Chapter 4
That evening, at the campground, the children played hide and seek while Rick and the teachers cleaned up after supper.
Joyce Jones, a blonde 11-year-old who was one of the prettiest of the little girls, ran breathlessly between some trees, looking for the boy who was "it". Suddenly she found herself face to face with Uncle Jim. She stopped in surprise and gave him a shy smile.
"Hello there, honey," the kind-mannered gentleman said, beaming.
"Is Alex hiding around here, Uncle Jim?" she asked.
"Well, now, I haven't seen him. But what do you say we take a look in those bushes, hmm?"
The little girl bent to look where Jim had pointed, and he stood behind her, eyeing her trim girlish hips in her loose-fitting, short skirt.
"Do you see him in there?" Jim asked, his voice turning a bit husky.
"No, I don't."
"Look a little closer," Jim suggested.
Thinking he was giving her a hint, Joyce bent lower to have a better look, and her skirt raised very high on her smooth, taffy-colored thighs. By bending slightly himself, Jim made out the white lacy trim on the edges of her little panties.
Suddenly Joyce was shocked to feel his hand glide up between her legs and touch her on the panty seat! She straightened quickly, blushing, and stared at the grandfatherly man. They were all alone, behind the bushes, in the gathering dusk.
"Why did you do that, Uncle Jim?" she asked.
"What do you mean-touch you between the legs?" Jim chuckled. "Why, that wasn't bad-now was it?"
"I don't know," Joyce replied. "But my mama always told me never to let anybody touch me there."
"You know, honey, mamas aren't always right about everything. Sometimes they just don't want their kids to have too much fun."
"Really?"
"Sure. Now you and I could have a lot of fun together. Want me to show you how?"
"Is it a kind of game?" Joyce innocently inquired.
"You can call it that, if you want to. Let's sit down here on the grass."
Joyce sat beside the kindly man. She liked him, even though he had startled her by reaching underneath her skirt. As he had said, it hadn't felt bad. In fact, it had felt kind of good.
She forgot about the game the other children were playing, because it hadn't been much fun, anyway.
"How do we play this new game, Uncle Jim?" she asked.
"Well, it's kinda like show and tell. Remember that from kindergarten?"
"Yes," Joyce said, and laughed disdainfully. "But that's a baby game."
"Not the way we're gonna play it," Jim replied. "Because we're gonna show something about ourselves ... and talk about it, too. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"Well ... maybe. What are we going to show?"
"You know that cute little slit that you've got between your legs?" Jim said. "Why don't you show me that?"
Joyce's cheeks turned rosy. "It's not nice to show thaaaaaat!" she said.
"Some more of your mama's talk, huh? Well, I think it would be very nice! And if you show it to me-and tell me about it-I'll show and tell you about what I've got. I'll bet you've never seen what a man has between his legs, hmmmm?"
"I think I'd better go," Joyce said, flustered, and started to get up.
"Now, honey, would I hurt you?" Jim asked, clutching her arm to keep her on the grass beside him. "Ask yourself that."
"Well ... I guess you wouldn't."
"Of course not! And aren't you just a tiny bit curious about what a man looks like inside his pants?"
"But Mama said ... "
"Forget your mama! That's why you came on this trip, to have some new experiences-wasn't it?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"Then let's just lift your little skirt, like this ... " Jim gently raised the loose-fitting garment to expose her cute girlish underpants. "And take down your little panties ... " he added, his gnarled fingers creeping up onto the clingy floral-painted nylon.
Joyce was confused and a little frightened. But she felt strangely excited, also. She had wondered about what men and boys had and whether it was much different from her thing. They had never talked about it in school-that is, the teachers hadn't. Of course, the kids had said all sorts of dirty things, but she hadn't know what to believe.
She let Uncle Jim gather her soft panties in his hands and pull them down, drawing them out from under her bottom. The grass tickled her suddenly bare little ass.
The white-haired man drew her panties all the way off. She kept her legs together, because she was bashful. But her odd excitement was growing.
"Okay, honey ... now you show me that cute little thing of yours and tell me what you call it," Jim said, eyeing the bump at the base of her straight tummy.
"You just want me to ... spread my legs apart?" Joyce asked, her childish pulse pounding.
"Sure. That'd be great!"
"Well ... all right. But only once."
The 11-year-old girl spread her legs wide, and Jim stared at her delectable, hairless cunt. Just the edges of her inner pussylips could be seen, and they were a dainty pink.
"What do you call it?" Jim asked huskily, drinking in the delightful sight.
"Just my thing, I guess," Joyce replied, and tried to shut her legs. But Jim held her knees apart and asked, "Don't you know any other names?"
"Well, there's one dirty word I've heard some of the kids use."
