They had to make a wide circle around the camp to get to Wilma's house. The Gans' home sat away from all the other cottage, and barracks on a slight rise and Lonny and his stoned, horny friends didn't want to be seen going in a group up to the house. If they attracted attention, they might spoil the whole thing.
They were all flying on pot when they dropped into a drainage ditch and walked along it, skirting the camp. It seemed as if they walked for hours. To Lonny, leading the way, it seemed like they had walked clear out of the colony in the ditch, yet, when he stopped and climbed the embankment to look, he still had another hundred yards to go. He had been set tiny a fearful pace, the others panting to keep up with his relentless trot.
He was worried. It seemed like a lot of time had passed since they left the showers and he was afraid he was going to miss something. They threaded their way through a field, slowing down and growing cautious as they approached the Gans' house from the rear. Lonny thanked his luck. Two lights were on in the back of the house, one at either side.
A quick check of the first lighted window and they came and told them it was the kitchen with Wilma moving around fast, taking down two glasses and a whiskey bottle and pouring very generous drinks. Then she turned and walked into the darkness as the boys crouched against the side of the house and crept along toward the other lighted window. They arrived and Lonny peeked in the window and saw Wilma coming through the door, offering Beth one of the glasses. Lonny looked at Beth lying on the bed, pillows propped under her head, a ridiculous hair dryer on her head. She still had her robe on and Lonny knew what she looked like under it and his teenage penis jerked slightly in his pants. He had to know who this hot lookin' little bitch was, and, no matter what, he was going to get his share of her even if she was just passing through.
The boys took turns looking, Lonny crouched below the window, tapping each one's leg when he thought they had enough time, checking out the action between each looker. When it got good, he would take over. A careful check of the area around him told him it was an ideal spot. A berry bush grew behind them, practically hiding them with its branches reaching almost to the house over their heads.
Inside, there was a table in front of the window with an unlighted lamp on it and a potted fern. It was a perfect cover. They could peek into the room from the darkness, peering under the fern, and seeing everything. The bed was across room and neither of them were facing the window. The one little bedside lamp was perfect to see by.
The girl on the bed, the one with the almost perfect features, a kind of dark haired Grace Kelly, reluctantly accepted the drink, sipped at it and made a face. Wilma tossed hers off like it was orange juice and laughed at Beth's polite way. She made a gesture, holding her nose and tilting her head back. Beth tired to imitate her in a refined way and swallowed half the drink and choking with Wilma patting her on the back then stroking her body.
"Hey, you're sure not used to white lightning," she said.
"I guess not," Beth gasped, her eyes running.
"Drink up and then I'll give you a massage and you can drop off to sleep."
"Oh, I'd love that. I don't know if I can finish this," Beth said, holding up the half-empty glass. She wondered if all westerners drank moonshine from an ordinary drinking glass filled to the brim. She had never had so much straight whiskey at one time before she was glad she had come. The house was a delight, neat and clean and colorful, a real western home. She felt so good and clean and warm and already she could feel the white lightning spreading through her body, warming her and numbing some of her excited nerve endings. And Wilma, sitting next to her on the bed, tenderly massaging her body, felt so good. She smiled at her and Wilma blew her a kiss. She wanted to please her and belong to the group so she raised the glass and said, "Down the hatch," and drank the rest, choking it down and catching her breath.
"Wowee," Wilma said. "Honey, honest, it gets smoother and easier as it goes along." She took the glass from Beth and said, "How about a refill? A little dividend?"
"No, I couldn't drink anymore. Honest. I can feel it affecting me already."
Wilma was about to coax or bully her into another drink when a high pitched whistle came from the direction of the kitchen. Beth looked surprised. "What's that?"
"That's the water I set to boilin'," Wilma said, getting up. "I'm brewin' us some tea to go to bed on. It's a special herb-tea folks brew around here. Relaxes you."
"Oh, I'd love some tea."
"Back in a jiffy. Don't fall asleep with that thing on your head." Wilma hurried to the kitchen and turned off the stove and set up a teapot and took down a box of mistletoe tea. There was an excited, satisfied grin on her face. It had been a long time and the last woman she had was Jake Barne's wife. She had to be careful, if Judd ever found out, she was in trouble. If anybody ever found out, she was in trouble for there were nothing but small-town minds in the camp and most of the time they were so bored they were dying for something to talk about. Everybody knew about Jake Barnes and Tina down at the admissions office. Everybody, including Mrs. Barnes, cute little Dixie herself. Wilma had been most sympathetic.
Now, she thought, she had something great. The best thing she ever had. Yes, she thought, stirring the pot of narcotic tea, even better than Judd. She was going to give this little city girl a time she wouldn't forget and maybe it could work into a steady thing.
While waiting for the tea to steep, she poured herself a stiff shot of white lightning and gulped it down, feeling the alcohol click on a section of her brain in which she felt lewd and alive and excited. Quickly, she pulled off her panties and hid them in a drawer. Smoothing her dress down, she took the pot of tea and two mugs and hurried back to the bedroom.
