Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

Hugh, who had seen and done far too many things in his lifetime, was shocked, not because his sister was indulging in a lesbian act because hell, he knew that Louise would not stop at mere incest. Nor was he surprised by Jennifer's participation. But he could not get over the fact that Jennifer, acting the perfect virgin in his bed, was a wild lesbian in his sister's room.

He had heard them moaning and groaning and gone to stand in the black hallway, ease the bedroom door slightly open and watch them grappling like wrestlers on the floor, eating each other out, taking all positions, measuring and squeezing asses and tits and licking and biting and blowing air into all the openings on a female's body.

Well, he was getting out. The trip he had considered to the Continent was to be a reality, beginning early in the morning. Now, while his sister and his fiancйe lesbianized themselves into exhaustion, he would pack. When they were sleeping he'd flee, leaving them to figure out why. As for their plans, they probably had a couple lined up.

Success only resulted in confusion, he realized. The fortune he had earned turned him into a playboy and non-thinker. Well, he would seek work again, backbreaking work, and pretend his bank accounts and stocks did not exist. Elsewhere, he would find himself and leave those two dykes to screw themselves ragged.

A few days later Hugh was aboard a ship that carried tourists up the coast of Denmark and then down around the edge of France into the warm waters of the Mediterranean. The passengers were a mixed lot and, while none were rich, some were well-off and others quite poor, having saved for this trip. Hugh traveled simply, with just one suitcase and enough money to last him one month. Before the money went he hoped to obtain some employment and see again what it was like to work hard.

In the bar he chose an empty stool and ordered a double scotch. When it was placed before him he cast a dirty look at the amber-colored liquid, wishing he could substitute a cocktail for it. Finally he shrugged and downed it, wincing as its rawness ripped his throat.

Outside, while walking along the deck, he experienced a vague sense of emptiness, thinking he should have lingered in the bar and struck up an acquaintance with one of the women.

The round of drinking and party-going had provided him with a label: playboy. Finding a woman here might bring on the same old problem he was now trying to avoid. But what the hell could he do?

As he entered the dimly lit passageway music blared out of the stateroom adjacent to his cabin. He stood listening for a moment to the high-pitched laughter and the clink of glasses. They were certainly having a ball in there. The Baidwins were a middle-aged couple, but they knew how to swing. They must have invited everyone to join in the fun.

Hugh entered his cabin, slipped out of his jacket and removed his necktie. Somewhat weary, he sat on the edge of the bunk and stared at the floor. The music reached him, making him feel all the more out and alone. Some sense of curiosity prompted him to wonder how the Baldwin's managed to squeeze so many guests into their stateroom.

His own cabin was no larger than a closet. It had two bunks, an enamel washbasin and a single hard-backed chair. His hastily packed suitcase leaned against the bulkhead. His loafers, a pair of socks and a dirty towel were scattered along the floor. I have become a slob, he said to himself.

The cabin suddenly seemed sticky and hot and his throat felt parched. He was all for returning to the bar. He rose and began to pace back and forth until he swayed against the upper bunk and had to rest his fevered brow on the cold metal.

The door was suddenly flung back and a man stood there. It was Baldwin, the host of the party next door, a man who sold used cars and had not taken a vacation in years.

"Hello there!"

Hugh nodded.

Baldwin threw a thumb in the direction of his stateroom. His hair was lank and plastered against his pasty-white forehead, his eyes glazed and his dinner jacket wrinkled.

"Don't you hear the brawl, man? We are raising pure hell in there. A super party! Why don't you join us?"

Hugh moved away from the man's outstretched hand. "No, I'm not dressed. But thanks all the same for the invitation."

"Ahh, crap! My daughter's asking for you. She wants to have at least one dance with you, man."

The image of Jane Baldwin dashed fleetingly across the screen of his mind and Hugh thought he would like to do more than dance with the girl whose innocent face was placed on top of a luscious body.

"Some other time."

"A couple of hot girls in there. A guy like you, single, still young and good-looking… ohh, man it would be a picnic."

"Well, give me a moment and perhaps later I'll look in."

Somehow he got the man out and closed the door. Young Jane was ripe for an affair, but even as ordinary lust would urge him toward her common sense warned Hugh to keep his distance. During the entire trip, whenever her parents turned their backs, she would brazenly display some part of her anatomy in an attempt at seduction.

Hugh stretched across his bunk and stared off into space. He remembered when he had first seen Jane on the boat, smiling, rosy-cheeked and alive, swinging her shapely bottom. The sight of her, youthful, energetic, made him all too aware of himself, made him regret all his lost years.

With a sigh he got up, undressed and donned the bottom of his pajamas. Then knuckles rapped on the door and Jane stepped into his cabin.

"Hello, Hugh!"

"Ah, now come on, little girl! I told your father no, so what in hell're you doing here?"

"If you can't dance with me in there, then you can dance with me here. The music's loud enough for us to hear."

He stared at the tall girl, almost as tall as he, whose beauty was flawless. The sight of her partly hidden breasts excited him, creating both temptation and shame. Rationally he told himself that she was not a shy girl eager to make friends, but a young strumpet whose tightly belted dress emphasized her blooming body.

"I have an idea of what you want, young lady, and it is no deal. I just left a load of trouble behind me and I'm not looking for more."

"You're dying to sleep with me, Hugh. I know it and you know it, but you're afraid. Of what? Making me pregnant? I take the pill!"

"You've said enough for the time being." Hugh's fingers curled around the door knob. "Take a walk."

"Wait!"

Surprised, he sought her eyes for an answer, but they were half-closed and the innocent face was now filled with depravity.

She kicked off the shoes that had created so much height and, bare-footed, whirled around as if on a turning pedestal, to show her voluptuous torso, so youthful and superbly proportioned.

"Look! Your parents…"

"See these!" Her fingers fumbled with the brassiere catch and the exuberant breasts burst free, melon – shaped and upright. Hugh's breathing was labored and his legs shook.

The girl was a vivacious creature, her expression now not lewd but beatific, her body alluring. And those breasts, high-set, closely spaced; their aureoles and ripe tips were a shade of pink.

"You…" Hugh licked his dry lips and swallowed. "You've got me going, but… I've never handled a virgin before."

A provocative smile played on her lips. "Who says I am a virgin?"

She grasped his arms and pulled him flush against the hot mass of her bared breasts and belly. The first kiss was strong, her swiftly moving tongue wiping all resistance from his soul.

When they broke free he buried his face in the wealth of her long, russet hair, filling his nostrils with the clean and intoxicating scent.

"We'll have to be quick. I don't want your father bursting in upon us."