S4E9: Playing with the Pet

Renee's lewd groping of Samantha's tits and ass becomes outright molesting: right there at the dinner table, she starts to casually finger Samantha. Her middle and ring fingers work in and out of Samantha's pussy, while her pinky and index fingers keep the labia spread open. Renee isn't gentle about it, either. It's loud, wet-sounding -- cruel. Samantha leans woozily against Renee's shoulder and whines while Renee abuses her.


"You're going to fuck that poor woman to death," Cerise says.


"Blah blah," Renee says. "She can take it. Can't you, Sammy?"


"Y-yes," Samantha says, struggling to speak through the waves of unwanted pleasure that Renee inflicts.


"And why is that?" Renee asks her.


"B-because-- b-because-- aaahnn~" She trails off and nibbles on the side of her own hand to keep from screaming.


Renee forces her to quit the nervous self-gnawing. She grabs her wrist and makes her keep her hand down by her lap.


"Because why?" Renee says.


"Because... b-because, I am a s-slutty bunny."


Renee takes her fingers out of Samantha's gash just long enough to give the bunnygirl a loud, vicious slap on her inner thigh. Samantha hasn't even had time to scream in pain, before Renee is already knuckle-deep inside her body again.


"Nicely done!" Renee says. Samantha's muscles spasm, her eyes close and her mouth turns into a wide O. Then you hear the patter of liquid against the hardwood floor below the table; she's cumming on Renee's fingers.


Gal watches, grinning, chin propped between her fists like a kid absorbed in a school lesson. "you are so cool renee"


"Now you're just sucking up," Renee says. She's still fingering Samantha. She takes a brief moment to kick off her trousers and her panties. Settling again, she tells the bunny: "Do me, too."


Samantha does as ordered. Wincing in pleasure and narrowly opening her tear-filled eyes, she gropingly finds Renee's bare pussy. It's crazy how much Samantha really does look -- and act -- like a rabbit. The way her facial muscles twitch, the little high-pitched whines she makes, even the timid way she moves her hands. All suggestive of a person who's part bunny down to her DNA. Hell, maybe it's true. Because female bunnies love nothing more than getting fucked, right? And Samantha absolutely loves to get fucked in every hole, even to the point of unconsciousness, and well beyond. It seems she casts a spell on everyone around her that magically turns them into depraved rapists champing at the bit to do exactly that. Renee worse than most, clearly -- since she's already a depraved rapist to begin with -- but Samantha's sex magic does the trick to pretty much everyone. Pheromones, maybe? Is bunnygirl Samantha Smatters a person literally in heat, turning everyone around her horny with subconscious hormonal signals?


You can't deny how horny you are, at least. Your panties are soaked through, and you're sitting in a small puddle, just from watching this lewd scene. Well: when in Rome, fuck as the Romans do. You slide a hand past the elastic of your waistband and start to play with yourself. No qualms and no hesitation, just casually masturbating while you watch.


"Slutty little teenybopper over here," Renee laughs. "Don't you have any shame?"


"Nah," you say. You don't break the pace of your masturbation. "Anyway, you're one to talk."


"Mmmm," is all Renee responds with -- enjoying herself too much from Samantha's technique to banter back.


Gal prepares a vape pen for Renee, dousing a cottonball with flavored juice, but Renee waves her off. "No -- I need a real cigarette for this," she says. Her voice is low and husky. One-handedly, she takes a cig from her labcoat pocket, then a lighter, and lights up. After taking a single long, luxurious drag that makes the cherry glow neon red, she pulls the cigarette from between her lips, slouches way forward in her seat, and blows a huge billowy cloud of smoke. Through it all, Samantha's fingers work and work. "God, this feels so good..." Renee says.


When Gal fires up the vape pen and starts to use it for herself, Cerise snatches it from her. She bonks it against Gal's forehead. "I'm banning you from this thing for the next 48 hours. I want your mouth pure for our wedding night, and the night after."


Gal sticks her tongue out at Cerise.


Cerise, scowling, sets the vape pen aside and stands. Yanking down her shorts to bare her bouncy pale ass and bending over the table, she says: "Get under me and put that tongue to work."


Gal obsequiously slides off the chair, and down to her knees -- but not before winking at you. You swear, you never knew a turbo-sub like her could be so low-key cheeky. Cerise grins and enjoys the way her wife eats her out while she intently watches the same show you're watching, Renee and Samantha jilling each other. Peeking under the table, you see that Gal is her same selfish self, of course: she's sitting on her wide-apart knees, and both her hands are fucking both her lower holes while she laps at Cerise from below.


For several very fun minutes, the only sound in the room is five horny cunts getting serviced in various ways; and five horny girls making little grunts, coos and murmurs of pleasure. Cerise cums on her wife, Samantha cums on Renee's hand, you cum in your panties. It's super cool.


Breaking this trance of erotic pleasure is Renee -- turning her head and asking you: "Hey, teenybopper. You ever eat bunny pussy before?"


"No," you say. Your voice is rough and terse, since you're still so focused on fingering yourself. The more you toy with your quim, the hotter you seem to get. "How could I? You and Whitney keep her monopolized."