A quick glance at Beth told her the white lightning was having its effect. The whiskey was genuine mountain-grown, one hundred and ten proof of liquid dynamite; certainly enough to befuddle a naive little easterner who had never had it before. Beth was sitting up and had, with a silly giggle, taken the dryer off her head and her long raven hair tumbled down. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and her robe had fallen open almost to the waist and her long slender curving calves and long well formed thighs were exposed. She looked up at Wilma and laughed. "Wow, am I dizzy."
Wilma sat next to her and motherly kissed her on the cheek. "Poor kid, you're beat and I can see you're not used to white lightning."
"What a name," Beth mumbled.
"Here, drink this tea, it'll relax you and sober you up." Wilma poured the mug full and handed it to Beth.
Beth smelled the rising steam. "Mmm. Smells good. What kind of tea is its'
"Mistletoe. It grows wild out in the fields between crops. We gather what we need, dry it, and drink it. It really relaxes you. Drink up."
Beth blew, then sipped at the hot tea. "It's good."
"Drink some more," Wilma said, putting her hand on her bare thigh and stroking it.
Beth obeyed, her vision getting blurry. She finished the mug as Wilma stroked her thighs. A dreamy quality came over her, a strange kind of serenity. It seemed, suddenly, that nothing that was happening was real. No, that wasn't quite it. It seemed more lace nothing that was happening really mattered. There was nothing to get upset about. Besides, it felt so good. The stroking on her thighs felt so good and she put the empty mug down and leaned back, grinning unsteadily at Wilma who was stroking both her thighs with her hands now.
"Do you like me, Beth?"
Beth was mildly puzzled for a moment. Not at the question, but at the sound of Wilma's voice. Although she heard her clearly, the sound seemed to come from far off and something was wrong with the time: had Wilma just asked that question or was that a long time ago. She smiled back, dazed and relaxed. "Of course I do."
"That s good. I was hoping you would because I like you."
"That's nice." Beth cocked her head, it didn't even sound like her own voice.
"I like you a lot," Wilma said, leaning closer so that the heat of her breath was on the young girl's cheek.
"That's nice." It could almost be another person speaking for her. Whoever was speaking, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except to go to sleep and let Wilma run her hands up and down her wonderfully relaxed body.
"Lie down. That tea is good, isn't it? Can you feel it yet?" Wilma watched Beth carefully. Mistletoe tea carries one of nature's tranquilizers used by country folk whenever anyone was in pain. The powerful combination of fatigue, white lightning and mistletoe tea was having its effect. Beth might even drop off to sleep. It didn't matter, Wilma would soon have her awake again.
"Oh, I feel so good," she whispered, lying back on top of the covers, her eyes closing. Wilma looked at the lamp and thought of putting it out. No, she thought, with it on, I want to see everything.
"Do you like my stroking your leg?" she asked softly.
"Hmmmmm, it feels nice," Beth murmured.
"Here, let's get that robe off before you conk out and I can rub you some more." A hint of suspicion, of doubt, glinted in Beth's dull gaze and Wilma added, "Get out of that robe and roll over on your belly, I'll give you a real relaxing massage."
Her voice reassuring and the idea so appealing, Beth let Wilma help her out of her robe. She must be tired she thought hazily, for her arm caught in a sleeve and she had to tug, shaking her breasts, her flesh quivering as the older woman watched breathlessly. Naked, feeling a wonderful freedom and brazenness, she lay back and stretched her body and it seemed to ripple voluptuously with her pelvis tilting up for just one tantalizing second to reveal the soft, hair-covered folds of her vaginal lips.
Wilma's teeth were clenched as she watched her lazily roll over on her stomach and saw her delicately long and curved back that swooped into her high firm buttocks that were so white and tempting. She laced her fingers and cracked her knuckles and flexed her fists. "I used to be a real masseuse before I married Judd Gans and ended up a cowgirl."
"Did you'
"Ha!" Wilma said, pleased with herself as she pulled up her dress and climbed on the bed and straddled Beth's legs near the knee and looked down at all her vulnerable loveliness. "Didn't know I knew a fancy word like 'masseuse' did you? I was real good at it and I liked it, but Judd made me quit it."
"Took you away from it?" Beth's voice was dreamy and she moaned with delight as she felt Wilma lean over her and her hands begin to knead the flesh on her back.
"Yeah. He was funny about it. Didn't like me doing it. I liked it. I made some friends. I liked them. I liked them a lot." Beth was only moaning softly with delight as Wilma's hands worked expertly over her back. It didn't matter if she didn't talk. "He only wanted me to give massages to him, the horny old devil," Wilma went on, working lower, into the small of Beth's back. "He didn't like me doing that to other people. In a way I can't blame him, if I like a person, you know, I give them a real good massage. I go out of my way to please them."
Her hands slid onto Beth's smooth white buttocks and she began massaging them, cupping her cheeks and squeezing them then parting them so that she could see the young teacher's tiny, tightly puckered anus then she began to knead the naked flesh with gentle fingers. "You like that?" she whispered.
"Ohhhhh, that feels so good. I've never had a massage before," Beth slurred in a quiet voice. She was utterly relaxed and Wilma's hands felt soothing and strangely exciting. It was all right, after all, Wilma was a professional.
