Bunnygirls 2

by Simon Archer

  Jesus Christ, there was more carnal tension in that than there were words. I noted to myself the unprecedented risk of getting Tinker into the mood if I wasn’t ready to deal with it within minutes. She had a fast buildup, a little fuse, and a terrifying hunger.

  “I’ll try not to let my ‘lordly pride’ disappoint.” I rolled my shoulders. “Despite how the poetry would portray me, I still think cake is a pretty high bar to clear. It’s not an adversary I thought I’d ever had to compare myself to.”

  “I wouldn’t worry about comparisons if I were you, sir,” Tinker lifted my spirits as we all walked inside, “Thanks to you, I don’t think I’d ever need to eat another cake again.”

  “Well, time to put my money where my mouth is, I guess.” I stretched my neck and back to popping to limber myself.

  “And it’s time to teach all of you how to put your mouth where the money is,” Hopper flipped my idiom into wordplay. “If we’re going to make this last, we need to use some technique. The first thing to remember is ‘soft but firm.’ It’s easy to get excited and wild, I know, but control is where you start, then you can unleash that chaos for that strong finish. Second…”

  They kept saying that I’d been helping them control their drives, but I’d only noticed an increase in their desire since I’d been here. I was pretty sure they were lying to me to get me to sleep with them. The nerve of these aphrodisiac bunnies. How dare they treat me like I was some two-bit hussy?

  Who was I kidding? I didn’t need sleep, anyway.

  Hopper took me by the hand and led me across the room, but before we reached the oversized bed, the group of bunnies surrounded us.

  “Hopper, where do we start?” Monique asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet in anticipation.

  “Well, I have a plan,” Hopper announced, turning to Monique. Hopper kept her hand on my forearm as if pinning me in place. Of course, I could have easily broken away, but why would I? “Since you’re so excited, you can start. Come up here.”

  The bunnies had formed a circle around us, and Monique squeaked lightly as she squeezed past the group and skipped toward us. She stepped up mere inches from me and looked up into my eyes. Now that she was closer, I saw that beneath her bubbly exterior, she seemed almost nervous.

  “So, the first thing you’re going to do is take his clothes off,” Hopper ordered. Her voice had dropped an octave, taking on an almost husky tone.

  Monique reached out to me, and I felt Hopper’s hand release its grip around my arm as she stepped back. Monique’s hands were a bit shaky and unsure as she studiously began undoing my buttons, starting from the bottom and working her way up. She didn’t look up at me, but rather, she fixed her gaze on each button as she undid it.

  “Monique,” Tinker whispered from behind me. The silver-haired bunny froze and looked up at Tinker, her eyes wide and unsure.

  Tinker came up beside her and looked up at me. She placed her hands on my chest as Monique’s fingers dropped to her side.

  “You aren’t just taking his clothes off like an assignment,” Tinker advised. “Use this as a way to build the anticipation and to tease him a bit.” She turned to Monique with an adorable grin. “Also, start from the top down.”

  “Okay!” Monique replied anxiously as Tinker stepped back. This time, her movements were a bit smoother. She stepped up to me again and placed her hands exactly where Tinker’s had been a moment before, and slid her fingers toward my top button, slowly working her way down my shirt. She looked up at me nervously, but I reached out and cupped her chin in my hand. I smiled at her reassuringly and then brought my lips down to hers.

  Monique froze for a moment, and then I felt her body relax. I slid my other arm around her back and pulled her closer, and a small giggle escaped her throat as she let herself succumb to my kiss. Her hands instinctively slid back up my chest and around my neck as she pulled me closer to her. I slid my hand beneath her shirt and let my fingers run through the incredibly soft fur on her lower back. I worked both hands up her back until her shirt pulled taut, and instead of backing my hands down, I continued to pull upward. She relented to my movements, ducking her head and allowing me to pull her shirt up over her head. Her silver hair tumbled back down over her shoulders and I tossed the shirt off to the side before leaning forward to kiss her again.

