Bunnyfuck

Abigail Harris let out an audible sigh as she plopped her curvaceous butt on an arm of the high-backed upholstered chair that served as the Easter Bunny's throne. She looked around the Bellevue Home For Retired Gentle Folks' community room. All was quiet now. The eggs had all been found in the Easter egg hunt, the candies delivered to the local children by the senior citizen in the Easter Bunny suit. The empty room was silent, Abbie's 'gang' busy in the dining area cleaning up. The busty brunette wanted a few moments with Mr. Bunny to show her appreciation.

"Well, Mr. Easter Bunny," Abbie started whimsically, scratching a big ear at the top of the fuzz-covered paper-mache head. "You've been kinda quiet today," she said, trying to peer into the mesh-covered eyes to see some sort of response. "I know you were playing like you didn't want to do this, Grampa Rosen, but surely you're not really upset!" she said to the man in the fuzzy yellow bunny costume. The playful vixen leaned over and wrapped her arm around the big head and pulled it to her ample bosom.

The man raised a furry yellow paw and placed it on her raised-up thigh and patted the warm bare girlflesh in conciliatory fashion.

"Oh, goody!" Abbie smiled at the affectionate pat. "'Cause I had a special thank you planned!" She saw she had the man's attention as she raised to her feet in her high-heeled light violet court shoes and stood before him. Straightening what was left of her Easter finery, she mused, "God knows I had to be careful not to flash anybody in this slipdress! One dip too low, and another furry little animal would have been on display for all to see!" She snickered as she touched the violet hem of her slip and lifted it, quickly flashing him for emphasis. "I can't believe somebody took my pretty flowered dress earlier!"

Abbie saw the costumed man get up and step around the chair and lean down.

"Don't hide from me now, Mr. Bunny!" giggled Abbie as she followed along.

The sweet nursing home aide's pouty mouth opened wide when she saw the man stand back up and face her, her translucent frock folded in the hands he held in front of him.

"But... but... why?" asked the violet-eyed brunette, flabbergasted. She watched him set the dress on a table out of her reach. Then she saw a fuzzy hand go into a pocket on Mr. Bunny's brightly colored vest as he ushered her back to his 'throne'.

Mr. Bunny sat back down, holding Abbie's hand with one paw as he flicked a switchblade open in front of her with the other.

Before the stunned brunette could react, the costumed man brought the knife close to her neck, slicing one, then the other, shoulder strap to her slipdress.

The silky material hung on the huge swells of Abbie's breasts, before gravity won and slowly slid the material down the girl's lush curves and puddled it at her high-heeled feet.

"No... no..." Abbie could only whimper as she stood spectacularly nude before Mr. Easter Bunny. Her eyes were struck to see the man bring the knife to the material of his crotch. The sharp metal easily slit the seam, and she watched as the bunny paw that didn't hold her drew a thick erecting cock from the baggy flocked material.

"Ohno.." Abbie mewled as she looked to the silly expression on the fake head of Mr. Bunny Rabbit. She couldn't help but recognise the tree trunk-like log that now pointed at her.

"That's right, sweetie. Now ride my Bunnycock if you want to leave here with a shred of decency!" the voice growled from inside the head.

Pearl Johnson and Mark Chambers were putting some of the dinnerware away they had used for the community egg hunt get-together in the kitchen area when they thought they heard some banging sounds and the unmistakable cussin' of Frank Rosen. As one, they both followed the noises to a nearby closet.

Mark turned the doorknob and opened the folding door. He managed to catch Frank Rosen as he toppled out, clad in an undershirt and boxers.

"My word, Frank! Where are your clothes?" asked Pearl half-concerned, half-amused at the old man standing in his underwear in the dining room.

"Good question! I was ready to get into that dern Bunny suit when someone put a blanket over me and shoved me in here!" gruffed Frank, his silver hair all mussed and sweaty from his hours in the closet.

"You mean you weren't in the Bunny suit?" Mark asked. "Then, who was?"

"Rather, is!" interjected Pearl. "Our Abbie wanted to thank him in her own special way afterwards! Let's get back to her! I'm afraid she's getting a surprise!"

The three shuffled back to the community room as one after Mark found a robe in an anteroom closet to help Frank cover up.

Abbie was more excited than surprised as she rode the thick, vein-gnarled cock of the lecher posing as the Easter Bunny.

"You bastard!" the naked brunette cried as she sat in the lap of the still-costumed man, "I can't believe you're making me do this, making me fuck you in the rabbit suit!" Abbie couldn't help herself, the thick meat inside her was making her cum all over it, no matter who it was connected to.

"Wait until you see what I have for you next, sweetmeat!" the man beneath her growled, the costume nose against her pert nose. He punctuated this statement by pushing off his seat and jetting his aged seed deep inside the girl.

He undid his paper-mache head and tossed it aside as he recovered from his powerful orgasm. Then the old man bit the brunette's lip as he kissed her hard.

"Oh, Gusss!" Abbie moaned in post-orgasmic bliss before the bus driver frenched her.

Minutes later, three of the 'gang of four' burst into the community room.

"Abbie! It's not who you think!" Pearl hollered excitedly.

To an empty room. The three found only the remains of the aide's slip at the base of the chair. They looked at each other worriedly.