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Catastrophic Calamities at the County Fair, Part 1


*All characters are over 18 years old*

Credits to Ray Bradbury



Part 1, Arrival at the Fair


The sun shone brightly on a beautiful August day, as the school bus turned off the main road and proceeded down the rather bumpy gravel track leading to the parking lot of the country fairgrounds. The bus was filled with students from Puttyville’s Ivy Industrial Institute on their way to the Annual County Fair. Excitement about the field trip buzzed through the bus as everyone finished their sack lunches. Despite all the bus’s windows being rolled down, it was quite warm aboard the vehicle.


Right up front, fanning herself with the fair program, sat Regina Dubois, the school’s Provost, and Dean of Students, growing more uncomfortable by the minute. Fully six feet and two inches in her heels, statuesque was an understatement when describing Regina. Her height and shapely legs made her full bosom and broad hips seem more proportional than a straining 39-inch tape measure might indicate.


With a haughty “Hrrrumph!” she brushed a fiery lock of her red hair from her flushed face, sheened with droplets of perspiration. Today she planned to be far away from this banal annual tradition, but that was before the silly Miss Dilby fell and sprained her ankle. Only this morning, after she was dressed and heading for the art museum, had the crotchety Ms. Cordelia Cockfoster, president of the Institute, rang and re-routed Regina, to be relegated to a school field trip chaperone.


While the students chatted with bubbly excitement, Regina superciliously stewed about having to babysit a group of boisterous students running about at a ‘rinky-dink’ carnival. She was furious at Cordelia.


“Really?” Regina thought bitterly to herself. “The Dean of Students demoted to serve as a child minder?” “How could the Cockfoster be so cruel?” She hated riding on the filthy bus, lacking air conditioning. She was also disgusted by the provided cafeteria food smelling up the vehicle. She fanned her face faster as she was completely overdressed and already hot and very bothered.


She continued complaining, “Of all days for this to occur!” Regina was supposed to be attending a spectacular unveiling at the art gallery today and was completely crestfallen when Cordelia called and asked her to cover for a lowly teaching assistant injured this morning. She should be sipping sherry and enjoying a canapé right now, while admiring the well-muscled nude male statues chiseled from stone and sizing up the well-heeled males in attendance for comparison. Instead, here she was; bouncing and sweating on a vinyl bus seat, pressed against the moist, full-figured band leader, Ms. Mildred Bushyberry!


Today for the art show, Regina had carefully selected and purchased a special outfit as well as a new ensemble of classic underpinnings. She wore a rich red 1960-era short sleeved sheath dress with a deeply scooped neckline, magnificently showcasing her luscious, curvy breasts, upthrust and well-fettered. Her luxurious red hair was perfectly styled and pinned up in a most elegant fashion. Regina’s toned arms were decorated with a pearl bracelet and a Cartier watch. She also carried a matching leather handbag.


True to form, she carefully selected very special undies for today, but more on those later. Her boned underwear provided a gentle foundation to her chest, waist, and hips, and presented a splendid overall shape. From the rear, her black seamed RHT silk stockings encased her lovely gams from her four-inch scarlet heels, skyward for seemingly miles, until vanishing beneath the daring vent in the back of her tight dress. Instead of full-cut sheer panties, today she had chosen something a bit more daring for the day-a saucy pair that hugged the hips, revealing quite a peek of cheek on the backside, despite her misgivings as to the risk. Even now, as she squirmed a bit, she felt a sexy snuggie as the silk worked its way between the cheeks of her full, rounded bottom. She slyly smiled as she wiggled her ass gently on the seat, so Mildred would not notice.


She looked down while seated and saw to her discomfiture, just below her considerable trembling bare breast-tops, that despite her slip, she could see her garters and their metal clips printing on her dress, across her thighs.


She thought to herself, suddenly very self-conscious, “I just knew this was too snug! People will think I’m wearing a wiggle dress...and it’s sooo hot today!”


