No one could see, so Bunny opened her legs wide beneath her desk. The air from the open window in front of her sent a pleasant coolness over her knees, up her moist, soft thighs, settling against the heated lips of her vagina. Ahh, so good to relax!
The noisy, almost confusingly loud sounds of the metallic pounding of the typewriters sent Bunny Ames into a dream-state of total abyss and unconscious absentmindedness. Despite the fact that she was the head of the entire department and could come and go as she pleased, it had been a particularly trying day. Friday always seemed to be and the last minute bustle and confusion accompanying the termination of the week's work only seemed to increase the drain of her energy. The incessant pounding of the faulty air-conditioner against the prefabricated wall of the office and the staccato tacking sounds of the electric typewriters seemed to mesmerize Bunny and transfix her eyes on the work sheet before her. She tried to appear busy and attending to business but all she could really look forward to was a nice long relaxing week-end at home with her son, Josh.
"Excuse me, could I see you in my office for a moment?" The sound of the intercom penetrated through Bunny's ear lie the piercing sensation of a red hot arrow and she looked at her watch and saw it was near 4:30. She knew that Mr. Starr would want to pursue the topic he had started to discuss that morning with her.
"Yes, I'll be right in," Bunny reluctantly sighed. She rose from her seat and quickly sought a good reason for turning down any proposal he might have for her. It seemed that ever since she had taken her new job with this progressive engineering consultant firm, her Fridays were always marked by Mr. Starr's insistence that she accompany him and his wife to some outing or event. Before entering his office she looked at her beautiful face, out-lined with long flaxen blonde hair, and decided she looked suitable for once again politely brushing off her boss's subtle, yet convincingly forward and somewhat strange advances for a married man. She was certain they had sexual overtones -- but then, he al-ways invited her somewhere with himself and his wife.
Peter Starr casually threw his long legs on the top of his highly polished mahogany desk the moment Bunny walked in his office. She timidly poked her head through the little crack in the door she had made when she slightly opened it and asked his permission to enter.
"Come, in Bunny," he said with the strong aura of authority hanging over his every word. "Let's talk."
Bunny strode to the big overstuffed chair in front of Pete's desk and the visual sight of pure erotic delight she evoked, forced Pete to swallow his Adam's apple as her incredibly well-formed, lush figure came to rest only inches away from him. God, Pete thought to himself, would I like to just lick every inch of her milky body. He surveyed her gorgeous features and come to the. conclusion (as he'd done so many times in the last few months) , that Bunny Ames was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on.
She walked with a smooth flowing motion that provided her luscious torso with an assured sense of smoking sensuality. Her round, gorgeously firm and well-defined buttocks and pelvis undulated and strained against the sheer material of her skirt. Above her trim, tempting waist loomed her enormous milky breasts which swayed and rocked heavily and jiggled with a jelly-like effect as her shoulders shifted in the chair as Bunny searched for a comfortable position. She tried to appear be-fittingly subservient as she looked at Pete Starr and -seductively crossed her legs, ex-posing the firm, almost muscular thighs which were so exquisitely show-cased in the sheer nylons she wore.
"Bunny," Pete said, "Sheila and I are going to Huntington Beach this weekend and I was wondering if you'd like to come along. I know you've been working terribly hard and I thought you might like the rest. Whaddya say?"
Although she was hesitant to spend time with Pete Starr and his wife, the thought of just lying out on a hot beach all weekend was something she knew she'd appreciate. She knew that Pete would definitely cover all her expenses, yet she thought of Josh, her eighteen-year-old son, and she looked for a gracious way out of Pete's suggestion.
"Gee, Mr. Starr, I really appreciate the offer, but Josh would be home alone and I really don't like the idea of him being unsupervised," she lamely said. "I don't know, I don't think I should."
"Oh come on now, Bunny," Pete chided, "I know Josh and I think he could take care of himself, and remember you won't have to come back to work on Monday, because we are planning to stay until Monday evening."
"I really don't think I should Mr. Starr," she timidly intoned, "you see ..."
"Now just a second, Bunny," he went on, "I'll tell you what. Sheila suggested last night that perhaps our daughter, Marcia, would like to make the trip with us and since she and Josh are about the same age, I think it would be a great idea to bring both kids along with us. That way we can all get better acquainted and your worries about your son's safety will be without basis."
"Well, I don't know ..." she went on, "Oh I guess it'll be all right. Yes, I think maybe I'd like that, Mr. Starr," Bunny reluctantly admitted.
"Fine, fine," Pete said with obvious delight. "Now why don't you leave work early and get everything in order and Sheila and I could pick you up around 6 o'clock."
The manner in which Pete emphasized `Sheila' led Bunny to believe that she had nothing to fear in terms of Pete's overpowering physical presence, but the idea of riding with the Starrs on the four-hour drive to Huntington Beach was not to Bunny's liking.
"Look, Mr. Starr," she exclaimed, "I think it would be better if Josh and I meet you and your family at the beach. That way we'll have more time to prepare ourselves and make sure all the loose ends are tied before we leave."
"O.K. fine," he said. "I'll give you the address and phone number to the place we'll be staying. It's my brother's place. He's single and really likes to have people around on the weekends. I think he's lonely and he just doesn't want to admit it, but you'll be extremely impressed with his home. He's a relatively famous writer, you know. He wrote The Decay of Europe, a very successful book. Have you read it, by chance, Bunny?"
"No, I'm sorry to say I haven't, Mr. Starr, but ..."
She was again interrupted to hear his raucous, booming voice almost bellow as he stated, "and I want you to call me Pete from now on, Bunny, is that understood?" He jokingly went on. "I think we've run this formal greeting business just about to its logical extreme, don't you think?"
"Yes, I guess you're right," she said, smiling forcefully and not really knowing or for that matter caring how to appropriately behave in such an awkward situation.
"Well, I guess that just about does it," the middle-aged executive said. "You had better leave for home then, if you expect to make it to the beach before sundown. I know the sun sets late in these July evenings," Pete said, "but I think you'd best try to get a jump on it and avoid some of the rush hour traffic."
"I'd best be going then," Bunny gushed, as she picked up the steno pad she had planned to use and headed for the door. Her eyes swept the graying, but still attractive man as his weathered masculine features seemed to beam with the satisfaction of persuading her to see things his way.
"Good day, Bunny," he said. "We will see you tonight." Pete Starr's eyes trained on the lightly bouncing and jutting buttocks of the tall blonde as she sashayed out the door and his mind mentally ripped off her clothes as he visualized the firm, youthful beauty of her rippling body. He leaned back in his over-stuffed, executive recliner and patted himself on the back, much the same as he had when he was a young man, and had put another notch on his sexual belt. He just knew that Bunny Ames was an explosive, highly-sexed young woman who would no doubt see things as he saw them in the coming nights. As her long statuesque legs made whisking noises as the nylon material one her soft fleshy inner thighs rubbed together, Bunny made her gracious exit, and Pete Starr knew just where he wanted to make his entry into the voluptuous young woman -- right up between those gorgeous young legs of hers! And by God, this weekend, he intended to do it!
CHAPTER Two
Bunny made it to the parking lot after finishing up a few last minute items, desiring nothing more than a warm bath and a good book to accompany her that weekend. She knew that now she had committed herself to Pete Starr and his wife and she sincerely hoped his expectations of her wouldn't be too high. She just wanted to relax and soak up some sun and she was fearful that Pete and his wife might schedule a lot of activities which would occupy her time and energy. She jumped into the small American compact she had won on a T.V. quiz show and raced its engine to her home. As she spun down the crowded and torturously designed highway her mind started to unwind from the day's work and she gradually drifted into a state of semi-consciousness as she thought about her discourse with her boss. She realized that the continued excuse she gave Pete Starr for not accompanying him and his wife to their home and all of the other places they had invited her may have been the reason she had been recently passed up for advancement, but she felt her reasons were justified. Without pre-tense, she had always used her son, Josh, as an excuse for turning down dates with men. After all, she reasoned, what kind of man could look down his nose at her simply because she wanted to protect and safeguard her only child? Besides, she hadn't enjoyed the company of a man in literally years, and despite the fact that she was a young and unbelievably voluptuous woman, she didn't feel like changing her ways, for they were predicated on the most traumatic incident of her life.
She had been merely a young girl of eighteen the year her mother had died " unexpectedly and had left her alone with her stepfather. The mother had left the affairs of her estate and the safeguarding of her child on the hands she had married not more than a year before her death. Bunny remembered her stepfather as a crude and physically overpowering man, whom, from the first day Bunny had seen him, she had mistrusted and actually feared.
After her mother's death, Bunny had no one she could call a close emotional attachment. No one that was except Randy KIugol, the young man who lived literally next door, and who was a constant companion. Randy was Bunny's boyfriend, that was true, but they had never even considered delving into the mysteries of sex as the young will do, be-cause he was too shy to initiate sex and Bunny was too confused and proper to en-courage him. There were times when she would spend long, lonely evenings in her room listening to the radio and touching herself, but Bunny was truly an inexperienced person when it came to sex that was until the night her stepfather came home drunk!
It was another of those evenings when she had been playing with herself. She heard him stumble at the doorstep and make loud cursing sounds as he noisely entered the living room, but soon the sounds dissipated and she simply assumed that he had gone to bed, or more understandably, had passed out on the living room rug as he'd done on so many occasions before. As soon as the sound had sub-sided, Bunny's hands continued their delicate and sensuously provocative exploration of her firm, well-developed, yearning body.
Driving down the highway now with her focus glued to the license plate, she remembered how she cupped her full, voluptuous young breasts and kneaded them together and how, with a certain amount of guilt, she'd attempted to bring the fleshy breasts to her mouth, as she arched her back to meet them, and would suck and kiss herself with a trembling, delicate, yet wantonly fevered abandon.
Yes, she could see herself running her fingers, which were even then long and extremely feminine in nature, up and down her lithe, firm thighs and reveling in the delicious aroma of the piquant female sap that flowed from her delicate vaginal flanges. Her fingers would pinch and knead the smooth, rubbery skin of her inner thighs and would inevitably find themselves teasing the soft, sparsely curling hairs of her vagina as the fragrant juices which ran down her legs filled her nostrils with a lust-filled sensation of young sexual euphoria.
It was just such an evening that found her writhing and twisting around nakedly in her bed like a wanton little nymphomaniac as her hands hypnotized her pulsating clitoris while her own lips ravenously kissed and sucked at the nipples of her enormous, succulent breasts. Bunny was enjoying herself thoroughly and had assumed that her stepfather had been unconscious to her inaudible moans and shrills when suddenly the door to her room opened and there stood the most shocking sight young Bunny had ever witnessed.
Her stepfather stood at the door with his trousers down to his knees and his hands feverishly fondling the most enormous penis imaginable. Bunny was shocked and horrified at the sight of the man she had come only to tolerate, standing in her doorway and obscenely fondling his own hardness as he looked at young Bunny with a treacherous smile of desire. She could not move and her body was rooted to the bed in the same lewd position he had caught her in.
She had never dreamed that he could have witnessed her lewd finger-fucking and tit-sucking spectacle, but the crazed look on his face gave testament to the fact that indeed he had and now he was intent on substituting his huge male hardness for her delicate little fingers. Menacingly he approached her bed as she froze like a small animal hopelessly cornered. Her head of long blonde hair splayed out on the bed sheet framing a sleek wild face with a touch of red lipstick and large blue eyes. She wore little makeup, but it was right for her kind of face. Her slim nose was tilted upward in a pert kind of lewdness that was intensified by her frighteningly aroused smile. The fine sheen of her skin gave off a velvety glow of a light veil of perspiration as she realized her stepfather's intentions. A weirdly strange flicker caused her tight little cunt walls to throb unexpectedly against her deeply buried fingers.
The taut, unblemished skin of her stomach seemed to ripple in frightened anticipation of what was about to occur as she slipped her full, now heavily throbbing young breasts from her mouth only to watch them waver and mushroom out over her heaving rib-cage. Her belly still trembled and quivered from her forbidden caresses. Now, the fingers that had sliced between her widespread pussy lips like a knife through warm butter, probing the warm liquid depths of her passion inflamed cunt, ceased their movements as she lay there, speechlessly looking at the drunken man as he toyed with the massive cock that loomed over her face. The blunt, smoothly pulsing head was throbbing with urgency as his hand stroked the long, rigid pole into an even greater hardness. His lust-narrowed eyes looked wild as he stared down between her raised legs to where her hand and fingers still filled her virgin young cunt. She knew immediately, without any doubt whatsoever, that she was about to be fucked within an inch of her life.
Bunny wanted to cry, to plead with him, but everything had happened with such speed that she was left with simply her fear. A trembling and an odd tingling feeling up between her thighs made her worry -- but with anticipation. Bending down there and kneeling between her still spread legs as she had quivered and shuddered in abject shock, he had put his hand around the hugeness of his cock and guided it toward the still wet seeping opening up between her creamy white thighs. Once there he flicked his hips forward without further ceremony and anxiously tried to bury his long, hard prick into the warm, wetly squirming pinkness of her virgin young pussy.
"NNNoooooooo, please," she had screamed, "Please don't." The pain of his penetration had forced her to groan out in agony, but his hand had put a stinging blow to the side of her face and silenced her protestations as he started to thrust his hips forward up between her open thighs again with the obscene urgency of a man in the grips of some strange bodily tremor. The hotly flowing juices of passion which Bunny's fingers had created earlier moistened her pussy and made his entry more slippery and less painful than she would have believed possible, but then as he plummeted deeper into her hopelessly stretched vaginal walls, she felt certain she was being ripped in half.
"AAAArrrrruuuuugggh," he groaned. "Oh Jeeeeessussss you've a ... tight little cunt," his voice blurted out in the staccato fashion of a sputtering machine gun. He looked down between their bodies at the golden hair of her pussy and the gorgeous mound it covered and watched wide-eyed as his heavily pulsating hardness fucked wetly up into her no longer virginal young cuntal depths. Inch by inch his agonizing advance to her cervix had driven her into paroxysms of tortured moans until she felt she just couldn't take any more. Then finally, her abdomen rippling with the dull pain of her deflowering, she felt the bushy tips of his pubic hair brush her inner thighs. As his huge sperm-filled testicles swayed softly between her legs and his huge, passion-driven cock lay buried to the hilt up inside her trembling young belly it was all she could do to restrain herself from screaming in submissive acceptance.
Bunny's mind reeled with the obscene memory as the moments brought back those excruciating images of the man she had actually at one time called her father, as he had plunged the heavy blood-filled head of his abnormally long cock deeper and deeper up into her openly spread young pussy. She remembered that she hadn't wanted to even look at him, but her fear and shame made her keep her eyes open and the hopeless humiliation that she was being subjected to drove her, for some strange reason, to stare up at his perversely grinning face as he plundered her loins with unimaginable fury. Vividly, Bunny could remember how her golden pubic hair was matted down with moisture and clearly out-lined the flushed flesh of her ravaged young vagina. She remembered how he drove into her so hard that his groin would slam against her with a thud, and would force her eyes to well up in tears to the point where she could no longer see. She remembered too, her face reddening slightly in the car, that she had also felt tiny shooting shivers of pleasure that had slowly begun to tingle through her helplessly impaled body. And God ... that was the day she actually learned to love sex ... to yearn for it and lust in her mind for it.
But that was a long time ago, and as years went by she learned to control her hunger. Sometimes, in the loneliest way of all ... fingering her clit under the covers at night, or in the shower, or, in her more daring moments, spreading her legs over the arms of the easy chair in the living room, fucking down onto it as if it was the hairy flesh of a real live man. But it was at that now remembered moment that she learned the wonderful heat, the delicious hardness of what a man's orgasm was like. Her stepfather started to grind his hips with a jerky, pistoning movement as his elongated penis made thrusts deep into her convulsing, still trying to awaken young pussy. Deeper and even deeper he rammed the warmly throbbing head of his long, lust-fully hardened cock into the softly curling fleece of her cunt hair. Bunny's virginal cuntal walls bulged out as she took in the thickest part of his shaft and she was certain the pressure on her sweet young cunt would burst open. Lewd little spasms of the pleasure she was bordering on gripped her belly as suddenly he drove the gargantuan head to its maximum depth. Battering into her loins, her long, voluptuously formed thighs wavering around his hips in the onslaught. Her stepfather fucked hard up into her as the lust-swollen tip of his penis began to spit out in uncontrollable jerks of orgasm.
Sperm, white-hot and milky, blasted into Bunny's cringing young womb like hot lava erupting from a volcano. Her step-father shrieked his climax through tightly gritted teeth and his uncontrolled frenzy paralyzed Bunny. As she groaned and sweated limply beneath him, her belly was filled and sizzled with the sharp, burning jolts of seemingly never-ending hot cum. She looked up at her stepfather's lust-contorted face and was convinced that he was a close relation to some type of bizarre devil. He fucked and jerked rhythmically into her until the last molten drips of cum spewed out from his lust-driven penis. Finally he was spent and as she remained frozen in her position she scanned the contorted outline of his wantonly distorted face and knew beyond a doubt, that as long as she lived, she would remember this night.
But she had to remember too, that at that moment, she was also experiencing her own first come.
It was the sight of her stepfather's smirk of perverse sell-assurance which had lingered in Bunny's mind all those years, but the blinding hot cum he had deposited in her womb had remained just as long.
Her virginity had been taken, and Bunny, driving now with a forceful intention of making her destination, had to thank her stepfather for one thing.
He had turned her from a girl into a woman.
CHAPTER Three
The black asphalt driveway simmered and distorted the appearance of everything near its surface as the late afternoon sun beat down on Bunny Ames. She nimbly stepped from the compact car, and headed for the house. Despite the distance and the strong brick wall which separated Bunny from the home's bath, she could hear the sounds of her son singing while taking a shower. He does have a good voice, she thought to herself, as she admiringly listened to him sing his rendition of a current pop hit. She looked at his mud-stained motorcycle and assumed he had spent the day hill-climbing rather than in the high school he seemed to loathe and detest.
"Josh, I'm home," she shouted immediately upon opening the door. "Did you go to school today, Josh? It looks to me like you've been up in the hills with the batch of hoods you call friends."
"I can't hear you, mom. Hold on, I'll be right out," the masculine deep voice of the youngster in the shower retorted.
Bunny had to admit that despite the fact that he never had a male influence to guide him, Josh had certainly turned into a hunk of man, and at a surprisingly early age. Most people, Bunny reminded herself, thought her son was nineteen rather than eighteen and she knew that at times, when he hadn't shaven for two or three days, he could easily pass for twenty-one.
Pulling a cigarette from her purse and lighting it over the stove, she rummaged through the refrigerator for the contents of a light meal before they left the house for the week-end with her boss and his wife.
She knew her son would be hungry and that she'd have a better chance of convincing him that he should escort her to Huntington Beach that weekend if she fed him. It was very important that he go along with her for he'd prove an invaluable buffer for her relations with the Starrs, plus her prior excuses for not accompanying Pete and Sheila would look embarrassingly lame with his absence.
"Hi, Mom," the voice pleasantly said, surprising Bunny who startled and clutched at her heart with her hand.
