Miss Pigottom's sensual Massage

Turning around you se Miss Pigottom with a cheerful smile on her face, the cold sweat from before gone.

"Now, if you want me to not tell your mother about your naughty behavior, you have to do me a favor."

"Wh-What is it?"

Penelope goes to her bathroom and brings a bottle of massaging oil, placing it on your hand.

"I need you to massage my back for me with this oil, snort. I can't reach it on my own and poor old me needs help. Can you do that?"

"Yes. I can do it."

"Good boy. You're a good rabbit. Not like that cat who ran off. What's your name?"

"Robin, M'am."

"Robin. What a beautiful name, belonging to such a beautiful young furry."

You blush at her words and look away. This wasn't the first time you've been called that but it certainly had its charm when it came from an older woman. Besides, it was mostly dudes who complimented you so it felt nice coming from a lady.

"Alright, snort, I'm just gonna go get changed into a towel and I'll be right back."

She goes into the bathroom and comes back out wearing a towel wrapped around her breasts and a towel wrapped around her waist. You stare at the clock and realize you are definitely going to be late for class, but you had Jessie taking notes for you if he made it to school.

Penelope covers her bed with a thin sheet of cloth and lies down on her stomach, removing the top towel, revealing her side boob smushed on the bed. The bottom towel does a terrible job of hiding her buttocks if you decide to bend down a bit to get a peek.

"Go ahead, dear."

You squirt oil on your hands and rub them together, then bring them down onto Penelope's back.

"Oh my! That's cold, hehe!"

"Um"

"Well, go on, start rubbing."

You rub her pink back with the oil, trying your best to imitate a misuse while having no idea what or how to actually massage. Thankfully, you hear her start moaning and snorting, telling you that she is enjoying this.

"Yes...oh yes...rub my back...ahhh...good boooy...so good...oh my...a little lower please...lower...lower...there, that's the spot!"

You end up massaging Miss Pigottoms large pig ass, although it was hard to do with a towel wrapped around it.

"Ooh yeah...Reach up under there dear. Really go at it, snort."

With the okay, you move around behind her and dig your hands underneath her towel and grab both of her ass cheeks. Your fingers melt into the jiggly flesh, like too large water balloons. You need two hands and more oil for a single asscheek due to the size. After finishing one, you start the other, but accidentally brush up on her asshole.

"Ohh, that's the spot. Dig in there. get all the cranks out!"

You aren't sure what she means but it sounds like she wants you to shove your fingers into her asshole, so that's what you do.

"oh my goodness. OH YES! Use both hands, Robin. Use'm both!"

You try to shove more fingers into her asshole with surprising ease until your whole hand is submerged in her rectum. You feel like her ass is stretchy enough to shove your other hand in there. With your curiosity piqued, you attempt to insert your other hand.

*SHLURP*

"YES! NOW FIST ME! FIST ME YOUR FILTHY RABBIT!"

You thrust your hands back and forth inside Miss Pigottoms ass, creating loud sloppy, and extremely lewd noises, like squeezing mayonnaise. You bite your tongue and try your best to please your neighbor as best you can, hoping that she won't tell your mom, preventing you from eating carrots for a week.

"SQUEEE SQUEEE! "

Miss Pigottom's screams turn feral from your assholic ministrations. After a couple more thrusts she squeals one last time and you hear a large thundering **** and vibration coming from the pink ass, and then with a sonic boom, your shot backward from a blasting air current and slam against the wall, blacking out.