  “Do you see how taking her shirt off became a smooth transition?” Hopper asked loudly for the entire group to hear. “That’s what I was talking about.”

  “I want to try!” Penny stepped forward from the circle. The light overhead bounced off her copper-colored fur, illuminating her features.

  Monique looked over at Hopper as if waiting for directions, but when Hopper shrugged, Monique stepped back away from me, leaving an opportunity for Penny to step up.

  Penny seemed to have gotten over her nerves from before, because she stepped up confidently and beamed up at me.

  “Thank you, sir,” she said quietly as she reached for my top button. She slowly undid each one, stealing glances up at me in between them. When she was about halfway done, she slipped her hands under my shirt to feel my bare skin. The warmth was welcome, and I pulled her in close. Her hands slid up to my shoulders, and the collar of my shirt fell off to one side, exposing more of my skin as she locked her lips against mine.

  “That’s it!” Hopper murmured excitedly from beside me. “See how smooth that was?”

  Hopper’s narration was a bit harsh against the mood settling over the room, but I had a feeling that would change soon. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Tinker lean in and whisper something into Hopper’s ear. They exchanged a look and nodded, and I wondered if Tinker’s whispers had to do with Hopper’s announcement, or if they had a trick up their sleeves for later.

  I felt something soft brush up against my arm and saw Randy come up beside me. Her black fur was silky compared to the fluffy softness of Monique’s fur, and I instinctively reached out to feel more of it. Randy’s eyes shone with hunger as she sidled up beside Penny, and when Penny broke free from my lips, Randy stole a kiss for herself.

  I was expecting another comment from Hopper, but when I chanced a glance in her direction, she was simply standing there with her arms crossed, looking like a proud teacher. Tinker stood beside her with a smile on her face, and I felt the rest of the group getting a bit restless as they jockeyed for position to get their turn.

  I wrapped one arm around each of the two bunnies, and as I kissed Randy, Penny continued to undo the buttons on my shirt. I was grateful for it, since my clothes were starting to feel constricting. Once the last button was undone, Penny hesitated and looked over at Hopper.

  “Remember,” Hopper said softly, “it’s less about the clothing and more about setting a mood.”

  Penny nodded and placed her hands on my stomach. She slid them up my chest and out to my shoulders, causing the fabric to bunch up on my arms. When I released my hold on Randy’s tiny waist, the shirt fell down to the floor, puddling at my feet. Penny’s hands never left me, and they returned to my chest before she paused again.

  Randy pulled back and looked up at me with a smile before looking over at Penny.

  “Can I try?” she whispered. Penny nodded and stepped back, and Randy ran her hands across my clavicle and down my chest. She reached my beltline and hesitated slightly. She stole a glance up at me, and I saw the unasked question in her eyes.

  “Take your time,” I whispered. “What do you want to do?”

  Hopper uncrossed her arms. “What do you think would make him feel good?”

  Randy nodded and slowly traced her finger along the top edge of my waistband. Her light touch was enough to send a shiver over my skin, and I felt myself twitch beneath the fabric of my pants. She settled over my belt buckle, and after fumbling with it for a bit, she managed to loosen my belt completely. She let one hand trail down over the now-taut fabric of my pants, delicately tracing my length with her fingers. She swallowed hard and looked up at me as she reac
hed for the button and undid the zipper. With a swipe of her hand, my pants fell around my ankles, and she took a step back in surprise.

  “That’s the cake, huh?” Monique quipped from her spot in the circle.

  “Delicious cake,” Penny agreed.

  I looked down at Randy, but she suddenly looked nervous as she looked down at what she had sprung free. She frozen in place.

  I looked around at the group of bunnies before me, but they all had the same apprehensive expression on their faces. Randy took a step back and looked over at Hopper, but it was Tinker who stepped forward.

  “I think a demonstration would be a good place to start,” Tinker offered.

