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Bunny and the Slopes: Part 4

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and the Slopes: Part 4.
Ronda's Revenge.

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Chapter Seven.

Inside the motor home, in the middle of the motor home, both Jerry

and Doug were fired up at the thought that they had spurted in naked
pussies. The girls weren't impressed, but both boys pressed their
advantage, saying that, since there had been an 'accident', it
wouldn't matter any more. Both boys had displayed still hard cocks to
their mates, and had more or less wrestled the girls into submission.
That's what Susan saw happening as she peeked through the blinds.

What she Didn't see happening, was what was going on in the back

of the big coach. Randy, once he got his hands on Melody's big
melons, overcame the remaining vestiges of her resistance as he
worked her shirt open and his mouth attacked her spiked nipples. As,
for only the second time in her life, Melody felt a male sucking at
her stiff nips, she melted.

From that point on, she helped, rather than hindered, as, piece by

piece, their clothing seemed to drift off their bodies, until they
were just as naked as the other two couples in front.

Melody had a glimmer of rational thought as Randy climbed on top

of her.

"I've only done this once," she whispered.

Randy grinned.

"And Not with Lonny Tucker!" she whispered harshly.

He leaned down to suckle at a nipple again.

"I don't care who you did it with," he whispered back.

"Go slow; Okay?" she pleaded.

To his credit, Randy Did take it easy on her. He had only had sex

once before himself, a hurried affair with a cheerleader in the back
seat of his father's car. Neither of them was much impressed with how
that went. He did a lot of thinking about that event afterwards, and
decided that slow and measured would probably be a lot better than
jack-rabbit-jerk, which is what he had done with the cheerleader.

He realized how correct his assumption was as he eased into

Melody's honey pot. As her pussy slowly accepted his rod, it felt
fabulous, and the urge to slam forward was easily fought off.

"Um that's nice," moaned Melody in his ear.

That made him feel even better.

"You feel good," he whispered back.

About then, the shrieks of the two violated girls further up

reached them, as both girls complained mightily at being fertilized.

"You shouldn't cum in me either," moaned Melody.

"I'll try not to," he groaned back, his balls already

tight. Slow and measured sure felt good, but it didn't seem to stave
off popping a nut.

"I'm serious," she moaned. "You could get me

really, really pregnant right now."

"Oh Mel," he groaned, feeling his cock leak. "I'd

better take it out now, then."

"Already?" her voice rose an octave. "We just

started Randy," she complained.

"I'm about to cum," he pleaded.

"Well don't!" she said sensibly. "I want more

first. I'll suck it if you wait."

She thought that would help. Really she did. All boys loved to

have their cocks sucked; right? And the truth of it was that, that
was basically true. Randy would love to have his cock sucked. Nobody
had ever done that for him before, and he'd had lots of fantasies
about that too. The only problem was that her promise made him so
excited that he lost it right then and there.

He tried. He jerked it out of her. And, in fact, a long stripe of

cum rocketed out and laid a line from her fuzzy mound, to right
between her naked, heaving tits. The only problem was; it was the
third shot his cock had spurted. The first two were snug as a bug in
a rug; inside Melody's suddenly vacated cunt.

"No" she complained, reaching for his cock. It had felt

too good, and she really wasn't done yet. "Put it back in me,"
she whined.

Randy had beaten off hundreds of times. And, truth be told, all he

usually had in him was three strong spurts. His brain had registered
all three spurts he had already given, so it seemed perfectly fine to
do exactly as she wanted. He leaned forward, and, as his cock
produced a Fourth spurt, let her guide him back into the furnace that
was her fertile womb. He had just hit rock bottom, and her naked legs
had just wrapped themselves around his ass, when an unbelievable
Fifth spurt followed the other four, down the cave of life. That one
got delivered right in the mouth of her gaping cervix.

"Oh Mel, that feels so good," he groaned, beginning to

slide in and out of her suddenly sloppy pussy.

"Oh, Randy," moaned Melody. "Will you be my

boyfriend?"

His frenzied kiss, and frantic rutting against her abused clit,

was his eager response.

Susan's shock at actually seeing what her mind had fantasized,

caused her legs to jerk, and the oil barrel tipped, causing her to
flail her arms in an attempt to stabilize things. That didn't work,
though, and, at the last second, she tried to jump backwards to the
ground. Her feet slipped on the ice and she landed hard on her ass.

"Ow," she cried softly, trying not to be overheard

inside the vehicle.

"I guess you were right," commented Ronda dryly.

Susan rolled over and got to her hands and knees, feeling the ice

bite into her bare palms.

"Help me up," she complained.

Ronda took her elbow and helped her to her feet. Susan immediately

started back towards the lodge.

"Come on!" she said in a loud, angry whisper. "Those

guys are in so much trouble!"

Ronda didn't actually want to go tattle on the other kids, but she

found herself walking along beside Susan, anyway. She tried to calm
the girl down without success. Susan led her to the door of the
girls' suite, complaining all the way.

Latex-Laxed and Invaded Upon.

The "Do Not Disturb" sign was out, but she ignored it.

She had her card ready and swiped it in the slot beside the doorknob,
still whining about how unfair it was for the others to 'get away'
with what they were doing. The light on the door went green and Susan
pushed the lever down, barging straight in.

It was the noises that entered the two girls' conscious minds

first. What they had just seen in the motor home had been, more or
less, noiseless. They had both heard words spoken, but the rasping
breath of people in the act of making passionate sex, hadn't been
audible through the windows of the coach.

Not so in the room they walked into.

It sounded like the locker room of a track team after the hundred

yard dash. There were gasps and grunts and moans and groans, some in
a high, soprano register, and others deeper, sounding almost
animalistic, in baritone.

Then their eyes took in the beast that was making all those

noises. It was the two-backed beast, and it was thrashing in the
middle of the big bed in the room. Bunny's legs were waving in the
air, on either side of Jack's flexing ass cheeks, which were bouncing
up and down like one of those little rubber balls connected to a
paddle by a rubber string. He was pounding poor Bunny from this
direction, and then that direction, alternating between rabbit-quick
thrusts, and long bone-bruising strokes.

Their gasps weren't the only sounds in the room.

"Oh; Fuck Me, Jack!" cried Bunny. "Don't ever stop

fucking me, Jack!"

