Chapter 7

"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 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 prick started spurting... deep in her pussy.

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

"I'M SORRYYEEEEEEEE" 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 spurt 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 words spoken, but the rasping breath of people in the act of making passionate sex hadn't been audible through the windows of the coach.

Not so in the room they walked into.

It sounded like the locker room of a track team after the hundred yard dash. There were gasps and grunts and moans and groans, some in a high, soprano register, and others deeper, sounding almost animalistic.

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... NOWWWWWWW!"

"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, 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, 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.