Chapter 13
"How was Disneyland, Alex?" Joyce wanted to know, when he and the other children returned from their first day's outing.
"It was neat!" the towheaded 12-year-old replied. "Too bad you didn't get to go."
"Don't feel sorry for me, Alex," she said, and her blue eyes sparkled as if she knew a naughty secret. "Betty and I had some fun, too."
"Yeah? Doing what?"
"Well, Uncle Jim took us to this house and ... " The 11-year-old girl glanced quickly about. "Let's not talk about it here, with the other kids around. Why don't we go and sit in the bus?"
The idea pleased Alex, because he'd been wanting to get Joyce alone ever since he had watched his teacher taking Rick's cock in her mouth. The boy hoped maybe he could get Joyce to do that with his small but very excitable pecker.
They walked to the bus, which was parked at the end of the rambling motel building. Meanwhile, the other children were trooping inside.
Uncle Jim hadn't bothered to lock the bus. Joyce and Alex climbed up into it and sat on a rear seat in the pleasant, warm dimness of evening. A streetlight, not far away, provided just enough illumination to let the children see each other without making them nervous or embarrassed.
"So, what did you do at that house?" Alex asked, partly out of curiosity and partly because he was too bashful to just come right out and say, Joyce, suck my cock!
"Well, it was kind of funny," the pretty little girl replied, again with a strangely wise look in her young eyes. "There was this lady named Delia, a friend of Uncle Jim's, and she had a really nice place."
"But what did you do?" Alex pressed, becoming impatient.
"Well, Betty stayed with Delia while Uncle Jim took me into a room that had a bed in it ... "
Alex's eyes lit up. "Yeah?"
"And Uncle Jim asked me to lie down on the bed."
"Did you?" Alex asked, getting excited.
"Yes. I wasn't afraid of Uncle Jim."
"What happened?"
"Well, he asked me to take my clothes off ... and I did it."
"No kidding?" Alex's childish pecker got hard.
"Uncle Jim took his clothes off, too!"
Alex squirmed, and a rosiness came to his cheeks.
Joyce blushed, also, as she continued, "Uncle Jim and I ... played."
"Like how?" Alex had to ask.
"I don't know if I should tell you all of it," the little girl replied, "but Uncle Jim sure made me feel good, the way he touched me ... and kissed me."
"Why did you have to take your clothes off for him to kiss you?" Alex said.
"Because of where he kissed me!" Joyce giggled and squirmed. "It wasn't on my face."
"Where, then?"
"Promise not to tell anybody? Uncle Jim said I wasn't supposed to talk about it, but I'll tell you if you promise not to say anything to the other kids."
"Sure, Joyce. I promise."
"Well ... Uncle Jim kissed me ... between my legs! Isn't that wild?" Joyce was all excited, just from talking about it.
"Did you do anything ... with him?" Alex asked, his pecker pushing against the inside of his clothes.
"That's the part I don't know if I should mention, because it does sound nasty of me!" Joyce said. "But it wasn't really bad!"
"What did you do?" the young boy anxiously inquired.
"I ... oh, wow, I probably shouldn't tell you, but I took Uncle Jim's big, old cock into my mouth!" The little girl's eyes sparkled.
"Really? And you didn't mind it?"
"No! Does that make me sound awfully bad?"
"It sounds pretty good to me," Alex said, and placed a hand on his young friend's bare leg, just above the knee.
"Alex, what are you doing?" she asked, startled by his forwardness.
"Don't you remember the fun we had together back at that campground?" he asked.
"Sure." Joyce smiled. "I couldn't forget that!"
"Why don't we have some fun again, kind of like you and Uncle Jim did?" the youth suggested eagerly. "Other people do it," he added. "Last night I saw Miss Sawyer and Rick behind the motel, and she had his cock in her mouth."
"Reeeeeeally?"
"Sure. Do that with me, Joyce-will you?"
The little girl stared at the boy who was just a year older. She liked him, and the idea of sucking his cock sounded like it would be even more fun than sucking Uncle Jim's. But it didn't seem right that she should do everything. Alex ought to do something for her, also.
