Sunday Schooling
Okay, cranked this one out last night. Hopefully it's up to snuff. It's another short bit but had some fun to write scenes. Please rate, fave, comment and the like. ^.^
Sunday Schooling
By Mog Moogle
It had been three weeks since Cody had spied on his dad and Uncle Paul for the first time, and he had done it every Saturday since. He watched as Uncle Paul used his dad in every way he wanted, making both of his dad's holes receptacles for his thick cream. They would lock themselves in the bedroom for hours, and they would engage in their infidelity passionately. Cody got a front row seat every time from the closet as he would paw his own member.
The previous day, he watched Uncle Paul fill his father's tailhole again, and afterwards, he scooped the thick cream from the leaking tailhole with his fingers and pushed it into his dad's muzzle. His father hungrily ate the treat that Uncle Paul fed him, savoring it as if it were his favorite candy. That was the first time Cody had gotten up the nerve to quietly sneak over to the bed after they had left the room, dabbing some of the thick white goo up from the quilt on his finger and tasted it himself.
The taste was so intense, he almost gagged. It wasn't that he found it unpalatable, he just had no idea that the taste would be even stronger than the scent that he had grown fond of. After he had managed to overcome his initial reaction, he dabbed some more onto his tongue. He let the thick fluid slide all over his tastebuds before his salivating mouth dulled the taste enough that he swallowed it. Cody envied his dad in every way when he was watching Uncle Paul use him for his pleasure.
He sighed to himself as he straightened his clip-on tie in the mirror. He was wearing a brown suit coat and matching slacks, with a white collared shirt underneath it. He always hated dressing for church, he was the only fourth grader in his Sunday School class that was so overdressed. His mother always insisted that he looked his best for Sunday services. At least this Sunday, he had an idea how to make the boring event pass a little more quickly, and maybe even get some answers to his questions about dad and Uncle Paul that he couldn't get by just watching.
Cody sighed to himself as walked out of his room towards the den to wait for his mother and father to finish getting ready. He sat down on the armchair and slid his paws over the chair arms. His nose was unusually keen, and seemed to be much better than either his dad or mom's. He sniffed the air as he stirred up the scent of his Uncle Paul from the fabric of overstuffed chair. It had gotten to the point that even the scent of Uncle Paul sent the tingly waves of arousal all over him. He jumped slightly as his fantasies were interrupted by the distinct sound of his mother's high heels on the marble of the entryway.
"Ready to go, hunny?" He heard his mother call in a soft voice.
"Mm-hmm." Cody replied as he stood up from the chair.
He padded to the door where his mother was waiting in a long black dress with her headfur styled in curls and so much makeup that it was hard to tell where the fur on her face actually started. She was five and a half feet tall and her fur was a deep brown, the same color as Cody's eye patch. Her headfur was a bright bleached blond, but her natural headfur color was unknown even to her husband of ten years.
Cody's father followed not too long after, dressed in a long sleeved blue collared shirt with red silk tie, and black slacks. The three headed out the door of the suburban ranch home and piled into the blue four door sedan in the driveway. Cody got in the back behind the passenger seat where his mom sat and he fastened his seatbelt. The car backed out of the driveway and eased onto the road, heading towards the edge of the suburbs where their church stood.
Cody idly watched the scenery slide by as he looked out the factory tinted rear window. He closed his eyes and replayed the scenes of his father and Uncle Paul in his mind. Cody saw the thick shaft pumping in and out of his father, heard the words of his dad attesting his love and loyalty for Uncle Paul over that of his mother. He recalled the second week he sat in the closet long after they had finished and watched his dad meticulously clean up the evidence of the tryst. The small bunny jumped a little as his paw squeezed his aroused sheath through the material of the pants.
He sighed to himself as he opened his eyes and stared back out the window again. After a short drive, the car pulled into the parking lot of the small Faith Tabernacle church. They parked near the side door as they always did and got out of the car. Stepping into the double glass doors, Cody gave a quick hug to his mom and dad before going down the hall in the opposite direction towards the children's classrooms.
Cody opened the hollow core wooden door to the fourth grade Sunday School class and quickly took a seat beside his friend Christopher. Christopher was eleven years old, but was still in fourth grade because of an illness he had when he was five that kept him out of school for the first two years. He was also a rabbit, and had black fur with a few large white spots over his chest and back. His headfur was neatly trimmed, but always messed up, as it was rarely ever combed. He was dressed as he always was, in baggy khaki pants and a t-shirt.
