Bunny and the Slopes: Part 3.

Confessions and Accusations.

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Chapter Five.

All three girls, once dressed, had run off giggling, to see what was going on. Tiffany claimed to know where the black diamond slope ended and mentioned that Doug and Randy would be there too. Jack had a sinking feeling that everything was coming unraveled. He had visions of the motor home rocking on its springs as three boys lustily fucked three girls, squirting them full of babies in the process.

Bunny's Inquisition.

Bunny was already in the room when Jack got there, his now shrunken todger, firmly in his pants.

"Where have you been!" she chimed. She was still fully dressed. "Doctor Richards says I just strained some muscles and everything will be fine in a week or two."

Jack knew that he might be ruining the best thing that had happened to him, but he couldn't keep it inside. He also couldn't let her be blind-sided by what he knew would happen eventually.

"We have a problem." he said. He frowned. "Actually; I have a problem."

"What?" she asked, a concerned look coming on her face.

Now Jack didn't know just how much to admit. Bunny wasn't aware that three girls had watched him destroy her virginity and spurt her full of spunk. Admitting that, didn't seem like it would make things any better.

At the same time, he had to explain how he could be blackmailed, and he needed Bunny on his side of things, so it needed to be something she could identify with.

"Well; when I was taking care of you last night; all three of them, Tiffany, Melody, and Linda; walked in while you were; um; unconscious. I; um; don't think they saw anything, except that I was still naked. They; um; were curious about what a man looked like, and they said they could claim that I raped you; or tried to rape you. Things kind of got out of hand; and I let them; uh; do some things. And somehow; Linda kind of got under me, and she was naked too, and I sort of lost control and; kind of put it inside her;"

"You just Stuck It In Her?" Bunny was scandalized.

"Yes." he moaned, ashamed.

"I can't believe she didn't scream." said Bunny.

"That's because she; loved it." said Jack miserably. He didn't think it was a good idea to admit that she Had screamed.

"Well, I guess I can understand that." said Bunny frankly. "I can't believe how much I've missed all these years. Jack, honey, once I had you I was hooked. I'm going to have a man in my life from now on. I hope it's you Jack." she said firmly.

"But I raped a student." he moaned.

"You idiot, that wasn't rape." said Bunny. "Girls in that situation don't get naked with a man if they aren't horny, and a horny woman expects to get her cookies off." She looked thoughtful. "And Tiffany had something to do with it too." She looked at Jack. "What about Melody?" she asked.

Jack tried to look somewhere else. "Um; out in the motor home; about half an hour ago;" his voice trailed off. As Bunny's eyes widened, he tried to defend himself. "They cornered me in the gift shop." he said. "They said I had to pop Mel's cherry for her, or they'd tell that I'd done it with Linda."

"Oh give me a break!" snorted Bunny.

"I'm telling the truth!" Jack insisted. "I went to the gift shop to get the condoms, and then they showed up. The girl that works there even knew what they were doing. She Gave me the condoms after she chased the girls out. She said her Algebra teacher took her virginity and she told me to make them happy!"

Bunny covered her eyes with both hands and groaned.

"You've got to be kidding me. First three girls catch you fucking me, and you fuck one of them. Then the cashier in the fucking gift shop figures out what's going on! And then you actually go and do it to another one?" She pulled one hand off her eye and glared at jack. "At least you got some condoms" she said heavily.

Jack didn't think it was the opportune time to mention that they had lain unused in his pants while he spunked two teenaged students, neither of whom was protected in any way, shape or form.

Maybe later.

"What are we going to do?" he asked miserably.

Bunny uncovered her eyes and sat up, wincing, until Jack helped her.

"We can't just take them all home." she said. "That would cause questions we couldn't answer." She looked up at Jack with something he thought might be accusatory. "And you can't just keep fucking them." she said sternly.

"I know." he said miserably. "But they keep threatening to tell."

"I'll have a little woman to woman talk with them about that." said Bunny decisively. She tried to throw her legs over the edge of the bed and groaned. "Later." she moaned.

"I'm sorry." said Jack, still miserable.

"If I know men; and I admit I'm a little shy of knowledge about men; but if I know men, I doubt you're nearly as sorry as you're trying to convince me you are." said Bunny. But her words were said more or less good naturedly.

"But you can't keep doing it with them." she said firmly. "Besides the obvious ethical problem; I don't want to share you."

Jack was astonished. Even after admitting he had screwed two of their charges, she was still interested in him. He couldn't believe it.

"You're taking this awfully well." he commented.

"I'm around High School girls all day long." said Bunny simply. "I know how they act, and what they do. You didn't have a chance, Jackie boy. Very few men would be able to stand up to three determined girls."

"But you were so freaked out when you caught Tiffany." said Jack.

"That's because it was happening on my shift." she said. "Now that it's done and I know what they're planning, I can do something about it."

"What should I do?" asked Jack.

"You just stay away from them until I get them together tonight." she said. "And get some rest. I expected to be made happy when you walked through that door. You did not make me happy Jack. You're going to have to work very hard to make up for that, the next time you get me naked."

Again, her face didn't match the severity of her voice. Jack felt a wave of relief wash over him. Maybe he hadn't screwed things up beyond help, after all?

Supper Showdown.

The thing that surprised Jack more than anything else at supper was that the girls acted completely normal. They chattered and talked about the things that all kids talk about when they get together. Melody and Linda did, however, pay a lot more attention to Randy and Doug respectively, than they had in the past. The boys basked in the attention. Only the occasional sidelong glance at Jack told him that the girls were teasing him by flirting with the boys. Or at least they thought they were.

Bunny acted normally too, which also amazed Jack. She chatted with all the kids about what they had done that day, and what the skiing was like and all the normal things a sponsor would be interested in.

Jack, on the other hand, was almost a wreck. He was so nervous that he forgot to eat until he realized that both Susan and Ronda, the only two girls at the table who didn't have a man to talk to, were looking at him strangely. He tried, with limited success, to engage them in normal conversation.