"I'll give you a good one, Beth, one you'll never forget. Just stay relaxed and do what I say. Promise me?"
"All right."
"Do you like me?"
"Yes."
"I like you a lot, a whole lot. When I had friends I liked a whole lot, I give them a real massage."
"That's nice," Beth said, her voice barely a whisper. She was so relaxed it seemed as if she were drifting and she had floated a long way off, leaving her body behind with Wilma. Besides, her hands felt so good. So good and exciting. Yes, definitely exciting; for strangely, she could feel herself being aroused far beyond any point she had obtained with Bill. She felt oddly lewd, and yet, all was serene and there was nothing to worry about. She could even go to sleep if she wished.
Wilma's voice was low and urgent and seemed to come to her from far away. "Let me show you just how much I like you."
Beth breathed a sigh. "All right." She felt Wilma bending over her and then her wetly kissing mouth burned on her back and she grinned, feeling it pleasant. Her mouth was all over her shoulders and back and her soft wet tongue was licking and she wanted to curl her shoulders with pleasure. Her body slipped lower with her mouth and tongue following, leaving a wet trail down past her naked waist.
She felt Wilma's hands massaging the cheeks of her ass again and she moaned with pleasure.
Outside, a short, vicious, silent fist-fight took place. All of the young boys were so excited and vying for looks that they scuffled with one another and Lonny stood crouched in the dark, his fists ready, his head swiveling to find another target. There were no more takers. You had to be crazy to take on Lonny when he got mad. His eyes went cold and his face went blank and he went at you with a kind of reckless madness. It seemed like he not only wanted to beat you, he wanted to kill you.
Two of his friends, driven mad by the desire to see, lay sprawled on the ground, one nursing an aching jaw and the other putting a rapidly swelling eye in his hands and rocking back and forth.
Lonny put both his palms out and froze. They all froze and listened. Far off, across the fields, he could hear the coyotes howling. He tiptoed to the window and peeked. All was well, Wilma was massaging the girl's back and working her way down. Ducking away from the window and motioning for his friends to follow. They ran back out of earshot and crouched together. Lonny looked at their faces. "Okay, here it is: any guy gets out of line and blows this is going to get a hell of a lot worse than what was got. And after I'm through with you, you'll have my old man to deal with. Maybe you'll even get caught with some pot on you. That's one-to-ten in states prison. Clear?"
Everyone nodded.
"Okay, I know everybody wants to see, but everybody can't see all the time. I'm doing the watching because I need enough evidence to put this chick in her place. Christ, I wish we had a camera! I'm going to get that hot little bitch in a corner and I'm doing it for you guys. Listen, we'll take her up to that hippy commune for a weekend and get her stoned and then her hot little pussy'll know what it's like to really get lucked. Now let's get back and for Christ sake, keep quiet."
They hurried back, eager to get any glimpse Lonny would allow them. All of their cocks were erect and hard as they thought of what was coming up. Lonny had a way of getting what he wanted and they could tell from the way he talked that he wanted to fuck that chick.
Crouched down by the side of the house, Lonny straightened just in time to see Wilma crouched over the naked back of the girl, her hands gently massaging her now softly yielding buttocks as she parted the cheeks and bent her head, her tongue flicking out over the nude girl's tiny, unprotected anus.
Beth felt like a searing fire swept through her, a fire so hot yet so sweet. Her body felt so good and heavy, like lead. All she could do was let out a moan of delight as the tongue lashed back and forth and she felt the hot oily moisture of desire growing in her cunt as her vaginal lips swelled warmly between her thighs.
The tongue would not let her be and she felt her curvaceously rounded hips moving despite her hesitant thoughts. What actuary were her thoughts? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the tongue.
Wilma's tongue was all over her anus, probing soft and wet while her hands parted Beth's thighs and the tongue slipped lower and licked over her vaginal lips. Then, slowly, deliberately, she felt Wilma's tongue pushing into her cunt, parting the smooth, sensitive walls and feeling soft and hot and wet. It slid maddenly up and down the excitedly fluttering slit and Beth thought she had never felt anything so good in her whole life. Why hadn't Bill treated her this way? If he had done this to her with such gentleness, she would have willingly done anything he asked.
Wilma pulled her head away and was urging her to roll over. It had been so nice the way it was she was willing to lie there all night and let Wilma do what she wanted. Still, in her deeply drugged state, she dimly remembered Wilma saying something about doing what she wanted and she rolled over on her back heavily, legs falling limply open.
She could open her heavily glazed eyes just wide enough to see the camp boss' wife taking off her dress over her head. Her young-looking figure was naked except for her bra and then the older woman took that off too, her small breasts so proud and pointed. She smiled down at Beth. "You have such lovely breasts, so full and well shaped."
Beth couldn't answer, only smile a silly dazed smile.
Wilma was looking down at her, her hands running over her own body, her fingers omnivorously massaging her own cunt. "Let me show you just how much I like you," she purred in a low, heavy-with-passion voice.