"I will if you'll kiss me the way Uncle Jim did," she said.
"Down between your legs?" Alex asked, not quite sure he liked the idea.
"Uncle Jim enjoyed it. Maybe you will, too."
"Well ... you suck me first. Okay?"
It sounded like too much fun for Joyce to resist, and she decided not to argue. She unzipped her young friend's pants.
Alex's small but very stiff erection sprang out to stand up, quivering, its pink head swollen with boyish lust. Joyce stared at it and thought it would be very easy to suck. She would be able to move her mouth on it better than she had moved on Uncle Jim's huge, mouth-plugging cock. She might even be able to take all of Alex's pecker into her mouth, she thought.
Her small hand encircled it first, and the warm, skin-covered spike twitched excitedly. Joyce squeezed harder and stared at the pink, inviting end of it.
"Come on, Joyce!" Alex cried, so anxious that he could hardly stand it.
His young girlfriend bowed her blonde head. Her little tongue swirled around the knob of his pre-teenaged dong, tasting it, and she found that it had a lighter, nicer taste than Uncle Jim's. In fact, Joyce liked it very much-its taste, its hardness, and its smaller size, too. It was just her size, she decided, as she capped her mouth neatly over the pink crown of the boy's pecker and sucked, letting her lips glide lower and lower on his shaft until she had encompassed almost all of it.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhgh!" Alex husked as his young prick stuck up into Joyce's wetly warm and sucking mouth, and it quivered with extreme excitement.
She began to glide her lips up and down, clasping the boy's bony-hard prick in rhythmic sucks that extended from its base to its pulsating pink head, again and again. The more she did it, the more she enjoyed it, finding the increased freedom of movement, as a result of his smaller size, a real pleasure. Her young tongue swirled around Alex's cock, also, and she enjoyed the taste of his boyish excitement.
While Joyce bent above his lap and sucked him, he jammed a hand up between her legs. He was twisting uncontrollably, because the 11-year-old's cocksucking felt so very good, but he still managed to pluck her panties away from her warm little cunt and touch the velvet furrow with his fingertips. He found the little bump at the top of her tight slit, where his tickling had given her such pleasure before, and he rubbed it with the tip of his finger.
Joyce squirmed. She sucked the boy's hard-throbbing, upthrust cock all the more intensively, and he writhed while continuing to play with her tight little pussy as best he could. He liked the feel of her baby-soft cuntlips, and he clamped them between his thumb and two fingers, unconsciously rolling the velvet folds of her little-girlish excitement.
Joyce went wild. She bobbed her hot mouth on her boyfriend's cock so rapidly, sucking with such childish fervor, that his head got light and he seemed to go out of his mind for a moment. He pinched her clit hard ... and she came, gurgling against his mouth-impaling pecker as hot throbs thrilled her from head to toes. The spastic champing of her mouth on his upthrust, twitching dick set him off, and he jerked violently, this time expelling a single precious drop of sperm-his first ever. Joyce gulped it down.
She dizzily raised her head from his lap and leaned back in the bus-seat, breathing hard, her vision out of focus. Alex felt the same way, confused and dizzy, but very ... very satisfied.
Blinking in the dim light, as their vision gradually cleared, it took the children some little while to realize they were no longer alone. When they did, they jumped up, staring at Uncle Jim who sat in the driver's seat, watching them in his rearview mirror. He turned his head and smiled.
"We were counting the children," he said, "and I wondered where you two were. This was the first place I decided to look."
"H-how much did you see, Uncle Jim?" Joyce asked, feeling ashamed and fearing it was somehow worse for her to make mouth-love with Alex than with Jim himself.
"I saw what you kids were doing, if that's what you mean," the white-haired man replied gently. "But it's nothing to feel embarrassed about. The only bad thing about it was that a bus-seat isn't very comfortable. Wouldn't you rather play with each other on a nice, wide bed?"
"Gosh, I don't know!" Alex replied.
"Well, let's find out. Come on. We'll go for a drive."
"Where?" Joyce asked, thinking she probably knew.
She did.
"To Delia's house," Jim answered.