Ronda, as it turned out, was a snowboarder, and was quite accomplished at it, to hear her talk about her day. Susan had tried that, but had eventually elected to tube for most of the day instead. She wanted to ski, but wasn't ready for the harder runs that the boys had gone down, and the other three girls hadn't done any sporting activities at all that day, electing as they called it, to shop and watch guys. Susan somewhat sullenly remarked that she didn't want to ski alone, and made a jab at girls who came on a skiing trip and then didn't ski. Only Tiffany heard the remark, though. Her response was flippant.

"I'll ski tomorrow, Susan." she said waving a hand.

"Yeah, right." said Susan stiffly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Tiffany archly.

"Why don't you tell Jerry what you've Really been doing?" challenged Susan.

She got everyone's attention then. She was pissed off and it showed. She turned to Melody and Linda.

"In fact, why don't you two, tell everybody what You've been doing With her!" She slammed her fork down on the table.

"Susan." said Tiffany, her voice full of warning.

"Don't you 'Susan' me!" said Susan. "This is supposed to be a skiing trip! You three go out and act like sluts, and I don't have anybody to ski with, because of it!"

For Jack, the bell of doom was tolling louder and louder. He knew what Tiffany and her cohorts had told the other two girls about. He thought it was quite possible that Susan had put two and two together, and was much better at math than Linda.

Bunny And Susan Debrief.

Bunny, on the other hand, was clueless, and her fear was that somehow Susan had found out what Jack had done with the three girls. Her reaction was to take control, like a teacher controlling students.

"Susan!" she said firmly. "I'd like to talk to you after dinner." Her rebuke was plain, and Susan acted just like any student being rebuked by a teacher. She ducked her head. Bunny's stare then turned to the three girls who had just been called sluts. "And I'll speak with you three after that. Until then, all of you behave like adults. If you can't say anything pleasant; don't say anything at all."

It was an excellent try, by an accomplished teacher. The only problem was her phrase "act like adults." That, in fact, was the problem in a nutshell. Three of the girls Had been acting like adults. And in their minds, they weren't about to stop.

Her talk with Susan started off with no little trepidation on Bunny's part, but she masked it with an authoritative attitude. Bunny had told Tiffany, Melody, and Linda; to wait for her in their suite. She had told the other kids to "go play or something." Then she had taken Susan outside on the big porch that surrounded the chalet. Jack was still sitting at the table, his eyes somewhat glazed, when they all left.

"You want to tell me what that was all about?" asked Bunny.

Susan had not only had a chance to calm down, she had automatically gone into the quite normal "I'm not a snitch" mode that kids learn instinctively. Her response was intended to sidestep the question.

"They're just such sluts." she said defensively.

Bunny, though, had to know if Susan knew just Who they had been sluts with. If there was any hope at all of controlling the situation, she had to identify every person who knew the damaging details of Jack's; indiscretions.

"Why is it that you think they're; sluts." probed Bunny.

Susan felt her anger well up again. She wasn't a completely plain girl. She had a girlish figure, and good teeth, and she liked her hair. But when girls like Tiffany were around, boys just didn't pay any attention to her. It wasn't fair. And for them to go out and have sex with a man; was just the last straw. While she had expressed disbelief when Tiffany crowed about how they got some man to have sex with them, she was quite sure that it was true.

"They'll admit it!" she said sullenly. "They've already had sex with some man here at the resort!"

"Some man?" asked Bunny gently, feeling a rush of relief. If this girl knew about Jack, she wouldn't be so forthcoming. She would be more on guard.

"Last night, when you got hurt and Mr. Kelly was taking care of you, they snuck out and found some man to have sex with. They talked about it in the room. They were bragging!" She felt tears in her eyes, from the anger and unfairness of it all, and scrubbed at them furiously, not wanting to cry in front of a teacher.

"I see." said Bunny. Her sense of relief was so strong that she didn't know what to say next. "Maybe they were spinning yarns." she suggested. That's the phrase her mother had used when she was a girl.

"Probably not." sighed Susan. "They're so pretty and popular." She looked morose. "Besides, they went out today and had sex again today. I don't know if it was the same man or somebody new, but they were talking about it just before supper. It isn't fair!"

Bunny's eyes widened as she realized this girl was jealous. Susan's ski trip was her parents' birthday gift to her, when she turned 18, 3 weeks ago.

"Look Susan," she started. "I know it seems unfair when some girls get a lot of attention, and others don't. But that attention brings a lot of things that a girl your age shouldn't have to deal with. I don't know if they really did what they claim, but I do know that if they did, they'll probably be sorry for it some day. Having that kind of relationship is tough for a girl your age. It's tough for adults. You'll get your chance to find a man, and have a relationship with him, someday."

It was a good speech. It should have worked. And maybe, if Susan hadn't had so many daydreams about what it would be like to be pretty, and popular, and sought, after like the three girls she was so jealous of; it might have worked. But to Susan, Bunny was just another adult, trying to tell her to be satisfied with her lot in life, which was to remain a virgin until she was an old woman. Susan, to put it nicely, didn't buy it. She stared at Bunny, and then did something that, later, would shock her.

"If that's so true, why aren't You married?" she blurted. Her anger fueled more incautious words. "You're pretty, and smart, and You don't have a man. Everybody knows it. Half the boys sit around and stare at you like they're looking at a dirty magazine. Why don't You have a man? A boyfriend even?"

Her brain caught up with her mouth finally, and she closed it.

"I'm sorry." she said, horrified. "Really Miss Johnson, I didn't mean that. I'm really, really sorry."

Bunny, who had started to react to those harsh words like any woman would, took a breath. The girl's apology was sincere. She was frustrated and full of hormones. Bunny knew what that was like, and it tempered her response.

"I've been waiting for the Right man." she said softly. "I know what you're going through. I had braces when I was your age. Beside that, I had a flat chest too."

