Shy Bunny Bella

Shy Bunny Bella - Pt. 03 - Bold Bunny Awakens

Curiosity turns to courage as the bunny takes her first steps into pleasure.

Author's Note:

All characters are over 18, and every encounter is fully consensual. I truly appreciate thoughtful feedback, votes, and comments -- they help shape future chapters and keep the story growing.

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The next morning, Bruce went down to the gym, his daily habit, to find Bella already there doing incline presses. Again, she was dressed in pink workout clothes which accentuated her shapely figure. In the middle of a workout, her nipples stood out under her bra and her shorts crept up her folds showing off the shape of her pussy.

He stopped at the door and gasped at the gorgeous sight, his pulse quickening and breath catching.

Bella flushed when she saw him, finished her rep, but did not sit up. "I'm sorry," she whispered, looking at his chest and torso and not his face. She made no move to hide her protruding nipples or her camel toe but continued her apology. His cock lurched at the sight. "I tried to get up early to be here before you. I didn't want to... interrupt you... like I did yesterday."

"It's okay, Bunny," he replied softly.

Bella giggled and she dropped her eyes demurely.

"Is it okay if I call you Bunny?"

Bella smiled and nodded. "I like it."

"Do you own anything that isn't pink?" he kidded indicating her outfit.

Without a pause, Bella muttered, "Everything I have is pink," and her eyes flashed with meaning.

"Very bold, Bunny," he said as walked over to take the weights from her, and she just grinned up at him from the bench, her face lined up almost perfectly with his waist. He made no move away from him but continued to gaze up at him expectantly. He set the dumbbells in the rack behind him and leaned against it, facing her, taking in her reclining form, her round nipples tight from her arousal, and her tiny slit. More blood rushed to his groin, and he could feel himself beginning to tent his workout shorts.

"Can I ask you a question?" he said, disregarding his swelling erection.

Bella nodded, her eyes burning with desire.

"Why didn't... you join us last night? Or at least come closer?"

Bella's face went as pink as her sports bra and she finally glanced away, obviously embarrassed.

The four of them had played the previous evening, and Bella, having heard them, sat on the stairs in the dark and watched. They knew she was there, and it was obvious that she knew they knew she was there, but she made no move further into the living room where each of the women rode their men reverse cowgirl as they sat on the couch.

From Bella's vantage point, Bruce knew she could see everything. Both pussies stretched by their husbands' cocks, their tits bouncing as they rode, and the various fluids as each member achieved their orgasm. The show concluded, Bella quietly returned to her room upstairs.

"I'm just curious," Bruce continued. "Tyler told us even before last night that you... like to watchthemsometimes?" Bella got even redder. "And even... participate?"

She peered up at him, the fire in her eyes blazing with the conflicting emotions of discomfiture and desire, but she simply nodded.

"So, I was just wondering... why you didn't."

Bella didn't answer with words but simply shrugged.

"Do I... make you uncomfortable?"

Quickly she shook her head.

"Does Tara?"

Again, her eyes flashed with desire as she shook her head, but then turned away, masking her expression.

Bruce observed her for a moment, noticed how her nipples stayed aroused as well as a dark patch of moisture forming around her pussy lips in her shorts. The idea excited her, and he nodded. "Does having your parents there make you nervous?"

Bella's wide eyes flashed her reply. Hehadnailed it.

"Okay... I get it," he replied nodding his understanding. "You don't want to do anything... in front of them."

Bella slowly shook her head. The conversation was tough for her, Bruce could see her unease, but she seemed willing to continue... wanted to continue.

"I can understand that," Bruce said. "I guess I should also explain that your mom and Tyler told us it would be okay with them... if you wanted to... join Tara and I."

Bella beamed and dropped her gaze again.

"I guess they told you all that, too, huh?"

Bella nodded but did not look up.

"Would you maybe like to... eventually?"

"Yes," Bella uttered, finally giving voice to her feelings. The dark patch on her shorts grew darker slightly.

"I can see you do." He leered and gestured to her body.

Bella checked herself out, saw her erect nipples and damp crotch, then pointed to Bruce's bulge, a teasing look in her eye. "You would too."

"You've watched me with your mom. I think we're past being embarrassed by our desires. So, yes, Bella. We would like that very much. Both of us."

Bella's breath quickened and her craving carved deeper into her face.

"But you know that, already... don't you? After yesterday. MeandTara."

A slight nod.