With a particularly rough ‘BUMP!’ Regina was jolted back to the present. She realized here she was, sweating and miserable, forced to eat this revolting school lunch to avoid becoming lightheaded and perilously close to being embarrassingly un-in-charge.


Regina frowned and looked askance at Millie chewing a mouthful and asked, “Mildred, how can you eat that disgusting tuna sandwich?”


“It’s not so bad, Reg, they also had ham. I traded with Primrose earlier because tuna salad upsets my stomach. Here, won’t you please try this half of my ham sandwich?”


“Well...okay...” Regina muttered, as she slowly bit into it with a wrinkled nose. She just managed to eat it all up as the bus began to slow. Regina waited, as she watched her bench-seat buddy with disdain, the jigglepotumus Ms. Bushyberry, munching on her cookie. The pair of perspiring faculty professors were both full figured women and filled their seats most snugly. Their silk stocking-sheathed thighs rubbed together while their torsos and sweat-flecked arms occasionally brushed against each other. Regina was disgusted with this travel situation.


The truth be known, to call Bushyberry fat was not correct. While certainly not statuesque, at 66 inches tall and sporting 37-27-37” marks, Millicent was unquestionably Rubenesque. Today she looked striking. Millie wore a special ensemble; a snug and short black sleeveless sheath dress decorated with red side panels. The garment embodied the I3 school colors, as well as coordinated with her band’s uniforms, they would be wearing at the performance today. Her lush head of dark hair was permed into ringlets surrounding her smiling flushed face. She was determined to lead her orchestra to victory in the fair’s ‘Battle of the Bands.’ Beneath her dress, Millie was fully fastened. She sensibly wore a full black slip atop a longline girdle; its garters firmly anchoring her nude, RHT silk stockings. Her girdle was coupled with sturdy control top panties, and a heavy-duty bra that could well-secure her Guns of Navarone-sized boobs!


Millie whistled her band's big number, while Regina unhappily wriggled closer due to the lurching of the bus, grinding to a stop.


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Further back in the bus, sat Primrose and her crush Miles, sadly separated by the aisle. Prim wore a fetching pair of tight white athletic short shorts, coupled with a pink tube top and matching sneakers. Miles, wore a zip-neck polyester shirt, Bermuda shorts, and loafers.


Recently, things had not been completely rosy between the two lovebirds. Prim had been teasing Miles unmercifully with the promise of some fantastic fellatio but she unfalteringly failed to follow through. Even now, as he watched her drinking her soda pop, Primrose caught his eye. She licked the neck of the bottle most suggestively, then darted her pink tongue down its throat. She winked coyly at Miles, and giggled loudly.


This flirting was not lost on a mother who delivered a sharp snap to Miles’s head. She snipped, “Miles, keep your eyes forward.”


“OWIE!” he yelped. Right beside Miles, sat another chaperone and his domineering mother, Alexandra Jameson. She was determined to stifle any hanky-panky on this outing. She wore a sleeveless white denim shirtdress, fastened with brass buttons all up the front, a narrow leather belt, and strappy heeled sandals.


Behind Prim and Miles, were Genevive Jameson and Beth Modiste. They were bickering about the latest cheerleading angst and batting each other with their empty paper lunch sacks. Beth had on a tie-front crop top, tight capri pants and Doc Martins with pink laces. Gen wore a light green jersey top, and hip-hugging cutoffs, coupled with platform slides.


In the back of the bus, sat Al Roper Jr., wearing bib overalls without a shirt, a feed cap, and brogans. Right next to Al was Annie Andreson. She was dressed in an electric blue terry cloth romper suit, sleeveless and legless, as well as a pair of wedged heels. Annie was showing a lot of sun-tanned skin, beautifully complimenting her long blonde hair.


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The bus rumbled to a stop and the doors opened. Just as everyone stood up to bolt out, Regina rose to her imposing, high heeled-height, and blocked the aisle, effectively arresting everyone’s exit. She towered over the anxious undergraduates as a hush fell over the bus.