Susan's eyes went to Bunny's generous tits with a look of disbelief.

Bunny went on. "I know it's not easy for you. But hopping into bed with some guy won't solve your problems."

Bunny felt a twinge of guilt as she thought about what had happened between her and Jack. She didn't think of it as "hopping into bed", mostly because she had been so infatuated with him for so long. But on one level, that's exactly what had happened. She had hopped into bed with a man she hardly knew, and she was elated at how things had turned out. Well, elated at how they'd turned out for her. Jack was in trouble, but like most women she was quite sure she could cure him of his inability to keep it in his pants.

But right now she needed to head off this confrontation. She could deal with Jack's problem later.

"I'm going to talk to the girls." said Bunny. "If they've been fooling around I'm going to put a stop to it." She said it firmly. Susan wanted to believe it.

"Okay." said Susan, subdued now.

"And tomorrow maybe you can go skiing and this will all be water under the bridge. You should probably apologize to the girls, but if they claimed all this sex business, then they brought it on themselves. I'll remind them of that when I speak to them."

"Okay." said Susan, now wanting only for this whole conversation to be over so she could go hide somewhere.

Bunny Confronts The Girls.

Bunny's talk with the three girls Jack had been involved with; was more difficult for bunny, in some ways; and easier in others.

In the first place, she knew what had happened. They didn't know that, but her firm footing on the facts of the situation made her feel much more in control. At the same time, she couldn't divulge to them How she knew those facts. That she had seen Tiffany getting royally fucked by her boyfriend was not something she wanted to admit. That was because, under normal circumstances, a teacher would have stormed into the motor home and stopped it.

Bunny hadn't done that. And, while Tiffany might not think about that immediately, if she found out about it, she would eventually reflect on that little fact.

And to admit to the girls that Jack had confessed to her about fucking the other two of them wouldn't do at all. Any normal female teacher would have immediately called the cops; or at least ended the ski trip and gotten the girls back home.

Bunny hadn't done that either.

To add to the confusion, the three girls knew that Jack had royally fucked Bunny, while she was hopped up on pain killers. They made some assumptions about her being able to figure out that had happened, and since her public relationship with Mr. Kelly wasn't stormy in the least, they made some assumptions about her deciding that being fucked by Mr. Kelly, was a good thing. Just like they had.

They, as they thought of it, had some 'secret' knowledge of their own. It never occurred to them that Jack might have told Bunny about; them.

So, when Bunny faced the three girls, she wasn't quite sure how to proceed. The girls weren't sure what to say, if anything. They sat, looking at her.

Bunny, thinking furiously, asked the first question just to be able to say something.

"So, is it true?" she asked.

For the three girls, that question was a mine field. It wasn't specific enough to just say "No" to. All of them had been in situations where a vague question like that, got them in trouble if they just tried to deny everything. Both Melody and Linda were feeling particularly guilty, having just lost their virginities, which they had both been trained to protect at all costs. The guilt wasn't so much about losing that virginity; it was more about feeling so happy they had broken the rules, and their eager anticipation about getting their pussies stuffed again as soon as possible.

Tiffany, who had broken many more rules, and was more accomplished at lying about them, knew the safest thing to do.

"Is what true?" she asked.

Bunny, though, was just as accomplished at female sparring.

"You know what," she said. It hadn't been all that long since that kind of statement had made her spill her own guts to her mother. "What you told Susan; about having sex; with a man; here at the resort." Her pauses were punctuated by her moving closer to the girls, and staring each one in the face. Her voice left no doubt that she was quite sure that the girls Had had sex; at the resort.

Tiffany's first thought was that somehow, Bunny had found out about her and Jerry, that first night.

"We just fooled around a little bit," she said defensively.

The first crack had appeared in her teenaged armor.

"You call having sexual intercourse with a stranger; fooling around a little bit?" asked Bunny, heavily.

"It wasn't a stranger; it was Jerry!" said Tiffany, defending herself.

The crack, as is often the case, widened a bit.

"You all three had sex with Jerry?" asked Bunny, hiding a smile. With Tiffany on the defensive, she felt like she had control.

"Of course not!" squealed Linda. "I wouldn't Do it with Jerry!"

Bunny turned to her instantly. "Who Would you do it with, Linda?" She got right up in her face. She didn't believe for a second that any of them would confess to being screwed by their teacher. She just wanted to put enough pressure on all three girls to ensure that they were too scared to do anything else on the trip, with Jack or anybody else.

Linda's eyes filled with tears. She had visions of this woman telling her parents that she wasn't a virgin any more.

Tiffany made me have sex!" She bawled. "I didn't want to, but then we saw him having sex with you and she made me!"

Bunny blinked, and her mind jangled. That wasn't quite the way Jack had described things. Somehow she'd gotten the impression that she had been covered up, and that the girls didn't actually Know what had happened between the sponsors. Linda had made it plain that they had watched as Jack fucked her! Her mouth fell open.

Tiffany, disgusted with her friend for blabbing like that, saw an opportunity.

"You Do know that Mr. Kelly had sex with you, while you were drugged; don't you?" she asked sweetly. Her satisfaction vanished as she realized that she had put it in terms that would allow Bunny to deny that knowledge, which might suddenly involve police, and Everything could come unraveled.

"I mean you were all but begging for it," she added hesitantly.

Bunny's shock at finding out that these girls knew about her and Jack, prevented her from thinking. She might have answered differently if she'd have taken time to think.

"I was Not begging for it!" she snarled. "I was just confused; you saw us?"

Now it was Bunny's turn to realize, that she had just admitted something that might come back to haunt her.

Tiffany smirked. She delivered what she thought was a solid blow.

"Oh yeah, we saw you. We went in there to check on you, and there he was, on top of you, pounding away, and you Were begging for it!"

Bunny's mind clicked into defensive mode. She felt control slipping away and wanted desperately to get it back.

