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Humping like Rabbits
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Humping Like Rabbits
Written by
Sexana Holiday
Bored out of my mind, I went to the mall to do some
shopping and to relax. My former boyfriend who
worked at the restaurant in the mall got fired because he
dropped a cup of soda on his boss. Was it my fault that
he's easily distracted by my cleavage whenever I bent over.
My big black security guard was transferred after the
head security guard viewed the video tape of us off the
monitor inside the security room on Martin Luther King's
Day. I was boyfriendless once again.
As I sat on a bench contemplating my next conquest,
I happened to look over and spy a stand set up where
the Santa exhibit used to be. Could my Santa be back, early?
No, it was only April. I knew they started their
Christmas sales earlier but this was ridiculous. Taking a
closer look, I saw the new exhibit that inhabited the center
of the mall. Instead of Christmas and Santa, they had Easter
and you guessed it, the Easter Bunny. Dressed in a
bright white bunny costume, the Easter Bunny sat on its
throne. A line of about ten kids waited to get their picture
taken with him; at least I assumed it was a 'him'. Who could
tell under that costume? It definitely was not my Santa
Claus trying to make kids happy during his off season. The
Easter Bunny just wasn't that big. With the memories
of sitting on Santa's lap still fresh in my mind, I decided to do
the same to the Easter Bunny.
I was now tenth in line. I hated to wait. The little
wench in front of me began to pick her nose. The brat
behind me was picking his wedgy. Boy was I in a bitter mood.
If I didn't get sex soon, I would explode. I asked the
boy behind me if he would save my spot for five bucks. He
was only twelve and his mother was waiting for him
over by the shoe store. At first he didn't really want to. Then,
when I dropped the bill and bent over to pick it up, he
quickly changed his mind. His dropped jaw indicated that he
saw my pantiless predicament.
Assured he would save my spot, I went into the
lingerie shop to waste some time. Though I usually never
wore panties, I loved to try them on; especially when there
were men in the shop. I would always pop out of the
changing room to ask the sales lady a question or two. I loved
to watch the men watching me, but I preferred to
watch their girlfriends watching them watching me. Boy was I
good. After trying on three different, black, see-
through, silk nighties and some chain like undergarments, I
was ready and aroused for my little picture with the
Easter Bunny. I hoped the Easter Bunny was ready for Sexana
Holiday.
Getting back in line, I was now second. The little
girl in front of me continued to pick her nose. When
her time came, she ran up to the Easter Bunny and jumped on
its lap. If he was a man, that had to hurt. When the
flashbulb shone its picture, the girl had her other finger in her
nostril. Boy would I hate to be her parents. Once
she left, it was my turn. Upon my approach, I noticed the
Easter Bunny watching my slender legs as they strode
towards him. I'm going to assume it is a him though I have
seen some women who liked to ogle my legs as well.
What gave his sexuality away though was the small Easter
Bunny teepee that was forming under his costume. To
cover it up, I sat right down on top of it. He had a decent
sized teepee for a loser in a rabbit's costume.
"Well Sexana Holiday, what do you want for Easter."
The Easter Bunny asked.
"How do you know me?" I had to ask. "Do I know
you?"
"Maybe not, but I definitely know you!" He
responded in a young, soft voice.
"Will you tell me your name if I relieve you of your
woody?"
"Maybe. If you think you can?"
With the challenge made, I had no choice but to
relieve the Easter Bunny of his load in front of everyone.
His woody rested below me so I began to wiggle my hips a
little. I rather liked the feeling of his rabbit fur
touching my skin. After a few more hip gyrations, the camera
pointed our way. I had to act fast. Thank God I didn't
wear my panties that morning. Then again, I hardly ever wore
panties nowadays. Slightly lifting my skirt so he
could see my well-molded butt cheeks, I began to wiggle my
ass for him. Putting his paws on my hips, his woody
began to shrink as soon as the camera took its picture.
Ushered off by the Easter Bunny's helpers, I stood and
began to leave, not before looking back at the exhausted shell
of an Easter Bunny of course. In his lap I could
honestly see a little wet stain and it wasn't from me this time.
That would teach him to challenge the great Sexana
Holiday. To celebrate, I went back to the restaurant to drink a
celebration beer. A root beer of course, I'm still
only 18 you know.
As I sat sipping my root beer, who should come over
but the Easter Bunny. Though his lips were sown into a smile,
I knew he wasn't that happy. He came right up to where I sat
and joined me at my table.
"Thanks a lot Sexana, I had to take a thirty-minute
break to let my costume dry. I hope cum doesn't stain. If it
does, I'll have to buy this stupid costume. There goes my
Easter savings..." The Easter Bunny would have continued to
complain if I didn't interrupt him.
"Hey, you laid the challenge, and I laid you to win.
Case closed. Be happy. Sexana Holiday doesn't arouse just
anybody. Well actually, I do. Sorry about that. If you're not
here to tell me who you are, then I'm leaving. Have a nice
day." I said attempting to leave the Easter Bunny at the table.
"I think you owe me something for the mess you
caused. My father is a lawyer and I'll sue you for your
digression. Unless..."
"Unless what?" Like I had to guess what was on his
dirty, horny as a rabbit mind.
"You come over this Easter and take up my challenge
once again. You caught me unprepared today, but I won't be
taken off guard on Sunday. This time, let's up the challenge.
The first one to orgasm has to spring for the costume bill.
What do you say?"
"Fine. I'll be there. I hope you can last more than the
30 seconds you did today. - - - Can you at least give me a
hint as to your name? Your voice sounds familiar now."
"You'll find out in good time. Here's my address. I'll
assume you know where it is. Meet me after 12. I'll play sick
for my parents while they spent Easter at my Aunt's in New
York."
Ah, he lives with his parents. He must go to my high
school. That's where I knew him from. "Fine, I'll meet you by
12. You better be worth it."
Upon saying that, he left out his rabbit paw for me to
shake. Then he went back to his station to wait until his fur
dried. Who he was, I didn't really care. I was at least going to
have sex this Easter. Nothing else mattered.
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