"Then I'm just going to say this... blunt. We are in no rush. You choosing to be with us is up to you and you alone. We don't expect you to just jump into our bed anytime soon."

Bella appeared confused at this turn in the conversation.

He knelt down in front of her and gently placed his hand on her knee. She inhaled sharply at his touch, but he continued in a gentle voice. "It's hard for you... with them leaving. I know that. So please... don't feel obligated to do anything you are not ready to do. Take the time you need to... be sad. Tara and I will be there for you in any way you need us. If you need us to leave you alone in your room, we can do that. If you need us to hold you while you cry, we can do that too. If you need us to feed you chicken nuggets and fries for a solid week, we will do that, too."

Bella chuckled at this, but her face showed the fear and sadness of the next phase of her life.

"I'm sorry for killing the moment, but I wanted to get that out in the open... for all of us." He stood up and stepped away from her, giving her some space.

"Uncle Bruce?" she said softly.

"Yes, Bunny?"

"Can I... hug you?"

Bruce's heart clenched in anticipation of holding this beautiful young woman. "Of course you can," he replied and he opened his arms, a bit surprised she would ask for a hug from him this soon.

Bella almost jumped from the bench and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. He placed his own hands around her shoulders and held her just as tight, feeling her breasts pressed into his chest, and her pelvis pressing against his hard cock. It jumped at the sensation, and Bella held him tighter, sighing in pleasure.

"Thank you," Bella said, and Bruce could hear the tears on the edge of her voice.

"You're welcome, Bunny."

After a minute, Bella released him from her grasp and glanced down at his tented shorts. She laughed and gazed up at him. "You have a nice... cock, Uncle Bruce."

"Hmmmm... that's bold, Bunny."

Bella snickered, stood up on her toes, and kissed his cheek. She reached up and gave the head of his dick a small squeeze, then walked out of the room.

"Verybold, Bunny," Bruce called after her, and he heard her laughter echoing down the hallway.

Bruce breathed for a moment or two, then went upstairs to his bedroom, forgoing his morning workout. Instead, he took out his frustration on his wife's mouth and pussy, not caring if... nowantingBella to hear them. He wanted her to know what she did to him.

He pounded Tara into the mattress as she moaned and wailed in orgasmic ecstasy. He gave one final, powerful thrust and emptied his balls deep into his wife.

She laughed as the semen coated her insides, then pulled her husband in for a passionate kiss. "Were you thinking about pink hair while you were fucking me?" she asked teasingly with a wry and knowing grin.

"Wereyou?" Bruce retorted and kissed his wife again.

"Hurry up, you two!" Rene called as she pounded on the door. "I'm hungry!"

"You can come eat this!" Tara declared.

"Already had my morning protein," Rene said, scratching at the door, teasing them.

"Hell yeah, she did!" Tyler called from their room.

Bruce and Tara laughed. All three of their rooms were on the top floor, so there was no doubt Bella heard this conversation as well. Neither woman made any attempt to be quiet, and Bella's muffled giggles could be heard down the hall.

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Sunday was a repeat of Saturday: pool day. As Tyler explained it, they would be missing the sun and warmth soon enough once they reach Budapest, so they might as well enjoy it while they could.

Tara and Bruce complied with more sunscreen, more sandwiches, and more margaritas.

Tara and Rene sat at a small table near the pool playing gin as they stretched out to feel the sun on their naked bodies. Yes, they were naked again, not bothering to put on suits for show.

Tyler swam laps again while Bruce swept the patio. He preferred to keep busy while enjoying the sun, and not just "lay out."

Bella emerged from the house dressed in a white, bandeau bikini and a pair of white bunny ears. She sauntered over to where Bruce was sweeping by the shed and stopped in front of him to perform a turn in front of him, showing him that she indeed owned something in a color other than pink.

"That answers that question," Bruce said. "Bride of Frankenstein at the Beach?"

Bella just smirked and replied, "Padme."

"I should have known," he said as he resumed sweeping.

She walked past him to the shed to retrieve a towel, lotion, and water bottle. "Twelve!" she declared smirking, holding up the water as if it were one of the beers.

"Twenty is the count now. I refilled it."

Bella turned and sneered at him over the top of her glasses as she sidled away, giving him a glorious view of her ass. Instead of heading to a lounger, she walked over to the two nude ladies playing cards. "Aunt Tara?" she asked holding out the bottle. "Will you..."