  “Yes,” Hopper agreed, her voice still soft. I had the distinct impression that Hopper was more impacted by watching the other bunnies undress me than she was willing to let on. Her eyes had darkened with desire and she wasn’t quite meeting my eyes.

  Tinker came around to face me as Randy stepped back and joined the circle. She pressed her body up against mine as she slowly kissed her way down my chest.

  Hopper cleared her throat and spoke softly. “The key here is to build anticipation. You want to tease him a bit. It will make the end so much more satisfying.”

  She was right. I felt myself stiffen more as Tinker slowly inched her way down my stomach. When she couldn’t kiss any further down, she dropped to her knees. Her hand wrapped around me, and the warmth of her palm seemed to radiate out into my gut. Her thumb ran up to the tip, and then she leaned forward, flicking her tongue up against my skin. I closed my eyes and looked up to the ceiling as the sensations of her tongue ripple through me. Hopper remained silent, but all eyes were on Tinker as she set about her demonstration. It wasn’t until I felt Tinker pause that I looked back down.

  Tinker was looking over at Hopper, who seemed to be lost in thought.

  “Oh, right,” Hopper sputtered, bringing herself back into teaching mode. “So, when it’s time to have your cake, rhythmic movements are good. Watch Tinker.”

  Tinker glanced up at me through her eyelashes as she took me into her mouth. My every nerve ending lit up in response to her movements as she bobbed up and down.

  “See?” Hopper whispered. Her voice cracked. “Notice the even and consistent movements.”

  I laced my fingers in Tinker’s hair, and she danced her tongue across my skin as she moved. She ran her hands up my thighs, and every so often she stole another glance up at me.

  “Who wants to try?” Hopper asked, jarring me from my thoughts for a moment.

  Monique stepped up first again, and Tinker sat back on her heels and shifted over to give Monique some space. When Monique wrapped her hand around my length though, her hand felt shaky and unsure.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered down to her. “I’ll let you know if it doesn’t feel right.”

  Monique nodded and I felt her grip grow more confident. She slid her hand up and down a few times, almost as if testing the feel of it. She took one last glance up at me, and I ran my hand comfortingly across her cheek as she took me into her mouth. It took her a moment to get her bearings, but Hopper’s reminder must have stuck with her, because she quickly found a rhythm of her own. She was slower and more calculated than Tinker had been, but she was also more delicate, which was pleasant. I sighed with pleasure as I allowed the sensation of her tongue to take over my senses. As Monique’s confidence grew, so did her speed, until she was working up a frenzy.

  “Save some for the rest of us,” Penny crooned. Monique sat back on her heels and giggled, swiping her chin with her shift collar. Penny skipped forward and took her turn, but instead of going straight in, she teased me a bit. She kissed along my waistband and across my upper thighs before returning to the center and tracing patterns up and down my length with the tip of her tongue.

  Tinker cheered. “As you can see, starting slowly sets the mood, and then you can pick up the pace later with more of a reward. Penny is doing a great job of setting the mood.”

  When I looked over at Hopper, she seemed much more like her usual self, about ready to jump on top of me and tackle me to the bed.

  Randy came up beside Penny after watching her for a few minutes and placed her hand on Penny’s shoulder. Penny slid over to make room for Randy, and Randy had her turn.

  The next thing I knew, a ball of soft fur attacked me, and Hopper had indeed tackled me. I grabbed her by the waist at the last minute, stumbling backward toward the bed before collapsing down onto the blue silk sheets. They billowed up around us for a second, but as they settled, Hopper looked back at Randy.

  “Don’t stop,” she ordered.

  Randy scurried forward, climbing onto the bed to continue to lavish her affections on me. A familiar giggle came from the foot of the bed as Tinker crawled up my side.

  “The wait was killing me,” Tinker squealed before turning to the group. “Come and join us! There is plenty of room.”

