Bunny And The Slopes

by Lubrican

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Chapter Eight

What Ronnie 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 buttocks were. 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.

Ronnie 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 over her face, rather than denying it. So Ronnie 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."

Ronnie 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.

Ronnie 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.

"OK, party pooper," said Ronnie 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.

Ronnie 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.

When the door closed behind Ronnie, 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 miniscule 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.

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

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 penis, 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 penis.

"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. Ronnie 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.

Ronnie 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 Ronnie, 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 Ronnie.

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

"I can't tell who it was," said Ronnie 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.

"OK, so fine," said Ronnie. "But you can still play around, and learn some things. I really like oral sex. Maybe he could do that to you."

"OK," said Susan eagerly. She looked around for Jack. When she saw him she said "Come on out, Mr. Kelly. It was only Ronnie."

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

Ronnie simply went to the bathroom, took him by the hand, and pulled him 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 Ronnie suggested that they both explore his body for a little while, since he was already naked. They got him on the bed, with Ronnie on one side, and Susan on the other, and Ronnie began giving Susan lessons on what a man was like.

Bunny watched, open mouthed, as Ronnie described the places on a penis that were the most sensitive, and how to touch a man to give him pleasure and raise him to the peak of excitement. In minutes Jack was hard as a rock. When Ronnie suggested that this was a good time to learn how to give a man a blow job, and sucked the knob of Jack's penis as an unspoken example, 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 ... OK?"

Ronnie waved one hand airily at her as her mouth slid off the tip of Jack's cock, and 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 in the hallway, underneath a panel of huge picture windows that, during daylight, showed off the spectacular mountains. She sat down, 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 ski trip.

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

Susan watched in awe as Ronnie took Jack's penis 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. Ronnie pulled off with a slurp and a smile.

"Guys love it when you do this," she said, fisting the prick and waving it around. "Go ahead ... try it."

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

"It's fun. He tastes good." cajoled Ronnie. "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 Ronnie'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 Ronnie.

With no little trepidation, Susan leaned forward slowly. She sniffed automatically, but didn't smell anything in particular. She closed her eyes and touched her lips lightly to the surface, pulling back and licking them. She looked at Ronnie, who grinned at her, and then did it again, pushing her lips more firmly against it.

"Lick it," urged Ronnie.

Again, almost fearfully, Susan stuck her tongue out and barely touched the knob. Her tongue slipped to one side as Ronnie 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 Ronnie tried to push it at her again she put her hand up and made Ronnie 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 Ronnie do. She gasped as the skin slid back and forth, covering and then uncovering the tip.

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

The goading worked, and Susan suddenly took the whole knob in her mouth. 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 Ronnie. "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 Ronnie 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 Ronnie.

"You too?" asked Susan.

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

"I just don't want to be naked alone," said Susan, sliding her hand up and down that amazing thing.

"OK," said Ronnie 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 breasts. 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 Ronnie 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 dragged her over his face so he could get to her nipples. Her cone-shaped breasts pointed down 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 she scrambled to her feet, placing one 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.

"Ohhhh 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 penis 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 having almost a throatful of hard prick. 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 Ronnie was making the same sounds that Susan had heard the girls in the motor home making. Then Ronnie jumped up and turned around.

"Swap with me," she 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. Ronnie, now standing with a foot on either side of Jack's hips, squatted again. Reaching for the prick Susan had just been sucking, she held it up straight and, with unerring accuracy, squatted until that prick began to magically disappear into her pussy. With a groan of satisfaction, Ronnie sat down hard on Jack's groin and let her head hang forward.

"You're fucking him!" gasped Susan.

"Ohhhh yesss I am," moaned Ronnie. "And he feels soooo 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 buttocks and cup one cheek.

"Ohhh yeah ... ohhh yeah" panted Ronnie, 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. "Ohhh 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 Ronnie 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 untried 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.

Ronnie 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 Ronnie's tight-pussied fucking had inflamed Jack to the point where he was about to go off. When Ronnie suddenly vacated his prick, 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 prick in it. Like any man, his subconscious wanted his aching prick 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 buttocks. 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 Awwwwwww," Susan groaned as she felt electric jolts shoot from her pussy 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 sucking 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.

Ronnie leaned over from where she had been punishing her own clitty 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."

Ronnie 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 prick 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 prick mooshed up against Susan's portal.

"Uhhh, should I?" he groaned, feeling the heat of her pussy beckoning him.

"I was just kidding," said Ronnie. "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 Ronnie patiently. "Your prick feels really good."

Jack's muddled mind heard a woman telling him he should shove his prick into her pussy, so he leaned some more. There was a moment of intense pressure, and Susan's body surrendered, as the head of Jack's prick popped inside her pussy mouth and wiggled another two inches up into her virgin tube.

Ronnie 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 buttocks. Susan's pussy made a farting sound as all the air in it was forced out around the invading penis 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 catalogued that feeling, telling the girl what was happening.

Now Jack's little head took over, though. His prick had been panting for release, his balls egging it on, for quite some time now. It was just natural, once his penis was in a woman, to shove and pull and jerk and probe and wiggle and do all those other things his prick 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 does!"

By the time she was fully awake, Susan was suddenly transformed from a limp body, to an energetic participant, almost the exact reversal of what had happened as he ate her pussy. One instant she was limp, and the next she was lunging up against him, her fingernails scraping his back, her vocal chords once again yelling "Oh fuck ... Oh yes! ... Oh fuck yes!"

Both of them were lucky. Jack was lucky because by missing the trauma of initial penetration, Susan was placed in a position to welcome an orgasm much sooner than she would otherwise have been. Susan was lucky because Jack's overstressed control gave up sooner than he should have if he'd have been a patient and considerate lover.

What that means is that, as Jack's prick gave up and began spitting long pussy-drenching streams of cum, Susan's second orgasm snuck up on her and almost knocked her out again. Jack, in the throes of lust, stayed right where he was and gave the teen every drop his balls could produce.

Ronnie, recognizing the sounds Jack was making, based on the sounds her brother had made as he pumped her full of spunk, sagged onto her heels in disappointment. Then, as teenagers often do, her mood changed instantly and she was happy for her friend. Susan might be up tight, but this was probably going to help combat that. Ronnie reached between Jack's ass cheeks, feeling for his balls, and massaged them gently, encouraging them to completely empty themselves into the willing girl under the teacher.

She lay her breasts on Jack's back, rubbing them against him as her hand continued to fondle his balls. "You just remember, Mr. Kelly, the next load is for me."

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