Extremely Indulgent Tales

“Bang-Bunny Adventures”
“Belinda And The Neighbors: Part One”

“Mmm! Ah~! Muh, Mommy? My b-bus is a-AH~ almost heeere~,” Eric moaned, his breath misting in the morning air. The young rabbit's shorts were around one ankle while he sat on the bench at the bus stop. Belinda rubbed and smothered his boyhood in between her big pillowy tits while kissing his tip.

“I know, baby, I know~! Mommy just wants one more big mouthful~!” She replied, dragging her fat, wet lips all over his head, steam coming out of her nostrils. She squatted in front of the bench tittyfucking her boycub as indiscreetly as she could, her miniskirt pulled up past her waist—revealing a naughty black g-string thong—her feet tip-toeing on casual orange sandals, and her sweater-top pulled up to reveal her titanic tiddies. She also had a spaghetti-string bag that swung around as she worked her rack on her boy's meatpole.

“Ah~! I already gave y-you threeeeeee~ 'huff' at breakf-fast~,” he complained, and that was true. It was a very eventful morning for the young hare's undercarriage. It was just yesterday that our ever-horny bunnies had discovered their absolutely inexplicable power to get away with anything sexual in any situation whatsoever. Jonathan had spent the morning laundering Eric's bedsheets after Belinda had spent the whole night 'tucking him in.' An engine was heard approaching from down the street, and Eric's balls jumped from the tension. “Mom! The bus is coming~!”

“Then someone else had better start cumming before they have to ride to school with this massive hard on, mister~,” Belinda shot back, deviously. There was no way that monster between his legs was going to fit back in his shorts while fully erect! “I know you've got one more in there for me~! Come on,” she encouraged, pumping her spectacular tits faster on his huge penis. “You be a good boy and cum for your mommy this instant~!” The bus' headlights started to reflect off the pole at the us stop and Belinda felt her little boy's cock throb and tense in her cleavage! She locked eyes with him, “Bunny's gonna cum~! Bunny's gonna CUMM~!! BUNNY'S GONNA CUUUMMMM~!!!”

“Ohhh~, Mommy~! Oh mommy!! OH MOMMYYYY~!!!” Eric threw his head back as his libido erupted in his mother's chanting face. She quickly clamped her lips over the gushing member and slurped down his load, quickly milking his cock with her buxom, trying to coax her boy's yummy cummies out faster! It was a tad smaller of an eruption, being his fourth ejaculation that morning, but it was no less thick and satisfying to his cum-hungry slut-mommy! She pulled off his cock and let out a burp that was almost drowned out by the swiftly approaching school bus. Hurriedly, the bunny mama finagled her boy's shrinking trouser-snake into his shorts, gave him a deep tongue kiss, helped him off the bench and gave him a playful slap on his adorable butt toward the bus. He embarked upon the vehicle without delay and was soon off to school, watching his mommy—skirt hiked, and cum caking her face and tits—wave him goodbye.

Belinda stood up from her kneeling position and sat on the bench proper, enjoying the remainder of her son's gooey sperm-shake in broad daylight. Her cum-high ended sooner than she'd hoped, however, when a garbage truck came by her end of the street. She quickly glanced at the strip of street just outside her house. Out at the curb was the garbage and recycling containers of her and her nextdoor neighbor, but also a third set. She scowled at this third, unwelcome receptacle, and knew exactly who was to blame. That bitch mare across the street! Annoyed, and feeling more empowered as of late, Belinda shot up out of the bench—straightened out her skanky attire—and walked across the street to the offender's front door.

She raised her arm to knock, but was stymied by a sudden, rather wet belch. Momentarily wrong-footed, trying to maintain her anger while reminded of the pleasant taste of her son's love-juice, she tried to shake her head and clear her thoughts. It wouldn't do do confront your bitch neighbor about her utilities practices while you're suddenly drooling at the thought of  yummy cummies in your tummy. She wiped her lip, steeled herself, and finally rapped on the door. A few moments later, it opened to show a chestnut bay with golden blonde hair and casual jeans and shirt. “Belinda,” the mare greeted her, tersely.

“Ericka,” the bunny-mama shot back, planting a hand on her hip, “you surely must know why I'm here.”

Ericka crossed her arms and adopted a scowl, “we're really doing this right now? I'm busy finding a babysitter.”

