Chapter 6
While the grown-ups packed the bus the next morning, most of the children played about the campground. Little Joyce sat alone, however, and thought about what had happened the evening before.
She couldn't get the image of Uncle Jim's big old cock out of her impressionable mind. It was the first man's or boy's thing that she had ever seen, and it had been scary-especially when it had shot out that milky white stuff!
But it had been kind of fun to pump her hand up and down on it, also, and to feel it throb and twitch. Uncle Jim had sure enjoyed that. She could tell.
She had enjoyed him petting her pussy, also. That had really felt good! It had made her all nervous and warm, a feeling which she hadn't yet gotten completely over.
Mainly, though, Joyce was bothered in her mind. Her childish curiosity was working nonstop:
Did boys her own age have big, stiff things like Uncle Jim's? Well, they probably weren't as big, since he was a full-grown man and an old one, at that. But did they get hard like his? And did they shoot out stuff?
What was a thing like that really for, she wondered.
Blond-haired Alex approached the bench where she was seated and glanced shyly at her. He was headed back to the bus, it looked like. Though he was rough and sometimes talked back to the teachers and Uncle Jim, he was bashful around girls. Joyce thought he might be a good one for her to get some answers from, because he wouldn't be too pushy with her. Anyway, she kind of liked him.
"Alex?"
He stopped and looked at her, not smiling.
"Come here," she said.
The slim, wiry 12-year-old walked over. "What-ta you want?" he asked.
"To talk. Sit down."
He sat and looked sideways at the pretty little blonde.
"What do you know about sex, Alex?" she asked straight-out.
"Huh?"
"You know what I mean-making out. How do guys and girls do it?"
"What're you asking me for?" he asked, blushing a little.
"Because you seem like you know a lot."
"Well, I don't care to talk about it." He stood up.
"Wait! We don't have to talk, if you don't want to. Let's just ... uh ... go behind those bushes over there."
"Why do you want to do that?" he asked, blushing more.
Joyce blushed, also, but she pressed forward: "Because I want to look at your thing."
It seemed for a moment that Alex was going to run like a spooked colt. But he didn't. Curiosity was working on him as well.
"Will you show me yours?" he asked.
"Sure," she said, and tried to make it sound casual, though she was very tense.
They went behind the bushes together.
Joyce knew they didn't have much time, and she didn't want to take much time. But she had to find out what boys were like.
"Well, open your pants!" she said to Alex.
"You lift your skirt up first," the lad bargained.
"Oooh, all right."
Joyce slowly raised her skirt, exposing bare, smooth thighs which widened just a little toward their tops. Alex stared at her flower-printed panties, and he squirmed. The sight was getting to him.
Joyce didn't notice his problem, because she felt embarrassed herself. Still, she went ahead and pulled her panties aside, showing him her hairless bump and the front of her delicate, little-girlish slit.
"There!" she said, her cheeks rosy.
"Wowwww!" Alex exclaimed, bending down for a better look-and also to hide his young hardon. "That's where it goes, huh?"
"Where what goes?"
"A guy's cock, of course!" Alex said, straightening up.
That was when Joyce saw that the front of his pants was pushing forward. She snapped her panties back and dropped her skirt to conceal them.
"It's hard, isn't it?" she asked, staring.
"Yeah. It gets like that sometimes." Alex was nervous, not sure whether to be ashamed or not.
"Let it out," Joyce requested.
"Hard and all?"
"Yes!" She could scarcely wait.
Alex unzipped his pants and let his boyish dick spear forth. It was stiffer than Uncle Jim's, poking almost straight up, but it was an awful lot smaller and didn't have any wrinkly brown skin on the outside. In fact, it was all white and baby-pink, really cute!
"Can I touch it?" Joyce asked excitedly.
"Gosh, yeah!" the lad said. "If you'll let me touch yours."
They got down onto the grass, and the boy pushed Joyce's skirt up around her middle. She became very excited as he lulled her little panties down, and she reached out to clutch his stuck-up, hard-as-rock, childish rod.
He made her spread her legs.
"Wow!" he said again as he gazed at her pussy close-up.
With her legs wide open, her slit opened a trifle, revealing just the edges of the pink folds within. But it remained pretty snug, and it was hard to see how a guy could get his thing into it.
Alex reached out and fingered the little girl's elastic pussylips apart. That revealed more wiggly pinkness and the tiny way into her belly.
Joyce wrapped her hand around the boy's spike-like prick, and he jumped.
"Do you like that?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yeeeeeah!"
"Want me to pump on it?"
"I don't know," Alex said. He had never pumped on it himself. But he had played with it a little when it had gotten stiff, which it had been doing more and more often lately. Nothing had ever happened, but it had always felt good when he had played with it.