  The next thing I knew, a sea of bunnies surrounded me. The combination of fur and skin seemed to brush against every inch of my body as everyone jostled for position and took turns taking their own piece of cake. I didn’t know who to focus on first, there were so many of them. Hopper claimed the attention for herself first though, when she pinned me down by my shoulders and stared into my eyes with a feverish look of hunger as she sat on my chest.

  “It’s time to take the next step,” she announced. I couldn’t see who was taking a turn behind her, but they pulled back as everyone turned to face Hopper with rapt attention. Hopper grinned mischievously and slid back across my stomach. I felt the warmth emanating from her as she hovered above me, and as she slowly slid down onto me, I groaned with pleasure.

  “Rhythm is important here, too,” Tinker announced from somewhere within the sea of fur. “Watch Hopper.”

  Hopper didn’t seem the least bit concerned with lessons anymore, though. She closed her eyes and rocked her hips in a perfect rhythm, moaning slightly with each movement. The palms of her hands pressed firmly against my chest as she worked, and as she gyrated against me, I felt myself throb within her. I quickly grabbed her hips to still her. When she looked down at me, puzzled, I gestured around me.

  “There are a lot of bunnies waiting their turn,” I murmured. “We should pace ourselves. It will be a long night.”

  Hopper looked a bit disappointed, but she nodded and dropped off to the side. As she did so, she reached over and grabbed Penny by the arm, pulling her close.

  “Your turn,” she urged, and Penny didn’t hesitate. She carefully swung one leg over and then slowly lowered herself onto me. Her eyes widened as she adjusted to allow my full length inside of her, and then sighed with a mixture of pleasure and relief as she reached my hips.

  Penny’s slow, methodical movements were almost frustrating compared to Hopper’s frantic hunger, but I knew that the frustration would pay off in spades later. I ran my hands over the curves of her waist and settled on her hips as I guided her movements. She picked up speed, faster and faster, until a small yelp escaped her lips. I grinned up at her as I felt her body soften against mine, and my hands ensured she kept up her pace as she trembled in the wake of her first release. I slid my hands up her back and pulled her close to me for a kiss. She pressed herself up against me as she kissed me, and then she slid off to the side.

  An ivory-furred bunny named Dottie slid up beside me through the tangle of fur and limbs that were busy caressing every inch of my body.

  “Sir?” she asked timidly. “Could I have a turn?”

  “Of course,” I replied softly, reaching over to pull her close.

  “Dottie.” We both whipped around to see Hopper smirking at us. Hopper crawled over and whispered something in Dottie’s ear, and Dottie nodded studiously before turning her attention back to me. I helped guide her down onto me, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she accepted all of me. When she opened her eyes again, she began rolling her hips in quick tiny circles, catching me off-guard. I thought that had be
en Hopper’s secret, but then Dottie tightened around me, causing me to gasp in surprise. She giggled at my reaction, and I sat up and pulled her in playfully as I let out a chuckle of my own.

  From my seated position, I could see more of what was going on around me. Apparently, while Hopper had been guiding the bunnies through their turns with me, Tinker had been keeping the rest of the bunnies occupied as they waited. Many of them coupled up, running their fingers through each other's fur and kissing each other's necks. I knew that Hopper and Tinker had wanted to focus tonight’s session on using me as a learning tool, but seeing as how it was impossible for me to lavish my attention on every bunny at once, I was grateful to find that they were all being pampered by someone. It was quite the sight to behold, and I had the sudden urge to crawl through the maze of beautiful bunnies and take my time stopping by each one of them.

  Dottie wasn’t going to let me go though, not until she had her fill. I focused on her until I saw the shift in her eyes, and I knew then that she was close. I kept up the speed that she had set, and when she began to squirm beneath my hands, I held her in place to maintain the rhythm until she reached her crescendo. She melted into my arms and sighed in contentment, taking a moment to recover before sliding off to the side.

  Before I could become further distracted, I turned over and began crawling through the crowd. Tinker, looking rather pained, stopped me.