"Josh, don't sneak up on me like that. You know I can't stand that," she said trying to catch her breath.
"Sorry, Mom," Josh said, "but you kinda surprised me just a second ago when you yelled into the shower."
"I'm sorry dear," she said looking at her son's tall, rangy, masculine body; clad only in a towel. "From now on let's warn each other that we're in the house before we make a single sound."
They both laughed at her words as he affectionately hugged her.
"Did you have a nice day at school?" Bunny sardonically said, hoping to get an admission of guilt from her big, well-built son.
"Well, Mom, let's put it like this. I did get a very good education into the dynamics and inherent properties a wheel, specifically a motorcycle wheel, takes on when its mass and velocity increase abnormally on its descent down a steep hill." Josh hoped his wit and banter would disarm his loving mother but she ignored his ignoble attempts at humor and her voice took on a relatively stern tone.
"Josh, I've told you before, I want you in school, not on that darned motorcycle. You're only a year from graduating from high school.
"I don't want you to throw all the hard work we've both put into your education away simply over a cheap thrill." Her words were meant in earnest, but somehow they lacked conviction as Josh snuggled up to his mother and kiddingly said, "Now, Mom, you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. I just wanted to take a day off. You know how it is, don't you?"
His words caught Bunny unprepared, just as she always was every time her handsome son talked to her in his charming disarming manner. She looked at him as he backed away with a devilish smile on his face and admired the broad shoulders, muscular arms and hairy chest on her boy, who over the years had be-come a man right before her very eyes.
"Well, I don't want it to happen again. Do you understand me, Josh?"
"Yeah, Mom," he continued to tease, "I got ya or I'm soon gonna get ya." Bunny was and had been a little concerned with her son's habit of making sexual innuendos an integral part of his humor, but it was the substance of his remarks directed sexually at her that had lately bothered her. Could he be serious about her? she thought, but then dismissed the idea as a foolish, insupportable notion.
Josh continued to towel himself off as Bunny made soup and prepared cold-cuts. She would periodically steal a gaze at her son, hoping to see if he was a normal man in every respect, but would then catch herself and chastise her actions as obscene and ridiculously vile.
"Honey, I wanted to ask you something," she said almost off-handedly. "The Starrs, you know, my boss at the plant, wants me to go with him and his wife to Huntington Beach this weekend and I was wondering if you'd like to go. I mean, I'd really appreciate it if you'd come along with me. I'm very uncomfortable with these people and it would really help if you were along. Besides, you won't have to go to school on Monday, because we won't come back until Monday evening."
"I'll go," Josh said without hesitation. "I'll do anything to stay out of summer school It's just too hot to spend all day long in a boring school room," he went on.
"Well, if you had tended to business during the regular school year, you wouldn't be there so remember that when school starts again in the fall." Bunny tried to sound stern and disapproving, but her love for Josh was too strong for any real rancour to exist in her soul, no matter what he did.
"Hey, Mom, I just thought, what am I going to do down there? I mean where are we staying and what are we going to do?" Josh's voice had a note of concern in it, but Bunny was certain he wasn't about to change his mind.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Pete and Sheila are going to bring their daughter Marcia along. I think you'll like her and she's just about your age. I think you saw her once at the office when I had you pick me up from work one night not long ago." Bunny's voice echoed in her ears as she realized she had put an unmistakably tantalizing inflection in her words.
"Was that the girl that wore those black velvet hip-huggers and that `thing' on her top?" Josh's hands made an exotically lewd gesture over his chest when he got to the word thing and his eyes seemed to bulge out in eager anticipation for the answer to his question.
"Yes, yes, that was the girl," Bunny said, "Now do you have any other questions?"
"Yeah, Mom," he said with a sheepish grin on his face, "When are we leaving?"
CHAPTER Four
The sun's purple haze had steadily turned into a velvet blackness indicating to Bunny Ames that they had been driving for more than three hours. Josh had insisted on driving and Bunny felt his young, but steady and firm hand guide their modest compact as she continually nodded off, only to suddenly awaken to the sound of a loud horn or passing auto. She had insisted that her virile young son turn down the volume of the tape deck he had recently installed in their car, but she had to admit that the sounds of the electrified music he played had a lulling effect and helped her to more thoroughly enjoy the ride.
She had just regained consciousness from a ten minute nap when she rubbed her eyes and saw the mighty Pacific Ocean roaring off to her right. They had just passed through the maze of hi-ways and concrete jig-saw puzzle which was Los Angeles and Bunny knew it wouldn't be long before they reached Huntington Beach.
"Where are we, honey?" Bunny yawned as-she went for her purse and a cigarette. She stretched her legs out in the,. tight faded denim pants she wore and as she stretched her arms her huge breasts moved around in her matching blue denim blouse like undulating waterbeds of smooth whitely flowing flesh.
"I really don't know for sure, Mom," he re-plied, "but I know we're pretty close to Huntington Beach. Didn't they give you any directions?"
"Yes, just a minute dear," she said rummaging through her purse looking for the card Pete Starr had given her in his office. "Here it is," she said. "Take a right off Farrington and then follow Buena Vista Parkway to the Beach."
"O.K.," he said as he raced the engine of the car and blinked his eyes as though he expected to see his exit at any moment.
They drove on in the darkness with only the pinpoint of amber light created by Bunny's cigarette and the haunting wail of the guitar on the stereo. The darkness and serenity made both mother and son much more relaxed than they'd been when they left and seemed to solidify the bond which existed between them. Josh, despite the fact that it was his mother who sat so close to him and exhibited a body which seemed to glow and radiate sex appeal, couldn't help but steal occasional glances at her enormous melon-like breasts which swayed with every movement of the car. Her denim halter was carelessly unbuttoned down to the middle of Bunny's cleavage and without the support of a bra they jiggled like deliciously firm bowls of jelly as Josh felt the stirrings under his belt intensify. He was wrong, to think of his own mother in sexual terms, but being the strong, sexually virile young man he was, and Bunny being the vibrant young woman she was, Josh found the temptation to dream about such things irresistible.
Bunny suddenly felt the car sway and pitch to the right as Josh directed it off the free-way. She hadn't noticed the Farrington exit sign and was somewhat startled by his abrupt departure from the main flow of traffic.
"Well, Josh, it won't be long now," Bunny casually remarked as they made their way down the simmering blue waters of the Pacific.
Just momentarily, Josh thought that his mother may have been looking at his crotch when she made the statement, but then, scolding himself for the quality of his thoughts, he laughed to himself and headed for their weekend destination.
* * *
"Hello, Hello, Hello," big Pete Starr said helping Bunny and Josh Ames from the car. "You arrived safely and without incident I trust. You didn't have any problems finding the place, did you?"
The barrage of questions indicated to Bunny that the weekend might turn into more of an ordeal than a parcel of time which she could devote to rest and relaxation.
"No, Mr. Starr, I mean Pete, everything went just fine. In fact we made very good time, don't you think Josh?" As she uttered the phrase she could see that already she was using her son as a shield to protect herself from the strong, extraverted personality Pete exemplified and despite the fact that she found Pete's behavior somewhat overbearing, she had to admit that there was something at-tractive in the bravado of his personality.
"Well, now let me help you with your things and I'll take you inside and introduce you around," he said as he effortlessly hoisted two huge bags over his shoulder and directed them to the house. They walked up a long spiraling granite sidewalk and approached the magnificent beach home of Pete's brother.
The tudor-style mansion was situated approximately 500 feet from the rocky cliff which separated it from the white sandy beach below. Lush vegetation covered the sides of the brown brick manor. A large veranda crowned the three story house and encircled its entire circumference. Bunny was amazed at the scope and magnitude of the house and wondered how a writer, no matter how successful, could support the operations of such a gigantic home.
The Ameses followed Pete Starr into the reception area of the beautiful resort-like home and watched as Pete, setting their luggage on the cobblestone floor, motioned them to follow him to the library where the others were al-ready gathered. Bunny, almost clinging to her son's side for comfort and reassurance entered the library where immediately she saw the three people there rise to her entry.
"O.K. everyone," Pete said boisterously, "I want you all to meet my lovely secretary Bunny Ames and her son Josh."
As introductions were made Bunny was stricken with the beauty of the objects in the library, but even more so with the collective beauty of the people she met. She had met Sheila Starr on one other occasion, but for some reason didn't remember her to be the vivacious and sexy woman she appeared to be that night As they politely shook hands, Bunny was struck with the almost masculine firmness of her curvaceous body and assumed automatically that Sheila Starr was probably a very athletic woman. Sheila possessed the body of a professional model with long slender thighs and very prominent bone structure. Her face was classically beautiful with an al-luring gauntness that gave her a majestic and extremely haunting sensuality. She paced the room Re a cat as she went to pour Bunny a drink and Bunny was impressed at the cool and collected way in which she handled the ordeal of introducing her vibrantly attractive daughter to Bunny's son, Josh.
"I'm extremely pleased to meet you," Sheila said in a seductive tone of voice to Josh as she directed him over to her daughter, Marcia. "And this is my daughter Marcia, Josh. Marcia, this is Joshua Ames, Bunny's son."
The temples of his head pounded with excitement as Josh awkwardly smiled and searched for the right words to express the overwhelming impressions he had of the raving beauty before him. Young Marcia Starr was even more lovely than he had remembered and Josh could feel his heart pound in his chest as he attempted to camouflage the fact that he was almost gasping for breath just looking at her. The tight blue jeans and halter top he had last seen her in were now replaced by a deerskin dress which exposed a goodly portion of her well-tanned breasts and the uppermost portion of her young firm thighs. Her breasts, much larger than her mother's, and billowing over the tightly con-straining deerskin fabric, swayed and wavered just as his own mother's did. He could see their size was enormous and as his eyes ran down her thin waist he could see her firm, supple buttocks ripple in the sheer leather tightness of the dress she so magnificently wore. Her long coppery red hair tumbled over her shoulders and down over her back, touching gently the thin golden waist band of her dress. Josh looked at her hoping not to re-veal the thoughts which raced through his mind, but the perceptively seductive smile on his face could not be ignored by the girl who smiled back at him with an equally provocative snicker.
As Josh and Marcia looked at each other in mutual fascination, their thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the sound of Marcia's father who seemed somewhat irritated when he said, "And here is the man who owns the house in which we now stand and con-verse, my brother, Paul Starr."
Obviously embarrassed by his brother's display of impatience, Paul Starr arose from the couch and smiled sweetly at Bunny, taking her hand in his as though it were a precious stone as he gallantly kissed it and sent shivers down Bunny's spine.
"I'm so glad to meet you," he said with an obvious foreign accent. "My brother has told me so much about you. Ah, and this is your son? He's a fine looking young man. Yes, a very strong young boy," Paul said as he good-naturedly grabbed Josh by the shoulders as though he were measuring their span.
What a difference in personalities, Bunny thought as she looked at the slender and in-credibly attractive man. He was nothing like his brother. He had none of the raucous mannerisms and his entire behavior seemed so different from what she was familiar with, that Bunny was forced to inquire as to where he picked up his accent.
"It's truly a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Starr. If you don't mind me asking, where did you get that wonderful accent? I'm fascinated by it," Bunny intoned.
"My dear," Paul said, "please call me Paul As for my accent, my brother will attest to the fact that at a very young age our father wished for me to acquire my education in our, or should I say his homeland. You see, there-fore I lived in Iran for many years before re-turning to American only a few short years ago. You see, also, that I am a writer and therefore I have been many places and that accounts for the way in which I speak. Ah, but enough of that. You must be tired after your long drive. Perhaps you would like a drink, or maybe you'd like to get some sleep so you can appreciate more fully the fine day we anticipate enjoying tomorrow?'
Bunny was simply overwhelmed by the majestic manner in which Pete's brother referred to her and everything around them and she was finding it harder and harder to carry out her plan of instantly disliking everyone in the house and therefore spending the week-end in sunny solitude.
"Oh, thank you, Paul, but I think I'll take a rain check on the drink and simply tuck myself in for the evening."
"Mom, Dad, would you mind if I took Josh down to the pier by fisherman's wharf? He's never seen it and it's such a nice night that I'm sure it's more beautiful than ever." Marcia Starr's voice came out of her mouth like honey as her heavily intoxicated father waved his hand in such a way as to indicate that anything the two young people wanted to do was fine with him.
"Just a minute," Sheila Starr broke in, "I don't mind you two going there, but remember they've had some simply horrid muggings down there lately so I want to know when you'll be home so I won't be forced to worry about you."
Josh could tell by the sound of Marcia's mother's voice that she was not a woman to fool with as he assured her that he could handle just about any problem that could develop.
"I'm sure you could," Sheila said suggestively as her eyes scanned his tall, muscular body, "but I still have a tendency to worry about my little girl, so you kids get back here before midnight."
"Oh Mom," Marcia cut in, "that only gives us a few hours. You usually let me stay out until two."
"All right, you're eighteen years old now, and I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but you kids be careful. Do you understand?"
Josh's voice almost cracked as he affirmatively answered Mrs. Starr and gazed in amazement at the woman's daughter. He didn't realize she was the same age as he was, and it actually intensified the strong, lustfully primitive urgings that shot through Josh's groin as he looked at the tanned, radiant little goddess who had grasped his hand and clung to him as she answered her mother's questions.
"Yes mother, we understand, don't we Josh?" Marcia looked at Josh with an alluring little leer as she spoke to her mother and as Marcia led Josh Ames out the door and toward her foreign convertible, he was certain that this would be a night he'd long remember.
CHAPTER Five
They spent well over three hours of deliciously exciting time at the wharf, discussing everything from world affairs to the price of nickel candy as Josh and Marcia gradually came to the instant and simultaneous realization that something electric was happening between them. On several occasions during the evening she'd actually taken the aggressive, cupping his hand in hers and frequently putting her arm around Josh's waist as though he were her only means of support. They bought ice-cream and the all-night confectionary located near the pier, but after finishing the cones, Josh, realizing that ice-cream didn't provide the precise kick he was looking for, bravely walked into a late-night liquor store and purchased a cheap bottle of wine. The old man behind the counter, half asleep and suffering from poor eye sight, sold the wine without questioning the youngster's age and Josh and Marcia walked the length of the old pier sipping wine and getting comfort-able with each other's body.
Soon a bitter wind whipped across the ocean and prompted Marcia to suggest that they head back to her Uncle's home. Josh gallantly finished off the wine with one long, gluttonous gulp and hurled the bottle into the ocean as Marcia good-naturedly teased him about his apparent unconcern with ecological matters.
Marcia's stunning complexion of dark amber contrasted wondrfully with the soft creamy beige of her deerskin dress and high heeled sandals she wore on her firm, finely tailored legs seemed to Josh to make her appearance all the more erotic and sexually inspiring.
As they approached her car, the one her father had purchased for her as a high school graduation gift, she offered the keys to Josh reminding him that it was he who was the man and it was his duty to see that she was driven home safely as a lady should be. Josh willingly took the keys and as they hopped into the car and the engine started to purr, Josh could feel his bulging young cock shift heavily in his overstuffed jeans.
They rode back to the Starrs' residence in almost total silence with only the sound of a late-night news show interrupting the serene and tranquil picture the Pacific drew over the two youngsters' horizon. Occasionally Marcia would steal a glance at Josh's rugged young features and she'd notice the huge bulge in his crotch which sent warm, throbbing sensations through her loins. She had noticed from the moment she had met him, the thickness which protruded from between his firm strong thighs and the wine they had shared seemed to rekindle Marcia's interest in the heavy mound of flesh which seemed to well up between Josh's legs.
Reaching the Starr mansion, Marcia directed Josh to park the car on the west side of the house where none of the grown-ups could hear or disturb them. He could sense now that she took more than a friendly interest in him and as her proposals and manner took on an increasingly aggressive quality, Josh could feel the thick heaviness between his legs, pound and throb with heightened urgency. They sat in the car with blank expressions on their faces as they looked out the window and listened to the static and muffled din of a far away radio station. There was something in-tangibly strange and uncomfortably awkward about the situation and Josh was searching for some way to break the unbearable tension which surrounded them when Marcia solved his dilemma for him.
As though she had practiced the move thousands of times, she suddenly dropped her gaze from the windshield and put one hand to Josh's cheek and the other hand dropped to his knee. She told him how much she had appreciated the good time they had had that night and confessed to the fact that she had been immediately attracted to him.
Josh had never been confronted by a girl with such an aggressive nature and he was a bit taken aback with the honesty and forward nature of her advances. But as her deft hand worked on his increasingly tightening thigh and her other index finger circled his lips in small ovals as she cooed into his ear, Josh came to the conclusion that his best bet was to just sit back and enjoy.
"Josh, you're the most exciting boy I've met in ages," she told him as her hand worked up his jeans and headed for his bursting groin. "I don't know why, but it seems like boys from other areas are just so much more exciting than the guys who hang around the beaches down here. You are so much more intellectual, exciting. Do you know what I mean?"
Josh wasn't sure he knew, but he started to get the idea as her hand almost magically darted from his upper thigh and into his bulging crotch as he fought to control his breathing and searched for something relatively sophisticated to say to the sexy little wench at his side. The blood in his veins seemed to flow through his body as if it was pumped from some over-reactive sexual pump and as he looked at the darkly tanned and preciously well-endowed young nymph whose teeth shone like white little pearls in a coral bed, he felt he'd soon pass out from the excitement of her touch. He reeled with delightful shock as her hand started to gently, yet firmly massage his virile, young, hardening penis, and as she made first contact with it, her entire tone of voice changed as she said, "God Josh, you're terrific down there."
Her words seemed to act as a strange exotic drug that drained him of all his strength as Josh found himself too weak from excitement to initiate anything sexually on his own. In-stead he had found his energies reduced to the point where he could only submit to the exquisite thrill of her fingers which seductively out-lined the thick dimensions of his excitedly rising cock.
Finally, Josh saw his vibrantly alluring little sex kitten transform herself into a wan-ton tigress as she pressed her soft, tongue-moistened lips to his and passionately rimmed his lips with her probing tongue. Marcia squirmed her wondrously well-endowed body against Josh's and the felt-lie texture of her breast-stretched dress pressed against the flesh of his bare chest, which was exposed through his unbuttoned shirt.
She panted noticeably as the intensity of their kissing increased and her hand desperately started to rip away at the fabric of his pants as she seemed to crave an opening to his swelling penis. Her body trembled with the excitement of }riming her new, sexy young boyfriend and as she shuddered with delicious anticipation Josh could feel a twinge of wan-ton excitement blast through his mind and sear his sensations with lewd images and desires.
Finally, unable and unwilling to restrain herself any longer, Marcia dropped her other hand which had drawn pictures of Josh's face with its delicate and well-manicured fingers, and started to work on the big brass buckle of Josh's jeans as her tongue obscenely slipped in and out of his receptive mouth. He could see now that she was a wild young girl possessed with the desire to handle the seduction of men herself and he therefore made no move to help her with her chore. Instead he simply continued to suck at her tongue and watch in fascination as she feverishly worked 'to free his waiting cock from its clothing-locked moorings.
