Chapter 1, The Unexpected Trip



My telephone never hoop. Never. Since I moved to this minor Iowa Town, that I picked for the very fact that was lowly, remote, and I did n't know anyone who lived there. I only knew a few multitude in township by starting time name, and almost never told anyone my number. But there was my telephone set, ringing away.



'' Hello ? '' I answered it unsurely.



'' Scott, thank God ! '' said a conversant female person voice, `` I need your help. ``



It was my older sis, Stephanie. She still lived in Idaho where we grew up, and had a family there with a guy she married ten long time ago. `` What 's wrong Steph ? ``



'' Deems Taylor and some of her schooltime admirer are stuck in Lincoln, Nebraska. They were driving to Charlotte, north Carolina for a national track meet and their driver had a spunk flak. He 'll live but he 's seventy and confined to a infirmary bed and there 's no one else within like a thousand miles who I trust to drive them the rest of the way. Their four-in-hand is with them, but she is n't licensed to force a bus. Taylor says she 's trying to rent someone to drive them the rest of the way, '' Steph did n't even give me any chance to ask any questions, `` but I know you have your truck permit, and Lincoln is n't that far away from Iowa ... ''



'' capital of Nebraska is like a three hour thrust from my place, '' I said, `` Besides, why do n't they just fly ? ``



'' Some instructor 's brotherhood prescript and crap, '' she growled. Obviously that was already a sore point. `` Are you still unemployed ? ``



'' No, I 'm an independent declarer. I 'm ego employed. '' I corrected her.



'' Whatever. Can I charter you to take two weeks off ? That is if you 're not too busy… ''



'' No, I 'm not ... '' I grumbled. `` OK, you got a driver. ``



Steph gave me all the details of where and when and a phone numeral to reach and talk to a Ms. Sarah Jordan, the phys-ed teacher who was their track coach. With a warm call to her to let her bed I was coming to take over drive, much to her thanks, I got in my car and drove to the hotel they had booked and got there a piffling after two hour later. Okay I had exaggerated a bit to Steph, but now it was evening and they even had a room booked for me, granted it was originally for their driver, with the ease of the stranded team.



I meet them all over dinner party that nighttime, starting with Ms. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan, `` That 's my mother. Please scream me Sarah, '' she 'd said in our introductions, and likewise I told her and all the teens to call me Scott. She was a substantial woman who, while of middling flavor, had quite a bombastic twain of white meat on her otherwise petite bod, with wide hip joint and obviously strong legs. She had long raven black hair that she kept tied up taut in a bun, and explained that she 'd been a cut star in her juvenility but that ended when she grew her `` excessive exercising weight '' in her chest.



She did suffer an telling duet and I could see how they could get in the way while running, or jump, as she bounced once to ca-ca her stop and I could n't take my middle off them. She explained how her `` swearword '' at pubescence ended her acrobatic vocation, and she knew she would become a gym teacher, and now she was. She could n't be older than thirty, and was probably only twenty-five or so, definitely not less than ten years younger than I was.



'' Uncle Walter Scott ! '' Joseph Deems Taylor, my sister 's stepdaughter, who greeted me excitedly with a hug as soon as she saw me, was xv and a precocious leggy brunette who was always seemed to be getting into trouble. I never met her birth mother who had died in a car chance event. That wreck had also left her with a big scar on her chest where the catch of her car arse had gouged her, even if it had saved her life. I 'd seen it long ago when she was a much smaller tiddler when I babysat her for a week as a wedding talent to my sis for her honeymoon.



Anyway she was two at the time and four when my sister became her female parent, but you would never lie with Taylor was n't Steph 's. They looked and acted exactly like Gemini, always gimcrack and in care, first in origin, and demanding to be the inwardness of attention wherever they went.



There were three other fille with them, Alexis was a curtly giggly blonde with shoulder duration ignition lock, Kayla a shy redheader whose nigh cut mop of hair was quite curly, and finally Natasha a marvelous and overbold blackamoor young woman with just apprehensiveness across her scalp. I 'm certainly I 'd get to know them all better on down the road since we would see no one else for the better percentage of a week on the drive there and back except for the competition themselves, but after dinner we all went to our four rooms, one each for a pair of teenager to ploughshare, and one each for Sarah and I.



The next morning we all boarded the minor bus and began our journey. It was your standard old yellow, but only had about seven rows of seats and a handicapped lift in the back. So while pocket-size, there was still spate of elbow room for the girls to spread out if they wanted to. Natasha sat in the very back, Alexis and Kayla together in the midsection, and Taylor right field behind me, talking constantly. Sarah sat across from Taylor, but just listened.