She didn't finish, but Tara took the bottle and followed the younger woman to a lounger. Bella lay down on her back, and Tara began rubbing in the oil on Bella's legs and feet, giving her a full massage with her talented fingers while she made her way up her legs.

Rene came over to join them and lay back in a lounger next to her daughter. She held out her hand, and Bella took it, and the two of them connected while Tara massaged her friend's daughter.

Tara worked her way up each of Bella's legs, massaged oil into her abdomen, then knelt at her head to massage the girl's shoulders and arms. She leaned over Bella, giving Bella a close-up view of her tits, but if Bella opened her eyes behind her sunglasses, she gave no indication.

With lotion covering every part of Bella's exposed skin, Tara pulled, but Bella caught her wrist with her free hand and squeezed her mother's hand tighter, needing the contact for what came next. "Would you..." Bella whispered as she guided Tara's hands to her bikini top.

Tara glanced questioningly over at Rene then back to Bella. "If that's what you want, Bella." Tara's desire was evident in her eyes, but her look to her friend showed her sensitivity to both mother and daughter.

Rene gave a small nod, returned Bella's squeeze and watched as her friend slowly removed her daughter's suit top, letting go of her hand long enough to get it over her shoulders and off, displaying her breasts to Bruce and Tara for the first time.

Tara sighed a hushed, "Ooooh," as she applied lotion to Bella's beautiful orbs. They were as big as Rene's, but firm with youth. Her pink nipples--yes, they were pink, too--hardened with her arousal as Tara slowly massaged her breasts, circling each nipple with the smooth lotion.

Bella sighed and moaned as Tara teased each breast. Tara leaned over and tenderly kissed Bella on the forehead. "Would you like me to keep going?" Tara breathed looking again at Rene for permission.

Nervously and swallowing hard, Bella nodded ever so slightly, and Tara circled around to remove the girl's bikini bottoms. Bella raised her butt so Tara could slide them off easier, then slowly pulled them down over her legs, exposing her pubic mound, shaved smooth with a narrow pink slit glistening with wet, and a tiny pink bud protruding from within the folds. Bella was definitely aroused.

So was Bruce. He stopped sweeping to watch this unfold, his tent growing as his dick became more rigid.

Tara rubbed lotion into Bella's hips where the suit covered before massaging the spot above her folds, making her way between her thighs, and gently caressing her moist lips. Bella gasped when Tara's fingers brushed her pussy for the first time and held her breath as Tara's skilled fingers began stroking the slit, working their way into the wet folds beneath.

Bella let out her breath in a soft moan as Tara's fingers circled and stroked her clit. The moans grew louder as Bella squeezed her mother's hand tighter, ground her hips into Tara's fingers, and she pinched her own hardened nipple.

Her orgasm overtook her, and she screamed. "Ooooh... oh god... fuck... oh fuck... so good... fuck... GOD!" Her hips bucked and spasmed and she collapsed onto the lounger.

Tara lay down next to Bella and kissed her gently on the lips. "How was that, Bunny?"

Still breathless, all Bella could do was gape at Tara and nod her head.

Tara tenderly kissed Bella again.

Tyler had stopped swimming laps and stood in the shallow end, his hand stroking his dick inside his suit.

Bruce, too, sported hardwood inside his own shorts as he clutched the broom, his throat dry and eyes wide.

Even Rene had been gently stroking her own pussy and licked her fluids off her fingers as this spectacle concluded. She continued to hold Bella's hand, maintaining the support and connection between mother and daughter.

Tara ran her fingers through Bella's long pink hair. "You can touch me, if you want, Bunny."

Bella seemed to shake with anticipation at the idea, but instead she replied, "Maybe... later? Is that okay?"

"Of course, Bunny," Tara replied still stroking Bella's hair. "Whatever you want."

"T-too much," Bella stammered, not taking her eyes from Tara.

"I know, sweetie. Whatever you need."

Bella smiled shyly, then slowly and tentatively leaned in to kiss Tara on the lips. She was still coming down from her orgasm when Tara kissed her before, but now, Bella could pour more of her desire and passion into it. The two of them explored each other's mouth, slowly and lovingly, not in any hurry, but just letting Bella set the pace. She let go of her mother's hand so she could hesitantly caress Tara's arm. Gradually, she ran her fingers up to Tara's shoulder, traced the line of her collarbone to her neck, then placed her palm on her chest, right above Tara's breast.

Tara placed her own hand on Bella's hip and gently pulled her closer, letting their naked bodies press together. There was still no heated rush in their kiss, just a smoldering desire fueling the need for each other.

