Chapter 9
"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.
"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.