With much energy expended Marcia was able to unhinge Josh's belt and had unzipped his fly when her soft, warm hand frantically wormed into his shorts and made contact with his fleshy, swollen cock. "OOOOOOhbhhhh," he heard her moan. "You're beautiful Josh, just beautiful," she cooed as her hand now relaxed on his throbbing, semi-erect hardness. Marcia's body seemed to flame in abandon as her tongue searched liquidly for the depths of the younger boy's mouth and her hand lovingly explored every fleshy inch of his genitals. She ran her small, excitedly perspiring hand along the shaft and felt the spongy thickness of his youthful cock -- growing harder with every teasing touch of her hand.
"God, it's getting hard," she purred like a kitten and shot her red-hot tongue in and out of Josh's warmly receptive mouth.
She now acted lie a girl possessed as she tugged on his pants, attempting to pull them down to his knees and allow his rising young pelvis more freedom. He obligingly arched his hips up as she grabbed his pants by the waist and slipped them down to his mid-thigh. She stared with a hungering young lust at the whitely wavering rod between his legs as it obscenely swung around his groin, its tip pointing aimlessly to every direction of the car's interior. Marcia took the long, pulsating shaft in her delicate hand and started gentle little stroking and pulling motions around it. Her hand worked its way up from the base of Josh's cock and traveled its entire length up to the thick, rubbery throbbing head.
"UUUUUhhhhh," Josh moaned in a per-verse tone as Marcia artfully guided her velvet fist up and over the cock's now enormous rubbery head. A small amount of lubricating fluid emerged from the cock's eye, only to be wiped away by the soft, delicately swiping touch of the beautiful girl's fingers near his side.
Josh's hips jutted and jerked with spasmodic excitement as she smothered the length of his prick with the velvet, satin-like touch of her warm, moist palm. His prick became harder and harder and threatened to explode at a moment's notice as she cupped his sperm-laden young scrotum, which squirmed and undulated wantonly up between his quivering legs, as she teased and kneaded the warm spongy flesh of his palpitating young cock with the softness of her fingers and hands.
Josh was left flabbergasted as Marcia moved her tongue from his mouth, unbutoned his shirt all the way and started a gentle kissing of his naked chest. She ran her tongue around the nipples of his strong, virile body and then slowly worked her tongue lower and lower until it was only inches away from the object of her desire. Then, as Josh watched in wide-eyed amazement she parted her moistly glistening lips and gently lowered her mouth over the hotly pulsing head of his cock.
"Oooooohhhh uuuummmmmmmm!" he tremulously moaned out as she distended her lips widely to accommodate it up inside and began to methodically bob her head up and down over his fire-filled young loins. With one hand she cupped and kneaded his cum-bloated balls and with the other she massaged expertly the thick base of his prick as her mouth sucked and teased at his aching cock like a small, hungrily nibbling young animal. Slowly she'd work her mouth down and over the long thick base, her cheeks swelling and then hollowing as she expertly deep-throated him. She'd coughed and sputtered several times at first and was forced to temporarily lift up from it only minutes later to slither her hot lips down again over the rampantly plunging organ as she adjusted rapidly to his size. He ground sensuously up into the warm inner flesh of her mouth with the bluntness of his cock head as it started to jolt and kick uncontrollably up into Marcia's hotly engulfing warmth. And as Josh looked down and saw her cream-like breasts quiver and jiggle in her braless dress, he knew it wouldn't be long be-fore he filled her mouth with a wild eruption of glossy, creamy cum from the achingly ready center of his balls below. ...
CHAPTER Six
The door of Bunny's mom, securely bolted now that Pete Starr had left, had a mirror built into it which was, she assumed, normally used for guests' last minute inspection of themselves. Looking into the long, almost full-length frame she saw a woman who looked ten years younger than her actual chronological age. She admired herself and thought how lucky she was not to be chained to a man like Pete Starr who continually seemed to drag her and everyone in his presence down to his level. But then she thought of Pete's brother and of what a charming and warm picture he had drawn for her. If she were to ever become interested in men again, it would be a man like Paul who'd rekindle the fire, she thought, as she prepared herself for bed.
It was apparent that Paul Starr was a very successful man, but what precisely did he do for a living beside write? Surely he couldn't support himself in such a high fashion by simply writing one book which had experienced only moderate commercial success. Then what?
Her thoughts drifted from one subject to the other and her eyes surveyed the luxurious surroundings which Paul Starr had provided for her stay at his ocean-side palace. All the furnishings were of the Victorian period and all exquisitely styled and obviously expensive. From the opulent hand carved, antique dresser to the ornate silver chess set which stood in a far corner of her spacious guest room, everything spelled good taste and ex-pensive preferences.
Removing her denim halter, her firm, fully blown breasts fell out of the thin material and swayed out sensuously white from her sculptured torso. Her cream-like, honey-colored skin was unblemished and her body had not an ounce of excess marking any of its con-tours. She kicked off her platform shoes and slipped out of her blue denim slacks, exposing a pair of black nylon panties which detailed the small, excitingly puffed little vaginal deft up between her legs. The scanty panties en-cased the most lovely hips and buttocks imaginable and as she lay back on the bed in sheer exhaustion from the trip and spread her legs outward to rest her tired feet, a few strands of her golden pubic hair curling from beneath the elastic leg bands near her inner thighs. She rolled over on the bed and turned out the bedside lamp that left the faint ray of moon-light penetrating the window of her room, revealing her firm melon-like buttocks which strained in smoothly rounded curves against the soft material of her panties.
Futility marked her attempts to sleep as the combination of the long drive and her inner excitement with staying at such a lavish villa forced her mind to dwell heavily on the events of the day. She thought about Paul Starr and his brother and the difference -between them. She considered Pete's wife and daughter and then her mind focused on her son Josh. Where could he be at this hour, she thought looking at her watch and noticing it was one o'clock in the morning. He and Marcia had promised to be back by 12. She put her head back on the pillow, knowing full well it would do no good to worry about Josh when soft, almost inaudible stirrings outside brought her attention to the fact that some-one was directly below her window.
Quickly getting up and heading for the west window of the room, Bunny didn't bother to put on a robe but simply approached the window with her naked breasts and the thin, flimsy panties covering her golden pubic mound visible in the moonlight, opened her window and peered down into the parking area which lay directly under her. Her eyes, still bleary from her half-sleep focused hazily upon the small convertible with the top down and as her sight became clearer she gasped in sudden disbelief at what she saw.
Right before her very eyes was her boss's daughter doing the unspeakable to her own son Josh. She could see the wanton young eighteen year old kissing her son and playing with his ... no she couldn't look, she was shocked at what she saw to look any longer, yet something about the provocative nature of the sight forced her to keep her eyes locked to the lewdly stimulating scene.
Bunny had seen her son walk around the house many times with nothing but a towel around his waist, but she never had expected he could provide her with the sight she was now witnessing. Josh had the nicest young cock she could imagine and as the young voluptuous beauty at his side worked her mouth loser and closer to her son's virile young hardness. Bunny held her breath in near disbelief as she kept telling herself it was just a dream.
She's going to put her mouth on it, Bunny thought dazedly, as she stood near the window, mesmerized by the sight of Marcia guiding her small, slippery hand over the fleshy length of Josh's penis and at the same time moving her face loser and loser down to his convulsively swaying cock.
Then, quickly, the young girl ovalled her mouth sensuously open and took the lustfully throbbing head up into her widely-spread lips. Bunny was certain she couldn't get the entire thing up inside, but Marcia surprised her by forcing her head down lower and suddenly sucking inward, engulfed the entire head in her now cock-bloated young mouth. Then gently and with slow, calculated patience, the young girl slowly absorbed the full length of the heavily throbbing hardness that rocked impatiently up into her warm, saliva-moistened throat. Josh's hips started to gyrate in a frenzied, urgent motion as the hotly building cum from his scrotum started its slow, painful path up the base of his cock shaft. Ravenously he ground his hips upward toward her face as she took in almost the en-tire length of his penis. Her tongue fluttered out over the heavily pulsating tip and then would retreat back into her mouth as she would once again engulf his prick with her roundly spread young lips.
Bunny had to hold herself erect with the aid of her arms which grasped at the window sill. She had never seen anything like what she was now seeing and the fact that her own eighteen year old son was the recipient of such salacious, licentious ministrations only acted to intensify the profoundly erotic and provocatively captivating quality of the scene. Her son's almost virgin young loins jerked hotly up into Marcia's anxiously awaiting lips and Bunny was fascinated at the surprising dimensions of his desire-hardened cock and the fact a young girl like Marcia could even begin to swallow his full length up into her tender young throat.
Now Josh started to wail uncontrollably as Marcia increased the speed with which her lips plunged up and down his heavily hardened cock shaft. She playfully pulled and massaged his cum-filled scrotum and as the base of his penis swelled to even thicker dimensions, the small eye on the tip dilating wide and exploding out his virile young cum as he suddenly undulated his hips harder up-ward and groaned out in a wild tremor of uncontrollable lust.
His hotly-flooding seminal fluids filled the young girl's mouth and nostrils with a pun-gent masculine piquency that was obviously driving her half insane as she gulped and swallowed as fast as she could the warmly sprewing river of cum which gushed ceaselessly up into her mouth and trickled out the corners of her lips.
Bunny watched in the confused state of motherly concern and yet excited voyeur as she unconsciously stroked the delicately trembling lips of her own now wetly seeping cunt as finally, the two teenagers reclined in the car's front seat, a picture of exhaustion and satisfaction.
She could not take her eyes away from the sexually satiated young twosome as she felt the moisture flowing more shamelessly now beneath the thin nylon crotchband of her panties. And ... she was painfully aware now of what bothered her more than anything about the lewd sexual scene between her son and the young eighteen year old girl she had just witnessed. Her regret was that she herself did not have the opportunity, as did young Marcia, to suck to orgasm Josh's beautifully young and wonderous cock!!!
CHAPTER Seven
Bunny Ames's delicate and well-manicured fingers brushed away the sleep from her eyes. Thin rays of sunlight filtered through the microscopic slits of her curtain creating a polka dot pattern of the gold on the rich green of her bed's quilt. As her eyes became accustomed to the morning's new light, her mind signaled a mild warning of distress. Bunny could feel a slight twinge of apprehension jolt her into an upright position in her bed, yet everything seemed as normal in her cerebral functioning until her thoughts reeled back to the scene she had witnessed underneath her bedroom window no more than 8 hours earlier.
Suddenly she found her breathing take on a more strained character and she could almost hear the pounding of her own heart as she saw once again Pete Starr's daughter, Marcia, sucking wildly on her son's heavily hardened young penis. She made an anguished mental note of the expertise with which the young girl had so gluttonously feasted on Josh's ten-der young genitals, but then once again scolded herself, for she knew it was only be-cause she was jealous of the opportunity to the young girl had taken such good advantage of.
Sitting straight up in bed and fumbling with her cigarette pack, Bunny found it hard to admit that she found such an erotic, sexual interest in her son, but she knew she had been subconsciously thinking about him in those terms for quite some time. The visual appeal of what she had witnessed the night before only enhanced the strong sensual bond she felt between her son and herself.
Bunny mulled around the idea of how she would handle her new revelations. She had heard the younger generation was promiscuous but she had no idea her son had or would be part of such sophisticated sex acts with a girl he had just met. Bunny realized now that Josh was probably more sexually experienced than she was and the thought of her own sexual denial, since the conception of her son, jolted Bunny into the reality of her situation. She had gone sixteen years without making love to any man and she felt as though she had cheated herself. She wanted to make up for lost time, yet something held her back. She could still remember the hotly burning eyes of her stepfather on the fateful night she had lost her virginity and her still nagging fear that it might be impossible to ever love a man again. Yet as she stood before her window, the sun beating down on her naked breasts, she could feel the soft, golden-fringed lips of her cunt moisten with liquid-desire as she re-lived the way Marcia had sucked and kissed Josh's whitely throbbing hardness and forced him to cum up in her mouth in hotly spewing torrents of ravenous desire.
Somehow, someway, Bunny would have to confront her son with the fact that she had seen his affair with Marcia Starr. But how? she thought to herself. Bunny was still exhausted from the torrid week's work she had put in and the long drive to Huntington Beach. She could also feel herself falling victim to a mild cold and considered using her weariness as an excuse to spend the day in bed, thereby freeing herself of the task of facing an understanding man and would not be offended by her actions. Bunny also considered the fact that she was still smoldering in arousal from watching young Marcia Starr hungrily devouring her son's hotly spurting young cum last night and knew she was going to have to relieve herself in one way or an-other or she would never make it through the day.
Putting out the cigarette, Bunny walked back toward the bed. Her long, lithe thighs scissored out over the bed's length as the lips of her vagina moved slightly, silently under the thinly transparent material of her panties. Small wisps of golden pubic hair near her inner thighs and contrasted starkly with the blackness of the lace fringed leg bands. Her body, like a marvelous statue, squirmed wantonly in the warm morning's sunlight as she writhed on the king-sized bed and felt her loins begin to churn and boil with excitement. Her thoughts were centered on the two youngsters who had shown her a side to life she had almost forgotten, and running her fingers lightly down over the satiny skin of her firm, now softly trembling belly and then up to the gorgeous, heaving breasts which swayed with every move of her hips, she ran a hand down and under the waist band of the thin nylon material covering her loins and teased momentarily into the softly glistening slit of her open spread cunt. The nipples on the tip of her naked breasts were now erect and she placed the palms of her hands flat against the twin mounds as her heart pounded with the wildly rising erotic sensations the feel of them there gave her. Just touching herself there made her want to touch all of her sensitively hungering erogenous zones, and she started again to lower her other hand down over her belly and toward the moistly throbbing little mouth up between her inner thighs. Then, just for an instant, Bunny's face glanced into the big mirror in front of her bed and upon meeting the reflection of her hand pressed tightly up between her widespread thighs, she blushed and turned away.
"Oh God!" she groaned out loud, and scolded herself mentally for being so preoccupied with her sexuality. God, she had been fingering herself and running her hands over her soft, curl-lined vaginal lips more and more in the last few months and she knew she should somehow break the habit ... but not right now ... she had worked herself up into a low, languid torpor of desire as she remembered her eighteen year old son's virile young cock spearing up into her boss's daughter's hungrily working mouth until she had thought he might drive it out the back of her head. Bunny lay in bed, her long blonde hair in a pony tail, and the pouty quality of her facial features made her look more than slightly devilish as she kneaded and gently stroked the ever-wetting lips of her vagina. Her milky-clear complexion shown like honey as the golden sunlight reflected o$ her face took on a relaxed glow as she wriggled in delight with her fingers touch. Her long narrow waist shuddered in excitement as, removing her panties, she lowered her eyes to her voluptuously flaring hips and perfectly pro-portioned thighs and pushed her thumbs beneath the elastic top. She started to lower them quickly, but she stopped, caught up for a moment in the arousing exposure of her vaginal triangle. The soft nylon strip of her panties that ran between her thighs seemed to want to cling there to her softly curling pubic hair, and she lowered the thin, almost transparent nylon down slowly, inch by inch revealing to her sight the heart-shaped path of silken blonde pussy hair. She could almost feel the steamy-heat of the mid-morning sun as it seemed to rise up between her slightly spread thighs and it gently drifted up and into the soft folds of her open cuntal slit, warming the already heated bud of her clitoris. It tingled, aching to be teased and touched by other human flesh, and telling herself she would only do it for an instant, she released one side of her panties, leaving them tightly clasped to her thighs. Watching her hand move over to the triangular patch of fuzz was enough to make her feel more ex-cited but she extended her long middle finger, bending it slightly as she pushed it hesitantly into the softness of her cuntal lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned out loud as she felt the electric-like flash of pleasure as her finger made contact. Her clit was hard, and she rolled it gently under her fingernail, trembling with the lewdly wicked sensations which seemed to purr from her writhing body. Bunny could feel the lubricating fluid from her sweet, finely perfumed vagina begin to form at the opening just below her finger and down into the soft, pink flesh in search of the warmly pulsating pussy mouth. Finding it moist, she pushed the tip of her finger into the narrow hole, and her mind whirled with the images of sexual gratification.
Bunny could imagine having a man's passion-hardened cock fucking into her there, and taking a deep breath, Bunny wormed her finger into the smoothly quivering passage of her vagina. She worked it deep, not stopping until the palm of her hand was pressed tightly against the excitedly trembling lips of her cunt and golden pussy curls. God it felt good, she thought, too good!
"Oh God," Bunny exclaimed almost in a scream. She was reaching some indefinable sexual zenith and she knew she'd better put a stop to herself or things would soon be out of control. With a certain amount of shame and self-embarrassment Bunny took her fingers away from her still hotly trembling pussy and permitted her breathing to return to normal. Her pounding heart and throbbing loins had started to return to a state of normalcy when, with a startling unexpectancy, Bunny's sensually floating mind and languished body snapped into attention, as she heard a knock on the bedroom door.
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"Good morning! Could I come in?" It was the voice of Sheila Starr as Bunny found her-self scurrying to regain her lost composure. "It's almost noon," Sheila went on, "and I wanted to make sure everything was all right."
"Yes come in," Bunny said, securing a blanket over her enormously swaying breasts.
"Good morning," Sheila repeated. "Did you sleep well?"
"Oh, yes, very well," Bunny said with a poorly disguised tone of petulance. "I guess I slept like the proverbial rock. What time did you say it was?" Bunny found it difficult to hide the fact that the aggressive nature of Sheila's daughter and in fact Sheila herself, somewhat put off Bunny and formed a bather between them.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you that I'll be glad to make you some lunch if you'd like. Pete and Paul went out to the golf course, but they'll be back in time for dinner."
"Thank you, Sheila," Bunny said, "but the truth is that I'm not feeling too well. I generally don't sleep late and since I did I think it's a sign that I may be coming down with some-thing. I was really considering just staying in bed all day. You don't think Paul and Pete would consider me doing so an insult?"
"Why of course not," Sheila patronizingly said. "If you don't feel well I could bring something up to you if you'd like."
"Some coffee and a few slices of toast would be fine, thank you," Bunny said, as Sheila graciously excused herself and made her way for the door. "Oh Sheila!" Bunny said. "Did Josh and Marcia get in on time last night? I'm afraid I fell asleep the minute Pete showed me to the room."
"Well, to be truthful, Bunny," Sheila said, "they did get in a little late, but I think there's nothing to worry about between those two. I mean, you know how kids are these days."
"Well, I think I'm beginning to," Bunny said. "Could you tell Josh that I'd like to see him in my room for a moment?" Bunny asked Sheila.
"Why certainly," Sheila replied. "The kids are swimming in the pool. I'll tell him the second I get back downstairs. Now you just want coffee and toast, is that correct?"
Bunny was impressed with the hospitable way Sheila was treating her and was glad to see she wasn't the kind of woman who could possibly become jealous over the fact that her husband had invited another woman at his office along with them for the weekend.
