Chapter 2
Jim had contracted for the tour at a rock-bottom figure, which was all that the parents of Pleasant Valley could afford. Therefore, the overnight stops were to be at campgrounds rather than motels. They had three tents-one for the little boys, another for the girls, and a third small one for Jim and Rick.
After the tents were up, they broke out the victuals which Jim had provided, and he made dinner. Janice helped, while the kids ran and played about the campground. Edna sat with Rick under a tree.
"I should have worn pants," she said, squirming. "But those strait-laced people in Pleasant Valley insist on skirts for all the girl-students and the teachers-even when we go on field-trips!"
"I like that," Rick replied. "Pants are too hard to get into."
"You didn't have any problem getting into my pants this morning," Edna reminded him, cuddling up.
"Panties," he corrected. "They're never any trouble for me."
"You're so cocky!" Edna murmured, and licked him on an ear.
Suddenly she jumped and said, "Oooh! I think I'm sitting on a goddamned ant-hill!"
She leaped to her feet and started slapping at her backside. Rick, who remained seated, cast a quick glance around and saw that no one was looking. He lifted Edna's skirt and stared at the seat of her clingy white nylon briefs.
"Don't see any ants," he said.
Edna looked around, squirming, and her buttocks wiggled in her thin panties. "I think there's one inside!" she said.
Rick audaciously plucked at a leg elastic of her panties, stretching it away from a pertly rounded buttock. He peeked in, then brushed his fingers along her pantycrotch, knocking out a tiny insect.
"I got rid of the little bugger!" he reported.
"Ooooh, thank you!" Edna said, and sat down again, this time carefully tucking her skirt underneath her and around her thighs. She glowed warmly as she snuggled against the young man.
"This is going to be a hell of a trip!" she purred.
"You'd better believe it, baby!" he replied, and kissed her. She slipped her wet tongue into his mouth.
Some kids came running through the trees toward them, and they broke apart quickly.
"Except for those little bastards!" Rick amended his last remark.
"We can get away from them tonight," Edna said.
"How do you figure? You're gonna be in the girls' tent, and I'll be with Jim." He wanted to see what she had in mind.
"The kids will go to sleep early. So will Janice, I bet."
"Hey, what's with her? Is she always like she was today?"
"Oh, hell yes!" Edna said, "She's cold as a codfish! The talk is that she had a wild affair when she was very young, and the guy really messed her up-gave her a baby, and her folks had to have it aborted. They put the fear of God into her and turned her off men completely."
"That's a shame," Rick said.
Edna stared at him. "What's the matter-have you got the hots for her, when I'm available?"
"Shit, no!" Rick replied. "I was just curious, that's all."
"Well, take my advice and leave her alone. If you make a false move, she'll probably report you."
"To who? She's of age."
"To the school back home," Edna said. "Then you and Jim won't get any more business from them."
"We don't need it. We cover the whole country. Jim sends his brochures all over."
"Does he make a lot of money at this tour business?"
"Naw. That just gets him by." Rick's eyes twinkled. "But the tour fees ain't what he's doing it for."
"What then?"
"Never mind. Let's think about us. So you're gonna sneak out of the girls' tent late tonight and join me, huh?"
"Sure," she smiled. "I'll bring a blanket, and we can spread it on the grass. It ought to be warm tonight."
"What if it rains?" Rick asked, looking at the red-tinted horizon where the sun was just going down.
"Ooh, shit!" Edna said. "Do you think it might?"
"Well, I'd say the sky is threatening. But if it rains, we can go into my tent."
She stared at him. "With Jim there?"
"He won't give a damn."
"But maybe I will!" Edna said.
Rick chuckled. "Come on, baby, that'll just add to the fun."
"Heyyyy, he doesn't use you as a way to get women, does he? He's so old, I'd hate that!"
"Relax. He won't touch you. I doubt if he'll even look. Anyway, we won't need to light a lamp."
"Ooooooh, Rick. I don't know ... "
"Well, it probably won't rain."
"Let's hope not."
But rain it did. It started right after dinner, sending everyone scurrying into the tents. The deluge increased, pelting on the canvas.
The little girls loved it, and it kept them awake, laughing and chattering. Janice kept jumping off her cot in her pajamas, trying to quiet the kids down.
Edna lay, twisting and seething, thinking of how terrible it would be for her and Rick to share the small tent with Jim. She could forget it, of course. But she was awfully hot.
She had been in a perpetual state of heat since moving to Pleasant Valley, because she had to sneak around and be super careful in order to have any fun. She was a woman who needed sex often. That had broken up her marriage, because her husband had frequently worked late and she hadn't been able to resist playing around. When he finally had caught her at it, he had split.
