Chapter 15
The next day, Joyce and Betty went to Disney-land, several of the other children repeated, and Jim took the remaining ones to Delia's house. Janice and Edna both went on the Disneyland tour, with Rick driving the bus.
Edna was restless. She had wanted to follow Jim and get some incriminating pictures. But Rick had persuaded her it would be difficult at Delia's house.
"Wait until tonight," he had said. "I'll tell Jim I'm taking you and Janice into Hollywood for a night on the town. Alone with all those kids, he's gonna be up to mischief at the motel. That's when you can sneak back and get the goods on him."
"No more postponements?" she asked.
"No more. You'll get Jim by the balls tonight," Rick promised.
That agreed, she relaxed and enjoyed herself in the Magic Kingdom, along with the children, Rick and Janice.
After they returned to the motel, he made good on his commitment, inviting the two teachers to spend the evening with him in the city. Janice fussed, wanting to remain with the children. But Rick insisted, and finally she agreed- because she was jealous, he thought, of letting Edna go with him alone.
They took Jim's car, since Rick didn't own one.
Beginning to tour the funky clubs along the Sunset Strip, Rick and Janice soon found they were a party of two.
"Where's Edna?" the young blonde asked, over the clanging rhythm of a rock band.
"Oh, she probably picked up some guy at the bar," Rick said. "Forget her."
The answer seemed to satisfy Janice, and she made no further reference to the other woman as she and Rick went from club to club. Finally, when they were ready to return to Orange County, she asked, "Do you think Edna has transportation?"
"There are always taxis," Rick replied.
Janice snuggled against him on the return freeway-ride, and she began playing with his cock and balls through his pants.
"Why don't you get inside?" he suggested.
"Right now?" she asked. "While we're driving along?"
"We've got a better chance now than we'll have later," he said, "with all those kids at the motel."
Janice unzipped his trousers and lifted his cock out.
She felt loose and sluttish as they cruised along the freeway at sixty miles an hour and she fondled his meaty dick, making it stiff. She wedged her blonde head down between his body and the steering wheel, and licked his throbbing glans.
They both had a nice glow from the liquor they'd consumed and from the flashy excitement of the Hollywood night spots. More earthy rock poured from the car's radio as Janice fitted her softly moist lips around the head of Rick's cock and began to suck.
He grinned as they flowed with the sparse late-night traffic. But the teacher's tugging lips and teasing tongue soon wiped the grin off his face and made him grimace lustfully, bearing his teeth.
He flipped on his flasher and changed freeway lanes, moving toward the right. His twisting of the wheel bothered Janice and she released her oral stranglehold on his prick.
"What's the matter?" she asked throatily, her lips puffy and wet.
"I've got to fuck you," he said.
Taking the next off-ramp, they found themselves in a residential district. Rick remembered a small park in the area, and it took him only a couple of minutes to reach it. His cock was maintained at full erection by Janice's stroking hand.
He stopped next to the park and stepped out into the deserted, dimly lit street, his prick projecting out and upward from his gaping fly. Giggling, Janice slid across the seat and followed. They ran hand-in-hand into the park.
There might have been bums snoozing nearby, and a cop could have come cruising along at any minute. But Rick and Janice were too aroused to worry about such minor considerations. They arrived at a picnic table, and he lifted her atop it.
He pushed her skirt up, exposing the pantyhose she had donned for their evening date. He quickly pulled off that clingy, antierotic garment, exposing white bikini briefs which had a tiny lace fringe.
Janice opened the top of her dress to bare her braless, bobbling tits. Standing next to the table and bending forward, Rick nuzzled her knockers, his lips capturing and tugging on rigid pink nipples.
"Ooooooh, Rick ... fuck me, fuck me!" she cried. "Before somebody comes along!"
His hands crawled up the outside of her thighs, filled themselves with soft panty-nylon, then slowly pulled her pants down. He left the undies looped around one of her ankles, and he lifted her legs, bowing his head between them.