Jack's response was more broken by his need to drag in air to keep

his body going. Bunny had already had two orgasms, and her reaction
to them had been both violent and thankful. Now he was right on the
edge of an orgasm that already felt like it would squeeze his whole
ball sack out through his cock, leaving him an empty bag of skin.

"I; can't; fuck you; forever; baby" he gasped. "I'm;

about;. to cum; Now!"

"Miss Johnson!" screeched Susan.

"Oh Wow!" yelled Ronda.

Bunny, feeling Jack's first long spurt of warm semen in her pussy,

was right in the middle of a moan of happiness when the girls' voices
intruded on her ecstasy. She lifted her head, and looked around
Jack's arm, which was as rigid as the rest of him, as his cock
delivered the balm she craved so desperately. She saw the two girls,
eyes wide, and mouths open even wider and, rather than feeling shame,
she felt a burst of anger that her happiness was being destroyed.
These girls were supposed to be out having fun; not ruining hers!

"Shut The Fucking Door!" she howled at them, as Jack's

head began to turn to see who had come in. His mind couldn't help but
flash back to last night, when the other three girls had walked in on
him; doing basically the same thing he was doing right now. That led
almost instantaneously to remembering what he had then done with
those three girls. As his cock gave another mighty spurt, his eyes
fastened on Ronda, who, of all of them, was the only one to see the
true irony of the situation. Her look of amazement was in the process
of turning to a grin, and by the time she realized the teacher's eyes
were fastened on her, that grin blossomed into full glory.

While, to Ronda, her grin was one of amusement, based primarily on

the fact that Susan was going to have a cow any second, what Jack saw
was a smile of invitation.

He groaned as his cock gave its last convulsive lurch in Bunny's

pussy, delivering the last dregs of what his balls could churn up
into her welcoming receptacle. He had always thought Ronda was cute,
and the smile on her face hit him right in his nut sack.

"Miss Johnson," wailed Susan. Her plans of exacting

revenge on her fellow students suffered an almost instant crushing.
Her wail was one of disappointment; as if Bunny had personally let
her down.

Bunny heard that disappointment, but by now, her fairy tale

romance with Jack was taking on aspects of something written by the
Grimm brothers. Basically, it pissed her off.

Miss Johnson shoved Mr. Kelly roughly, and he rolled, flopping

onto his back. His cock pulled out of her with a slurping sigh, and a
string of his semen flipped up into the air and landed across the
front of his thighs.

Bunny bounded to her feet, wincing at the residual pain in her

strained muscles. She put her hands on her hips, having no concept of
how silly she looked, standing stark naked, a thunderous frown on her
face, and jizz running down her inner thighs. Then she snarled:

"We're consenting, fucking adults, and haven't you ever heard

of Knocking?"

"But; but it's our room!" whined Susan.

“It's a shared room!” Bunny screamed. “Signs are

posted for a reason. Get off your high horse and learn that you're
not exempt from having to show courtesy! Either that or go back to
kindergarten and learn the concept of consideration for others!”

It was about then that Bunny realized what she must look like in

front of the two students. Her anger disappeared as quickly as it had
flashed into existence, and she was suddenly horrified. She felt a
stream of Jack's cum sliding down one thigh and realized her hair
must look like she'd just seen a ghost.

"Oh, Damn," she moaned. "What have I done?"

She turned around and headed for the bathroom, mostly because it

was the only place she could go and close a door behind her to hide.

That left Jack, lying on his back, exhausted, his slimy todger

lying wetly on his abdomen. He drew in a breath and, raising his
head, said to the two girls: "Don't go anywhere. We need to
talk." Then he got up and went to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Come on, Bunny, there's nothing we can do about it now."

"I'm Naked!" came her cry from inside the bathroom.

"I'm naked too," he said through the door.

"Well Put Something On!" she screeched through the door.

He turned around to see Susan still standing, frozen, just inside

the door, which Ronda had thankfully closed, finally. Ronda herself
had moved to the bed, where she had sat down gingerly on the edge to
wait and see what would happen next.

"I'm sorry girls," he said automatically. "We

didn't think anyone would be coming back this early."

Susan's voice trembled as she spoke. "You were; you were; you

were Fucking her!"

Jack sighed. "Yes, I suppose I was." He looked around.

"Be right back," he said.

He went into the boys' suite and found a robe folded on a shelf in

the closet. He put it on and tied the belt before returning. Both
girls were right where he'd left them.

"Sit down, Susan," he said, for lack of anything else to

say.

She unfroze and scooted sideways to a chair at the writing desk

and edged into it, ramrod stiff. As if the act of moving unfroze her
brain as well, she remembered why she and Ronda had come to this room
in the first place.

"They're fucking in the motor home too!" she said, her

voice a little breathless.

"Great," said Jack without any conviction. He was quite

sure now that his career was over. This thing would blow wide open
now, and his activities with the girls would surely come out in the
process. He'd probably end up in jail as well as jobless.

"It is Not great!" said Susan heatedly. "Miss

Johnson said they promised not to; " Her voice trailed off as
she said the name of the naked woman hiding in the bathroom. Suddenly
she was bawling.

"Hey," said Jack, stepping toward her, unsure of what to

say or do. "Come on, Susan, nobody's going to hurt you."

Susan's emotions were complicated, and so muddled that she

couldn't decide what she felt. She was angry, and shocked, and
unhappy for a variety of reasons. At the same time, her mind
remembered seeing the stiff cocks of the boys and the looks of
ecstasy on the girls' faces while they did something that Susan had
fantasized about doing for years.

That she was, in her own opinion, too chicken to engage in such

activities, didn't help matters. She was convinced both that she
shouldn't do such things, and that she would love doing them if she
just had the courage.

Seeing the adults doing the same thing, just compounded her

anxiety. That Ronda had seen right through to her inner being, when
she had said Susan was jealous, just added heat to the boiling
emotions; and hormones; that raged inside of the girl.

Any counselor will tell you that we see most vividly in others,

the things we are most unhappy with about ourselves. For Susan, the
fact that everybody else seemed to be having just the kind of fun she
couldn't successfully figure out how to get involved in; well; it
just made her unhappy.