"How do you know it's dirty?" Jim asked. "Tell me and we'll see."
Joyce hesitated for a few moments. Then she thought, I guess it's all right to say it as long as he asked me to.
"Pussy," the little girl shyly replied.
Jim smiled. "Pussy! My, yes! That's a sweet name, and I don't think it's dirty at all. Would you like me to touch your pussy, Joyce, just to see how it'd feel?"
"Is it ... all right?"
"Why, sure!"
Jim reached out and touched the tip of his middle finger to the young girl's soft but snug little cunt. She jumped.
"Oooooh, Uncle Jim!" she exclaimed, blushing stronger. "That feels funnn-eeee!"
"But good, huh?" He beamed and ran the tip of his finger lightly up and down her babyish, delicate slit.
"Ooooooh, yessssss!" she hissed, wriggling. "It tickles niiiiiiice!"
Jim worked his finger slightly between the elastic lips of her pussy so that he could contact the tiny tip of her clitoris. She jumped again. She felt very warm down there, and she didn't understand it. But she thought it must be good.
She also thought her mama wouldn't have approved of it, and that made her feel guilty.
"Maybe you'd better stop," she said, finding it difficult to breathe.
"Okay," Jim replied. "I'll show you what I've got now."
He unzipped his pants, and the little girl was all eyes, though still blushing, as he reached into his fly. He brought out the strangest thing she had ever seen-long and thick and kind of wiggly, but somewhat stiff, also, as it curved forward, sort of hanging in mid-air. Uncle Jim took a hold on it and rolled back the outer brownish skin, exposing a pink, rounded part with a ridge at the back.
"My goodness!" the little girl cried, staring intently. "What do you call that?"
"Haven't you ever heard any names for a boy's thing?" Jim asked.
"Well, yes." Joyce looked away. "But I don't want to say them." She glanced back at the strange organ. "Is your thing just like a boy's thing?"
"Pretty much, except mine's bigger. And I've got some hair around it-see?" He drew his fly and underwear back, letting mixed brown and gray hairs gush out.
Joyce put a hand to her childish, blushing cheek. "Gosh!" she said.
"Go on," Jim urged, slowly stroking his loose, leathery foreskin up and down on his semi-turgid penis. "What do you call this, hmmm?"
"A peeker?" young Joyce asked, blushing hard.
"Damn yes!" Jim said, chuckling excitedly, and his stem stiffened. "That's a real good word! Know any others?" He kept stroking himself, and now his thick, blue-veined organ stuck way up, impressing-and even frightening-the little girl.
"A cock?" she asked, pronouncing the word slowly and carefully, because she had never said it before.
"Oooh, yessss!" Jim groaned. "Touch my cock, Joyce honey! Take hold of it!"
She reached out a trembling hand. She was frightened ... but fascinated, also. Her strange excitement continued.
A pleasurable tremor passed through Jim's body as the little girl's fingers curved around his big old stalk.
"Now stroke it ... like I was doin' ... " he said, breathing hard.
Joyce began to stroke his organ, not sure she was doing the right thing but kind of liking it. Her mother would never know, she felt sure.
"Faster!" Jim husked, and placed his hand in her crotch once again.
She pumped the foreskin up and down on his meaty prick as fast as she could while he pressed and petted the wiggly, warm softness between her legs. She squirmed excitedly, not understanding the strange feeling that had come over her.
Jim groaned and jerked. Suddenly the oddest thing happened as the little girl clutched his cock, rolling the loose skin rapidly up and down across its ridge: Something white and slimy shot out the end of his pecker as his shaft twitched warmly in her hand. The stuff had a funny smell.
She let go of Uncle Jim's cock and it waved in the air. It spurted some more as he wiggled the lips of her little pussy, and she got hotter yet.
Then it was all over. Uncle Jim's cock had stopped shooting, and he took his hand away from her.
"Okay, honey," he said. "Put your little panties on and go join your friends. But don't tell 'em about this. Let it just be our secret, hm?"
Flustered and still feeling hot and nervous, Joyce pulled up her panties, jumped to her feet, and ran off.
She didn't know quite what to make of what had happened or how it had made her feel ...
Another female member of the group who was in a quandary was Jan ice. She felt like a fool after the motel incident, and she blamed Rick and his boss for it. Still, she had gotten such guilty pleasure from Rick's treatment in the motel that she couldn't be too angry with him, though he had humiliated her in front of Edna and everyone else. The other woman had been giving her verbal digs all day, and that just made matters worse.
Rick was attentive and pleasant, as if nothing unusual had happened. And he hadn't tried to come on with her again.