"It's one thing for an adult male and an adult female to have that kind of relationship, and completely another for three girls to Blackmail a teacher into having Sex with them!" she snarled.

Tiffany smirked again. "He didn't have sex with Me," she said airily. "He only had sex with Linda and Mel."

"Tiffany!" squealed both of the girls, together; their voices aghast. Both of them got physical with Tiffany, who threw up her arms to defend herself.

"Stop!" screamed Bunny.

Everybody froze.

"Sit Down!" ordered Bunny.

The girls sat, while Bunny paced. Heated looks went back and forth between the girls.

"This has gotten completely out of hand," said Bunny, more to herself than to the girls. "Something has to be done."

Tiffany, despite her cockiness, knew that if her parents found out that she and Jerry had done what they'd done, she'd be grounded for years.

"Come on, Miss Johnson, we were just fooling around," she whined. "They were curious; when we saw you and Mr. Kelly; you know;"

"You can't just go around having sex with men; especially jack!" said Bunny, heatedly.

"Why not?" asked Tiffany, completely serious. "I liked it, and they did too;"

She was interrupted again by Melody and Linda, who vociferously denied anything of the sort, feeling that their only chance was to deny everything, and blame it all on Tiffany.

"Oh shut up!" yelled Bunny. She wasn't thinking too clearly, and followed up with "You did too! Jack told me all about how you got him to;" She clamped her mouth shut. She hadn't meant to say that at all.

"Oh Did he?" crowed Tiffany. "So you knew all along about what Mr. Kelly did?"

"He came to me for help!" stuttered Bunny, helplessly.

"Why Miss Johnson!" purred Tiffany. "I had no idea you liked girls too." She grinned.

Bunny reared back, suddenly aware of the double meaning of her comment about Jack "wanting help."

"That's not what I meant!" she spluttered, now totally out of control of the situation. "I meant he asked me how to get Out of this situation!"

"Mr. Kelly didn't like making love with us?" Melody's voice held tragedy, the kind of tragedy that only a teenager is capable of voicing. It was clear that she thought her first lover couldn't stand the thought of touching her again, and her hurt because of that 'fact' was palpable.

Linda was right behind her.

"But, but he said he loved it!" she moaned, just as hurt by the idea that her dream lover; the man she had thought about marrying; had lied to her.

Bunny had visions of girls screaming rape, and tumbled further down the slippery slope she found herself on.

"No, that's not what I meant. Of course he loved being with you girls. It's just that; well; you're girls."

"He sure didn't Treat us like girls!" snapped Linda.

Tiffany just smiled. She was quite happy with the way things were going. She was certain she could control Linda and Melody, and if she could just keep Miss Johnson on the defensive, she thought she could control her too.

"I might even be Pregnant!" bawled Melody, the drama in her voice all but overwhelming.

"Shit, Shit, Shit!" moaned Bunny, about ready to cry herself. How had this gone so wrong?

Tiffany stood up.

"Everybody calm down," she said calmly, as if nothing serious was wrong at all. "Things aren't as bad as they seem."

The other three women in the room looked at her as if she had sprouted a third eye.

"Come On, you guys," chided Tiffany. "Melody you're not pregnant, and you aren't either, Linda. You just had some fun with Mr. Kelly, and you know it. He was nice to both of you, and nothing has to be done about that, at all."

She turned to Bunny.

"And you were under the influence of pain killers, and everybody knows those can make you act weird. Besides, you're right; you and Mr. Kelly have every right in the world to;" She started to say 'fuck each other's brains out,' and then thought better of it. "to be boyfriend and girlfriend," she finished. She saw some relief come into Bunny's eyes, and intentionally pulled that rug out from under the teacher. "Though, I suppose that letting the three of us watch you; having intercourse; might be frowned on by our parents."

"I didn't Let you watch!" babbled Bunny, fully on the defensive now.

"I know, but our parents would never believe that; now would they?" She smiled sweetly.

Her meaning cut straight through Bunny's shock and loss of control. She was being threatened by a student, and she reacted instantly.

"You'd try to blackmail Me Too?" she said, outraged.

Tiffany held up a hand.

"Now Miss Johnson, there's no need to get all excited. That's not what I said. What I said was that nothing happened that was against anybody's own free will. Stuff happens; right? Why do we need to do anything about it, at all? That's all I'm saying."

"You've Got to be kidding me," moaned Bunny. "High School girls can't just run around fucking teachers and think that everything is hunky dory about that!"

"We run around and let boys fuck us," said Tiffany, as if that made all the difference in the world. "What's the difference if Melody and Linda learned from a real man, or did it with Randy and Doug?"

"I do not fucking believe this," moaned Bunny.

"Come on, Miss Johnson, didn't you lose your cherry in High School?" said Tiffany. There was no trace of doubt in her voice, that she thought she was right.

"No," said Bunny, her voice controlled but intense. "I did Not lose my virginity in High School. I'll have you know that my virginity was completely intact until last night!"

"Really?" squealed Melody. "Me too!"

Bunny shot her a dark look and Melody looked down at her shoes.

"So," said Tiffany, trying to control the shock in her voice that came from being completely wrong. "Are you glad you did it?"

"That's none of your business," snapped Bunny.

"Come on, Miss Johnson," wheedled Tiffany. "We're all women here."

"We are Not all women here," huffed Bunny. "I'm your teacher and you girls are just teenagers, and this has all gone horribly wrong, somehow!"

Linda stood up. "I'm glad I did it, Miss Johnson. Mr. Kelly was really nice to me, and I had a really good time. I'm not sorry at all. As far as I'm concerned, Mr. Kelly is the best!" She tugged Melody's sleeve. Melody looked up and saw Linda nodding at her. "Don't you feel the same way Mel?"