The first two hours I entertained Elizabeth Taylor, who had n't seen me for a few class from when my sister had live brought her family out to inspect me, and it seemed like she just had to detail every minute between then and now. She talked about shoal, what a drag her mother was becoming, and how she 'd just broken up with her long-time three week boyfriend because he kept trying to see her breast every time they were alone. I was just happy she was felicitous she was a vivacious new girl and tried to listen while I drove. That is what family is for, even if half of it was nonmeaningful newsmonger and melodrama of a XV year old girl.



Eventually though she excused herself and went back to sit and talking with Natasha leaving me to some quiet drive. After a while Sarah leaned over and said, `` Taylor really likes you. ``



'' Yea. She really reminds me of my sister at that age. ``



'' I envy her. I was always an ugly duckling at that age and spend my time alone and just ran on the track, '' she sighed, `` Until the next year when my trunk decided to change all that. '' She gestured to her ample bosom.



She really had quite a stand, I could n't conceive she was that derangement over it. `` seminal fluid on. My wife always used to wish she had with child knocker. I 'm sure the guys hit on you nonstop. ``



'' Oh, they hit on me okay. 'Hey baby I 'm drowning and you look like just the flotation device I need .''' She shook her headland, `` All I am is a distich of bosom to guys. Before that I was invisible. ``



She was getting into a foul modality so I tried to lighten it. `` well, I 'm driving so will just keep my eyes on the road, but seem to still be enjoying your party. ``



I think she smiled and then we settled into some casual small lecture. I still wore my wedding ring, but I told her how my wife had passed away slowly from ovarian cancer five twelvemonth ago. I was better, but just could n't live in our Idaho hometown anymore. Everything reminded me of her, the station we use to go, and everyone always saying how dark they were or remembering her to me. I still missed her, but I just could n't live in that dreadful past tense anymore. I could n't remember her healthy anymore and that hurt more than losing her the number 1 time.



So I moved away. In Iowa I mostly did odd Book of Job and force back a saving motortruck while I lived on an old farm where I could grow my own food for thought, but paid my pecker mostly with by working on the internet as my primary job writing computer software system. I 'm not a flower child, but just wanted to get away from everybody and stimulate some time to myself. It 's prosperous to subsist life alone if you are willing to just work hard. I just sort of fell away from the rest of the world.



I had n't really talked about it in geezerhood, but it felt expert to just open up up to individual who did n't know. Sarah was n't from ID originally and had been looking for a pedagogy job since she graduated college, but had been working at a call center until old Mr. Finnegan, the guy who was my gym teacher finally retired that she was offered the job. She had only just moved there conclusion year, she explained. Then we spent an hour chatting about the few old instructor I knew who were still there, and the new one, and those that had I remembered used to be there.



prison term seemed to fly while we talked and soon it was time for lunch. I pulled off the interstate, fueled up, and pulled into a McDonald 's. The girls and I all ordered food for thought and after hitting the restrooms we all piled back on the bus and drove on.



The girls had shuffled where they sat and were now all in the back talking and giggling as adolescent girls seem too often do. Sarah was n't really good with mapping, but I had looked and planned ahead so call to her we should stop in St. Louis tonight. She started calling to get way for us, and with that done the adjacent few hours were some unruffled driving. Unfortunately the bus was quite old and did n't let a radio, just a CB, but I kept that off.



The late good afternoon had the teens tittering to themselves the all time, while Sarah had nodded off from the farseeing drive in the summer heat. Then Natasha came up behind my seat and quietly asked me, `` Sir Walter Scott, are you married ? ``



'' Um ... I was ... '' I answered uncertainly.



'' Joseph Deems Taylor told us that, but you still have a ring. Are you with individual right now ? '' she asked with a foreign determination.



'' Well ... No, but ... '' I started to intend about what to tell this stranger of a fifteen class old, but she promptly ran back with her solvent to the other teens. They tittered and I looked back at them. Teenage girls and their gossiping. I dismissed it and focused on the movement and new scenery as we were getting closer to St. Joseph Louis Barrow. I 'd never been here myself, but the finish bus number one wood had a clearly route marked out his map that was easy to follow.



A little while later Alexis snuck into the seat behind me and whispered, `` Are you going out with Ms. Jordan ? ``



'' What ? No. I only just meet her today, '' I tried to say calmly.



'' Kay, '' and she took off to riposte her pack of gossipers.



Oh boy. These daughter were going to be Thomas More of a handful than I thought. We were almost to our passing when Zachary Taylor came up behind me again, but instead of talking she leaned close and quickly whispered, `` Kayla thinks you 're hot, '' then scampered back. I looked up into the broad mirror back at the passengers and saw the girls all observation, including Kayla who looked like she 'd die of embarrassment. She blushed so fiercely that her face almost matched the orange of her red whisker as she disappeared behind a seat.



I smiled and shook my headland, remembering when I was that age. The start girl that I ever liked sent me a making love note, but my quondam sis had found it first and I was so queasy as Steph mocked me for having a lady friend that I ripped it up unread. My sister, who was atrocious to me at that age, then went straight over to her house and told her what I did. She stopped hanging out with me after that. That single stupid move set me back at least two old age from getting my first particular date with a girl.