“Well its always been up to you, sweetheart,” Belinda snapped, “I've told you to keep your trash on your side, the neighborhood watch has told you, the municipal judge has told you, and I have it on good authority you've gotten a letter from the city utilities office.” Her voice became more volcanic as she continued her list. “Need I go on?”

“And I've told you and all the rest, the smell coming off that truck is just too nauseating-” The mare protested.

“Whoop-dee-fuckin-doo princess!” Belinda cut her off, “Its a garbage truck. NOBODY likes how it smells! Everyone else just closes their windows. Why the hell should it fumigate my end of the street longer than yours?!” The bay stiffened for a reply, but their altercation was cut short by a third voice.

“Mom? Who's that at the door?” The women's uproar ground to a halt, and they both looked inside the house. A skinny, sleepy-haired young horse—couldn't have been older than thirteen, and good few inches taller than Belinda's boy—stood in the living room, visible through the open front door. He was wearing a white tank-top and cargo trousers. However, one detail that Belinda was fixated with, was what looked at first glance to be a tube of ground beef smuggled inconspicuously down one of the youth's pant legs! The inferno of Belinda's anger went up in smoke, the taste of fresh boycock returning to the front of her thoughts, along with a long held curiosity about equine anatomy.

Ericka looked back to her bellicose neighbor and her face twisted in confusion, witnessing the rabbit's new expression. Her eyes were hooded and glazed, she was licking her lips and her breath was steaming more potently in the air. “Just a neighbor, Kyle,” she replied, still staring at this completely new woman in front of her.

Belinda stepped forward, placed a hand on Ericka's shoulder, and said quietly in her ear, “I think you just found your babysitter~.” She continued forward into the mare's house, gently but firmly budging her out of the way. Ericka felt like she should challenge her, but no such impulse reached her mouth or muscles. The Bunny milf stopped just past the door way, adjusted her big, bouncy sweater-puppies and took a red lipstick applicator out of her bag. She expertly applied the device without the use of a mirror while the suddenly submissive equine mother slipped past her to close the door. Belinda continued to the living room, strutting toward the colt with an exaggerated sway of her hips that was already having the desired effect. 

Kyle, who watched this strange, voluptuous rabbit simply walk past his mother, bounce her big boobs in her hands and apply lipstick, reacted like a deer in headlights. He stood stiff in the middle of the room while the lusty busty bunny walked right up to him, maintaining eye-contact the whole way. She stooped down to meet him, hands on her knees so her covered buxom ballooned out between her arms right in his face. “Nice to meet you Kyle~,” she said, velvety smooth, “but shouldn't you be in school?”

“I-I uhh, um. I mean,” he fumbled his words, awestruck by the overtly womanly display in front of him, “m-my wing of the school is ha-aving work d-done.” He shook like a leaf and his breathing interrupted his sentences. Belinda could tell he was trying—and failing—to keep his chin up and eyes on her face instead of the humongous hanging breasts beneath her sweater. Oh yeah, she was gonna have a lot of fun with him. “Wh-who... are you... the babysitter?”

“That's right, cutie,” she answered before his mother could correct the record. “My name is Belinda Karits,” she answered, her voice dripping with sugary-sweet seductiveness. She brought a hand up to his cheek, which slowly brushed down to caress his chest. “And I'm about to be your favorite babysitter ever~.” Ericka did nothing but watch, standing in the vestibule space connecting the kitchen and living room, looking very insecure and uncomfortable in the way she crossed her arms. Belinda took one of Kyle's hands in hers and stood up straight, walking him to a couch on the other end of the room, still well within view of his mother. They sat down next to each other and, almost immediately, the bunny mother had her hands on the young colt! An arm around his shoulder bringing his head in to squish her titanic titty against his cheek, the other hand rubbing and groping his thigh, staying just agonizing inches away from his bulge.

Ericka opened her mouth, and was horrified to find nothing passing her lips. Why wasn't she stopping this? Why'd she even let the nagging bitch in? The willingness and motivation to act against what she was seeing was mysteriously vacant, as her son was quite unambiguously being molested right in front of her. She slumped against a corner of wall, watching in silent shock.

“Mmmm~, comfy?” Belinda murmured, “Have you ever been this close to a woman before~?” Her hand around his shoulder dug a thumb under the waistband of his pants, and the one on his thigh poked and played with his zipper.

“N-nuh, nuh, no, mi-, miss Karits,” Kyle spluttered out, as his body struggled to process the floods of hormone cocktails his brain was producing by the dozen!