It felt even better as Joyce ran her girlish fingers up and down his rod. He squirmed.
"You can pump on it, if you want to," he said.
She curled her fingers around his erect pecker and stroked up and down, as she had done with Uncle Jim. But since Alex had no skin to roll off and onto the knobby end of his thing, the stroking wasn't as smooth. Still, Alex seemed to like it ... a lot!
He worked a finger between the super-soft lips of Joyce's baby-cunt and felt around. She gasped.
"Right there!" she said. "On that little hard lump! Tickle that!"
The lad located the tiny budlike protuberance, and he tickled it. She pumped his prick harder.
"Golly! Wow!" he said. "That feels awful good!"
"It feels good to ... me, too!" Joyce was having difficulty breathing.
The children writhed together on the grass as they masturbated each other, not really knowing what they were doing but both enjoying it. Their excitement increased.
Finally Alex's pre-pubescent prick began to twitch and jerk in Joyce's grip. Though nothing came out of it, he felt a wave of pleasure travel through him ... and he stopped tickling Joyce's cunt.
"Keep doooooooo-ing it!" the little girl begged.
"No, we gotta cut it out," Alex said jumping up. The tremor which he had felt had scared him, and his cock was getting soft.
He zipped up his pants and ran off, leaving Joyce half naked on the grass.
She squirmed and whimpered, sorry that she had let Alex touch her. She felt worse now, she thought, than when they had started. But at least she had found out what a boy's thing was like-how it was the same as a man's, but different too.
Finally she got up, picked her panties off the ground, and put them on. She straightened her clothes and pushed at her blonde, girlish bob before venturing out from behind the bushes. The other kids were already lining up at the bus. Nervously, and a bit guiltily, she hurried to join them.
That day the party entered the arid Southwest, approaching Southern California, and the temperature soared. The cheap, small bus wasn't air conditioned.
Janice squirmed about in damp panties, moistened not only by perspiration but also by the honey from her newly reactivated vaginal glands. She didn't see how she could wait for the night to be with Rick.
That she was so hot and eager to do what she had told herself she would never do again, made her ashamed. But guilt didn't put out her fire. Only Rick's spurting nozzle could accomplish that. (And he could spurt right into her next time, because she had sneaked a birth control pill out of Edna's purse and had taken it that morning.) In mid-afternoon Edna moved to the front of the bus to talk with Jim, which surprised Janice-but it also pleased her a great deal, because it gave Rick and her a chance to get cozier. Despite the heat, they snuggled. When they were sure that all the kids were facing toward the front, they kissed.
"Ooooh, God, I wish that we could fuck right now!" Janice daringly murmured.
"You're really hot-huh, baby?" Rick asked.
"In more ways than one!" she shamefully admitted.
"Well, I could give you a little finger action."
She considered that, then said, "No-I want the real thing!"
"Did you take a pill?"
"Yes."
Rick smiled.
"Just let me handle everything," he said. "We'll start with a little feeling around ... "
His right hand crawled up between Janice's smooth and slightly damp thighs. She wantonly moved her knees wide apart. Rick placed his hand against the softness of her panties, finding them as moist as a recently used dishcloth.
He kissed Janice, slowly stroking his tongue between her lips, as he drew the crotch of her panties aside and fingered her unfurled, wetly inviting slit. Passion suffused the little lips of her pussy, making them stand out, and it was easy for him to glide his middle finger all the way into her.
She moaned against his tongue, which was in her mouth. She clamped onto it and sucked, imagining it was his cock. He stroked one, then two fingers slowly in and out of her greased cunt.
She squirmed. Her hand pawed out blindly and found the hardness in his pants.
The bus rolled along the heavily traveled interstate highway, the children chattering in the front. Edna sat right behind Jim, and they talked, also. Rick and Janice were in a world of their own.
She felt for the tab of his zipper, found it, and worked it down. Her hand snaked into his pants as he kept kissing and frigging her. She unleashed his monster, and it surged out of its den.
She had never believed that she would take such pleasure in feeling and stroking a man's big, hard prick! She loved its stiffness ... the turgid veins that stood out ... the hard ridge around its crown ... and the slitted tip of the organ, through which his passion would spurt at his moment of climax.
His fingers pumping in and out of her hot, swamplike cunny worked her to a feverish state of mindless desire. She had to have Rick some way ... but she didn't see how.
When it was obvious that she was more than ready, he told her:
"You're going to slide onto my lap," he said, "and you'll bounce up and down on it."
"Right here?" she whispered excitedly. "Now?"
"Yes."
"But my panties ... !"
"Off they come!"
