You end up being a bad bunny (I.)

Even even though adult video stores are springing up like crabgrass all over cities these days, you have never actually seen a porno movie before. So when Jokester snorts and asks, "Wassa matter Bunny, why did you get so quiet all of a sudden? I can't handle all of the humiliation burden myself, yknow... is this the first time you ever saw somebody do it?"

Your cheeks get hot and you swallow. Of course it has to be obvious that your eyeballs are glued to watching the smooth pink edges of another woman's pussy getting gradually **** open each time you pushed down on her hips. She was still not really cooperating and the awkward front to back angle meant that he never got deeper then halfway. The action was totally quiet, almost gentle... The sound of the couples breathing, and you unconsciously licking your lips, was all that could be heard.

Even after Jokester needled you again, you still kept your eyes on your task of urging the caterpillar themed girl to work her pussy up and down on the tip of her amateur partner's spear. The hairy balls that had dangled loosely when you forcibly pantsed their owner were drawn up tightly now... running a finger over them just to feel it for yourself was quite tempting.

"Jeez," the always mouthy older vigilante muttered to himself, " now I almost feel bad. See, Caterpillar? Your stubbornness is even making things painfully awkward for my poor, nubile, virginal young rookie here."

"Hey, shut up!" You retort weekly with a dry cough. " you're acting like it's not normal that I've never watched this kind of pervy stuff before. It's not like I've ever had a hard time finding a boyfriend or needed to ask whoever I'm with more than once. You're a real creep, you know that?"

"Yup." he flatly replied. "Speed her up. She's had plenty of time to talk."

It is for your own curiosity, not your bossy partner, that you pull Caterpillar forward a little bit and dig your fingers into her soft butt to **** her down. "Aaaaaaaahhhhiiiiiii!" A long high note escapes her lips as she is suddenly **** to sit squarely on Griff's hips. Rather than trying to get away, the college boy gives a grunt and arches his hips slightly so that he's going balls deep.

A shiver of excitement runs down your back and makes you involuntarily wiggle your backside. You have never done it without using a condom before and can't get your mind off wondering just how different it feels for this hapless girl. Even though you don't even know the guy some part of you is wishing that you were up on the young man's lap instead of her.

"Griff... Mmmmf..." Caterpillar says in a grunting, strangled tone which is quite different from the smooth drawl she had been speaking in beforehand, "I'm sorry... this bunny girl won't let me get up off of you... I hope we... Unhhh... can still be friends."

Because the woman was still more or less fully clothed, having only been relieved of her panties, Jokester couldn't see much of the action from where he was standing. But he could hear as you started using the strength of your legs to forcibly bounce the tall, pale beauty's ass rapidly up and down, making soft slapping sounds. And from where you were, not only could you see it all but the smell of her juices coding his shaft was strong enough you could enjoy it even over the green smell of all the plants filling this building.

Your eyes flick up to regard her face. Her big round glasses are resting askew on her face now, and with both of her hands resting on her partner's chest trying and failing to push herself up and off of his throbbing meat, she has to occasionally toss her head back sharply to stop them from slipping off altogether... and she gives an embarrassed grunt each time. But no more words for you or your sleazy mentor are forthcoming.

Using a pair of tweezers, Jokester has made a little bit of progress towards extracting the projectiles he had gotten hit with. "Hm. All right, this isn't enough, so let's change it up so that Cuitie doesn't get to hide her face from him. Let her up a second."

You obliged, and, panting, the green-clad girl scoots her ass back along Griff's muscular abs, letting his rod flop free, where it keeps pointing straight up, twitching slightly.

Jokester comes over and roughly drags Caterpillar off him to the side. There is a quick clinking sound as he claps a pair of handcuffs on the young woman's wrists to control her hands, then, standing behind her on the other side of the table, reaches down to take hold of her stocking clad thighs, producing a little peep of protest from the girl. His strong hands gave those shapely thighs a squeeze and pulled them apart, holding them up with her knees slightly bent.

"Bunny," he says, " manhandle that man and his handle and get him to fuck Caterpillar face to face, like God intended." By now, you don't need all that much in the way of encouragement so you grab the guys wrists, pull him up to his feet, and dexterously slip around behind him. You give the jock a tight, sensual hug from behind, running your hands over his strong chest so Caterpillar can see.

The young man doesn't have it in him to really resist you anymore so he doesn't try to struggle free, just stands there unwillingly presenting his erect shaft to her. With the young woman's hips positioned at the edge of the table all he had to do was stand and deliver, with a little encouragement from you.

You slowly push him forward, and Jokester uses his considerable strength to maneuver her wriggling hips so that Griff's thick sausage successfully returns to the tight pink lips it was aching for. A tightening and the guys waist and another soft squeal from Caterpillar told you that you were right on target. Since he was too tall for you to look over, you bet your head down and squeezed your face under the college boys armpits so that you could get a good look and him penetrating her in this position.

The formerly unflappable young woman's face was positively burning up now, and she squeeze her eyes shut desperately when you looked at her. Without the fringe of her skirt getting in the way you and Griff could both see her butterfly butterfly-shaped landingstrip.