"Hey Chris!" Cody beamed as he sat down beside his friend.
"Hi Cody! How's it going?" Chris asked in a voice that cracked a little, an early puberty evident in his speech.
"Not bad. I got something I want to talk to you about though."
"Sure. What do you need?"
"I'll tell you after class." Cody said as the Sunday School teacher walked in the room.
The young vixen in charge of the fourth graders passed out the pre-printed lesson plans to all the kids room as they sat around a folding table in fold up metal chairs. They read scripture on the back, something from the book of Psalms. Cody never could remember the verse numbers and always wondered why the bible labeled everything it said in numbers instead of normal chapters like the books they read in school.
The daily lesson was about heaven, and the joys of it. Cody listened as his Sunday School teacher described the wonderful happiness that he would feel all the time in heaven, and how everyone would know him and he would know everyone there. Cody thought about how happy his dad and Uncle Paul seemed when they were together. He wondered if they would be together in heaven making each other happy.
As it usually was for Cody, the lesson was painfully slow. He never had liked going to Sunday School or the children's church service afterwards. The highlight of it was seeing his friend Christopher. He always enjoyed playing with Christopher, even if he was a little spoiled. Ever since he had survived a bout with cancer when he was five, his parents had always pretty much bought him whatever he wanted and let him do just about anything he wanted to do. Despite all of that, he was still Cody's closest friend in school, and would stand up for Cody when someone would pick on him.
The lesson closed with a prayer, and Cody and Chris quickly filed out of the room into the hallway. They walked down the hall towards the old chapel, where the children's church services were held since the new chapel opened the previous year. In front of the chapel was the old entry way, and off to the left of the old entry was a small kitchen with a large pantry in the back. Cody led Chris back into the empty kitchen and waited for the chapel to close its doors so the service could begin.
"So," Chris began as he looked around the small, dark kitchen. "what's going on? Why are we skipping church this time?"
"I've been watching my dad." Cody began with a giggle. "His friend comes over on Saturdays and plays games with him. It always looks like he has a lot of fun."
"What do you mean?"
Cody opened the door to the large walk in pantry and stepped inside, motioning for Christopher to follow. Christopher reluctantly stepped into the pantry and Cody closed the door behind him.
"Cody? What are you doing?" Chris asked a little worried.
"Dad and Uncle Paul play their game in secret. It's part of the fun, so we want to play in secret too."
"Okay. I think I get it." Chris said as he looked at the shelves along the wall.
"Now, the first thing dad does, is he takes off his clothes." Cody explained as he unfastened belt.
"What!?" Chris exclaimed.
"Trust me Chris." Cody said as he unbuttoned his slacks and pushed them to the floor, revealing his bare sheath underneath. "Dad and Uncle Paul love it. Just give it a try, if you don't like it, we don't have to play it anymore."
"O-okay. I guess." Chris said as he nervously rubbed the back of his head. "What ... what do I do?"
"Just take your pants off. We'll start with something dad and Uncle Paul love to do." Cody explained as he stepped out of his pants.
Christopher unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis and let them fall. He stepped out of them and pushed them to the side of the pantry with his foot. Cody looked down at his boxers and giggled.
"You have to take off the underwear too." Cody said as he pointed as Chris's boxers.
"Um ... okay."
Christopher slid his thumbs under his elastic waistband. He pushed the boxers down past his knees and let them drop, pushing them to the side like he did with his pants. Cody eased down on his knees and inched closer to his friend. Chris watched him, unsure of what he was doing, and took a small step back as Cody leaned his head forward. Cody giggled a little as Chris eased back, and felt him jump as he put his paws on the flanks of his rear.
The small bunny pressed his muzzle up against the black furred sheath of his friend, and he inhaled his scent deeply. He wasn't nearly as masculine as Uncle Paul, but still had a distinctly male aroma. Cody put his lips over Christopher's sheath opening and slid his tongue over the opening.
"C-Cody! That's where, that's where I pee. Don't do that!" Chris said in a shaky voice.
