Red Rabbit

Maria popped over to a drawer in the dressing table. Lois looked at herself in the mirror. Her lover's juices dripped off her chin, onto her shirt. Sweat dripped from her, as the heat within her body increased. Self-consciously, she took it off, to sit in the chair in just her bra. She waited anxiously, unsure of what the barmaid would do.

The purple-and-pink haired woman returned with something in her hand. It was small, red as a clown's nose, made from soft silicone, with two little protruding ears.

"It's a...rabbit?" the reporter asked.

"Yeah, honey. And wait 'til you see what this bunny can do."

Maria slid her arms under Lois' knees and left arm, and picked her up—bending down at the knees. She sat down on the chair with Lois in her lap, facing the mirror. The weakened reporter didn't resist as the slightly taller woman arranged her so that Maria's knees pressed into the back of Lois' own, her legs folded over the barmaid's. She could feel the cold metal barbells of Maria's nipples press into her bare back, the warm flat circles that were the barmaid's breasts pressed up against her.

Slowly, but inexorably, Maria opened her thighs...and Lois' legs opened with them. The reporter shuddered when she looked straight ahead, their pussies totally exposed, one on top of the other.

Maria's right hand reached down in front and softly spread Lois' labia, until the pink flesh was exposed. Reflexively, she contracted her kegel muscles, and her vagina seemed to wink at her. The barmaid's fingers pulled back slightly, to expose the nub of Lois' clitoris as it peaked out of its hood.

"Don't touch," the woman behind her said, as she peaked over Lois' shoulder. "Just relax. Let me do the work."

The rabbit came up in her left hand, and drew down over Lois' soft, flat belly. Now she could see the button and dial on the base of it—the button that Maria's thumb pressed, and set those little ears to vibrating. The only sound in the dressing room was Lois' heavy breathing and the soft buzz of the red rabbit.

It took Maria a could tries to capture Lois' clit in between the buzzing ears. The reporter almost screamed when she did, and had to **** her body to relax as it tensed up. Lois half-closed her eyes...then caught a sight of herself in the mirror. The limp, almost-naked rag doll whose pussy spasmed under the **** of of the vibrator, the look of languid concentration on Maria's face, like a concert cellist working her instrument...

Lois could feel the orgasm build up within her. So long delayed, she almost wanted to rush it, to buck her hips and grind against the toy, or finish herself off with her fingers...but Maria was there, and clicked the dial so that the rabbit sped up another notch.

Then Lois did shudder and half-scream in orgasm. Her body seemed to go limp as it spasmed, conscious control lost as her world contracted down to her cunt for an instant that rolled on in wave after shuddering wave.

The reporter slumped against her lover, sweaty, almost lifeless. She had never had a multiple orgasm before.

"I'm glad you liked that, baby." Maria said. "But it's not over yet."

A thumb flicked a dial...the rabbit stopped vibrating and began to glow red, from within. Lois was barely conscious of the outline of some rock or crystal that shined through the silicone. Her clit almost seemed to burn where it was in contact with the rabbit, and she began to feel...weird.