We drove on until I saw the great arch for the starting time time, but had seen the signs so was expecting it. I said loudly, rousing Sarah and getting the lady friend attention, `` Everybody appear on your left and you will see one of our nation 's great landmarks, the St. Louis Arch. ``



Everyone moved to the left and pulled out photographic camera or phones to contain pictures of the repository. It gleamed bright orange in the setting sun, and it was beautiful. After we passed it, I only got a glimpse in my mirror of the giant black arch back lit by the reddening sky. The little girl all oohed and aahed, over its peach, and I was sword lily they were talking about it and not me.



Half an hr later the sun had just set as we pulled into our hotel, and after checking in we went to the diner side by side door. The large kiosk we got in the corner was a round of drinks table with a curved work bench. All the teens piled in leaving Sarah on one end and me across from her on the former position. Natasha sat next to me, then Joseph Deems Taylor, and Alexis, and finally Kayla, still embarrassingly avoiding eye striking with me sitting succeeding to Sarah.



We ordered nutrient and ate while the girls talked, mostly whispering and giggling to themselves. Towards the end someone 's raw foot brushed against my leg. I stiffened and moved my leg slightly away, but the closed book foot kept rubbing me, her agile toes wiggling up my bare knee joint and down my shin.



I looked at the five females across and around from me and tried to think who 's it was, since none were looking at me. President Taylor and Natasha were too close and at the wrong angle, I figured. Kayla was too shy, I was indisputable. I could n't tell if Sarah was playing with me, or Alexis, so I coughed, stood, and excused myself to use the restroom.



I do n't roll in the hay how I had n't noticed it, but when I reached to unzip I was rock difficult. Damn. I guess I was more turned on than I realized. Sure I had n't had sex in more than five twelvemonth, and my body was reacting. shit. This was only the first day of a workweek or to a greater extent with these girls. I hope I can get through it without embarrassing hard-ons. After a few moments I 'd calmed down enough that I was able-bodied to pee and give back to my bottom with the girls.



The mystical fundament did n't return and Sarah paid for our solid food and we separated to our rooms. Our next stop was a country park near Knoxville where the girlfriend could do some outdoor recitation before they got to the meet the day after, so this would be the terminal time I had this a great deal privacy for at least two days.



Instead of going directly to my way I walked over to the gas place across the street. The selection was pocket-size, but there were a few porno cartridge to pick out from. There was the authoritative soft-core man-about-town, the harder Penthouse and Hustler, and then there was an 18Eighteen. I do n't know why I was tempting fortune, but I pulled out that 18Eighteen and bought it and went to my room with the magazine in a plain brownish newspaper bag under my arm.



I got peel and got a small towel from the bathroom and laid back on my bed and pulled out the magazine and covered my belly with the towel. The blanket had a unseasoned girl, but still noticeably older than the teens I 'd been with all day, with one finger at the corner of her mouth as if she just got caught doing something wrong. She was naked down to where the top credit card wrapping turned black at her breast for the rest of the tooshie third gear of it.



I was like a kid with a new nowadays and eagerly unwrapped the plastic, giddily revealing the pert naked chest underneath with a piddling nerve tattoo on one titty. Now I knew what she was caught at and opened up the magazine.



I was already throbbing hard and did n't show any of the stories, or really think much at all. There were a bunch of cute young little girl all naked and wanton. Staring at them I held the magazine publisher with one helping hand and began jerking off with the early. The first couple girls just stripped and put fingers and dildos in their kitty, and I did n't get more than a dozen Thomas Nelson Page into the mag when a twosome of nubile girl began kissing and ended licking each early out in a ilxx posture. My celibate dick could n't take any Sir Thomas More and my desperate masturbation culminated a dozen astute jerk ejaculations that covered the lowly towel on my belly with my salty pickle. I 'd not done that since before I was married, so at least fifteen years.



good story how I use to jerk off all the sentence as a teen, and desired sex all the time as a young adult, but after I fell in passion, got married and had a great sex life until we both endured five years of her slowly dying from the inside, and the last five in mourning. Somehow when she died I thought I 'd lost all my sexual urges with her. I guess not, but they had definitely been repressed until now. I cleaned up and quickly fell asleep.



The next day 's thrust started uneventfully. Everyone was tired of driving every day and the young lady all snoozed on and off while I drove for the next ten time of day. Every now and then Alexis or Natasha would ask me innocent questions now. What 's my favorite coloring material, or food, or when 's my birthday. I answered them honestly, but they were just being polite until they thought it was safe to move to the more interesting enquiry. How old was I when kissed a girl, saw one au naturel, had sex the firstly clip.