Cody ignored the warnings from his friend and pushed his tongue into the opening. Christopher gasped as he felt the slick muscle snake it's way inside of him. He was so unsure of the odd sensation that he was about to push Cody away from him when the tip of his member pulsed and grazed against Cody's tongue. Christopher again let out a sharp gasp and then a long moan as his body defiantly became aroused even in his torrent of confusion.
Cody felt the maleness push up against his tongue and smiled. For the first time, Cody tasted the pink flesh that his father seemed so fond of. The pink member tasted somewhat musky, and the distinct taste of a little bit of urine still clinging to the tip. Cody wasn't entirely sure that he liked the taste, but he was more than willing to let it grow on him. Christopher reached out and grabbed one of the shelves along the wall as tingles of pleasure shot through him. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, breathing erratically as each throb of his pulse expanded his member a little more.
Cody felt the head of Christopher's member slide out of the confines of its sheath, displacing his tongue as it slipped between his lips. Cody didn't really know to do anything but lick his friend's penis, but Christopher wasn't complaining as he felt Cody's tongue brush along the head of his cock. Cody and Christopher both noticed that Christopher's member was getting larger, expanding inside Cody's eager little muzzle. Cody held the pulsing member against his tongue for several minutes until he felt his friend put a paw on the top of his head.
"C-Cody ... stop. It's too much." Chris said breathlessly.
Cody reluctantly pulled his muzzle off his friend's member, letting it slip out of his lips. He looked at it as it bobbed and pulsed in the air, wet from his saliva. It was nearly as big as his dad's, and Cody felt his cheeks heat with blush as he admired it.
"Chris?" Cody said as he looked up at his friend.
"Mmmn?" Was the only weak response he got as he gently squeezed Cody's headfur in his fist.
"Can we ... can we do the next part?"
"The next?" Chris asked as he caught his breath and finally opened his eyes.
"Would you ... would you put it in my tailhole?"
"What!?"
"It's what Uncle Paul does to dad. They both like it a lot."
"I ... I don't know. That's ... that's where ... you go to the bathroom out of."
"I know. I don't know why they do it, but they always do it and they like it a lot."
"I ... I guess we can."
Cody smiled and slowly stood up. Christopher looked at him somewhat unsure of what was happening, but he knew it had felt really nice so far. The smaller cream colored bunny turned around and pulled his suit coat and shirt up above his cotton tail. Christopher awkwardly pushed his hips up against Cody's rear, but stopped suddenly when his member brushed between his friend's cheeks.
"What am I, supposed to do?" Chris asked.
"Put it in my tailhole. Push the tip in and move all the way forward."
Christopher nodded as he pushed up against Cody's puckered ring. He pressed forward, but his small shaft seemed to bend, the tight tailhole and unexperienced member unwilling to give against one another.
"Use your paw." Cody said over his shoulder. "Push it in with your paw."
"Okay." Christopher said as he slowly slid his paw up the shaft of his member.
He eased his finger against the head and pushed it until the tight tailring finally gave way. Cody's eyes opened wide at the feel of Christopher's member pushing into his virgin tailhole. He gasped as his muscle ring felt a sudden pain from the forcible expansions. Cody bit his bottom lip and grunted softly. Christopher haphazardly pushed his hips forward until the four inches of his pink shaft was inside his friend. He let out a long contented sigh as the new feeling of his friend's silky walls wrapped around him.
"What ... what do I do now?" Christopher asked.
"Wait a minute." Cody replied as a tear welled up in his eye. "It hurts ... a little."
"Are you okay?"
Cody closed his eyes tightly and nodded his head. He'd never felt anything like it. Every time Christopher's member pulsed and throbbed, he could feel a twinge of pain radiate around his tailring. He let out a shaky sigh and fought back a sob. The small bunny slowly cracked his eyes back open as the sharp pain began to dull a little. He wasn't sure what he was about to suggest was a good idea, but he decided to try it nonetheless.
"Start ... start moving a little."
"Cody?" Chris asked concerned.
"Move it back and forth. But, please go slow."
Christopher pushed his hips up against Cody's rear and then eventually eased back until a few inches slid out of Cody. He slowly pushed back in as Cody grunted, and then sighed in relief when he was hilted again.
"Oh, Cody ... this feels ... it feels awesome." Chris said as he slid his member back and forth slowly.
"I ... I'm getting used to it. It's not so bad now." Cody said as he looked back over his shoulder at Christopher.