Renee laughs. "I gotta keep in better touch with my inner Marx, then. Smatters is communal property. We all get to use her."


Maybe it's wrong, but treating people as property is pretty hot. And if anyone was born to be a piece of property, low-value property at that, it's Samantha Smatters. You bite your lip as you let another little squirt of cum out inside your underwear.


Renee gets Samantha up on the table, on her back, and forces her legs apart.


"Eat my pussy yes!" Samantha pleads. She spreads it open for you with her thumbs, and you can see way up inside it, all its ridges and drippy parts, the little strings of her pussy juice clinging to the walls. "Slutty bunny pussy for master Amber to lick, okay!"


You get your face down to her fat little mound. The tail isn't attached by a buttplug, no: you can see her vagina and her asshole in all their glory. That pristine, glistening pussy of hers is so cute. Pink and soft and so smooth you'd think she never went through puberty. It's hot, too -- no, for real -- staring at her box, you feel like you've got a space heater set to low blowing directly against your face. When without further ado you clamp your lips around that wonderfully inviting fuckhole, your eyes bug out, and you think for a split-second you've literally burned your tongue. But it's only surprise that makes you think so -- her insides are only the temperature of a person with a very high fever. But no wonder the whore is always so keen to get fucked. She's burning up inside. In a house of people with unusually high libidos, Samantha surpasses you all: she is an actual nympho, in the clinical sense.


More surprising than her temperature, though...


"Well?" Renee asks, rubbing your neck and shoulders in a very, very perverse way as she watches you lick the writhing bunnygirl out. "How does she taste?"


You pull off Samantha's quim, strands of her cunt juice hanging off your chin. "It's... ungh, fuck -- she tastes like strawberry."


Renee giggles. "Is that so?"


"I mean literally -- it's *just* like strawberry..."


Samantha, on the table, whines pathetically: "master Amber, please... your mouth... please lick my slut hole more, please? Please?"


Cerise, who's already cum so many times on Gal's face that the poor bitch is going to stink like her pussy for the next decade, finally climbs off of her and stumbles drunkenly over to where you sit. "No fuckin' way," Cerise slurs, and shoves you aside to get at Samantha's hole. "You're lying."


She leans forward, and gives Samantha's pussy a curious sniff -- which makes Samantha cum a little, splashing Cerise's surprised face with a little splash of bunny cum. Finally then, Cerise dives in. She squeezes Samantha's thighs, which are badly bruised, you note (Renee must love wailing on them) -- and starts to suck Samantha's cunt in earnest.


Like you before her, Cerise's eyes bulge at the moment of contact. About 30 seconds later she pulls back, sticky with Samantha's fluids, and she gulps and says: "It's not strawberry... it's pineapple... oh my god... it's--"


"Master Cerise please your tongue PLEASE I need it in my pussy hole--"


Cerise obliges, and goes back for more of what she supposes tastes like pineapple. Samantha's humongous tits sway and jiggle, and her eyes roll around in their sockets, while Cerise performs expert oral on her.


Renee nods. "See, I think it tastes like oranges and cream... Whitney swears it's watermelon... and Alabaster thinks mango."


Gal is at Cerise's side. "may i" she says. Cerise is reluctant though, and selfishly just keeps eating Samantha out, casting annoyed glances back at her wife who waits patiently for her turn with the slave. Even Gal's patience wears, though: "cerise don't be greedy" she finally says, and this gets her to move aside.


Even for just the split second that there isn't a mouth on her gash, Samantha whines and squirms in frustration.


Gal gets her mouth on the pussy now. It's a blessed relief for the bunny, who chews her lip and cums so hard down Gal's throat that it sounds like she's using the toilet. The way Gal eats cunt is really second to none. You can see the way her tongue moves around inside Samantha's hole, just from the way the surface of Samantha's mound kind of writhes and bulges. It's sexy as hell. You didn't think it was possible, but it makes your already sodden, translucent panties even wetter (something about wearing undies soiled by your own arousal really gets you going). Just to show Gal that you enjoy her handiwork, you reach behind her and finger her pretty ass and pussy for her. She exhales hard from the unexpected rubby-rubby and redoubles the pace of her tongue-fucking.


Only because even she does have to breathe *eventually*, Gal at last pulls off. "this is bananas" she says.


"It really is..." Cerise agrees.


"no--" Gal says, "--this tastes exactly like banana"


Renee circles the table and pets Samantha lovingly. Samantha, tiny fists balled up  at either side of her absolutely massive knockers, looks Renee in the eye, wearing an expression that's caught between pleasure, pain, and subservience. "Am I a good slut, master Renee?" She asks.


"Sammy," Renee says, "you -- are a miracle of science."


With that, she lights up another cig, climbs on the table, and sits on Samantha's face. She smokes languidly, and humps Samantha like she's a dildo. When Renee ashes her cigarette, she does so on Samantha's body.


You don't see Samantha's face again for about an hour. But you do see a whole lot of Renee's mature cunt, and how spectacularly it can orgasm.

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