I tried to forefend these ones with, `` Older than you, '' or `` That 's a niggling personal, '' but they eventually wore me down with sharing their own stories of first kisses with son behind the gym or on the back of the bus, so I reciprocated with my world-class kiss story, that had Alexis and Natasha eagerly listening behind me. Sarah was back a few seats reading or something, and Deems Taylor was a seat back. Kayla was even further back, but probably still in earshot.



'' Well, my first kiss was n't until high schooling. I went to a terpsichore with this girl. I only went with her because I needed a particular date, and I wanted to look cool to this former girl I liked who was already going with someone else. Now, this is no excuse for bad behavior, but I saw her kissing her boyfriend and was so green-eyed that I kissed the girl I was with. Then of course she slapped me and left me on the saltation floor alone. ``



I laughed at my stupid story, and the two gossipy girls did also, as well as Taylor. It was only then I saw my audience was now all four teenage miss. `` So, just retrieve girl, Cy Young guys will say or do anything to get physical. They can be jerks who do n't care anything about you. ``



'' But you 're not a jerk Uncle Robert Falcon Scott, '' Taylor giggled.



'' Well I like to think that I 've grown up, '' was the only if result I could come up with. `` The point is never let a boy make you do something you do n't want to do. ``



'' Duh. Boys are dumb, '' Natasha pronounced with agency, `` That 's why I 'm looking for a man ! '' That got hoots from the fille, but I was n't sure that was a proficient sign.



'' So, clock time for luncheon and gas, '' I announced, and got the bus into a balance point that had thankfully just come up.



With food and a bathroom break the little girl care had been redirected. By the metre we were back on the route they were all in the terminal two seats in the far back, giggling away with two of them bent over the posterior looking back at the other two, making a teen huddle. Of class this left me alone with Sarah up front, but she had been nice company and I enjoyed it.



They 'd been louder before, but they were very hushed now, so I asked Sarah what they were plotting. `` Oh Natasha bought a new seventeen magazine. Probably some gossip about one of those teen heartthrobs they are so into. '' Well, that was better than being accosted day-and-night with uncomfortable intimate and family relationship question. The side by side several hours were blessedly quiet.



It was n't until it was getting too black for the girls to show that they put their magazine publisher away and came back forward. We were already off the interstate highway and almost to the camping grounds, but all the girls seemed really excited. And why should n't they be, in another new land up in a new set of pile on the other side of the continent, and only one more one-half day from their destination.



The dirt road for the camping primer was quite bumpy and the girls laughed and made a games of it, but soon we pulled in. We unpacked with the lights of the bus and I ended up putting up all four tents. Only Kayla had put up collapsible shelter before, so she helped me put them up while the others unpacked their hooey and got some food from the ranger station a manner back down the camp road.



While we were alone the shy ginger opened up. She reminisced of camping with her dad when she was younger. We talked about the outdoors and she seemed to just peach and lecture once I found her passion for the out-of-doors. She said she wanted to be a ballpark forest fire fighter when she grew up and I told her, `` I 'm for certain you would be a neat one. ``



After the tent were up we put our stuff away and waited for the others to occur back, sitting at the picnic board we had when her newfound openness startled me. `` I 've never kissed a boy before. ``



'' That 's okay ... `` I started a little astounded from her forrader revelation. Then I remembered something stupid I saw I 'm a motion-picture show once and said, `` Neither have I. ``



We both laughed and heard the others returning. Kayla blushed and ran into her tent for a minute while the food was spread out and before coming back to link the rest period of us for dinner, which was mostly frigid cut sandwiches, flake, and some sugared sugariness and soda.



After eating I thought we would release in, but Sarah surprised me, `` OK girls. Tomorrow is the last day before the national qualifications, with the primary event on Sunday. That means we have to get the trip out of our system. Tomorrow at six you 'll do a five knot run, but tonight we will unfold out and walk the one land mile nature trail. '' With that they all got up, several holding flashlights and started walking.



I was going to let them to it but Joseph Deems Taylor stopped and looked back at me, `` follow on Uncle Winfield Scott. You can walk with me. '' She held out her hand. well I could n't refuse so I stood and held her hand as we walked the woods trail.



We caught up to Sarah who was a little behind the other three teens, and walked silently together with President Taylor in the middle. Then President Taylor said, `` I 'm gon na leave Uncle Robert Scott to you bus. Make sure he does n't get lost, '' and quite suddenly she placed my hand in Sarah 's and took off to connect her friends.



I think we were both so surprise we just kept walking, bridge player in paw. I heard the female child giggle and scamper off ahead of us. `` Looks like we were set up, '' I said.



'' indisputable looks that way, '' Sarah agreed, and just squeezed my hand in hers and I smiled. We chuckled as we walked along the peaceful wooded trail and talked more about our past, me remembering camping as a kid, and her going on hybridizing country runs in the woods of upstate New York where she grew up. Sarah was very pleasant and advancing woman and I really enjoyed walking and talking with her for the full moon fifteen bit it took us to get back to camp.



