Chapter 10
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.
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.