"Yes, and thank you, Sheila, I really appreciate it," Bunny said as down at the foot of the bed under the covers, she felt the nylon fabric of her panties with her toes and remembered the radiance and extravagant sensation which had moments ago ignited her womb in spasms of warm pleasure.
As Sheila dosed the door, Bunny reclined on the bed and let out a sigh of relief. She was certain the other woman had not been able to detect that Bunny had been fingerfucking herself before she entered the room and as she felt her face drain off the blush which had painted it crimson, Bunny relaxed and assured herself that Mrs. Starr was probably not that observant.
Lying in the large luxurious bed with her head propped up against two enormous pillows, Bunny bent her left knee so that the bottom of her foot was flush with the sheet be-low her. She skimmed her svelte, creamy thighs with her finger nails and languished in the ecstatic feeling of her hands, which lightly explored every velvety contour of her body. She was contemplating plunging her fingers into the still moist cavity of her still hotly heaving cunt when once again the door of her room was rattled with the sound of an intruder.
"Who is it," Bunny called from her bed and once again pulling her hands from between the fleshy warmth of her thighs.
"It's me, Mom," Josh said as his muffled voice barely penetrated the well constructed, hard oak door.
"Come in darling," Bunny said, as she pulled the rubber band from her long waxen blonde pony-tail as her billowing locks cascaded down her well-chiseled neck and shoulders.
"Morning Mom," Josh said as he entered her room wearing only the revealing tank suit he wore when he swam. "Are you feeling all right?"
Bunny had seen her son many times before in the brief swimming suit he commonly wore in his high school competition, but the fact that he was wearing it in the home of unfamiliar people forced Bunny to evaluate the appropriateness of her son's actions.
"No, I'm really not feeling too well, Josh," she said. "Do you really think you should walk around Mr. Starr's home in that?" Bunny said as she pointed at the brief suit.
"Oh, Mom, don't get uptight. Everybody wears these around today. The Starrs won't mind and besides you see what Marcia's wearing," he said, as a leering snicker blossomed across his face.
Bunny could just imagine what the little tart who'd almost raped her son had or didn't have on as she swam in her uncle's pool, but looking at Josh left little to her imagination. She could easily see the abnormally large and lewd figure of his penis shift obscenely in the flimsy material and Bunny could 'feel herself become slightly faint as she forced her gaze to travel from her son's crotch to his face.
"Well I just wanted to tell you that you'll be free of my motherly influence today, be-cause I really feel quite tired and I'm just going to rest in bed. You don't mind do you," she smiled almost seductively at her son.
"No Mom," he replied, "that's all right. You get some rest today and tomorrow and Mon-day we can get some sun together. How would that be?"
"Yes, I'd like that honey," she said. "By the way. What are your plans for today?"
"Well, ah, Marcia's got these friends," he stammered, "and I guess they're having a party and she invited me to go with her. That's all right with you isn't it Mom?"
Bunny just didn't know how to approach the subject of the disgustingly lewd scene she had witnessed the night before and as her eyes once again rested on Josh's enormous manhood, she decided to put the matter of his youthful indescretion out of her mind. She loved her son too much to embarrass him by revealing to him that she had seen him in the throes of lustful and wickedly wanton abandon.
"I ... I guess it's all right," she said, "but get home at a reasonable hour and be-have yourself."
"Thanks Mom," her son said as he turned to leave. Suddenly he turned back in her direction and smiled broadly as he said, "Ya know, I think this might be the best vacation we've ever taken Mom!"
"Maybe you're right, Josh," his mother said, "Maybe you're right."
CHAPTER Eight
For the second time that day Bunny awoke in the luxurious guest room and opened her eyes to the beauty which surrounded her. Brass furnishings and layers of differing textures of hardwoods made her resplendent environment more comforting than she could have dreamed possible. Glancing at her watch Bunny saw that she had slept through a good portion of the afternoon and looking at the silver serving platter that Sheila had brought up the meager breakfast on. Bunny told herself she'd better make an attempt to greet the people that had furnished her with an extravagance she was somewhat unaccustomed to.
The brilliant orange sky which headed for the horizon spilled Comforting quatums of 'light on Bunny as she stretched her lovely body in radiant nakedness. Her watch indicated that indeed she had spent the major portion of the day in bed and that the Stairs were probably preparing to eat dinner within the hour. She wondered if it would be wise to feign ignorance of the time and simply wait until someone summoned her to dinner, or to dress and attempt to politely go downstairs under the pretext of getting something for her cold.
She brought her curvaceous, firm figure to an upright position and ran a brush through her thick blonde hair. Digging into her suitcase, Bunny pulled a fresh pair of white bikini panties up and over her round, firm buttocks. She cupped her large, beautifully sloping breasts in a matching white, translucent bra and strained her arms to fasten the scanty material which supported her giant egg-shaped tits. Bunny walked to the mirror and inspected her voluptuous figure and classically defined facial features and considered the alternatives of what she could wear down-stairs. Knowing that the Starrs customarily walked around the house in casual clothes, Bunny hurriedly slipped into a denim skirt and matching blouse, slipped on a pair of black platform heels and started down the stairs
After walking halfway down the corridor to the long staircase, she ducked into what seemed like one of many auxiliary bathrooms to brush her teeth and freshen up. She had just started running water in the marble fountain style basin when she heard a strangely wicked laugh originating from the lounging area next to the downstairs library. Bunny turned the water off and remained silently stationary as she listened intently to the noises below.
Yes, it was Sheila Starr's voice squealing in bizarre shrills of laughter and intermingled with the hoarse and throaty sounds of Pete and Paul Starr who sounded as though they were encouraging her to do something. Bunny quickly headed down the corridor and down the spiral staircase to the main living room off the foot of the stairs. As she made it to the landing she could hear more clearly the sound of Sheila Starr's voice and incredible things that were being said in the room adjacent to the one in which Bunny now found herself. Bunny held herself rigid like a wooden manikin as she reeled in veritable shock upon hearing Sheila Starr speak in the most disgustingly obscene and vile way.
Bunny's mind turned into a maze of confusion as she tip-toed to the door-way separating her from what she heard. She wanted to verify her sanity by seeing if what she heard had any bearing on the activities in the room. What Bunny saw not only validated her initial impressions, but doubled her horror and amazed disgust.
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Their naked bodies seemed to glow in the brilliant afternoon sunlight and Bunny was so close she could reach out and touch them. But it wasn't their nudity but their bizarre positions which stunned Bunny, and she remained hidden behind the sanctity of the big oak door, her mind trying to make sense out of the lewd spectacle before her.
There was a man stripped and naked, stretched out on his back on the floor and there was the voluptuous Sheila Starr kneeling on discarded underclothing which was scattered around the huge, expensive Persian carpet which covered the hardwood floor. Her smoothly rounded backside was toward Bunny, and both of her hands were encircling a huge, rigidly erect penis that stood straight up from the man's pelvis. Bunny would never have believed a cock could be so big, and if that wasn't enough of a shock, she was stunned to see Sheila lovingly caressing it with her hands. It was almost as if naked Sheila was a doctor examining a patient's sexual prowess as she loaned over it, her long au-burn hair hanging down to touch his thighs, while her fingers seemed to feel every part of its long, hard-fleshed surface. She was laughing and licking her wetly parted lips and breathing her hot breath teasingly over the throbbing penis, her face moving closer and loser to it.
"Your cock is so lovely," she said to the snickering man, and Bunny found herself examining the man's penis too. The thick head seemed to glow a majestic purple in the orangish glow of the sunlight, and the narrow slit at the tip opened and closed as Sheila's hand stroked up and down its thick length. Bunny's eyes ran up the navel of the heavily-hung man and Bunny was again repulsed by the incestuous spectacle of Sheila's own brother-in-law, Paul Starr, as he stared coolly at Sheila. He raised up on his elbows and as he made suggestive thrusting motions with his hips, it was apparent he wanted to shove his massively erect penis into her mouth.
She told herself it was wrong to be deceitful and spy on her host hie this, but at the same time she didn't have the will-power to simply walk away from such a provocative sight. What really kept her there was the thought of witnessing another sexual act which only days before she'd never dream possible. Though she could never consciously admit it, Bunny had become almost wantonly aroused by watching the young Marcia suck her son's cock the night before and thus she was emotionally and physically unable to pass up the opportunity to observe another sexual scene -- one which would satisfy her curious arousal.
Sheila was squealing a high-pitched groan of desire as she leaned closer and closer to the thickly jutting column of flesh, leaning over until her large milky breasts were sensually swaying just above his jerking penis. She moved lower, positioning her dangling globes until they were on either side of the wildly throbbing cock and squeezed them around the fleshy shaft as if she was making a tit-sandwich. Then she began to stroke the massive cock, using her soft, but fleshy firm breasts in the place of her hands. Impatiently, the thick purple head of the man's feverishly pulsating cock reappeared as she began to raise up and down, fucking his lust hardened staff with her rhythmically bobbing fits. In the golden hue of the sun the entire scene appeared to be a strange ritual which Marcia's mother was per-forming over the man's idol-like phallus. Paul Starr had a fixed smile on his face as he watched his long thick cock being massaged by her soft breasts, and suddenly he arched his hips up, pushing the head of his cock up so far that it scraped her chin. Sheila backed off for a moment, laughing with a seductive chuckle and then forming a huge `o' with her red moist lips. Now, no longer smiling, but suddenly quite intent and serious, she flicked her pink little tongue out at the massively jerking penis and wetly circled its throbbing head.
Just for an instant the entire tit-fucking scene tilted crazily before Bunny's eyes and she began to feel faint. It was all too unbelievable seeing the vile and incredibly crude and vulgar way in which Sheila lusted after
Paul's hugely throbbing cock with her mouth. Bunny knew she should leave and return to her room, but she also knew that no power on earth could force her away from this lewdly exciting sight. She had never seen anything more perversely displayed in all her life, and because it started to excite her with cunt wrenching sensations that were beyond comprehension she had to see it all.
Paul's cock grew even more massive under Sheila's expert ministrations. She licked up and down the full length of the blood-filled shaft, occasionally stopping to flick out across the very tip where tiny drops of semen had appeared. It was as if she was whipping the hard flesh into submissiveness as she painted it over with her warmly glistening saliva. As Paul moaned and squirmed, she withdrew her tongue and lowered her head until the thick tip of his moistened penis was slowly fucking up between her ovalled red lips, entering the hot, wet cavity of her mouth. She sucked and licked at the vibrant flesh as though it were a delicious ice-cream' cone. Gradually, Sheila took more and more of his thickness inside her wetly sucking mouth, and at the same time, her hand wrapped around its thick base, she pumped up and down his shaft. Then suddenly, Sheila did something Bunny wouldn't have believed possible unless she'd seen it with her own eyes.
Feverishly, her body moving in convulsive jerks, Sheila moaned and slowly lowered her head, taking nearly the entire length of the huge glistening head of Paul's cock in her throat. Her cheeks bloated grotesquely and then hollowed in as she sucked furiously on the pulsating rod. As she raised her head up again, she left a trail of white teeth marks along its blood-red surface. Then, with a rhythmic motion, her head began to rapidly bob up and down over Paul's cock, her tightly compressed lips rolling in and out as she sucked with abandon. Sheila's free hand was used to massaging the hairy huge globes of her sperm-weighted balls, and she appeared caught up in a wild, sexual cocksucking frenzy that grew more intense with each passing second.
Now Bunny felt her own traitorously responding cunt swing into sexual high gear as she watched the lewd sight before her. She could feel her heart reverberate in her ears and her inner thighs worked like pinchers as they squeezed her wetly palpitating vagina. Her legs started to shield her position from the others.
Just as her firm, tight ass hit the hardwood floor, she saw another man, Pete Starr, come into the room from the kitchen. He had a pa-per plate in his hand and had apparently just finished eating some potato salad. He was naked, and Bunny felt her cunt walls lurch tightly together at the sight of his semi-erect penis jutting out from his groin. God! Pete's cock was big, Bunny thought, as she compared it to the one fucking into Sheila's mouth. She looked on in fascination as Sheila hardly bothered to look up as Pete entered the room in his typically bellicose fashion.
"Why, you son-of-a-bitch," he jokingly said to his brother. "Everytime I turn my back I find my wife's mouth around your cock."
Both brothers smiled at each other with friendly grins as Paul looked down at Sheila and said to Pete, "Why don't you fuck her cunt, while I fuck her mouth?"
Bunny was truly horrified to see Sheila spread her thighs and grind her smoothly curved ass-cheeks out in willing acquiescence as her husband put down his plate and walked around behind his nakedly kneeling wife. Then Bunny trembled in total disbelief as she watched what Pete was about to do.
My God, he's going to lick her pussy, Bunny thought as she stared at the trio of naked people. Her brain burned with fevered intensity as she watched Pete spread Sheila's thighs even further until his mouth was pressed flush against her bronze-haired pussy. She moaned like a banshee with the first touch of his hot tongue and lips and dug her fingernails into Paul's hips as his brother reamed his wife's pussy with his hotly pulsating tongue. Pete dug his fingers into the soft crevice of her supple globular buttocks, spreading the twin melons widely apart to gain a better access for his teasing tongue-fucking of her upraised cunt.
A wanton shudder ran up Bunny's spine as she looked at the tiny pink anus which seemed to peer like a single brown eye out of Sheila's beautiful backside. Bunny could see the brownish outer ring of rubbery flesh expand and contract as Pete worked his bur-rowing tongue into the twinging, quivering furrow of Sheila's openly displayed cunt. Bunny was becoming so visually involved with the bizarre sight that she felt she could also feel Pete's heated tongue worm wetly in and out of her own cunt and she was grateful for being hidden from view as the uncontrollable desire to fingerfuck herself again dominated her thoughts. The burning sensation in the pit of her belly had become a raging fire of lust as she opened the front of her denim blouse and swiftly removed it. With both hands, Bunny hoisted her mammoth brassiere up and over the jutting succulent mounds of flesh to cup them and tantalizingly pinch and knead her swelling nipples. Yet, not once, did her eyes leave the wild sexual scene near the big dining room table.
Now Sheila's head bobbed up and down ravenously, her hand moving almost faster than the eye can see up and down Paul's thickly glistening cock shaft. In swifter strokes she sensually ground her full-fleshed ass in hot little circles as Pete swirled his long wet tongue up and into the moist channel of her hotly clasping cunt. As Pete started to outline the ring of Sheila's defenselessly exposed rectum with his finger, Bunny looked on in amazement as Sheila wiggled her buttocks shamelessly back against the hotly probing finger as though she beckoned his thick fingers into the interior of her anal walls.
Bunny's eyes now glazed over in lust as she watched Pete slowly worm his middle finger up into Sheila's rectum. He slithered his middle finger up to his second knuckle as he licked her sweltering pussy with his well trained tongue.
The sight of such debauchery sent chills of wild, cunt throbbing excitement streaking through her loins as Bunny released one of her breasts to push the band of her little white nylon panties down over her flaring hips. As the flimsy material gathered at the knees she kicked her legs out, anxious to have the complete freedom of movement her love-starved pussy desired. Bunny hesitated for just a moment, a familiar tinge of guilt crossing her consciousness, yet she was al-ready beyond the point of no return. Trembling with eager anticipation, she ran her hand up between her firm inner thighs until her fingers were pressing into the soft folds of her moistly heated vagina. Her pubic hairs were wet with excitement and the cuntal flesh of her hotly swelling pubic mound pulsed feverishly beneath her probing hand. Her fingers brushed the electricity of her clitoris and she gasped at the unexpected shock the con-tact brought. Guilt flickered through her consciousness, yet it was supplemented by the overpowering desire of fulfilling the deep frustrated need boiling crazily in her cock-hungry belly.
Suddenly Bunny's attention was directed to the threesome on the rug, where the combined groans and moans of pleasure seemed to permeate the room. Bunny knew things would have to come to a head soon, and as she looked at Sheila and the way she unabashedly groaned her nakedly splayed cunt back toward Pete's skewering tongue, she realized that something different was about to happen. Pete was suddenly on his knees with his back erect. Could it be that he was going to fuck her dog style? Bunny asked herself. Pete casually dug his fingers into the crevice dividing Sheila's softly rounded ass-cheeks and spread them wide to expose her anus once again. Bunny had watched him fuck his fingers in and out of her puckered little asshole, but now, as Pete pulled on the foreskin of his fleshy penis, his intentions became quite clear. Her tight little anal orifice was distended and quivering in anticipation as Pete aimed his enormous cock head directly for the tiny crinkled ring of her asshole. Sheila suddenly stopped her fucking of Paul's cock with her mouth and lifted her curvaceous ass-cheeks slightly higher to meet Pete's advancing penile assault,
Frozen in a maze of stupendous and overwhelming desire, Bunny watched as Pete moved his long, wildly throbbing penis up between Sheila's widespread buttocks. Certainly she couldn't take the full length of her husband's cock up into her tiny little rectum without being torn in half, Bunny thought. But as she stared in disbelief Sheila pulled her mouth temporarily away from the blood-engorged prick in her mouth and gasped out in staccato fashion the phrase Bunny was astonished to hear.
"Hurry Pete ... Fuckkkk it ... fuck my ... asshole!" Impossible, Bunny said to herself as her mind spun in dizzying confusion. No woman could take such an assault on her rectum yet Sheila was begging for it. Then suddenly Pete was massaging his wife's asshole with the rubbery head of his thickly pulsating cock. He pressed it against the tiny little aperture of her tight anus and she wiggled back against it as though she hungered for it in her lust crazed body. Pete just let the lust-hardened organ rest near the tiny little opening, the deep purple of its head contrasting with the smooth whiteness of her ass. Pete's body trembled in naked excitement, but he held back either to torment Sheila or to savor the thrill of her heated flesh as it slowly began to expand around his heavily swollen cock. Paul just stared down with a lewd, passion-inspired snarl as he watched his brother about to ass-fuck his wife.
"Ram ... it up ... in ... my ... asshole," she stammered around the lust-swollen cock in her mouth. She squirmed against her husband trying desperately to wriggle her rectal passage up onto the long, poised prick and encase it in her tightly clenched anus. Pete held her by the hips and with a sudden forward flick of his hips, he plowed his thickly throbbing cock up into the narrow channel of Sheila's impatiently waiting rectum.
"Aaaaaggggghh!" She grunted around the thick rod of quivering flesh in her mouth as she began bobbing rapidly up and down over Pete's cock, giving a low grunting approval of his assault on her anus. Sheila's groan was loud enough to drown out the muffled cry which escaped Bunny's lips as she watched Pete fuck deep up into Sheila's tight unprotected little asshole. With terrified amazement, Bunny watched as the huge, blood-filled cock slowly skewered into the tightly clasping passage, stretching it impossibly wide as inch by inch it disappeared inside the elastic-like ring of rubbery anal flesh. Pete drove into Sheila's rectum with the full length of his heavily skewering cock, deeper and deeper until his pubic curls pressed flesh against her wantonly splayed buttocks. He then began a rapid fucking of her cock-filled depths and humped hard against her ecstatically grinding ass-cheeks with a wild, animal-like fury. Pete's semen-laden balls swung forward with such force that they made a loud slapping noise down against her moistly quivering cunt below and the sound only added to Bunny's own excitement as she watched Paul grin as he again began to fuck his wetly glistening cock far up into the depths of Sheila's hungrily sucking throat.