We did n't see the girlfriend again until we got back to camp, where there were giggles and swank lights in just one of the tents. A trivial awkwardly, Sarah finally gently released my hand and approached the tent, `` Are all four of you on there ? ``



The tent got really quiet, `` Yes, '' came a cautious reply from soul inside.



Sarah sighed, `` Okay, but do n't be too tawdry and get to bed soon. You all undecomposed be quick to commence running at offset Light. ``



A chorus of `` Yes coach, '' came back and she smiled at me as she made her way to her own collapsible shelter and disappeared inside. I too went to my own tent and got into some miss bed clothes to relax as I got ready for bed. The next several days would be easy on me. Only a little cause tomorrow, then just taxi duty to and from the cartroad and hotel for the following two years. Then of grade was the four day long return drive back.



I nodded off pretty early, tired from the long hours driving and the stat mi tenacious walk afterwards. The girls were obviously in intimately pattern than I was, and then they were here for their athletic prowess, while I was here just for my ability to beat back a bus. Sometime later I woke and had to take a piss.



The zip fastener opening on the calm down night sounded like a chainsaw, I thought I heard something, but all the tents were still and dark. I walked into the Natalie Wood a little, pissed on a tree and made my way back to my tent. I thought I heard someone whispering, so zipped up my tent without getting in and just waited silently.



About 60 endorsement later, just as I was about to get into my tent for actual when a dim Light came on in one other the female child tents and there were more hushed whispers. I 'm sure it 's much afterward than Sarah intended them to outride out, so I walked out to the backbone of their tent to the window and planned on whispering them a warning to go to log Z's, but with the illumination on inside their tent they did n't see me even though I could now clearly see and take heed them.



All four teenage girls were sitting in a circle around a magazine. I thought it was their teen magazine at first, and was about to dress down them when I heard Kayla say in her soft voice, `` There is no way I could fit something that big inside me. ``



Alexis spoke quietly, obviously because she had to, but still with confident government agency, `` I used to reckon that too, but you 're interior stretch. My mom has a bunch of vibrators and some are almost as thick as my wrist joint. I started with the smallest one. It was really tight going in the first base time, but when I was done I was so loose I think I might feature gotten one twice as big in me. ``



'' Fuck, that 's just a dinky Theodore Harold White rooster, '' Natasha bragged, `` blackamoor cocks are twice and long and even thicker. ``



'' Where have you ever seen a black cock Nat ? You live alone with your mom and are probably the only black family in Gem State, '' Taylor mocked her supporter and called her bluff.



'' Duh, ever heard of the internet ? '' and all the girls tittered.



I leaned in and saw they were looking at moving picture of a guy and missy having sex in the rain shower. Crap ! I think that 's my pornography mag ! They must stimulate snooped through my stuff in my tent before Sarah and I got back or while it was on the bus. I was so embarrassed I did n't bang if I should slink off or yell at them for invading my privacy. That and the personal theme they were describing were so taboo I could n't assist but continue to eavesdrop on them enthralled.



'' But I 've seen my dad in the exhibitor, and it never looked like that, '' Kayla questioned.



Taylor answered that one with self-assurance, `` My dad said it grows when a guy is attracted to a daughter. I saw him poking in his swimsuit once and he said it was natural. ``



'' That 's why they call it getting horny, '' Natasha explained, `` It 's small and spongy most of the time, but grows and gets intemperate and sticks up like a fleshy automobile horn when a guy wants to have it off. ``



Damn, now I was horny and tenting my drawers pretty good. I knew I should really leave or infract this up, but then Alexis said something that made me freeze. `` Man, I 'm ready to make out. What do you guess Scott would do if I slipped into his tent naked ? ``



The girls tittered again, and my manhood throbbed. `` Hey, I thought you were a Virgo the Virgin ? '' asked Taylor.



'' Well technically, but I 've poked most of my mom 's vibrators and half the salad bar in my pussy. I 'm ready to try it for real and 'Uncle Robert Scott'would just make it official, '' Alexis bragged. Just the thought of her working a muddle in and out of her bantam cooch had me quick to burst and I knew exactly what I would do if she snuck into my tent. Unfortunately I knew that could give birth me sent to immure if she did and we got caught.



'' I thought it spite ? '' Kayla said.



'' Only the first metre, '' Natasha answered.



'' It never did for me, '' Alexis threw in.



'' You must feature lost your hymen, '' Taylor pointed out.



'' How can you differentiate ? '' Kayla asked.



'' wellspring, the books I read says it 's this little cutis that covers you 're vagina just inside, '' Deems Taylor answered clinically.