"Uh huh," said Melody softly. She looked surprised. She looked at Bunny, who was looking at the girl quizzically. "I Do!" Mel said more firmly. "I really Do, Miss Johnson. I couldn't think of doing it with a boy, but Mr. Kelly made me feel beautiful and grown up, and I love him for that!"

How all this affected Bunny, could probably be broken down into three basic parts.

It was probably one part that both girls had abandoned their dramatic wails, and were speaking in voices that sounded genuine, and one part that the threat of someone yelling "Rape" had abated significantly.

But the other part was something more personal to Bunny, and that was the fact that she knew exactly how these girls felt. She, too, had lost her virginity to Jack, and she had loved every second of it. He Was a kind and generous lover, and she had no doubt that he had made both girls feel like women, during the act.

She looked at Tiffany, whose face showed much more anxiousness than she would have believed; or been happy about.

"What about you?" she asked. "How do you feel about what Jack did with you?"

Tiffany's look of surprise flickered across her face, and was replaced by a tentative smile.

"Oh I didn't do That with him. That would be cheating on Jerry," she said, as if a teenage girl having sex with her boyfriend, and being true to him was somehow admirable. Her relief at being able to say that, made her tongue looser than she had planned. "All I did was show the girls how giving him a blowjob, was fun." She looked startled that she'd said that.

Bunny groaned. "You had oral sex with Jack, too?"

Melody and Linda, feeling much better now that Bunny wasn't screaming at them any more, nodded brightly. Tiffany just covered her eyes with one hand.

Melody's anguished pronouncement that she might be pregnant, sprang full fledged into Bunny's mind, suddenly.

"You said you might be pregnant!" she gasped. "Jack said he got some condoms!"

"Oh;" said Melody, somewhat sheepishly. "Well, um; that was after Linda; and we sort of got carried away in the motor home; and he tried to stop and all; but I didn't want to; and;" Her voice trailed off.

"That, girls, is why young; women; should not get involved in having casual sex!" grunted Bunny. "It's way too easy to get; what did you say Melody?; carried away?"

"Um;" said Tiffany, her voice less sure than it had been. "I don't believe he; um; used one with you either, Miss Johnson."

Now it was Bunny who covered her eyes with her hand. No matter what she threw at these girls, they somehow managed to turn it all around on her.

Finally Bunny was able to look at the girls again.

"Okay," she said heavily. "But we have to do something about this. Jack is a man, and we all know how weak men are, when women seduce them. It isn't fair to him for you to flaunt yourselves around him and ask him to have sex with you. Not only could he lose his job, it's illegal, and he could get in a Lot of trouble. You don't want that to happen, do you?" she asked hopefully.

None of the girls actually said anything, but all three shook their heads.

"No, of course you don't," said Bunny, trying to convince them all. "So, no more sex with Jack; right?"

Bunny should have known better than to phrase things in that way. We can cut her a little slack, though, since she was still rattled by all the unintended disclosures about her own sex life. Had she been thinking a little more clearly, she might have said "So, no more sex on this trip; right?"

The first thing all three girls thought of was, that while they had been planning on having sex again; as soon as possible; it wasn't with Jack; at least not in particular. Tiffany, of course, had Jerry to satisfy her. And, after they left Jack alone in the motor home, she had convinced both her friends that they could have boyfriends by the time they left the resort. Tiffany had matched up Melody with Randy, and then promptly told Linda that Doug was the boy for her.

So, it wasn't completely a lie for the girls to promise Miss Johnson that they wouldn't have sex with Jack any more. They just left out the fact that they might have sex with the boys on the trip.

And, since all of them were more or less uncomfortable with the subject under discussion, they were all eager to end the meeting and go elsewhere.

Chapter Six.

A Shaky Truce.

It was surely just coincidence that all four women left the meeting with sex on their minds; to the point that all four women intended to get involved in sex as soon as possible.

It was no coincidence, however, that only one of the women actually controlled her urge to mate. Bunny didn't seek Jack out immediately. Instead, she went looking for Susan, to make sure that Susan didn't blow things up, now that they appeared to be under control.

Tiffany, Melody and Linda, however, went looking for the boys. It was still relatively early, and if Jack wasn't going to be fucking them in the motor home; well; that didn't mean they couldn't have any fun.

The timing of things from that point on was not only interesting, it was actually fascinating, considering how things turned out.

First, after talking to Susan, Bunny felt free to go find Jack and report that things were under control. She found him in the boys' suite, more or less hiding. She made her report, and then announced that there were another probably two or three hours before the kids would show up at the rooms for curfew. She dragged Jack through the connecting door, while engaged in a torrid kiss. It wasn't until she dropped her silky blouse that she remembered to go lock the door to the girls' suite. Then, for good measure, she locked the connecting door too, and put out the "do not disturb" sign. Finally she turned to find Jack staring at her in appreciation.

"You, mister, are not going to spend any more energy on teenaged girls!" she barked. "I made sure of that. Now all that energy is for Me!"

She dropped her bra on the floor and pushed at her pants, causing a wiggly titty show which fully mesmerized Jack.

"Yes Ma'am!" said Jack, laughing, when he regained his coherence.

Mel and Linda were still a little miffed at Tiffany. She had talked them into things that, while they ended up loving, they weren't at all happy that Miss Johnson now knew about. They snubbed her as a result. They found the boys together, watching the big plasma TV in the back of the lobby. Tiffany, recognizing that the girls were still unhappy with her, simply took Jerry's hand and pulled him out of the room.

"We're going to go check out the night skiers," she said over her shoulder.

That left Mel and Linda on their own. Both had a sense of self confidence, stemming from the loss of their virginities, that translated into making them much more bold than they would have been only twenty-four hours earlier. Within minutes, Linda suggested to Doug that she loved to look at the stars. Doug wasn't stupid, and immediately agreed to take her to a balcony, off the lobby, where the stars could be looked at perfectly. Randy, finding himself alone with a girl he had lusted after on more than one occasion, stepped up to the plate to see how many bases he could get to before the game was called.