Bunny began to shake and tremble as her own fingers worked and kneaded her clitoris as she listened to Paul shout obscenely at Sheila to "suck harder, you beautiful bitch." His glazed eyes stared at the unnatural coupling of Pete's giant penis sunk deep up inside Sheila's greedily devouring asshole and he shouted forth encouragement as though he could no longer hold back his own orgasm. "Suck it baby," he screamed, "suck it!"
She knew it was only a fleeting desire, but Bunny now wanted to have a man's cock fucking deep up inside her own cunt which burned with raging desire. Her wickedly pulsating pussy tortured her as never before as she watched Sheila being fucked from both ends by the obscenely shouting, well-endowed men before her. Bunny was now becoming lost in her own sensual daze as the obscene moans of the fornicating threesome surrendered Bunny's body to heated desire. The hand she'd placed between her thighs had stopped its desperate clawing as aroused anguished passion took final control of her mind. She lifted her long shapely legs, and bent them, the knees rising and falling as her hips writhed slowly around and around. Her fingertips stroked the fleshy softness of her inner lips and her hotly quivering vagina spread into hot flashes and smooth slipperiness as her wildly aroused cunt cried for fulfillment. The hand at her frantic breast kneaded the straining mounds and eagerly strummed the hardened pink nipples. Just the touch of her own hand sent Bunny into an erotic dream and she became only dimly aware of the heated cries and obscene imagery which existed only feet away from her. Bunny could vividly reproduce the entire wantonly obscene and lewdly exciting scene she just had witnessed as she closed her eyes and writhed on the floor outside the dining room. She could see it all; Paul's wetly glistening prick hollowing and then engorging Sheila's ravenous mouth as his brother, Pete, reamed and skewered her rectal depths with his thick, fleshy penis. She was delirious with envy now and she wanted to scream, Oh God, I want to be tucked like that too, as she thought of Sheila being plundered front and back. Her loins were on fire like never before and her pulsating thighs beat up between her and sent her into paroxyms of wet, sensitive delight. She focused now on satisfying her one basic desire as she thrust two fingers into the mouth of her hungrily pulsating pussy as she groaned in sweet surrender to her urges. She did with her fingers what she desperately wanted done by someone else as the tight resistance of her fluttering pussy, gave way to the warmly resiliant cuntal passage as her dig-its fucked smoothly and wetly up into her pink throbbing tightness.
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" the gasping and some-what muffled sounds penetrated through the opulent dining room hall, yet they were barely heard by Bunny who was totally absorbed in the fingerfucking she was administrating to her own cunt. Her tightly clasping cuntal walls seemed to suck and pull at the probing fingers of her wildly pummeling hand. The gamut of erotic and provocative stimulation she had been subject to during the last 24 hours had forced Bunny into the final excruciating heights of her self-induced frenzy. Every muscle in her writhing, fiendishly churning body was seized by a tautness as she shoved yet another finger into her gluttonously gasping cunt walls. Again Bunny's mind reeled to the scene of Pete reaming out Sheila's tender rectum as she ravenously, shamelessly lapped on the juices of her brother-in-law's cock. She could see Pete's heavily hardened cock grind and burrow deep up into Sheila's wide-stretched rectum, and as Bunny thought of Paul's madly undulating hips, violating Sheila's roundly ovaled lips. She heard the muffled, torturous screams and Sheila reached her peak of orgasm.
"Aaaaaarrruuuggg," Sheila bellowed in total surrender to the two ram-rods which skewered in far up into the dark hidden depths of her throat and asshole.
Upon hearing her screams, Bunny rolled on her side, and removing one of her hands from her breasts she shoved a finger into her own tightly puckered little asshole. She wormed the tip inside and pushed through the tight resistance of her anal flesh as an abrupt and unexpected flash of heated pain ripped through her. She shoved her finger into the tightly clasping anal hole to the first knuckle, and then as far as she could as she gasped aloud in abandon fury. Bunny's two hands worked in unison as they burrowed deep up into their respective holes. One finger would drive into the heated depths of her hungry cunt, while the other would almost brutally violate the confines of her tight clenching anal walls. The fingers penetrated her with an urgency born of frantic need as her legs kicked up and back as she arched her ripely undulating buttocks. She bucked and churned and then, as the dam in her belly broke, releasing the rushing waters of passion drenched sensation, she knew she was about to cum.
"Uuuuugggrrrhhh!" she cried as prolonged spasms of rippling joy racked and jolted her body. Her sighs and bellowing moans matched the euphoric grunts and utterings of the two brothers in the dining room near her. They seemed to mimick her squeals and yelled out in sensual delight.
She was forced to muffle her scream and spasmodic wailing, but her madly quivering cunt contracted all the more violently as she suppressed her desire to scream, and instead, just shoved her fingers all the more deeply into the hot exploding wetness of her cunt. She jerked up against her deeply buried fingers as pearl-like drops of her solitary orgasm ran down the crevice of her buttocks in streams of warm liquid cum to pool hotly on the floor beneath her.
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Bunny Ames had experienced a real orgasm, but she knew the scene which elicited her pleasure was the only way she could really achieve the euphoric state she now hungered for. Bunny knew it was only a matter of time, before she found the total sexual experience her years of self-denial had kept her from. Her only question now was -- who would be responsible for her discovery?
CHAPTER Nine
"Hello, Bunny, may I come in? It's Sheila." Mrs. Starr's voice came as no surprise to Bunny who'd expected her to look in on her before dinner. Gulping down the remainder of the coffee she had brewed for herself in her room and crushing out the cigarette in the cup she headed for the door. She knew it would be most impolite to miss the evening meal despite what she had described as a mild cold and all she could think of now was what would be appropriate to wear to dinner.
"Come in," Bunny. said as she forced herself to smile. "I guess I've been a little rude by sleeping all day, but I just didn't realize how totally exhausted I was."
"Oh, that's all right," Sheila said, as Bunny looked at her and wondered how Sheila could even stand upright, much less walk after the incredible ass and mouth fucking her body had experienced not more than an hour ago.
"I was wondering though," Sheila said, "you'll be able to eat dinner with us, won't you? We're going to visit a friend of Paul's, who lives just down by the beach, who's invited us all for cracked crab, shrimp salad and drinks. Does it sound good?"
"Why, yes, of course," Bunny mumbled awkwardly. "But you'll have to excuse me for a while. It's going to take me a bit of time to get ready."
"Oh, that's all right," Sheila exclaimed. "There's no need in your getting all dressed up. You could even wear what you've got on if you'd like."
Bunny looked at the tight cotton blouse which housed her mammoth breasts and the tight leather miniskirt which adorned her hips. She had hastily thrown both pieces on when she returned quickly to her room after witnessing the wild sexual spectacle in the living room.
"Well, I'd really hike the opportunity to freshen up a bit," Bunny said. "I'll be down in an hour or so. You don't plan to leave before then, do you?" she asked.
"No, no, that would be just fine," Sheila re-marked. "That will give us all time to collect ourselves and get ready for what should really be an enjoyable evening."
"Oh, Sheila," Bunny said almost teasingly. "Have Pete and Paul returned from the golf course yet? I was a little worried that Pete might be upset with the fact that I've spent the entire day here instead of in the company of my hosts."
"Yes, they're back and I guess they really had a ball this afternoon," Sheila said, apparently with no pun intended, but her words hung in animated suspension as Bunny fought the urge to laugh and say something humorous in return. "But don't worry," Sheila went on, "Pete wouldn't object to your getting some rest. I'm certain he knows you need it."
Bunny thought she could detect a glint of sarcasm in Sheila's voice as she uttered her last line, but she decided to pass it off as her own imagination playing tricks on her.
"O.K., then," Sheila said. "I'll let you get ready. Just take your time and prepare your-self for a fun evening."
"O.K.," Bunny said, as she closed the door and bolted herself in her room.
Even though she had watched Sheila act in such a shamelessly lewd manner that after-noon, Bunny found it difficult to dislike Sheila, who seemed to take such a maternal interest in her. There were moments, as they had just spoken, when Bunny was tempted to divulge the truth to Sheila -- to tell her that she had witnessed her in her obscene display, but that she was and had been excited beyond her wildest dreams by the vile sight of Paul's penis filling Sheila's mouth and his brother's huge prick fucking up into her wide stretched asshole.
She took the dress she intended to wear out of the closet and began stripping off her clothes. She stripped in a hurry and nakedly walked into the bathroom reaching for the shower stall and turning on the water. Bunny caught a momentary glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Automatically the young mother thought of how her body would compare with Sheila's. It was embarrassing bragging to herself, but the voluptuous ripeness she saw reflected a much better figure than Sheila's. There was a sensual softness to the rounding of her curves and her breasts were like two ripe melons seen in the moonlight. Her stomach was firm and her waist small. Her buttocks jutted out in two firmly rounded identical moons and her stomach, seen in the mirror, swooped down to her sparse blonde pubic hair which was wispy and soft.
Bunny looked at her lower legs and thighs which were perfectly shaped like a showgirl's. She was wantonly desirable, there was no question of that. Bunny was forced to turn away from the mirror, damning herself for the carnal and vile thoughts which ran through her mind. What had gotten into her? Could the sight of two men making abandoned wild love to one woman drive her to such distraught frenzy? She didn't know, but she knew something was happening to her. Some-thing new was coming to life in her and she trembled with the possibilities of what it could be.
Hot thick steam rose from the shower stall as Bunny adjusted her soft, delicate flesh under the water's heat and languished in the comfort it provided. Her temples continued to pound with the erotic thoughts which dominated her mind and she considered washing away her disgusting ideas with the water of a cold shower. But that didn't seem feasible as the touch of the needle-like spray against her naked body seemed like a thousand tiny fingers which stimulated her nerves. For the thousandth time that day, Bunny thought of Sheila, kneeling lie a dog on the dining room carpet, with her thighs wantonly spread apart as she sucked insanely on Paul's long thick penis and simultaneously took the enormous length of her husband's cock in her hand and helped shove it deep up inside her rectum.
"Good God," Bunny yelled out loud. Turning the faucet so the water was colder still, she hurried to wash herself, yet despite the temperature she actually perspired in excited anticipation of outlining the sordid scene in her mind, just once again.
Out of the shower now, she toweled herself vigorously, and then ran into the bedroom to get dressed. She slipped into the dark, purple velvet dress and walked to the mirror to ex-amine herself. Perfect she thought. The full-length dress was cut in an inverted "V" from her crotch to the top of her foot, revealing al-most all of her creamy white thighs. Then, it was cut again, this time in a "V" from her tiny, almost imperceptible naval to her delicate yet well-sculpted shoulders. Her gorgeous milky breasts jiggled in the braless gown as she swayed her head while combing her luxuriant blonde hair, and as she applied just a touch of purple eye-liner and lipstick, Bunny had to compliment herself on the breathtaking quality of her beauty.
Slipping on a pair of large gold earrings, Bunny once again thought of Sheila and how badly she wanted to talk to the more experienced woman. She was certain that if perhaps she had a few drinks to loosen her up and could get Sheila to disclose her real feelings about the occurrence she had watched that afternoon, Bunny could reaffirm her belief that Sheila felt (as did Bunny), that men were brutes and precisely the type of wild animals they behaved like.
* * *
Once in the car, Bunny felt more comfort-able and relaxed. She sat next to Paul Starr, with Pete and Sheila in the back, as Paul directed his Aston Martin down the coastal highway. Bunny had felt tense and uncommonly anxious only an hour before when she descended from her room to join the Starr's for drinks before they left. Yet it didn't take Paul Starr, with his enduring wit and extreme charm and good looks, long to loosen Bunny up. Despite the unruly and vile way he had cum in his own sister-in-law's mouth, Bunny found his company enjoyable and it seemed as though just a small amount of time had erased Paul's hideous actions from Bunny's mind. As the foursome headed south Pete and Paul made small talk and pointed out places of interest. Bunny noticed several outlandish homes and splendid parcels of property, and she couldn't help thinking how nice it would be if she could own such a place. It was the privacy that each offered that appealed to her most. After they had been on the road for nearly ten minutes, Bunny watched Paul art-fully turn in past a large stone set of stanchions, and onto a private drive. She wondered just where they were going, since she couldn't see any sign of a building or structure of any kind.
"This is it," Paul said, gesturing ahead with his hand.
"Wow, this is really incredible," Bunny said. "How much property do they have here?" she questioned, wanting to make some intelligent small talk.
"It's really quite extensive," Paul remarked. "You should see it in the daylight. The ocean is right behind the place and they've actually got a tennis camp for boys on the western wing of the place," Paul added.
'Well I certainly would never be able to find a place like this close to where I live," Bunny said, immediately sensing the stupidity of her remark. "There simply isn't enough land to accommodate even a house of that size," she went on, compounding the foolishness of her remark as her eyes gazed upon the largest home she'd ever seen.
"I'm sure you won't have to give home much thought tonight," Pete Starr said as he helped Sheila out of the car. "You'll have such a good time tonight," he continued, "that home will be the last thought in your mind."
Bunny's eyes scanned over the building and the huge heart-shaped swimming pool to its left and realized that the place must belong to a wealthy and extremely important man. She had no idea of what to expect inside, but the fact that she would be hob-nobbing with rich people made her nervous.
As they walked to the door, Paul deftly slipped his arm around Bunny's waist and she felt quivers shoot up her spine as she faced her handsome suitor. His dark wavy hair and his sharp features, so tanned and well defined, forced her to silently gasp as he gently grazed her buttocks. She looked into his eyes which were like black liquid pools and Bunny felt Paul had the power to look right through her.
It seemed like hours before a butler opened the door and led the foursome in. He announced their names and out of nowhere, Jim Hutton, a dear friend of Paul's and the man who owned the property, entered the reception area.
"Well, well, hello Paul, how are you," he said as he looked over his friend's entourage. "It's so good to see you again. And Pete and Sheila, how are you?" he went on.
Introductions were made and Bunny was impressed with the pleasant manner in which Jim acted. He was dressed quite casually, Bunny thought, much more so than she was, and his demeanor was so informal and outgoing that Bunny was confused as to what kind of a party this was going to be. Sheila had told her that they would be eating dinner at Jim Hutton's place, yet she had prepared, and they had eaten, a large repast at Paul Starr's place before they left. Could it be, Bunny thought to herself, that she had been tricked into coming to some type of wild party she had originally had no intention of attending?
"Thank you for inviting me," Bunny heard herself say to Mr. Hutton, as he led them through the huge granite mall which separated the two halves of his house.
"Nonsense," he replied, "any friend of the Starr's is a friend of mine."
"Well, it's nice of you to say so," Bunny re-marked. She wasn't sure of what to make of the man who had invited them but he was pleasant and his reassuring manner made her nervousness go away.
"Everyone seems to be gathered in the game room," Jim said as he winked at Paul and Pete. "Why don't you follow me, ladies," he added, as he offered an arm to both Bunny and Sheila.
Heading for the game room, Paul came to her side and once again put his arm around her waist. She couldn't help but be impressed with his suave manner, and the type of people he associated with. She was increasingly impressed by the spectacle of Paul's friend's house. Every room was wood paneled, some in different shades and the ceiling seemed to vault into the sky. Jim led them through the two-storied living room, and to one side was a wide stairway that led to a submerged group of rooms. Now Bunny realized that the living room stood at least one story above the back of the house, and as she walked down the winding stairs, she saw before her a long room that appeared crowded with people.
As they crossed the room's threshold, Bunny saw it was lit by only candles and could only guess at the number of people in the room. The entire room was constructed of plexi-glass walls and a veranda surrounded the room giving people the chance to see the ocean and beach behind the house and which was lighted by a network of huge strobe lights in the garden.
Scattered about the dark wood paneled room were couches and overstuffed chairs, and here and there were large pillows thrown down on the heavily carpeted floor. Bunny looked about the room, unable to really make out definite forms, but finding it disconcerting that everyone was talking in a whisper. Normally she would have assumed that a crowd of this size would be boisterous, but the people in the room seemed to be sharing a collective secret as they lurked around the room and spoke in low voices.
But Bunny paid little attention to such de-tail as Paul suddenly pried her away from Jim who smiled and directed Pete and Sheila to the bar. She was very concerned with the way Paul held her ann. It seemed as though he were almost being intimate. She tried to put it out of her mind, believing it to be her imagination, and forced herself to study the layout of the house in more detail.
The room in which they were now was divided in halves by a huge, quartz fireplace as a fire blazed in its bed giving a nice quality to the candle-lit room. Bunny was directed to yet another bar as Paul took her hand and guided her past the huge fireplace which sent intimate flickers of orange across the room.
"This is the most important part of Jim's game room," Paul said as they approached the oaken bar. He had been pointing things out, but she had been too engrossed in looking to really hear. He pointed out the buffet of exotic looking food which smothered a huge table to their immediate left and then he turned to the bartender as he told Bunny, "and here, you may quench your thirst. What may I order for you, Bunny?" he asked.
Paul's eyes again seemed to, penetrate right through her, yet in a way that was complimentary, not merely seductive. As the young mother looked at him and felt a slight embarrassment with the blush in her face, she simply deferred to his judgement.
"Whatever you suggest will be fine," she said timidly. She had almost forgotten about Sheila and Pete and she wondered how long the woman had been calling her name. She saw Sheila approaching with a strange man at her side. Fondly grasping Sheila by the waist with one hand and holding a drink with an-other was a large, well-proportioned huge man dressed in dark leather pants, wearing a white shirt, opened at the waist.
"Bunny, please meet an old friend of mine, Jake Jackson. Jake, this is my husband's secretary, Bunny Ames." Bunny timidly offered her hand and looked at the dark, mystic features of the man who smiled at her with dazzling white teeth. Bunny could easily sense that there was more than just innocent friendship which existed between Jake and Sheila, but the images the two made as they stood before her evaporated as Bunny sipped on the drink Paul handed her.
"Um, this is delightful," she said to Paul, taking another sip of the delicious concoction. "What is it?"
"Well, the bartender keeps the ingredients a secret, but it does contain a good portion of absinthe," he said as he held up two fingers at the bartender, signalling for yet two more drinks.
"Thank you for this," Bunny said, motioning with her drink. "I needed it. I usually don't drink, but it's really so good I can't resist."
Excusing themselves in the presence of Jake and Sheila, Paul guided Bunny toward the railing at the edge of the balcony. He clicked his glass against hers and took a good sip from it. "There's more where this came from," Paul said as he watched her drain her
glass.
"Are you sure this is a mild drink," Bunny asked, as she felt the first zephyrs of light-headedness ripple through her brain. It was a cool night out, yet even as they stood on the porch Bunny started to feel exceedingly warm.
"It's not the drink," Paul said, "it's probably your coat. Here, let me help you with it." She set her drink down on the porch railing and permitted Paul to help her slip out of her coat.