'' Yea, I was doing gymnastic exercise a few year ago, '' Natasha told the former teen, `` And I did a split and started bleeding. It was n't my period so I did n't have any pads and thought I 'd wound myself, but the nurse who checked me out said I just ripped my hymen. She had me put in a tampon and it only hurt a little. After that the good news show is I can use tampons now. ``



'' I could too, but mom would freak, so I still use pad, '' Alexis sighed.



'' My gynaecologist says mine is still intact, '' President Taylor too chimed in her vaginal status.



'' How can you secernate if you still ... you know ... still have it ? '' Kayla asked nervously.



There was silence for a moment. Alexis was the starting time to answer, `` I do n't know. I figure I must consume lost mine age ago. ``



Natasha was side by side, `` Beats me. I do n't take one anymore and did n't even know I had one when I lost it. ``



'' I suppose you must be capable to see it, '' Taylor suggested, `` Like my Doctor of the Church did. ``



'' Oh, '' Kayla said softly, crestfallen.



'' Why do n't you ask your doctor ? '' Taylor asked.



'' I 've never been to one for that, '' she replied.



'' Really ? Why not ? '' asked Alexis sounding shocked. Kayla just shrugged. `` So you 're not on the tab ? '' Alexis continued her interrogation. Kayla just shook her head. `` If you want I could get hold of a feel for you. ``



Alexis 's motion hung in silence for a moment and we all held our breath. Then Kayla whispered, `` No, I 'd be too embarrassed. ``



'' seminal fluid on, '' Alexis pleaded, `` Now I really what to see what one looks like. '' Kayla just blushed furiously. `` O.K. tell you what, I 'll let you see mine first. '' Then without waiting for correspondence she kicked back onto her back and pulled down her boxers and panties both. I wish I had a better vantage point, but all the other three daughter just crowded around to inspect the tiny blonde 's naked bush.



'' Wow, you were n't kidding when you said you were horny, '' Natasha joked.



I heard a wet audio and Alexis answered, `` Yea. All this sex talk has already got me close. ``



'' Close to what, '' Taylor asked, sounding now as shy as Kayla.



'' Cuming of course, '' Alexis giggled.



Kayla did n't answer so Taylor said, `` Having an orgasm. ``



'' I thought you had to deliver sex for that ? '' Zachary Taylor questioned back.



'' Hell no ! '' Natasha interjected. `` I heard my mom tell one of her champion she always has to do herself after her boyfriend is done because he never gets her off. ``



'' Well, that 's why I masturbate, '' Alexis explained. `` Even without a dildo it feels really good. Here I 'll record you. '' Then the wet sounds continued repetitively and getting louder.



I 'm only a man, and this was way too practically for me. Even though I could n't see the activeness clearly, I was at my terminus ad quem. I gently eased my zipper down slowly and pushed my inflexible cock out over my underwear and griped it firmly. I throbbed and pulsed, my eyes rolled back and almost came from that alone.



Then I heard Alexis moan slightly and my manus started moving on its own. I knew I would n't go long, but obviously Alexis was in the Lapplander precondition because she started a myopic outburst of hiccup like squeaks and I started blasting duncical jets of cum hard onto the forage. I heard her hard, meet groan afterwards, and I almost did the same.



I was dizzy from the ancestry and cum drubbing through my system, so crept away from the collapsible shelter as quietly as I could and back to my own tent. I ever so gently eased open the zipper door and got back inside as quietly as I could. Then I promptly collapsed back to log Z's until morning.



The screech of a whistle woke me up with a start. `` Time to run, girls ! Up, up, let 's go ! '' Sarah shouted. There were grumbling strait of the young woman getting up. I started getting dressed also and heard the miss start their run. A few minutes later I exited my tent to see Sarah by the trail with a stopwatch.



'' Good morning, '' Sarah said back happily, then winced and apologized, `` Sorry for waking you, but I 've found that cipher gets shaver moving like the whistling. ''



'' good morning, '' I groggily greeted her nodding, `` Works on grownup also. ``



She laughed and I excused myself to use the restroom. When I got back the girls were just finishing their first lap. They were n't pushing it hard and all jogging in a group, but they were n't even tired from doing the inaugural of five sea mile walk of life, and I knew I could n't perform like that anymore.



Sarah just chided them, `` Going good if you 're a lot of old Lady. gradation it up ! '' They sped up a fiddling and disappeared back into the Wood. I thought about peeking into the girlfriend tent and trying to steal back my porno mag, but with Sarah still here I knew that would n't front good, so I just went back to my tent and started packing up.



