Friend

GSE-101 Friends Of The Teacher
by
Evelyn Sinclair
Chapter 1
"Dear, dearest Bill," the letter began.
"I've arrived safe and sound. See? Your future wife can take care of herself. I'm
excited and tired and dirty and excited
She signed her name, Beth, with love and kisses, folded the letter neatly, put it in an
envelope, sealed it, wrote out Bill's address back east --- New York City, to be exact
--- licked a stamp, thumped it with her fist and sat back in her chair with a yawn so
deep it curled her toes and stretched her arms. She looked at the clock and yawned
again. It was only eight thirty but she felt like it was 2AM.
She had been driving all day over the flat tabletop land of Arizona, determined to get
to her destination before dark. Everything in Arizona seemed much closer than it
really was. Or maybe it seemed further away. She shook her head and rubbed her
eyes. She was so tired, she couldn't think straight.
She got up and moved around her little camper in a loose sleepy way, straightening
up, smoothing out the bed then checking the curtains on the windows before
undressing. Beth, just turned twenty-one, on her own for the first time in her life, had
a voluptuous young body. She kicked off her cowgirl boots, wiggled her tight
tantalizing hips out of her jeans arm took off her checkered blouse, throwing all of
her clothes in a hamper and stood in her bare feet, clad only in a bra and thin white
little panties.
Her body was Beth's biggest problem and a source of concern to her fiancee, Bill
Travers, far away in New York. It was simply too good. It had been a source of
concern and near-raging frustration when they were together in New York. Beth
couldn't help it. Physically, she was at the zenith of her life. Later, if she wasn't
careful, she would have a weight problem. Now, she was just right, filled out to the
utmost in all the right places. Her breasts were large and heavy yet firm and pointed
in a way that could only bring attention to them. They were fine protruding melons,
smooth and perfectly round.
Her stomach was slightly rounded and soft as a baby's breath, yet firm. Her buttocks
were like sponge rubber and constantly undulated in a provocatively teasing way
whenever she walked or even moved. Had she been short, her figure might have
been too heavy, but she wasn't short. Beth's legs were long and equally wellformed.
When she wore her jeans, her thighs seemed to protrude enticingly and her
whole lower torso directed attention to her pubic mound which seemed to snuggle in
her warm soft flesh like a prize to be sought.
It was her face that took people back. With such a figure one would expect a girl
with a showgirl face. Yet, Beth Carruthers came from a very old and good New
England family. Her profile was elegant, almost regal and aloof. In fact, when she
had pulled into migrant workers' camp earlier that day, when she stepped out of the
bus and was greeted by the workers and their families, the men present had taken
their hats off. This was a lady. She was also a schoolteacher and Beth went about
her business with an efficient enthusiasm. Before she was through, she had already
formed classes, distributed books and assigned students times and tasks.
And she had loved the people. Always, she had felt she wanted to help what she
called "the common people, the people who are the backbone of this nation." Now
her chance had come and she was elated, floating on air. For one year she would
travel through the southwest, teaching young, under-privileged people who had
never had a chance to set foot in a school. Sponsored by a private foundation that
her uncle was head of, she had browbeat him, her family, and Bill into letting her
have a chance at doing something worthwhile. She was persistent and eloquent in
her campaign and finally won reluctant approval. Bill had been the hardest to
convince. No matter how they had discussed the project, he simply couldn't see her
going off by herself with "a lot of goons," and not seeing him
BiIl, his handsome face serious and dark, had nodded with a growing anger. "Oh, so
that's it now, huh? I don't understand the working man and I have no compassion for
my fellow man. I have no humanity, huh? Let me tell you, I was in the army and I
saw those guys in action. I'm not being a bigot, I'm being realistic. Beth, for God's
sake, there's a difference between being real and being poor. We both know some
well-to-do people who are pretty real, too. Just because a person is poor doesn't
always mean they're nice."
Standing in her camper, Beth unclasped her bra and her breasts seemed to leap
with elation, glad they were free. They stood out, causing a deep and sensual
cleavage as they shook slightly as she walked. She shook her head sadly. Her
parting with Bill had not been good. Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she
wiggled out of them, peeling them off as if they were a second skin, her buttocks
quivering and shifting. She stood erect, naked, her lovely long body soft and sensual
in the dim light of the camper. Her hands softly ran down over her nakedness,
feeling the firm curve of her hips, the slimness of her waist and the full voluptuous
richness of her breasts, her nipples hardening slightly as she rubbed her fingers over
them.
She closed her eyes and thought of her last evening with Bill. He had taken her out
to dinner that night, a night of farewell for almost a year. He had drunk too much
during dinner and had insisted on going to a favorite bar of his on Third Avenue
where all his advertising friends hung out.
He had drunk too much, finally getting surly with her. Reluctantly, Beth asked to be
taken home. Having worked in the mail room of Bill's advertising agency, she had
her own little apartment. Outside her door, although still drunk, Bill became contrite
and apologized, asking if he could come up to say good-bye. Beth was relieved and
let him come up and placed him on a couch while she made strong black coffee in
her kitchenette.
Bill had been good for awhile, drinking the coffee and asking for a refill. Beth
understood; after all, she was leaving the man she was going to marry. It was a big
moment in her life and she wanted it to be right. She rationalized that Bill drank so
much because he was so upset.
Then he began to get amorous. And that too, was all right. She loved Bill, wanted to
marry him and be his wife and the mother of his children. Always, she wanted to
give herself to him, for she felt passion sweep through her body like a brush-fire as
he grew bolder and more forceful. Her long black hair fell loose under his fumbling
and he had her bent back on her couch, her breasts jutting upward under her dress
in a brazen invitation. She had struggled, trying to push him away with a warning,
"Bill!"
Usually one admonition from her was enough. But not that night. Her struggles only
seemed to excite him all the more as he looked down and saw her syrupy young
body writhing sensuously under her dress. Then his hands were on her thighs,
stroking them, exploring boldly and roughly. "Bill! St-" was all she could get out
before he kissed her hard on the mouth. Beth made the mistake of relaxing for a
minute. It felt so good with his arms crushing her and his mouth on hers. It was all
the encouragement he needed. He was like an animal, grunting and breathing
through his nose. His hot tongue shot into her mouth and she stiffened against her
own desire to do the same.
It seemed like he had fourteen pawing hands and they were everywhere, all over her
body, as he pushed her down on the couch and was half on top of her. "Bill!" she
exclaimed, pulling her mouth free for a moment, "For God's sake, stop this!"
"Why?" he snarled and Beth looked at his face, her eyes wide. He was drunk,
unreasonably drunk, and didn't know what he was saying or doing. When he had
been quiet and polite before, he had simply been numb. Now the alcohol had
triggered a deep desire in him and his eyes were glazed and unseeing, his face was
twisted in a way she had never seen before and his breath reeked of Scotch.
"Why?" he asked again, taunting. "Give ya a li'l goin' way present," he said thickly.
"Gonna do it for those workers anyway." He looked boastful. "You're gonna do it for
your fee-ance-say." He laughed hard and low and started pawing her body again,
pulling her dress up with a sneer on his face.
"Bill, this is me, Beth," she said in a frightened voice, trying to penetrate his alcoholic
fog. "Bill, don't ruin it all. Stop. Please. Remember our promise!" The promise she
was trying to remind him of was one they had made long ago. No sex until marriage.
Beth's parents trusted her to live alone and it seemed the least she could do was to
honor their trust. It seemed silly and old fashioned, yet she liked the idea of going to
her marriage bed knowing that she was giving herself for the first time to the man
she loved. Bill had agreed reluctantly and had been good about it until tonight.
Now his hand was between her legs and her dress had been forced up to her hips,
exposing the thin white crotch band of her panties. Her long naked legs writhed on
the couch and she tried to close them and only succeeded in trapping Bill's probing
hand between her strong thighs and guiding it to her nylon covered pubic curls and
the softly throbbing lips of her vagina beneath them. "Ohhhh, Bill!" she moaned as
she felt his hot hand close over the thin protective material of her panties and a hot
rush of pleasure throb through her belly. "Bill, for God's sake stop!" she cried,
fighting harder now, fighting her own desire as much as his strength.
She struggled, managing to upset him slightly and getting her hands free. He
attacked her again, a guttural snarl in his throat, drunkenly lashing out and catching
a shoulder of her dress and pulling at it with all his strength, turning her half around
with his force and ripping the dress down the front. "Bill Travers, you're drunk and
crazy!" she yelled, going on the defensive, trying to hold her dress together.
He stared at her like she was a stranger. "Crazy, huh?" he mumbled. He reached
and tore at the dress again, ripping it away from her body and revealing her milkwhite
breasts quivering under her bra. A lewd grin came over his open mouth and
two brutal fingers hooked themselves in the bra and tore with relentless force. The
bra snapped and was torn from her body and Beth tried to hide her now naked
breasts with her hands, cupping the nipples defensively as Bill fought with her hands.
He pulled one hand free and his mouth clamped on the naked tip like a suction cup
and Beth struggled, her head back, his hot mouth sucking at her nipple making it
grow hard and taut. "Bill, stop, stop before it's too late, oh, God, stop she pleaded
softly as she struggled, subdued, her body writhing in a kind of sensual rhythm to the
inner pulsating of pleasure she was feeling involuntarily rising in her body.
Her dress was now a torn rag with Bill's hands tearing, pawing, caressing and the
one hand still between her legs and the fingers massaging her vagina through her
rapidly moistening panties. One finger protruded, forcing the band between her
rapidly swelling and parting vaginal lips. The nylon of her panties, aided by his
ravaging finger was hurting her and yet exciting her at the same time as it worked its
way inexorably toward her vagina and clitoris. She felt a dampness of excitement
between her legs and her breath was coming deeper and faster.
He bent her back again, the small of her back bending over one padded arm of the
couch and her head fell back and her breasts jutted upward all the more. More
quickly than she thought he could move, his mouth flew to her other breast and his
tongue licked at the nipple as his lips closed over it and sucked. He sucked hard,
hard enough to hurt. But it didn't, it felt good. It felt very good and aroused a dark
passionate side of her that had remained dormant except for wild lewd dreams she
sometimes had. Now she was nearly naked and helpless and loving it. Incredible
for her to think, but she loved it! Her mouth parted in a slow, lewdly accepting smile
and she felt as if her whole body was swimming in warm butter and Bill's mouth
closed over her heatedly pulsating breast was driving her mad!
Then, grunting, he started taking off his own clothes, pulling his pants down and
kicking them off. He fumbled for a moment then squirmed over on top of her and
she felt his heavy hard weight on her nearly naked body as his arms kept her from
falling over the arm. And she felt something else! For the first time since she had
known him, she felt his hot male hardness pressed against her thigh! It was so
exciting and lewd! "Bill!" she murmured again. "Oh God, Bill!"
But now one of his arms reached down and he slid his fingers between her hip and
the panties and began pulling them down, tugging wildly, then lost all control and
ripped them completely from her helplessly squirming loins.
"No, no, no!" she pleaded, but it was too late, the panties were torn away, the
tattered remnants hanging loosely down on one thigh. He had accomplished his
purpose, her vagina was nakedly exposed along with the softly curling down of her
pubic hair. Beth, moaning helplessly now, felt his cock, huge and throbbing, press
forcefully between her thighs and he pushed down hard, then began pumping slowly
back and forth. "Bill, stop, you've go to! I'll never speak to you again! Stop!" She
groaned helplessly beneath him, her long silken hair flailing vainly from side to side.
Yet he couldn't stop, possibly couldn't even hear her as he went about prying her
legs apart with his one hand while his other hand bent her back over the arm of the
couch and his mouth greedily sucked at her breasts, leaving the nipples tense and
wet. Slowly, with brute force, his nails digging into the insides of her thighs, he
forced her legs open and, as she cried out, she could feel his thick prick slip between
her legs and the blunt end of it push against her involuntarily lubricated aunt,
spreading the eager vaginal lips and something in her turned to jelly. It felt so good!
Nothing had ever felt so good or so lewd! She remembered the thought going
through her mind: if I had known how good it was, I'd do it all the time!
A shudder of wild, unwanted pleasure racked her body, relaxing all of her muscles
and she closed her eyes with a long sigh that dropped down into a moan as she felt
the smooth, rubbery head of his cock slipping up, its path lubricated by her growing
excitement, spreading her vaginal lips until they hurt. But they hurt deliciously.
Despite herself, her hips wiggled and undulated and her cant, the tingling edges of
her vagina, throbbed in growing hunger.
Bill felt her responding underneath her and shifted his weight, pulling back and
gazing at her naked body with the tattered remains of her dress and panties still
clinging to it and he grinned like a greedy and lewd rapist, his eyes glazed with
alcohol and desire. He pulled her down on her back on the couch and pressed his
body harder down on top of her, causing her to gasp for breath, his cock again
probing, searching hungrily for her defenseless young cunt.
If she hadn't seen his face, she might have gone on, she might have followed her
equally wild desire and given herself to him. No, it wasn't right! He was drunk and
brutal and probably wouldn't even remember the next day. She wasn't Beth, his
love, the woman he was going to marry. She was at this moment, anybody, a naked
female body to ravish!
Her upbringing, her sense of honor and her love for the tender Bill came welling up,
dampening the passion. Putting her hands on his shoulders and using every bit of
strength she had, she closed her eyes and shoved and twisted him to one side. She
caught him by surprise in his drunken stupor and he tried to grab her but it was too
late and he fell off the couch and crashed to the floor on his back, his head hitting a
corner of the coffee table on the way down. He fell with a crash and lay still, his eyes
closed.
"Bill?" she called softly, covering her breasts and drawing her knees up as she
looked down at him. "Bill, are you all right. Bill, don't play games, answer-me!"
Concern made her widen her eyes and with a little cry, she slipped off the couch and
knelt beside him, naked, her breasts practically hanging in his face as she bent to
hear his breathing. With a sigh of relief, she pulled back one eyelid and only saw
white.
Her fear made her forget she was naked and she got to her feet and ran across the
room, her buttocks swaying, her breasts bouncing, as she fled to the bathroom and
came back with a cold wash cloth. She knelt by him again and was startled by a
loud snore coming from him. She laughed, more in relief than anything. He had
simply passed out!
She sat next to him,-weak with relief, applying the cold cloth to her own forehead.
She looked down at him and at his exposed penis, still half erect, sticking out of his
underwear. She bent over it and examined it closely. A wild thought was in her
mind, something that she wanted to do, something with her mouth, so lewd and
obscene, she didn't dare give it a name. With a shudder, she pulled herself back.
Only perverts and prostitutes did a thing like that.
She had put on a bathrobe and made a bed for Bill right there on the floor. He had
been too big and heavy and too deeply asleep to move. She had gone to bed to
toss and turn, excited by the coming morning and the night with Bill. Before she
dropped into a restless exhausted sleep, she thought: I've got a lot to learn about
myself.
And now, in the camper, naked, feeling again the lewd promise and thrill of that
night, she pulled on a robe and stepped into shower clogs, picked up the letter, a bar
of soap and a towel and stepped out of the trailer into the hot Arizona night. Above
were the stars in panoramic display, slowly wheeling overhead with the Milky Way on
Display, full of more stars than she could count and a luminous dust. It was so
beautiful and she thought of how few stars one could see from New York City.
She stood for a moment, letting her eyes grow accustomed to the dark. The migrant
worker camp was surprising to her, a lot cleaner and neater than she had expected.
The workers lived with their families in little cottages with the single workers, male
and female, living in separate barracks. Beth peered around, trying to get her
bearings. There weren't too many lights on except for the houses and barracks
because there wasn't any need for them. She tried to remember where the mailbox
was. It probably was down by the admissions office. The office was run by a Mrs.
Rameriz. Tina Rameriz, a young Mexican-American widow, her husband having
been killed last year in a harvester accident. Beyond the admissions office was the
shower room that everyone in the camp used.
Beth set off at an assured pace, walking across the parking area and striding up to
the office. It was dark and she thought she could let herself in, drop the letter to Bill
in the mailbox inside and go take a much needed shower. Her hand was on the
doorknob when she froze, hearing a sound. She looked around quickly. What was
it, a wild animal? Her heart was pounding against her ribcage as if it were trying to
batter its way free when she heard the sound again.
"Oooooooh!!!!" The sound swelled and grew high and Beth stepped back from the
door, not knowing what to do. "Ohhhhhh," she heard the same voice say, a full
octave lower. "Oh, baby, Manuel, do it, do it, DO IT!!!"
Beth was stunned. Tina Ramirez, the voice had to be Tina and she was not alone.
As she stood, rooted to the spot, she could hear other sounds coming from inside,
small sounds that were suggestive of ... She shook her head and started to walk
quietly away, figuring that what was going on in the admissions office was none of
her business.
Then, a deep dark cry from inside made her stop in her tracks again. It was possible
that Tina was in trouble. It could be. Beth's brow wrinkled in an unaccustomed
frown and her elegant society good looks were worried. On an impulse, she turned
and tip-toed to the window next to the door. Licking her lips, she looked around,
trying to see if anyone was out. It wouldn't look right if, on her first night in the camp,
she was discovered peeking in windows.
Nothing moved in the camp and far out over the fields, she heard the lonely sound of
a dog howling at the moon. She stood on tiptoe and looked in the window. What
she saw almost made her scream. There was a cot right by the window on which
Tina --- or whomever was on duty --- sometimes slept during the harvest season
when people were arriving and leaving at all times of the night and day.
And Beth was looking down on Tina lying stark naked on the bed with a man who
was also naked! Tina was in rapture, her head thrown back, her mouth open, hereyes
closed, her arms thrown above her head as the man's hands rhythmically
massaged her naked breasts with his bare hard worker's hands. Tina's knees were
bent out as far as they could go and pulled up crab-like and spread wide, exposing
the whole of her moistly glistening cunt to the man. Beth couldn't see his face
because it was buried tight up between her thighs, his tongue and mouth licking like
he was a starving beast and Tina was writhing, twisting, moaning with pleasure as
she suddenly grit her teeth and hissed, "Eat it, eat it, ohhhh, eat me up!"
Beth leaped away from the window as if she had just gotten an electric shock, her
hand over her mouth.