Sipping their absinthe, they talked about humor and relatively unimportant things. Bunny started to feel nice and relaxed, and as she continued to empty her small cocktail glass, Paul was always ready with a fresh re-placement from the bar. She was feeling warmer and more aware of her physical presence as even the off-color jokes which Paul told her seemed to bring squeals of laughter from her full, almost pouting lips. As they continued to talk Paul could see that she was changing, becoming less self-conscious and considerably more vivacious. She was totally unaware that his spellbinding charm and good looks had hypnotized her into forgetting the lurid scene that afternoon in his dining room.
CHAPTER Ten
Walking back into the large game room Bunny noticed that all the candlelights had been extinguished and only the fireplace furnished comfort from the dark. As though she were gliding, Bunny, with the aid of Paul's strong arm, headed in the direction of the large, over-stuffed pillows at one end of the room. They sat down only feet away from Sheila Starr and her young, powerful-looking hefty friend. Bunny noticed how intimate Jake was becoming with her boss's wife, but brushed off his advances as being just friendly overtures. Music blared from a stereo from the other end of the room and seemed to join with the flickering firelight to beat out a tempo to which her young, vibrant body could pulsate.
More of the insidious drink flowed smoothly down her throat as she looked over to where Sheila was lying back on the large pillows. "Wow," Bunny heard herself say, as she noticed that Marcia's mother's dress had skipped far up her firmly smooth thighs. Casually glancing in Sheila's direction, Bunny noted that she was wearing no panties. For some reason Bunny found it strange, but the sight of Sheila with her rounded buttocks shamelessly exposed only seemed to relax Bunny as she snuggled back into the pillows and Paul's strong and comforting hand.
She relaxed against his arm, convinced that she couldn't be hurt. Her senses were fine-tuned, alert and ripe for any sign of warmth and affection, and the over-stuffed pillow under her body seemed to press up into her loins, making contact with the softly parted lips of her vagina through her sheer panties.
Suddenly she was beyond herself and her self-control was gone. Bunny turned her head toward Paul's and his face, which was close and descending toward the round fullness of her slightly parted lips, met hers. She wanted him to kiss her, to press his mouth and tongue into her to draw out the raging heat that poured through her fiery body. He cupped her face in his hands and held her in a boiling pitch of passion which made her mind obliterate what she knew was a very real danger. His wet, quivering tongue flicked into her open mouth, touching the roof of hers like a hot poker, as she sucked on it, feeling the warm and inviting promise of fulfillment that she had never experienced before. It was good, simply too good for Bunny to find any reason in the maze of her alcohol dazed mind to convince herself otherwise.
He had kissed her and she had let him, but when the kiss had ended, she felt only disappointment. The kiss had symbolized only (at least to Bunny) , that they had shared a sweet secret of understanding in the midst of a crowded room.
Raising his hand to the bartender, Paul ordered two more drinks and started talking about the movie they were about to see. He mentioned something about the film being far out and strange, but the only thing Bunny could concentrate on was the depth of Paul's eyes. Her senses were too dulled to focus on anything more than one thing at a time and Paul's description of what was about to filtrate her eyes totally evaded her.
Then suddenly there was a tenseness in the room as a pinprick of light shot over their heads, projecting an image on the huge, screen-like wall before them. At first there were only numbers and garbled noises from the sound track, then a scratchy blackness appeared.. Soon a picture faded in, and it was a dose shot of a beautiful young girl asleep in bed. It was in color, and the girl's auburn hair was long and wavy, framing her cute face against a white pillow. She was dreaming, as she squirmed slightly, and a low moaning sound came from her sensuously open lips. There was a faint hint of perspiration on her forehead and her eyes blinked several times as if she were half-awake.
The camera pulled back slowly to reveal a feminine bedroom, and it was apparent that she was sleeping with only a sheet covering her lush young body. There were two full and distinct impressions in the sheet. They were the outlines of her full round breasts and the outline of her narrow long waist and full, curvaceous hips only accentuated the desirability of the picture. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the young girl began to move her body, as if she was trying to feel the faintest weight of the sheet where 'it pressed against her. The camera continued to pull back as it surveyed her gorgeous figure.
The camera cut to an angle from the foot of the bed and closer in on the girl Her mouth was open, just a crack, and her tiny pink tongue flicked out and in, moistening her lips as they glistened. She breathed faster and faster until suddenly her hand moved under the sheet, the impression of which dearly showed her reaching for her breasts. Her hand lingered here momentarily, fondling the large twin mounds with obvious pleasure, and then, apparently stifled by the sheet's heat, she grasped the edge of it, slowly pulling it down to her waist to expose her naked breasts.
The round firm breasts of her sunbronzed loveliness shone starkly against the white of the bed sheet. Immediately her hand moved back over the dark nipples and areolas of brownish gold. Her firm curving hips continued to grind more intensely as she became more aroused by the action of her hands on her breasts. Then, almost frantically, she kicked the sheet clear of her body. She lay with her legs apart, completely naked, and scissored them out wider to expose the full length of her moistly glistening cunt and sparkling little clitoris nestled at the top of her hair-lined slit. Her hand left her breast, circled down over her stomach and onto the silky patch of golden, brown pubic hair which marked a spot between her firm young thighs. The tip of her finger marked that spot and began to revolve over the rigidly pulsating clitoris as she twisted her naked young hips right at the camera.
Never in her life had Bunny seen such an obscene film and she was thankful for the darkness of the room. She felt certain empathy with the girl in the film for her soulful probing of her body reminded Bunny of how she fingered her own cunt for an erotic re-lease. Bunny could feel a tingling sensation now, which seemed to start in her belly and slowly worked its way down to the hub of her pubic mound and reached her already rigidly hardened clitoris. Keeping her eyes glued to the screen and considering the wicked and wild sensations that ripped through her body, Bunny was hardly aware of Paul's hand which had slipped into the "V" of her evening gown. His fingers were hardly abrasive as they gently massaged the hardening bud-like nipples of Bunny's huge and wavering breasts, and his delicate, sensitive probing of her fleshy mounds only heightened the excitement they both felt as they viewed the action on the screen.
Now the young girl had increased the intensity of her sensuous movements as her fingers worked themselves inside the blushing edges of her trembling young cunt. Her fingers worked the hair-covered lips of her pussy open and spread them slowly apart until the wetly quivering layers of cuntal flesh were fully visible, and the mouthlike orifice had opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded firm buttocks shone clearly, divided only by the hot, glistening crevice between them.
She wormed her outstretched middle finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated opening as she drew her legs back up to her breasts. Her facial muscles tightened as she joined still another finger to the first, clenching her teeth, and pushing them both into the tightly clasping folds. She posed in naked implacable lust as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. Her steadily increasing rhythm drew loud groans of pleasure from the depths of her throat as her fingers sank into the tightly clasping opening. Her face contorted like that of an animal as she strained furiously to attain an orgasm, her mouth open and groaning in obvious frustration. She wailed and writhed from side to side and it was becoming apparent that she was desperate for release. Her hand moved in and out of her pussy like a pis-ton head as she strained up against her probing hand.
Bunny, upon seeing the picture on the wall, considered leaving. Knowing full well what was about to happen on the screen and remembering what her body had done as she watched Sheila and the two Starr brothers, Bunny took another sip of her drink to relieve her tension. Paul pulled her closer now and his comforting, masculine touch coupled with the deliciously relaxing effect of the Pernod made it difficult if not impossible for Bunny to do anything but relish in the exotic feelings which swept over her as Paul rolled her little breast tips between his thumb and finger. Her emotions had now run away from her and she was powerless to stop the flood of her passion which swept over her. Hazily, Bunny fell back against Paul's muscular arm while her eyes remained glued to the erotic sight on the wall. Although she was stunned by the sight of the girl on the bed, she was so totally engrossed by her sensations of fright and excitement that she was unable to turn away.
"My God," Bunny gasped in a low voice. "What's going to happen?" she said as a warm, shudder rippled through her body.
"You'll see," Paul chortled as his hand cupped Bunny's milky breast. "You'll see."
Bunny gulped down several more swallows of her drink which once again relaxed her as the evil fascination of the screen's subject matter gripped her mind. Bunny shared in the girl's helpless feeling as her vulnerability be-came more apparent with Paul's open groping of her large, swaying breasts. It felt good, she had to admit, and as his fingers tweaked her nipple, she squirmed her heated loins down harder against the pillow, forcing it to press even deeper into the rapidly moistening crevice of her cunt. Her panties soaked with excitement, she pressed her thighs tightly together to suppress the growing sensations which dwelled there. She bit on her lips in hope of blocking the overwhelming sensations which were captivating her body, and as her hotly demanding pussy throbbed with excitement and unyielding urgency, she again tried to divert all her attention to the screen.
But her attention was distracted by the sound of muffled groans very near to her. She was stunned by what she saw, from the screen in the direction where the groans came from. She had been able to identify with the girl on the screen, but what she saw now in reality seemed far more shocking.
Sheila, her long tapered legs spread widely and her dress now hiked up around her hips, was rapidly jutting her exposed vagina up onto Jake's rapidly disappearing fingers. Sheila, to-tally unconcerned with those around her, was grinding her pelvis and buttocks into the out-stretched hands of the huge man next to her. Both had their eyes locked on the movie screen and as Bunny slowly scanned the dark room with her eyes, she could see that all the couples in the room were joined in one type of lewd embrace or another. The film was affecting everyone and Bunny also realized that she too would soon fall victim to the lewd and arousing images that were portrayed _ on the screen. She didn't want to succumb to such sensual temptations, but as she fought her urges, her resistance and logical train of thought was being overcome.
She found herself breathing heavily, wanting to groan in much the same manner as those around her were.
Bunny, the woman who had led a respect-able life as the mother of her eighteen year old son, Josh, knew that all this was so wrong, so degrading, but the liquor and the excitement of Paul's hands as they thrilled her with his manipulations of her nakedly swollen breasts denied her the will to turn away from the lusty sights around her.
She churned harder into the pillow, her burning loins moistening and forcing her panties to collect in the delicate soft molds of her seeping vagina. She knew she had to stop Paul's caresses but her body was too limp to obey the dictates of her mind. She tried to focus her mind back on the screen, where a man was now joining with the girl. He had her bent over, fucking her from behind, grinding madly into her.
The young beauty on the screen was now on all fours as the man mounted the wide spread young globes of her ass. The man's long and thick penis danced and pressed around the hotly waiting up-ended pussy. The girl willingly shifted the position of her buttocks in an effort to capture the throbbing cock. She loudly moaned and tensed, trying to guide the throbbing tool to its destination again.
The man squirmed deliriously into the warmness of the girl, his shaft slithering deep up between her ecstatically churning thighs as his balls swung below her moist and matted pubic hair.
She sighed a cry of relief as he slid into her, battering her buttocks as she shoved his hardness far up into her tender depths. She undulated wantonly and moved her buttocks in big, lewd circles taking all of the meat up inside her. The girl looked back into the camera and her beautiful face was distorted in perverse rapture by the screwing the naked, muscular man was giving her from behind.
Her breasts danced beneath her writhing torso as the pulsing tool skewered into her soft, juicy loins. Her body swayed obscenely as she knelt before the man whose head was raised upward, eyes dosed in ecstasy.
In the span of a few short minutes the lovely young sleeping beauty had been trans-formed into a wild, almost insanely squealing nympho. She shouted out lewd encouragement through her clenched teeth as the man fucked hotly up into her hungrily devouring vagina.
She ground her buttocks as though she were pleading for the man's hot sperm to gush into her.
The camera focused closely now on the girl's firm young ass as tiny rivulets of moisture streamed down the crevice which separated her ass cheeks. Slowly, but surely, the drops of perspiration worked their way down her sleek, lithe thighs.
What is coming over me, what is happening to me? she thought to herself. This is insane!
But it wasn't insane.
No, these desires had been lying dorment in Bunny for so long, so many years.
It was perfectly normal that they would burst out sooner or later.
She realized this. A woman is a woman, her mind kept repeating. She wasn't sick. This was normal.
Normal. What a silly word. After all, what is normal and what is insane?
She didn't know. She only knew that she couldn't stand "too much more of this or her mind would burst, her body would burst.
How had it all happened? Had it happened in methodical planned steps, or had it rushed at her like a rocket that was aimed directly at her now burning pussy?
Again, she didn't know.
But it was there. Oh yes, it was there.
And she didn't know what to do about it, except what she was doing.
Let it happen.
Oh, God, yes, let it happen and let it hap-pen soon! Soon or she would indeed be insane.
All little, fast-injected thoughts racing through Bunny's mind with the speed of light.
She blinked her eyes, and for a second she wished she would wake up and find it was all a bad ... or lovely dream.
But no, it wasn't a dream. There was Paul. There was Sheila. There was the damned movie screen.
And there was the lusting desire that fired up through her belly. It was all-consuming, a raging flame within her.
The girl on the screen reminded Bunny so much of herself, and oddly enough, the man on the same screen resembled, in a way, Bunny's own stepfather.
Her mind went back to those many nights when she was eighteen, those nights in her bed when her stepfather would visit her room. She was captured by sex then, and she was captured by it now.
She could see her stepfather's face so clearly in her own mind now, his teeth gritted and his eyes closed in passion, just as the man in the movie she was watching.
She stared at it and even studied the man's cock as it submerged into the girl, then with-drew again. As vividly as if it were yesterday, she could see her stepfather's erected penis, and the two were much the same size, the same thickness.
Strange, but a song she had heard many times recently came to mind. "THE WAY WE WERE." And the words from that song sang themselves through her brain;
"What's so easy to remember
We simply choose to forget ... "
Why did she think of that now? Did she, after all these years, want to remember those nights with her stepfather, those lust-inspired nights of churning her young body under the man her mother had left as her guardian?
All this going on in her brain, and at the same time all this desire thrown in, as if to add the needed spice to the stew.
Bunny Ames was now totally enraptured by the sights and sounds of the screen as well as those around her. She could feel her body raging like an uncontrollable fire and her womb cried out in strange, but terrible insistence. As Paul's hand worked over the hardened tips of Bunny's breasts she thought of her boss's wife, Sheila, who was no more than six feet away from her. Bunny didn't want her to see what Paul was doing and she thought it best to see if she was looking. Striking a casual glance in Mrs. Starr's direction, Bunny found that Sheila herself was involved in an erotic act more lust-inspiring than anything she had seen on the movie screen.
Sheila's head was bobbing up and down over Jake Jackson's loins, her lips tightly ovalled and clasping his long, thick penis. His huge thick cock stood out rigidly from the opening in his pants as his fingers worked furiously in and out of Shelia's wetly clenching pussy.
Shocked beyond belief, Bunny swiftly turned her head to avoid being seen staring at the lewdly exciting spectacle. What was to prevent everyone in the room from watching them, Bunny thought to herself. But then, looking around, Bunny was reminded of how much like the movie was the room in which she sat with a strange man playing with her warm and vulnerable breasts. The sounds and images of sexual stimulation were all around them and the almost inaudible sounds of to-tally depraved pleasure were everywhere.
She tensed as she felt Paul's hand work under her buttocks, her emotions screaming in helpless heat. His hand was moving slowly, inexorably to her feverishly quivering pussy, and she could feel the warm wetness of her own excitement everytime she ground her cunt down into the pillow. She knew he couldn't get his hand up under her dress with-out forcing her, yet the tingling excitement in her aroused young pussy tempted her to relax her rigidly constricted thighs. But now his hands worked up and over her firm, long thigh and the cut between the "V" of her dress. She moved her hand down to hold his wrist, but she could barely close her fingers around it. Paul worked his hand up the sheer material of her nylons and slowly, inch by inch his hand worked to the crotch band of her panties and Bunny knew there was nothing she could do without creating a scene.
A gush of indecent pleasure rocked her body as her shuddering loins surrendered to the obscene probings of Paul's fingers. As his fingertips teased hotly at the soft fleshy mound beneath her nylon panties and the secret sanctuary of her already hotly flooding cunt, she gasped out loud as she realized Paul had pushed away the door-like opening to the front of her evening gown and had exposed the loveliness of her pubis and soft inner thighs.
Paul's hand unabashedly smothered the crotch band of her panties in gentle caresses as his hand wormed its way under the wet little elastic crotch band. She writhed hotly against his teasingly probing finger as it slithered hotly up inside, and quivered until her impaled young vagina became accustomed to the flesh thickness of the lewdly skewering finger. She knew she was shamelessly aroused and could feel her heated cunt moisture covering the palm of Paul's hand. His finger moved in maddening little fucking circles deep up inside her, expanding the tight little cuntal opening with each teasing rotation. The sex-starved young mother didn't think she could stand the fingerfucking of her cunt another moment without screaming aloud. She was ready to crawl the walls to quench her gluttonous desires and put out the raging fire in her womb. It was all just too much. Paul's unmerciful fingerfucking was driving her hopelessly aroused cunt into wild tremors of delight and she knew she had to do something before it was too late.
Again Bunny directed her attention to the girl in the movie. She was in the. wild untamed throes of orgasm now. Her rounded buttocks were clenching desperately as she signaled the origins of the deep and boiling explosion in the pit of her hotly quivering belly.
* * *
It was moments before the writhing and tossing concluded. Suddenly the projector was turned off and the music turned back on ... very loud at first, then softer.
Bunny's mind remained riveted to the movie screen, and to the lewdly inciting probings of Paul's finger in her wetly undulating vagina. Now she found herself wishing madly for the same release she had seen the girl on the screen enjoy.
Oh, that wonderful moment of coming! If only it would happen and let her body go limp and free again!
She felt her own lips part and let loose with a moan of pleasure.
The nipples of her breasts were in unbearable knots, almost painfully tight and hot.
She gritted her teeth and shuddered, a shudder that spent itself throughout her whole body.
Her mind wandered back to Sheila, and as Bunny looked back again in her direction. What she saw dulled her senses.
Her dress now bunched around her hips, Sheila's nakedly voluptuous hips straddled the big Jake Jackson's groin as she shamelessly, wantonly and without regard to the presence of others, undulated lewdly over Jake's enormous throbbing penis. Bunny wondered if Pete knew what was happening, but then she reasoned that he was probably coupled with someone else. She watched in astonishment as Sheila hovered above Jake the full white roundness of her buttocks poised directly over his long, thick cock. She reached deftly below her to guide him in as they both squealed out a simultaneous moan of sensual approval.
The bulbous purple head split smoothly between the pink flanges of Sheila's hotly pulsating cunt and there was a marked contrast between the white pumping, churning buttocks on the top and the long thick velvet smoothness of Jake's cock below. Gently he pushed the lust-swollen tip of his cock back and forth in her hungrily quivering pussy lips until the long cock shaft was positioned firmly against the thin, vertical mouth of reddish, curl-fringed cunt lips. Then, Sheila jammed her hips violently down on the gargantuan shaft and moaned in perverse delight as she took the rigid penis deep up into her hungrily devouring depths. Bunny watched in amazement as Jake's penis arched up through Sheila's gasping pussy as she rode the massively throbbing cock, taking it all into her belly until Bunny could see nothing left out-side but the thick base of his cock and his balls dangling obscenely down between his legs below.
