Chapter 3
"I heard you last night," Janice said in a low voice. "You and that ... that punk!"
The two teachers were getting dressed on one side of a dividing curtain, while their girl-students dressed in the other section of the tent. At the moment, Janice wore her panties and Edna a garter belt and nylons.
"You were imagining things," Edna told the young blonde, whose round, full tits quivered lusciously as she moved about. They were not unlike slightly oblong cantaloupes, tilted up, with pink projecting stems. "Really, Jan, you ought to get yourself a boyfriend. Then maybe you would not be so frustrated and have sex on your mind all the time."
"Sex on my mind!" Janice exclaimed, forgetting the children momentarily and letting the volume of her voice rise. She caught herself and quickly lowered her tone as she continued angrily, "I wasn't the one who was rutting last night!"
"And aren't you sorry!" Edna cattily declared. She stepped into blue nylon underpants, which she drew up around trim buttocks and hips that complimented a woman of 30 years.
"Look at you in those sexy garters!" Janice hissed. "You only wear them to let men have a peak at your thighs when you cross your legs!"
"I wear them because I happen to hate pantyhose, if it's any of your business!" Edna shot back. "Of course, being a farm-girl yourself, you just slip around bare-legged!"
A giggle sounded from the other side of the curtain, indicating that the teachers' conversation was being overheard.
Janice decided to cool it, because her main concern, she assured herself, was to protect the morals of the children.
She and Edna scarcely spoke during the preparation of breakfast and, later, as the party was breaking camp and loading the bus. The young blonde took a separate seat, letting Edna sit alone on the back one. When the men boarded, white-haired Jim settled behind the wheel, as he surprisingly had done on the first day, and young Rick once more walked toward the rear of the vehicle to keep the women company.
"Morning!" he said, with a grin, to Edna. But he dropped into the seat next to Janice.
"I'm going to move!" the sassy girl with the pony tail declared and stood up.
Again Rick wouldn't let her by. She stood for a moment, staring at his tight-pantsed thighs, which blocked the way, then plumped her bottom back onto the seat and turned her head to stare out the window.
"Why are you so mad at me?" Rick inquired as the bus began to roll.
"I don't care to discuss it!" she snapped, not looking at him.
"Why don't you come back here, Rick, where you're appreciated?" Edna whispered from behind him.
Rick caught Jim watching him in the rear-view mirror and knew that if he didn't start making time with the potentially troublesome younger teacher, his job might be in danger. He ignored Edna and persisted with Jan:
"If I've done anything to offend you, I'm sorry."
"Your type just offends me!" Janice said, this time giving him a withering glance.
He was forced to shut up.
The bus traveled through pleasant farm country, and the children noisily had fun, the boys teasing the girls ... and sometimes vice versa. Janice had to speak up on several occasions to quiet them. Edna seemed content to let them whoop it up while she read a sexy novel.
At the first stop, Rick offered to buy Janice a cup of coffee.
"I don't drink coffee!" she said, and sashayed toward the little girls' room, her horse's tail swaying at her back as her plump buttocks writhed below.
"Give up!" Edna advised, beside him.
"Huh?"
"Quit trying to make her. I tell you, you won't get to square one."
Jim was watching, and Rick knew he was really concerned, or else he would have been looking at the little girls.
"She didn't take her purse with her, did she?" Rick remarked.
"I guess not," Edna said. "She must've left it on the bus. Well, that figures. She never fusses with her makeup like most girls."
"Do me a favor, huh?" Rick said quickly. "Get the kids back onto the bus as soon as you can."
"What's going through that devilish mind of yours?" Edna asked, her brown eyes sparkling.
"Just do what I said!" Rick declared, and hurried to catch Jim before he took off for the rest room ...
Janice sat on the pot and let her piss tinkle into the water. She rose, wiped herself, and flushed the John. She drew up her pale-pink, plain panties, snapping the elastic across her stomach, then let her skirt drop.
When she emerged from the stall, she noticed that the rest room was empty, except for herself. She quickly washed her hands, dried them, and left the service station's head.
She looked around and could scarcely believe her eyes: The bus was gone!
"Well, for goodness sake!" she said aloud.
"Worried?" a familiar male voice asked.
She whirled in that direction, and Rick stepped into view from the service station's bay.
"They left us behind!" she said, still amazed.
"Looks like it. Guess Old Jim got careless."
"Well, what're we going to dooo?"
"Jim probably won't be able to find this place when he comes back, looking for us. All these stations look alike. I'm going to grab a bus to the town where we figured on stopping tonight."
"I suppose that's a good idea," Janice said. "Ooh, heavens! I left my purse on the tour bus!"
"Yeah?"
"I don't have any money. You'll lend me some, won't you?"
Rick grinned slyly. "I'm not sure I ought to, considering how you've been acting toward me."
