The Sleepover, Part 1
Rachel

Robert Wolfe was a single father. His wife had died bringing their daughter Anne into the world and, while he did not resist the idea of taking a new mate, raising Anne alone had kept him too busy to give much thought to himself at all. He was very thankful that Anne was getting older now, and didn’t require so much supervision; there were times he was able to acquire some solitude to indulge his literary pursuits and scientific interests. And a sleepover was one such opportunity.

Anne and her friends were in Anne’s room, giggling madly doing who knew what, and so Robert poured himself a scotch and relaxed in his den, slowly working through a book he had meant to read ages ago. He intended to stay there late into the night, and so he had changed out of his suit and into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, grey against the black of his fur.

Yes, this had all the promise of a very relaxing evening.

For adolescent girls, sleepovers were not about relaxing. They were about giddy, silly fun; about gossip; about fantasies and the tittering nervousness and excitement that come with the changes of life. Anne had started going through that change already, and Rachel and Jenny were right on the edge of it. As a matter of face, it hit Rachel that very night. As the evening wore on, the snow-white bunny started to feel uncomfortable. A heat bloomed in her belly, and her fur became very sensitive; she squirmed against her pyjamas, like even that thin cloth was too much and what she really wanted was to run naked through the open air.

Jenny was oblivious to Rachel’s discomfort, but Anna recognized it right away. Having gone through her own first three months before, she knew what Rachel was feeling. She also had an idea about how to help her with it … an idea that could help Anne get what she wanted, too.

“Do you know what you’re feeling?” Anne asked Rachel when Jenny was out using the bathroom.

“Is it …?” Rachel asked in reply, wiping her forehead. “Is it … is it heat? Like … am I in heat?”

“Mhm,” said with a smile. “It’s okay. You should go ask Dad for help. He has stuff in his study that can help you get through it.”

“Really?” Rachel asked.

“It helped me,” Anne said. And it was true. The first heat was the worst, because you just didn’t know how to deal with it, and Anne’s father had given her enough scotch that the evening had passed in a blur. He might do the same for Rachel, but somehow Anne didn’t think so.

“Thanks,” Rachel had said, “but I wouldn’t want to bother him. I’ll just deal with it. I think that would be best.”

But Anne’s suggestion had worked, and when Rachel couldn’t stand the squirming and the heat and the wetness between her legs anymore, she got out of her sleeping bag on the floor of Anne’s room and crept barefoot through the halls toward the study. She knocked on the door.

Robert was certainly not expecting the knock. Usually the girls were pretty self-sufficient. But exceptions happen. He opened the door, ready to ask Anne what they needed, and was quite surprised to see Rachel standing there. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of the pale bunny. The powerful scent of her fresh heat mixed with her natural herbivore musk hit him like a brick. It was intoxicating, and his body reacted on its own, his rod sliding out of his sheath and pressing against his sweatpants, tenting them. His eyes roamed down the young rabbit, taking in her beautiful blue eyes, the spaghetti-strapped pink top, her navel, and the low-riding pj pants that swished around her legs.

And the thought in his mind was: prey.

“Mr. Wolfe?” Rachel asked timidly. “I- I need some help.”

“Yes, you do,” he said, his voice rumbling strongly. “Come in.” These last words were not a request, or an invitation; they were a command.

Rachel didn’t remember stepping through the door, didn’t remember it closing behind her, and wasn’t sure how she’d ended up leaning back against the wall with Mr. Wolfe looming over her, an arm bracing himself. Rachel felt trapped, but her heart was pounding, and her breath was panting, and her blood was racing, and the fire in her belly had flared up even brighter.

“Did Anne send you here?” Robert asked in his dark rumble.

Rachel nodded, her big eyes looking up at him. As a rabbit, she was naturally inclined to a certain degree of timidity … her burning heat dialled that inclination all the way up to full-on instinctive submission. She couldn’t even find her voice.

“She probably expected me to get you drunk,” he said. His other hand went to her middle, and one finger traced across her bare navel. Rachel shuddered and drew in a trembling breath.

“What she doesn’t know,” he went on, tracing his fingertip along the band of her pj pants, “is that the only reason I didn’t fuck her brains out is that she’s my daughter.”