Until now ... when they settled down by the campfire. The children were off playing, and Jim had hiked down the road to a tavern. Rick sat at Janice's side, then ran an arm around her and reached forward underneath her arm to lightly squeeze one of her tits. She slapped his hand away.
Edna, who was stowing the last of the cooking utensils, noticed that, and she came over to sit at Rick's other side.
"Now that you've satisfied your curiosity about both of us," she said, placing her hand in his lap, "how about you and me getting it on, hm?" She began to play with him through his clothes.
Outraged, not only by what the other woman had said but by her blatant sexual pitch, Janice leaped to her feet and took off toward the ladies' outhouse.
Almost immediately she heard footfalls behind her, and Rick trotted up.
"I've got to take a leak, too," he explained with his usual boyish grin.
Janice stopped and stared at him. "I detest your vulgarity!" she said.
"Aaw, for Christ sake!" he muttered. Then, more genially, "Okay. I'm sorry."
Janice turned and was on her way again. Rick once more fell in step.
"The men's place is over there!" she said, pointing.
"Yeah, I know it!"
Janice walked on into the ladies' two-holer, finding it empty. Rick stepped in after her and shut the door. She gasped.
"Get out of here this instant!" she demanded.
He yanked her against him and pressed his lips to hers. She struggled, beating at him, and he was forced to let her go.
"Are you going to get out," she asked, red-faced, "or am I going to have to scream?"
"Go ahead and scream if you want to," he said. "But it'll cause a fuss. Is that what you want?"
Janice bit her lip.
She stood stupidly and watched Rick unzip his pants. He pulled out his limber penis, pointed it at a hole, and started to piss. Blushing fiercely, she looked away.
"Go ahead and sit down," Rick said. "I've watched girls take a leak before."
"I don't have to just take a leak, damn it!" the young teacher retorted, so angry that she had forgotten to watch her words.
"Well, shit then," Rick said amiably, still peeing. "I'll wipe your ass when you're through."
Janice resented him for taking liberties and for embarrassing her. She was damned if she would let him force her out of her own toilet, where he had no right to be! What was she, just some namby-pamby jerk that everyone could push around and make fun of?
She lifted her skirt, whipped down her panties, and squatted over the toilet.
The hell with him! she thought as she shitted. A long, neat turd pleasurably slipped out to plop noisily into the pit.
Rick laughed as he milked the last few drips of urine from his dong and shook it dry. Janice tried not to look at his meaty, rosy-headed cock, but she couldn't keep from doing so. She blushed fiercely as she snatched some toilet paper from the roll that hung on the rustic wall and raised her bottom to wipe it.
Rick quickly moved in, taking the paper from her hand.
"Noooooh!" she said, but without much conviction. She let Rick turn her around and bend her forward.
Though embarrassed, she was oddly thrilled as Rick inspected her ass. She thought, This is just awful! But she let him wipe her tingling asshole, which didn't require much attention since she'd had a very clean passage.
Rick pulled up her panties, gave her a slap across her bouncy, nylon-sheathed buns, and let her skirt drop. She hustled from the outhouse and, with glowing cheeks headed back toward the campfire.
Edna watched her approach, with Rick behind her.
"Did you two actually use the same John?" the other teacher asked as they approached.
"Oh, shut up!" Janice snapped.
"Sure, we used the same John," Rick said amiably. "Jealous?"
He dropped down next to Edna and gave her a peck on the lips. She clutched him and ground her soft, loose lips against his firm ones, parting them and slipping her devilish tongue between. He gave it a suck, then pushed it back into her mouth with his own. She sucked his tongue hard.
He began to toy with her tits.
Janice turned away.
The situation is impossible! she thought. Rick just gets fresher and fresher, with both of us! Soon he's going to expect both of us to make love to him at the same time.
I can't take it!
"I'm going to call home!" she announced, glaring at the kissing couple.
They broke apart.
"Who are you going to call?" demanded Edna.
"The head of the parents' committee. I'm going to tell him what's going on here."
"You don't mean it!" Edna said, and leaped up.
"I most certainly do!" Janice declared, her cheeks blazing. "I can't put up with this ... this blatant immorality, when there are children around!"
"Ooh, for Christ's sake, Janice!" Edna said with disgust. "If you want Rick, take him! Go over into the bushes some place and screw! I'll round up the children!" She stomped off.
"There you are!" Rick grinned, standing and moving over to the surprised blonde. "We've got a clear field tonight."
He drew her against him, and she trembled, looking up into his handsome, boyish face.
"Rick ... damn you!" she whimpered.
"Yes ... yes ... "
He nibbled at her lush pink lips, licked them, and worked them apart with his slippery tongue. She let him sink his long tongue into her mouth, and she clutched him.
Tonight, God help her, she wanted to fuck!