Janice frowned. "Now don't be like that! I'm stuck here unless you help me out."
"Not necessarily," Rick said. "You can probably get a guy to give you a lift."
Her blue eyes widened. "You mean you'd actually force me to ... bum a ride?"
"Unless you're nice to me."
"What does that mean?"
"Aaw shit, honey-you know."
She slapped his face.
"Okay, cunt!" he snarled. "Find a fucking ride if you can!"
He turned and strode toward the main part of town.
Janice panicked. The idea of being stranded, alone and penniless, terrified her.
"Rick!" she cried, and ran after him.
He stopped and turned to wait for her.
"Please lend me some money!" she said, swallowing her pride and blushing as she gazed imploringly at the nasty-talking young man.
"Let's get a room at that motel over there and we'll discuss it."
"What?"
"You heard me. It's either that or you can start thumbing."
"I hate you!" Janice exploded.
"If you're afraid of getting raped, forget it," he said with a sly grin. "I've never raped a woman yet, and I don't need to start now."
"Then ... what do we need a motel room for?" Janice asked, a bit subdued but still blushing strongly.
"So we can talk and make a deal."
"I won't give in to you voluntarily," she warned.
"That's understood."
The young teacher stared at the fellow who was tormenting her and decided he wouldn't dare force the issue, even in a motel room. He was probably hoping he could wear her down. Well, he would learn differently, she vowed.
"All right!" she said, raising her blonde head haughtily. "I'll go to the motel with you. But only to talk!"
"Sure," Rick said, and grabbed her arm to hustle her across the street.
Once inside the room, alone with him, Janice's haughtiness asserted itself once more. "I told you, I won't do anything!" she reiterated, sitting on a chair and facing away from the bed. "So I don't see what we're here for. You just wasted your money!"
"I don't think so," he said, and dropped to a kneeling position next to her feet.
She stared down at him, perplexed. He looked as if he was getting ready to propose!
But he surprised her by lifting one of her feet and removing her flat shoe. She didn't know what to say. so merely continued to watch in amazement as he lifted her bare foot toward his face.
His tongue came out and he began to lick her toes.
She was shocked. She tried to pull her foot back, but Rick maintained a firm hold on it. He caught her big toe in his mouth ... and sucked!
Janice's shock turned to consternation. Rick's sucking on her big toe tickled in a peculiar way ... but it didn't turn her on in the least, she assured herself. He was just making a fool of himself! But what was she to do about it?
Rick sucked his way along all five of her cute toes, using his tongue a lot. Then he looked up at her and grinned, continuing to hold her foot in his hand.
"Stop it!" she demanded, her cheeks rosy.
"Isn't that kind of fun?" Rick asked.
"No! It's disgusting!"
"Well, maybe you'll like this better," the handsome young man said, and licked along the inside of her ankle, continuing up her calf.
Janice became alarmed. Kissing her foot was one thing, but licking her leg was something else! She squirmed in an effort to pull her leg away from him, but he held on with determination and raised her leg slightly as he licked to the inside of her knee.
Her writhing caused her skirt to ruck high on her bare thighs and, with her legs somewhat parted as they were, Rick saw the strip of pink nylon which scarcely covered her crotch.
This is awful! Janice decided, and she commenced to kick at him with both legs.
That only caused her skirt to ruck higher, exposing more pink nylon ... encircling the tops of her thighs ... cuddling her buttocks ... and passing between her churning legs. Rick yanked forward on both of her legs, causing her to skid off the edge of the chair. Her skirt flipped up, and she landed hard on the seat of her panties on the carpeted floor.
"Let go of me!" she cried, embarrassed and frightened, kicking for all she was worth.
But Rick maintained a hold behind both her bicycling knees, pushing them back and well apart. Her thighs spread shamefully wide-open, and her secrets were shielded by only a two-inch-wide strip of nylon.
Rick dropped his tousled dark head between her thighs and shockingly clamped his mouth onto soft, girlish flesh halfway between her knee and her panties. He licked and sucked.
Janice's senses swirled. She had never had a man attack her like this before-even the boy with whom she had thought she was in love with, years ago. Rick's tongue on her sensitive inner thigh gave her prickly sensations of warmth. She was ashamed, but she couldn't turn off the sensation.
He licked higher ...
Oh, my God! she thought. He's working right up to my PANTIES!
She had to stop him ... but how? He had her flat on her back, with her legs parted and sticking up in the air at both sides of his head. All she could do was to flop and wriggle and beat at his tousled crown, which seemed to have no effect at all. His tongue stroked along her soft, quivering thigh until ...
"OOOH!" she exclaimed as the damp swab scurried onto her panty-crotch, tickling her pussy through the thin, stretched nylon.
What a sensation! Janice had never known anything like it. Her hot cunt began to palpitate. Her clitty tensed. Despite her firm resolve, the resistance seeped out of her. She would have fought to the end to prevent a brutal rape ... but this ... ?!