Outside, Lonny's eyes went small and cruel as he saw Wilma Gans, naked, lay down on top of the girl and kiss her on the mouth. He watched, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he then saw the older woman press her legs together and wedge them between the legs of the girl who didn't protest but only spread her legs wider. Then Wilma began grinding her pelvis and buttocks like she was a man fucking the girl, rubbing her pubic hair against the Girl's cunt.
His face was pressed against the pane and he held his breath to keep from fogging it as he saw Wilma force her hand down between them and caress the girl's vagina and spread the soft hair-lined lips wide with her fingers then lower her groin and grind her pubic hair on her open pussy and clitoris.
A deep dark thrill went through Beth and she let out a moan of delight to match it. This was even better than the shower and she was feeling an orgasm of shattering force growing in her. Why wasn't Bill like this? Maybe this was Bill? No, it was that woman from the shower and they were on a bed and she was driving her mad. "Ohhhhhh, stop," she moaned, not really meaning it.
"You like that?" Wilma whispered wetly in her ear, grinding her buttocks down and rotating them a little harder. "If you like it, I'll do it some more. And I'll do other things.
"It's so good. It's so… almost too good," Beth heard her seemingly distant voice say. It had been a languid breathy voice which betrayed the extent of her passion. Oh God, what am I doing, she moaned silently to herself.
Outside, Lonny couldn't keep his hand off his prick. Neither could any of the other guys as they took turns looking, pulling away at Lonny's leg tapping command. None of them had ever seen a thing like this before and all of them were excited to the point where they'd fuck a hole in the ground.
Lonny took over again as Wilma wrapped her arms tight around Beth and Beth bent her knees and spread her legs wider, tilting her hips upwards and spreading her cunt as much as possible as Wilma crushed her breasts against hers and began rubbing faster and harder. Beth could feel Wilma's cunt swelling between her tense thighs and every once in a while there was the slick sensation of both their lubricated little clitorises sliding over one another.
Wilma was kissing her on the mouth now, running her tongue in and out of her mouth in rhythm to her pelvic movements and she-felt her own hips beginning to twitch and toss with a lewd power all their own. Her orgasm was building fast and with a force that would not be denied. She felt it coming and her whole body stiffened, arched, then trembled as her cum crashed through her body in a pleasure so intense that an she could do was open her mouth and scream up into the other woman's throat.
"Ohhhhhhhaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhh hhhhhaaaaa!" The animal scream seemed to come from deep within her; it came freely and was almost like the wild signaling that Beth was no longer the girl she had been a few hours earlier. The beast, the primeval urges that had so long slept dormant in her; the urges, tastes, and desires that had been repressed and denied by all her education and experience now were surfacing and twisting her body in a wild, untamed ecstasy as she writhed and moaned under the naked body of Wilma Gans.
Wilma was kissing and smiling, whispering in Beth's ear while outside, Lonny and his friends were wild with lust and frustration. They were agitated, elbowing each other aside in order to see, their lust making them reckless and aggressive. Only Lonny was quiet, standing away from the windows and staring off with tight narrowed eyes, his face flat and looking much older – and cruel – than his sixteen years. Lonny Lamont had made up his mind he was going to fuck that girl. Maybe even Judd Gans' wife, Wilma. Maybe the two of them at the same time or that girl in there with the beautiful books and elegant face would come down a peg or two or find herself in jail on a moral's rap.
The boys were fighting under the window, scuffling in the dirt and whispering fierce threats at one another. Lonny came out of his dream-state and walked over to them, hitting them at random and pushing the younger ones away and stood with his back to the window, his fists ready, glaring at his friends. They stepped back automatically. Lonny was the leader and he ruled by force and threats. Being a sheriff's son was reason enough to be paid attention to; but Lonny had something more: a drive, an energy, a recklessness that was suicidal to overlook. With a smile that was almost a sneer, he turned his back on his friends and resumed peeking through the window.
Beth collapsed, a loose smile on her lips, her eyes closed.
"You like that?" Wilma whispered.
"Mmmmm." She couldn't help it, she was drifting off to sleep.
"I like you. I can do more things but I won't unless you want me to."
Wilma's voice and intonation was smutty and excited. After bringing Beth to her orgasm, she was more aroused than ever. She lay on top of Beth, her hips still pumping and grinding slowly and obscenely. "I'll do it if you want me to. I'd love to do it!"
The lewd excitement reached the portion of Beth's brain that was still conscious. "Oh yes!" she sighed. "Do things to me!"
Wilma gloated and found her sensuousness increased. She was so hot she had to have relief. She began kissing Beth's face and body again, slowly sliding down her trembling nakedness, licking at her neck and shoulders and then all around her breasts as the young drugged school teacher lay still, breathing deeply.
Wilma crouched on her knees, her legs widespread so that Lonny could see her pulsating cuntal mouth swollen with desire and slightly open. It was a bright glistening slit dividing her pubic hair. Wilma didn't have a bad figure at all and he was determined to get her too. But the girl lying on the bed was first.