"Maybe we hadn't ought to," Alex said.
"I think you should, young man," Uncle Jim responded. "Unless you want me to tell your teacher what I saw you two doing just now."
"Ooooh, don't do that ... please!" Joyce begged.
"Yeah, please don't!" Alex said.
"Then, come along."
Jim ushered the children from the bus and to his car.
Joyce was looking forward to more fun. But she was a little afraid, also, because of what Betty had told her about the way Uncle Jim had treated her at Delia's house. He had been rougher with her than with Joyce, jamming his big, hard thing into the small slit between her thighs. It had hurt at first, Betty said, but then it had felt good. Joyce didn't know whether she would like it at all. She wondered if she was going to have a chance to find out ...
"I'm worried about those two kids!" Janice said to Rick. "Where do you suppose they are?"
"Oh, they're okay," he replied. "Jim's probably with them."
Rich had followed her to the tour director's private room to inquire about the children. But the room was empty. The young teacher turned and started to leave.
"If he's taken them off some place, I'm going to call the police!" she announced.
"Damn it!" Rick said, grasping her by an arm. "I thought you told me you weren't going to mess in."
"That was before, but I've been thinking it over. I've got a responsibility for the kids, and it's more important than anything else."
Talk about a broad that blows hot and cold! Rick thought.
He yanked her against him, realizing he would have to go to work once again in order to bring her back into line. Struggling, she tried to avoid his kiss, but he succeeded in crushing his mouth to hers and plundering its sweetness with his rapacious tongue.
Janice began to melt. Rick could detect the early signs as the strength seeped from her arms, and her lips quivered in acceptance of his kiss. He walked her backward toward the bed.
She sank down onto it, panting, "The ... children ... "
Rick rolled her gently back and forth while pulling her skirt up and running his hands along her bare, full thighs. He petted her clingy blue briefs, as well, and continued up to her tits, which he liberated from her blouse and allowed to bob around. He bent and mauled her stiffening nipples with his lips and tongue.
"I want to ... suck your cock!" Janice whimpered passionately. He was pleased to note she was no longer talking about the children.
He leaned forward, bracing himself on the head of the bed, and fucked his hard-on down into the schoolteacher's mouth. As she sucked claspingly on his cock, he stroked the lengthy column in and out of the slippery pastel circle which her lips formed. His balls plopped against her chin when he plunged deeply into her maw.
His rod gleamed with the saliva which her lips and tongue spread over it. His meaty hardness throbbed between her lips. His bulb pulsated against the fluttering swipes of her tongue.
"You've gotten to be .a damned good cock-sucker, baby!" he said.
"Gllllaaaawwwgh ... glaaawwwgh ... " Janice replied as she sucked rapturously on his long lollipop.
He drew back, removed her panties, and knelt between her thighs.
Janice raised her legs and spread them invitingly. Her pink pussy opened in its nest of blonde, curly hairs, and Rick eyed the fleshy sump before poking his prick in. When he did, her wet warmth closed around him, and he glided eight inches into the center of her belly.
"Yessss ... yesssss ... ohhhh, fuck meeeee!" Janice exhorted, crossing her legs high over his back.
He lay against the pneumatic softness of her titties and slowly stroked his prick in and out of her ardently writhing, hot fuckhole. Each time he plunged deep, he jarred her, and she made an appreciative little sound. The wet, silken walls of her cunt caressed his hardness.
Gradually the tempo of his thrusts increased until he briskly jazzed her, bouncing her buttocks on the mattress. Her heels drummed against his back. She whimpered and moaned.
"Oooooh, yesss ... yessss ... keep doooing it, Rickie ... oooooh, wowwww!"
She responded to his rapid strokes by jerking her hips against his, and it felt as if her hot cunt was gobbling his cock-thrusts, really chewing them up. His balls tightened, and he knew he was just about there. Driving deeply into the receptive teacher, he held his dock steady and let it explode. Spurt after spurt of his jism pooled in the pit of her cunny while she spasmed around him in blissful completion.
He lay quietly atop her, and they kissed. Once more, he seemed to have her under control.