It had to be coincidence that the last two members of the group, Susan and Ronda, walked into the lounge just after it had been vacated by the others.

"Where is everybody?" asked Ronda. She was a light framed girl, with braces, who still wore her hair habitually in what her mother fondly called "dog ears." She was a tomboy, but had four brothers, two older and two younger, so she didn't mind that a bit. Boys didn't interest her quite as much as they would most other girls, because she was around so many of them, for so much of the time, that she knew more about boys than most girls would by the time they were twenty.

"I don't know where they Are," said Susan heavily, "but I know where they'd better Not be!"

"What in the world is wrong with you?" asked Ronda. "What was all that stuff at supper?"

Susan had been happy, at first, when Miss Johnson found her and explained that she had, in fact, had a long talk with what Susan thought of as "the three sluts." Bunny had assured her that the problem had been dealt with. Then Susan thought about what that meant. She had just Had to open her mouth around adults, and had, for all intents and purposes, dimed out the girls. She knew what that would mean the next time she saw any of the sluts. They would make her life miserable from now on, and it wouldn't just be here at the resort. They'd make her life miserable back home too. That made her pissed off at the sluts, because they had brought it on themselves, as far as she was concerned.

So, Susan shared all her frustration with the only other girl on the trip who wasn't a "slut."

She was a little miffed when, after she was done, Ronda's reaction was less than supportive.

"What did you expect?" asked Ronda seriously. "Sex is all most girls think about. Boy's too, for that matter."

"Well You don't think about sex all the time," said Susan.

"Who says?" laughed Ronda. "I'm just reasonable about it, that's all. I know I'm not good looking. But there are lots of boys out there, and I'm sure one of them is going to be attracted to me one of these days. I'm just not in a big hurry about it, like other girls are."

"But it's not fair!" insisted Susan. "We came on this trip to ski, but all they want to do is get laid."

Ronda looked at her friend thoughtfully. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," said Susan.

"If a cute guy came up to you and wanted to talk to you, would you stand around and talk to him?"

"Well, sure," said Susan.

"And if he wanted to make out, would you do that with him?" asked Ronda.

"I don't know," said Susan. "It would depend on whether I liked him or not."

"Okay, so this really cute guy comes up to you, and you talk for a while, and you like him a lot, and he wants to make out. Would you then?"

"I guess so," said Susan.

"And that makes you different from Tiffany and Melody and Linda; how?" asked Ronda.

"It is different!" insisted Susan. "They let some man have Sex with them!"

"Okay, so they found some guy, who they thought was cute or something, and he paid some attention to them, and they decided to make out with him, and; well, you know;" Ronda shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I just don't see the big difference between doing that with a man and doing it with your boyfriend."

"But we came here to Ski!" moaned Susan.

"No, you and I came here to ski," corrected her friend. "The others came here to be horny. Don't you ever get horny?"

"Well of course I do," snapped Susan. "I just don't hop in the sack with every man I meet to deal with it!"

"Have you Ever hopped in the sack to deal with it?" asked Ronda.

Susan looked outraged. "What kind of question is that? I'm not going to talk about my sex life with you!"

"You're talking about Tiffany's and Melody's and Linda's sex lives with me," pointed out Ronda. "Why can't we talk about yours too?"

"Well, have You had sex?" asked Susan angrily.

"Twice," said Ronda immediately.

Susan hadn't thought she'd answer, and she Sure hadn't thought a girl like Ronda would have had sex at all.

"Really?" she asked curiously.

"Really," said Ronda calmly. "It wasn't that much fun, so I don't do it a lot."

"Who with?" asked Susan instinctively.

"You don't seem to have any trouble discussing My sex life either," said Ronda.

Susan clapped her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry Ronda, really. I shouldn't have asked that. I just get so frustrated."

"So you're a virgin, and you see all these girls around you who get to have fun, and you're jealous," said Ronda.

Susan took a breath. "I didn't say that!" she snapped.

"But that's the real deal; isn't it?" asked Ronda.

"I don't think I want to talk to you any more," said Susan, frowning.

"Well, who else are you going to talk to? Nobody else seems to be around," said Ronda maddeningly.

Susan used that as a distraction. "Yeah, where Is everybody, anyway?"

Ronda, who was in pretty good touch with her own sexuality, and pretty comfortable with it as well, recognized that, if she pushed things, she might not have anybody to talk to, so she backed off a bit. She liked to snow board alone, but she also liked to be social when she got the chance, and she liked Susan, even if she was a little stiff about things.

"Let's go find them," she suggested.

Triple-Booked Motor Home.

Doug and Linda actually spent five or six minutes looking at the stars. Then Linda, in a completely transparent move, said she was cold, and asked if she could unzip their parkas and huddle for warmth.

Huddling for warmth involved a lot of stroking of each other's backs while they traded long, wet kisses, and when Doug decided her tits needed some stroking too, Linda sighed and braved the cold to let his hands go where no other boy's hands had gone before.

"Um, you feel so soft," said Doug between kisses.

Linda pressed her loins against his.

"And you feel so; hard," she sighed.

"I've always thought you were the best looking girl in school," he tried.

"I know a place we can go where we wouldn't have to stand up," she offered.

Shortly after that, she was pulling him, hand in hand, to the motor home.

For Melody and Randy, it was neither as seamless, or as comfortable. Randy, being a boy, thought he was the frosting on the cake, and when Melody finally returned his interest, it just confirmed in his own mind that he was irresistible.

Melody, while very interested in playing the sexual game with Randy, wasn't sure yet just how far she wanted to play. It was possible, though she didn't think about it that way, that she wanted to be wooed a little bit.

When Randy suggested they go back to one of the suites, therefore, Melody resisted a little. He was jumping way ahead of the game she wanted to play.

"Aren't you rushing things just a little bit?" she asked, demurely.

"Oh, come on Melody," he whined. "I heard about you and Lonny."