She spun on her heel, jamming the letter into the pocket of her robe and halfrunning,
half-walking toward the showers. She had never imagined Tina Rameriz to
be like that! She was going to have to revise her opinion of her. She clenched her
fists. She was going to do something about things like that! She would use all her
moral force to stop perversion like that! She didn't know who the naked man was,
but she would find out and bring conduct like that to an end!
She was almost shaking with indignation and rage as she followed the sign and
painted arrow that said, WOMEN, and stepped into the showers. It was a big room,
lean, dimly lit by a single bulb near the ceiling. Stalls, open on one side, lined one
wall. Beth, trying to forget what she saw, turned a nozzle and water leaped out of a
shower head in a fine needle spray and, as she held her hand under it, she felt it
grow hot and steam rise up around her. She grinned in relief and quickly took off her
robe and stepped nakedly out of her shower cogs while adjusting the cold water,
getting the shower just right and stepping under it with a contented sigh.
Chapter 2
Beth was soaping her body with great bubbling globs sliding slowly down her body,
outlining her shape magnificently. She scrubbed soap into her hair, her eyes
squeezed shut and soon had a great mass of soap making her hair thick and
slippery. A sound, the sound of someone moving, made her open her eyes and say,
"Oh!" as soap stung in her eyes. She had just time to glimpse a figure standing
looking at her! "Ah, you got soap in your eyes," a voice said.
The stinging of the soap was too much for Beth to answer. It was a woman's voice
and Beth could only sputter a laugh. Never before had anyone come into her
bathroom while she was bathing and it was a new experience to her that came right
on top of her having discovered Tina Ramirez in all her lewdness. She bent over
and rubbed hard at her eyes, finally managing to say, "I'm sorry, you startled me."
The woman laughed. "You're the new teacher, ain't you?"
Beth could only nod her head. The thick shampoo she had lathered on her hair was
oozing down over her face and she hopped under the shower on one foot then on
the other, squealing as the soap seemed to seep between her tightly shut eyes.
The woman was older, thirty-five, with short cropped blonde hair and a Tomboy kind
of good looks and she took in Beth's lovely lithe body all wet and glistening with
water and suds sliding down her firm, well-formed thighs. The woman's mouth
opened and her eyes became wet looking as she watched Beth's firm, sensuous
young breasts shake and quiver as her buttocks squirmed and a streak of white
bubbly soap slid down the small of her back and then slipped, like mercury, into the
deep crevice between her wetly glistening buttocks.
"Here," she said, snapping out of her reverie and hastily taking off her robe,
revealing a good figure of her own. A little heavy but firm for a woman of her age.
Her small firm breasts gave an illusion of youth and boyishness. She stood naked,
looking at Beth's body once more before saying, "That's no way to get soap out of
your eyes. You've got to rinse them. Bent over that way all you're doing is getting
more in your eyes. Stand up."
Something in the woman's voice, a warmth, an intimacy, made Beth obey and she
straightened as the woman took in her breasts with a hungry look that narrowed her
eyes and made her lips twitch. "Tilt your head back," she said, stepping back, her
hands on her hips, checking the length of the stalls to see if anyone else had come
in. Then, her head snapped back and she stepped closer, water spraying on her
body in a fine mist, the nipples of her breasts tightening and becoming pointed.
"That's it!" she said.
Her hands stroking her thighs, she watched Beth spread her legs, standing straddled
and leaned back so that the overhead shower sprayed directly into her face. Her rib
cage stuck out and lifted her full, globular breasts high and brazen as the woman
stepped closer, her eyes half closed and her face set. Beth's pelvic bones jutted
provocatively as she thrust her hips forward, unknowingly, toward the woman whose
hands were held out toward Beth's groin.
The woman licked her lips and put her hands behind her as Beth straightened and
blinked one eye. "You getting it?" she asked.
"I ... I think so. I feel so stupid!"
The woman laughed. "Happens all the time. You haven't gotten it all out yet. I can
see some on your other eye."
"Rats!" Beth said, rubbing her face.
"Lean back again," the woman said, stepping forward, "Here, let me help you." The
woman put her hands around Beth's waist.
Beth blinked at the woman, stiffening a bit at her touch. The woman seemed
pleasant and smiling. "Hi," she said, "it's about time we got introduced. "My name's
Wilma Gans. You met my husband, Judd Gans? He's a foreman over on the Varner
ranch and he runs this camp. Your name is Beth something or other."
"Carruthers," Beth said. "Nice to meet you, Wilma, even if I can't see you too well."
"Well, we sure will take care of that, honey, just you lean back and relax. You got
Wilma here to hold you."
Beth smiled timidly, looking through one bleary eye with the other squeezed tightly
shut. She seemed like such a good woman, one of the common people, the
backbone of the country. Simple country folk. Hard working people who were used
to a rough life and helping one an other. Wilma was good looking with the kind of
wind-blown, sun-blasted, wide-open face of a western woman. She was probably
used to ordering people around. She remembered her husband as a big man in
western clothes with a silver buckle on his belt and a tanned face under a straw
cowboy's hat and hard blue eyes. Simple hard working folk.
"Come on, honey, just you lean way back," Wilma said, stepping closer and
spreading her legs for balance and gripping Beth tighter around her slim waist. It
seemed as if Wilma's strong arms could fit all the way around her and join hands.
Beth smiled and said, "Okay." She leaned back and raised her hands to rub her
eyes. The water poured into her face and she felt Wilma's grip around her waist
tighten.
"Lean way back, now. Don't worry, I can hold you."
Beth leaned back with a smile on her lips and felt her thighs press against Wilma's.
She was surprised by the firmness of her body as their hips were pressed together.
She felt Wilma's grip shifting on the small of her back, Wilma seizing her wrist with
the other hand and making a fist and then pulled Beth closer.
"Oh!" Beth said. It was only a small sound, one of wonder rather than surprise. She
felt Wilma's firm body against hers. Their groins were pushed together and was it
her imagination or was Wilma crushing her pubic hair into her loins? The hot water
showering down on both of them, soaking their bodies, lulling Beth and making her
think --- for no reason at all --- of the night when Bill had her bent helplessly back
over the arm of the couch and ... it felt so good!
"I ... I think I'm fine now."
"No, not yet, you still got some in your eyebrows and a whole lot in your hair."
"I can see."
"Beth, honey, you stand up and that pretty long hair of yours will flop in your eyes
and you'll be in it all over again. Ain't you ever washed your hair in camp showers
before?" Wilma gripped her tighter in the hollow of her back, right above her
glistening buttocks that were so taut and rounded.
"N-no," Beth said. Wilma was bending her further backwards, bending her knees
and pressing her thighs and hips tight together. Especially the hips! Did Wilma
realize what she was doing? The way Beth's legs were spread, her vaginal lips were
spread slightly and she could feel the other woman's pubic hair tickling up and down
the length of it.
"You a city girl?"
Beth nodded. She didn't want to talk. Wilma was just a good soul who probably put
in a hard day's work and wasn't used to formality. Simple direct country manners.
All she was doing, Beth told herself, was lending a helping hand. Yet, did she have
to do it this way?
Beth raised her arms further and shook her wet hair while her breasts jiggled and
shook provocatively in front of Wilma's hungry gaze. Wilma closed her eyes, her
mouth open and fought for control before saying, "Not yet. Here, let me show you,
here's the way we do it in a camp shower. Just you relax and trust old Wilma."
Beth tried her best to relax as she felt Wilma forcing her body to swing to the right.
Her hands flew out and she blindly tried to grab Wilma for balance, her one hand
seizing her breast and then flying away.
Wilma laughed. "Just you relax like I said, I'm just going to swing you back and forth
under the shower, that's all."
Again, Beth tried to relax, her arms falling bad as she let Wilma swing her body and
head back and forth under the shower. It felt so good and like being high in a tree
and feeling the wind blowing the branches in a sleepy rhythm. She enjoyed the
sensation and the feeling it made in the pit of her stomach. Her stomach! A warm
lubricated feeling was flowing into her groin, filling her hips with pleasant tingling as
she felt Wilma's pubic hair rubbing hard against her open vagina, making the soft
membraned walls of her cunt tremble with a strange delight. And, with a catch of her
breath, she realized that the tiny nub of her clitoris was free and being ground into
Wilma's somewhat coarse pubic hair and the sensation was electrifying and ... good.
It was very good and growing better with each swing back and forth. Again, she
found herself wondering if it was her imagination or was the camp boss' wife
thrusting her own groin forward, grinding their hips tight together and causing her
helplessly to thrill to the feeling now throbbing in her cant as Wilma's voice crooned
over and over, "Thatta girl, that's right, nice and easy, just relax and let your body go
limp and keep your head back. That's it, nice and easy, thatta girl, nice and easy we
go."
Outside, the camp was still. No, there were shadows moving along one building.
Soon, figures emerged. Young boys, no older than sixteen. One boy walked boldly
toward the showers, the obvious and natural leader of the group. Just turned
sixteen, he was slightly taller than the rest and had a freckled face and blonde hair
and a little confident smile that made everyone remark that he looked just like his
Dad, Lucas Lamont, the county sheriff. Lonny Lamont led his friends on their nightly
ramble. They usually met in an arroyo outside the camp and waited for dark,
smoking marijuana they got from a hippy commune nearby and made plans for the
coming evening.
This particular night, none of them, including Lonny, had any money, so that
canceled a trip ten miles down the highway to the local whorehouse. It was strictly a
cash operation and Lonny knew he couldn't throw a scare into them through
proclaiming he was the sheriff's son because his old man, Lucas, got paid
handsomely each month for ignoring the operation. Besides, the bouncer there was
a hard-nosed ex-fighter who didn't like Lonny ever since the night he had poured
beer all over his head.
After they finished smoking their marijuana, passing a joint back and forth, it looked
like it was going to be a dull night unless they took the trip all the way up into the
mountains to the hippy commune, like they did last weekend, and gang bang one of
the girls up there who got stoned on Christ's-knows-what and were willing to do
anything. But the commune was a long drive on dirt roads and really a weekend
thing. Finally, they decided to sneak around the camp and see what they could find.
They hit pay dirt at the admissions office, taking turns watching old Tina get her ass
tucked off by Jake Barnes. Jake was another tough one who didn't like Lonny. In
fact, few people liked Lonny, feeling he was a smart aleck kid too big and brazen for
his britches who got away with murder because his old man was the county sheriff.
Had his father been anyone else, Lonny would have been in juvenile hall long ago.
Lucas usually grinned when he heard about Lonny's exploits and smoothed
everything over, explaining Lonny away by saying, "He's just sowing his wild oats,
that's all. Always been a wild kid and never had no mother to raise him." It was true,
Lonny's mother had died when he was an infant and Lucas raised him and
maintained law and order in his bailiwick at the same time.
All of which had little to do with Jake Barnes who was fucking Tina with all his might.
The boys took turns, looking through the window at naked Tuna with her legs jerking
wildly in the air as Jake lucked away for dear life.
After they were through and Jake hauled himself to his feet to stagger away, the
boys ducked and resumed their wanderings, staying in the shadows, slipping up to
dark windows to peek in, their eyes glazed by the pot and their minds horny from
what they had seen.
It was Lonny who led them along the back of the woman's shower, pausing where he
knew each stall was and listening for the sound of water. Finally, at one stall, his
grin tightened on his handsome hard face. Someone was taking a shower.
Motioning to his companions to be quiet and pointing at the wall, he took his
switchblade knife from his pocket. It snapped open instantly, gleaming dully in the
moonlight and making a faint oiled click. With the point, he pried loose a burred knot
in a plank; a knot or whorl they had painstakingly carved out months before.
The knot in his hand, he brutally pushed away his eager companions and, squinting
one eye, he stooped to see who was taking a shower. The scene that greeted his
eye made his mouth fall open and jerk of hardness leap into his cock.
There was Wilma Gans, naked! Old Judd Gan's wife stark naked and hanging onto
another woman! He had been right, he had known it all along! He had Wilma Gans
fixed for a dyke and he was right! He crouched, tense, eager to see everything. To
hell with the other guys, this was something he had heard about but never seen!
This was going to be one hot show!
His pot-stunned mind took in the scene he saw through the knothole. Wilma had
some girl with a fantastic build
And the girl seemed to be enjoying it, relaxed, her head back, her long wet hair
hanging almost to the floor, her arms limp at her sides. Only her legs and thighs
showed signs of strain as she thrust them against Wilma's spread thighs. The
expression on her face as she swung in and out of the water was one of pure bliss.
"Here." At the sound of Wilma's voice, he almost jumped. He was less than three
feet from them. There's some soap on your body, let me get it off."
He crouched closer to the board, practically flat against it as if he wanted to push his
way through it. There wasn't the slightest trace of soap on the wet body of the girl
yet Wilma was running one free hand all over her body. Wilma had shifted, bending
her own knees, forcing the girl to bend even further back where she hung helpless in
the crook of Wilma's arm while her free hand caressed her shoulders and then, with
Lonny breathing fast and hard and his prick swelling so much it hurt, he saw Wilma
Gans put her hand on one of those big beautiful breasts and squeeze it.
He almost whooped for joy. The old bitch was actually making this chick, this
stranger, right there in the camp shower! He batted away his friends who were trying
to see, and watched, his mouth open and dry.
Wilma was squeezing that breast and massaging it, pretending to wash off
nonexistent soap while the girl hung limp. He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard a
little groan of pleasure come from the girl's lips above the sound of the splashing
water.
Wilma was using her fingers to pretend to clean the nipple of her breast now and the
nipple swelled and became even more pointed. Finally satisfied, Wilma moved on to
the next breast, cleaning it slowly and sensuously, stroking it and using her fingers to
pinch the nipple. And all the time her hips were pumping back and forth lewdly.
Beth felt transported. It was weird, something was wrong, all wrong, yet it all felt so
good, so very, very good! Vaguely; dreamily, she told herself she told herself she
had a long hard day and she was tired and needed a shower and she was out in the
country with the working class now and they helped one another like this. And it felt
so good! God, she was getting so excited and, despite herself, she wanted this
interlude to go on a little longer. She knew or, rather, guessed, that her body was
clean of any soap long ago. Still, it felt so good to be held and swung back and forth
like this. And the other woman's hands on her body, stroking, massaging' arousing
deep pleasure feelings inside of her. It was nice to have someone be nice to her
body, someone like Wilma. There couldn't be anything wrong with it.
Wilma's hand was caressing her taut stomach now and it felt so good, making her
body tingle all over. Each nerve seemed so delightfully and deliciously alive! Beth
was feeling pleasantly drowsy and wished she could lie down somewhere and let
Wilma just massage her all over until she went to sleep. Lonny had his face flat up
against the board now with his eye practically bulging through the knothole. He was
breathing heavily out of the corner of his mouth as he watched.
Wilma stopped caressing Beth and straightened her up, saying, "There, now it's all
off. Feel better?"
Beth stood up and the blood ran from her head and she put her hands up, blinking,
lurching against Wilma who took her in her arms and kissed her on the cheek.
"Oh, I'm so dizzy!"
"Poor kid, not used to this desert heat yet?" Wilma kissed her on the shoulder and
neck, holding her close so that their naked wet breasts crushed together.
"I don't know. I just feel so good and so relaxed. Thank you, Wilma."
"You liked that, huh?"
"It felt so good. It felt great. Thank you so much."
Wilma's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, not releasing Beth from her embrace even
though Beth made a half-hearted attempt to back off. "You didn't pull into camp until
late afternoon. How far did you travel to get here?"
Beth let her head fall back drowsily as she felt Wilma kissing her neck and shoulders
in an open-mouthed wet way. It felt so nice and ... funny. It was funny, but she
could feel a thrill rippling deep down between her legs. "I ... I don't know." She tried
to focus her sleepy thoughts. "I traveled all day." She yawned. "Only stopped for
gas and restrooms."
"You poor kid," Wilma said in warm sympathy. "You're beat. You're dead on your
feet. Here, we can't have you all tired out. Just let Wilma take charge and I'll have
you tucked in a warm bed in no time. Judd is out on the spread for the night and I'm
all alone."
"I ... I've got a bed in my camper," Beth said, her eyes almost completely closed.
"Let me just finish soaping you up and I'll walk you home. Here, let me scrub your
back."
Wilma released her, turned her around and Beth felt her vigorously lathering her
back. "Ohhhhhh, that feels good!" she sighed.
"Like that, huh?" Wilma said with a lewd, unseen grin.
"Ohhhh, that's good. It's been a long while since anybody has scrubbed my back."
"It sure is a pretty back. Matter of fact, you're a beautiful girl. Has anybody told you
that?" Wilma had a good lather worked up and set the bar of soap aside and began
swirling the soap all over Beth's back, watching it run like a rivulet down into the
deep crevice between her buttocks. Her hands swooped lower and lower; her
fingers touching the firm, rounded cheeks that were so inviting and tempting before
her eyes.
"No," Beth answered dreamily, "not since I left New York and Bill. He's my fiancee."
Wilma's breath was coming faster now. The sight and feel of the young teacher's
breathtaking body was too much for her. She was wildly aroused and her desire was
to force this little society bitch down on the shower floor and have her right there,
have her until she went out of her mind and begged for it, the way Wilma used to do
when she had first married Judd Gans. "You've got a nice body, a lovely body,"
Wilma said, surprising even herself, her soapy hands slipping under Beth's arms and
swooping up, cupping her breasts and massaging them while she pressed her groin
against Beth's relaxed buttocks, catching her by surprise and pressing her pubic hair
tightly between the softly yielding cheeks.
"Hey," Beth said, aroused out of her reverie by Wilma's passion. "Be careful."
Immediately, Wilma stepped back. She could easily overpower Beth at that moment,
and, for a fleeting second, the idea of grabbing that exciting body and forcing her to
do things she never dreamed of doing with another woman, was very tempting. It
would be great to just once let out all her sexual aggression and not give a damn.
She licked her lips and said, "I thought you was gonna fall. Look at you," she said,
changing the subject and becoming very tender. "Just look at you. Now listen, I
won't take no for an answer. Judd is out all night tending smudge pots or something.
This time of the year, it's always something. I'm alone and we got a nice snug bed in
a guest den."
Beth heaved a sigh, a big sigh. A slight frown came over her smooth brow. Her
body was tired, relaxed, yet she felt very awake, like some kind of energy was
flowing through her; an energy that flared excitingly whenever Wilma touched her.