Lonny watched as Wilma crouched over the girl, her hips pumping obscenely as if she were impaled on an invisible cock and was riding it up and down. One of her hands cupped the girl's breast and squeezed it, her fingers pinching the nipple as her teeth nibbled at it and she pursed her lips and sucked hard on the nipple. The girl on the bed moaned. Her eyes were closed yet her body moved in lewd response. She bent her knees slightly and Lonny saw her cunt spread with its fluted hair-fringed edges seeming to swell again.
Wilma attacked:the other breast with a greedy kind of recklessness, getting rougher as both her hands hungrily massaged the firm, whitely quivering mounds.
Then she abandoned the breasts and slid lower, kissing and licking at the girl's smooth, alabaster stomach until she came to her softly puckered little navel. There she let her tongue bore in while the girl again moaned, flinging her arms out to the side and clawing desperately at the sheet while her hips began a slow lewd rotating and undulating up and down.
Wilma Gans was shifting around, still on her knees as her mouth licked and sucked rawer. As Lonny Lamont watched, eyes bulging wide, he saw the older woman's greedy mouth biting teasingly at the girl's softly curling pubic hair. The girl, eyes still closed, spread her legs even wider and Lonny took in the obscene sight: Wilma, licking, her fevered eyes looking down at the girl's cunt which was splayed wide apart and glittering with lubricated excitement and was pulsating and writhing as the girl pumped her hips in lewd abandon. Below her cunt, he could see the two tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks crushed down hard into the mattress. Her legs were spread so wide the thing cords of her tendons stood out on the insides of her thighs.
Almost as if by order, but more out of lewd instinct, Beth bent her knees and spread her legs further and Wilma reached down and, with the tips of her fingers, she spread the swollen lips of her vagina even wider and saw her cunt and the membranous walls thick with excitement and her tiny clitoris throbbing and extended, waiting to be caressed.
With one thumb, she rolled the clitoris around and watched as Beth moaned deeply and jutted her hips up at an obscene angle and seemed to be silently begging for more. Bending her head, her tongue licked at the throbbing clitoris in front of her face and Beth moaned louder and her hands groped and found Wilma's hair and her fingers tangled in it.
Beth was almost unconscious yet she could feel thrilling electrical shocks of sensuous pleasure; pleasure so physical and intense she felt she could never live without it again. She was drifting in a black void of ecstasy and pleasure and she wished it would never end.
Outside, Lonny watched as Wilma let the tip of her tongue flick back and forth over the girl's excitedly pulsating clitoris and he saw it grow and throb as the girl practically became double jointed in her efforts to thrust her lips up and get more of the delicious licking of the fiery tongue that was driving her to an even greater passion.
Wilma was now sadistically taking her time, teasing the girl, arousing her even more. The girl's whole body was writhing now, her torso rippling and undulating, that proud, patrician face of hers distorted in lewdness. Her eyes were beginning to open and her mouth was twisting by passion as the flickering, tantalizing tongue was driving her out of her dark void and into the cauldron of hot passion.
Wilma timed her move instinctively, her tongue suddenly gliding down the wet slit of Beth's cunt and then driving home, worming hotly into the deep pulsating recesses of the widespread passage. Beth went wild. Her knees bent, she lifted her hips and whole body clear off the bed, only her heels and the nape of her neck still on the bed and her hips rotated and pumped madly as she wanted to get more of that maddening tongue shoved up her cants where it would wiggle and drive her insane.
With a cry of animal frustration, she fell back on the bed and pulled her knees tight up against her chest, crushing her breasts as she spread her legs as wide as they could possibly go and Wilma was using her hands to push her thighs wider apart as she attacked the cunt with her mouth like a woman gone mad. Her whole mouth locked over the tiny lubricated hole and she sucked, relishing the taste of Beth's cunt juice and her tongue darted in and out of the cunt, probing deep into the hot carniverously sucking interior as Beth moaned and thrashed with delight on the bed, murmuring over and over, "Oh, that's good, do it, do it, do it to me! To me! DO IT TO ME!!!"
And Wilma was getting rough now, using the strength that an active western life had endowed her with. Her nails dug into Beth's thighs and she teasingly sucked and bit at her clitoris while the insanely aroused young teacher bucked and thrashed around wildly on the bed, her hair flying in all directions. Both their bodies were covered with sweat now as they struggled obscenely with one another.
Beth was like another woman. Always, before, she had been conscious of the impression she was making on others and so it was rare when her movements and manners weren't something she hadn't practiced for years. Now, what she did and how she looked were far from her mind: all her dignity was gone, and all she wanted was to satisfy the hot, all-consuming lust in her body. She twisted, turned and bucked, pumping her hips hungrily, under the camp boss' wife's maddening tongue. She surprised herself with her lewdness and strength; with her teeth gritted and animal sounds tearing out of her throat, she bounced and twisted in her orgasm searching desperation until she felt them rolling and she suddenly put her hands out and found she was on top of the other woman. They had rolled completely over and Wilma was under her, still hanging on to her thighs, her nails digging into Beth's tender flesh and hurting her in a way that only increased the heat and the excitement. And her mouth was still locked on Beth's aunt, sucking and licking in a maddening way. Beth raised her body off the bed on her hands and slightly bent knees and felt the throbbing pleasure in her groin and pumped her hips lewdly and obscenely, pressing down on Wilma's mouth then pulling away as Wilma dug her nails in deeper and sucked all the harder.