After putting my bag and encamp away on the bus the girls passed by for the third time. Sarah shouted to keep going, and the weariness of running was starting to show. For whatever ground Sarah decided to inhale them and said loud enough for everyone to hear, `` Whoever leads the finis lap gets a candy kiss from Scott. ``



The girls all did a double issue between her and I. I just kind of looked at her as they ran off. `` You do n't heed do you ? I know some of them have a crush on you. ``



'' Oh, uh, no. That 's fine. Anything to avail, '' I muttered acceptingly. cerebration, I tried to deepen the content, `` If you want to get your stuff prepare I 'll pack it and tear down your collapsible shelter. ``



'' Sure, '' she smiled, got on her hands and articulatio genus and stuck her top portion into the tent, leaving her waist down outside while she packed. damn, she had a fine ass. Nice and firm, but still bubbly lash out with curved well muscled hips. Her nasty blue devil spandex shorts looked painted on her. I couldn't block looking at her camel toe between her cheeks which was clearly pointing right back at me. I froze, stuck watching her incredibly sexy raise end handshaking and wiggle until she backed out and resist again, bringing me back her packed bag.



I almost forgot what I was doing, but came back to realism and broke down her tent. I heard the girlfriend run past again and it sounded like they were really running hard and faster than before. A few minutes later Sarah 's tent and bags were packed into the bus with mine and I was back with Sarah waiting for the young lady to eat up the last lap and see who won a kiss.



'' Who do you require to win ? '' Sarah asked with a grin.



I shrugged and though before answering, `` I suppose it does n't weigh since it 's just to exalt them to do their intimately right ? ``



Sarah blinked, `` Oh, er, right. ``



It was only a few minutes later we heard the huffing and puffing of respective girls running through the woodwind towards us. Then Alexis and Natasha appeared neck and neck charging towards us. Even though Natasha was much taller, Alexis was really moving for being the shortest of the four girls. If we had a professional goal product line or a camera for a photo conclusion I might have been capable to secernate who won as they went running by, but it looked like a tie to me.



Sarah however was the justice and yelled out, `` Natasha ! ``



The other two little girl appeared out of the Wood, clearly tired and upset and walked up while the world-class two were still catching their hint from the concentrated sprint at the end. I was n't sure how to throw my reinforcement, but Sarah handled that too. `` Go clean up and shower off. The award observance will take on place in twenty dollar bill minutes. ``



The girls, all out of breath, did n't even talk as they went to the toilet marquee. With everything else done Sarah and I just sat down across from each other at a picnic table to wait for the girl. `` Now I hope you call up how to kiss a young girl, '' she said with a smile.



'' Oh, I think I remember how, '' I said with a matching smile. `` It 's like riding a bike. ``



'' I 'm not so for sure, '' she raised an supercilium. `` How long has it been since you kissed a girl ? ``



Caught aback by her examination I got skittish, `` Oh, uh, well ... Not since my wife died. ``



'' That 's what I thought, '' she got up, and then sat close next to me and said with all seriousness, `` buss me. ``



I froze, `` Are ... Are you life-threatening ? ``



'' Am I unattractive ? '' she asked bluntly.



'' No, not in the slightest. I just ... '' I could n't look her in the eye, but then her typeface was against mine and our mouth were touching. I melted. We moved our mouth softly and pressed into each early. I felt her hand on the cover of my head, and I 'd put one of mine on her shoulder. I felt her magnificent bosom pressing up against my chest and arm and kissed her more fiercely.



I 'd been so farseeing since I 'd been that close to a cleaning woman that I suddenly never wanted it to stop and was upset when she finally pulled away. She stood and cleared her throat as she crossed to sit back on the other side of meat of the field day table saying, `` I guess you do still know what you 're doing. Just ... Just keep it chaste for Natasha. And maybe later ... ''



I 'd practically forgot about the former daughter, much less the advantage candy kiss, after this buxom immature adult female had gotten so internal with me, but I nodded and Sarah nodded back as she go out some breakfast cereal for us and the kids from a cooler when I heard the girls returning. Natasha beaming a smile that made her white teeth glow against her disastrous cutis, and the rest nowhere near as happy, but unquiet nonetheless.



Sarah took heraldic bearing again, `` Natasha, as the winner, you get two minutes behind the bus with Scott. Everyone else eat up, then pack up. We hit the route in 30 minutes. '' Then she brought the whistle to her lips. The Lapp ones I 'd just been kissing. Then she gave a cold-shoulder C to make a more gentle tweet.



Immediately the three Edward White young lady sat down, while Natasha grabbed my deal and almost dragged me towards the bus as if she was trying to run away with me. The sing really did make people act with pep. As soon as we were around the bus and out of mickle Natasha literally jumped me. I mean literally because she moved me up against the slope of the bus and wrapped one of her legs up and over my hip, almost mounting me, as she processes to stick her natural language down my throat.



She was grandiloquent and very thinly and light. She had pert little boobs, but her jazzy besotted army tank top kept them in lieu, squished against my bureau. I 'd already been aroused by her coach kissing me just min before, so my hard-on was now raging as this long-shanked teenage black girl did her best to grind her virgin woman, clad only in tight spandex against the bulge in my jeans. I found that despite Sarah instructing me to keep it chaste, instead I has grabbed her rose hip and helped rock her clit on my bloomer as I sucked on her hot pinko tongue.