Vaguely, she felt it would be better to go back to the trailer. Thanks awfully," she
said in her best finishing school manner, "perhaps another time."
Wilma looked at her cool chiseled face that was so poised and regal and she wanted
to teach her a lesson. Bring this proud bitch to the point of humility. If ever anyone
asked for it, it was Beth Carruthers with her polished words. "Look at your hair. You
got a hair dryer in that camper of yours?"
"A dryer? No, I don't. I don't have any current to run one with."
'Well, I have. So you just come right on over and get that pretty hair of yours dried."
"I'd love to, but I'm really so very tired."
Wilma wasn't about to give up. She wanted this girl, had made up her mind that she
was going to have her. The little rich bitch drove her out of her mind and she liked it.
This was a prize worth doing anything for and Wilma found herself thinking faster
than she ever had before. "Couple hours from now, it's going to get colder than a
witch's bed, honey, and with that head of wet hair, you're going to catch your death
of cold."
"I'll wrap a towel around it," Beth said as she dried herself and put on her robe,
pulling the belt tight around her slim waist.
Wilma put on her thick terry-cloth robe and stood looking at Beth with her hands on
her hips, cocking her head to one side. One last ruse. "Say, what's the matter with
me? I got leprosy or something? I'm not good enough? My home isn't good
enough? Or is it you city folk. I heard tell you don't even know who your neighbor
is? I hear that when folks get friendly, you think they're crazy. That true?"
Beth looked at Wilma with open eyes, seeing her standing there, looking hurt. My
God, she thought, what am I doing? Fresh on the job and already I'm creating a bad
impression. I've got to gain their confidence if I'm to succeed. She smiled winningly
at Wilma. "No, it isn't that at all."
"Then what is it?" Wilma asked, taking the initiative, "Now I don't know how long
you've been sleeping in that camper but you can't tell me you wouldn't want all the
comforts of a clean bed, a dryer, and your own bathroom for one night and have you
believe me, honey, it's something else."
"No, honest ..."
"I ain't askin' you to move in," Wilma went on, "I only offered a little western
hospitality, that's all. Wait 'til you see the kids gathering like little wolves around my
kitchen door when I set my mind to bakin' pies. It be criminal of me not to invite them
all in for a piece of pie and a glass of milk."
Beth laughed and said, "I'm very sorry, I'm so tired I wasn't thinking straight. I'd be
delighted and Battered to spend the night at your house."
Wilma put her arm around her and squeezed her tight as they walked. "Judd says
I'm too friendly with everybody. Maybe so, I say, I can't help it, it's what you married,
big man." They giggled as they walked together across the dark yard and up toward
Wilma's house that sat away from the cabins and barracks.
Lonny and his friends had leapt away from the knothole when Beth and Wilma left
the showers, carefully replacing the whorl of wood and then running Lonny leading
the way, back to the Arroyo. There they crouched in the dark in a tight circle as
Lonny, in an excited whisper, began telling them in detail, exactly what went on in
the shower. He described the women's bodies in detail and surprised himself with
an almost total recall of everything said. His friends huddled around him, passing a
marijuana cigarette around, listening to his every word.
"Hot damn!"
"Hot damn? Hot pants, man."
"Yeah, only they didn't have no pants on. Hot cunts. Right, Lonny?"
"Ha, I knew Mrs. Gans kinda leaned that way. My sister says she's always putting
her hands on her and invitin' her in for a back rub."
"Who's the other one? Who is she Lonny?"
Lonny took a drag on the cigarette, held his breath while they all waited, then
exhaled in a gush and said, "Don't know. Never saw her before. Stranger." He
smiled around at his friends. "But I'm sure gonna see more of her. Let's get up to
the Gans' place and watch us a show."
Chapter 3
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 halfempty
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 like 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.
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 actually 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.
"OOOOHHHhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhh 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 thick 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 cunt, 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!"
Chapter 4
Lonny and his friends ran through the fields as if the hounds of hell were snapping at
their heels. Lonny felt a wild elation and ran faster than his friends as they heard a
dog barking. That would be Judd Gans' old hunting dog; no other dog in the county
had a bay like that one. Judd had let it out of the pickup truck and that meant that
Judd, with a double barreled shotgun, wasn't too far behind.
Lonny was running, sprinting, when suddenly he was running on thin air. He had
shot right over the embankment of the drainage ditch and came crashing down,
tumbling, with an impact that knocked the breath out of him. He was still struggling
to his knees as his friends came sliding and falling into the ditch. "Come on," he
panted, leading the way as they ran, hearing the howl of the hound closer.
The fat would really be in the {ire if old Judd caught. Judd had a county-wide
reputation for being a tough customer to cross: breaking into his house was
tantamount to murder in his eyes and he wouldn't hesitate to use his shotgun. It
wasn't because of his good looks that he ran the biggest spread in the county. He
was a good, hard-drinking, two-fisted foreman who always got the crop in on time
and stood for no nonsense.
And Lonny knew they couldn't outdistance or outsmart that old hound; he was just
too fast and wise for that. They ran hard, trying to get as far from the house as
possible. A roar tore the stillness of the night and reverberated across the fields.
That would be Judd shooting off the shotgun. He wasn't that fast on his feet that he
could be close enough to get off a shot, but he probably knew they were in the ditch
and was alerting the whole damn camp. In a few minutes, all of those field hands
would be up and out and they all loved to hunt. Lonny had to think of something fast.
He could hear the hound now echoing behind them. He was in the ditch and it was
now a matter of seconds before he'd be on them and have them cornered. Lonny
had to think of something. If they were caught, it was curtains. Almost all of them
were carrying marijuana. Not even his father could get them out of this one!
"Split up!" he yelled. "Hank, Fred, come with me! Split up, it'll confuse that hound for
awhile!" he panted, yelling over his shoulder. One of the boys peeled off and headed
up the embankment, showering dirt down as they ran. Then another boy went up
the other embankment, each of them running low across the fields in opposite
directions. Each of them began peeling off, confusing the scent for the hound.
Judd's beast would stop, sniff the scent leading up and scamper up the embankment
and stand sniffing the wind, its tail wiggling.
Each time he stood, realizing it was just one scent and that the main spoor was still
in the ditch. Down he would leap again, bounding along until he came to another
odor leading up and out of the ditch. Judd was catching up with his dog now, puffing
along, his huge frame laboring. "No, you damn dumb son-of-a-bitch, they're only
fooling you!" he bellowed, pausing to whistle the dog back in the ditch.
Finally, the false scents were gone and he heard the dog up ahead, growling and
tearing at something. He grinned. Running hard, he thought, now I got them.
But it was a trick. The dog was tearing a shirt to pieces. A blue work shirt that
Lonny had peeled off and tossed up on the embankment. Everyone wore blue work
shirts and they'd never be able to trace it to him. "Here, boy," Judd bellowed as the
animal tore the shirt to ribbons. The dog obeyed and came down in the ditch,
whimpering, crawling to Judd who reached down and petted him. Judd smiled. "We
got 'em now, boy." He pumped another shell into his shot gun. Up ahead was the
dike. Beyond that was a drainage ditch full of water. They either were trapped or
had to crawl out of the ditch into open country where he, Judd Gans, of the best
shots in the county, could pick them off. "It's all over, boy," he said gloating, his
shotgun ready as he walked carefully along. "It's all over."
Although Judd was a good foreman, a good shot and hunter, a man who could belt
down a pint of white lightning like it was sweet branch water, he was not renowned
for his thinking. So it was with amazement that he saw his hound heading back
down the ditch toward him with its tail between its legs. The hound shot by him like a
whippet and Judd called the dog, turning to watch it disappear from sight and
scratching his head, saying, "Now what in hell ..." and turning just in time to hear and
see a wall of water bearing down on him!
Lonny and his two friends had made the dike and used all their strength opening the
flood gates then ran off toward a copse of trees. There, in a small arroyo, they
flopped to the ground and panted for breath as they heard shouts and the sound of
feet running toward the dike. Lonny lay looking at the stars through the branches
and started to laugh. It was just too damn funny. Old Judd Gans was probably
treading water in another county by now.
"We'd better get home, Lonny," Hank said, getting to his feet.
Lonny looked up at him. "Hank, you ain't any smarter than Judd. I oughta throw you
in the ditch with him. Come on," he said, getting to his feet.
"Where we going?" Fred asked.
Lonny put his hands on his hips and looked disgusted. "We're going to the dike and
help close it because of what them damn vandals did. Probably them hippies, I bet.
Come on," he said, kicking Fred with his foot, "get on your feet. We stay away and
they might suspect us. Besides, that dike is hard to close once it's open and all that
water is giving Judd Gans a bath."
They hurried across the field, laughing and giggling, toward the men with flashlights
and lanterns who were laboring to close the dike while a few hundred yards down
the drainage ditch they could hear Judd doing some loud, righteous cussing.
* * *
The day came and, on the surface, it was indistinguishable from any other day at the
camp. Men ate hasty breakfasts and piled, sleepy, joking, into trucks that would
drive them to the fields where they would bend in the hot sun all day long. Women
said good-bye to their men and scolded the children who ran around screeching at
one another. Judd Gans stood by his pickup truck, glowering at each of the workers.
Somewhere, there were enemies. The men kidded him, giving him sly smiles with a
few of them pretending to swim up into the trucks. Just as one truck was pulling
away, a voice called, "Glug, glug, glug!" and the men roared while Judd glared.
Wilma went down to the admissions office to tell Tina all about it. Tina clucked her
tongue and allowed as "How a body ain't safe in their own home no more."
Sheriff Lucas Lamont came rocking off the highway in his car and eased himself out,
putting on his Stetson hat and sunglasses. He was a tall lean man with a face
tanned the color and consistency of old leather. Deep lines bracketed his mouth and
fanned out from the corners of his eyes. His walk was slow and careful and he
wasn't known as the most talkative man in the county. He examined all the
evidence, listened to both the Gans with politeness and only grunted at their
questions.
He trudged out to the drainage ditch and stood with his hands in his hip pockets,
looking down at the water still lying there and grinned at Judd. "Looks like they
outfoxed you, Judd."
"Did you get elected sheriff just to tell me that?"
Lucas directed a jet of tobacco juice down into the ditch. "Look at the bright side of
it."
"How's that?" Judd hitched his pants.
"Least you got a good bath."
Lucas and Judd walked back to camp with Lucas trying not to laugh, talking about
the crops to change the subject.
At Judd's pickup truck, joined by Wilma who stood by her husband, a loyal wife, Judd
said, "Well, what are you going to do?"
Lucas tipped his hat to Wilma, shifted his wad of tobacco and said, "Do? Well, I
think I just might go have a cup of coffee with Tina."
Whatever Lucas Lamont was, he was a good cop. He knew his job and did it well
with a minimum of trouble. He knew the people of his county and acted accordingly.
And he knew the migrant workers and how they had to, sooner or later, let off a little
steam. He knew when to arrest a man for being drunk and when to give them a
nights sleep in a warm cell. And, knowing that working men drinking together are
going to fight sooner or later, he kept violence at a minimum by instinctively zeroing
in on the one guy who was making all the trouble and ending the offender's night
with a straight right to the mouth or, when he thought the argument was valid and the
men evenly matched, he wisely looked the other way, letting them all get some
steam off.
He knew the life of a field hand is hard and the prospects for getting ahead pretty
slim so he allowed some illegal practices to take place: like moonshining and
gambling and, yes, one whorehouse. Yet, he ruled them firmly, giving one and all
holy hell and trouble for months whenever they strayed out of line. Laconically, his
pale blue eyes hid behind his trooper's sunglasses, he would say, "Every man has to
have something in his life. Men are going to drink, bet, fight, and whore no matter
what anyone does or says. Better I know where they're doing it and just how much."
Short of keeping an eye on the Gans' place, Lucas wasn't about to do anything else.
In reality, there wasn't anything he could do. Besides, something was wrong, Judd
either didn't have all the facts or was lying. And Wilma. Wilma was sure different
this morning. Tired looking and kind of jumpy. Yet happy. Happier than Lucas had
seen her in a long while.
Nervous too. When they were talking by the pickup truck Lucas noticed Wilma
stiffen suddenly by Judd's side and glance nervously over his shoulder at something
behind him.
"Well, what are you going to do?"
Lucas tipped his hat to Wilma, shifted his wad of tobacco and said, "Do?" And he
played the hayseed sheriff, taking off his Stetson and scratching his head as he
slouched and turned to see what spooked Wilma. Behind him was a brand new
camper he had noticed when he drove into the camp. He made a practice of
memorizing the license plates of any new car or truck in his jurisdiction.
But it wasn't the sight of a camper that startled Wilma. It was the sight of a whitefaced
young girl getting out of the camper, looking up and seeing them standing
these and putting her hand to her mouth and backing into the camper and closing
the door. And the look on the girl's face. Lucas had seen that look before. He
turned back to the Gans and grinned. "Do? Well, I think I just might go have a cup
of coffee with Tina."
"Is that what we pay your salary for?" Judd asked, getting into his pickup and
slamming the door.
Lucas kicked some gravel at his feet. "Stay out of ditches, Judd ... Mrs. Gans." He
tipped his Stetson and walked over to the admissions office to have a cup of coffee
and jaw awhile with Tina. Tina was a good broad and, if he got her yakking, she'd
give him all the dirt for a few miles around.
There had been too many foot prints around the den window outside the Gans'
house. And a wood box had been dragged from the kitchen door to the window.
The breaking and entering job looked like an amateur job and kind of hasty. Any
burglar worth his salt would check a house carefully before trying to break in.
Besides, he was pretty darn sure that there weren't any cat-burglars and the word
was out that he was mean and unreasonable when it came to breaking and entering
cases and his county was a good place to pass through without stopping.
And that girl in the camper was a stranger and that look she gave him told him she
was in some kind of trouble. He swung into the admissions office with his Stetson
slung low over his eyes, grinning at Tina with a freckled smile. "Tina, if you've
changed your socks lately, I'll have a cup of that stuff you call coffee."
Latin Tina, fresh from a good workout the night before, lowered her long dark lashes
and shook a shoulder at him. "Here's Lucas, the sweet-talking sheriff."
Lucas was right about Beth, she was in trouble. She had slept through the night and
all the running and yelling and the gunshot like she was a stone. She had slept,
exhausted even when Wilma had come back into the room and covered her more
completely and hid the rubber dildoe she had so expertly brought the girl to orgasm
with and straightened everything up. She had slept through Judd storming into the
house soaking wet; she had slept through his profane harangue as he stood dripping
in a puddle and shook his fist at whoever it was that had made such a fool of him.
She had slept, her only movement the deep, steady rise and fall of her breasts, until,
near dawn, she had slowly opened her eyes and lay staring, wide awake, without
moving. She stayed that way for a long time, staring up without moving or blinking.
It was in her eyes, it was a kind of sun-seared look. She seemed to be staring
inward rather than outward.
After lying still for a long time, she slowly looked around, accepting the reality of
being in the den, a strange room, with a sad acceptance. It was true. It wasn't a
dream. She got out of bed slowly, every muscle in her body aching, her head
reeling. She draped herself in a blanket and walked to the window and stood
shivering, with wild sad eyes, waiting for the sun to come up.
It came slowly, long shafts of sunlight striking across the fields and turning a low
storm cloud on the horizon a deep purple edged by bright yellow. It seemed to swell
and bulge on the horizon, turning orange and causing the fields to shimmer in heat
waves. It was going to be a hot sunny day.
Suddenly, Beth was all desperate action. Soon the camp would be full of men going
to work and she would be seen walking to her camper in a bathrobe. Or, she could
wait until everyone was gone. She couldn't stay in the house that long. She never
wanted to see the house or Wilma Gans again. She dressed hastily and stole
through the house and out the door quietly, hurrying to her camper and only
breathing a sigh of relief when she was safe inside her camper, the door shut and
locked and the curtains drawn tight.
But her relief was only temporary. She fell on her cot and cried for a long time.
Finally getting up and putting a cold rag on her face. Every person, as Sheriff Lucas
Lamont wisely observed, has to let steam off one way or another. Nature takes over
when we are faced with an emotional storm in our souls. We drink, or go into shock
or go crazy. There is, in each person's life, a time when they are all alone, faced
with grim facts. Such a moment is a test of character and will to survive. Beth was
facing such a moment in her camper. Years of breeding and tradition were in her
family. Her ancestors were those that faced the stern New England life and weather
and emerged triumphant. Like seasoned combat troops, they had learned not to
panic or retreat when the going got tough. Tenaciously, they dug in and held fast.
Such grit can't be inherited, science says, yet Beth felt a strength going way back in
her family. In a state of shock, she stumbled around the camper, getting dressed
and determined, in one way or another, to face the day, to get busy, occupy her
mind, to work hard, giving herself completely to whatever she could find to do.
She forced her will to concentrate on her dress. She dressed in jeans and cowgirl
boots with a blouse and a fringed frontier jacket. She was going to look neat and
clean and run her classes for the younger children, the job she had been sent to do.
And she wouldn't think. She simply forced herself not to think about the night before.
She had to let time go by, time in which she could gather strength and have the
benefit of a perspective before she thought about what had happened and what to
do about it. She allowed herself one thought: no maker what, she was going to have
a talk with Wilma Gans. And this time, there wouldn't be any friendliness or white
lightning or tea.
She brushed her hair and pulled it back in a tight bun that looked business-like and
severe. She paid special attention to her face and was grateful that the western
jeans and blouse and coat hid all her bruises. She stood before the mirror, taking a
deep breath. She looked neat and clean. There were circles under her eyes and
she tried to smile to hide the look on her face. She looked ghastly, but was
determined to get through the day.
She stepped from the trailer and froze, seeing Judd and Wilma Gans standing by a
pickup and talking to a sheriff who turned and scratched his bead and looked at her.
The look on Beth's face was wild. She had to retreat back into the camper and close
the door, her heart thumping with fear. What was Wilma up to? Was she going to
try and destroy her completely? Why would she do an insane thing like that? Why
last night? Nothing made any sense.
She lifted a corner of one curtain and peeked, watching Judd drive off and Wilma
walk up the hill to her house and the sheriff amble off to the admissions office. She
watched, for a long time, shaking, and saw only a few dogs trot by and a chicken
peck around. Summoning up her courage, she told herself it must have been
another matter or the sheriff would have come over to her. Holding her breath, she
opened the camper door, books in her hand, and stepped out, locking the door. The
camp seemed empty with just the sound of children's voices playing out of sight and
a dog barking.