After a moment, Bella broke their kiss and stared into Tara's eyes, seeing the heat, desire, lust... and patience burning in them. She chuckled softly and whispered, "Thank you, Aunt Tara. You... are my first."

Tara nodded. "I know, Bunny. Thank you for letting me be your first." They kissed one more time, sealing their connection, but placing a finality on this encounter for now.

Rene reached and placed a comforting hand on Bella's shoulder as she lay in Tara's arms. "Are you okay, Bella?"

Without opening her eyes, Bella nodded, a look of pure contented comfort on her face.

Rene turned away smiling but wiped a tear from her cheek. "See, baby? You're gonna be fine." She peered over at Bruce who was still standing a few yards away at the shed, and Bruce could see her anguish, the tears visible and flowing freely but soundlessly as Rene fought her guilt... and lost. Rene wasn't crying because her bi-sexual friend gave her daughter her first orgasm at the hand of another woman, but because the act was performed with such love, care, patience, and acceptance that all mothers want their children to find... and that she would not be here to provide.

So... she cried a bit, though she really tried not to.

Seeing his wife holding back like this, Tyler got out of the pool, and knelt in front of Rene, taking her into his arms, rocking her, and stroking her back.

Bruce gave them as much privacy as he could by returning the broom to the shed, and heading inside for a bit, but not before stopping to give his wife a soft kiss on the cheek and then... on impulse, a matching kiss for Bella, who mewed and cuddled closer into Tara.

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The couples played again that night, and again Bella sat on the stairs and watched as Bruce and Tyler took turns drilling each of their wives' asses until Bruce released deep inside Rene, and Tyler spewed into Tara's bowels. It probably wasn't much of a show for Bella, but it was a hell of a lot of fun for the four of them.

To clean up, each woman took the man who's jizz was inside them to their own shower, Tara in their en suite bathroom, and Rene in the bathroom at the end of the hall, the one shared with Bella.

As they passed her room, Rene and Bruce saw Bella sitting on her bed, clad only in a pair of black lace panties. She had obviously been jilling herself since Bruce noticed the fabric pulled to one side exposing her pink and glistening pussy. It was only a glimpse as Rene led Bruce by the cock into the bathroom.

Bruce closed the door behind him, but Rene reached back and opened it, so it was slightly ajar, fixing Bruce with a pointed look. Bruce took the hint and climbed into the shower with Rene, and the two of them began making out furiously under the hot stream.

They soaped and scrubbed each other, Rene paying extra attention to Bruce's dick to get it clean as well as hard, which she was able to do easily. She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, sucking and bobbing with wild abandon.

Through the clear glass shower walls, Bruce could see Bella slip inside. Her black panties were gone, but she covered herself with one hand. Then Bruce realized she wasn't covering herself... she was stroking herself as she stepped inside the bathroom and knelt on the bathmat on the other side of the glass from her mother. She gazed into Bruce's face as she plunged her own fingers into her fingers and started moaning in pleasure.

Rene heard this, turned and saw her daughter keeling on the mat. "Did you want to come in, Bunny?"

Bella shook her head but kept stroking her pussy.

Rene returned to the task at hand, deep throating Bruce in front of her daughter and playing with his balls to drive him to orgasm.

"Fuck... getting close, Rene... so fucking good..."

Bella watched as her mother doubled her efforts to get Bruce off. Bruce grunted another warning, and she pulled off, aiming his cock behind her, directly at Bella.

Bruce shot his load on the glass wall of the shower. If the partition hadn't of been there, he would have showered Bella's face with his cum.

Bella climaxed herself as soon as the semen struck the glass. She wailed her pleasure, leaned forward and placed a hand on Bruce's dripping cum, as if wanting to touch it. She rode out her orgasm and collapsed against the glass, giving Bruce a perfect image of his cum dripping off of Bella.

Needless to say, his cock did not go down.

"Doesn't Bruce have a beautiful cock, Bunny?" Rene said as she slowly stroked it.

Bella nodded, her lustful eyes gazing up at Bruce.

"Would you like to touch it, baby?" Rene asked.

Bella stood, desire raging in her eyes. "Yes, mama." She grabbed the door handle and was about to open it, when she stopped, the indecision evident on her face. Instead of opening the shower door so Bruce could finally feel her touching him skin to skin... she stepped back and left the bathroom, muttering, "Maybe later."