It was decidedly the wrong thing to say.

Melody's rage was instant and white hot.

"If you believe that Shit," she yelled, "then you don't deserve to get even as far as He did, and He didn't get much farther than you already Have!"

Randy looked around. Her voice was drawing attention.

"Hey, take it easy," he said, hushing her. "No pressure. I mean you hear things, and sometimes they're for real. Come on, Melody, don't be mad at me. I think you're hot."

"I don't think I'm interested in being around you any more," Mel sulked. "I'm not that kind of girl. I've only been talking to you for ten minutes and you're already trying to get me in bed!"

Randy, who really Did think Mel was hot, and who had already thought through (several times) the fantasy he planned with her, felt the agony of defeat.

"That's not it at all," he whined. "I just want to be with you. I invited you to go skiing, didn't I?"

Mel realized that if she ran him off, she'd be alone, and that didn't appeal to her either.

"Well, that's true, I guess. But I want you to know; nothing happened with Lonny; Nothing! You just remember that, buster!"

Randy held out his hands. "No problem. No pressure. So; what do you want to do?" He had to ask that. In fact, Randy couldn't think of anything else to do But make out, or ski, maybe. He just wasn't wired that way.

"Well, why don't we go somewhere and talk?" asked Melody, having a fantasy of her own, where he was intent, and patient, and lavished his attention on her. Teenage girls' fantasies aren't really any more realistic than their male counterparts' fantasies.

"Okay," he said eagerly. At least they'd be together, and maybe he could work his magic on her, given enough time. "So, where do you want to go to talk?"

"Oh; I was thinking that the motor home might be a good place. It would be quiet there;"

Randy, who had listened avidly to Jerry describe how he had banged his girlfriend in the very same motor home, smiled. That fantasy plaid through his mind again.

"Great," he grinned. "Let's go."

Ronda and Susan checked the lounge, and the balcony, and the pro shop and the gift shop. They even went to the ski lifts that operated at night, and rode to the top, and then back down again when they didn't see any of the other kids.

"We've checked everywhere," said Ronda, exasperated. "Maybe they're in the rooms."

Susan's suspicions had been building as they looked fruitlessly for the others.

"They wouldn't go there," she said. "If they're doing what I Think they're doing, they'd want more privacy." She frowned. "There's one place we haven't looked," she muttered. "Come on."

When Doug and Linda got to the motor home, they just went on in. To be completely honest, Linda thought she was just getting there before Tiffany and Jerry, which was why she took Doug directly there.

She was wrong, though. The motor home was already in use.

They figured that out as they stomped up the steps and slammed the door behind them.

"Oh, Tiffy, you feel so good, baby," came Jerry's obviously lustful voice.

"What was that noise?" came Tiffany's fearful voice.

"Well lookie here," crowed Doug, surveying Tiffany and Jerry, who were both buck naked, with Jerry firmly in the saddle.

"Linda!" wailed Tiffany.

"Sorry," sighed Linda. "I didn't think you'd be here yet."

Jerry hadn't missed a stroke. He was intent on busting another nut in his gorgeous girlfriend. He still didn't have any rubbers, and had promised to pull out again, but he knew he wouldn't, when the time came. And the time had been coming when they were interrupted.

"Join the party," he panted. "We turned on the auxiliary heater."

"Jerry," moaned Tiffany, embarrassed to have Doug looking at them.

"Oh, come on," he grunted, pressing deep into her. "It'll be a kick to do it with somebody else here, too."

Linda turned around to find Doug blocking her way back out of the coach. She felt a burst of heat in her loins as she thought about doing the same thing Tiff and Jerry were doing.

"I'm cold again, Dougie," she murmured, ignoring the fact that the interior temperature of the coach was quite nice.

Doug pushed her past the two rutting teenagers and worked the catch to the other bed like he had done it a hundred times. The bed flopped down. He turned around to find Linda tearing off her clothes. He didn't stop to think that was a strange thing for a girl who was complaining of being cold to do. He just started tearing off his own clothes too. Two minutes later the two youths wiggled on cool sheets, kissing and groping each other as, at last, they were naked together.

Doug's hand dove between them, and between Linda's legs. His fingers found slippery, hot pussy.

"Oh, Linda," he moaned. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

"Shut up and kiss me," Linda moaned back.

Melody didn't want to look to anxious, so she led Randy in a roundabout way through the resort, and eventually into the parking lot. Randy, finally in temporary control of his libido, tried to think of things to talk about. He wasn't very good at talking, at least not to girls, but he tried.

As they approached the motor home, he commented: "Hey, there's a light on in there."

"Damn," muttered Melody. "I hoped they wouldn't be there."

"Who?" asked Randy.

"The others," she said impatiently.

"What others?" asked the unthinking boy.

"Who do you think?" she almost snarled. "Tiffany and Jerry!"

"Oh," said Randy. Then he perked up. "Oh!" Then he got worried that Melody wouldn't go in there if she thought Tiffany and Jerry were doing what He thought Tiffany and Jerry were doing. At least that's what he'd be doing if he were Jerry.

"Maybe they're just talking; like us," he said hopefully.

Melody stopped. This 'relationship' stuff wasn't as easy as it was supposed to be. She had hoped to be talked into things. Now, with the motor home already inhabited, she wouldn't be in total control. She turned to Randy.

"Just how bad do you want to get in my panties?" she asked calmly.

Randy, unprepared for such a question, went with the first thing that came to mind.

"Bad, Melody!" He at least had the presence to cringe a little after he said it.

"Then we do things My way! Is that clear?" she said, leaning towards him.

"Yeah! Sure! Okay!" he babbled.

Melody opened the door and felt the wave of heat waft out. She didn't know how they had heated the place up, but she was glad, remembering her defloration in much more frigid conditions. She stomped up the steps too, pulling Randy after her. When she saw two young couples, with both males writhing on top of both females, she gritted her teeth and pulled Randy between them.