She walked towards the empty drying shed that she was going to use as a
classroom for the day when a voice called out, "Oh, Miss.
Beth whirled to see the sheriff walking from the admissions office with that no-hurry
western style of loose walking. He ambled up to her, stuck his thumb in his heavy
gunbelt and took off his Stetson. "Howdy. I'm Sheriff Lucas Lamont and you must
be that new traveling schoolteacher. You're Miss Carruthers." His face was freckled
behind his sunglasses and his smile was warm and welcoming.
"How do you do. My first name is Beth."
"I know. I know you came in last night or the late afternoon and you're here to help
out. Those little ones need some kind of help and I'm mighty glad you're doing it and
if I can be of any help to you or somebody gives you a hard time, I'm available to
help."
"Why, thank you. That's very nice."
"It's my job. One word of caution, ma'am. Camps like this are a good place to stay
out of on pay night. Maybe even the night after. These boys get a little wild round
that time of the month. They don't mean no harm, but they do get out of line. If I
was you, I'd arrange to be elsewhere on those nights.
"Thank you again, Sheriff Lamont. I'll keep that in mind." Beth turned to go.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes?"
"Did you notice anything unusual in camp last night?"
Beth stiffened. She couldn't help it. "No. Unusual? N-no. Nothing. Why should I
see anything unusual?" she asked defensively.
Lucas took his time answering her, looking at her frown behind his opaque dark
glasses. "It's just that someone tried to break into the Gans' home last night and it
seems there was a kind of posse out to get them."
Beth pretended to be busy with the books in her hand. "No, I didn't see or hear
anything last night." '
"Uh huh. You slept in your camper?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Nothing. You must have slept deep."
"Yes," Beth said, somewhat frosty. I was quite tired."
"Uh huh. Well, if I was you, I'd keep my door locked at all times."
"I will, sheriff, and I thank you again."
"Never can tell, it could be hippies."
"Hippies?"
"Yeah. There's a whole commune of them back in the hills. Ain't like them to bother
folks unless it's to come out and beg for food. Still, you never can tell. One of them
might get doped up on something and wander down here."
Beth was interested in the hippies from the viewpoint of children and education. "Are
they ever any trouble?"
Lucas shrugged. "Depends on what you mean by trouble, They keep to themselves
a lot. Seldom come down unless, like I said, they beg old fruit and vegetables from
growers and stores. If they got any dope, I can't see it. They picked their spot well,
they can see any vehicle coming a long way off and they have plenty of time to hide
anything. I go up there looking for runaways, usually."
"Are there any small children up there?"
"Yeah. They got a big family going and God knows who belongs with who half the
time. Still, they don't break any laws."
"Does the county make any provision for educating the children? I mean, those of
preschool age?"
"None." Lucas shook his head. "Have a hard time getting the school-age kids to
show up. County goes looking for them and they hide. Spooky lot and I'm still not
sure I know everything that's going on there. Best you stay away ma'am. Rumor
has it there's plenty of drugs around hippies."
"Thank you again, sheriff, now I must get my classes started."
"Fine. Ma'am?"
"Yes?"
"You feeling all right?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"You don't look like you're feeling well."
"Oh? A touch of the flu, I think. I'll shake it off.
"Take care. That stuff is going around. Will you be spending another night in this
camp?"
"I ... I'm not sure. I mean, in all probability, I will. I haven't thought about it."
"Well, if you do, keep your door locked. Ma'am." He stepped back and touched his
hand to the brim of his cap. He watched Beth walk off with an appreciative eye as
her buttocks swung from side to side as she walked. He took off his hat, raked his
hand through his hair and set the Stetson on his head at a business angle. That was
quite a tantalizing little piece with a real proper manner and face. "Lucas," he said to
himself, "something happened here last night and that young lady knows something
about it." He walked to his patrol car and decided to radio headquarters and told the
dispatcher he wanted all the New York authorities could give him on one Beth
Carruthers, Caucasian, early twenties, extremely attractive, occupation school
teacher, driving license number XLU34198.
He switched off the mike, looked up the Gans' house, looked at Beth's camper and
shook his head. Part of being a sheriff was being patient. Something more than just
a burglary attempt went on at or outside the Gans' house last night and sooner or
later, he'd find out. Lucas gunned out onto the highway and commenced his daily
rounds from sunup to sundown. Evenings, his deputy took over with Lucas coming
in if help was needed. People had a way of hiding things about themselves from
him. It was natural and Lucas expected it. He shook his head, thinking that he
already knew more about people than he wanted to know.
Beth threw herself into the day, greeting the children with a grasping eagerness. She
needed them far more than they needed her. She won their confidence and control
in a short time. Soon, she had them clustered around her as she read them short
stories. She kept the length of the classes relatively short, allowing periods for play
and resting.
By lunch time, she was enchanted by the children and one boy in particular, Manuel,
a little Mexican boy with black button eyes who was very bright and burning to learn
how to read. "Learn me this," he would say, pointing to a word. In the afternoon,
she spent time with individuals; Manuel in particular, for he was charming and very
bright and she held him in her lap as they went through the alphabet and she felt an
odd comfort and thrill from his young body.
Late afternoon came and the children were sleepy and getting irritable so she
declared an afternoon siesta and soon, they were all asleep in the shade. All except
Beth, who sat guard over them and thought of the night before. It was like being
touched with the tip of a very immense and cruel pain and she flinched from it,
putting her hands to her eyes.
A sound behind her made her jump. "Oh, you scared met!"
A young boy was standing behind her. A good looking young boy with freckles, clear
blue eyes and a quiet cool smile that reminded her of someone or thing. He stepped
back, saying, "Sorry, ma'am," in a quiet voice.
"It's all right," Beth whispered, pointing at the children and then indicating they'd
better walk a distance from the open drying shed if they wanted to talk.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, if I disturbed you or anyone," the boy said when they were far
enough; away from the shed.
"It's all right. It was just so quiet and I was ... thinking. What did you want?"
"My name's Lonny, ma'am, and when I heard you was here I thought I'd come over
and see if you had any books to lend. You know, I was hoping you'd be a lending
library or something."
Beth smiled. "How old are you, Lonny?"
"Just sixteen, ma'am."
Her smile broadened. She found herself thinking something she had never thought
before: he was at such a beautiful age; old enough and certainly big enough to be a
man, yet still a boy. Big for his age, but still a boy. "Well, I don't have too many
books for someone your age, but I could scare some things up. You see, I'm here
for the pre-school children so most the books I have would be for their age."
"Oh that's all right," Lonny said brightly. "They're not for just me, they're for some
little kids."
"Well, I'm going to see all the children in the county."
"I doubt you'll see these, ma'am."
"Why not?"
"They're back in the hills in the communes, ma'am."
"Yes, the hippies. The sheriff was here this morning and told me about them."
The sheriff's my pa, ma'am. I'm Lonny Lamont," Lonny said brightly, grinning
engagingly and looking like such a nice clean-cut American kid.
"Really? How nice. Does your father know that you go up to the commune, Lonny?"
"No, ma'am, he doesn't and he sure would tan my hide if he did know." Lonny was
charmingly honest and his grin made him look like his father. "I go up there when I'm
hunting sometimes and I see those kids and thought I could do something for them."
"How nice, Lonny. Tell me something. If you were to take me up there, how do you
think they'd receive me? I mean, would they mind my teaching their children to
read?"
Lonny looked quizzical and scratched his head like his father. "They seem a pretty
nice bunch. Some of them are weird and all of them are little nuts. I don't think
they'd hurt anybody. Yeah, they might like it."
"If I wanted to go, would you take me up there?"
"Sure, only it would have to be this evening, tonight, because I'll be playing
basketball every night for the rest of the week."
"Basketball? Really? I bet you're good at it. Mmmmm." Beth pretended to decide,
when, in fact, she had made up her mind immediately. She didn't want to spend
another night right in the camp and she didn't want to be alone until she absolutely
had to. This way, she would have Lonny's company and plenty of children to pay
attention to. "How far is the camp from here?"
"Not far. Under an hour. Lots of dirt road."
"Will my camper make it?" Beth asked, pointing to it. "That?" Lonny asked, shading
his eyes. "Sure. Easy."
"Would you please guide me up there after dinner? I'd pay you for your time."
Lonny put his hands in his hip pockets and shuffled his feet, looking embarrassed, "I
said I would. You don't have to pay me nothing."
"We'll discuss that later," Beth said. Then she did a thing she never felt she was
capable of. She flirted with the boy, teasing her hips back and forth and smiling at
him in a knowing way. She laced her long fingers together and tried to be cool.
"Shall we meet at my camper around seven?"
"Sure thing." He acted as if he hadn't noticed her flirting.
"Good, it was nice talking to you, Lonny, and I'll see you at seven." She held out her
hand.
Lonny took it reluctantly and said, "Seven o'clock."
Beth went back to her sleeping class and sat down. She looked at the children, at
their young sleeping faces. Whatever happened last night, whatever Beth was, she
was now helping young children toward learning and that was a good and positive
thing. Whatever else took place, the day was good and she still had good instincts
and motives. Tonight, she would be doing still more good things. Yet, she was
deeply troubled and her eyes were clouded and doubtful from so much pain and
bewilderment. And her action toward Lonny --- she had never felt that way toward
grown men, let alone a young man. Yet, for a minute, such a lewd evil thrill and
thought entered her mind and she felt a strange little twisting sensation deep in her
groin.
Last night. It had to be last night and an after effect. Her mind was confused. She
resolved she wouldn't think that way anymore. Tonight, she would be on her guard
with Lonny and she was going to do something fine and decent: show she cared
enough to journey right into a commune and teach the children. She imagined
herself loved by all the children up and down the county, bringing a ray of
intelligence into their lives. She thought of herself like a modern Florence
Nightingale, bringing the promise of knowledge to hungry young minds.
She daydreamed of helping all the children, even those of Lonny's age, inspiring him
to go to college. She made a mental note to stock up on adult books --- the classics
--- next time she went to town for supplies. She would be famous within the county.
And she would prove she was really a worthwhile person. What happened with
Wilma Gans would never happen again.
Despite the heat of late afternoon, Beth felt a chill and she pulled her jacket tight
around her. She would tale to Wilma. Tonight, she didn't want to stay in the camp.
She figured she'd take Lonny home then find a side road somewhere and sleep.
She needed rest and tomorrow, when the men were gone to work, she could
confront Wilma.
When the classes were over, Beth went back to her camper and cooked a simple
dinner over a stereo stove and lay down to rest before Lonny came.
She looked at her face in a hand mirror. Her face had changed. What was it? She
held the mirror at various angles but couldn't pin it down. She knew she had
changed inside, for she was feeling things she had never thought of before. She
squeezed her eyes shut and refused to think of anything but her good qualities.
Chapter 5
Lonny Lamont, the sheriff's son, was right on time with his hair combed and a clean
shirt on. They drove off in the camper sitting together up front. Lonny gave
directions and turned off the highway where he told her and kicked up dust on a dirt
road for a few miles then turned off on another road and still another.
As the sun went down and twilight came one, Beth switched on the headlights. They
had made so many twists and turns, Beth had no idea where they were heading
except up and the roads were getting more weed-strewn and seldom used. "How far
did you says she asked, peering ahead apprehensively as the dark was coming on
fast.
"We're almost there," Lonny said.
They swung around a curve and creeped up another slope then around on another
trail down into an arroyo. Up ahead was a car sitting in the road and Beth braked
and looked at the car. "We can't go around."
"We're not going to go around."
Something cold in his voice made her look at him. He was smiling, but it wasn't the
same as before. A panic in her made her hopefully suggest, "Maybe we can move
it?"
"Nope."
"Then we'll have to go back," she said with an uneasy laugh, shifting the camper into
reverse.
"Nope." Lonny reached over and grabbed the keys in a lightning swift move and
threw them out the window into the shrubbery.
"Young men ...!"
He leaked at her with a strange expression on his face. "We ain't going anywhere."
Suddenly, as if by signal there were boys all around the cab. Beth tensed and stared
at them, trying to keep her composure. There were seven of them, all the same age
or slightly younger and all of them were looking at her with a gleam that she didn't
like. She decided to brazen it out. She turned to Lonny Andes smiled coolly. "All
right, we've had our little joke. Now may I please have my keys back and well forget
this ever happened."
Lonny looked at her for a second before laughing out loud. "Oh, wow, are you too
much!" he mocked her, looking regal. "May ah pu-leese have my keys back." They
all laughed and opened both doors to the cab, crowding in and causing Beth to
cringe back and be jammed between Lonny and a boy she would come to know as
Mike. Mike grinned at her as she got a whiff of alcohol on his breath. "Hiya, baby!"
he said.
Beth tried to look away, holding her chin high. "My advice to all of you is to stop this
immediately before you find yourselves in serious trouble."
"Such as what?" another boy demanded belligerently.
"Such as some of you ... all of you drinking under age."
They hooted and laughed at her, Mike pointing across her, rubbing her breasts with
his arm. "No worry with old Lonny here, his Dad won't do anything. Tell us another,
schoolteacher!"
They laughed at her and Mike pulled a bottle from his pocket and shook it in front of
her face. "Little drink, come on."
"No thank you!" Beth's voice was cold as she turned her head. These kids were
crazy and she couldn't allow herself to be rattled by them, she had to get the upper
hand. "I'm going to report you all," she said in a cold fury.
'Why?" Lonny asked in a cool calm voice, slinging his arm around her. "Because we
offered you a drink of white lightening? Look, we know you drink it."
Beth froze at the words and her eyes widened. She gradually went numb as Lonny
went on talking in a quiet insinuating way and all the boys grinned at her and leaned
closer. "Why all I'd say to my Dad is: 'Pa, we was just being neighborly 'cause we
know this lady here likes white lightning. Why we saw it happen right up in Wilma
Gans' house.'"
Lonny was leaning his young face closer, a tight lewd grin on his face. "Why, we
stuck around and saw all kinds of interesting things."
Beth wanted to scream, to fight her way out of the cab and run. Instead, she
swallowed hard and tried to sound calm. "I ... don't know ... what ... you're ... talking
about."
Lonny grinned at his friends then right at Beth, pushing his face up close. "Oh, no?"
he asked, his eyes rolling. "Maybe this will help you remember?" Then, with his
friends smirking and leering at her, Lonny lasciviously rolled his tongue around his
lips and wiggled it in the air.
Beth had to look down. She had never been so ashamed or humiliated in all her life.
She brushed at her hair with a trembling hand. "What do you want?"
"Just to talk. Just sit and talk and maybe have a drink or two."
"No!" Beth said as she stiffened and Mike held the open bottle under her nose.
Lonny sighed. "I'll ask you once more in a nice way. Have a drink. It's being offered
to you country-style. Don't hurt our feelings, ma'am, or else we're going to force it
down your throat." He punched the headlight button off with a vicious movement.
They sat in the darkness pressed together and Beth thought of the threatening tone
of his voice and she was afraid. Drunk, the boys might get very rough and hurt her.
She had to have time to reason with them. Slowly, she took the bottle after her eyes
got accustomed to the dark.
The boys murmured their approval as she sipped at the whiskey, taking just a little
and making a face. She handed the bottle to Lonny but he motioned it back to her.
"You gotta do better than that."
She took a second sip and a third at Lonny's insistence before he would accept the
bottle and take a gurgling swig, smacking his lips and handing the bottle off. "That's
the only way to drink white lightning: get it down fast and sit back and wait."
Beth watched the bottle going around. By the time it got back to her it would be near
empty or gone. At the most, she only had to take one more sip. Perhaps they would
get too drunk and she could control them. When the bottle reached Mike, next to
her, he tossed off what remained and reached, to her heart skipping dismay, into his
coat and pulled out a fresh pint, pulling out the cork and offering her the bottle.
"Drink up," Lonny urged, "You got some catching up to do."
Beth sipped at the whiskey again and had to sip three times before Lonny, with a
sneer, snatched the bottle from her hands and suddenly strong young hands were
grabbing her roughly, pinning her arms at her sides, forcing her head back. "Ill
scream!" Beth yelled.
"Go ahead," Lonny said kneeling on the seat and looming above her with the bottle.
"Nobody will hear you. Ain't nobody around for miles.
She lashed out with her feet but only succeeded in kicking the steering column.
"Wooo-eee! She's got spirit! I like 'em with spirit." He had her head brutally locked
in the crook of his arm and forcing it back until she thought he would break her neck.
His other hand was trying to pry her mouth open. She bit his finger hard and he
yelled and twisted it free. He sucked on it a second before slapping her hard in the
face, hard enough for her to see stars. "Fucking bitch!" he spat and Beth didn't know
which stunned her more: his slap or his language.
She didn't have any time to think about it. Lonny was splashing white lightning all
over her mouth and face and some of it seeped in her mouth and down her throat
and she opened her mouth to catch her breath and Lonny turned the bottle upside
down as the whiskey gurgled out.
Beth gagged and started and they let go of her neck so that she could cough and
catch her breath. She finally heaved a sigh and fell back, her eyes closed. Enough
of this white lightning found its way down her throat for her to feel it already and it
was with a dulled sense of resignation that she let them pull back her head once
more and pour more whiskey until she gagged and choked.
Then they sat in silence for a few minutes, watching her catch her breath and then
lean back in the seat, her eyes closed. Those that were holding her arms felt them
relax and they let go. She opened her eyes and saw all the young boys smiling
expectantly at her. She could feel the alcohol beginning to take effect and she tried
to focus her mind. You'll never get away with this, you know. Why, just forcing me
to stay where I am, getting me to come up here, all of this can be called kidnapping.
You know what the laws are for kidnapping?"
Lonny laughed again, jabbing with his elbow at his friends and giving Beth a little
squeeze. You invited us up here, right fellas? That's contributing to the delinquency
of minors. How about them apples?"
The boys all laughed. The bottle was thrust at Beth again and she drank to assuage
her fear. What kind of thing had she fallen into? What kind of people were they?
First Tina and then Wilma and now these leering kids. The whiskey burned down
heir throat and into her stomach. Beth knew she had to get out of the mess she was
in. If nothing else, she could roll the camper downhill to a place where she could call
for help or be seen.
