Chapter 7
"I tell you, she suspects something!" Jim told Rick as they stood side by side in the campground's restroom. They were alone.
"Aw, you're imagining things," Rick replied.
"The hell I am! You should have heard the questions she was asking me, trying to pin me down about our schedule when we get to Orange County. She wanted to make sure all the kids would be together all the time and either her or the other gal would be with 'em. Damn it, Rick, she must've been awake when you came into the tent last night and started mouthing off!"
The tour director shook his venerable penis and stuffed it back into his pants. "You'd better concentrate on her from now on," he told Rick. "Ease up on the other one. She's probably too young to suspect anything."
"Whatever you say, boss," Rick agreed.
He followed Jim out into the baking heat of the treeless desert campsite. This was their last stop before reaching the tour's destination, where they would be quartered in a motel.
Janice and Edna were preparing supper while the kids hung around. It was too warm to run and play.
Janice already had given up her short-lived resolution that she wouldn't make out with Rick any more. What bothered her was where to do it. There were no secluded areas in the campground, and both tents would be occupied by others. But there was the bus. That seemed to be the only place where they might go.
Rick strolled up and immediately moved to Edna's side. She smiled and Janice felt a stab of jealousy.
I said I didn't want him, but I do! she admitted to herself. I've got to have him!
She angrily slammed down a utensil, causing Rick and Edna to glance her way. She refused to look at them.
Late that evening, after the kids were in the tents, Janice hung around outside. Rick had walked down the road to get a beer or something, and she wanted to catch him as soon as he got back. She felt ashamed-but there it was. What could she do?
Soon the young man returned, carrying a six-pack.
"Want one?" he asked Janice with a grin, pulling a can out.
She hardly ever drank beer or anything else intoxicating. But tonight it sounded good.
"Yes, thanks," she said, and took the ice-cold can which Rick held out. She opened it, and it made a small explosive sound. "Why don't we, uh, sit down in the bus?" she suggested.
"It's cooler out here."
"Maybe I don't want to be cool."
Rick hesitated. "Well, okay," he finally said, and they climbed aboard.
Janice sat on the front seat and took a deep draught from the beer can. Rick uncapped one of his own and did the same.
He reached for her blouse and found that she hadn't bothered to hook up her bra since he had fucked her earlier that day. What she had done was to take it off altogether. Her round, firm tits rolled loosely in her slack-fitting top.
Rick pulled the blouse up above her pink-tipped promontories and bent to fasten his mouth, which was cold from the beer, around a thrusting nipple. The shock made Janice jump, and her titty shook liquidly against his lips.
She caressed his hair.
He switched from one tit to the other, and by that time she was investigating his pants. She found what she needed, and it was stiffening. She took it out.
"Get up over the top of the seat," Rick directed.
"What?"
"Lie right over it. Put your hands on the seat in back."
"But I won't be facing the right way!" she protested. "Rick, you're not going to ... "
"Stick it in your asshole?" he bluntly asked, then chuckled. "Hell, no! We're just gonna do it doggy style."
Janice clambered awkwardly onto the top of the seat and positioned herself, hanging well forward. Rick flipped her skirt over her back and pulled down her panties.
In that position, she was all ass! Rick admired the moonlit symmetry of her rear curves, sticking up and split apart to reveal the slitted dimple between them, and he admired her blonde-fringed pussy just below.
He was doing some sticking up, also. But he used his finger first, poking it at Janice's pink-lipped love nest. He parted her velvety portal and circled his finger in her moist, warm snatch.
"Ooooooh, Rick ... !" she purred, and wiggled her ass sensuously.
"What's going on in there-hmmmm?" Edna inquired from the open doorway of the bus.
Janice gave a start, then struggled to try to get off the top of the seat, her buttocks shaking. But Rick held her in position with one hand while he continued frigging her slippery-wet slit with the other.
"Oooooh, Rick ... pleeeeeease ... let me go!" she begged in stark shame, for she knew that Edna could see how she shockingly had presented herself to Rick-ass up and wide open!