Rick pushed her skirt lap-high, then grasped her nylon briefs at both sides and pulled the stretchy, clingy-damp undies down. She kicked free of them, feeling terribly loose. It was broad daylight, the bus was rolling down the highway, and it was half-full of kids. She didn't care!
Rick squirmed, pushing his pants and shorts to his knees, and his cock flipped free to stick up, quivering. He ran an arm under Janice's thighs and swung them around, across his.
"Easy now," he said, as he lifted her.
Cool air kissed her exposed fanny, tickling her wet, hot cunt. She felt Rick's upthrust cock nuzzle her intimate softness and open the sticky folds. When his knob was right where it ought to be, he let her down, and he speared all the way up inside her.
"OOOOOH!" she said.
"Shhhhh!" he cautioned, pulling her skirt down to hide the linkage of their loins ... and to hide his rumpled shorts and trousers, as well. It was well that she had put on a wide skirt that day!
"Now bounce, baby!" he said into her pink, shell-like ear.
As she began to do it, squirming and moaning heatedly, he slid his hand up inside her loose blouse. She stared out the window, looking at but scarcely seeing the desert scenery drifting past, as she bounced blissfully on his hard prick and felt his hand squeeze her full, throbbing titties through her bra. Her nipples pricked against the flimsy cups.
Her asscheeks patted against Rick's thighs. His upthrust cock was like a slippery fencepost on which she was fucking herself.
He ran his free hand up the inside of her blouse at the back and unhooked her brassiere. With the other hand, he grasped a plump, soft titty as it bobbed out of a cup. He plucked at her rigid nipple, stretching it forward and letting it snap back.
Everything that was going on was covered. Still, anyone looking closely could have detected what was happening. Luckily, no one looked. The children, seated several rows forward, were busy with their own games and chatter. The windows of the bus were above the passing auto traffic.
Feeling more excited with every bounce of her pussy up and down on Rick's prong, Janice moaned and gurgled. Rick tugged at the tips of her jiggling titties in her blouse.
They were nearing a climax in that public place, and she knew it would be a smasher. Just then the bus changed lanes to pass a semi, and the driver of the truck glanced at the bouncing blonde, her ponytail bobbing, her blue eyes wide at the moment of orgasm. Her mouth was agape, also, her boyfriend's hand rummaging inside her blouse. The trucker grinned. Janice came like crazy.
As she ground down hard around Rick's cock, her cunt muscles orgasmically contracting, he groaned and geysered upward within her clutching organ. His spurts made her come even stronger. She hugged him, pressing his face between her wobbly tits, and their mutual climax reached perfect culmination.
"Oooooh, that was so awful!" she shamefully declared, as soon as she was able to speak. She slid backward off Rick's lap.
"What do you mean?" he retorted. "It was great!"
"But that truck driver saw! And any of the kids might have come back here!"
Janice squirmed, pulling up her panties. When she sat, she immediately saturated the soft nylon with her cuntal honey and Rick's oozing cream. He restored his shorts and trousers.
"I just don't know what's happened to me in the last few days!" Janice said in amazement.
"I happened to you," Rick immodestly told her.
"But there's no future for us." She looked at him and revealed her total vulnerability. "Is there!"
"Who knows?" Rick replied lightly, and gave her a grin.
"Ooooh, I feel so cheap and dirty!" she said, sinking low in her seat. "Any my tits are hanging loose!"
"Sorry about that. But you shouldn't bother with a bra, anyway."
A lot he cares how I feel! Janice thought. He's only interested in having fun in the cheapest way he can, with any woman who's handy! I should never let him touch me again ... and I don't think I will.
That was easy enough for her to resolve, now that she was freshly satisfied and seeking relief from guilt.
In the front of the bus, Edna sat back and lapsed into silence after a conversational exchange with Jim. She had asked some probing questions, while being careful, she thought, not to reveal that she had overheard Rick's remarks to him last night. Jim's answers were evasive and only heightened her curiosity.
She had inquired, for instance, whether all the children would be kept together during their sojourn in Southern California, with either herself or Janice in charge of them at all times. Jim said they would have to play things by ear, perhaps splitting into separate groups to see Disneyland and do the other things the kids wanted to do. Perhaps, he suggested, they would enjoy themselves better that way.
To Edna it sounded suspicious, particularly in the light of what she had overheard in the men's tent last night ... and what Rick had told her previously, about tour fees not being Jim's main interest.
Just what had Rick meant when he'd talked about Jim "doing" something with the kids? Was the old man a child molester? Was there more to it than that? Or was there nothing at all to worry about? Edna couldn't be sure.
As she pensively glanced out the window to watch the desert landscape glide past, she didn't see Jim's eyes, behind dark glasses, studying her in his mirror. She didn't see his lips work nervously below his white mustache ...