Ronda, for her part, was remembering what Mr. Kelly's todger had

looked like as it slithered out of Miss Johnson's pussy. Her cousin
was circumcised, and Jack's was the first one she'd ever seen that
still had the curious hood of skin covering over to the tip. She had
intuitively seen that, during sex, that hood of skin would move and
ball up inside a woman, and That just Had to feel great. Seeing the
kids having sex, had reminded her of just how much she had loved
having sex with her cousin, and seeing the adults having sex, had
stoked that fire.

Ronda, with a jerk, realized that she was horny, and that, if

given the opportunity, she would be sorely tempted to get herself
good and laid.

Of course the next thing she thought of was her self image. Her

shiny metal mouth, and the willowy thin appearance she was so unhappy
with, made her sure that getting laid in This setting would be
impossible. She didn't mind masturbating; she did it frequently; but
it was pretty hard to do that when you are surrounded by classmates.

Her eyes strayed to Mr. Kelly, standing there in his bathrobe. She

licked her lips unconsciously.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Bunny stuck her head out.

Then, dressed like Jack, she slowly eased her way into the room. It
was obvious she had been crying. Her eyes were still red and swollen.

No one said anything at first.

Surprisingly, it was Ronda who broke the silence.

"Well, this is kind of strange, huh?"

Jack, perhaps in an effort to get the attention off of him and

Bunny, said, "The girls tell me that the other kids are down in
the motor home; uh; apparently having sex."

Bunny covered her eyes with both hands and groaned.

"You said they weren't going to do that any more," said

Susan, pouting with her voice. Jack's attempt to change the subject
had actually worked. "It's not fair!" she added hotly.

"I know how you feel," said Bunny, uncovering her eyes.

She remembered their discussion clearly.

"How can you say that?" whined Susan. "You said you

didn't have a boyfriend. You said you didn't do this! You lied to
me!"

"I didn't lie to you," said Bunny, feeling like a liar.

"This just happened between Jack and me. I told you I was
waiting for the right man, and he is the right man."

"But you said They wouldn't do it any more," insisted

Susan.

In defensive mode, Bunny grasped for the part of their earlier

conversation that addressed Susan's main complaint. Her voice got a
little stronger. "But it's night time, Susan, and nobody is
skiing right now."

"That's not what I meant," said Susan. She suddenly

looked surprised. "I mean; uh; I mean they shouldn't be doing
that."

"She's jealous of them," said Ronda calmly.

"I am Not!" said Susan, so heatedly that it was obvious

to all of them she was lying.

"Oh, admit it, Susan," said Ronda, enjoying the uproar

she was getting to witness. "You're a virgin and they're getting
all the action and you don't think it's fair that you can't get
laid."

"Well?" yelled Susan. "It's Not!" she blurted.

She looked surprised again at her outburst. "I mean I don't want
to do that! Who says getting laid is all that great, anyway?"

"Just about everybody but you and me," laughed Ronda.

"That's Not Funny!" shouted Susan.

Bunny's Solution To Susan's Neglect.

"Calm down," said Jack. "Susan, I know you're

upset, and you probably have a right to be upset; what exactly do you
want to happen?"

Susan blinked. No adult in a position of authority had ever

actually asked her opinion in quite that way.

"Well; um; " She was at a loss for words.

"Do you want us to cancel the rest of the trip and go home?"

Mr. Kelly asked.

"No!" she yelped. "I never said That!"

"Do you want to have a group meeting and lay down the rules

that way?" he asked.

Susan thought about what that would probably be like. Everybody in

the group would blame her for whatever happened, whether rules were
enforced, or not.

"No;" she said weakly.

"Do you want me to go down there and bust them?" he

pushed on.

"They're probably all done anyway," Susan hedged.

"She wants to get her cherry popped," said Ronda,

stifling a giggle.

"Ronda, don't be flip," chided Jack. "This is a

serious matter to Susan."

"I am serious!" said Ronda, feeling wonderful that, due

to barging in on them in the act, she was on a more or less even
footing with the sponsors. "The only reason she's not down there
right now With them, is that we didn't bring enough boys on this
trip!"

"That's Not true," said Susan, but there was a notable

lack of heat in her voice. Part of her confusion about things was
that she really Didn't know what she wanted to happen. She went back
to the single emotion that she was sure of. "It's just not fair;
that's all."

"What would be fair?" asked Jack.

Jack was feeling much better now, than he had been a short time

before. The girl wasn't screaming for either her parents or the
police, and that was a good thing. Ronda obviously wasn't upset. He
wondered idly if what Ronda said about Susan was true. Did she in
fact, just want to get her cherry popped? Could it be something as
simple as that? "Don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked
Susan.

"If I had a boyfriend would I be on a ski trip without him?"

she asked morosely. "I'm too ugly to have a boyfriend," she
said, feeling sorry for herself.

Ronda snorted.

"Come on, Susan," said Jack. "You know that's not

true. Don't make yourself sound like some whiny little girl."

"Yeah," said Ronda. "At least you don't have a

radio antenna stuck to your teeth, and you've got boobs which I'd
just kill for." She grinned as Jack darted a look at her.

"Don't try to help," he said gently to Ronda, his voice

level. "It's not working."

"Why is everybody so up-tight?" asked Ronda, throwing up

her hands. She unzipped her parka and shrugged it off onto the bed.
"Nothing has happened here that isn't completely normal. Kids
having sex, happens all the time. Adults having sex, happens all the
time. I don't know about teachers having sex; does that happen all
the time, Mr. Kelly?" She used an obviously falsely innocent
voice for the question.

She ignored his dark look and went on.

"Anyway, all Susan and I need is a handy, naked guy; he'd

need to be cute too; and we can solve our problem too! Then Everybody
would be happy!" She was still being satirical, and it was clear
to everybody.

Bunny had been sitting quietly, trying to figure out what in the

world to do about how horrible things were. She, too, was worried
about her job. Later on she'd be worried about other things, but
right now she was worried about her job. So far, at least with the
other three girls, she had what amounted to an understanding. These
two girls, however; could cause problems. And the fact that they
hadn't already done that was uppermost in her mind. Things had become
so bizarre, that what popped into her mind wasn't all that
surprising.

"Jack," she said softly, not actually meaning to say his

name.

"What?" He naturally turned toward her when he heard his

name.

She blinked at him, but instead of addressing him, she turned to

Susan.

"Is that true, Susan? If you had a man; a guy; to pay some

attention to you on this trip, would that make you happy?"

Susan was astounded. Both teachers in the room were actually

asking what she really wanted!