“Interesting~...” She replied calmly, turning more towards him, pushing his face almost straight into her cleavage, “You know, cutie-pie, some people say things about horses. Male horses in particular~.” The hand she was dancing across his zipper made its way up behind his shirt and felt up his immature chest. “Things a woman starts to wonder about. So, do you think you can help me get to the bottom of a few of these rumors~?”

“Wh-what rumors?” the colt's question was slow and infirm. Without warning, he found her hand square in his crotch, with a gentle but total grip on his bulge. A sharp gasp entered his mouth, and his mother brought a hand up to hers.

“Well, I happened to hear that there's no cock like horsecock,” she quipped, “that they're big, and long, and yummy~. And I've always wanted to see what all the fuss was about~. So please, pretty please, I'd just love it ever so much if I could play with yours~!” While she was having entirely too much fun making the young horse feel like the most wanted boytoy on earth, it was true that Belinda had always wondered if the hype around the equine race was deserved. Plus, her heart was racing from the sheer thrill of not only getting back at that prissy bitch mother of his, but also playing with an unspoiled, innocent boy-cub for the first time in years! She was going to flatter, praise and worship him and his junk till his head exploded!

Kyle shot his mother an almost pleading look, as if begging her to save him, or give permission, or do whatever, he didn't know. Erika remained at the entrance to the room, petrified by whatever force that continues to sanction our Bunny milf's activities. Seeing no help from his mom, the young colt—also somewhat under her spell, though mostly under the influence of his own hormones—gulp's hard and says, “Okay...”

“Oh thank you, thank you~! Mmmwuah~!” she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, smearing it red, “you're such a good boy~!” Belinda's hand flew to his pants, undid them, and dove underneath. “And I know how to treat good boys~!” She got a grip and gently pulled out his long, juicy, floppy, GORGEOUS equine penis! It was easily a full foot long, shiny, and black with a blotch or two of pale pink. “Oh my god~!” she exclaimed in only slightly exaggerated awe. “Oh, Kyle~...” She ran her hand up and down the beautiful instrument. It was like a work of art! So smooth to the touch, but meaty and powerful underneath. Consistently as girthy as a Pringles can from head to base, with a huge, firm urethral bulge that ran the whole length, only broken by a solid-feeling medial ring—the very existence of which instantly dampened the tiny garment covering the bunny's pussy. Belinda's breath steamed and her face was practically on fire. “Oh Kyle~. Its, its just... oh-OH WOW~!!” her hand slid down and found the colt's testicles, which she eagerly scooped up out of his pants. Incredibly round, big, loose and smooth—holy shit they were smooth! Ericka noticed her neighbor not even bother to keep herself from drooling at the sight and touch of her son's package.

While Belinda's heart belonged to her super-duper, special-weshal, hunny-bunny Eric and his more proportionally impressive equipment, she felt absolutely no guilt indulging herself while he was otherwise unavailable, and she'd grant him the same liberties. She was going to enjoy this exquisite and exotic specimen to her heart's content. Kyle couldn't fathom it, but he was about to feel like the luckiest boy who ever hit puberty!

Belinda added her other hand to the fun and began stroking the colt's amazing member for real, making him start to moan. His voice was adorably anxious and shuddering, and his face practically glowed red. The floppiness in the upper half of his shaft reduced but never went away, and the head started to gain its flare. The rabbit's eyes were completely fixated on the beautiful breeding tool in her hands and her hips clenched and squirmed. Wetness had began dripping down and out of the bottom of her miniskirt onto the couch, developing a damp spot under her lap. Kyle's hips began moving on their own, bucking upward in time with her stroking.

Belinda cooed in his ear, “Oooooo~. Look at you, getting all excited. Mmmn~,” and gave the base of his shaft a squeeze. Kyle's breath quickened, and the bunny giggled, “you like that, too, huh~? How about some of this~?” She scooped a hand under his heavy sac and gently bounced it, as if weighing a grapefruit.  The colt's every breath was a moan of barely contained bliss, and his hips started bucking faster. Colorless nectar started to ooze out of his pee-hole and he was beginning to hyperventilate!

