Chapter 9

Bunny had been sitting outside the room for half an hour, her mind in complete turmoil. Her man, as she now thought of Jack, was in that room, having sex with at least one, and possibly two teenaged girls. That made her belly tight, and she felt jittery all over. She was quite aware that what she was feeling was jealousy. Other emotions conflicted with that, however.

Bunny had never had a single thought about the sexuality of another woman. When she saw Ronnie’s mouth lovingly suck on Jack’s penis, however, she had felt amazed at how erotic that looked. The initial burst of emotion when she saw that was what caused her to leave. Since then she had been thinking about that, and what else might be going on in that room. One of the things she kept thinking about was the unbridled joy with which Ronnie had entered into what would usually be considered a completely bizarre relationship. It wasn’t just that Ronnie was obviously attracted to Jack. Bunny could understand that perfectly. It was that Ronnie was completely comfortable with another girl being involved ... so comfortable, in fact, that she was willing to teach that girl what she knew about sex!

Sound penetrated the door across the hall from where Bunny sat. It was Susan’s voice, and, quite clearly, Bunny heard: “Oh Fuck ... Oh yes! ... Oh fuck yes!”

Bunny looked up and down the hall frantically, and then relaxed when she saw no one else was around who could have overheard that obviously sexual cry of ecstasy. She jumped to her feet automatically, and winced as her sore tendons complained. She checked the hall again, to make sure no one would be coming along when she opened the door to tell them to keep it down. Trying to look casual, she crossed the hall, swiped her key card, and watched the light on the door handle turn from red to green.

She pushed the door open just in time to hear Ronnie say: “You just remember, Mr. Kelly, the next load is for me.” The first thing she saw, was Jack, levering himself up off of Susan’s naked body, his knees spread, his buttocks moving toward her, with Ronnie’s hand just coming out from between his thighs. She peered into the semi-darkness between them, which magically brightened as Jack’s body came up off the girl. That let her see his semi-soft penis slip out of Susan’s pussy, dragging with it a long rope of something thick, and white.

Bunny stood, eyes wide, frozen as Jack rolled to his back, and Ronnie’s mouth swooped toward his messy, spermy cock, slurping in the soft organ with a drawn out “Mmmmmmmm”. Bunny could see her cheeks go concave as she sucked and pulled her mouth off of his prick. She smacked her lips, and swallowed audibly, and then looked up at Jack’s face.

“I hope that doesn’t get caught in my braces,” she said. Bunny could almost hear the grin on the girl’s face. “You shouldn’t have spunked her like that Mr. Kelly,” the girl went on, almost casually. “I don’t think Susan is on the pill or anything.”

“You came in her?!” gasped Bunny.

Ronnie’s head jerked around and her body tensed, but then she relaxed as she saw it was Bunny.

“You might think about closing the door,” said the naked girl.

Bunny jerked and moved so she could slam the door shut. She jumped at the sound.

“You came in her?!” gasped Bunny again.

Jack raised his head wearily. “I couldn’t help it. She felt so tight and hot and...”

“You idiot!” hissed Bunny, suddenly angry beyond anything she could control. “You were supposed to pop her cherry! Not ... not ... not ... that’s supposed to be for me!” she ended up wailing.

“But you’re not on the pill either!” whined Jack.

“I don’t mind having your baby, you idiot!” she snapped. “I’m going to marry you and have four or five of your babies!”

“You are?” He sounded confused. He was pretty sure he hadn’t asked her to marry him on this trip. Not that he found the idea abhorrent or anything. Quite the opposite. Being able to come home to Bunny every day, and spunk her pussy every night sounded like a really good idea, now that he thought about it.

“Well, I am as soon as you wake up and ask me,” she said, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

“Will you marry me?” he said, his voice in a whine.

“Don’t ask me while you’re with two naked girls, one of whom you probably just knocked up!” she squealed. “Have a little romance, Jack!”

“I don’t feel good,” said Jack sadly.

“I feel wonderful, Mr. Kelly,” sighed Susan. “I want to do that again!” Then she looked confused, and her eyes went to Bunny’s. “Except that I won’t let you any more, because you’re going to marry Miss Johnson ... right?”

“I don’t know!” moaned Jack. He wished he could just crawl under the covers and not come out until it was time to go back home.

Susan was still looking at Bunny, who scowled angrily.

“Can he do it to me just one more time before you marry him?” she asked.

“You girls have had enough of him for one day!” snapped Bunny. “Now, get dressed and get out of here. Go ski, for pity’s sake. I thought that was what we all came here to do!”

“You don’t have to have a cow!” said Susan, her eyes getting teary. “I just wanted to have some fun, and now you’re ruining it!”

Ronnie had stood, watching the whole thing, and was trying not to laugh. She went to Bunny, and took her hand.