Beth undulated and pumped, the nipples of her breasts jiggling and rubbing on the blanket underneath and intensifying her lust as Wilma began rhythmically fucking her tongue in and out of her cunt and she could feel her orgasm inside of her like a wild beast churning and thrashing around, looking for a way to freedom. It would be free! There was no denying it! It found its direction, turning like some mythical beast full of strength of the Gods and rushed, like a star-burst of white hot lava, toward her tormented cunt and Judd Gan's wife's persistently sucking mouth.
"I… I… I'mmmmmm C…c… cummmmminnnnngggg!" Beth gasped in a voice so unlike her usual modulated terms. Then, in a voice that sounded like all the whores of history wrapped into one single shriek, she screamed, "I loooovvvvee it!" Her body tensed again and she seemed like someone hanging over a great abyss by her fingers and toes as her body shuddered and trembled and her eyes, wide open, rolled back in her head, showing only white and a strange growling sound came out of her open mouth and she screamed a long soul-searing moan and fell limply on the bed and down on top of the naked woman, shuddering and quivering helplessly.
Wilma kept her tongue darting in and out of the young school teacher's ravaged and twitching cunt until she was sure that Beth had gushed out every drop of her cum then she raised herself and sat up, naked, glistening with sweat. She looked at the naked form of Beth lying on the bed, her buttocks still quivering in fine spasms, her body limp and tiny moans of pagan delight coming from her lips. Wilma's fingers slipped down to her own cunt and she caressed herself, feeling her lubricated excitement as her cunt itched and throbbed with desire. She grinned down at Beth's limp form lewdly. She wasn't through with this hot little society bitch yet!
Outside, Lonny could feel his own hot cum wetting the blunt end of his prick in his pants and he closed his eyes for a second. Jesus Christ, he thought, that was too much. Any more and he would cum in his pants like he did in a wet dream. Wilma was getting to her feet and standing naked at the foot of the bed, looking down at the still figure of the girl. With a grim lewd look, she went to a closet and dragged out a suitcase.
Lonny pressed his nose against the pane. What was that crazy dyke up to? She was on her hands and knees, dragging out a suitcase and then crawling back into the closet. Lonny stood on tiptoe, craning his head to see. The girl on the bed was all but passed out and Wilma was really looking wild, her face taut and viciously eager.
Wilma was prying a board loose from the back of the closet. Years before she had made this secret hiding place where she could keep things from Judd. The board worked loose, she reached in, groping, her hand coming on something and she breathed a sigh.
Lonny crouched down again with just his eyes on a level with the window as Wilma backed out of the closet and stood up. His eyes narrowed quizzically. What was that she had in her hands? Jesus! He almost whooped and shouted in amazement! Wilma had some kind of rubber cock in her hands and she was busily strapping it on herself!
It was too good a thing to miss. With hand motions, he indicated each of the boys was to take a quick peek and then squirmed eagerly in line, looking, then covering their mouths with suppressed glee.
Wilma Gans was strapping on a rubber phallus, a dildoe of strange construction. It was like a forked, two-pronged penis, and she was shoving one end up her own cant, her face giving away the pleasure she received as her cunt fit tightly around the shaft and she played with it for a moment, standing crouched, her legs spread and knees bent as she ran it slowly in and out, her vaginal lips seeming to clutch hungrily at the huge shaft. They could see the phallus – which was flesh-colored and lifelike – glistening from the lubricating juices of her pussy.
Breathing heavily, her eyes narrowed, she fit the artificial prick in place, the straps tightening around her thighs and biting lewdly into the flesh of her firm buttocks. She hurried to the bathroom off the den with a look at the helplessly drugged young teacher's still form on the bed and emerged a few seconds later stroking the phallus which stood erect between her legs, covering it with baby oil.
Lonny took command again outside, brushing the others away and watching as Wilma crawled on the bed, looking so weird and sensual with one end of the artificial cock jutting out between her legs and the other end locked tightly in her own cunt. With a rough movement, she rolled Beth, now almost completely unconscious, over on her back where she lay murmuring softly, her legs limply spread and her arms thrown out. Her breasts rose and fell with the deep rhythm of sleep.
Wilma was in a wild mood. All night long she had been pleasing this voluptuous young bitch and denying her own orgasm which had now built to such proportions that she was almost insane with desire. At that moment, she would do anything to satisfy her abnormal craving. Her face was a mask of lust with her lips twisted in a grim smile as she spread Beth's thighs far apart and Beth, half-conscious, responded with a lazy sigh and half lifted her knees.
That's it, honey," Wilma said in a whisper. "A little more, just a little more then we're really going to have some fun. I haven't done this in years!"
Beth obeyed languidly. It was only a far off voice and she knew it was the camp bass' wife and she was nice. She bent knees out crab-like even more and Wilma crawled between her legs, the artificial prick held tightly in one hand.