"Can I go faster?"
Cody nodded his head softly before looking back forward and biting his bottom lip. Christopher worked his pace up a little, letting a little more of his length slide out before he pushed back in. He thrust into his friend with building confidence, enjoying the feel of the nearly rubber band tight tailring rubbing along his length. Cody gradually relaxed his body, which made him feel a lot better. After a few minutes of his friend thrusting, the pain had all but subsided. Cody began to moan softly as the feeling of being penetrated crept from pain into pleasure.
Cody didn't know how his dad could so easily take Uncle Paul's massive length inside of him. Chris's length was much smaller by comparison, and even though it now felt more good than bad, his muscle ring ached with a small reminder that his virginity had just disappeared with his friend's initial thrust.
As they became more accustomed to the new feeling, Christopher sped up even more and Cody even began pushing his rear back against his friend. Cody shifted his posture, standing up straighter as Christopher continued to yiff him, but this produced a sudden unexpected but very welcome result. He could feel his friend's member rubbing against something inside of him that he wasn't hitting before, and every time he pushed in over the spot, it sent a wonderful feeling all through his body.
"Chris! Oh yes ... that feels great!" Cody cried out as he had to steady himself on the wall shelves.
"Mmmn!" Cody grunted in agreement. "Cody ... something is, something is different. It feels ... Ugh!"
Christopher pushed deep as deep inside of Cody's rear as he could. His member twitched and pulsed wildly. He moved his paws to his friend's rump and squeezed the furry cheeks in his paws. The feeling was so intense, it was tenfold anything that he had felt during Cody's licking and after he pushed inside. Cody felt his friend's dry orgasm wrack its way through the member and against the walls of his insides.
"Oh Chris. That feels amazing."
"Ugh! Mmmn!" Was all Christopher could reply with.
The larger bunny's orgasm eventually trailed off, and he wrapped his arms around Cody and pulled his upper body as close to his as he could in a tight hug. Cody blushed deeply as his friend hugged him, and he eased his head back against his muzzle. After several minutes, Christopher finally released his friend. Cody slid forward, causing Christopher's member to slip out of Cody's tailhole. Both bunnies gasped at the feel of Chris slipping from his friend, followed by relieved sighs.
"Cody ..." Chris said softly. "That was amazing. I've never felt anything like that. When ... when can we play again?"
Cody giggled as he slowly turned around and faced him. Cody leaned forward and softly kissed Chris on the lips, causing the black bunny to give a startled murmur in against Cody's lips. Cody pulled out of the small kiss and nosed at Christopher's muzzle.
"We can play Wednesday when you come over." Cody said.
"Do ... do you want, to put yours in me?"
"I ... I don't know." Cody said as he looked down at his erect cocklet peeking out of his sheath. "I'm ... I'm a lot smaller. I don't think I could get it inside."
"Oh." Chris said, seemingly a little disappointed. "I don't mind. We could try it anyway."
"Well ... I mean ... maybe Wednesday." Cody said as he blushed.
"Okay!" Chris beamed as he smiled and nodded.
The two bunnies giggled and laughed as they dressed themselves once again. Telling jokes and enjoying their time hanging out like any normal fourth grade boys would; biding their time until they heard the other kids pouring out of the chapel. The two quietly snuck out of the pantry and blended back in with the group of kids heading towards their parents as the service in the main chapel was dismissing. Cody met back up with his parents and they left back out the side door of the church.
"So Cody," His mother began as they settled into the car. "did you have a good Sunday School lesson?"
"Oh yes, mom." Cody replied with a smile. "We learned about heaven."
"That's good. Did you want to go to Incredible Pizza for lunch?"
"Sure!" Cody answered enthusiastically.
"Oh, hon," Cody's father said a little annoyed. "we have pizza every Sunday. What about a nice sit down restaurant. Make it a nice family meal."
"Brad, Cody and I both like pizza. I know you like those expensive places, and as soon as you start bringing in the primary income, we can go to whatever restaurant you want on Sunday."
"Mom?" Cody said from the back. "It's okay. I like pizza, but I'd be fine with going where dad wants to go."
"Hush!" His mom reprimanded harshly. "You and I want pizza, we'll go get pizza."
Brad's ears sagged and he sighed to himself as he flipped on the turn signal to turn towards Incredible Pizza.