Bunny And The Slopes

by Lubrican

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Chapter Seven

"Uuuuhhhng" grunted Jerry as his prick unloaded millions of sperm cells into Tiffany's hot pussy.

Ronnie clearly heard him grunt through the glass.

"Jerry!" squealed Tiffany, pushing violently against his chest. "You aren't supposed to shoot inside me!"

Jerry just sagged, letting the weight of his hips keep his prick firmly embedded in Tiffy's pussy as his cock delivered three more potent streams of spunk into the girl's clasping pussy.

"I'm sorry baby," he moaned. "You know I can't help it."

Ronnie heard that exchange as well, and felt her own belly warm up. While she hadn't told Susan about it, the two times she had had sex were with her older brother, and she knew exactly what it felt like to have warm spunk bathing her womb. And she hadn't been completely honest with Susan either when she said she wasn't all that thrilled by the two times she'd had sex. She had been thrilled as her big brother pinned her to the bed and filled her to the brim with his thick penis. It was the fact that she liked that feeling all too much that had made her call a halt to his midnight visits to her bedroom. She knew she actually wanted to do it every night, and she also knew he'd never use a rubber with her. She wasn't quite ready to have a great, big, swollen belly, full of her own brother's baby. Not yet, anyway.

She heard more moans and her eyes flitted across the motor home, where Doug was lunging hard into Linda ... so hard that her breasts were flopping up and down as she thrust her hips up at each lunge.

"You can't shoot in me, Dougie!" she panted.

"I won't," he groaned.

"You'd better not!" she gasped.

"I won't!" he gasped, sagging between her thighs as his prick started spurting ... deep in her pussy.

"Dougeeeeee" wailed Linda, her pussy gobbling up every drop as it spewed and rippling to milk it as she had her own orgasm.

"I'M sorreeeeee," moaned Doug as he, too, sagged, ensuring that she couldn't dislodge him from his goal.

Ronnie started to pull back, just as Tiffany managed to shove Jerry off of her, and saw his still stiff prick drift away from Tiffany's swollen, red pussy. There was a long string of thick white spunk that went from the tip of his prick to her pussy, clear evidence that he had, indeed, shot off inside the girl.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" squealed Tiffany, staring down at that very same string.

Her leg came up and she shoved, catching Jerry's naked chest with her right foot. He flopped over backwards and she scrambled over him, getting her pussy over his head.

"You clean that out, you bastard!" yelled Tiffany, as she tried to sit on his face.

Jerry went crazy, trying not to get his own spunk on his face, not to mention in his mouth. Tiffany flew backwards and Ronnie lost sight of what was happening as she leaned further back. She realized Susan was pulling at the back of her parka and she was off balance. Arms flailing she jumped off the barrel, hitting on her heels and rolling backwards.

"Oh!" whispered Susan. "Are you OK?"

"Nice of you to ask," said Ronnie dryly.

"Are they having sex?" whispered Susan.

"Not any more," said Ronnie, just as dryly.

"What!?" cried Susan in a hoarse whisper as she climbed up onto the barrel. The barrel tipped and she waved her arms to keep her balance, until it settled.

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 pricks 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, round titties, 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 ... OK?" 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.

"Mmmm 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."

"Ohhhh Mel," he groaned, feeling his prick 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 mons to right between her naked, heaving breasts. The only problem was ... it was the third shot his prick had spurted. The first two were snug as a bug in a rug ... inside Melody's suddenly vacated pussy.

"Noooooooo" she complained, reaching for his cock. It had felt too good, and she really wasn't done yet. "Put it back in meeeeee," 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 prick produced a fourth spurt, let her guide him back into the furnace that was her sex. He had just hit rock bottom, and her naked legs had just wrapped themselves around his buttocks, when an unbelievable fifth jet followed the other four down the pipe. That one got delivered right in the mouth of her gaping cervix.

"Ohhhh Mel, that feels so good," he groaned, beginning to slide in and out of her suddenly sloppy pussy.

"Ohhhh Randy," moaned Melody. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

His frenzied kiss, and frantic rutting against her abused clitty was his 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 butt.

"Owwwww," she cried softly, trying not to be overheard inside the vehicle.

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

Susan rolled over and got to her hands and knees, feeling the ice bite into her bare palms.

"Help me up," she complained.

Ronnie 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!"

Ronnie 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. 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 the shouted words that had been 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.