Lonny felt like taking his prick out and jerking off right then and there. This was better than anything he had ever seen, better than the hippies up in the commune when they got stoned and fucked right out in the open, better than the smoker films his father, the sheriff had; films that he had confiscated in raids and had prints made up for his own use. Lonny had sneaked looks at them whenever his father was gone out on business. They were pretty hot but never anything like this!
He felt his underwear sticking against his prick from the cum that was seeping out as he watched Judd Gans' wife crawl on top of the girl and let her weight bear down. Lazily, dreamily, a slight drugged smile on her face, the girl put her arms around Wilma and kissed her. Then, she began to waken, her eyelids fluttering and her face wincing as she felt the hard blunt end of the dildoe push down against the lips of her naked cunt.
She blinked her eyes several times, trying to focus them. "What? What are you doing?"
"Just relax," Wilma said in a hard whisper, "I'm going to fuck you like no man ever did!"
The word, "Fuck," seared through her mind and for a second, she sped back in time to Bill and the way he acted but it wasn't Bill, it was Wilma! Wilma! And she was hurting her! "No, n-nnnnoooo!" she said, almost wailing the words. The whiskey and the tea were still having their effect and she was confused and she hurt. What had happened before, earlier? Hadn't… her body tensed. My God, what had they been doing? What were they doing now? What was Wilma doing to her? Wilma was crazy and what they were doing was sick and depraved!
"Wilma, stop, I can't!" she said, trying to push Wilma off.
Wilma's mouth was tight and cruel. "No you don't, Miss Rich-bitch! You had your fun, now I'm going to have mine!"
"Wilma! Please, please, stop this! I've never… Aaaaaaagggggggghhhhhaaaaa!" Beth tensed and then was thrown back by the pain as Wilma's artificial prick penetrated her virgin cunt brutally, Wilma using all her strength so that the veins stood out on her forehead. A sadistic smile creased her lips as she felt the dildoe plunge mercilessly home. God, she thought, what a tight pussy, what a tight little hot cunt!
Wilma was in rapture as she began pumping her hips, feeling the artificial cock churning in her own cant while she fucked it in and out of the squirming girl below and felt her feminine body struggling desperately underneath her own.
"I… I'll scream!" Beth gasped, her eyes wild with fear. "Oh God, you're killing me! You're ruining me! I'm going to scream!"
"Go ahead!" Wilma seemed to spit the word out. "Just go ahead. By the time anyone gets here, it'd be too late and I'll tell them that you attacked me, that I took you in and you made improper advances." She had a malicious smile on her face as she fucked triumphantly in and out of the young teacher's cunt with the girl whimpering and struggling under her. She liked the way Beth was acting and her pleas and struggles only made her an the more ecstatic. Let her scream, she would fuck her even if the whole camp were piling into the room. "Go ahead," she taunted, who do you think they'll believe? Me or you? Who are you? Nobody knows you. You'll be ruined!"
Despite the pain and obscenity of the moment, despite the befuddling qualities of the alcohol and tea, Beth had enough sense to realize she was right. It would be very easy for Wilma to make her look like some kind of freaky nut. Tears of pain and humiliation came into her eyes. "Wilma, please stop, you're hurting me," she whimpered imploringly. Her situation was hopeless. Wilma had her pinned to the mattress like a fly and the pain from the huge rubber dildoe was searing as she felt it sliding back and forth like a huge battering ram in her cunt. She stuffed a fist in her mouth and bit on it to keep from screaming as her face twisted with the pain as Wilma probed deeper and deeper with ever savage thrusts into the helplessly constricting confines of her belly.
Lonny Lamont was watching in a lewd trance as he saw the shaft of the artificial prick sliding in and out between the girl's wide-held thighs. What a tight little cunt that girl had! He saw the way it was spread into almost a perfect circle, her soft lime pussy lips tight and fluted and puckering out as if clinging for dear life to the pistoning shaft as Wilma Gans pulled it out then rolling in, tiny silken strands of her pubic hair surrounding the shaft as Wilma bore down relentlessly. The girl was tense, every muscle in her lovely body standing out in bold relief as her face twisted and she bit hard on her fist.
Then, a perverted grin curling across her lips, Wilma really began to fuck the girl. She was going to fuck her with all her might and the girl's eyes were bugging out of her head and her face was turning a livid red as she tried to bear the pain. Christ, Lonny thought, Old Judd's wife's going to fuck that gorgeous little bitch to death!
Wilma was fucking with a wildness and abandon bordering on insanity as she pumped her hips lewdly, her body moving ever more rapidly as she gyrated and undulated, covered with sweat, ramming the glistening fake cock in and out of Beth's ravaged young cunt.
Beth thought she was going to pass out from the pain as it mounted and filled her body and brain and she could only see a red haze in front of her face. This was obscene and lewd and perverted and she felt as if she might die! She babbled incoherently through her fist as she felt the stabbing pain of the obscene instrument spearing mercilessly through her helplessly thrashing body.