The kids quieted down, and Janice seemed to be asleep also. The rain stopped, but the ground outside was too wet to lie on.
Edna squirmed. She wanted to get up and go to Rick. But with the old man in the same tent ... God!
She had done some mixed screwing in Chicago, but always with young guys. That could be fun. She hated to think of an old geezer creeping over her and diddling around. He probably couldn't really do anything, anyway.
Well, if he just lay there and kept quiet, it might be all right, she decided. She would tell Rick that she'd go into the tent only on that condition.
She got up silently and slipped a robe over her panties. She stuck her feet into galoshes and ventured outside.
The ground was very wet, and there were still a few drops coming down. But it was fairly warm. Edna stood outside her tent and waited.
Rick didn't come.
What's the matter with him? she wondered. Doesn't he know I'm ready?
Or doesn't he give a damn? He certainly is cocky!
It finally dawned on her that Rick was waiting for her to come to him-to walk right into his tent where that old man was!
He wants the kick of showing Jim that he can make me, I suppose, she thought. Damn him! I ought to play hard to get. But then, what if he loses interest and takes after Janice? If any guy can get into her panties, he just might!
Edna decided she didn't dare be independent. Besides, she was hurting.
She moved toward the tent which Rick and the tour manager shared, and her excitement increased. She hesitated for a moment outside the flap, then reached and drew it open and entered the dark tent.
"Rick?" she whispered.
"Over here, baby," he said.
"Aaw, hellfire ... " Jim groaned from her other side.
Discovering that the old man was awake, she had an urge to run. But she didn't. Her strange turn-on heightened, and she stripped off her robe in the darkness. She stepped out of her galoshes and sank to the dimly seen cot from which Rick's voice had come.
His arms went around her, drawing her down against and on top of him. It was a very narrow bunk. He was totally nude and had a hard-on already, Edna discovered as his log pressed against her panties. Her tits were compressed on his chest.
His warm mouth clamped onto hers, and his tongue fucked her. She squirmed.
Their cot was so close to Jim's that he could have reached over and touched her writhing ass in the white panties which showed up in the dimness. Instead, it was Rick's hand which wrapped themselves around her nylon-clad buttocks, and he wiggled her rondures sensuously, rubbing the satin mounds against each other and making her hotter yet. Her cunt was against his hard cock, with only the thinness of her briefs in between.
She breathed warmly through her nostrils as her tongue dueled with Rick's, moving into his mouth, then luring his tongue into hers. Her nipples felt hard enough to burst, stimulated by his firm chest and wiry hairs.
He broke his mouth from hers and whispered, "Go down on me, baby!"
"Not with him here!" she whispered back, raggedly.
"Aaw, Jim won't mind," Rick replied and raised his voice: "Hey, Jim-you don't care if Edna sucks my cock, do you?"
"Hell, no-let her go to it!" Jim replied from the other bunk.
Edna felt humiliated. But also, she was tremendously turned on. She raised herself enough to grasp Rick's rod, and squeeze it, and that gave him the opportunity to wrap his hands around her tits, which he could dimly see suspended in front of him, their beige nipples stiff. He took hold, squeezing the delightful resilience's, forcing her nipples farther out.
Edna was about a 36-C girl, he judged-not huge, but providing nice handfuls. Her tits were shapely and quite springy-firm for a woman of her age.
While Rick squeezed her jugs and rubbed them together, she teased herself by gliding her fingers across the ridge of his cock and onto its rubbery head. He didn't have a big bulb, but just enough rosy meat to neatly top off his circumcised rod. She ran her hand down his shaft and fondled his balls.
"Come on, baby-do it!" he urged.
Edna thought, Oh, why not?
She pointed the young man's prick straight up and twisted on the cot so that her panty-clad bottom was directed toward Jim's bunk. That way he wouldn't be able actually to see her mouth working on Rick's lollipop. With her knees on the edge of the cot, she bent forward, and her bottom expanded her thin panties. She leaned on one arm while she gripped Rick's shaft with the other. Her tongue came out and licked his cockhead.
She felt a tremor pass through him, and that added to her own excitement. So did his tangy masculine taste. She swirled her damply velvet tongue all around his glans, making it slick. Then she engulfed his knob in her mouth and gobbled low on his iron-hard, quivering shaft.
"Aaaaw, shit!" Rick groaned happily as the small-town teacher pumped her mouth on his prick.
All Jim could see was her upthrust ass in the white briefs. He could easily have petted it, but he had no desire to do so. That wasn't his thing. He had given up, years ago, fooling around with full-grown women. They demanded too much, and they weren't worth the trouble.
Still, he watched Edna's buttock-stretched panties quiver and her tousled head bob up and down.