"I don't know;" she said in typical teenage female

fashion. "I mean I wouldn't feel so left out; but;"

"Yes!" said Ronda, almost laughing. Watching these

adults trying to placate a High School girl so they wouldn't get in
trouble; was really kind of funny! "That would make her happy.”
Ronda followed the logical path; “Why? Have you got some boys
hidden away? For an emergency, maybe; when Mr. Kelly is busy?"
She giggled at her own boldness.

"Maybe," said Bunny. Her voice was calm, but inside she

was shaking. What she was about to try could go even more horribly
wrong than anything that had already happened. That she was even
contemplating it, seemed to be the craziest thing she'd ever done in
her whole life.

"Who?" asked Susan, taking the bait.

"No! This is crazy!" muttered Bunny. "Never mind."

"No!" cried Susan, already hooked. "That's not

fair!"

"You're going about this all wrong," said Ronda

disgustedly, to Susan. "You have to threaten to tell somebody
that Mr. Kelly was boinking Miss Johnson. There Has to be some rule
about teachers not having sex on a field trip. Then they'll do what
you want. Don't you know anything?"

"Thank you so much, Ronda," said Jack, throwing up his

hands. He turned to Bunny, to find her looking at him. The slight
rise in her eyebrows, along with her darted look at Susan, was all it
took, for what she had been thinking about, to burst into his
consciousness.

"You can't be serious!" he gasped.

"What's Going On?" yelled Susan, completely out of

patience. A carrot had been dangled in front of her, and she was one
hungry rabbit.

Ronda was a 'straight A' student. She was that way because she was

intelligent, and not because she had figured out how to take tests.
That intelligence had seen the way Bunny was acting, and the look she
had given Jack. The fact that he was the only almost naked man around
didn't hurt either.

"She's talking about Mr. Kelly!" she giggled.

"What?" asked Susan, turning to her friend.

"She's talking about Mr. Kelly popping your cherry!"

squealed Ronda.

"No she's not!" said Susan, with complete confidence.

"He's a man; he's cute; he's almost naked;" prompted

Ronda.

Susan turned around to look at Jack. In her eyes was a myriad of

confused emotions. She remembered what his naked muscular ass had
looked like between Bunny's thighs as she and Ronda barged into the
room. What he was doing, looked almost violent. She felt a tingle in
her loins, though. Bunny's legs were replaced, in Susan's mind, with
what she thought her own legs might look like, squeezing against that
bobbing ass. The fantasy caused her nipples to tingle.

"You want to do That to me?" she whined, pointing

inanely at the bed where the vision in her mind was taking place.

Jack put out his hands, palms facing Susan.

"No! Susan! I wouldn't!"

Susan's reaction was pure teenage girl. Ronda had pointed out

something that Susan had noticed plenty of times. Jack Kelly Was a
cute guy. Lots of girls in school giggled about him, around the
lockers. Susan, always a practical girl, had never given serious
thought to "hooking up" with a grown man, and certainly not
Jack Kelly. At the same time, that part of her brain, which she
didn't control, had let itself have the average teenage fantasy about
being paid romantic attention by a real man, like Jack. That part of
her brain rebelled instantly with what it perceived as rejection.

"Why Not?" she yelled. "What's Wrong With Me?"

Jack was as wide-eyed as a deer in the headlights.

"No! That's Not what I meant, Susan. Honey, there's Nothing

wrong with you! I only meant that it's a crazy idea and I would never
do anything to hurt you."

"See?" crowed Ronda. "He's already calling you

'honey'" She grinned with the joy of causing trouble under
circumstances where she was quite sure she could get away with it.

"Ronda! Would you please shut Up?" moaned Jack.

"So I'm not Good enough for you! Is that it?" asked

Susan, her voice almost growling. She was sure he was rejecting her,
and it was making her crazy.

"No!" Jack yelped. "Listen to me. You're a

beautiful girl. Any man would love to be with you. It's just that I'm
older. You don't want to do something like that with an old geezer
like me."

The desperation in his voice gave Susan a feeling of power.

"Oh, I don't know about that," she said, looking him up

and down like he was a side of beef. "You Are kind of cute."

"That's the spirit," counseled Ronda. "You have him

on the run, girl. It's obvious he's playing hard-to-get. Now chase
him down and get that robe off him and let's have some fun!"

"This has gone far Enough!" yelled Bunny. She stood up,

her hands on her hips again. "You girls will do whatever you
feel the need to do. If that's complain to your parents, or the
school board, then fine! Do it! But I won't see you mocking a great
guy, who got caught up in a terrible mess. Now, get Out of here and
let us get dressed!"

Susan had enjoyed the brief feeling of power that had washed over

her. And, that little part of her mind, which had always wished a man
like Jack would sweep her off her feet ,kept whispering that it
wasn't over until it was over.

"I don't want to leave!" she said firmly. "I want

to talk about whether or not Mr. Kelly will make it fair!"

Ronda, hearing conviction in Bunny's voice, and knowing that this

was the right time to get out of things with her own situation
completely intact, stood up.

"Come on, Susan. We've had our fun. Let's go."

Susan turned on her. "No, we're Not leaving. You said it

yourself. This is my chance to find out what all the hoopla is
about!" She looked at her friend defiantly. "Besides; you
said 'Us'; you said 'Let's have some fun'. You've already done it
before, and I'm not doing it the first time alone!"

Ronda was actually startled for the first time.

"You're serious? You'd let Mr. Kelly pop your cherry?"

"Why not?" asked Susan. "I'll never get a chance

like this again."

"That's for sure," said Ronda giggling.

"I told you girls the fun is over," said Bunny, taking a

step toward them.

"But it was Your idea!" said Ronda triumphantly. "You

can't back out on us now."

"Miss Johnson, do you like your job?" asked Ronda, her

voice level.

"Blackmail won't work!" said Bunny heatedly. "It

didn't work for the other girls and it won't work for you!"

There was a pregnant silence in the room as Bunny realized she'd

said way too much.

The next sound was her groan of disgust.

"What other girls?" asked Ronda. "You mean those

girls?" she asked, her eyes widening as she pointed vaguely in
the direction of the camper. "You mean they know about you and
Mr. Kelly?"

Susan's head was swiveling now, between Bunny and Ronda.

Ronda's eyes lit up.