She quivered stopped kissing me to moan out softly when the whistle chirped in the distance from the other side of the bus. I did n't desire to check making out with this up-and-coming and touchy disgraceful teen, but I eased her down and she whispered quietly, `` That was awful, '' before she took off running back to the group.



I started to follow her back, but heard Sarah yell out, `` And for a well crusade endorse place, Alexis gets one minute. '' Then she tweeted the tin whistle again and the short blonde adolescent was instantly on me and dragging me back behind the bus.



I still had a raging hard-on and had been hoping to let it die down, but Alexis being much more forward and nowhere near as tall as Natasha, grabbed my crotch with her hand as she pulled me down to kiss her. She 'd obviously never kissed many times if ever before, unlike Natasha I figured, because she basically was just opening her mouth and sucking on my rim. But she was bore and grabbed my hand and pulled it to her belly and up under her material and bra to her breast.



She had decidedly bigger breasts than the other teens, but still nowhere near the massive rack of her teacher, or even the modest brace my wife had had, but her nipples were intemperately and long as I flicked them while trying to slow down down this slobbering horny girl 's natural language. She grabbed and squeezed my cock hard through my blue jean, causing me to groan and throb before the pennywhistle ended her wages tryst.



Alexis took off without a watchword, just a smiling, and I just stayed behind the bus cooling off. The girl were almost finished feeding when I got back to the group. They were all smiling, even Sarah, as I sat and poured myself a bowl.



Sarah spoke up and got their attention again, `` Okay, pack it up and break away down the tent. '' She blew the pennywhistle again and the teens jumped up, some still finishing the last spoon of their breakfast. `` move, motion, move. '' Seconds later the board was empty except for her and I and the girls were I 'm their tents.



'' And you Mister, '' she said firmly looking at me. `` I need to sustain a private Good Book, '' and she pointed back at the bus and started walking briskly. 'Oh crap !'I 'd gone too far with those underage girls and now I was going to get an earfull. I followed like a dog who 'd just been scolded and loped after her.



I thought maybe she 'd only gift me a hushed yell with the girls so close, but instead I was surprised she pulled me against her and kissed me hard and passionately. Her lingua probed my mouthpiece and her hands gripped my ass while her breasts collided against my breast. Immediately my dent returned to its full mast position.



I just started to give her candy kiss when she broke away and let go of my ass cheeks. `` We only have a few minutes, '' she whispered as her hands unmake my clit and zipper of my jeans. `` Do n't micturate any interference, '' she warned with a smile before dropping to her knees and poking my surd cock out through my drawers, between her moist lips, and straight all the way down her throat.



I was past the lunation and aimed straight at nirvana 's pearly William Henry Gates as she adroitly started pistoning her head back and forth quickly while sucking on my throbbing manhood hard. I groaned between clenched teeth and unwind my eyes to gaze down at my cock-sucking angel. Her long shine raven black hair was twirled between my finger's breadth as I clenched the backbone of her forefront and saw past to look down her army tank top at the most cleavage I 'd ever seen in my animation as I immediately erupted.



'' Oh my god ! '' I groaned as I came. I do n't know how she did it, since my wife had always gagged or skewer me out when I 'd cum in her mouth before, but Sarah stayed deep on me as I pulsed shot after buck my hot salty freight down her gullet. I quivered and shook as she leeched every utmost drop from my nut sack before she released me. I 'd already recoil to half my size when my dribbling member left her mouth and she licked her lips to trip up any from escaping.



I sagged up against the bus for support and felt totally gull punched. She wiped some excess saliva from her sassing and stood brushing the tangles I 'd made of her hair. `` Mmmm, tasty. Now get cleaned up, the young lady will be here soon and you still need to drive us all. '' Then Sarah headed back to the campsite.



I blanked, and just caught my breath, with my shriveled yet fulfil putz dangling out and my pants around my ankles, for a present moment before quickly coming back to reality and began cautiously redressing.



I stumbled back to the table and ate while the girls packed up and broke down their tents. It 's a lot light to take them apart than to put them together, and with a short instruction from Kayla the girls did all the study. I just sat and watched those nimble young affair oeuvre, bending over, standing up. I could n't help but feel that every time they stuck their ass out or got on their knee, they were showing off and posing for me. They were all dressed in standardized peel tight running spandex boxershorts and storage tank circus tent that left niggling to the mental imagery, but my imagination was running gaga and free.



To soon they were packed up and I was the slowpoke. We all boarded the bus and began the end leg of our trip to their destination.


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preview of Chapter 2 : The cart track sports meeting, winners and losers, and alone metre with several characters in my hotel room.


preview of Chapter 3 : The trip home is a LOT more shake, with a lot more bumping along the road.


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