Chapter 1
The white-haired man with ruddy cheeks and a full mustache watched the little girls from Pleasant Valley Grammar School board the bus. Their short skirts lifted as they stepped up, exposing firm, slender thighs.
The man who was supposed to drive the bus, 22-year-old Rick Markum, watched the fifth grade teacher, blonde and ponytailed Janice Wilson. Though she was about his age and unmarried, she studiously avoided looking at him.
Also going on the 3,000-mile roundtrip was Edna Sawyer, the sixth grade teacher, and she exhibited no such reserve. A divorcee who had just turned 30, she stared at the handsome young man with obvious interest.
The parents, who had come to the school on the first Saturday of summer vacation to see their little darlings off, looked only at them as they got onto the bus. One mother called a last minute reminder to "listen to Uncle Jim and do everything he tells you!"
"Mind your teachers, too!" one of the daddies said.
"Shit," Edna remarked under her breath to Janice, "I'll be glad when we get this fucking show on the road!"
The young blonde frowned. She didn't know how she was going to put up with dirty-talking Edna for the entire two weeks. If the school board had known how immoral Edna was, they wouldn't have chosen her as one of the chaperones for the children, Janice thought. But on the other hand, maybe she was making out with a board member. Janice wouldn't have put anything past her.
"All right, children!" old Jim Grover called after the last of the dozen kids-seven girls and five boys-had gotten onto the small bus. Sticking his bushy white head through the doorway, he said, "Sit down now and be quiet. We'll be leaving in a few minutes."
While Jim stepped over to talk with the head of the parents committee which had arranged the trip to Disneyland for the fifth and sixth grade winners of the scholarship contest, Rick ambled to where the teachers were standing.
Edna beamed at him. Janice glanced away.
"Well, are you ladies ready?" he asked with a boyish grin.
"I'm always ready!" the older teacher said. Her frosted ash-blonde hair was cut short and styled in tousled waves. She looked sophisticated in a trim, sleeveless dress of burnt orange, high heels, and sleek nylons. Her figure also was trim, with impudent, high-set titties and compact hips.
Pretty in a wholesome, cornfed way, Janice offered an interesting contrast. Having been born and brought up on a farm near Pleasant Valley, she wore a simple skirt and blouse, along with low heels. Her wheat-colored hair was caught by clips at both sides and a rubber band at the top so that it fell in a wide horse's tail down her back. At her forehead, it dangled in loose bangs. Her figure was chunky, with orblike tits and a generous but shapely ass. She wore only a touch of pale lipstick while Edna was dolled up in false lashes, eye shadow, and creamy-pink lip-gloss. The older girl was from Chicago and had come to Pleasant Valley at the beginning of the last semester because teaching jobs in the city were scarce.
"How about you, Miss Wilson?" Rick asked the younger one. "Ready to have a lot of fun?"
"I'm looking forward to visiting Disneyland, if that's what you mean," she sniffed.
"Well, that's part of it."
Slim, with thick black hair and sideburns, Rick had regular features and a boyish, easygoing way. His lips were sensuous for a man's. He had dark eyes that could strip a woman and make her like it-but not Janice, for some reason which bothered him.
"Oh, Rick! Can I see you a minute?"
"Will you ladies excuse me?" Rick said with a smile, and responded to his employer's summons.
"What a stud!" Edna murmured to Janice.
"How're you making out?" Jim inquired in a confidential tone as Rick strolled over in snug jeans and a shirt open halfway to his waist.
"I got the older one made," he said. "But the young one's not interested-so far."
"Well, I'll drive and you sit in back with 'em. Work on that blonde. Prudes like her can give us a lotta trouble."
"How about taking the other broad off my hands?" Rick suggested.
"Are you kidding! You know I don't like 'em over 11 years old."
"You dog!" Rick said, and grinned.
"Okay, ladies!" he called to the teachers. "Time to get on the bus!"
The youngsters chattered as the bus rolled down the road. They had been herded to the front of the vehicle so that the teachers and Rick could have a little privacy in the back. Also, Jim liked to look up the little girls' legs as they sat with their knees carelessly parted. He had tilted his rear-view mirror downward for that purpose, and so far he had counted two pairs of pink panties and one white with little flowers on them.
Rick sat between the two women on the wide rear seat.
"Ever been away from Pleasant Valley before, Miss Wilson?" he asked, smiling at the blonde.
"Of course I have," she said. "When I attended teachers' college."
"Oh, sure!" Rick said. "I forgot you were a college girl."
"I've lived in Chicago most of my life," Edna put in. "Where are you from, Mr. Markum?"