"That's it!" she said the next time Susan looked at her.

"That's why they're down there acting like sluts; they Know
about Mr. Kelly and Miss Johnson and they threatened to tell if she
didn't let them do what they want!"

Susan shook her head. "But she promised me they wouldn't;"

Her head swiveled back to Bunny.

"Of Course, Miss Johnson promised you, you idiot," said

Ronda smugly. "She'd tell you anything just to get you off her
back, Susan. You weren't supposed to catch them." She giggled.
"Any of them," she added, including Bunny and Jack with a
wave of her hand.

Susan's frown got deeper and deeper until she was scowling.

"This is not fair," she growled.

She didn't shout it this time. She didn't have to. She sounded

deadly serious. She walked to Jack and got as close to him as she
could without actually touching him.

"Mr. Kelly?" she said almost formally, "I want you

to take us to bed."

Jack swallowed.

Ronda blurted "Leave me out of this!"

Susan turned at the waist to face Ronda. "You're going to do

this with me," she said calmly. "Both of us at the same
time."

"No I'm not!" said Ronda.

Susan's veneer of confidence cracked a little.

"Okay, you don't have to actually Do anything, but you have

to be there with me. Come on, Ronda, this is my chance. Don't mess
this up for me. Everybody else on this stinking trip is getting to
have sex, but us! And I'm tired of it always being that way."

Ronda looked around the room. Her own feelings were now somewhat

puzzling to her. That she was horny was plain to her. But there were
so many things that could go wrong with Susan's plan. The very first
thing she thought about was all the other kids coming back to the
room while something was going on. Still, the idea of playing with
that handsome exotic sheathed cock, called to her like the siren
song.

"Okay, here's the deal," she said suddenly. "I'll

be right back. I have to take care of something. You go ahead and get
started and I'll be back."

Susan's face betrayed her complete lack of agreement with this

idea and Ronda held up her hand.

"I Said I'll be right back. Take my word for it, Susan, there

is something that needs to be done, and I'm going to go do it, and
then I'll be back and I'll be here with you; I promise; Okay?"

"But; what do I do?" asked Susan, now helpless again.

"Miss Johnson will get you started," said Ronda firmly.

Bunny jerked and opened her mouth.

Ronda cut her off too.

"It was your idea in the first place. You're a teacher; so

teach! I'll be right back. Really!"

Without another word she grabbed her parka and ran out of the

room.

Chapter Eight.
Ronda's Arrangement And Susan's Enlightenment.

What Ronda had to do was make sure that her primary fear of being

discovered; and then being blackmailed; would not happen. She wasn't
sure how this was going to work out, but she knew the psychology of
teenagers, so she was going to take her best shot.

She went straight to the motor home, relieved that the light was

still on, and that the generator was still humming softly. She was
afraid that the door would be locked, and snorted derisively when she
found it open instead. How stupid were these kids, anyway?

She stomped up the steps and slammed the door behind her loudly on

purpose, also stomping down the short hallway. She heard a flurry of
squeaks and yips from the girls, and a couple of curse words from
throats with deeper voices. She saw, for the first time, Melody and
Randy on the third bed at the very tail end of the motor home. A
sheet was over them, but Randy was on top of Melody and her head was
flailing back and forth as the sheet moved up and down where his ass
was. They were making enough noise that they hadn't heard her come
in.

She walked into the foot-wide separation between the two beds, and

looked at the startled faces of her classmates.

"Here's the deal," she said calmly, addressing them all.

"Melody!" she yelled. The two faces at the end of the coach
suddenly swiveled toward her, mouths open in shock. "Listen up!"
she yelled. "A security guard came to the room and told Miss
Johnson and Mr. Kelly what you guys were doing down here. He was
patrolling the parking lot and thought somebody was being raped,
based on the sounds he heard. I guess he peeked into the window or
something. Anyway, he came to the room to see what Mr. Kelly and Miss
Johnson wanted to do. They said they'd take care of it, and I'm
telling you right now that they sent me down here to tell you not to
leave the motor home. I think they're deciding whether or not to just
bring all your stuff down here and take us all back home. But they
said that if you're not here when they get here, they're going to
have you all expelled.

"Fuck!" shouted Jerry.

Ronda wasn't at all sure about the next part of her plan. When she

had suggested to Susan that the girls in the motor home had caught
Jack and Bunny having sex, Bunny had put her hands in her face,
rather than denying it. So Ronda took the chance that she was right.

"And Tiffany?" she said, addressing the leader of the

group, "Miss Johnson told me to say this specifically to you. I
don't know what it means, but here's what she said. She said she's
really pissed off that she cut you a break, and then you broke your
promise, whatever that means. I've never seen her like this."

Ronda looked at them all again. "Any questions?" she

asked, putting enough cockiness in it that she looked like a student
above reproach who was enjoying the downfall of a whole bunch of more
popular students.

Ronda bent over, like she was trying to look under the sheet that

Tiffany had pulled over her and Jerry.

"I'm supposed to leave now, so you guys can get dressed and

stuff;" She tried to lift the sheet and Tiffany kicked at her.
"but I can stick around if anybody wants to just chat or
something." She grinned.

"Get Out!" Yelled Tiffany, perilously close to tears.

"Okay, party pooper," said Ronda gaily. "Should I

tell them you'll be here? Or do they need to alert security that
you're all going to be on the run?" She grinned again.

"I Said Get Out!" screamed Tiffany.

Ronda left, feeling like there was every chance that the six kids

would stay right there in the motor home for at least an hour. She
hoped that would be enough.

Susan's Disrobing.

When the door closed behind Ronda,

Susan suddenly felt very alone, and very vulnerable. She realized she
was standing only inches from Jack, and took a step backward. Jack
saw the tension and unease in her eyes and jumped on it.

"Really, Susan, you don't have to do anything," he said

soothingly. "We can just forget the whole thing."

Susan was angry again almost instantly. Why did adults think they

could push kids around forever?

"Take off your robe!" she ordered, putting her hands on

her hips.

"Susan!" warned Bunny, trying to come to grips with what

was actually happening.

"You take that robe off right now or I swear on my Grandma's

ashes, I'll scream my head off!" said Susan tightly. Her face
swiveled to Bunny. "You too, Miss Johnson!"

"Susan; please!" begged Bunny.

Susan simply took a deep breath and opened her mouth like she was

going to scream.