When Rick felt the tension flow from her legs, he lowered them and lifted his head. She appeared dizzy as she gazed up at him.
He grasped her pink panties at both hips, pulled the silky undergarment down, and gazed at her delectable blonde-haired pussy.
"Oooh, pleeeeeeease ... you promised!" she exclaimed, feeling suddenly helpless and tricked.
She feared Rick was going to mount her after pulling off her underpants. But instead, he lifted her legs high into the air once again, spreading them far apart, and dived head-first, smacking his mouth against her unfurled, pink-lipped cunt.
"OOOOOOHHH!" she moaned, and a shuddering shock of pure bliss went through her as Rick's nasty tongue slithered between her dewy rose-petals, licking the slippery, hard head of her clit.
She kept bumping and writhing, flexing her legs in the air, as Rick pleasured her in quite the filthiest way she had ever imagined, licking up and down her moist, soft girl-groove, tasting everything she had and driving her crazy with his fluttering tongue!
She had thought she hated men and hated sex, but she had never contemplated anything like this!
Her cheeky bottom bounced against the rug, and her cunt flowed like a gusher. Rick nosily slurped up and swallowed her tangy juice. She formed her hands into fists and beat them against the rug. She gasped. Her eyes rolled back.
As Rick caught and sucked her throbbing clit between his lips ... she came, bumping and moaning.
Rick raised his head.
"Oooooh, myyyy good-nesssss!" she breathed, trying to focus her vision.
Rick stood up, and the first thing she saw was him pulling his super-stiff penis out of his pants. What a cock he had-bigger by far than her young boyfriend's of years ago.
Rick gripped his upward-slanting prick and ran his fingers up and down on it, as if he were playing a piccolo. He watched Janice.
Her mouth went slack, and her eyes seemed to drift in and out of focus. She remained exposed.
Rick knelt next to her, took one of her hands, and curled it around his cock.
"Jack me off," he said.
"Whaaaaat?"
"Jack me off!"
Janice had been so excited when she was coming that she hadn't thought of what might happen next. Now she knew she was in a position where she could easily be screwed. Rick wasn't attempting to screw her, though. He was keeping his word!
She was surprised, and she didn't quite know whether to be glad or not as she began to pump on his stiff and lengthy dick, rolling the loose skin on the straight part of his shaft and watching his rosy glans swell.
Clear moisture leaked from the tip of his rod and dangled in a glistening strand which swung as she stroked his prick more rapidly ... more excitedly.
Oh, why doesn't he go ahead and fuck me? she thought.
Then, NO! I DON'T WANT IT!
She stroked Rick's rigid, long cock as hard and fast as she could until suddenly it twitched in her hand and sent spurt after spurt of milky sperm arcing off to splatter onto the rug. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the musky, half-forgotten scent of male lust.
She let his cock go, and it slumped. He caught it before it could soil his trousers, and he milked the last pearl of semen from it before putting it away.
"Oooh, wowwwww," the young teacher breathed as she blearily sat up.
"Here are your pants," Rick said, and tossed the pink undies to her.
She quickly slithered into them, pulled them up with a snap of the elastic, and pushed her skirt down. Rick helped her to her feet, and she blushed.
He grinned. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, and drew her against him.
Her melon tits compressed against his firm chest, and his tongue searched her mouth. She pulled away.
"Pleeeeeeease ... " she said, and wouldn't look at him.
She felt ashamed and cheap ... but gratified! That was what surprised her.
Rick led her to the door of the motel room, and she realized that they hadn't talked at all. Then she saw why it didn't matter for, as they stepped out of the motel, the tour bus was waiting across the street, in front of the gas station.
"They found us!" she exclaimed, relieved ... then dismayed when she realized everyone on the bus was watching her emerge from the motel with Rick. Her reputation was ruined!
"Good old Jim!" Rick said as he hustled her across the street.
His tone of voice, and the twinkle in his eyes, told her it hadn't been by accident or good memory that the tour director had recalled the exact location where he had stopped earlier. Rick had set the whole thing up with him!
But why?
Not to make her. He hadn't tried. He had just pleased her in that nasty way with his mouth, and had gotten her to jack him off. He had humiliated her-that was what it was! But Jim and Edna-perhaps even the children-would think she had been screwed!
She hurried onto the bus, blushing fiercely and looking at no one.
"Hi, Miss Wilson!" one of the little girls said.
"Gee, Miss Wilson, we worried about you!" a young boy spoke up, and Janice thought she detected a snigger in his voice.
She slid into the seat where she had left her purse and sat, staring out the window. Her pussy was still damp, and her panties clung to her. She wished she could die! Rick sat beside her.
Jim grinned into his rear-view mirror as the young man tossed him a wink.
Edna, seated behind Rick, bored holes into his head with her jealous eyes.