Then, Lonny, outside, gripped the sill until his knuckles went white. Something was beginning to happen with the girl! Unbelievably, he could see the girl's hips beginning to pump back lewdly under Judd Gans' wife's driving plunges. It was too much! He didn't care what was happening or who was looking. He jerked his zipper open and took his prick out and began stroking it. Now all sense of secrecy or caution was abandoned. All of the boys were at a fever pitch. They crowded around Lonny, two of them ran down the side of the house and found a box and lifted it and dragged it to the window and they stood on it, taking their hardened young pricks out as they bug-eyedly watched the lasciviously fucking women inside.
Beth felt an urging, a made desire that couldn't be deviled or resisted. A lewdness was coming over her entire body as the pain built and built until it became a searing unbearable joy! It was a joy and lust of the flesh and every nerve in her body was alive and tingling and yearning for more.
She found her hips pumping up obscenely in return to the camp boss' wife's savage thrusts and her body relaxed and she felt the lewd thrill of the rubber cock fucking rhythmically in and out of her cunt, making her want more and more! It felt so delicious! It was so lewd and wonderful to be doing such a forbidden thing. A moan of delight escaped through her clenched teeth and Wilma went wild, fucking her all out, abandoned, her head thrown back and she hammered in and out of the young teacher's dildoe ravaged cunt, feeling her long denied orgasm building and coming.
She bit her lips and pumped hard as she could. She must delay her orgasm until she felt the young girl coming too. Sweat was dripping from her body as the two of them bucked and clung to each other and Beth moaned, "Oh, do it, do it, do it to me all night! Do it to me FOREVER! FUCK ME! she shouted, "FUCK! I LOVE IT!"
Beth was lifting her buttocks clear off the wildly squeaking mattress now and slamming them down again, almost burying her ass in the covers. The young teacher, her breasts covered with sweat and jiggling obscenely, was loving every minute of it. She wanted Wilma to fuck her forever as she felt still another orgasm building in her. She felt as if all her strength and energy and reserve were gone and that she would pass out if it wasn't for the cum whirling in her like a vortex, a hurricane of pure bliss and pleasure! She could not stop now, even if it meant her life, she could not stop!
Her knees were bent so they were knifed and spread wide, making her buttocks taut and spread wide so that Lonny and his friends could see her tiny puckered anus and wet ravaged cunt with the huge rubber cock sliding in and out like a pile driver. One boy on the box shot his cum and it splattered against the side of the house and his legs began to tremble and he fell from the box with a moan only to be replaced by another boy who looked with drugged greedy eyes at the two women fucking on the bed and began stroking his cock hard. All of the boys, Lonny included, had reached a point where they were ready to break into the house and join the two women on the bed and fuck them both.
Beth was near ecstasy and she clung to Wilma, her voice shaking with pleasure and emotion as she thrust up and felt the artificial cock burying itself deep into the hidden recesses of her cunt and felt such intense pleasure she felt like the top of her head might explode. "Ah! Oh! I… I… I'mmmmm cummmminnnnnngggg! I'm cummmmminnnggg I'mmmm cummmmiiiiiinnnnngggg!!!"
Her heels snapped down on the bed and she lifted her body and Wilma's clear up off the mattress as she arched her back and thrust her hips up, her buttocks tight, and Wilma sunk the male-like phallus into her cunt to the hilt.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhhhaaaaa!!!"
Beth came again and again, her body controlling itself, her mind blank except for the feeling of ecstasy as her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth went lax and saliva drooled helplessly from the corners of her mouth. She collapsed in tiny, jerking spasms to arch her back again and again as one orgasm followed the other, seeming never to end. She felt as if she were going to die and die from sheer pleasure as her body curled and convulsed over and over, only gradually subsiding into a trembling moaning.
Wilma sawed in and out, paused, plunged the phallus home once more then threw her head back and yelled, "AAAggghhha!" and collapsed on top of Beth. They lay a mass of sweating panting flesh, too spent and sated to move. Outside, Lonny Lamont whirled from the window, put his prick back in his pants and looked at his friends. "Come on," he whispered, "We're going in there and fuck those broads!"
"No, man, it's too dangerous," one of them said.
"Yeah, Lonny, let's wait."
There was no stopping Lonny. He ran down the side of the house and tried the kitchen door. It was locked. It didn't matter to him, he put his shoulder against it, leaned back, and then crashed against it.
The thudding crash made Wilma snap her head up, her eyes wild. Was it Judd? Her heart started thumping against her rib cage. Judd would kill her if he discovered her like this! She leaped off the bed and tore at the dildoe straps, looking toward the kitchen and listening. She heard the tinkle of glass. Although she didn't know it, Lonny had broken a small window by the door and was reaching for the chain lock and the knob. His friends were hanging back, watching, edging toward the field.
Lonny tensed and looked around as he heard one of them shout and the front of the house was suddenly illuminated by lights from the headlights of a truck that was pulling up. He pulled his arm out and began running.
In the den, Wilma was moving fast. The crashing and tingling of glass plus the reflection of headlights made her move fast. The phallus off, she threw it in the closet, put the suitcase in, closed the door, whipped on her dress and forced an unconscious Beth under the covers and snapped off the lights. She was in the hall, fearful, her heart pounding as she saw the huge hulk of her husband, Judd, unlocking the front door. "Judd!" she called.
"What?" he said, looking surprised.
"There's a prowler in the kitchen!"