She had to remind herself, that what she was watching was real, not a film. Bunny saw her boss's wife undulate her cunt wantonly over the massive cock, her buttocks rising to a point where she'd have just the head still locked tightly up in her pussy. Then, groaning loudly, she'd drop her ravenously enveloping cunt back down and enclose his thick shaft far up inside her lewdly hungering belly.
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Once again Bunny could feel the obscure and strangely faint quiver of orgasm between her thighs, just as she had experienced it that afternoon in the dining hall. But this time things were vastly different. Now she was in the company of a man. Instead of experiencing revulsion and fear, she found that she couldn't deny herself the fulfillment she so desperately needed.
CHAPTER Eleven
Obscene images and bizarre, strangely per-verse sounds filled the dimly lighted room of Jim Hutton's game room as Bunny Ames searched within herself for the power to resist the overwhelming urges which Paul Starr had brought to life in her. The soft moans and gentle sounds of intercourse welled up around her and she realized that she had permitted Paul to go much too far. Sell-indulgence was the cause of the dilemma she now found her-self in and she trembled with the realization that it was too late to put a halt to Paul's inevitable desire to fuck her tonight.
Bunny's young buttocks shuddered on the large overstuffed pillow as Paul pulled her panties down over her lithe, firm legs. He jack-knifed her long angular legs so that the nakedness of her vagina was completely ex-posed to his gaze. Bunny knew she was ex-posed to everyone in the room who desired to look, but her tremendous excitement coupled with the fact that others in the room were too busy with their own wild debauchery, pre-vented Bunny from giving the lewdness of her own wanton nakedness any thought.
Suddenly Bunny felt the warm luxuriant wetness of Paul's lips as they made gentle contact with the lower part of her belly. She opened her eyes to see his handsome face descend into her pubic mound as his tongue slowly started to tease apart her blonde pubic hair.
"Ooooooohhhhh!" she moaned as her mind reeled back to that afternoon and the way Pete Starr had licked and kissed Sheila's hotly squirming cunt up between her thighs. Bunny tried to clench her wildly trembling thighs together, expecting that such an action would cause Paul to stop the tantalizing licking of her pussy, but feeling the tenseness of her thighs, he merely nuzzled his powerful shoulders between them and held her legs in an openly spread position. Then, moving with the speed of a cat, he pressed his lips to her naked cunt mound as he spread the soft, wispy blonde pubic hair and flicked his tongue into the moistly flowering slit of her tightly clenched pussy mouth.
Electric, almost magical quivers shot through Bunny's hotly quivering clitoris as her legs, spread wide apart by Paul's sweating hands, shivered convulsively as he kissed the softness between her thighs. Looking down between her enormous swaying breasts Bunny stared helplessly as Paul, hunched on all fours, looked like a beast ready to devour its victim. Her torturously heated cunt walls flared wide as Paul's tongue reamed hotly and teasingly around the outer-edges of her curl-fringed pussy mouth and Bunny knew she was losing completely to the wild, erotic sensations that enveloped her.
Forced to choke back a soul-baring moan, Bunny looked at the man she had only met this weekend. He hardly seemed like the same Paul Starr, her boss's writer brother, who had greeted her so charmingly when she had arrived with her young son yesterday at his house. He stared greedily now at his luscious blonde-fringed prize and with an Animal-like groan, he buried his head again deep up between her thighs and squirmed the full length of his long slippery tongue deep up into the hotly searing wetness of her openly spread cunt. It couldn't be true, she said to herself. How could she, the mother of an eighteen year old boy, permit a near stranger to lick so hotly, so wantonly up between her widespread legs. She told herself she was dreaming as Paul's heated tongue speared into her hotly flooding pussy, the sensations of forbidden pleasure rippling through her. Slowly her hips began a slow, almost methodical undulation as she attempted to stop the burning rage in her passion-inflamed belly. Paul was tongue-fucking her like she'd never dreamed possible and Bunny found it hard to believe that the lewd flickings of his cunt-splitting tongue could be so irresistible as to leave her with nothing to protest with but her meager moans of arousal and complete surrender.
Oh, these wonderfully wicked feelings, she thought to herself. Her nervous system was too inundated with luxuriant and exquisite sensations of obscene sexual pleasure to fight the seductively wonderful probing of Paul's tongue. His tongue brought her, as its wet length seemed to stretch all the way up into the absolute depths of her cuntal passage, to a zenith of heated passion and she knew that her seldom-used vagina had never been so aroused in her life.
Then, in the back of her mind, Bunny remembered her lecherous stepfather and the awe-filled feelings of guilt which she associated with his arousal she felt the night he had fucked her. She had loved his cock up inside her, it was true, but why had it taken her so many more years to admit it to herself? Gratification had been so long in coming to her, that Bunny wondered if her sensations were genuine, but as Paul's tongue slithered even deeper into her aching, hotly beckoning womb, Bunny realized that what she experienced was the real thing.
Paul was also now aware of the complete breakdown in Josh's mother's resistance and he forced her legs back even further. Exposing the lovely nakedness of her hot, lust-soaked loins, he drove his tongue into her desperately clasping passage. Her wild young pussy bucked with greedy anticipation as Paul now became determined to bring out the potential of the woman he was certain would turn into a fantastic fuck.
Paul Starr could hardly believe his ears when they registered the signal he had been waiting for. Deep within her chest, Bunny forced out the sound of a low, submissive groan. This was the signal Paul had been waiting for and when he heard it, he grinned in self-assured comfort that Bunny was now his. With unparalleled bravado, Paul again lowered his head between her hotly writhing thighs and gently licked his tongue-tip out to tease at the puckered little hole of Bunny's anus. Her brownish-pink little rectum was nestled neatly below the moistness of her vaginal opening and Bunny groaned loudly and breathed heavily through tightly clenched teeth as Paul's tongue sent tiny goose bumps as he licked hotly at her nakedly exposed anus and Bunny's lovely rolling breasts seemed to quiver delight as he squirmed his tongue up into her fleshy little anal orifice. Her buttocks jerked in involuntary bumps and grinds, but soon she realized her submission to his wanton tongue was total. It took only seconds before her shamelessly aroused body started to jerk and buck spasmodically as Paul slowly thrust his heated tongue into her anus. Her bands were now formed in white knuckled fists of ecstasy and her hips battered into Paul's face as her flesh ignited like a gasoline fire.
She was completely his now, and he knew it. Paul's cock was aching from its confinement and he worked quickly to get them off. His massively throbbing cock shot out from his groin as its new-found freedom made the blood flow even faster through his incredible hardness. He could imagine how Bunny's tight little cunt walls would feel throbbing wetly around his penis and he wanted her now. He took his face from her squirming loins and guided her over on her stomach. She was ready now, and Paul was ready to quench her vital, desperately pleading sexual thirst.
Bunny had been so enthralled in the tongue lashing up between her widespread thigJh', that she hadn't the presence of mind to resist or protect herself from Paul's incessant man-handling. She found herself in a face-down position and immediately thought of the poor girl she had seen in the film. And just lie the girl in the film, Bunny didn't fight Paul as he brought her hips upward as he forced her to her knees. Her face pressed against the pillow, Bunny's white buttocks were lewdly exposed and defenseless to any onslaught Paul might deem convenient. At precisely the moment Bunny considered how vulnerable she was, Paul bent down behind her and flicked his tongue once again into the wet and wantonly exposed anus of the girl at his command.
"Oooooohhhhh!" she almost screamed as Paul invaded her inner thighs with slow teasingly pleasant movements of his tongue. She quivered back against it, shamelessly screwing her buttocks around in eager, spasmodic little circles. There was absolutely nothing in the world like the erotic tongue fucking she was receiving and she wanted Paul's tongue licking her there forever. His expert probings of her moist genital depths consumed her entire consciousness and Bunny now could appreciate the wild, lewd actions of the girl she had seen in the film. She felt as though her body were about to explode in a million tiny fragments and Bunny revelled in the sensations Paul's slithering tongue made in her defense-less genitals.
Slowly and with an uncanny precision, Paul ran his tongue up the crevice between her half-moon ass-cheeks and gathered the material of her evening gown around her waist. He crawled up behind her and spread her long, firm knees widely apart, pinning them out-ward with his own knees. Then he stroked the massive hardness of his blood-engorged penis and pushed it softly against the moistness of her hotly quivering little pussy.
God it'll split me apart, she thought for a fleeting second, as Paul's blunt cock head shoved against her shamelessly exposed loins.
His cock was huge, bigger than she had imagined and she was certain it would never fit in the tiny confines of her vaginal opening. Paul fucked at her in slow, methodical at-tempts to penetrate her cunt-.back there and the fear that Bunny had initially experienced upon feeling his heavily pulsating cock started to evaporate as she looked over at Jake Jack-son's violent fucking of Sheila Starr.
Sheila was still grinding her buttocks down on his hotly glistening shaft with the wild abandon of a banshee. His great pole of cunt-moistened flesh disappeared and reappeared as Sheila bounced and bucked on his groin in lewd frenzy.
"Oh God, I want to be fucked too," Bunny moaned helplessly. She wantonly arched her naked buttocks up in the air and surrendered herself to Paul's probing demands. She didn't know whether his cock would fit in her deep, unfulfilled cunt without hurting her, but she reached back around her beautifully arched buttocks and wrapped her velvet-lie fist around the long thick hardness. She could barely get her hand around it, but she could feel the blood pound through the long, fleshy penis, and fear of his enormous size once again gripped her.
"Guide it up in your pussy now," Paul commanded, panting out his demands like a lust-crazed animal. He dug his fingers into her soft inner thighs and she groaned from the pain of being squeezed in passionate desperation. She tried to guide Paul's massively throbbing prick into her wetly drenched little cunthole as she moved the thick purple head back and forth over warmly parted vaginal lips. As his cock throbbed feverishly against her clitoris she gasped with the thrilling shock of its wan-ton contact and she shuddered licentiously as her now almost audibly panting pussy pleaded for his entry. Slowly, Paul shoved his hips for-ward and he could feel the soft, surrendering flesh of her quivering vagina. He momentarily thought he might blow his rock right there, but as the head of his huge, lust swollen cock passed the little pink flanges of her now hungrily flaring pussy mouth, he knew he could contain himself until he was firmly en-trenched in her tightly cringing pussy.
"Aaaaarrrrruuuugggghhhh!" Bunny walled as she attempted to lurch away from Paul's sudden in-fuck into her open cunt. He grabbed her hips tightly to prevent her from escaping his relentless entry and drove his massive prick another inch up inside her madly palpitating vaginal walls. Quickly, yet with masterful patience, he continued the impalement of the young mother's womanhood and his hotly skewering cock was anxious to be completely ensheathed in the warm velvety sanctuary of her cuntal walls.
Inch by inch he slowly filled her heated. quivering vagina as the crevice of her buttocks locked tightly around Paul's cock. The muscles of her vaginal passage seemed to resist him, yet the warmly flowering lips of her pussy were too sexually moistened to deny him. It was as though her vagina was willingly swallowing 'him up. She felt as though she were being stretched to the breaking point and she could feel every ridge and vein in his bursting prick. His thick, beautiful hardness slithered up through her sensitive, inflamed cuntal walls with no room to spare, but suddenly he lurched forward, feeding her with another four inches of his massive cock.
"Ooooooaaaaahhhhh!" she grunted into the pillow before her face, obviously unconcerned now with the presence of other people in the room. She knew she was now filled with Paul's massively pulsating prick and was surprised that she could so swiftly adjust to its size. Becoming accustomed to his impalement Bunny's tormented wails' now gradually turned into low, panting cries of lust.
Paul's heavy scrotum danced obscenely near Bunny's thighs and as he strained into her arched buttocks, his balls bounced off the soft flesh of her inner thighs. With loud groans of pleasurable delight, Paul drove even further up into her moist cuntal depths and painfully stretched the young mother's pas-sage as his smooth rubbery cockhead pressed hotly into her cervix deep up inside.
"Oooooouuuuuuu," she moaned knowing she'd taken more cock into her belly than was humanly possible. Artfully and with a calculated cunning, Paul now pulled his shaft from her wetness, drawing it out until only the heart shaped head of the cock remained. He would hold it there, waiting for the subserviently kneeling woman to wiggle her buttocks and beg for more, then he'd fuck it back up into her waiting depths so she'd almost scream out the moans of pleasure. Paul's penetration became increasingly smoother until his rubbery cock was fucking in and out of her with firm, yet slippery strokes. He began to piston in and out with long hard strokes that battered deep inside her shuddering pussy. He fucked hard into her in a dog-like position and watched the voluptuous young mother's firm white ass-cheeks grind wantonly at his driving prick. Her head dangled from her shoulders in total submission as her thick blonde hair flayed around in loose, luxuriant bunches.
"Uuuuuuugggghhhhh ... uuuuhhhhhhhh ... ooooouuuuuu." Bunny erotically sobbed into the pillow, as Paul's violent thrusts pushed her lips into the pillows and muffled her cries. His large powerful pulsating cock would slide smoothly down her warmly clasping passage and then,, like a bouncing ball, would suddenly return to the origins of her undefended cuntal mouth. Bunny would buck and jut her ass back to meet his powerful strokes, eagerly spreading her thighs to allow him as deep a penetration as possible.
"Oh Paul, fuck me to death," she screamed in wanton abandon. Bunny's screeching sexual frenzy had now taken control of her mind and her eyes were glazed over with implacable lust. She realized that soon Paul would re-lease the intolerable pressure in his sperm-bloated scrotum and flood her pussy with the creamy sauce of love, yet unlike her experience with her stepfather, she welcomed his chumming and knew it would enhance her own sexual pleasure.
"Ohoooooohhh ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me," Bunny begged as her eyelids closed tightly and her teeth were bared in a mad snarl of lust-filled heat. She was experiencing a passion she never knew existed and it seemed to totally overpower her. As Paul's sperm-filled balls slapped noisily up between her soft inner thighs and she fucked back wildly onto his ravenously impaling prick, she knew she loved it. Her voluptuous young body tingled from head to toe and she felt luxuriant and exquisitely skewered as Paul reamed her very depths with his enormously throbbing cock.
Now, feeling confined by her evening gown, Bunny twisted frantically, erotically, as she pulled the material up and over her head. She jettisoned her dress and then eagerly tossed her brassiere away, letting her heavy breasts dance and sway on impact from Paul's big thick cock. She rolled forward, the fulcrum of her weight resting on her forehead, and looked beneath her nakedly writhing body. She could see the long white pole fill her hungry passage as his black pubic hair smacked hard up into the crevice of her buttocks.
Paul now was beyond control as he ran his hands from her ripely dangling breasts, over her taut, quivering belly, to her svelte set of thighs. He held her buttocks tightly and hammered into her groin with an intensity her hot little cunt had never known. He wanted his pistoning cock to force screams from her delicately sculptured throat. He wanted to ram into her juicy warm cuntal walls and blast her beautiful, tight insides with the hot liquid fire which raged in his obscenely swinging scrotum. Yet, since her hot little cunt was so wonderfully tight, Paul fought off the urge in his thunderous cock, not wanting to cum until she screamed out in her own orgasmic display. Bunny continued to moan as he fucked up into her lust-inflamed passage with unmerciful fury. The hardened nipples of her heavily hanging breasts brushed tantalizingly against the slick fabric of the pillow, adding to the sizzling sensations which whipped through her body.
Paul, seemingly consumed with some strange lustful impulse, violently dug his fingers into the narrow dividing crevice between Bunny's ass-cheeks and spread the twin white globes apart. His eyes fixed on the smooth white skin of her firm, strong buttocks then brought the brownish-pink hole of her anus into dear view. Her tight little rectal hole seemed to gasp at his groin as Paul deftly wormed his middle finger into the tight rubber flesh. She raised her frenzied buttocks up and seethed like an animal as his finger slid deep up into her warmly clinging anal pas-sage.
"Ooooouuuuuu yes," she grunted and groaned as she ground her ass-cheeks lewdly back into Paul's hand, hoping to take his finger to the hilt. Her tight, restricting anus popped open wider and although Bunny felt unbearable white streaks of pain flash through her, she masochistically churned her buttocks harder and harder into Paul's fist. He wormed his finger sensually around her anal depths and he could feel the thin wall of flesh which separated the two passages, one passage enveloping his massively skewering cock and the other his deliciously probing finger.
Bunny writhed with animal-like abandon and drove her buttocks hungrily back into the two salacious instruments. Her tortured back-side was now a seething cauldron of sexual excitement as the two forces slammed into her body in contorted jerks and spasms.
Bunny Ames, now a kneeling, panting animal, gasped as the walls of her slickly quivering cunt began to seep with the warmth of her impending orgasm. She fucked back furiously as Paul shoved both his thundering prick and his hotly probing finger deep up into the absolute depths of her belly. She screwed her shamelessly wiggling loins back against his hotly hammering cock as though she were a depraved bitch in heat.
"Oooooouuuuu God ... I'm, God I'm, I'm ... cum ... I'm cuuummmming, Now!"
Convulsively Bunny's sensually crazed body quivered and her cunt sucked feverishly on the thickly pistoning cock which impaled it. Her tight little anus expanded in paroxysms of lust and clenched Paul's finger like warmly clinging peanut butter. She was insanely writhing and screaming out her sobs of passion-filled profanities as Paul fucked into a wild screaming orgasm and brought her mounting satisfaction. Lewdly, she pushed her buttocks at Paul's rhythmically pounding groin as the overwhelming thrill of her urgently hot orgasms spilled into the depths of her womb. She bucked back against Paul's hard, jerking prick and hotly perfumed lubricant oozed out her desperately clasping and squeezing cunt as her belly rippled and exploded out with mind-blowing pleasure.
Now, Paul Starr found it was impossible to hold back any longer. He watched the young, beautiful blonde writhe below him and suddenly his white, sticky sperm exploded from his groin in wildly surging waves of pleasure. It traveled up his long prick and shot from the lust-swollen tip of his deeply buried cock. He was lost in the sea of his-own sensuous orgasm and hardly heard Bunny scream as she felt the liquid boil over into her feverishly thirsting belly.
"Ooooouuuu," she screamed as Paul's cum blasted into her milky depths, flooding her cunt with fiery explosions. The impact of Paul's cum as it flooded its way deep up into her cervix was more erotic than anything she'd ever imagined. She bucked insanely at his spewing hot prick and as his hot cum fired into her tightly clasping cunt, Bunny felt her own orgasm expand and heighten as her hungrily working cuntal passage milked Paul's prick of every liquid drop of his warm masculine offering.
They continued to ram and bounce into the fluffy pillow as their simultaneous orgasms seemed to go on and on. She continued to shriek with joy and desperately shoved her loins back at Paul's slowly deflating cock, but soon he was forced to pull his finger from her pulsating anus as his penis softened and was pulled noisily from her cum-filled pussy.
Bunny fell forward in complete exhaustion as her mind swain in the pool of her sexual awakening. It was as though her sensuality had been freed from bondage and her self-imposed chastity was now something to be for-gotten forever. She looked around through the tiny slits of her lust-dazed eyes and saw the other people in the room. Some were fucking, some were sucking, but all were obviously enjoying themselves. Now, with her true character exposed and her womanhood asserted, Bunny Ames vowed that she too would enjoy herself from that moment on.