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 buttocks, 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.

"Ohhhh 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 body out through his prick, leaving him an empty bag of skin.

"I ... can't ... fuck you ... forever ... baby" he gasped. "I'm ... about .... to cum ... nowwww!"

"Miss Johnson!" screeched Susan.

"Oh, wow!" yelled Ronnie.

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 prick 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 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 prick gave another mighty spurt, his eyes fastened on Ronnie, 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 Ronnie, 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 Ronnie 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 suffering 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 fairytale romance with Jack was taking on aspects of something written by the Grimm brothers. Basically, it pissed her off. She shoved Jack roughly, and he rolled, flopping onto his back. His prick 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, as she snarled:

"We're consenting, fucking adults, and haven't you ever heard of knocking?!"

"B..b..but it's our room!" whined Susan.

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.

"Ohhh 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 penis 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 out, 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 Ronnie had thankfully closed, finally. Ronnie 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, sitting ramrod stiff. As if the act of moving unfroze her brain as well, she remembered why she and Ronnie 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 pricks 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 Ronnie 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.

Ronnie, for her part, was remembering what Mr. Kelly's penis had looked like as it slithered out of Miss Johnson's pussy. Her brother was circumcised, and Jack's was the first one she'd ever seen that still had the little hood of skin attached 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 brother, and seeing the adults having sex had stoked that fire.

Ronnie, 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 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 were 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 Ronnie 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 since we've been here. 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 Ronnie calmly.

"I am not!" said Susan, so heatedly that it was obvious to all of them she was lying.

"Oh, admit it, Susan," said Ronnie, 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 Ronnie.

"That's not funny!" shouted Susan.

"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?" he 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 made 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 Ronnie, stifling a giggle.

"Ronnie, don't be flip," chided Jack. "This is a serious matter to Susan."

"I am serious!" said Ronnie, 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 didnt 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. Ronnie obviously wasn't upset. He wondered idly if what Ronnie 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.

Ronnie snorted.

"Come on, Susan," said Jack. "You know that's not true. Don't make yourself sound like some whiny little girl."

"Yeah," said Ronnie. "At least you don't have a radio antenna stuck to your teeth, and you've got boobs I'd just kill for." She grinned as Jack darted a look at her.

"Don't try to help," he said, his voice level. "It's not working."

"Why is everybody so up-tight?" asked Ronnie 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 could cause problems, though, 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 boy ... to pay some attention to you on this trip, would that make you happy?"

Susan was astounded. Both adults 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 Ronnie, 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. 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."

"Nooo!" cried Susan, already hooked. "That's not fair!"

"You're going about this all wrong," said Ronnie disgustedly, to Susan. "You have to threaten to tell somebody that Mr. Kelly was boffing 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, Ronnie," 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.

Ronnie was an "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 Ronnie.

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

"He's a man ... he's cute ... he's almost naked ..." prompted Ronnie.

Susan turned around to look at Jack. In her eyes was a myriad of confused emotions. She remembered what his naked buttocks had looked like between Bunny's thighs as she 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 butt, and her nipples tingled.

"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. Ronnie 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 that she didn't control had let itself have the average teenage fantasy about being paid romantic attention by a 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 Ronnie. "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.

"Ronnie! Would you please shut up?" moaned Jack.

"So I'm not goodf 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. "Please ... 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 Ronnie. "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 that 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!"

Ronnie, 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 hooplah 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!"

Ronnie 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 Ronnie giggling.

"I told you girls the fun is over," said Bunny, taking a step toward them.

"But it was your idea!" said Ronnie triumphantly. "You can't back out on us now."

"Miss Johnson, do you like your job?" asked Ronnie, 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 Ronnie. "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 Ronnie.

Ronnie'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 she promised you, you idiot," said Ronnie smugly. "She'd tell you anything just to get you off her back. 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.

Ronnie blurted "Leave me out of this!"

Susan turned at the waist to face Ronnie. "You're going to do this with me," she said calmly. "Both of us at the same time."

"No I'm not!" said Ronnie.

Susan's veneer of confidence cracked a little.

"OK, you don't have to actually do anything, but you have to be there with me. Come on, Ronnie, 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."

Ronnie 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 sheathed penis called to her like the siren song.

"OK, 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 Ronnie 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 ... OK?"

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

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

Bunny jerked and opened her mouth.

Ronnie 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.

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