Teacher's Assistant Part 2

You gawk at the two of them. Whatever Vanilla had in mind, you've clearly made some unfounded assumptions from the beginning. Unless she plans to fuck you while her naked, there's-no-way-she's-legal daughter watches. Is that the "lesson?"

"Anon, I'm going to need you to strip down before we can get started."

"W-wait, wait. Wait." You hold your hands up as though something nearing this situation wasn't exactly what you've been fantasizing about all week. "I think you need to tell me, in plain English, exactly what is about to happen here, because I obviously misinterpreted something."

Vanilla looks a bit confused at your reluctance. "Okay. Cream has just turned eighteen-" With that body? No way. "-and is going to learn the ways of the world sooner or later. I figured why wait for some frat boy at college to do it when I can teach her myself? With a little assistance, of course."

"So you hired some strange man to provide the dick--"

"Some strange man that I find eminently charming and who I think will be a positive influence on my daughter. Some strange man I will be paying with copious amounts of sex and several hundred dollars per lesson, if he can follow directions."

"Yeah!" adds Cream. "So take your clothes off!"

Vanilla gives a soft laugh and ruffles her daughter's head-fuzz. You sigh, the allure of copious sex and hundreds of dollars a bit too much to turn down. God, this woman must be positively loaded. What does she do for a living?

Cream coos as you peel your shirt off and reveal your almost nonexistent abs. A life of hauling crates and eating fast food means that, while you are in shape, you're not exactly in the shape you'd like. Not that that seems to be dissuading Cream -- she's eating it up.

"What, am I the first half-naked guy you've ever seen?"

"First one I've ever seen this close up," she replies. "Now take off your pants!"

You give an askance look at Vanilla, who simply shrugs and gives a beatific smile. "Hey. She's in charge of you unless I say otherwise. I'm a firm believer of hands-on learning." She trots to another part of the room, out of sight, leaving you with this little girl with a quite frankly terrifying amount of enthusiasm for getting you naked.

Hesitantly, you shuffle out of your jeans, leaving only a pair of boxer briefs for Cream's dinner-plate-wide eyes to gawk at. You move to pull those off as well, but Cream stops you.

"No. I wanna do this one."

Her hands slip under your waistband. You shudder, as that's the first time someone else's hands have touched you there since... god, you don't even know how long. She slides your underwear down, savoring the slow reveal...

...then recoils as Mister Happy springs free of his cotton prison and baps her on the chin.

Cream is transfixed at the sight of your almost-full-mast member bobbing gently in front of your face. You fall gently back onto the bed as she prods and rubs it experimentally, giggling when it twitches in her hand.

Vanilla walks by again, a half-full glass of red wine in her hand.

"You were drinking?" you ask, incredulously.

"It's what I do when I'm having fun. You should try it."

"Wine?"

"Having fun." She kneels by Cream, smiling as the younger rabbit continues to manhandle your manhood, unsure of what to do with it. Vanilla sets her glass down on the nearby side table and retrieves a small bottle of clear, red-tinged fluid, a puddle of which she collects in one hand.

"Here, honey. Follow me. Do what I do." Her orgasmically smooth hand sheathes your length in lube. She pumps up and down on you, prompting Cream to do the same. This is... really nice. Two rabbits kneeling between your legs giving you a co-op handy, one staring at your dick like it's Barbossa's lost Nazi gold and one smiling up at you in the exact way that indicates she knows how much of a favor this entire arrangement is or you.

You lean back, relax, and spread your legs. If this is how Vanilla the Rabbit likes to spend three hundred dollars, that's perfectly A-OK with you.

"Now, put your lips on it."

You sit back up. Cream is gently kissing the tip of your cock, the lube apparently being some fruity flavor judging by the noise she makes.

"Now," Vanilla says, "Open your mouth and try to take as much of it as you can. Like you did with my toy, remember?" Cream nods and pops your cockhead in her mouth. She slides down, the cherry lube helping her a bit, making it about halfway down before she stops and coughs as you poke her in the back of the throat.

Cream mumbles a question to her mother, unintelligible due to the mass of meat in her mouth. Vanilla seems to understand, and sidles up behind her, straddling Cream's small body with her legs, bracing one hand over Cream's abdomen and one on the back of her head.

"Alright, just like we practiced. Don't clamp down."

"Mm-hmm."

Vanilla pushes forward with her body, moving Cream down even further, the flavored lube letting you slide into her throat easily. To her credit, Cream doesn't cough or gag, though you notice her start to tear up as she gets closer to -- holy shit, her nose is buried in your pubes. You're being deep-throated and it feels pretty damn amazing.

Vanilla starts to move back and forth, letting Cream's mouth and throat slide off your length before forcing her back down again. Cream, for her part, takes your massive (for her) rod without a word of complaint, occasionally letting out an occasional glugging or slurping noise as people taking a dick to the esophagus tend to do.

Vanilla speeds up, her daughter's mouth sliding down and over your length faster and faster, the lewd "gluk gluk gluk" noises becoming louder and more frequent. Cream moans in between every thrust, and you notice her mother's hand has crept down from her waist to somewhere between her legs. That makes you even more diamonds than you were already. As a matter of fact...

"V-Vanilla. I'm getting close."

"Good." Vanilla smirks and continues to pump her daughter's mouth over your cock, grinding against Cream as she gives you a blowjob-by-proxy. "Are you enjoying Mister Anon's cock, honey?" she asks.

"Mmh- glukg- Mm-hmm!"

"You want him to cum in your throat?"

"Mmm!"

"And you're getting close, too, aren't you honey."

Cream lets out a lustful, gurgling whine as she looks up at you, grinning even as your rod fills her mouth and tears stream down her face.

"Cum in my daughter's throat, Anon," Vanilla orders you. "Do it. Cum in my daughter's throat right now."

Your body seems all too happy to oblige her, as you rapidly tip over the point of no return. Vanilla mashes Cream's face as far down onto your cock as she can go as you unload shot after shot of hot, sticky seed down the young rabbit's gullet. Cream lets out a lustful moan, her eyes fluttering and her thighs clenching around her mother's hand.

"Good girl," Vanilla coos, appreciating the sight of Cream coming down from what must have been a truly mind-shattering orgasm. She pries the young bun off your dick, the appendage slick and dripping with cherry lube and saliva. Cream gasps for air as her mother finally lets her breath, but the big, stupid grin on her face hasn't left yet.

"Th-that was amazing, Mom."

"See? What'd I tell you? It's always better with a real cock."

Cream giggles and leans back into her mother as she catches her breath, the trail of drool and semen down her front not presenting a problem to either of them.

You're not quite spent, though that was a hell of a ride. Heck, this just means you still have energy for the main attraction.

"So, are you ready for round 2?" Cream asks.

Or not.

"Round... 2?" you ask, a bit short of breath yourself.

"Of course! I'm more than just a big mouth," Cream giggles. She stands up and begins to clamber onto the bed as Vanilla looks on with what must be pride.

You have some serious concerns about what this woman lets her daughter watch on the internet.