"Is it good, young fella?" he couldn't resist asking Rick.
"You better believe it, man! Why don't you let her give you some?"
Hearing that, Edna bobbed her head all the faster, sucking Rick's luscious cock for dear life. Doing it in front of someone else and hearing her talent discussed added to her wanton stimulation. In a little while she would be willing to take on Jim too, she realized, old as he was!
But she didn't get the chance. Rick grasped her by the shoulders, lifting her, and her lips reluctantly released his slippery cock. He squirmed off the far side of the cot while pushing her down onto her back in the center of it. The springs sagged noisily.
She watched Rick's upthrust organ wave proudly as he knelt next to her feet, shoving them forward. He took hold of her panties at both sides, pulling them out from under her bottom, then up her legs which she lifted into the air. She dropped her feet to the mattress once again, and he opened her like an erotic book, hooking her heels on the side bars of the cot. Staring at her cunt in the dimness, he saw that she wasn't really blonde, and that didn't surprise him.
He held his lance in his hand and moved up.
As soon as his prick was out of sight below her hairy mound, Edna rolled her eyes toward the other cot and saw white-haired Jim propped on an elbow, watching.
"Oooh, Godddd!" she murmured with an excited shudder, just as Rick's cockhead kissed her flared, slippery slit.
His bulb glided past her petals, entered her slick, snug crevice and kept coming, followed by inch after inch of his thick, throbbing shaft until she was fully plugged.
"Oooooh!" she moaned voluptuously, squirming around his deeply sunk rod.
He propped himself on his elbows and filled both hands with her tits. He began to pull and thrust slowly, fucking his long dick in and out of her, and the cot creaked in sensuous rhythm.
Jim snaked a hand underneath the covers and began to play with himself.
"You've got such a ... long, hard tool!" Edna panted pleasurably.
He delivered slow, steady thrusts, his bulb nearly slipping out of her on the backstrokes, then surging all the way in, and he ground his bristly bush into her softer fluff. She squirmed and shook her boobies in his hands.
He tilted his head and kept stroking into her hot cunt as he dropped his mouth around a rigidly upthrust nipple. He compressed her boob, sucking as much of it into his mouth as he could, then glided the wet, contracting circle of his lips on her smooth titflesh, across her pebbled aureole and up to tug her bud of erectile tissue as high as he could stretch it before it popped back, shaking her mound.
He turned and treated her other titty in the same fashion.
All the while he kept fucking her with long, gliding strokes of his woman-pleasing pole. Edna lifted her legs in the air and squirmed, her wet fuck-flesh massaging and gripping him, rippling on his rod.
Jim stroked his own hard-on under the covers.
Rick could not keep up the long, slow strokes for long. The woman he was pronging was just too hot. Finally he grasped the backs of her legs and pushed them as far toward her head as they would go, bending her into a pretzel.
"Oooooh, Christ!" Edna exclaimed.
Rick jazzed her with short, choppy strokes, his shaft bearing firmly on her clit and giving her such a luscious sensation that she went wild. Her hips bumped fiercely against his cunt-impaling thrusts. Her tits leaped up and down. She flopped her head from side to side, her frosted mouth gaping.
She cried, "Oooooh, shit! GOD! Fuck me ... fuck meeeeee ... FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
She was screaming it at the end, not caring if the whole bloody campground could hear, and Rick romped her so hard and fast that the cot squeaked raucously.
She took stab after bony stab of his bliss-producing prick while Jim, in the bunk right next to theirs, merrily jacked off.
She came, seeming to open up completely and receive a blast of sheer ecstasy before she felt Rick twitch and spurt. He groaned, burrowing deep within her pleasure-giving flesh, and jerked again and again, pooling his sperm inside her.
Jim came. It was unusual for him to get off except with little girls. But this time had been good, because he hadn't had to touch the woman and risk rejection. Rick had taken all the risk and had done all the work. The older man liked that.
Rick writhed atop Edna, stirring his dong in her depths until it softened so much that it would not stir any more. He slowly pulled it out of her.
"Oooooooh ... " she sighed, lying limp.
"You okay?"
"Wonderful!"
"Was that worth walking through the rain to get?" Rick smugly inquired.
"I want to spend the rest of the night here!" Edna said, clutching the strong, handsome young man. She wrapped her legs around him.
"No good. If Janice wakes up, she might cause a fuss."
"Ooooh shit, Rick-don't be so fucking mean!" Edna murmured.
"The young fella's right," Jim spoke up from his bunk. "Scurry back to your bed now. We've gotta get an early start in the morning."
Well, Edna thought as she reluctantly got up, tomorrow's another day ... and another night.