He chuckled and refused to relent as the other woman climbed into the bus.
"Good Lord!" Edna said mirthfully, enjoying the younger teacher's embarrassment. "Is that little Janice, hanging over the top of the seat, all exposed?"
"Edna, why don't you do the same?" Rick suggested. "The seat's wide enough for both of you."
"NOOOOOOH!" Janice bawled, still struggling to right herself and having no success as Rick held a hand against her bottom. "Damn you, Rick, if you don't let me go, I'll never speak to you again! I'll make things mighty hot for you, too!"
"Looks like you've already done that, dear," Edna commented. "You ought to see the way his dick is sticking up!"
"Both of you had better be quiet," Rick warned, "unless you want to bring the kids running out here."
"Ooooooh!" Janice shamefully whimpered.
Edna whisked off her panties and stepped up onto the double seat, next to Janice. The second teacher raised her skirt and flopped forward, presenting her ass also to Rick's lascivious inspection.
There was quite a contrast between them: Janice's rump was appealingly wide, particularly in the bent-forward pose which she was being forced to maintain, while Edna's buttocks, positioned exactly the same, were much trimmer. Edna's ass, also, was framed by a white garter belt and brown nylons, while Janice was bare from the waist down. As to their assholes, Janice's was tiny and tight while Edna's more prominent and pouty rear slit suggested she had been pronged back there a few times. Their pussies offered a study in contrasts, also, Janice's pink and fringed by golden fleece. Edna's more brownish and edged by dark curls.
Rick's upthrust cock quivered as he glanced back and forth, from one inviting feminine fun-zone to the other.
Though Janice had given up her effort to get away, since it seemed hopeless-anyway, Edna already had seen her-she would never forgive Rick for having humiliated her in this fashion. She seethed as he continued to poke his finger into her pussy. She didn't know that his other hand was poking into Edna in the same way. As he frigged both writhing females, his hard-on twitched up and down, drooling clear honey in anticipation of the pleasure in store.
Before he let his cock do what it wanted, he decided to give his fingers further perverse fun. Withdrawing from the women's saturated cunts, he glided both digits up their open ass-grooves. Janice gasped and Edna cooed as he tickled their delightful nether dimples with the tips of his gooey pointers.
He twisted both fingers against their converging sets of little puckers and gradually unlocked the forbidden entrances. Edna's asshole spread quite readily, and the first joint of his finger glided into her rubbery ring. Janice's ass resisted while she moaned with rage and humiliation. But still Rick succeeded in prying her snug anal orifice open, and the first joint of his finger squeezed into her ass.
The young blonde's throbbing asshole was super-tight, and it continued to fight him, while Edna's more accommodating aperture seemed to enjoy his illicit penetration. He twisted both fingers, sinking them deeper and deeper. Now two joints of each were out of sight. Rick twisted his fists between the sets of quivering buttocks, and his invading digits disappeared from view entirely.
"Ooooooh, you ... PIG!" Janice cried, as he felt her asshole ripple resistingly up and down around his deeply penetrating probe.
"Mmmmmmm, I love it!" Edna said, and began to bump a bit atop the bus-seat, inviting him to stroke his finger in and out.
He withdrew both fingers until only their tips were in the women's assholes, and he watched at eye-level their rosy rectal flesh turn outward. He plunged twistingly deep into their anuses once again, and the pink flesh folded back.
The cream which he had picked up from the women's pussies had spread enough lubrication in their bungholes by that time so that he could stroke quite smoothly, even in Janice's intensely clutching rear. And stroke was what he did-in and out of both holes, but in alternating fashion: As he plunged his finger deeply into Janice, he drew back the one in Edna. Then he slowly withdrew from Janice's sucking asshole, nearly but not quite all the way, while he twistingly penetrated Edna's rump to the third knuckle.
In and out ... in and out ... he pumped his middle fingers in the assholes of both teachers. And his cock bobbed springily up and down, swinging a strand of clear honey from its elevated tip.
