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she humped my dick, over and over and over, until I felt sore down there, my head burning. I told her I needed a break and she pulled me out with a wet pop and turned around, presenting her wet, sopping lips to me from behind, and smashing her ass against my face, forcing me to rim her asshole and cunt. When she finally gave me some breathing room, I bit her on the ass, and she pulled her cheeks apart, inviting me inside. I pushed my throbbing dick inside her asshole and instantly shot a load. The orgasm burned my urethra this round, as if I was coming molten lead, and I winced, crawling out of the bed, my dick limp and throbbing, thinking that I needed to get out of here before this nympho made it fall off. I reached down and picked my boxers off the floor. “I better get going. Cindy will start worrying about me.”
    Angela lay sexily on the bed, stroking her breasts, sucking on her fingers, wetting her nipples.
    “Cindy, Cindy, Cindy. When are you going to leave that bitch?”
    “Never. She’s my wife. Besides, if I left her, what would I do? Marry you?”
    “Maybe.”
    “No, sweetheart. What we got…the reason it's so good is because it's wrong. It's sinful. If we got married, we'd be bored of each other in a week.”
    Sex with my wife Cindy was…banal (missionary, or a lackluster hand job beneath the sheets as I boredly fingered her). Sex with Angela was dangerous and erotic. It was wrong and it gave me a rush—like that rollercoaster, like shooting that fuckin’ nigger in the head.
    My excuse to leave that godawful dinner with Ryan and Brandi was that I had lots of paperwork at the office. I needed Angela’s pussy more than anything that night. Her pussy was like heroin. Soothing. Made me forget what a shit life I had.
    Angela pounced on me as I made my way toward the door, wrapping her strong legs around my waist, and poking her tongue in my mouth. I told her I had to go and put her back down on the ground.
    She bent over and told me I wasn’t allowed to leave unless I spanked her.
    “I’ve been a very naughty girl tonight.”
    So I spanked her, and left.
    In the hallway of Angela’s rundown apartment (which reeked of mildew, cigarettes, and booze), I clicked the button for the elevator. The doors dinged opened and a six-foot bunny rabbit stood before me, looking eerie in the sporadic glow of one of the elevator’s flickering lights. It was waving a padded hand, and holding a basket of brightly colored eggs in the other. Part of me wanted to scream, but I molded it into a shrieking laugh, got on the elevator, and pushed the L button.
    “A little early for Easter, isn’t it, Bunny?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
    The Bunny, in a cutesy high-pitched voice, said: “I have a special Easter present for you, my friend.” Covered its buck teeth with a padded paw, giggling.
    I shook my head.
    The Bunny handed me an egg.
    “That’s alright,” I said.
    “Take it,” The Bunny insisted.
    I sighed, taking the egg. It was the kind of shitty plastic pastel-colored shell you would put candy in and hide from the kids.
    “Go ahead…open it. You’ll be wonderfully surprised.” Giggle, mouth cover.
    I opened the egg…
    …a sticky, used condom.
    “You sick fuck!” I screamed, quickly tossing the plastic shells.
    The Bunny giggled (a series of manic shrieks and hoots), dropping the basket of eggs as it covered its mouth with both padded paws. I kicked the eggs away and stood against the elevator door, trying to stay as far away from the sick fuck bunny as possible.
    The Bunny wouldn’t (couldn’t) stop giggling. It was keeling over with high-pitched fits of laughter.
    “What is wrong with you?” I screamed, my voice cracking: fear.
    “Was her cunt tasty?” the Bunny squeed.
    I puked on the Bunny’s big padded feet. Red and yellow chunky bile. Cindy’s lasagna.
    The last thing I remember: the Bunny picked an egg off the floor (unlike the others, it was big and black, like the egg of an