Then her rapidly fogging mind realized she would be rolling downhill backwards in
the dark and there were so many twists and turns. Which was the first one, right or
left?
While she was thinking, the boys were moving. Mike suddenly had her by the wrist.
"Come on," he said, getting out and pulling her. "Not 'nough room. In the back then
we all can get in."
Beth stepped out of the cab and fell drunkenly into the bushes as the boys laughed
and pulled her roughly to her feet. She was pulled, half leaning, along the length of
the camper and helped in. She was pushed inside with Mike yelling, "Let her have a
seat, give the li'l lady a seat
She found her way to her belly and sat down heavily. The white lightning was having
its effect. She tried to focus as the boys crowded in, an seven of them with Lonny
being the eighth and loader. They began prying into things, tossing books around,
laughing, investigating what food she had and even going through her clothing,
holding her thin flimsy panties up and hooting.
Beth made a feeble attempt to stop them, holding out one arm and finding a pint in it.
"Come on, bottom's up!" they yelled, sprawling all around her. She drank again,
finding it did indeed go doom easier after a few drinks. She handed the bottle to
Lonny and smiled at him in a futile attempt to get him on her side.
Mike was rolling some cigarettes and passing them around. The boys were lighting
them up and inhaling, holding their breath and passing them on. Mike handed her
one and Beth looked at it with bleary eyes. "I don't smoke," she said, holding it out to
Lonny.
"You'll smoke this one," Lonny said. That's something special."
"What is its' Beth asked, her tongue suddenly thick.
"Grass," one of the boys said, laughing.
Beth looked puzzled, knitting her brows and looking down at the badly made
cigarette.
"Pot! Mary Jane! Marijuana!" Lonny said, leaning close. "It'll turn you on."
"No!" Beth said, throwing the cigarette away.
Lonny shrugged. "Okay, then it's more white lightning for our schoolteacher. Where
the hell is the bottle?"
"No, please," Beth slurred, putting her hands up. "I'll get sick."
"You'll get smashed, that's what!" Mike yelled as he grabbed her again and they
forced her head back and raw alcohol poured down her throat and she choked and
gasped.
One of the boys found her Coleman lantern and pumped it up and lit it, adjusting the
wick so that the light was low. The boys checked the curtains at Lonny's warning.
"Any little bit of light up here will travel for miles."
Beth had her hand over her mouth, still trying to catch her breath when Lonny
retrieved the marijuana cigarette and handed it back to her, saying, "Take this or
another belt of booze."
Beth took the cigarette and they lighted it and she puffed on it, blowing the smoke
out.
"No, take a deep drag then hold it in!" Mike said.
She did as she was told. She held her breath for as long as she could exhaling in a
long sigh. They made her smoke the whole cigarette and she was grateful for the
time, trying to think of what she could do. There was a flashlight. She could get the
flashlight and hit them with it and run down the trail. She grinned to herself and
Lonny, seeing the grin, said, "Ah, the lady is getting stoned."
The trouble was, she couldn't remember where the flashlight was. Despite the
circumstances, it was funny that she couldn't remember and she giggled. The
harder she giggled, the more she tried to stop. Soon, it seemed like they were all
laughing as hard as they could and the camper was hot and thick with a sweet
pungent odor.
Beth stopped laughing, wiping her eyes and sitting up. So much time had gone by.
Or had it? She looked at the cigarette in her hand and was amazed to see that it
was nothing but a tiny stub! It had gone out and just a second ago she had taken
her first puff!
Before she could say anything, she was handed another cigarette and somebody lit
it for her. Beth sat back on her cot, crossing her legs and smoking. She had never
felt so strange. She seemed to be floating, drifting and her body felt good even if it
seemed impossible to know how much time had gone by or what was happening.
Lonny was next to her on the cot. "Feel good, now?" he asked.
Beth smiled at him and nodded. Her fear was ebbing. They weren't so bad, just
young kids acting big. Nothing was really bad, she just had to broaden her mind and
understand, that's all. Actually, it was kind of nice being with the boys and laughing.
Except she didn't approve of the drinking. Nor the marijuana. She giggled, thinking
there was so much she didn't approve of yet she liked the situation.
The boys were naughty. They were young boys growing into manhood and they
were being smutty and bad. A shiver ran through her body and she became
confused at the feelings she was experiencing. She had flirted with Lonny before,
and now, as she looked around, she found most of the boys appealing. Young and
appealing. She smiled around.
"Why don't you take your clothes off?" Lonny said after a silence.
And there was another silence without any of them moving. All of them were looking
at her. It seemed an eternity before she could say, "No, that would be wrong."
"Come on," Lonny said impatiently, "we all saw you do it with Wilma."
"That was different."
"Oh, sure, yeah, right!" the boys called to one another.
"You a dyke?" Lonny asked.
"Huh?" Beth wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but guessed. "No. Wilma Gans
tricked me and I'm going to report her."
"Yeah, you do that," Lonny said dryly, "and be sure you tell my Dad just how you
loved it."
"She tricked me!" Beth said with as much vehemence as she could muster. "She got
me drunk and gave me some tea to drink and I didn't know what was happening.
You've got to believe me! I'm not that kind of girl!"
Lonny put his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eyes. His eyes were
bloodshot and wild. "Maybe you really think you're not that type of girl, but I saw you
in action and you loved it. Now I'm going to lay it out for you. You did it for Wilma
Gans, you're going to do it for us or else." He held a freshly made marijuana
cigarette out to her. "Now you smoke this or it's more white lightning."
Beth smoked the cigarette and felt her will melting. Her body began to feel so good
and her mind so strange. A feeling, dark, intense, forbidding, was beginning to churn
deep in her groin and she did her best to conceal it as she seemed to take endless
drags on the cigarette.
Someone was helping her out of her fringed jacket and she let them. With all the
bodies in the little camper, it was hot and she felt more comfortable without the
jacket. Still, there was the cigarette to smoke. Was it the same one or a new one?
She giggled at not knowing such a simple fact.
She leaned back on the cot, her back against the camper wall and watched, a
faraway little smile playing on her lips, as Lonny boldly unbuttoned the front of her
blouse. He finished and pulled the blouse open and all the boys crowded around to
look at her black bra and the snow-white orbs of her huge, firm breasts that
blossomed and bulged out around the black material. A strange sensation came
over Beth. Something in her liked seeing the boys' eager greedy faces stare at her
almost naked loveliness. Something seething and unholy wanted her to go on while
another part of her thought the scene loathsome and depraved. It was all right for
them to act curious, it was natural for them to want to know about women, but it was
another story for her to enjoy it and feel like encouraging it.
Her feelings about the night before, the feelings her fogged mind and body thought
and felt the night before were all coming to the surface. The boy named Mike and
Lonny were helping her out of her blouse. It was wrong! It was so wrong yet she
found herself thrilling to the rough touch of their hands and seeing their faces so
excited and she sat back trying to suppress a lewd smile at their reaction to her bare
flesh. Inside, she was torn: she wanted to scream yet was enjoying the feeling so
much.
Next, they pulled her cowgirl boots and stockings off and she wiggled her toes and
they all laughed. "That's not all you can wiggle!" Mike said.
She shot him a chastising glance, slapping him on the arm but really pleased and
lewdly excited by his taunt. She could feel a heat and moistness growing deep up
between her legs and she tried once more to control herself.
Then the boys' hands were all over her and she fought, feebly, to fend them off.
First, Lonny started unzipping her jeans and she put her hands there and then hands
were pulling at her bra and she fought with them only to find her wrists seized and
held in an iron grip. They were pulling her jeans down and she kidded and twisted,
trying to stop then. Two of the boys were jerking the jeans down, pulling her panties
halfway down to her thighs with them and they pulled the jeans clear and threw them
over their heads out of sight.
For a second, they stopped their pawing and pulling and looked at her. She was
slumped back on the camper bunk, breathing hard from her efforts, her chest rising
and falling. One of her breasts had worked its way free in the struggle and the nipple
was getting tight and pointing as the boys crowded around, holding her wrists down
so that she was powerless to move her arms.
She could move her body and she twisted and turned, lashing out with her legs until
the boys grabbed her slim, model-like ankles and pinned her down. Still she
struggled, her torso turning and her hips twisting in a way that only excited the Boys
more. That's it," Mike said, panting, "Squirm it around some more! That turns me
on!"
Beth stopped and caught her breath, looking around at the boys who were crowding
so close now. She could feel their breath on her body. She looked down and saw
that her panties had been pulled halfway off, down over her stomach to where the
soft curls of her pubic heir began. She looked at the boys. None of them were
looking at her face and she saw them staring at her helpless body with drugged and
drunken eyes, licking their lips and wiping sweat from their faces. It was getting hot
in the camper now and the sickly sweet smell of marijuana hung heavy in the air,
mingling with the fumes of alcohol as the bottle was passed around.
Some of the boys were taking off their clothing now and she saw bare chests and
arms and a lewd thrill ran through her again. She was lying half across the cot and
the straps to her bra were hanging down over her shoulders and the huge,
beautifully formed breast that had worked its way loose and jutted up for all to see.
Her slim waist and stomach were naked far down below her navel and her smooth,
well-formed thighs and legs were naked and held in place by strong little hands.
Mike lifted her head and offered her the neck of the bottle and she raised her head,
opening her mouth to take a drink and Lonny's hand slid behind her back and undid
the clasp to her bra.
She began struggling again as the boys watched her body writhe and Mike ran a
rough hand down her silky squirming stomach and on to her softly curling pubic
fleece under the panties as he said, his voice low, "That's it, I like to see you squirm,
teach baby!"
She stopped again and lay still with her eyes closed as they pulled her bra from her
and she felt small, insistent hands playing eagerly with her breasts. The alcohol and
grass was having its full effect now and she opened her eyes a slit to see hands
running over her naked titties, hands, young hands, fighting with one another to
touch and caress and squeeze and pinch her nakedness and her face winced and
her breasts jumped and quivered as they were squeezed and pulled and her nipples
were pinched hungrily.
Her nipples seemed to have a life of their own as they were teased at and pulled and
they leaped into an obscene life, tightening and growing pointed, sending lewd thrills
through her body. "N-no. No. NO!" she shouted, trembling fighting once more. She
felt her cunt lubricated and her vaginal lips swelling with an excitement even greater
than she had felt last night with Wilma Gans! Her position was so helpless, and
strangely that very helplessness was becoming exciting to her! God, she thought,
I'm losing my mind! "Stop, stop, are you crazy!" she screamed, the words tearing
through her throat as she struggled all out against the hungry searching hands of the
young teenage boys.
They were lifting her clear of the bunk now and pulling her thin flimsy panties down,
tearing them as they did. Then they had her by the arms and legs, suspended in the
air above the bunk and she was struggling and twisting as they slowly pulled her legs
apart and there she was naked in front of them, obscenely naked, writhing, twisting,
her hips pumping and turning as they pulled her legs apart and saw the thin little slit
of her cunt glistening in its nest of warm curling pubic hair in the weak light. Tiny
droplets of sweat broke out on her body and her breasts jiggled obscenely, her
smooth, plaits stomach rippling as her hips bucked and twisted vainly against the
teenagers' combined strength. She threw her head back and screamed only to have
a hand clap over her mouth and she felt hands, young boys' hands sliding up and
down her legs and fingers probing at her now completely defenseless cunt. "Damn!"
a voice said, "She's hot and ready to go."
"Let me see her pussy, too!"
Beth raised her head, the hand still over her mouth, her eyes wide, to see the boys
staring bug-eyed up between her wide spread legs and boyish hands were all over
her cunt, spreading the soft, hair-lined lips wide and probing, caressing, hurting her
yet exciting her wildly against her will.
"Hey!" Lonny called, "where's Eddie? Eddie's the youngest and he saw the least last
night so he gets the first fuck offa' teach, baby!"
All the boys were laughing and calling, and Eddie, just turned fourteen was shoved
forward and Beth watched with her own eyes bulging now, the veins standing out in
her neck and forehead as she saw the young thin boy get between her wide-held
legs and start to pull his jeans down to his knees as the other boys renewed their
grips on her arms and ankles and mouth. All she could do was make muffled
sounds and thrash her head around and move her body, writhing and struggling to
be free.
Eddie now had his pants down to his knees and stood slim and young between her
thighs, holding his erect young prick in his hand as she struggled, her body still
suspended in mid-air about three feet off the floor. Her struggles only exceeded in
making her look even more lewd and abandoned as her hips bucked and gyrated
and her breasts heaved and spread lewdly and hands grasped them and a mouth
went hot and wet over one of the nipples. Beth finally, her strength gone, let her
head fall back and she moaned softly into the hand over her mouth and she felt
another mouth suction over her other nipple and the two mouths were sucking and
biting at her at the same time and she felt a lewd lascivious thrill shudder through her
body. She couldn't help it: the alcohol and marijuana were shutting off the moralistic
portions of her brain and she was becoming increasingly uninhibited and ... it felt so
good.
She could feel the blunt end of the boy, Eddie's young eager cock pushing on her
cunt now and she struggled again but only succeeded in running the head of his
cock up and down the wet slit of her cunt and exciting herself all the more. She
strained and looked up once more and saw Eddie smiling excitedly between her legs
his cock in his hand. He looked so young and so slim and eager!
She felt the head of his warmly jerking little penis softly parting the lips of her vagina
and slipping lubricated into her cunt, tickling her slightly inside and she struggled
again, squirming her hips in mid-air and the fourteen year old went wild and began
fucking her with a youthful abandon, his thin, boyish penis worming in and out of her
cunt and she let her head fall back again as she moaned out her total helplessness.
The boys were crowded around now, holding her in mid air, watching Eddie's prick
slide in and out of the teacher's helpless cunt. They saw Beth gradually give in, the
feeling too good to resist. They saw the fluted, hair-covered edges of her vaginal lips
grow taut and seem to cling to the slippery shaft of the prick as it pulled out then saw
the same lips suddenly quiver and begin to grow as tight as rubber bands and roll in
on themselves as he excitedly plunged home. With a lewd greedy delight, they saw
those firm lovely hips of hers begin to pump, undulate and writhe with a life of their
own and it seemed as if her hips were on ball bearings or steel springs as they
began moving. Eddie could ram it home in her now and stand still, Beth would do all
the fucking as her mind went hazy and only one thought dominated her mind: she
was in front of all these boys, naked, her legs spread wide, being fucked by a mere
child, and it was obscene as they watched her being fucked and she loved it!
Her mind wasn't clear now; her position was helpless and she loved it! Let them do
anything they wanted! She would give in and do anything they wanted! It felt so
good, his young virile penis in her. Her eyes were wild as she lifted her head again
and saw them all stripping naked and saw their youthful cocks in all sizes and
shapes and ad of them hard and erect! And they were all watching her get fucked
crazy by an even younger boy! It was lewd, it was wrong, and yet at the same time it
was so delicious! They were going to do it to her anyway. Why not enjoy it!
A feeling of strange power came over her. In her alcohol fogged mind and potdrenched
thinking, she found a strange power in being helpless and humiliated and
doing something obscene. She was making them all wild with lust! She had a
power over them! She ground her hips forward and squeezed Eddie's cock in her
cunt as they all watched and the fourteen year old yelled and his whole body
convulsed and she could feel his hot young cum spurting eagerly into her hungrily
milking cunt and it only intensified her desire. She had to get more!
She had to have more fucking! If only Bill had gone on and done it to her back in
New York that night, if only he hadn't passed out!
Then, Bill fled from her mind as the young half-child between her legs fell away with
a moan and the boys laughed and she realized they no longer had a hand over her
mouth. She was kissing the teenager named Mike now while he flicked his tongue in
her mouth as two other boys continued to suck on her breasts and she felt hands all
over her sperm moistured cunt and buttocks, probing and massaging her body and
driving her mad with desire. Her hot pointed tongue darted back in Mike's mouth and
Lonny was saying something and they were pulling away, shifting her, putting her
down on the soft rug of the camper floor on her knees.
She opened her eyes and saw herself kneeling naked in the middle of a circle of
boys and they were all naked and all she saw were muscular naked legs, some with
hair on them balls and cocks. Young eager pricks were all around her and they were
crowding closer.
Lonny was in front of her face, naked and spreading his legs and bending his knees
slightly, holding his cock with one hand in front of her face. She looked at it with halfclosed
eyes. It was bigger than the others and it was naked and right in front of her
face. It looked cruel and somehow threatening as Lonny slowly pulled the skin back
and the thickening mushroom head gradually emerged right in front of her eyes. The
camper was quiet now except for heavy, excited breathing and the boys were
crowding closer around her in bated anticipation of what was to come.
She found herself hemmed in by a wall of hot sensuous flesh and stiff swelling young
pricks. They pushed in all around her; she could feel strong thighs pressing against
her back and shoulders, she could feel the thick erect cocks pushing against her
flesh. It was getting hotter in the camper and it was hard for her to breath. In front of
her face, she saw the sheriff's son's prick loom large and she felt the end of it brush
her lips. She tried to pull her head back and found herself pushing against another
cock. Lonny swung his cock back and forth across her tightly sealed lips as the boys
giggled and pushed closer. Something was wet on her lips and she licked them with
the tip of her tongue. It was a drop of cum oozing excitedly out from the gland!
It tasted odd and yet good. Desire, like a red hot wire twisted deep in her groin and
Lonny was pushing his groin against her face, forcing her head back and hands were
reaching down and caressing her heatedly perspiring breasts and buttocks as she
knelt helplessly on the floor. Someone had her hands and were guiding them
upward and they were placed on Lonny's prick and she held it with the tips of her
fingers and felt its hardness and the way that it throbbed and felt lewd.
She closed her eyes, knowing what they wanted her to do; she had heard about it, it
was something that homosexuals and prostitutes, whores, did. Here she was, acting
like a whore! And the night before she had been perverted and depraved with
another woman! And in spite of her revulsion, she had loved it! She felt more
excited than ever before. She felt lewd and obscene and never dreamed that there
would be such a thrill in being so lascivious and abandoned! Her mind was whirling
and dizzy with the fact that, although she had never known it, she was a lewd and
sensuous person. She loved it! She squeezed the sheriff's son's penis in her hand
and heard him moan and felt the shudder of pleasure run through his body. What a
lewd, wonderfully exciting power she had!