Neither woman could see anything that was going on, because their heads were hanging low, their skirts falling around them. But they could feel with intense, unnatural excitation the finger-fucking of their shit-chutes!
Also, as they writhed atop the back of the seat, their clits were stimulated by a rolled edge of the vinyl upholstery. They both got hotter and hotter, Janice quite against her will as she continued to hate Rick.
Rick's own lust reached the boiling point while he goosed both assholes in front of his face. Suddenly he pulled out of each rubbery ring, and they made soggy popping sounds as they contracted. He stepped onto the seat behind the ass-elevated women and had to fight back an urge to put his prick where his fingers had been: His job still demanded that he give them pleasure rather than pain.
He chose Janice to prong first and drove his prick balls-deep into her -squishy cunt. After pumping several times, he pulled out and pronged Edna. He gave her the same number of strokes before replacing his prick in Janice and fucking some more.
Back and forth, back and forth, from one warm, slippery cunt to the other, Rick fucked away. Edna made appreciative sounds, and she writhed. Janice continued to whimper, but her pussy showed appreciation by the way it spastically clutched at Rick's cock.
Soon both female asses were writhing and bumping as Rick pumped several times in one pussy, then several times in the other. They felt equally good to him. The girls, however, weren't happy with the interruptions.
Edna was the first to voice her frustration:
"Keep it in me, Rick! Finish me first!"
Janice said, to her shame, "I want it! Don't take it awayyyyy!"
Rick paid no attention to their mewling protests. He was having too much fun, turning from one up thrust pussy to the other, keeping them both hot and pulsating at the same time. He watched each fleshy orifice expand rosily and contract while he pronged the other.
Finally, however, his passion heated to the point where he too required sustained action. He chose Edna to finish first, pumping rapidly and non-stop in her clutching, rippling quim until her fuckflesh grasped his cock fiercely and her ass bumped up and down, telling him she was in orgasm.
He pulled his prick from her carnal clutches with a slurphy sound and buried it to his balls inside Janice. He fucked her blonde-fringed cunt as she yelped and bounced atop the bus-seat, her tits hanging down to bobble against her chin.
Faster and faster he pistoned his hard prick in her pussy until her ass arched high and quivered, her quim capturing his cock and stilling it in the fiercest grip he had ever felt from a woman's cunt. He spurted, and she went wild, jerking and moaning. Her blissfully satisfied pussy let him go, and he pulled out, spraying his final milky spurts over both feminine backsides, his cum dribbling down their asscracks.
He flopped into a seat, picked up his neglected can of beer and finished it in a single series of satisfying gulps.
The girls scrambled off the top of the seat. Janice blushed fiercely, found her panties, and pulled them up on the run as she hurriedly exited the bus.
Edna took her time, then picked up a beer and snuggled down next to Rick to drink it.
"Honey ... ?" she murmured after awhile.
"Yeah, you hot witch?" he grinned.
"Tell me about Jim's racket."
Rick sat straight up. "What?"
"Tell me about Jim and the children."
"Hey, now wait a minute ... "
"Come on," Edna coaxed, caressing the young man to help persuade him. "I know something's in the works. I just don't have the details. But I have a feeling maybe you and I can both profit from this thing if we play it right."
"What?" He blinked at her.
"Well, Jim must have some money. At least, he owns this bus. And I'll bet that's not all."
"Are you talking about blackmail or something?"
"I don't care to call it that," she said. "But I do see an opportunity for us to go into business. How about it?"
"Shit, I never considered that angle," Rick said thoughtfully.
"Well, consider. And tell me, is Jim just a dirty old man or ... ?"
"He's a dirty old businessman, you might say," Rick replied, settling back and opening another beer.
"Just what's his real business, huh?" She kept petting Rick.
"Let me get this straight first-you don't care about the kids?"
"I care about myself."
"And you aren't gonna go to the cops or anything?"
"Not if I don't have to."
"Well, shit!" Rick said, and grinned. He was immensely relieved.
"Come on. Tell me." She nibbled at his ear.
"Okay, here's how it goes ... "
Edna listened attentively.