Then his fingers pushed down inside. Rachel gasped sharply as Robert’s fingers slid over her mound, and she whined as his two middle fingers ran down the slick petals of her slit.

“Mmm,” he rumbled, rubbing up and down the girl’s soaked virgin pussy. “You are so wet.”

“Mr. Wolfe,” she moaned, trembling, her legs wobbling. If anything, she was getting even wetter.

“Don’t worry, honey,” Robert said in a husky whisper. “I know how to take care of you. But I’m going to take my time.”

With his hand on her pussy, he pulled her away from the wall, and guided her into a big leather chair. He drew his hand out of her pjs as he sank to his knees in front of the chair. His fingers hooked under her waistband, and she lifted up her bottom to help as he pulled them down her legs. Dropping the pj pants on the floor, his hand encircled the girl’s pale slender thighs and spread them wide open. Her slit was bright pink and dripping wet, and Robert lolled out his tongue as he leaned in.

Rachel gasped sharply when his tongue touched her needy sex, and she moaned uncontrollably as he began licking her. Rachel utterly lost control of her body. She squirmed, she whined, she arched, her fingers twisted in Robert’s hair. All she felt was pleasure beyond anything she had ever imagined, and the need that it didn’t sate. Over and over, his broad tongue dragged over her sex, driving her higher and higher into ecstasy. Her toes curled, and his fingers gripped his hair tight, and she cried out as her pleasure exploded in her very first orgasm, an eruption that took her mind away, plunging her into an ocean of delight.

Robert looked at the young bunny, delirious with the power of her first orgasm, and used his much stronger arms to move the girl around, turning her onto her stomach, her face on the cushion and her butt hanging off, knees on the floor. He stood up straight on his own knees as he pushed down his own sweats, freeing his hard, red rod. With a hand on Rachel’s lower back he guided his tip to part her delicate petals and press against her opening.

The feeling of the hard, hot, pointed canine tip pressing into her pussy made Rachel gasp as her mind cleared a bit. “M-Mister Wolfe,” she started, but honestly she didn’t know whether she might ask him to stop, or beg him to continue. As it was, he took that dilemma away. His hand closed around her little puffy tail, and pulled as he pushed, sending him deep deep inside the virgin bunny.

Rachel’s voice froze in her throat, her eyes wide open. Mr. Wolfe was deep inside her, this shaft throbbing against her snug walls, his tip pressing at her flexing cervix. She trembled all over as he held there a moment, then pulled back deeply and pushed in again with a grunt.

“Such a sweet little fuck,” he said, and the words and his husky voice made her insides squeeze even tighter and her voice found a little whine.

“Mm she likes it,” he said darkly and started to piston himself in and out of the adolescent bunny, his hips tensing as he used his strength to plow the girl. 

Rachel’s whines continued, sweet and sharp, almost sobbing, her fingers gripping at the seat cushion, and her pussy squeezing and sucking tight around the predator’s invading cock. Her mind was drifting away again, and it was heavenly. The pressure of that thick, long adult cock driving into her over and over filled places that she didn’t know had been empty. Her breath panted and her insides got tighter and tighter.

Robert was grunting and panting himself as he drove into little Rachel over and over, his eyes starting to roll back a bit. He hadn’t had a good fucking in years and while this little bunny didn’t do much to help, she was sweet as honey, and her pussy was so very eager and needy.

After such a long period of deprivation, his peak came quickly. He growled as he took one last hard shove, pushing in her all the way to his knot. His tip forced its way into her flexing cervix and he trembled as he let go, his hot thick potent seed rushing into the girl like an invading army.

Rachel’s breath caught again, and her eyes opened wide as she felt the hot flood so deep inside her. She cried out as she came, the orgasm shaking her whole body and making her pussy milk desperately at the spurting cock buried inside her. Her eyes rolled back and the waves of mind-erasing ecstasy took her away.

***

Nearby movement woke Anne just a little, and the wolf sleepily opened her eyes enough to see her father lowering Rachel’s sleeping body onto her sleeping bag. Her nostrils flared as she took in the potent musky scent coming from both of them. 

That’s good, Anne thought, I hope they both had a great time. And she also hoped it brought her own dream one step closer.

END