"Hey, call me Rick. I'm a California boy, born in Fullerton, about three miles from where we're going."
"I just knew it!" Edna chirped. "You have that California look!" She placed a hand on his tight-pantsed thigh.
Janice glanced out the window. Let Edna fool around with him! she thought. Then maybe he'll leave ME alone.
The bus slowed, pulled off the road, and parked next to a rustic gas station.
"Time for a comfort stop!" Jim called. "The little girls' room is over there," he pointed, "and the boys' room is on the opposite side."
"Man, we can spell!" a towheaded youth, named Alex Olsen, sassed.
The children bounded off the bus, heading for the outhouses.
"Do either of you ladies need relief?" Rick asked.
Janice blushed. "No, thank you," she said.
"Well, I do!" announced Edna, and stood up to squeeze past Rick's knees. She waggled her bottom in front of him, as if to say, How'd you like to fuck it?
He got up and followed her. Once off the bus, they went their separate ways. Since the men's outhouse was overflowing with boys, Rick walked around behind and unzipped his pants.
Edna appeared, around the comer of the main building, just as he was starting to pee. He kept pissing and grinned at her.
Though she was the forward type, he still expected her to blush and run. But she blushed only slightly and didn't retreat at all. On the contrary, she brazenly approached and asked with a saucy smile:
"Need any help?"
"You can hold it if you want to," Rick offered now realizing he could be as bold with her as he liked.
She took hold of his long, limber penis and aimed it higher, shooting his stream of urine into the tall weeds.
"I thought you had to do some business of your own," he said.
"I do, but-my God!-the place is just a one-holer. The kids are all lined up. Mmmm, Rick, you have a nice cock! Do you know that?" she gave it a shake.
"Women have told me."
"I'll bet they have! I'd like to see it hard!"
"Be my guest," Rick replied as she milked the last drops of urine from it.
"Right now?" she asked excitedly.
"Sure. We've got a few minutes."
Edna stared intently at his dick and began to stroke it, gliding her curved fingers up and down across the ridge of his rosy glans. His stem immediately stiffened, and his knob swelled.
He reached down Edna's back and lifted her skirt.
"Ooh, God!" she said. "We're right in the open!"
"Yeah, but that's a vacant field in front of us, and nobody can see us from the street."
He stroked her thighs above the tops of her stockings, finding them firm and smooth. His fingers crept up a garter and into her silken pants.
"Oooh! Wowww! Finger me!" she said, as she stroked the young man's rigidly upthrust prick.
He could have reached around to her front and gotten to her pussy. But instead, he chose to wiggle a finger between her supple buttocks. He touched the puckered dimple which was secreted there.
She panted and squirmed, jacking him off all the harder. He twisted his impetuous finger at her anal gate, and the end-joint popped in.
"Yesssssss!" she said.
Her asshole contracted spastically around his invading digit, obviously enjoying the penetration. He gave her another joint, and she gasped.
His long prick throbbed in her hand, straining forward and up. The hole at the tip of his organ gaped, and clear honey drooled out.
"I'd love to ... suck it!" Edna panted. "But I don't dare here!"
"We've got a date for later," Rick replied, and circled his finger in her anus, stretching the rubbery ring.
He gave her the third joint, so that his entire finger was sticking up her ass and his fist was jammed between her vibrating buttocks. He began to stroke his finger in and out, stretching her panties against the back of his hand. Her skirt was bunched on his arm, exposing her pale thighs above her stockingtops-but there was no one to see.
Rick's balls pulled up in his jockey shorts, and his hard-on twitched in the woman's fast-stroking grip. He was going to shoot very soon.
He frigged her asshole faster and faster, giving her a hot, erotic buzz, even though he hadn't stimulated any of her conventional sex-nerves. She bucked forward and back, having difficulty maintaining her masturbatory rhythm on his cock. But she bravely continued, while bumping her bottom against the devilish thrusts of his finger.
She gasped and squirmed.
"Ooooh, maaaaaan!" she moaned. "I think I'm going to ... CUMMMMMM!"
Her bumps became ragged, and her asshole rippled grabbingly on Rick's pumping digit. She shivered from head to toes. Her hand gripped the ridge of Rick's hard-on and squeezed fiercely. That set him off, and his cockhead pulsated in her grasp. Jets of thick, milkish sperm shot from the end of his organ, arcing up and dropping into the weeds.
"Ooooooh, shit!" Edna said in pleasurable satisfaction, as he pulled his finger from her asshole with a pop.