“It’s OK, Miss Johnson. We understand. We’ll share him with you.” She smiled brightly. “Especially after you marry him.”

She laughed out loud and darted away from Bunny, who scowled at her and took a step toward her.

“Just kidding,” said Ronnie, snatching up her clothing. “Honest.”

Bunny stood there fuming as the two girls hastily dressed. Susan kept shooting looks at Jack, who was still lying there helpless and naked, one arm over his eyes.

Ronnie stopped on the way out.

“Um ... you really should go down to the motor home and yell at them ... at least a little,” she said. “I mean they’re expecting it.”

Bunny felt helpless, but realized that, as much trouble as this girl apparently liked to cause, at least she thought with a clear head sometimes.

“OK,” said Bunny. “Thank you.”

“And Miss Johnson?” Ronnie went on. “He cums a lot. If you weren’t serious about having his baby, you should do something. He could knock up four or five girls as much as he cums.” She ducked out of the door and closed it before Bunny could reply.

Jack lifted his arm. “Are they gone?”

“Yes.” Bunny felt suddenly weak. Everything had gotten so mixed up. “Get up and get dressed. We have to go yell at some kids.”

“OK,” he said meekly.

She waited, watching him move as he got dressed. He was graceful, even in his obvious embarrassment. Neither of them said anything until they were outside.

“Did you really mean that?” he asked. “About marrying me?”

“I’m having second thoughts about it now,” she said, darkly.

He stopped and took her arm.

“Please don’t.” She looked to find him with an earnest look on his face. “I mean ... I know I’ve really fucked up on this trip, but that’s not really me. I haven’t even had sex for the last three years! And I certainly don’t go around deflowering students all the time. This seems like a dream somehow.”

“You could have fooled me,” she said. Her words sounded more harsh than her tone of voice. He was such a cutie when he begged like this. And she knew he was right. This had not been an average situation.

“I never thought about marrying you,” he said. She looked at him sharply and he gripped her arms. “I didn’t mean it that way. What I meant was that it never occurred to me that you would ever even think about marrying me.”

“I do not hop in bed with every Tom, Dick or Harry who comes along, Jack,” she said heavily.

“Yes, I know that,” he assured her. “But I sort of ... took advantage of you ... you know, that first time.”

“Jack,” she sighed. “I’ve wanted to do that with you for months.”

“You have?” He looked stunned.

“Yes, but I was too shy to do anything about it.”

“But ... that means,” he said softly, “that you really are interested in me!”

“Men can be so dense sometimes,” she sighed again.

“I’ve wanted to be with you for ... ever since the first time I saw you!” he said.

“You’ve pined over me for years?” Bunny felt her insides melting.

“Yes!” he said excitedly. “I just thought you didn’t know I existed.”

“Well, that’s changed,” she said wryly.

“Would you really have my baby?” he asked softly.

“Not if you keep dumping all that sperm in all those girls,” she said just as softly. “There won’t be enough left to get me pregnant.”

He dropped to one knee in the snow.

“Bunny Johnson, I love you. I can never be happy without you. Will you marry me?”

There was clapping, and they turned to see an older man and woman treading carefully over the icy parking lot. The woman was beaming at them.

“Say yes, honey,” said the woman. “You’ve found one that knows the proper way to ask.” She grinned as her husband pulled on her, embarrassed by her speaking to strangers like that.

She looked down at him. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“Even though I did all that other stuff?” He sounded like he couldn’t believe it.

“I volunteered you for part of that, myself, as I recall.” She smiled at him. “The question isn’t whether I’ll marry you,” she said. “The question is whether we can salvage our careers after this ski trip.”

“All the girls seem to be pretty happy,” he said. “And I don’t think any of the boys will complain.”

“But will the girls stay happy?” she asked. “We’re about to go yell at three of them, and the other two are probably trying to figure out how to get into your pants again before we leave.”

“We’ve only got three days left,” said Jack. “Surely we can come up with some way to keep them happy for three more days.”

Bunny looked at him. It was obvious he was talking about doing that without fucking the socks off of Ronnie and Susan, but she knew better than that. She’d tasted his prick, in more ways than one, and she knew how good he was with it, even if he couldn’t control where it spurted. Both of those girls had left the room wanting more, and they weren’t likely to give up on that notion, especially if they weren’t convinced that the other girls had been cut off too.

“I’ve got an idea,” she said. “It’s a crazy idea, but it might work.”

“What is it?” he asked. “Your other crazy ideas have kind of worked out OK.”

Bunny looked to see if he was being sarcastic, but decided he wasn’t.

“If, during the next three days, you had to bed Ronnie and Susan again, could you keep from cumming in them?”

“No,” he said truthfully. “Not in you either. It feels too good.”

“Would you wear a rubber?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said immediately. “I have six.” He was trying to be helpful.

“Let’s go yell at some kids. Follow my lead,” she said.