Jack's hands flashed out, one behind Susan's pony tail, and the

other covering her mouth in an iron grip that actually caused her
pain as her lips were crushed into her teeth. She began struggling
and Jack ended up hauling her onto the bed and throwing her down
underneath him. She started trying to bite his hand and kicked.

"Calm Down!" he said urgently. "I'm not going to do

anything to you; just don't scream; please? Please, Susan, calm
down!"

He lessened the force on her mouth and she stared at his face,

inches away, her eyes wide. Her hands came up and gripped his wrist.

"Jack tried to sound as sincere as he could. "I'm going

to let you go now. Please, Susan, don't scream. If you scream things
will get out of control, and people will come to see what's wrong.
You don't want that; do you?"

She shook her head with minuscule movements. He relaxed his grip

some more, and she drew in a deep breath through her mouth. Jack
tensed, ready to clamp down again if she tried to scream, but she
only mumbled.

"Will you take your robe off?" she asked, his hand

making her difficult to understand.

"Okay, I'll do that," he sighed. "Are you Okay?"

She nodded, and pulled his hand away from her mouth.

"You hurt my lips," she said accusingly.

On impulse, Jack leaned down and kissed her gently. He left his

eyes open, and saw that hers were open too.

"All better?" he asked, feeling stupid, until she

actually nodded and smiled.

He rolled off of her, to find Bunny hovering over them both at the

edge of the bed, her hands out, as if she had been prepared to enter
the fray. He couldn't tell if she would have entered it on Susan's
side, or his. He got up and, because it was just easier to get it
over with, untied and shrugged out of the robe, letting it fall to
the floor at his feet. Susan stared at his cock, her mouth open.

"Wow," she said softly.

Bunny sat, half on and half off the bed, close enough to Susan to

be able to touch her, though she didn't. Susan looked at her.

"Is it really fun?" she asked.

Bunny blinked, but didn't say anything.

"Come on, Miss Johnson," whined Susan. "I just want

to; I just want to; you know; understand stuff."

Bunny stared at the girl, still lying on her side on the bed, her

eyes darting between Bunny's face, and Jack's groin.

"You're really a virgin?" asked Bunny softly.

"Yes," said Susan, staring at Jack's cock.

"Can I talk to you?" asked Bunny.

"If you're going to try to talk me out of this; save your

breath. I've been too chicken to do this for years, and this is my
chance." said Susan firmly.

"I'm not trying to talk you out of it," said Bunny. "I

just want you to understand that it may not be what you expect."

"What do you mean?" asked Susan.

"It's like this," said Bunny, relaxing a little. "I

like Jack. I like him a lot. And because I like him a lot, the things
we did since we got here were; I don't know; a lot nicer than if;"
she trailed off, unable to explain how she felt about giving up her
virginity, and all the emotions that had involved.

"What she's trying to say," said Jack, sitting down on

the other side of Susan, "is that making love the first time is
awkward, and uncomfortable, and even painful, sometimes. And it's
even more like that if you don't know the guy. If you like him, or
are in love with him, then that helps a lot. Just because you don't
want to be a virgin any more, doesn't mean you'll like what happens."

"But it looks like it's so much fun!" moaned Susan.

"It can be fun," said Bunny, thankful to have been given

time to martial her thoughts while Jack talked. "It can be
wonderful. But it needs to be at the right time, and with the right
person, and under the right circumstances. Otherwise it can be
awful."

"Was it ever awful for you?" asked Susan.

Bunny flushed. "Well; no; I mean I was a virgin too, until we

got here; and we didn't plan to do this; but like I said; I really
like Jack a lot."

Susan looked crestfallen. She looked over her shoulder at Jack.

"Couldn't we at least make out or something?" she pleaded.
"Everybody else gets to do stuff, but I never do."

There was a discreet knock on the door and Jack almost killed

himself diving for the bathroom. Ronda came through the door
backwards, looking out into the hallway.

"Can I come in?" she asked, not looking into the room.

"Nothing's happening," giggled Susan.

Ronda turned around and looked decidedly disappointed.

"Where did you go?" asked Susan.

"I went to make sure none of the other kids will come back

here for at least an hour." she said grinning. "I told them
a security guard saw what was going on and reported to you," she
said, looking at Bunny. "Where's Mr. Kelly?"

"He ran for the bathroom like a scared little boy when you

knocked," laughed Susan. "He's naked."

"Really?" said Ronda, making it obvious she thought that

was a good idea. "Anyway I told them you had ordered them to
stay there until you came for them. I told them you and Mr. Kelly
might just bring all their stuff to the motor home and take them back
home tonight, and that if they weren't there when you come for them,
they'd be expelled."

Bunny dropped her face into her hands again and moaned.

"Hey, they bought it; I'm sure. So we have an hour to play,

and then you can go down there and yell and scream at them."

"We've been talking about that," said Susan softly.

"When you had sex the first time; did it hurt?"

"It was uncomfortable," admitted Ronda.

"Did you like the guy?" asked Susan. "Who was it?"

"I can't tell who it was," said Ronda guardedly. "He'd

get in trouble. But yeah, I liked him; at least most of the time."

"They think I should wait until I find a boy I really like,"

said Susan.

Jack stuck his head out of the bathroom door. Everybody ignored

him.

"Okay, so fine," said Ronda. "But you can still

play around, and learn some things. I really like oral sex. Maybe he
could do that to you."

"Okay," said Susan eagerly. She looked around for Jack.

When she saw him she said "Come on out, Mr. Kelly. It was only
Ronda."

"I feel stupid," he said from the doorway.

Ronda simply went to the bathroom, took him by the hand, and

pulled him out into the room.

"Be nice to her," she said to him, not trying to speak

softly. "She needs to have a good time."

It was quite awkward, at least initially. Susan didn't feel

comfortable just disrobing, and Jack didn't feel comfortable just
mauling her. Finally Ronda suggested that they both explore his body
for a little while, since he was already naked. They got him on the
bed, with Ronda on one side, and Susan on the other, and Ronda began
giving Susan lessons on what a man was like.

Bunny watched, open mouthed, as Ronda described the places on a

cock that were the most sensitive, and how to touch a man, and in
minutes Jack was hard as a rock.

Ronda suggested that this was a good time to learn how to give a

man a blow job, and sucked the knob of Jack's cock as an unspoken
example.