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as all the boys moaned and whispered
hoarse encouragement to her and she felt her hot wet mouth close over Lonny's hot
thick hardness and she sucked on it and found she liked the heat and hardness of
his cock in her mouth. She loved the taste and the feeling that she was pleasing
them wildly. She felt Lonny's hands tangle in her hair and hold her head in place as
he fucked her in the mouth, his hips pumping lewdly with Beth letting go of his prick
and her hands running up and down his tense trembling thighs then stroking around
until she felt his tight masculine buttocks and she cupped the working cheeks and
helped him shove his cock deeper into her throat.
She was gagging on his cock but loving it. Boys were pulling at her hands and she
let them guide them, feeling her fingers closing around more pricks as Lonny slowly
sawed in and out of her mouth as the boys watched, fondling her breasts and cunt
and buttocks and she found herself squirming with delight as her hands stroked their
pulsating hardness and she felt one swell and he shot his hot, white cum all over her
shoulder where it was smeared down all over her breasts and stomach so that her
torso glistened in lewd boyish cum. Lonny was growing more excited, his hardened
young cock swelling even more in her mouth. The boys watched breathlessly as he
slowly pulled the tip from between her even white teeth and Beth's lips pucked out,
struggling to stay around the throbbing head as she sucked as hard as she could,
making hollows of her cheeks as her tongue swirled voraciously over the end. Then
Lonny would gradually sink the head back in, her greedily sucking lips slipping
noisiIy up the shaft as she sucked, her cheeks bloating outward from the pressure as
she fought to keep from gagging as it forced its way deep into the back of her throat.
She so hot now, she was past thinking. Behind her, Mike had spread her knees and
reached down from behind, his naked prick pressing against her back and he had
forced his hand between the crevice of her buttocks and was massaging her tight
puckered anus. Her desire was so great that she thrust out her ass lewdly,
spreading her thighs as wide as possible and Mike's hand was exploring lower and
his middle finger was teasing up inside her cunt, igniting a hot desire that made it
twitch and throb with the need to be filled.
Lonny, watching what was happening, began sinking to the floor and lying down on
his back with the school teacher hanging onto his cock with her tightly locked lips,
sucking with all her strength. She was on her knees now, her head bobbing wildly
up and down on the boys excitedly jerking cock and loving every moment of it.
Mike was kneeling behind her and she spread her legs and buttocks wide and felt
the delicious thrill of the young boy's hands on her nakedly quivering buttocks,
spreading them and his prick pushing against her omnivorously inflamed pussy. She
moaned with the sheriff's son's prick in her mouth and sucked harder, whirling her
tongue around the burgeoning head as she felt her legs being forced wider apart
behind her and Mike's cock sliding hotly up inside her open pussy, filling her tightly
and beginning to, with hard, buttock-flattening strokes, fuck wildly into her, causing
her whole body to convulse and her breasts to quiver like jelly in young teenage
hands that teased and fondled greedily. Then ... she felt herself suddenly cumming
in a lewd heat and the orgasm burst up inside of her stomach like a gas-explosion in
a deep well mine. Her body tensed and then convulsed crazily as she found herself
caught up in an insanely rising ecstasy, every nerve in her body tingling and vibrating
with pleasure as she felt the boy named Mike's cock slamming in and out of her cunt
from behind and Lonny was pumping his hips in front of her, shoving his ever
growing prick deeper and deeper into her hotly sucking mouth.
And her orgasm seemed to go on and on relentlessly as her eyes rolled crazily in her
head, her nakedly perspiring body still trapped and buffeted tightly between the two
boys as they fucked her unmercifully between her tightly locked lips and open pussy.
Lonny came first in her mouth, her eyes growing wild and wide, her cheeks bulging
grotesquely out as he pumped his white hot young cum deep in her desperately
gulping throat. She swallowed hard to keep from choking and strangely found
herself loving the boyishly virile taste and, more than that, more than any sense
could say, she loved the idea of being helplessly naked with a lust driven teenager
doing such an obscene thing as cumming in her mouth with all the other young boys
seeing how lewd and abandoned she could really be. She loved it now and they
knew it!
Mike, looking down over her shoulder and seeing his friend, Lonny, cum, began
fucking her all out from behind with an animal growl in his throat and Beth grunted
under each new blow, grinding her buttocks up lewdly to hungrily absorb the next
jarring jolt, each rapid downward thrust of his hardened young cock jerking her head
back and knocking Lonny's rapidly deflating penis out of her mouth until it slid free,
with the young teacher still desperately trying to suck it back. Then, it slipped a few
inches away, her lips only attached to it by a few thin rubbery strands of cum that
she eagerly licked inside while the boy behind her groaned loudly and pumped his
own cum deep up into her straining cunt and as Beth felt the warm wet thrill flooding
hotly into her, she was on the verge of still another orgasm.
Mike was being pulled off her still quivering buttocks by the other boys and they were
breathing intently. The odor of the camper smelled of alcohol, pot, and cum and all
their naked young bodies were sweating excitedly and all of them were silently
moving. They didn't have to hold the aroused teacher anymore or make her do
things. They were helping her to her feet but they didn't have to. Beth stumbled
onto the camper bunk and rolled over flat on her back, bending her knees lewdly and
spreading her legs and thrusting her pelvis up so that her cunt was spread and open,
its soft, hair-lined lips sperm covered and still throbbing hungrily, her firm white
breasts cupped in her hand with the nipples held up invitingly. If she was going to be
treated like a whore, she was going to act like one! She was going to use the
obscene power she had just found over the boys and make them fuck her blind
whether they wanted to or not!
She lay for a split second, looking down with passion-glazed eyes at her naked body
on the bunk. Her naked flesh was covered with a thin film of glistening perspiration
and her hips were grinding down into the cot then thrusting obscenely up and her
buttocks were tightly clenched and rolling under her and her cunt lips twisted and
undulated with an undisguised, obscene desire. Her stomach and breasts were
covered with thin white trickles of the boys' slippery cum and her hands slid over her
breasts as she cupped them and offered them provocatively to the teenagers
bending over her.
Then they were on her; hot naked young bodies on top of her and mauling her. A
boy was between her legs and still another thin strange penis, pushed between her
thighs then slid into her cunt and another was forcing its way into her mouth and she
sucked greedily, wildly on it as she undulated and writhed and felt her hands closing
over still more young pricks. She caressed them as her hips twitched and she
sucked voraciously with her mouth.
Somebody came in her cunt and she couldn't even see his face as he moaned and
jerked over her and she felt him slide off and still another young prick force her
vaginal lips wide and slip home. She felt herself helpless as she came again and her
body shook and trembled as virile teenage cocks fucked her in the mouth and cunt.
Oh God, it would go on all night, she hoped through her lust-deranged mind.
And it did. There were lulls when the boys slumped around the camper, naked,
smoking marijuana and drinking white lightning as they watched the naked young
teacher on the bunk, again sucking the fourteen-year-old Eddie's prick greedily. All
of them had fucked her at least once and her body was covered and glistened with
sweat and her hair was wet and she had cum over and over and still she was going!
Watching her kneel over the thin, naked form of the fourteen-year-old and suck hotly
with her hips pumping lewdly up and down behind her, Mike felt his penis growing
again and he got up with a moan.
Eddie let out a yell and his body stiffened and Beth stroked his hips lovingly as his
back arched and he shot virile young sperm in her mouth and she greedily
swallowed it.
Mike was about to lunge for Beth when Lonny stopped him. "How about both of us
at the same time?" he whispered in Mike's ear.
"Huh? How?"
Lonny cupped his hand and buzzed in Mike's ear and Beth saw a lewd smile spread
over his western boy face. Young boys could look so excitingly evil! She was
exhausted and her head was whirling from too much white lightning and pot, but she
didn't care. There was a fire in her and only young boys with their eager bodies could
put that flame out. She fell back on the cot, holding her arms up to the sheriff's son
as he advanced on her. "No, not that way," he said and Mike gave an arrogant little
laugh. "On your stomach."
Beth obeyed instantly, rolling over on her stomach and spreading her legs, grinding
her buttocks up lewdly. Lonny was kneeling behind her. Beth grit her teeth against
the thrill as his hands seized her soft yielding buttocks and spread the smooth
rounded cheeks wide apart. This was the position she liked best; it seemed the most
helpless and humiliating and obscene, exactly the way she felt at the moment.
She felt the head of the teenager's smooth rubbery cock pressing hotly against her
naked little anal mouth and she twitched and ground her hips up so that his prick
would be lower and could enter her still throbbing cunt.
But Lonny Lamont just pressed down harder, his nails digging into her buttocks and
hurting her as he pushed her down and spread the gently quivering cheeks even
further apart and insinuated the blunt end of his penis on her anus again.
"Fuck her ass," Eddie whispered, his prick waving erect again. They all crowded
around again, watching as Lonny got in position and bore down hard with the head
of his prick on her tiny puckered anus, spreading it wide with outward pressure from
his thumbs.
"Fuck her in the ass," another boy whispered.
"Yeah."
"Fuck her good, Lonny."
"Fuck her in the ass so we can see!" Mike said, crouching low.
Beth's body tensed. Her anal lips were being stretched wide and it hurt. "Oh God,
wait!" she panted. She tried to move and get up but hands seized her and she was
pinned back in her subservient kneeling position. "No, it hurts!" she groaned.
Lonny was straining forward with his cock, burying himself in her soft buttocks and
painfully spreading her anus even more. She tried to struggle, wiggling her hips but
only aiding the lustfully throbbing head to get a firmer position and she cried out in
pain. "No! I'll do anything, anything! Not this! ANYTHING!"
The boys were spreading her legs wide again and Lonny had his thumbs dug in,
spreading the soft yielding crevice of her ass cheeks as his cockhead slowly wormed
its way inside, stretching the tight, rubbery ring of her anus as she screamed wildly in
useless protest. One of the boys, an excited tenseness on his lips, pushed her face
down hard into the mattress to quiet her.
Behind, her hips and buttocks were held by other hands now as the sheriff's son
continued to slowly, inexorably force his way forward, making a face, his penis head
hurting because it was lodged so tight in her tightly clenched rectal lips. But he was
determined/to get it in. Then, with a sudden lewd-like popping sound, the tight
rubbery ringed entrance to her rectum gave way before his relentless pressure and
the head of his cock jerked forward, the entrance snapping shut like a steel trap
around the first two inches of his hardened pole of flesh.
Beth's body tensed and fought its way loose from the boy's grasps with a
superhuman strength as she felt a pain greater than any she had ever felt before.
She felt like she was going to pass out as she let out a long muffled cry down into
the shaking mattress and her face twisted as tears flooded her eyes. She could fight
all the boys off with her insane strength but she couldn't do anything about Lonny's
lust-hardened rod buried painfully up in her rectum, tearing her apart and giving her
so much pain she couldn't stop screaming down into the bunk.
Sadistically then, the boy grinned and started slowly pumping in and out. It hurt him
so much, it was so huge and pulsating in her rectum, but it gave him a sudden lewd
sense of male power. He was actually going to cum up inside this little rich-bitch's
asshole. He dug his fingers into her hips and forced her buttocks up until she was
half kneeling again and he could get a better position and he shoved his cock in
further, feeling the soft, sponge-like walls giving and parting before his boring
hardness, as Beth, beneath him, jerked and winced and tried to scream. This was
too much! If he sunk it much deeper in her, she felt she would faint with the pain!
Then, as if sensing her tortured thoughts, he began pumping his hips again, feeling
the blunt, arrow-like head spear deeper in her as her body tensed until it felt like a
tightly wound coil. Each time he pulled back prior to another stroke, the tender
sensitive skin lining her rectum clung to the shaft of his prick like it was rubber glue
and stretched out with its withdrawal, the rubbery ring of her anal entrance closing so
tight that the smooth rimmed head couldn't escape. Each cruel downward thrust
pushed his cock a little deeper into her rectum and rolled the sensitized skin of her
back passage back in, only to roll it licentiously out again on the out stroke.
Beth's mind snapped at that moment, and with a sudden sense of helplessness and
futility, she began to relax as she felt a strange masochistic pleasure, like warm oil
pouring over her body. It was a keen lewd thrill that began deep down in her now
forever stretched rectum and spread all the way through her cock impaled body and
mingled with the pain like smoke from campfires until one became inextinguishable
from the other and it all felt so good! And, then, moments later, with an unholy
shudder, it became even more obscene to her because young teenage boys were
watching her enjoy the degradation of her lewd sodomy as she pumped her hips in
rhythm to the sheriff's son's brutal thrusts. A loose lewd smile split her face and she
moaned in delight and screwed her buttocks up even higher as Lonny fucked her so
painfully, joyfully, deep in her now eagerly accepting rectal passage.
This was the ultimate humiliation! There wasn't anything lower than this and she
was doing it voluntarily now in front of mere school boys!
In her drug-fogged mind, lewd ideas whirled in her head and she thought that having
people watch her was as exciting as the actual thing. She could see cocks swelling
again all around the camper as she fucked back greedily, her pain as searing as the
pleasure and she relaxed, ready to have his driving young cock and her passion tear
her apart, blast her mind with such a white hot heat so that she would be lust-crazed
from then on and good only for wild, masochistic sex. And always with other
people's appreciatively bulging eyes watching her degradation!
"Yes!" she said, panting, rotating her ass.
"She loves it!" Mike yelled.
"YES!"
"Want some more, baby?" someone whispered.
"Yes! Yes, fuck me, do everything to me!" her hips were thrashing hard and fast as
Lonny grabbed them, held them still then sunk his hardened young cock into her
tight inflamed anus all the way up to the hilt. Then he started rolling to one side,
trying to pull her over with him. The boys were seizing her again and trying to turn
her over. Beth, her eyes fluttering with passion and her mouth open, heaving a low
moan, knew what they wanted and rolled over on top of the boy, feeling his strong
body under her, his hands reaching and squeezing her breasts.
Her eyes; closed, her mouth open, Beth spread her legs obscenely open, feeling her
whole vaginal plane jutting up at the gaping eyes. She bent her knees and Mike
looked down and saw her legs widespread, her cunt lips open writhing, and inviting.
She undulated her hips and all the boys saw the thick flesh of Lonny's cock splitting
her buttocks and stretching her anus and rectum to the utmost. Her face winced with
the pain yet she smiled lewdly, teasingly.
Mike kneeled between her obscenely splayed legs and put the head of his cock on
her cunt and rubbed it up and down the glistening slit that trembled and squirmed
beneath it. Beth moved her hips, feeling Lonny's prick tight and bulging in her
rectum and held her arms pleadingly out to Mike.
He was on top of her with a roar and Beth moaned as she felt his prick plunge into
her cunt with a quick wet sluicing sound. She seemed devoid of breath as she felt
the two boys begin fucking her simultaneously, felt their pricks sawing back and forth
in different rhythms and only separated by the paper thin wall of separating her
vagina and rectum. Beth writhed and bucked, her body coiling and her hips pumping
as much as they were allowed: and she thought that she would never settle again for
anything less than two males fucking; her at the same time! Boys! It had to be
young boys who were so hot and eager and she could make them cum up inside her
again and again.
The boys crowded close around the bunk now, their rock-hard cocks in their hands
as they watched Mike and Lonny really begin to fuck her. They had her pinned in
place, sandwiched tightly between them, and she was moaning and groaning with
unleashed animal passion as they fucked her savagely. They watched her cum,
watched her eyes roll white in her head and her mouth open to let out a long low
animal yell of sensual pleasure. She was cumming again and again, as she was
jerked and bucked and battered about on the crazily squeaking bunk, fucked with a
sweet blind fury! She was helpless and knew it and felt she was going out of her
mind with pleasure. It was too intense and sweet to endure as her body shook in
one insane sexual spasm after another.
A boy, standing by her head, looked down at her fluttering sightless eyes and seized
her head in his hands and turned it toward him, rubbing her glistening wet lips with
the head of his cock. Beth freed a hand and squeezed the young virile penis
lovingly, stroking it back and forth before beginning to suck it. The boy began to
pump his hips lasciviously, fucking her in the mouth with Beth's lips tight, locked like
a rubber band around the excitedly Jerking head.
Then, with a wild grunt of pleasure, Lonny came in her rectum and she felt the hot
sticky sperm shooting into her, filling her up and seeping out. His prick slid in and
out easily now, lubricated by his own cum. Mike roared and shot into her cunt,
gripping her hard before emptying his balls in her and rolling off with a deep, satiated
groan. Lonny was pushing her up off of him with feeble efforts and some of the boys
were helping him. She slid to the floor, to her knees, still sucking the other boy's
suddenly wildly spurting young cock.
The rest of them wild with pot, booze and desire after the obscene spectacle they
had just seen were on her with a brutal passion, showing the kind of indifference and
cruelty that only young boys can. They buried her under their bodies and fucked her
everywhere with a vicious abandon. Nothing was taboo, and, as the night wore on,
each of them took a turn in demanding that she do something to them and she
obeyed them all with a lusty shudder, feeling a lewd excitement in abandoning all her
former ways and acting like the lowest of whores. She sucked their virile young
cocks dry and let them cum in her mouth; she was fucked in every conceivable way,
and, finally, all of them exhausted, the ravished young teacher lying naked on the
bunk and the camper heavy with the odor of pot, alcohol, sweat, and sex, she could
do no more. She was drained of all energy and could barely keep her eyes open.
All eight of the boys had had enough; they slumped around the camper in various
stages of exhaustion and sleepiness. Lonny slowly got dressed, yawning and
stretching as he shuffled around the camper, finding his clothes. "We'd better split.
What time is it? Anybody got the time?"
"It's near four o'clock."
"Jesus, will my old man give me hell!"
"Yeah, me too."
Lonny waved all objections aside. "We went camping. Just stick to that story." He
paused by the cot and looked down at Beth. Despite all the debauchery and
exhaustion, she still looked tempting. It was the kind of body made for fucking. Beth
stared up at him with noncommittal eyes.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Lonny asked with a cruel, knowing smile. "Answer me!"
"Yes," she answered in a lifeless voice.
"And you'll do it again for us, won't you? Let us all gang fuck you anytime we want
to?"
"Yes, you can all fuck me together whenever you want to."