“Woah there, little man,” Belinda cautioned, releasing his balls and shaft, “maybe we should slow down a little, I haven't even gotten to the good part~.” Kyle and Ericka both wondered what this 'good part' might be, before they noticed the bunny-mama grabbing the ends of her sweater and casually pulling it off of herself, releasing her gigantic breasts! Ericka held her arms closer to her far more modestly endowed chest, a small sting of jealousy adding to the maelstrom of distress, confusion, and inexplicable submission she was going through. “Ahhh, that's better. Was getting a little sweaty~,” she said to the room, as neither horse could muster the will to speak at the moment. Belinda turned her body on the couch to face the erect young stud and tugged at his legs for him to do likewise. He complied, and after pulling off his pants—leaving just his shoes and briefs—she laid him down to rest against the arm of the couch. The horny hare got on all fours and crawled up the couch to her prey until her cleavage brushed against his foot-long-of-fun.

Belinda decided she's held herself back long enough, and finally dipped her head down toward the base of the colt's thick shaft. Letting out her tongue—slick with drool—she slowly brought it up to his smooth-skinned pole and started to drag it up along his length, before her eyes widened.

TANGY!!!

Holy fucking shit, his cock flesh was tangy and sweet! The rabbit's tastebuds told her this magnificent member's flavor was somehow like a mild citrus gum wrapped around a meaty, juicy hunk of meat! The flavor drove her mad, all restraint was forced from her mind. The bunny proceeded to lick and kiss and worship the equine preteen's pole like a desperate whore, smearing it all over with her lipstick. She muttered praises to it under her breath regarding its length, taste, and so on. Kyle, as speechless as when she began, could do nothing but moan and squirm, his legs pinned under her ridiculous rack. Ericka watched in silent horror and shame as her neighbor then opened her mouth wide and, with slight difficulty, shoved her young colt's member inside!

“HHUUAAH! Muh, Miss Ka- Karitz~,” He yelped. The bunny's cheeks stretched wide and an impression of Kyle's flare was making its way down her neck! Small tears welled up in the corner of her eyes, but that was just from his flavor—Belinda was well practiced at swallowing giant boy-cock! Still, she opted to take his fabulous phallus only up to the solid bulge of his medial ring. Her lips pouted out along his shaft in a most undignified display of wanton whoring, the smears of lipstick all but completing the spectacle. The horse boy gasped and moaned, stuck in a perpetual state of awe at her oral performance. She was about to pull off and ask him if he's close when she noticed the familiar sign. The colt's robust balls had begun to quiver and rumble, and she could even hear a gurgle! An instant later she noticed the boy's chest was heaving and his voice was cracking. Fuck yes!

Belinda un-swallowed Kyle's throbbing pole as quickly as his wide flare would allow her. She brought his colossal cum cannon in between her bombastic breasts—achieving a snug fit—and cupped his trembling scrotum with both hands. “Aww yeah~! You ready to blow?! Give your bunny babysitter a big sticky pearl necklace!!”

“Miss Ka- HUAH~! Hoo, hooomigosh! Omigosh-OMIGOSH-OMUUAAAAAAHHHHH~!!!” The colt shouted as his superb equine penis finally let loose! A fountain of warm, gooey, musky boy-jizz erupted in front of Belinda's face, landing in her hair and on her face and shoulders. The last few spurts landed and stuck in big wads on her breasts and below her neck.

The slutty rabbit wiped strands of Kyle's seed from her face and breasts, licking her fingers. The young horse didn't appear to produce as much semen as her super-soaker son, but it was still a big load. It was also just as thick and, “Mmmn~,” had the same delicious taste, mixed with his dick's incredible tanginess. Was that just what horsecock tasted like in general? No wonder women left their husbands for it. She finished her boy-flavored-yogurt and burped in satisfaction. “Ahh~... Oh Kyle, thank you so much~!” She pecked the head of his member with kisses, making him twitch. “Mwah~! You gave me such a big load, too. Did you like it that much~?”

“W-well...” the colt replied, finally finding his voice, “I... M-mom usually swallows...-”

“KYLE!” Ericka interjected sharply, and Belinda swiveled her head in time to watch the mare clamp her hands over he quickly flushing face.

“Oh ho hoooo~,” Belinda cooed, her interest thoroughly piqued, “get a little thirsty, do we, princess~?” Ericka turned her head, refusing to answer. “Seems like you've got something going on filthier than the garbage~.” She turned back to her equine boy toy, “So, admit it. I give better head than she does, don't I~?” Kyle fumbled his syllables until he gave up and hesitantly shook his head. “Well well,” the bunny mused, then turned to address Ericka, “real loyalty. An admirable quality.”

Belinda then wore a wicked smile and said, “lets see if I can break him of it~!”