That's when Bunny stood up. "Look; you're obviously doing

fine here, and I feel really strange just sitting here. I'm going to
get dressed and sit outside, where I can make sure that nobody comes
in here; Okay?"

Ronda waved one hand negligently at her, as her skillful mouth

slid off the tip of Jack's cock. Her lips flowed back down while Jack
groaned.

Bunny put on a sweat shirt and sweat pants and took a magazine

with her. There was a bench at the end of the hallway, underneath a
panel of huge picture windows that, during daylight, showed off the
spectacular mountains. She sat down, just 25 feet from the girl's
suite, wondering if everything might be salvageable after all. She
sighed as she admitted to herself that one reason she had left, was
that seeing the two girls playing with Jack had made her both horny
and jealous at the same time. The last thing she wanted to do was
surrender to her lust, getting naked with the girls, and forcing Jack
to have to attempt to satisfy three women at the same time. She
wanted to giggle suddenly, as she realized how bizarre the week was
turning out to be. Not even in her wildest dreams would she have
imagined Jack deflowering women right and left, on a school ski trip.

Trying to act normal, she opened the magazine and began leafing

through it.

Susan watched in awe as Ronda took Jack's cock into her mouth,

like it was the most normal thing in the world to do. Jack groaned
and his head came up off the bed and then flopped down again. Ronda
pulled off his rippled veiny shaft with a slurp and a smile.

"Guys love it when you do this," she said, fisting the

cock and waving it around. "Go ahead; try it."

"Oh; I couldn’t," said Susan, her eyes wide.

"It's fun. He tastes good." cajoled Ronda. "Just

kiss it first," she suggested.

Susan stared at the example in front of her, of something she'd

never seen before. She watched as Ronda's hand gripped it and then
slid downward. The skin on it moved, and a shiny knob was exposed.
She reached out a single finger and touched that knob.

"It's so smooth," she whispered.

"Go on, it won't bite you," giggled Ronda.

With no little trepidation, Susan leaned forward slowly. She

sniffed automatically, but didn't smell anything in particular. She
closed her eyes and merely touched her lips lightly to the surface,
pulling back and licking her lips in wonderment. She looked at Ronda,
who grinned at her, and then did it again, pushing her lips more
firmly against it.

"Now Lick it," urged Ronda.

Again, almost fearfully, Susan stuck her tongue out and barely

touched the side of the knob. Her tongue slipped down to one side as
Ronda pushed it toward her lips, and it bumped into her nose. Jack
raised his head again, looking down at her. She touched her tongue to
it again, fascinated with the smooth, texture that was both hard and
soft at the same time. Her lips opened tentatively, and she let them
slide around on the surface. When Ronda tried to push it at her again
she put her hand up and made Ronda surrender her grip. The feel of
the thing in her hand was just as amazing, and she automatically
gripped it and stroked, like she had seen Ronda do. She gasped as the
uncut skin slid back and forth, covering and then uncovering the tip.

"If you're not going to suck it, then I am," warned

Ronda impatiently.

The goading worked, and Susan suddenly took the whole knob in her

mouth, locking her lips around the ridge. Jack groaned again, and
Susan felt a thrill shoot through her as she felt power over a man
for the first time in her life. She liked the feeling instantly, and
she liked the feel of his skin in her mouth too. She took more in,
sucking tentatively, her cheeks caving in. Everything else she had
sucked on like that in her life, had been some kind of food item that
either collapsed into her mouth, or which she then bit off, but this
was completely different. This thing held its shape. This thing was
warm and firm and smooth and she suddenly felt a tingling in her
loins that made her feel like she was going to pee her pants. Jack
moaned again, and his hand caressed her hair gently. She pulled off
and looked up at his face.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, breathlessly.

"Perfect," he panted.

"He can do the same thing for you," said Ronda. "He

can do all kinds of things to you that feel really good."

What Susan felt the most at that moment was a crystal clear

understanding of a lot of the things Ronda was alluding to, and the
fact that, what she would have been completely embarrassed to even
think about just a little while ago, seemed much more within the
realm of possibility now.

"I'd have to be naked," she breathed.

"It's much better that way," said Ronda.

"You too?" asked Susan.

"Aren't we getting kinky!" smiled Ronda.

"I just don't want to be naked alone," said Susan,

sliding her hand up and down that amazing thing.

"Okay," said Ronda simply.

Once the decision had been made, both girls just started hastily

getting rid of their clothing, until all Susan had on was her
panties. She froze then as Jack stared at her tits. Like most girls,
she didn't think she was either beautiful or desirable, and she had
fear in her eyes as she imagined his inspection. She might have
quailed at that moment, if she'd been alone with him. But Ronda was
thoroughly turned on by now, and wanted some satisfaction. She
crawled up to Jack's face and kissed him.

"I know I'm skinny," she said, staring into his eyes,"

but I'd really appreciate it if you'd lick my pussy Mr. Kelly."

For his answer he gripped her with a hand under each armpit and

positioned her tits over his face so he could get to her nipples. Her
cone-shaped tits hung down as she leaned in over him, and she sighed
as he latched onto a puffy nipple and sucked it in. His hand slid
down her side to her hip and she raised one leg like a dog at a fire
plug as his hand slid around and between her legs to cup her sex. He
diddled her clit for a few seconds, and slid a finger deep into her
pussy as she moaned.

Then Ronda scrambled to her feet holding onto the headboard, then

placing one foot on each side of his head, and began a slow squat
until her pussy contacted his mouth. She settled with a sigh as he
began to work on her pussy.

"Oh, you're much better at this than;" she clapped a

hand over her mouth, and started jerking her pussy against his chin.

Susan, left alone, for all intents and purposes, set about

exploring Jack's cock and balls. She kissed and licked and sucked
different places, trying things to see how they felt, and decided
that what she liked the most was lying between his thighs and having
almost a throatful of hard cock. She took him in until she felt her
gag reflex kick in, and then eased off, loving the feel of his skin
sliding between her lips. Though she didn't know it, she was a
natural at cock-sucking, because she just loved the feel of it all.

Susan was so engrossed with her new game, that she didn't know how

much time had passed, but suddenly Ronda was making the same sounds
that Susan had heard the girls in the motor home making. Then she
jumped up and turned around.