The tingling sensation between your thighs graduates to burning. Without even thinking about it you instinctively push your hips forward in response to the sight of his thick shaft and the last of his purple head disappearing past her folds. "Ffffuck" you breathe lustily. Although you had been appreciating the guy's fit physique and above average endowment for a while now, you were just now getting to really see how sexy this amateur supervillainous looked, especially while she was getting nailed.

The urge wells up inside you to jump forward and start grinding yourself up against her... And when your hips push against Griff's muscular ass, his cock slides so deep, so quickly that he gives a little cry of surprise.

Your eyes go wide with sheer fascination and the tingle of excitement spreads throughout your entire body. You would never have even thought of this... In this position, he can't help but move with you, so it is if you are getting to fuck Caterpillar's statuesque body yourself. You buck forward again, and this time you make Griff go into her so deep that you can't see even a hint of the base of his shaft. And instead of backing out, you **** the guy to grind up and down against her crotch.

"Caaaathy, awwww fuck, aww damn!" the thick-necked fellow you're using like a toy gasps raggedly in alarm. "She's... she's making me go so deep, I can't stop it. It's too tight! I can't hold on for very much longer! It's... going to..."

His words get you really thinking... it's totally different from you've experienced before. You had never really gotten to be in control, or see any vulnerability in the one you were screwing. Oh, you'd tried half-heartedly to take a sort of dominant posture in your relationships, but with the partners you'd had before, if you started getting a little rough or aggressive, they just took that as an invitation to pin you down more firmly. But now, each motion of your body made not one but two other people gasp with sudden, uncontrolled sensation...

Slap, slap, slap - You were grinding your body so hard against his back that he couldn't help but begin really hammering in and out of Caterpillar's cunt faster than ever. You can see a little dribble of her juice (or is it pre-cum?) running down from the side. In response to Griff's latest warning she started genuinely struggling to get out of Jokester's brutal grip but that just made the big cock swirl around inside her and saw back and forth, overwhelming her even further.

"Stop, stop stop stop! Griff, please, please don't... not inside of me! Bunny-girl, hurry and get out of the way! It'll be really bad..."

"I'm right here, Cutie. Let's have some give and take here. GIVE me the location of this CIA agent, or you can TAKE a few million sperm and play chlamydia roulette ." The vigilante (it didn't feel right to call him a hero) growled to her. She put her cuffed hands over her face and a lengthy squeal of anguish.

"Oh nooooooo... she said she would have me thrown in a secret prison forever... Okay, the agent has a cover identity in the Leauge! That's where I met her, but she wasn't wearing any costume at the time so I don't know who she was, or even if she is playing a hero or an... Uhnnn! Griff, please hold - ! ... or an administrator!"

Despite his skin turning blotchy red and purple Jokester looks very satisfied and pleased with himself. He lets go of Caterpillar's thighs and her stockinged legs swing forward, coming to rest on Griff's chest. Unfortunately, that only heightens his sensation, letting him feel closer to her.

"Now, you sure that you don't have anything else to say, before I have Bunny step off?" Jokester asked.

Her voice displaying increasing urgency, Caterpillar bit her lip and nodded vehemently. "I'm sure, I'm sure, so please...!" Jokester nodded and gave a slow sigh, stroking his chin with one hand. "Aaaaalright... well, since you did give me something more... I supoooooose..."

As he's hemming and hawing like that you are taking advantage of this strangely exciting situation and put all your weight on Griff's back, squishing your breasts absolutely flat against him and making him lean forward and into his 'lover'. A high pitched yelp comes from his throat and you feel a shudder run through him, followed by a deep exhalation.

"... you can go ahead and let them go... hop off, Bunny." he says. Reluctantly, your crotch still burning, you leap away and brush your now-sweaty white hair out of your face.

Griff stumbles back awkwardly. "Cathy, um..." he says in a very small voice. Looking past him, you can see that his cock isn't quite as hard and erect as it was a minute ago. And looking over to Caterpillar's puffy pink slit, you notice a globule of thick, creamy white stuff bulging its way out from between the lips. "...huh?" the red-faced young woman looks up with a note of worry as she straightens her glasses.

"It was... too late." Griff self-consciously crossed his legs, trying and failing to hide his deflating cock. All Caterpillar said was "...Oh.", but she managed to pack a surprising amount of dire resignation and worry into that one short sound. You suddenly feel quite guilty. Does that reaction mean what you think it means? Damn it, you can't even think much about how guilty you should be feeling because you're still so damn horny...

Jokester plays the obnoxious 'horns' game show sound effect on his belt-mounted cassette once again and chuckles. "Well, looks like Bones is going to have to go even deeper in her mission. We better go give her the good news. Mission accomplished, Bunny. You go toss all those **** in the dumpster and pour the gas can in the back of our ride over it. I'm going to put Caterpillar here in a 'cocoon'," he pulls out several thick rolls of duct tape menacingly, "hanging upside down, so that she doesn't go anywhere until it's safe for us to let the cops to come pick her and her boy-toy up." Just as Caterpillar was spreading her legs at the edge of the table and resting a hand on her abdomen, squeezing and making a face, your merciless companion grabs her legs again, pulls them up above her with her ankles together, and starts wrapping them in the tape, ignoring her protests.

You no longer feel the urge to say anything against his actions and just give him a blushing smile and a sharp salute.