Lonny grabbed her cum and sweat-soaked hair in his hands and lifted her head.
"And next time, you're going to get Wilma Gans to come along and you and Wilma
will put on a show for us. Right?"
"Yes." Again, her voice was flat and unemotional.
Lonny let go of her hair and patted her shoulder.
"You're just agreeing with me now. After a time, you'll want to." He leaned closer.
"I'm just a kid, but I've seen women like you get hot-pants before. My Dad had to
bust some. You're hooked. You don't like what you do but you love it. That make
sense? You'll see."
And suddenly, they were gone, leaving the camper door open and the cool night air
rushing into the camper. Beth was too exhausted to try and close the door. It was
all she could do to crawl under the blanket on the cot and fall into an exhausted,
welcome sleep.
Chapter 6
Sheriff Lucas Lamont was restless and it bothered him when he was that way,
because he knew something was going on in his county and he couldn't put his
finger on it. His day of rounds done and all of it uneventful, he went back to the jail,
freed the two prisoners he had with stern warnings about getting drunk and starting
fights, then retired to the house behind the jail to cook himself a lonely dinner and
wonder where his teenage son was.
A note on the kitchen table told him Lonny was going camping with friends. Which
didn't really tell him anything. Lonny was full of more angles than a geometry book
and Lucas cooked a spare dinner and took it into the living room and turned on the
TV. He ate his dinner and thought about Lonny and wondered if he did the right
thing by the boy. Had he been a good father? After Lillian died so unexpectedIy, he
hadn't given a damn about anything. And when he did, when he could care, he had
thrown himself into his work with an obsessive passion. He was the best damn
sheriff in the southwest.
He became very good at his job and gave Lonny a lot of freedom. Perhaps too
much, he didn't know. The kid reminded him of himself when he was young and
wild. Because of Lonny, he became more tolerant of people and ran his county with
a minimum of trouble and most everybody respected his sense of fairplay.
If he could, he kept things out of the courts, settling them on the spot and saving the
taxpayers money.
And he still was jittery and something was bothering him. In a vague way, it had to
do with Judd Gans. He chuckled at the thought of old Judd being swept down the
drainage ditch like a long down a chute. He would have given a month's salary to
have seen it. Whoever did it was a fast thinker and knew the land. You just don't
happen on a thing like that and then think of it. No, it was almost a trap and whoever
it was had all the angles figured.
Lucas stopped munching on his meal and stared at the TV only he wasn't really
looking.
Angles. And the break-in at the Gans' house. And that girl with the spooked look.
Beth Carruthers. And Wilma and all those footprints. He tossed his fork down and
got up, cocking his wrist to get the time. It was after eight. His deputy would handle
things and it seemed like it was going to be a quiet night and he was bothered and
thought a drive in his private car might relax him.
Angles. More angles than ... He drove leisurely, going past the camp on the
highway at a moderate speed. Lights were still on in the camp except for the
admissions office. Tina and Jake Barnes were probably going at it again. Jake and
Tina didn't talk during the daytime, didn't seem to know each other very well, but, at
night --- Lucas grinned. That was another story.
The Gans' house was well lighted up and Lucas figured Judd was sitting up there
with his shotgun in his lap, waiting for someone to come along. The Gans' house
would be a good place to stay away from at night for awhile. Judd was going to take
it out on somebody.
The camp seemed peaceful and quiet, just the way it should be and Lucas was two
miles down the highway before he smacked himself on the forehead with the heal of
his hand. No it wasn't! Something was wrong!
He swerved on the highway and headed back at high speed, only slowly when he
got to the camp, pulling off the highway and crunching slowly over the cinders. The
camper, that Carruthers girl's camper was gone! He sat munching on his lower lip,
thinking. Nothing illegal about moving your camper. Still ... His private car had a
radio system and he switched it on to the county answering service. The mike held
to his lips, he switched it on and said, "Hi, Doris. This is Lucas. Call the admissions
office at the Gans' camp and tell Tina I'm coming over to see her on county
business."
He switched the radio and car lights off and sat waiting as he heard the phone ring
seven long times in the admissions office before a light went on and the shadow of
Tina could be seen answering the phone. He grinned, waited a suitable length of
time then got out of the car, slamming the door and walking clumping up the steps to
the office, coughing loudly.
Tina met him at the door, her hair wild and a robe around her body. "What the hell
do you want this time o' night, Lucas?"
He tipped his Stetson courtly. "Evening, Tina. Sorry to get you out of bed," he said
with a grin.
Tina slouched against the doorjamb, blocking his entrance. Begrudgingly, she
smiled at him. "Go to hell, gringo. You're enjoying it. Whatsamatter? Somebody
speeding?"
Lucas grinned. "This'll only take a minute. I see Miss Carruthers' camper is gone."
Tina shrugged. "Big deal."
"Where was she last night when Judd was chasing around in the dark?"
"Dio!" Tina's dark eyes flashed as she gestured with a Latin flourish. "I'm supposed
to know? You wanna know what goes on here's make me a deputy or something,
then I tell you!"
"You didn't see her at all?"
"No, not at all. Not until the next morning when she teach the babies, the children.
Why?" Tina was interested. Lucas could see that she was thinking back. In all the
excitement, she had seen everyone but her.
Lucas examined a fingernail and asked casually, "You don't know where she is
now?"
"No. Why? Hey, gringo, I got better things to do than fink for you. What she done,
huh?" Tina's Latin was up again.
"Nothing, not a thing. She's just green that's all and I'm a little worried about her."
Even before she spoke, Lucas knew she was lying. It was a knack he had picked up
over the years. People in trouble were almost certain to lie to a sheriff. Human
nature being what it was, people lied to law enforcement men even when they
weren't involved directly. No one liked to inform and Lucas personally hated
informers. "She left. She drove off around seven." Tina didn't look him in the eye.
"Oh? Did she say where she was going?"
"No. I didn't talk to her."
"Was she alone?"
"I theeenk," Tina said, drawing out the word as she looked away, "I theeenk maybe
somebody was with her?"
"A man or a woman?"
"I dunno," Tina answered with a shrug of the shoulders. "Theeenk maybe I ask
everybody his business, huh?"
Lucas grinned. "No, of course not." Hell, he knew Tina asked everybody everything
she could find out. Tina had told him enough, he wouldn't learn anything more from
her. He tipped his hat. "My apologies to Jake. Remind him that he'd better get
plates for his truck or I'm going to write him up."
Tina grinned wickedly and flicked a hip at him. "Tell him yourself on your own time,
sheriff big man."
The door was slammed and the lights snapped off and Lucas walked away grinning.
Tina was all right and maybe he ought to pay a little more attention to her. It had
been a long time since he had a woman.
But the Carruthers girl was on his mind. He looked up at the brightly lit Gans' house
and shook his head. It was the way that girl threw her body around and acted so
haughty; like she was asking for it.
He drove around, checking the bars and pool halls and the one whorehouse in his
county. All was quiet, In a diner, he had a cup of coffee with his deputy and found
everything peaceful. Too peaceful. A check of the drive-in movie near the county
line told him there wasn't more than a token representation of the kids-there. A few
casual calls to parents told him all the boys were away on a camping trip. No one
knew where.
Lucas sat in his car for a few thoughtful minutes before sighing and deciding that he
wouldn't get any sleep that night. Although he didn't really have anything to go on,
he was restless and every time he had felt that strange uneasy restlessness in the
past, something had been very wrong. The Carruthers girl had left with a passenger
and Tina knew very well who it was. But she had lied. Why? And the Gans'
burglary attempt. The ditch. The Carruthers gal the next day. Since she had been
on the scene, things were mighty furtive.
He headed out on the highway and up into the hills toward the hippy commune. It
was a long trip over bad mountain roads, but, he wouldn't sleep anyway and
something was going on that he felt was his business. If anything was happening up
at that damn commune, he would run the whole lot of them out, pronto.
* * *
Beth Carruthers woke by painful degrees. She opened her eyes to see sunlight
streaming through the open door of the camper and she moaned and turned her
head away and went back to sleep. It was late afternoon before she woke fully and
managed to haul herself into a seated position. Her whole body ached. It had been
ravaged and pillaged through and through.
The events of the night before came back like a nightmare and Beth put her hands to
her face and tried to cry. But she couldn't there were no more tears left. Absently,
listlessly, she gazed around the camper and found it a mess. She pulled herself
painfully off the cot and tried to stand. She was shaking with pain and exhaustion.
She was hungry yet couldn't eat. Slowly, painfully, she put on clean clothing and
cleaned the camper on her hands and knees. She drew back the curtains, flooding
the camper with sunlight and fresh air. She looked out and saw that she was high in
the mountains. Ironically, it was such a lovely day and she found herself close to
tears. Her life was destroyed and it was a nice day. She laughed and her laugh was
close to hysterical.
The sun told her it was late afternoon and she had to get out of the mountains before
dark. She couldn't stand another night there. She hunted in the bushes outside the
window where Lonny had thrown the keys, scratching her hands and face. She
began to cry, tears blurring her vision as she groped around for them. The least they
could have done after taking her so brutally, was find her keys. Her fingers closed
over them and she heaved a sigh of relief and wiped her eyes.
Weak, aching, her mind a turmoil of doubt and near insanity, Beth managed
somehow to back the camper down the road until she found a place where she could
turn around. Looking down at the highway far below, she saw that it was an easy
thing to get to in the daytime and she coasted down in low gear, reaching the
highway near sundown and stopping, wondering which way to go.
To her right was the way to the Gans' camp. To her left ... she didn't know or care.
It was away from the Gans' camp and Wilma and Lonny. She spun the wheel left
and took off, gunning the camper, driving hard and recklessly until she was well out
of the county and it was late and she couldn't keep her eyes open and she nodded
over the wheel and missed a curve and plowed into a cornfield where she was
thrown from the camper and lay still.
Lucas got back from the hippy commune after dawn. Nothing was wrong up there
that he could see. The hippies had given him a good breakfast and he was satisfied
with their stories and drove home to find Lonny in his room, sound asleep. He
grunted. Strange a boy should go camping then come home so early and go to
sleep. Also, driving past the Gans' camp, he had seen nothing of the Carruthers
gal's camper.
He drank some black coffee then went out to his patrol car, notifying his deputy and
the answering service and deciding to make a check on the camper. He didn't have
to. Ken Stillwood, his old friend and neighboring county sheriff had put her plates on
call. Lucas checked with the answering service and soon had Ken on the radio.
A routine crackup. Fell asleep at the wheel and missed a turn. The camper was in
good shape and the girl had only minor injuries and was in the hospital. "But," Ken's
voice crackled through the radio, "otherwise, that gal is in bad shape."
Lucas dipped mike on. "I thought you said her injuries were minor?"
"I did!" Ken was a testy old guy, near retirement. "I meant that something has been
going on with that gal. She's been up to something."
"Uh huh. How long is she going to be in that hospital?"
"It's going to be a couple of days before she's able to get up."
"Roger. Keep an eye on her, will ya? And let me know if she moves out."
"Why?" Ken asked, gruff and irritable. "What's she done?"
"Nothing, nothing that I know of."
There was a growl before Ken's voice said, "Seems to me to be a nice kid halfscared
to death. There's a look in her eyes."
"Just keep an eye on her for me, Ken. Be much obliged."
"Right. See ya."
Lucas pulled out on patrol, shaking his head. It didn't make any sense and
something went on he didn't know about.
He shrugged. Whatever it was, it was history now. He drove on patrol, trying to
forget about the whole thing. It was all history now and he was pretty sure that
Carruthers gal would keep going when she got out of the hospital. Western life
being what it was, some people weren't fit for it.
He was fairly sure he would never see Beth Carruthers again. He decided to stop by
at the camp and have a cup of coffee with Tina, the Latin-bombshell, and explain
why he bothered her the night before.
Outside the admissions office was a rented car. He got out, automatically
memorizing the license plate. Rented cars were seldom seen in this part of the
country. He ambled into the admissions office with his Stetson cocked low over his
eyes and saw a young man talking with Tina. The man was a stranger and dressed
in an eastern business suit. "Lucas!" Tina said, "Lucas theese is ..."
She didn't have time to finish. The young man stepped toward him holding out his
hand. "My name is Bill Travers. I'm engaged to Beth Carruthers who is a teacher
and I'm looking for her. I understand she was here yesterday."
Chapter 7
It was by degrees that Beth came around. She was in the hospital for nearly a week.
Bill was by her side constantly. He called back east and told them he had to stay,
that his fiancee was seriously ill after an accident and he had to stay with her.
She seemed to be in a kind of shock or coma. She was awake, her eyes were open
and they moved, watching Bill or the nurse or doctor, but she said nothing and only
shook her head and turned away when food was offered.
The hospital gave her every test, x-raying her from the top of her head to the tip of
her toes. Particularly her head, for the doctor feared she might have incurred some
brain damage in the crash. Bill was with her every hour allowed and tried to
anticipate every wish. He got her camper, saw the damage was minimal and drove it
around to the hospital and parked it where she could see it when he wheeled her to
the window. He thought she would be glad to see it wasn't wrecked, that the sight of
the camper might snap her out of her zombie-like state.
It did, but not in the way he expected or anticipated. Her body had stiffened when he
wheeled her to the window and pointed, saying, "Look, Beth, it's in fine shape.
Barely a scratch on her." Slowly, as if she were moving underwater, Beth's hands
went to her face and she hid her eyes and cried. She sobbed hysterically and he
called the nurse who called the doctor who gave her a massive tranquilizer and she
again dropped off into a restless stupor.
Bill sat with her the rest of that evening and far into the night as Beth slept and
mumbled incoherently. He sat by her bed until the early morning hours until the
nurse insisted he go back to the motel and get some sleep, "Else we have another
patient on our hands."
Bill went home to the motel and left an early call, forcing himself awake at seven
thirty in the morning and phoned the hospital. The news was unbelievable. Beth
was awake and cheerful and talking and eating!
Eight minutes later Bill was charging through the hospital, six of those eight minutes
having been used up driving there. He burst into Beth's room and saw her sitting up
in bed, sipping tea, with color in her face and a smile on her lips. He embraced her
and she threw her arms around him and pressed her body up against him. Their
mouths met and she shot her tongue into his mouth and ground her body into him.
Bill could feel that she was naked underneath the hospital gown and that it was open
at the back, revealing the tight, rounded cheeks of her buttocks as he held her and
pulled away from her kiss and looked over her shoulder.
He backed off from the embrace with Beth trying to cling to him. "Well," he said,
somewhat shaken and out of breath, "you're so much better."
"Yes," she answered.
Bill tried to hide his bewilderment. He put on his best smile to hide behind, It looked
like Beth, it even sounded like Beth. But, it wasn't. Those were the eyes of a
stranger looking at him in such a ... brazen way. And her embrace and kiss. Bill was
grateful for her ardor; it had been a while since they had seen each other and she
did have an accident and some kind of aftershock, but he hardly expected she would
greet him so passionately, so ... sexually. Even now she was looking at him with a
teasing smile as her torso curled sensuously on the bed and the hospital apron was
hanging loose from one shoulder and one long lovely thigh was uncovered and
stretched out.
Her hand slowly stroked the thigh and her eyes were half closed as she smiled and
said, "It's good to see you again, Bill."
"It's great to see you feeling better," Bill said, trying to keep his smile. Was he wrong
or was she making a play for him? Had the doctor given her something that would
make her act this way? Was she still in some kind of shock.
Her hand slid slowly up and down her thigh and Bill found himself staring at it. She
wiggled one finger, saying, "Lock the door."
The words, "Lock the door," had such a chilling effect on Bill. It was her voice, her
pitch and tone, yet it wasn't. Those words, "Lock the door," fairly dripped with
lewdness, suggesting a lot to him. He kept his smile as he said, "Why?"
Beth slid down on the hospital bed, her breasts launching high and the nipples
stabbing through the plain-white cotton. The hospital gown slid up to her hips as she
lay down on the bed and Bill saw the delicious curve of one buttock as she looked at
him with an intensity that made him uneasy. "I don't want anyone disturbing us."
He didn't really know why he did it, but he went to the door and locked it. Perhaps
he did it out of propriety. What if one of the nurses should come in and see her lying
like that? Lying there so provocative and tempting? He turned from the door and
swallowed hard. Beth was lying spread-eagle on the bed, her shoulders free from
the gown and it half covered her breasts. He stood looking at her breasts with the
gown barely covering her nipples. The voluptuous swellings of her breasts like two
mounds of honey, made him lick his lips.
Her long legs that tapered beautifully and curving all the way down to her toes. More
than her thighs were exposed. One whole side; her hip, her waist all the way up to
her globular breast was exposed to him with just a corner of the hospital gown flung
over her upraised pubic mound. Standing by the door, he could see dark curling little
pubic hairs peeking out from under the gown.
And she began to grind and pump her hips in a lewd way, looking at him with a
smoldering look. She gyrated and pumped her hips as if she were trying to work that
corner of cloth off her crotch without using her hands. "Come here," she whispered.
"Beth," he said, coming toward her, "are you sure you're okay? Do you have a
fever?"
"Fever?" she murmured. She looked at him for a minute with her eyes widening
before she laughed and said, "Do I have a fever? Oh, if you only knew!"
"Beth, this isn't like you'
"Yes it is!" she said vehemently, stiffening in the bed. "This is what I'm really like.
Bill, do you really love me?"
"Well, sure, of course I do. I didn't come out here for the scenery." Something was
very wrong. She talked faster than she ever did before, spitting the words out and
there was a strange harsh tone to her laugh.
"Then get in bed with me!" she said, whipping the gown away and lying there naked,
brazen, her legs spread and her cunt with its ragged vaginal lips spread invitingly.
He couldn't help himself, he stepped back. "Beth, what on earth has happened to
you?"
She caught his worried tone and a contemptuous look came on her face. "Plenty!
How long have I been gone?"
Her tone demanded he answer. "A little over three weeks from the time you left New
York City."
"Wrong!" She laughed at him. "I've been gone three years or thirty years." She
looked at him with wide eyes. "You don't know what I'm talking about, do you? I've
been gone a long, long time. I'm not the same person I was then. Come to bed with
me!" she said, holding out her arms.
Bill looked dubious, rubbing his jaw, trying not to look at her writhing naked form on
the bed. She was so beautiful and tempting and he thought, for a second, of taking
her up and crawling into bed with her.
