whose body burns red hot. As her juices drip from between her thighs, she begs, in a shaky voice, for him to take her.
"Please... Stop... Don't tease me, nnnhhhh..."
Smiling, Bart kisses Grace on the lips once more before obliging to her request.
Placing his hands on her hips, he slowly slides her skirt down her legs, along with her soaked underwear. Standing up, the rabbit steps out of the remainder of her clothing and waits patiently for her partner's next move. Kneeling before her, Bart leans forward, burying his long face in her lap. Grace gasps deeply at the touch of his tongue. The sensation of it penetrating deep into her body sends shivers up her spine. Grasping the table as her knees suddenly weaken, the rabbit feels her heart pound in her chest. Her mind is fuzzy and the music in the air is dull, all thanks to the sudden wash of intense pleasure flowing over her.
Bart lavishes himself on his teacher's body. His tongue snakes deep inside her, lapping up every drop of her juices. He drinks thirstily, savouring her warm, sweet taste. Grasping her thighs, the stallion licks Grace's folds firmly from base to clitoris. Like a little child, Grace whimpers in blissfully euphoria. Air rushes in and out of her lungs as she breathes rapidly. Her student knows exactly where to apply pressure and just how much to apply.
In barely a few minutes, the rabbit feels as though her body is going to explode with pleasure. She can feel herself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Whimpering and moaning, Grace can no longer hold out. Her legs buckle. She loses her grip on the table. Stumbling down, Grace catches her breath as Bart holds her up, his hands on her thighs. His tongue still between her lips, he allows the fountain of her warm juices to flow into his mouth and down his throat.
Giving his 23-year-old teacher's honey pot one last lick, Bart stands, his hands on her waist to support her weakened body. He says nothing to her as she stares longingly into his eyes. Taking a step back, the stallion take's the rabbit's hands and daintily leads her to one of the couches. Sitting down, Bart gently pulls Grace down. She eagerly joins him, immediately straddling his lap and lowering herself onto his large cock.
Once more, Miss Honeybunn finds her breathing rapid as she slides her body down onto the horse shaft between her legs. Slowly, she feels his entire length fill her insides. Her own moan fills her ears as her pussy completely swallows the large length of youthful muscle. Her breasts rise and fall hypnotically as Grace takes a moment to savour the sensation of her student's considerable size within her. As Bart places his hands on her ample breasts, she begins to slowly rise and then lower herself, finding a slow, steady rhythm.
The club's occupants ignore them. The pair's deeds are nothing more than just another common sexual act. Their breathing and moans of pleasure mingle with the beat of the music. Around them, others indulge in pleasures of the flesh. Bart and Grace are just another pair in the mix.
The stallion glides his hands up the rabbit's curvaceous waist, sending a shiver through her body. Moaning with delight, the lapin rocks her hips forward and back as her student's hands cup and caress her ample breasts. Tenderly, Bart kneads each breast in his hands, squeezing and pressing, lifting and massaging them. He presses her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pulling on them gently. Grace moans louder.
"aaaAAAAHHHH!"
Shamelessly, the voluptuous female continues to grind her hips. She can feel his body pulsing inside her. It seems to be poking into every possible corner, finding every part of her insides to fill. Around in circles, Grace moves her hips, first one way, then the other. With each motion of her body, the stallion's length slides in and out of her. Her clitoris grinds against his body, sending surges of electrifying pleasure coursing through her veins. The euphoria builds quickly.
Bart's hands move from her chest to her face. Lightly caressing her cheeks, he draws her nearer, then kisses her. The kiss is long and passionate, slipping his tongue into her mouth and wrapping around hers. She does not fight. Rather, she accepts. Her desire is his and his is hers. They are one and the same. Grace yields to the stallion inside her, giving herself to him completely. She is his; his to command and do with as he pleases.
Wrapping his arms around the gorgeous rabbit, Bart holds her close. He can feel her heat wrapped around his manhood. Her insides feel as though they are on fire and the pleasure inside himself forces against its limits until it cannot be contained any longer.
Finally, together, they explode. Grace's head flies back as her body bows, her breasts pressing against her student's chest. She cries out in bliss, her body and muscles convulsing as she presses herself down onto Bart's length as hard as she can. Inside her body, she can feel the pressure and warmth of his seed as it erupts into her, filling her womb and overflowing out of her body. Her own juices mix with his and, together, leak onto the couch beneath them both. Like a mighty tsunami crashing down on them, the explosion of nirvana fills their very being.
Breathless, Grace slumps forward, her body laying atop the stallion's. He holds her close. His hands feel caring and wanting. She feels as though she belongs in them. Sitting up, she looks into his eyes.
"So, how often do you come here?" Grace asks.
"Every weekend," Bart replies casually. He smiles at her.
"I think I will have to come here more often, then," the rabbit says, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Then she leans on him once more.
"I'm afraid, however," she says in a mock sorrowful tone, "that you will be seeing a lot more detentions from now on."