Mr. B had an idea.

Holding Bun-Bun to her chest, Kathy bit her lip nervously as Mr. B guided her down onto his cock. They both let out low groans when their hips met. With his eyes closed, he got his feet planted and took deep powerful breaths, like a sprinter would at the block, taking this time to let Kathy find the spot where she'd be most stable. She pat his stomach when she was ready, and what he saw when he opened his eyes, drove him into a frenzy.

Straddling his lap was a beautiful punk-haired young college prospect, looking at him with trust and resolve in her eyes, hugging her beloved stuffed rabbit in her arms, while her hot and wet pussy hugged his cock tightly. The only thing that could have made this better, aside from not wearing a condom, was if this was at his home, with his negligent wife in the other room attending to their son, completely oblivious to him having his way with his much more agreeable and receptive mistress.

Madness danced in his eyes. Grabbing onto her hips, he pumped his furiously, the loud smacking of flesh coming together mixing in with his great grunts of effort and desire. "Kathy... Kathy... You're so... damned... cute!!!" he snarled, using so much strength and power that his butt almost never touched the sheets.

Kathy hugged Bun-Bun even tighter as she endured the ferocious pounding she was receiving from below. "Bun, he's... so rough, so... he's fucking me so rough..." she hissed, digging her fingers into Bun-Bun's head, blocking it's eyes, as she felt Mr. B's cock jab itself all the way against the base of her skull. "Guh... that's so deep! Oh fuck, that's so hard!"

His crazed burst of energy lasted only a few thrusts more before he dropped with a thump. But he shot upwards and yanked her into him, crushing Bun-Bun between them. Between groping her ass, and kissing her wildly, he growled menacingly in her ear, "Amazing... that was amazing. You're so good to me, Kathy. I fucking love fucking you. You're so good I can barely stop myself from cumming."

Reeling, Kathy kissed him back and panted, "I can feel it... I can feel you throbbing so much inside me, Mr.B. Ooh, it feels so good... Oh, cum for me... cum for me right now..."

Tearing himself away from her lips, he rested his forehead against hers and crossed his legs under her. Setting her down on his lap without pulling out, he muttered desperately, "No. No not yet. It's my only condom. I don't know how long I have, but I'm going to spend every second I can inside you before I have to go."

A smile broke across her face, and her heart fluttered in her chest. She had never felt so wanted, so desired, before. Resting her arms on his shoulders, she put a very gentle peck on the tip of his nose. "That makes me very happy to hear you say that Mr. B.," she said softly.

They sat quietly like this for a few minutes, catching their breaths while enjoying how they made each other feel, before Mr. B slid his arms under her knees, and told her to hang on. She did so obediently, and very quickly had to try and remember the layout of her home as he carry-fucked her towards the kitchen, so that they could replace their lost fluids.

There was a dull thud of a stuffed bunny hitting the floor that went unheard.