He kissed her succulent, femininely fragrant pussy, and his cock stuck up harder, throbbing until it ached. The cool evening air caressed her writhing body atop the picnic table. She stared up at a sky full of stars. A car purred along the street, not far away, and she wondered if the driver was looking in her direction, perhaps delineating her white form, spread out on the table, with her legs sticking into the air. Rick licked and sucked at her hotly throbbing, meaty-moist cunt.
In a way, she hoped she was being seen. That thought added to the excitement. But if she and Rick were observed, she hoped even more strongly that they wouldn't be interrupted.
Finally he raised his face from her sizzling pussy, and he moved forward, tugging on her legs until her buttocks became perched on the very edge of the table, her pussy hanging over. He gripped his prick and worked the bulbous head of it into her pulpy, soft center.
He pushed ...
"Oooooooh, Riiiiiiick!" she moaned as his cock glided into her, fitting like a sword in a scabbard.
Still holding onto her legs and bending them slightly back, he rocked on the balls of his feet, deeply fucking her with slow, steady strokes. She flopped her head from side to side. She uttered breathy moans.
His cock felt so good as it plowed her pasture that she wanted the fucking to last forever, particularly since it might be the last one they would ever have. She wriggled around his turgid thrusts, massaging his prick with her feminine fuckflesh. His balls had tumbled out of his pants and were bouncing against her bottom.
"Rickie ... ooooooh!" she panted. "You're so gooooood! You've got such a ... big ... hard ... horny ... prick!"
He speeded up, his cock churning her pussy with a slushy sound, though she was nicely tight. He watched her tits bobble in the moonlight, a luscious serving on the picnic table, with small pink cherries at their crests.
Her ass squirmed anxiously and she flexed her legs in Rick's grasp. Her cunt slammed repeatedly against him and was tickled by his zipper as his cock plumed the depths of her hot hole.
"I'm ... I'm getting there!" she said.
He fucked her faster yet.
"Ooooooh ... yesssss!" she hissed heatedly, like a boiler about to explode.
Rick's piston pumped very fast in her well-oiled fuck-chamber, and she whooped as she reached her climax, her bottom bouncing up and down on the table.
Rick's spastic gushes told her he was finishing, also.
They walked back to the car hand-in-hand and resumed their drive to the Anaheim motel. Everything seemed in order when they arrived, the children all sleeping soundly in their respective rooms.
In the morning, Edna drew Rick aside at breakfast.
"It was a bust!" she said. "There was nothing going on when I got back here last night, except that the kids were watching television and Jim was serving them Cokes and stuff."
"Well, we guessed wrong," Rick said.
"I talked with some of the little girls who'd been with him during the day," Edna continued, "but they wouldn't tell me a thing. They just said they'd gone to the beach."
"Jim always tells them not to snitch."
"Well, what's his hold on them?"
"He treats them nicely most of the time and, believe it or not, they dig it. They don't want to make trouble for him."
"Shit!" Edna said. "What's going to happen today?"
"Today you're gonna score for sure," Rick told her. "Jim's softened up enough of the kids by this time so he can have an orgy right here at the motel. The couple who take the pictures will be coming here."
"How do you know?"
"Jim told me a little while ago."
"What's supposed to happen with Janice and me to get us out of the way?"
"I'm to take you on a shopping tour."
"Take her. I'll say I've got a headache."
"No, we've got to play it like we did last night; we'll all leave, and then you come back. Otherwise, nothing will get started if you're hanging around."
"You mean I've got to pay another fucking taxi fare? Rick, this had better be worth it!"
"It will," he promised.
Later, as he and the teachers toured one of the fancy shopping centers nearby, Edna pleaded a headache and took off. Immediately afterward, Rick told Janice he would have to return to the motel, also.
"I'm sure you don't need a guy tagging along with you when you shop," he grinned.
Surprisingly, she smiled back. "I sure don't!" she said, and there was something about the twinkle in her blue eyes that bothered him.
But he took his leave, anyway, and speeded back to the motel, feeling he could beat a taxi-cab, especially since it had probably taken Edna a little while to summon one.
He parked in the alley behind the motel building and stood at the corner, waiting for Edna to show up.
In the meantime, there was lots going on inside ...