CHAPTER Twelve
Feeling her lust-maddened senses return to normal, Bunny dwelled in the languishing ecstasy of new-born sensuality. She sprawled out on the soft carpet and luxurious stuffed pillow, desiring nothing now except the constant parade of hard, beautifully throbbing male cocks.
But suddenly her sense of peace and tranquility was interrupted by a rustling sound behind her. Bunny looked up to see Pete Starr appear from nowhere, grinning at her with a licentious state and holding his long, thick penis in his hand. He was standing no more than three feet away from his wife Sheila who was still screwing her hips and buttocks into the feverishly pummeling groin of Jake Jackson. But Pete seemed totally unconcerned with the adulterous fashion in which his wife was behaving, and was interested only in getting Bunny Ames's attention.
"You seem to do pretty well for a girl who doesn't date men," he smiled warmly. "Now, why don't you see if you can suck my cock as well as you fucked my brother."
Only hours before, Bunny would have been totally revolted and sickened to even consider listening to such a proposal, but now she was truly ready for anything. Nothing could de-base her and she was eager and willing to participate in any activity that allowed her to expose her long-hidden sexual prowess and talent.
Without hesitation and without saying a word Bunny smiled at her boss and rolled back over her knees to face him. Her delicate fingers darted out for Pete's thunderous prick and as she lovingly slipped the smooth rubbery head into her eagerly parted lips, she felt renewed heated excitement as she tasted its warm pungent masculinity.. She sucked, taking him deep into her virgin throat and she experienced a different kind of sexual excitement as her lips formed a tightly clasping oval around his vein-studded shaft. Erotically she milked away with her hotly swirling tongue and lips at his throbbing member. She wanted to drink down the life-giving sperm and house it in her lusting belly. She hoped its liquid magic would fill her mouth and excite her to more lewd and debasing acts.
Momentarily exhausted from the sexual activity he had participated in, Paul Starr looked up to watch the young blonde mother suck madly at his brother's cock. He stared in awe as his brother slithered his long hard shaft wetly into her eagerly awaiting lips, his cock violating and assaulting the very depths of her throat.
Paul watched his brother gyrate with unabashed frenzy into the wanton blonde's sensually working mouth and could see his brother was soon to cum by the rhythmic pulsations at the base of his penis.
"Oooooooohhhhhhrrrrrruuuuuuuuuu," Pete groaned as his furious climax reached its head. He had wanted to fuck Bunny Ames in the mouth and cunt for as long as he had known her and now, in full view of his wife and brother, he had his chance.
Bunny cupped his savagely swinging scrotum in her hand as he jerked spasmodically into her full, parted lips. She realized, as she gluttonously lapped at Pete's blood-engorged member, that she was being transformed into an entirely different species of woman, yet the taste of Pete's hot sperm was like an appetizer to a sexual meal she had just begun to feast upon.
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Soon after Pete Starr's flaccid penis fell from her mouth and he and his brother headed for the bar for yet another drink, Bunny felt herself grow restless.
The beautiful obscene acts which she had performed with her boss and his brother had only ignited Bunny's sexual fires and as she looked around the dark crowded room, she searched for some way to keep them going. There seemed to be fewer people in the room, she thought, but from the sounds the dark, murky figures made, Bunny could tell they were all engaged in various forms of sex play.
She was thirsty and therefore stood up and walked nakedly stripped toward the bar. She no longer suffered from uncomfortable feelings of self-consciousness as she strutted toward the bar, her lithe, beautifully curved young body visible for all to see. She knew everyone else was naked so why shouldn't she be. Bunny was also certain she had one of, if not the most, sexually alluring figures in the room and she felt it was high time she began to exploit it.
"Another tall glass of absinthe -- straight!" she said to the bartender. Another mind-boggling libation quickly appeared before her as she thanked the bartender, who was the only one in the room with clothes on. Her eyes continued to search the room for something which might strike her fancy and the soothing effects of the drink cradled her mind in lulling comfort. She had neither the time nor the desire to seriously consider the transformation she was going through, although she admitted to herself she might feel differently in the morning.
Someone had opened one of the big glass windows of the game room, and Bunny felt the sudden chill of the cool summer air. She wrapped a blanket around her bare shoulders, allowing her full voluptuous breasts to sway out, and decided to go to the powder room and reapply some makeup. Winding down the twisting staircase and heading down the hall-way to Jim Hutton's front room, Bunny heard sounds originating from a bedroom to her right. She immediately entered the room, the walls of which were covered with psychedelic posters. The mirrored ceiling reflected a light-purple haze and gave reflection of the three people who were sprawled in the middle of the small bedroom. Bunny had to squint as she peered around the room which was covered with a mattress-like substance. It was as though the entire room was one big bed which the flickering red strobe lights and purple ceiling adding another dimension to the exotic chamber.
Her eyes adjusting to the darkness, Bunny suddenly gasped out in surprise as she detected the nakedly writhing forms of the people on the foam based carpet. Jim Hutton, the man who owned the magnificent piece of property, was in the act of fucking an attractive young girl dog-style. Bunny could see him grind his hips into her wavering buttocks as the strobe lights distorted their figure, but what made the picture she saw even more erotically appealing was the girl, on all fours like a dog, was gluttonously sucking at the enormous prick of a well-hung teenager. Suddenly Bunny's eyes could make out the form of young Marcia Starr, Sheila's daughter, as the young girl ground her hotly enveloping little cunt back up over Jim Hutton's heavily impaling hardness. Just as quickly as Bunny's liquor dazed mind registered Marcia's presence, it concluded that Josh, Bunny's son was probably nearby.
Before Bunny's thoughts could clearly crystalize in her lust-fogged, liquor-ridden mind, the teenage boy whose pelvis wriggled with such lewd urgency into Marcia's wildly sucking lips eased his hips away from Marcia's face and walked toward Bunny.
Bunny held her breath in rigid excitation as the boy approached her and her worst fears were confirmed. She didn't even have to clearly view his face to know it was her son. his young muscular body and eagerly pulsating cock stood in the doorway as his virile voice almost pleaded as it called out to his mother.
"Honest ... Mom ... I had no idea she ... was gonna bring me ... here," Josh stammered. His eyes scanned his mother's voluptuous nakedness and she knew that he wanted to fuck her. For the first time mother and son looked at each other in their nakedness and both were confused as to how they had gotten into such a position!
Josh thought his mother was in her room with a cold drink at Paul Starr's villa and Bunny thought that her handsome young son was out on a date with Marcia Starr. But in-stead they were both in the home of Jim Hutton who found their conversation no distraction as he continued to ream up into the young, slick vagina of Marcia Starr from behind.
Young Josh was incapable of coherent speech and as he tried to mumble some excuse for his presence in the Hutton mansion, Bunny felt chills of arousal and a fire of burning passion filter through and flash about her wantonly stimulated belly.
"Mom, I ... I ... must tell ... you that I ... I ..."
"Josh, honey," she interrupted, trying hard to still the raging fires of lust that consumed her passions. Did he look at her with contempt? Bunny thought. Did he find her de-testable simply because she was walking around a stranger's home in the nude? She could see by the way his eyes traced the path from her delicate pubic flanges up her narrowly curving waist, and to her bulbous and heavily hung breasts that her son was not thinking in those terms. His young cock lurched out at her and, with total unexpected urgency, Josh reached out and enveloped his mother's vibrant, swelling body in his powerful young arms. He could feel her soft, firm, melon-like breasts squash lovingly against his chest and as he pressed against her, he could feel her thighs open slightly, then squeeze together again to trap his youthfully throbbing penis between them.
"Oh God, Mom ... I ... I ... want you and I want .to fuck you," Josh's words seared through Bunny's brain as she felt his virile young cock throbbing up against her naked cunt lips and she knew at that moment that she was powerless to resist the in-credible truth. Yes, she had watched him fucking into Sheila's daughter's mouth and she had to admit that she wanted him to fuck her too.
Were her desires so wrong? Was there any-thing wrong with wanting to make her son's cock rigidly hard and having it between her thighs, the very place he came from? Wasn't it true that she felt more like a woman now than she ever had and wouldn't this be a per-f ect way to celebrate her newly discovered sexuality?
Unable to suppress the powerful heat of their passion they knelt together in naked surrender to their desire as she lovingly stroked his already stone-hard hardness. His hand moved up the tender inner flesh of her soft naked thighs and suddenly they both burst into uncompromising and delicious tremors of lust.
"Oh, my darling baby," she cried. "Oooooohhh Yesss!" she said as her hand gently pumped on his long fleshy shaft. He brushed his fingers teasingly against the nipple of her clitoris and started to probe the quivering moistness of her still cum-moistened cunt as his young lips made contact with the fleshy softness of her breasts.
"Oh, Mom, I love you so ..." Josh said with an urgency that was born of passionate greed.
They both knew there could be no waiting now and no second thoughts. The only thing of importance was having each other's body joined in ultimate physical pleasure. Nothing mattered except them in their own little time and space, and the cosmic fulfillment they offered each other.
Their movements were perfectly in unison as Josh lay on his back while his mother hovered over him. She spread her beautiful legs wide apart and straddled his squirming young hips as his lust-swollen cock pointed straight up . at her motherly spread cunt. She held his long cock tightly in her hand and massaged the hair-covered slit of her vagina with the blunt purple head, tickling the tip of it with the soft blonde curls up between her thighs.
"Ooooooohhhh Mom, I've got to fuck you now," he exclaimed through tightly clenched teeth. She reached down to part the lips of her now ravenously hungering pussy, and cleared a path for his heavily throbbing penis. She hesitated for only a moment and then, with a low, deep-throated groan, plunged down on her son's massive thickness. He moaned and thrust his hips off the floor, trying to drive his blood-filled cock deep up into her slickly pulsing cunt lips. As he pressed into her she thought it would tear right through her tightly resisting pussy walls. But buffeted by the unexpected pain, Bunny still managed to well up in pride as her widely stretching cuntal passage signaled to her that Josh's cock got as hard as any she had ever known.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh," Bunny moaned happily, his cock bursting up through her wet warm vaginal lips and lurching to its fleshy destination. His skewering penis was encased fully now up inside her tightly locked pussy walls and she trembled uncontrollably as she ground her cunt hotly around over him, desiring every last fraction of him up in her belly. Bunny lowered her head slightly to watch Josh's youthful young cock slowly sink up and into her motherly enveloping pussy. Inch by wonderful inch he churned into the pulsating and hungrily clasping pussy welts as she flexed her clenched pussy walls tightly around it and milked her son of his young masculine essence. Josh lurched his hips off the mattress floor and thrust the entire length of his incredibly long penis hard up into her fiery depths.
Bunny screamed even louder now, feeling every wrinkle of his fleshy penis as it jammed to the base of her belly. She didn't know he'd be so long and beautiful and as she ground her shamelessly exposed loins all around over her son's bushy groin, she knew she wanted to be fucked more than ever by her wonderful young son.
"Oooohhhh, yeas, Josh darling, fuck me hard, yes, fuck mother, fuck her good!" The wantonly aroused young mother was aroused beyond all limits of comprehension as she knelt over her boy and bounced obscenely up and down on his heavily towering cock. Bunny cupped her breasts and moved them in sensuous circles around her rib-cage, as Josh undulated his mammoth penis below her. Sounds of Jim Hutton's noisily sluicing prick fucking into young Marcia Starr as she groaned in ecstasy only added to the endless torrents of white hot lust which gushed over Bunny's nakedly writhing body.
Jim Hutton had been attracted to Bunny from the moment they'd been introduced, but it wasn't until he saw her being shamelessly fucked by her own teenaged son's wetly glistening penis that he took an active interest in her sexually. He was enjoying the fine, tight sensation he derived from fucking into Marcia Starr's hot young pussy, but as he looked at Bunny from her backside, as she buffeted above. her deeply plowing son, he saw her seductively quivering anus and knew it had to be the target of his next sexual conquest. As the obscenely aroused young mother rampantly fucked down on her son's massively convulsing prick, Jim Hutton moved closer behind her. He stared at her white, half-moon buttocks as they clenched and unclenched over Josh's rapidly pummeling cock. Intermittently Jim could see her tiny pink anus, just above her son's wetly sluicing cock and Jim wanted to fuck her there. He knew her ass-hole was virgin he could tell by its tight resiliency and he wanted to help her son to get the most of his motherly loving.
"Lean forward, Bunny, I'm going to fuck your asshole," he whispered behind her.
All she could really think about were the long rhythmical strokes of Josh's big cock as she felt her passion reach a pinnacle she'd never known possible. But then Bunny be-came aware that Jim Hutton was present and his words and the bizarre, almost perverted nature of their connotation, made her cunt tighten in further arousal. She realized her actions with Josh were unnatural, but Oh God, it would be wildly salacious to be fucked in the ass at the same time by their host, Jim Hutton. She had seen Pete Starr fuck into Sheila Starr's rectum and had been wildly ex-cited by the sight, and now that her sexual awakening was complete she knew she longed for the luxuriant feeling of Jim's prick fucking up into her wantonly excited asshole as her own son flicked her cunt from below.
"Oh yes, Jim," Bunny gasped as she pounced heavily on Josh's distended prick, "fuck into my asshole tooooooo!"
No further encouragement was needed as Jim Hutton knelt down between Josh's legs and Bunny's slender, well-defined calves. He was fully erect and despite the fact that he knew she had to be prepared, he was tempted to simply ram his lust-hardened cock deep up into the virginal rectal flesh without any warning at all. The truth was that Bunny was ready for him. She reached back with both hands and pulled her white, firm globes apart to stretch her rectal lips wide and allow Jim a smooth and unimpeded entry. She could feel his finger probe into her virgin anus, the tightly resisting ring of pink anal flesh instinctively resisting, then reluctantly giving way. She bent over, her breasts lewdly dangling in Josh's face, and forced her anal muscles to relax while preparing for her most exciting experience yet. She grunted as Jim explored her rectum, and the slight pressure up in there continued as he worked his finger feverishly around up her tightly locked anal channel. He tried to prepare her for his bigger entry and the combination of pleasure-pain which he inspired with his teasingly probing middle finger made Bunny an even more insistent lover. She fucked her cunt harder, more desperately now down onto the impaling probes of Josh's prick and Jim's finger, creating a tremendous strain on her defenseless virginal loins.
Now Jim rested his invading cudgel at the entrance to her inwardly flexing little anus. Momentarily she resisted, but shoving for-ward with a violent jerky motion, Jim popped the smooth, rubbery head of his cock just up inside the elastic-tight ring of her puckered anal flesh. Incredibly he stretched her rubbery anus to fantastic dimensions as he grunted and groaned behind her, shoving his long cock in almost to the hilt. Her cry was one of complete, unadulterated shock as a wild, uncomfortable pressure seared through Bunny's body. She thought she was being ripped in half as a sudden, slight, but exciting discomfort wracked her spine.
And soon her cries of pain gradually, almost imperceptibly, transformed into crazed whimperings of abandoned ecstasy as she felt both poles of lust-heated male cock-flesh spear far up into her quaking belly. Bunny's tortured moaning turned into joyous sighs as both Jim Hutton and Josh skewered her lie a lifeless rag-doll between them, their cocks separated by only the thin membrane which separated her cunt and asshole.
They fucked in rhythmic unison as they plunged and withdrew their rhythmically pis-toning cocks in perfect harmony. Jim Hut-ton's cock was contracted tightly up into the heated, murky walls of her rectum, while Josh's virile young shaft pummeled deep up into the hungrily milking flesh of her cuntal walls. They fucked her simultaneously, driving deep into the twinly welcoming passages up between her thighs, while their lust-hardened rods pushed and rubbed against each other along the parallel channels of the lust-soaked crevice between her ass-cheeks. More and more they gave her as they fucked into her with the constant rhythm of their perfectly synchronized infucks. Again and again they fucked into her widespread cunt and asshole, each to split wide and tantalize their own specific sexual orifice.
Sheila's young teenage daughter, Marcia had been watching the entire scene in rapture and enjoyed viewing the spectacular passion feast. She watched as the boy she had previously sucked and the man who had just reamed out her young pussy with animal-like abandon, sandwich-fucked deep up into Josh's mother's shamelessly aroused body. It was a cunt-flooding sight, Marcia thought, as the two men drove their big, stiff rods in to Bunny's miraculously stretched holes. Marcia was unable to control the surreal thrill of it all and watched the threesome writhe hypnotically and wildly around on the floor as she worked hotly at her own teenage little cunt with her middle finger. Marcia wanted to share in their ecstatic experience, and working her hand in and out of her wetly slithering pussy, she imagined she had the good fortune to be Josh's double-fucked mother.
The young girl looked on as Bunny's full, heavy breasts swung with lewd fury as the force of the two cocks fucked heavily up into her open belly. The young mother's mouth was wide open in grotesque and wanton lust and her tongue licked salaciously at her frenziedly mewling lips. Moaning with the uninhibited abandon of an injured animal, Bunny cursed through her pursed lips as her men jammed her cunt and asshole almost to the bursting with hotly glistening cocks, yet soon her belly filled with wondrous splendor and her tortured moans, once again turned into mesmerized sighs of pleasure. With accelerating intensity, Bunny felt herself soar to unattainable heights of wild, erotic bliss as Josh plundered wildly at her desperately pleading pussy and Jim Hutton ravaged her beseiged anus like a bull gone wild.
"Ooohhhhh ... I'mmmmm -- I'm cummming. Yessssss, my darlings ... I'm ... cum, cum ... now, now ... now!"
White hot blasts of cum splashed into her cuntal walls and no more than a split second later, Jim Hutton exploded in torrents of lava-like semen, filling Bunny's tender young anus with his creamy, thick cum. And yes, as her rectum exploded, with the pulsating eruptions from Jim's prick, Bunny's body turned into a shower of madly sparkling streams of female cum. Yes, she had made it, and suddenly she was floating in the suspended animation and exquisite luxuriance of her own burning orgasm. Her anus sizzled with majestic splendor and her pussy welled up in joy as old as time itself as she bucked into the foaming, plunging pricks which seemingly now fucked her from everywhere at once.
The mad passion of this moment would never be duplicated, yet Bunny wished it would never, never come to an end.
* * *
There developed a strange relationship between Bunny and Josh immediately after that. They had awakened a spark within each other, but the spark was almost immediately doused with cold water. Or lukewarm water anyway. They never again actually indulged in sex, but at home, or away together with others on weekends, they both sort of knew the other's feelings every moment. And respected them. At home, Bunny no longer knocked on the door when Josh was showering. If she caught him in the act of masturbation, she simply sat down on the throne and watched, fascinated. If Josh came home early from a date and found Bunny with her legs flying high in the air above the living room couch, with some young stud drilling her down into the cushions, he just smiled, tapped the guy on his bare ass, and said, "Go to it, pal. You got a real winner there."
And then too, Bunny always had her occasional weekends away from the office. That was her business. And what Josh did was his.