"Swap with me," Ronda panted. "I have to have

more."

Susan's curiosity as to just what that meant was blown out of her

head as she got up and began to crawl toward Jack's head. Ronda, now
standing with a foot on either side of Jack's hips, squatted again.
Reaching for the cock which glistened from Susan's expert sucking.
She held it up straight and, with unerring accuracy, squatted until
that cock began to magically disappear into her pussy. With a groan
of satisfaction, Ronda sat down hard on Jack's groin and let her head
hang forward.

"You're Fucking him!" gasped Susan.

"Oh yes I am," moaned Ronda. "And he feels so

good." She lifted her head and started a rapid hip movement that
looked violent to Susan. She was frozen in place until she felt
Jack's hand slid to her ass and cup one cheek.

"Oh yeah; oh yeah" panted Ronda, setting up a chant that

got louder and louder until she went rigid, her eyes closed tightly.
Then she relaxed, and started all over again. "Oh shit, Mr.
Kelly; you feel fantastic in me," she moaned.

Jack moved his hand to seek out Susan's pussy, since she was

frozen there, knees wide spread on the bed near his head. She was so
interested in seeing what Ronda was doing close up that she had put
her own feelings on standby. He woke them back up as his fingers
found her wet cleft and began to explore her virgin channel. He found
her clit, and was surprised to find it was bigger than some he had
seen on women much older than she was. He had fun trying to pinch it,
and it kept slipping between his fingers as her belly muscles spasmed
from the feelings he was flooding her with.

Ronda had another orgasm and then stood up, making a wet, sucking

sound happen as Jack's boner pulled out of her.

"Time to get off before that monster goes off," she

panted.

The combination of Susan's expert sucking, and Ronda's

tight-pussied fucking had inflamed Jack to the point where he Was
about to go off. When Ronda suddenly abandoned his cock, he moaned in
frustration. He wanted to jerk off; to finish; but at the same time
he didn't want this fun to end. In the back of his mind, perhaps, he
knew that there was another tight pussy in the room, a tight pussy
that had never had a cock in it. Like any man, his subconscious
wanted his aching cock to be the first to invade that tight flesh.

He decided that Susan's pussy needed eating first, though. If he

was going to plunder her pussy, she needed to want it badly, and the
way to get her there was to get her lust inflamed.

He sat up and pushed her over backwards. She fell back, her knees

bent and her feet caught under her ass. She yelped as the tendons and
muscles in the front of her thighs complained and she tried to ease
that pressure. The only way she could do that was to roll back and
move her feet to her sides, which opened her up completely, as Jack
rolled onto his stomach between her thighs. With no warning, his lips
sought that big rubbery clit and he sucked it in hard.

"Oh Haw," Susan groaned as she felt electric jolts shoot

from her pussy, going throughout her body. She had never imagined
that sex could feel like this. Her own attempts at making that spot
feel good by rubbing at it seemed puny by comparison. Her hips bucked
convulsively as she mashed her pussy into the face between her
thighs. When he added stimulation to what was happening by fondling
on a nipple, she about came unglued.

"Oh fuck! What's happening? Oh mama. Oh Fuck!" she

squealed, her body shaking like a German Shepherd had hold of her.

Jack added a finger into the mix, gently, at first, worming it

into her tight hole, feeling his way to get deeper. To his delight he
found no obstruction to his invading digit, and he plunged it deeper
into her, feeling for the cervix he knew would be deep inside. He
found he could just barely touch it with the tip of his finger, and
he rimmed the little mouth.

Susan did come unglued then. The stimulation was just too much for

her unprepared teenaged brain and, in the midst of the strongest
orgasm she'd ever had, she fainted.

Jack felt her go limp all over, and the transformation from

flailing happy girl to dead weight was stark enough that he raised
his head to see what had happened.

"Susan?" he said softly. When there was no answer he

crawled up until his face was over hers. He slapped her cheek gently.
"Susan?" he said plaintively again.

Ronda leaned over from where she had been punishing her own clit

while she watched Mr. Kelly initiate Susan.

"She actually passed out!" she squealed.

"Wow," said Jack, amazed. "I never actually knocked

a woman out before."

Ronda laughed. "You should pop her cherry while she's out.

She's too chicken to do it while she's awake."

She had said it as a joke, but Jack's brain didn't receive it that

way. His cock was still achingly hard, dripping, and; poised right
over Susan's virgin pussy lips. He relaxed the muscles in the small
of his back and his hips dropped until his leaking cock mooshed up
against Susan's portal.

"Uh, should I?" he groaned, feeling the heat of her

pussy beckoning him.

"I was just kidding," said Ronda. "You can put it

back in me if you want," she said.

"Should I?" gasped Jack, unconsciously leaning forward

so his glans pried open Susan's pussy mouth.

"Sure," said Ronda patiently. "Your cock feels

really good."

Jack's muddled mind heard a woman telling him he should shove his

cock into a pussy, so he leaned some more. There was a moment of
intense pressure, and Susan's body surrendered, as the head of Jack's
cock popped inside her pussy mouth and wiggled another two inches up
into her virgin tube.

Ronda finally noticed what was happening.

"Not Her!" she wailed.

She scrambled over, intending to put her hands on either side of

Jack's hips and pull him out of the unconscious girl. In her haste,
however, she got her legs tangled up and fell against Jack's ass.
Susan's pussy made a farting sound as all the air in it was forced
out around the invading cock that suddenly filled it to capacity.

Susan groaned, the distress of her body wakening her. She felt

like she'd eaten too much, almost like if she just threw up,
everything would be fine. Then she realized it wasn't her stomach
that was stuffed. With her eyes still closed, her wakening mind took
inventory. Jack, knowing he had gone too deep, too quickly, pulled
halfway out, and Susan's mind cataloged that feeling, telling the
girl what was happening.

Now Jack's little head took over, though. His cock had been

panting for release, his balls egging it on, for quite some time now.
It was just natural, once his cock was in a woman, to shove and pull
and jerk and probe and wiggle and do all those other things his cock
just loved.

Thus it was that, as she regained consciousness, Susan's mind ran

the gamut from "Get That Thing Out Of Me!" to "Oh My!
This Feels Good! to "Oh Mamma, Don't Let Him Stop; Because I'll
Just Die If He Leaves!"

To be continued. Based on a post by Lubrican,

for Sex Stories.

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