He let her panties snap back and her skirt drop. He held his finger up.
"Speaking of shit," he said with a grin, calling her attention to the brown stain.
"Well, I'm Sorry!" She blushed.
He laughed. "Hell, I had my finger four inches up your asshole, baby! What do you think I expected-strawberry ice cream?"
He picked some discarded paper from a trash barrel and wiped his finger off.
"You're a dirty guy-do you know that?" Edna purred, cuddling up.
"Hell, honey ... I just try to give ladies what they like."
They kissed with nibbling lips, then tongues which stroked in the open. Finally their mouths caught and clung.
Rick had promoted himself a hot time with Edna for that night, he felt sure. He was just as certain that Jim was going to be mad at him, because the old man had wanted him to concentrate on the blonde. She interested Rick more, also. But, first things first ...
Around behind the girls' outhouse Jim stood and peeked through a knothole in the rough-boarded wall. He stroked his thick white mustache, and his blue eyes gleamed roguishly as he watched a pretty little sixth-grader, with short black hair, raise her skirt. Her name was Betty, and she had just turned twelve.
She turned, unconsciously directing her backside toward Jim, who sighted over the toilet bench. Down came her little white panties, and he gazed delightedly at her girlish bottom, which she prepared to place on the hole.
There was a very sparse scattering of tiny hairs along her tight-lipped babycunt. Her asshole was intriguingly small.
She squatted on the rustic toilet, and Jim heard her wee-wee splatter into the pit below.
The old fellow's penis swelled and started to get stiff.
When Betty raised her bottom and used toilet paper to dry her childish pussy, his cock got harder yet.
The young brunette was followed into the outhouse by a slender little blonde, who had to be at least a year younger. Her name was Lavonne, and she was a member of the fifth-grade group, Jim recalled from his list. Her panties were cute little pink ones, and she pulled them down as she presented her cheeky, small bottom to his gaze.
His old prick pushed against the interior of his clothes and quivered, because this child didn't have a hair between her legs or on her doll-like cunt. She poised herself above the toilet hole and peed.
"Uncle" Jim let his prick out of his pants and began to stroke the gnarled, thickly veined log, rolling his foreskin up and down.
The third girl to enter the outhouse was tall and a bit on the gawky side. She had brown hair and was another twelve-year-old, Jim figured-or almost. But she had no hair on her pussy, Jim noted, as she pointed it his way, and he pumped his old cock harder as she peed.
The fourth girl was blonde and cuddly, and Jim remembered that her name was Joyce. She was just eleven. Her panties were white, with little pink flowers, and her cunt was quite the prettiest he had seen yet.
Lust churned in his balls as her piss splattered lightly into the toilet pit. He rolled his loose hood faster up and down his sexual limb. Joyce raised her pretty bottom to wipe herself and, in the process parted the lips of her pussy just enough for him to glimpse moist pinkness within. Jim shot.
"Uuuuuuh!" he groaned as his semen pumped out the end of his quivering organ and splattered onto the ground.
The little girl straightened quickly, having heard the sound he made. She glanced about, but evidently didn't see the hole through which he had been spying on her. Nevertheless, she pulled up her panties in a hurry and left the John ...
Back in the bus, Jan-ice squirmed in her seat and wished they could get started. Most of the kids were back. But where was the tour director and that young punk driver-who, for some reason, had not been driving today? Not that she cared. If Rick didn't come back at all, she would feel relieved.
But he returned ... and smiled at her.
"It'll be quite awhile before we stop again," he said. "You wouldn't want to wet your panties."
She slapped his face, and several of the children looked around. Two little girls giggled.
Janice was blushing fiercely. Rick just grinned.
Edna returned and crawled past Rick to take the seat she had occupied before.
"Did you finally get to the hole?" he asked.
"Oh, for goodness sake!" Janice declared. "I'm going to sit somewhere else!"
She rose, but Rick didn't move his legs. Had she persisted and squeezed past, she would have been forced to rub against his knees and might have gotten her skirt hung up. She sat down again and angrily stared out the window.
"Look ... I'm sorry," Rick said after awhile. "I was just kidding around."
Janice didn't answer him.
"Forget about her," Edna whispered into his ear. "She hates men."
It didn't figure, he thought. A pretty, young girl like that! He wondered if she was a virgin.
Edna derailed his thought train by gliding a hand down his inner thigh and wiggling her fingers a little. They were only an inch or so from his cock and balls.
The last of the children returned to the bus, followed by Jim. He slid into the driver's seat and put on his dark glasses.
"California, here we come!" he called, then shut the door, and they were off ...