Regina barked, “Now listen up, all my students. I well know that when you are unsupervised by your faculty, the entire school erupts into a shameless display of adolescent abandon! Today, I am well supported by a host of chaperones. I expect everyone to behave, represent our school in a most favorable light, and practice the very picture of protocol, decency, and decorum. There are to be no public displays of affection and absolutely NO ribald behavior. Violators will be given demerits and returned to wait with the bus in this hot parking lot. "AM I BEING CLEAR?” A pregnant pause ensued as Regina’s chin rose in approval to see her chaperone, Alexandra Jameson, sitting very straight and nodding in agreement, while looking very sternly at Miles and Primrose.


"Yes ma'am!," the students responded loudly.


Regina continued, “Now, we will orderly and quietly exi...”


“BRRRIIINNNGG!” Just then, the rear emergency escape door burst open, and the alarm bell sounded, drowning out Regina. Her eyes flashed with fury to be so interrupted. She saw Al and Annie jump out the back before she finished her instructions. This sudden exit triggered the rest of the students who all stood and bolted past Regina with such a start, the dean was knocked back on her duff, right atop Millie who shrieked with surprise. Regina’s legs flew up as her skirt drooped, exposing her gartered stocking tops, as well as a bright red panty peek to the flood of outrushing students. Mildred’s dress also rode up and her girdle gripping her plump thighs was prominently displayed.


Once the bus was empty; the tangled twosome managed to sit upright. Millie helped Regina back into her seat and the ladies tugged their dresses back into place. Embarrassed, the two looked away from each other as they then stood up at the same time, comically colliding with each other.


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Shaking her head in disgust, Regina exited the bus followed by Millie Bushyberry. Right at the bottom of the bus door steps, waited Ms. Cordelia Cockfoster and Mr. Ernest Bastermats, whose family chemical company was sponsoring the fun fair this year. Cordelia fumed and stared daggers as she shook Regina’s and Millie’s hands.


She said icily, “Ladies, I see you managed to get the students here in one piece, albeit not without a lapse of discipline and more or less a Moriarty upskirt upon arrival!”


Regina blustered, “It was that miscreant Al Roper and his girl Annie! They ruined my cautionary address and ....”


“Reg,” Cordelia countered, “You cannot continuously blame the kids for your shortcomings. You must get control of yourself...and your clothing...and behave like a proper provost of our beloved Institute!”


“B...B... But I was...” Ernest cut off the protesting Regina, and declared, “I think everyone made it just fine and we should go in and enjoy the carnival! Ladies, right this way. There is someone I want you to meet.”


The foursome moved to the ticketing area and entrance to the fair. After Ernest gave everyone a ticket, each of the adult fairgoers moved through the rusty, old-fashioned, iron turnstile, operated by a rather crusty carny and a clown. While all the kids clicked through with speed, the process slowed as the more mature and comelier customers’ approached.


The carny said, “A lady always waits for her gentleman to hold the gate for her... Please, ma’am, one at a time.”


Regina smirked to see Bushyberry squeeze through the turnstile. It was tight fit and only with considerable pressure was Millie able to get through. As the clown approached, the carny pushed on her plump ass cheeks with both hands, getting a most good grip before guiding the aghast Millie in.


“Why was it turning so slowly?” Regina wondered. Then it was her turn. The carny gave her butt a firm pat as she moved through the turning bars. She gasped in alarm and felt the bars lock up before she could pass through. The clown pretended to assist, but only managed to feel Regina up as she squealed in protest. The horny harlequin got quite a handful of her hooters before Ernest interceded and helped Regina out of the barrier. Regina flushed and flashed her eyes angrily at the clown and carny as more than a few chuckles sounded from watching fairgoers.


Once in the fairgrounds proper, both man-handled matrons looked back at the entrance with incredulity as they both patted their dresses, their hands moving all about their recently groped goodies with disbelief as to what had just happened.


The sunny fairgrounds were divided into various sections. Immediately across from the entrance was the Midway with a plethora of amusements. Then followed the rides section, food fair, and finally the bandshell and animal exhibits.