"Don't mind us," she said airily. "We're just going to go to the back of the bus to talk."

She felt Randy stumble as he gazed in wonder at his first view ever of somebody actually 'doing it' in real life. About the same time she heard Linda's delighted laugh.

"Yeah, right; talk!"

"Shut up Linda," snarled Melody, glancing down to see Linda's feet shoot up into the air on either side of Doug's slim hips.

Melody's mood didn't improve as she pulled Randy to the back of the coach, where there was another bed that could be pulled out. She tried to figure out how to unlatch it, but couldn't.

"Let me help," offered Randy, who kept looking back down the aisle at the other two couples.

"You're here to talk to me!" snarled Melody.

It finally penetrated into Randy's thick skull that Melody wanted him to pay attention to her; and in a way that made it clear that he was paying attention Only to her. In a strange way, he understood that. He had been out with lots of girls who snuck looks at other guys, or other couples, playing the popularity game while they were out with him. And that tiny part of his revved up, hormone laden brain, spoke loudly to the rest of his consciousness. It wasn't a lofty kind of communication. It was more along the lines of "If you want to get her as naked as those other two babes out there, and if you want to be naked While she's being naked; you'd better make her very happy!"

He stopped, and stood up.

"Look," he said patiently. "I want to spend this time with you. Maybe all we'll do is really talk, and that's Okay with me. But I'm not thinking of any girl but you right now."

Melody felt a rush of relief, as something not horribly far off from what she fantasized, was said to her. Her response was to kiss the boy who had said that wonderful thing to her.

Then she attacked the bed. It finally popped open with a lurch. She turned to the boy who had suddenly become her dream lover, and kissed him again.

"I don't want to be naked; yet;" she breathed into his lips.

"Okay," he said eagerly. He heard that "yet" loud and clear. His cock heard it too, and sprang to attention in his pants.

Less than two minutes later he had his hand up her shirt, her bra unclipped, and she was moaning into his mouth as he squeezed her stiff nipples.

Jack and Bunny Try Latex.

In the girl's suite, Bunny pulled her lips tightly up Jack's stiff cock, from the base to the tip. She swallowed a mixture of saliva and pre-cum and smacked her lips. One of Jack's fingers was buried in her horny pussy, and he was rubbing the most delicious spot on the top of her newly used channel. She spread her legs more, and wiggled her hips as he rubbed her clit with the web of his hand.

"Hmm, I don't want to wait any more," she moaned, looking at the tip of his cock.

"Then don't," he gasped.

"But sucking you is so much fun!" she said brightly.

"Just do something," pleaded Jack.

"Am I better than those skinny girls?" she asked, squeezing his cock in her fist.

"What girls?" he moaned.

"You know just how to make me feel so good," sighed Bunny, and she swallowed him whole again.

Detective Sue.

"I knew it!" snarled Susan as she slid across the parking lot.

"What?" asked Ronda.

"They're in the motor home!" puffed Susan, barely keeping from falling as she tried to hurry.

"What do you suppose they're doing in there?" asked Ronda with a completely straight face. She had to work hard to control her grin.

Susan skidded to a stop and whirled to face her friend.

"You know what they're doing!" she said with acid in her voice. "They're having Sex! That's what they're doing!"

"You don't know that," chided Ronda. As far as she was concerned, the vast majority of claims made by teenagers about having sex were blatant lies. If as many girls as claimed were having sex were actually having sex, there's be a whole lot more of them turning up pregnant, pills or no pills. And, since there weren't, the way she reasoned it, then they weren't having all that sex.

"I'll Show you!" grumped Susan.

"We can't just walk in there," said Ronda.

"Why not? It's our travel trailer too!" said Susan stubbornly.

"It's a motor home, Susan," said Ronda gently.

"Oh!" sputtered Susan. "I know that! You know what I meant. We have just as much right to go in there as they do!"

"What if they really Are having sex?" asked Ronda.

"Well, Miss Johnson said she told them not to do it any more! And if they are then; then; then; we'll Tell on them!"

Ronda frowned. Her opinion about snitches was pretty much like that of any other teenager.

"Let's just make sure before we go off half cocked," she said.

Ronda looked around.

"Over there; see that trash barrel? Let's roll it over to a window and peek in. Maybe they aren't doing anything. If we just walk in, and they are doing anything, and then they get in trouble, they'll know who tattled. But if we peek through the window, they won't know we're there, and then you can go get Miss Johnson."

"Good idea!" whispered Susan, getting caught up in the idea of spying secretly.

Together they rolled the steel drum across the snow and stood it on its empty end. Ronda hopped up before Susan could, to keep her from looking first. Ronda fully expected to see the teens inside, maybe drinking or smoking, but not having sex. Who had sex while somebody else was right there with you, anyway? It was just one more reason she didn't think she'd see anything worth looking at.

As she pressed her eye against the cold glass of the big picture window on the side of the coach, and peeked between the almost closed Venetian blinds inside, her breath caught in her throat as she realized Susan was right.

She stared in just as Jerry started spewing Tiffany full of boy juice.

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

Ronda 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 cock 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."

Ronda 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 cousin, 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.

It was last Fall, when her cousin, Ralph, stayed with them. Ralph had landed a job as a postal carrier and stayed with her family until he set up his own apartment. She Had been thrilled as her cousin pinned her to the bed and filled her to the brim with his thick cock. 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 cousin'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 tits were flopping up and down as she thrust her hips up at each lunge.

"You Can't Cum 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 cock started spurting; deep in her pussy.

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

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

Ronda started to pull back, just as Tiffany managed to shove Jerry off of her, and saw his still stiff cock drift away from Tiffany's swollen, red pussy. There was a long string of thick white spunk that went from the tip of his cock 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 Ronda 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 Okay?"

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

"Are they having sex?" whispered Susan.

"Not any more," said Ronda, 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.

To be continued. Based on a post by Lubrican, for Sex Stories.