He walked to the bed, looking down at the floor, not looking at her. Her hands were
out, caressing his thighs and a lewd chuckle was heard in her throat. Her hands
were stroking his thigh, drawing closer and closer to his groin and he felt his cock
growing hard in his pants. He wanted her badly. His hand reached out and picked
up the telephone. "Desk? Hello? I want the nurse on duty."
"What are you doing?" Beth asked, her eyes narrowing, sitting up.
Bill put his hand over the phone. "You're ill, Beth, something is wrong."
"Wrong? Wrong?" she asked, her voice rising, "I'll tell you what's wrong! You're
wrong! You are so wrong! You are a wrong one! I hate you!"
Bill was stunned by the force and fury of her words and intentions. Never had he
dreamed Beth could or would act in such a way as she was now. He had to struggle
with her, restraining her from attacking him; only now it wasn't sex, it was hate and
she wanted to hurt him. He had a rough time restraining her and getting her under
the covers and unlocking the door so that the nurse could help too. A doctor was
finally summoned and she was given another injection of a heavy tranquilizer.
Outside her room, in the hall, he was consoled by the doctor who was an older man,
near sixty and ready to retire. His tanned and lined face had seen all kinds of
heartbreak and disaster and he put his arm around Bill and tried to ease his burden.
"Look, she'll sleep the rest of the day and there's no sense in you hanging around
and brooding. No sense at all. Get out, eat a good meal and take a drive out in the
desert. Do something. That girl of yours had a shock, a big shock, see? And she
hasn't come out of it yet, not by a wide margin. Time, gotta give her time."
"But it's just not like Beth."
"I know. I believe you. You believe in time. She'll tell us what's bothering her when
she's good and ready. Trust me."
The doctor watched Bill walk dejectedly down the corridor and out of sight. He
shook his head. If he had the courage, he'd tell that young man to get in his car and
drive as far away from Beth Carruthers as possible and for get about her. He, the
doctor, had given Beth a thorough physical examination when she was brought into
the hospital. Putting things together, he got a pretty graphic picture of what had
caused Beth to crack up. Experience told him to keep his thoughts to himself until
Beth herself said something.
She never did, so why should he? How do you tell someone like Bill that the girl he
wants to marry has been involved in some kind of no-holds-barred orgy? He grunted
and went about his duties. The answer was obvious: you don't. You keep your
mouth shut and do your job and wait out the few years left until you could get up in
the mountains were things made sense and the air was clean and the fish rising to
the bait.
The day passed without incident. Bill was having dinner in a restaurant that night
prior to going to the hospital when he got a phone call. It was from the doctor.
Although none of them knew it about the other, Bill, Wilma Gans, Lonny Lamont, and
Sheriff Lucas Lamont all got phone calls at the approximate same time. Bill's call
was from the doctor. "Is Beth with you?"
"What!" Bill swallowed. "She's at the hospital!"
"No she isn't. The nurse, making her rounds, found her bed empty. I was kind of
hoping she might be looking for you."
"Oh, God!"
"Don't panic. Near as we can tell, she couldn't be gone over two hours. Have any
idea where she would go?"
"The camper! Is there a black and white Econoline camper parked in the lot?"
"Wait!" The phone was rattled down and Bill could hear footsteps fading from the
phone then coming back. "Hello? No, there's no camper there."
"Then she's got it. The keys were under the floor mat. She's got the camper and
God where she's going."
There was a pause before the doctor, in a calm voice, said, "Unless you've got a
very good idea where she is, I've got to notify the police."
Thus it was that the authorities were notified to be on the lookout for Beth Carruthers
and Sheriff Lucas Lamont saw the teletype and grunted. Wilma got a call from Beth
and left home, driving Judd's pickup. Judd was again out in the fields for the night.
Sheriff Lucas got Beth's call, Lonny himself, not recognizing her voice. He turned the
call over to Lonny without a thought and paid little attention to it.
And thus it was that so many people turned their time and attention to the task of
getting together with Beth Carruthers. And thus it was that Lonny rode with Beth up
to the hippy commune while Wilma traveled in Judd's pickup while Lucas and his
deputy patrolled the highway and side roads in search of Beth's camper while Bill
drove the highway for fifty miles in one direction before turning around and driving all
the way back. Always looking, looking.
The commune was far back in the mountains, high up, a hard grinding climb by car
and the sun was just settling over the mountains, casting long shadows over the
hippy commune as they pulled into it. It had been a long hard drive and Beth was
tired and-hot. She wiped her face and looked about her. There were several leanto's
and tree huts and, set off by itself, one big lodge-type house, built out of roughhewn
timber and spare parts.
Beth was appalled by the dirt and carelessness of the place. She looked
questioningly at Lonny, her elegant aristocratic profile covered with a slight film of
perspiration. Lonny nodded. "It's okay, it's cool." That cold grin came on his face as
he got out of the camper. "Just wait here until I give you the word."
He closed the door and strolled casually down to meet the three men coming to meet
Lonny. They looked ludicrous and hairy to Beth, dressed in bizarre pants and vests,
wearing little if anything else. A sleazy thrill ran through her body, making her think
thoughts that were impolite to say the least. They were downright obscene. Her
cool well-bred beauty broke into a lewd smile as she saw the men stop and look at
her with one of them breaking into a big grin and waving his hat.
Then they all turned and looked at her sitting in the bus and she felt her face flush as
she brazenly returned their gaze. They all talked, seeming to argue, never taking
their gaze from her face and figure in the camper window.
Lonny finally raised his hands in protest and pointed at the camper. He walked over
and got in, closing the door. He looked at Beth for a moment before smiling and
saying, "You aren't going to believe this."
"What?" Beth asked, watching the hippies talking among themselves while they
looked at her and laughed and nudged one another.
"I told them what I wanted to do and they went me one better. They want a good
look-see before they commit themselves any more, but, right now, I can get a whole
kilo of grass if you just get out of the cab and let them see what kind of body you
got."
"You did it. You sold me?" Beth asked, her face a blank, her eyes wet and melting.
Lonny looked at her and nodded. "Yeah. They like group-sex and all that crap. I
told them about you and got the price up to a kilo. A kilo is a lot of grass, Beth."
Beth nodded. Without changing her express sign, she stepped out of the cab,
dressed as Lonny had told her to be: cowgirl boats, bikini panties and a blouse. Only
that and nothing more. Lonny had ordered her to pull the panties up tight into the
crevice between her buttocks so that her full rounded ass cheeks showed.
She stepped from the cabin and put her hands on her hips and slowly turned around.
She fought back the urge to slowly strip naked, to stand naked before them and feel
the wild erotic thrill slave girls must have felt in ancient Rome when their bodies were
exhibited and bought by the highest bidder.
Here she was, daunting her body, jutting her lovely hips provocatively while the three
hippies all grinned and laughed. "Far out!" one of the called to her.
"Get in," Lonny called. Beth did as he commanded and sat next to him, silent,
looking ahead. "I just want to see the grass before anything starts." He got out of
the cab and walked back to the hippies. Beth sat, thinking: I don't have to do this. I
didn't have to come here. I'm doing this because I let Lonny dominate me.
A thrill ran through her body. It was true. Bill, Bill had done it. If only Bill had
understood, had been able to help her. Now, nothing could help her. She had to
sink down into her own personal hell; she had to experience every humiliation and
degradation and every depraved thrill before she could ever feel anything else. She
had to answer the driving urges in her own body. She had to make Bill sorry he had
ever denied her body. The body, the flesh, was all that mattered; desire was
everything.
And it was being done. Lonny was being handed what looked like a brick wrapped in
cellophane, and she was trading her body for an evening, for a kilo of marijuana;
rather, Lonny was doing the trading and benefiting and Beth was feeling the
masochistic excitement and thrill.
They all came back to the camper with Lonny going to the back to lock the grass up
and then three hippies crowding around Beth, looking at her in the cab, their faces
bearded and their hair long. One looked at her brazenly and said, "Far out. You're
really going to take us all on at once?"
Beth nodded and the men laughed. "Man, it's her trip," another said.
They invited her out of the cab and she stepped down, her face almost blank, really
composed.
Almost by signal, hippies, men and women, mostly men, appeared from everywhere
and crowded around Beth and the three hippies made their way toward the lodgetype
house. After locking the camper; Lonny followed them along, grinning cynically.
It was best he didn't tell Beth what he had sold her for. He snorted. Hell, they had
enough girls who would do anything a man wanted; anything at all except for one
thing. And it had been for that one thing that Lonny had sold Beth. One kilo of their
best grass for one performance between Beth and a German Shepherd they called
Orion. Lonny smirked. The hot little bitch would do it once she got started and it
would be something to see.
In the lodge, they were all smoking grass and giving it to Beth while she looked at
their faces and wondered what all they would do to her. Already her cunt was
tingling and wet with desire as she speculated on what they might ask her to do.
She accepted the offered marijuana "joints" eagerly, sucking in the sweet heavy
smoke that clouded her mind and made time seem to stand still. She looked around
leer, thinking how incongruous she must look. Surrounded as she was by hippies in
wild attire while she herself looked like a visiting debutante.
Rock music blared from speakers hung around the big room and you had to shout at
someone in order to be heard and they were shouting at Beth as they made a circle
around her. She was standing next to an old chaise lounge they had gotten at some
junk store or Salvation Army store. A great dog, led on a lease, strained between
the hippies who laughed and stood aside as he came straining on his rope halter, his
massive neck muscles bulging. He was the biggest German Shepherd police dog
Beth had ever seen. With his head lowered, he came forward and stuck his wet
nose hard up between her legs, sniffing and nuzzling hard, burrowing in against the
flimsy material of her panties.
Beth jumped and tried to push the massive head away as she backed against the
couch. The two hippies holding hard on the leash and only gradually inching the
beast back. Orion was his name. The head hippy, a great shaggy man known as
"Scorpio," gave the great dog his name and was the only one who could command
him. Now he was yelling at the dog above the sound of the music and grinning at
Beth. He made motions that she should take her clothes off and lie down on the
chaise lounge.
Beth did as she was bid. It was what she wanted, after all. She wondered if strip
teasers felt the way she did, wanton and excited? She wondered if they got the lewd
thrill she did when they exhibited their bodies naked and inviting before strange
men? Forbidden fruit, the element of chance, the flirting with the unknown, the
sexual excitement rising to a fever-pitch where Beth could do anything asked of her
and throb with passion and the desire to degrade herself before other people.
Especially young boys!
She took her blouse off slowly, exposing her shoulders one at a time, grinning at the
hippies who looked back at her with such glazed, dazed eyes. They crowded closer
around her and the dog bared its teeth in a growl and strained on the leash. Despite
her drug induced euphoria, despite her marijuana "high", Beth was frightened of the
dog and tried to dismiss a growing fear: hippies were strange people and were
capable of doing strange things.
She turned her drug-drenched attention back to her body, leaving her fears half
thought, feeling the excitement and thrill pulsating up between her thighs as she
dropped the front of her blouse and exposed her breasts. She looked proudly at
their amazed and greedy faces staring at her twin breasts so round and firm and
riding so high with their nipples bursting tight and pointed with excitement.
She }et the blouse fall silently around her feet as she cupped her breasts in her
hands and turned around, bending from the waist, seeming to offer herself to each
man present. She saw Lonny standing in the back and boldly offered her body to
him. God, she would love to suck and fuck him in front of all those people!
Her thumbs hooked into her panties as she thrust out one hip wantonly. Slowly, as
faces pushed closer and hands were reaching out to touch her body, she wiggled
her hips as they came free from the thin, white nylon panties. She closed her eyes
as she pulled them lower, revealing the softly curling strands of her pubic hair,
hinting at the pulsating swelling excitement that parted her vaginal lips and wet the
thin protective crotch band of her panties.
She imagined herself going down under an avalanche of hot hard cocks and being
fucked in every way conceivable. Her body shuddered with anticipated delight as
she pulled her loins free and thrust her hips forward as the panties dropped around
her feet. She stepped out of them, deciding to leave the boots on, it looked more
wanton and felt lewd and exciting to be naked, wearing nothing but black boots that
came halfway up her calves.
She put her hands on her hips and stared about her with that cool, superior, aloof
look. Then, suddenly, the men laughed and she saw Lonny smirk strangely and the
huge German Shepherd was leaping forward. She jumped back in complete
surprise, her legs hitting the chaise as she fell.
At the same moment, someone seized her arms and wrists, pinning her to the
chaise, forcing her to lie on her back. Hands were grabbing her legs and knees and
pulling them lewdly apart. Beth's mouth was open, her eyes closed, her head thrown
back, her whole body tingling with lewd excitement and the desire to be fucked and
humiliated. She would do anything they asked. Her legs were being forced wide
apart, splitting open her legs and forcing her cunt open in glistening folds of her
vaginal lips. They were bending her knees, forcing her hips up and her buttocks to
roll under. They had her on her back and her legs split obscenely, showing her tiny
puckered anus nestled teasingly down between her tightly rounded buttocks.
She wiggled her hips and her head thrashed back and forth. This was what she had
come to know and like. Like? She loved it! One man would never be enough for
her again. Always, she would want lots of them wanting and taking her.
She felt something pushed at her naked pussy and she let out a moan of delight and
jutted her hips and undulated them, inviting whoever was there to do it some more.
A wet tongue snaked over her cunt. But what a tongue! It drove Beth wild, seeming
to never end and send such a lewd thrill through her groin that she had to open her
eyes and see who it was.
Her mouth opened and she let out a scream but it went unheard, drowned out by the
blaring of the rock music in the background. Beth screamed with all her might and
struggled, twisting her body as she looked dawn and saw the great German
Shepherd crouched between her widespread legs, its long muzzle sniping over her
cunt and his long wet tongue snaking out once again to tease between the lips of the
softly hair-lined slit, the tip of his tongue ending on and flicking her clitoris, sending
wild spasms of excitement running through the young teacher's body.
She hadn't thought of anything as obscene as this and struggled to be free, her head
thrashing back and forth, her eyes begging as she implored those near her to take
the dog away and let her go. No one could hear her, all they could see was the
squirming of her body and the dog crouching to lick her cunt and her lips moving in
silent pleading as the rock music blared on.
She was screaming and begging, looking down between her nakedly dancing
breasts at the dog that was darting his tongue deep into her quivering open cunt now
and Beth was jerking her buttocks vainly down under the teasing swirls, her head
falling back and her mouth open wide. The dog, Orion, was licking faster and
harder, his long thin tongue burrowing deeper into her cunt then any human tongue
could ever go. The people crowding around watched her lips pleading then twisting
with a sudden wild desire as the animal growled and literally skewered her body on
his long plunging' tongue. There was a momentary pause in her body movements,
then as suddenly as they had begun, her struggles to free herself turned to lewd
obscene hip pumping as the dog crouched lower between her thighs, his body tense,
his tail wagging excitedly, his wet tongue darting and licking flatly on her now
gratefully accepting cunt.
While he slobbered and licked and Beth writhed in lewd enjoyment and mounting
sexual excitement at his thrusts, two hippies tied heavy leather pouches to his
forepaws so that he wouldn't cut her body with his nails.
Beth now had both her arms and hands, which had been freed, under her back, her
hands cupping her own buttocks and thrusting the firm, white cheeks up, splaying
them wider apart for the hungrily slashing tongue and she was groaning in delight as
she felt its teasing wetness slide over her hotly working little anus and then dart deep
into her cunt. God, she wanted more!
They pulled the dog back and Orion bared his fangs in a growl of sexual frustration
and fought against the leash. They were seizing Beth again and turning her over.
She knew instinctively what lewd thing they wanted her to do and she crouched on
her knees and voluntarily placed her knees as wide apart as they could go, her face
down on the lounge and the firmness of her breasts crushed hard down into the
rough material.
Her buttocks and cunt were thrust up in the face of the huge animal, Orion, who
sniffed and licked at her tiny sensitive anus, causing her eyelids to flutter with lewd
delight and her mouth to emit a passion-filled groan that went unheard against the
blaring of the rock music in the background. She screwed her buttocks up higher
behind her and reaching down around them, spread the smoothly rounded cheeks
even wider with her hands, allowing the dog's hotly lapping tongue to lick all over her
cunt and anus.
They were helping the dog up on her now and she was impatiently reaching down
between her widespread legs, trying desperately to find his hardened animal penis
and finally seizing it all slippery and red and pointed in her hand and eagerly trying to
guide it to her cunt.
This was it for Beth, the ultimate and final degradation. She was kneeling nakedly in
complete subjugation before a great growling beast with a frenzied crowd of
complete strangers waiting breathlessly for it to sink its huge pulsating animal cock
deep up into her hotly screaming bowels. And ... at last, she was free! She was free
now to find and seduce all the young, virile boys she could! With an excited
shudder, her drug and alcohol-dazed mind told her that this was what she had been
made for, this is what she really wanted!
Down between her legs, she felt the dogs anxiously pulsating cock, long and slippery
in her hand. It was slowly forcing its hardness out of the soft, furry sheath enclosing
it. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and guided it with trembling fingers up
between the hotly quivering cheeks of her naked buttocks.
"Ooooooh, God!" she groaned as the sharp tip momentarily jerked forward and
penetrated a fraction of an inch into her tightly clenched rectum. She hung
suspended for a long, breathtaking second, impaled lewdly on the hardened animal
cock. Then, she groaned deeply again, tempted to ignore the sudden pain and take
it all the way up into her masochistically wanting back passage. But ... her hungrily
throbbing vagina made the decision for her and she reluctantly squirmed her
buttocks away, spreading her knees wider on the couch and guiding the long thick
cock down from her anus into her wetly waiting cunt, the liquid moistness closing
over it and welcoming it inside like warm, half-melted butter.
The dog, his paws locked tightly around her naked hips, his loins pressed hard up
into the crevice of her open buttocks, let his animal instinct take command and
began fucking hard and fast into her lewdly grinding body. The young passioncrazed
teacher felt herself getting the fucking of her life and knew that this great dog
wouldn't stop until he had shot his hot searing animal sperm deep up into her open
belly. And ... she too would cum, cum like she never had before or ever would
again.
Then, before the last thought had even completely cleared her marijuana dazed
mind ... it happened!
The German Shepherd, his sperm bloated testicles fired by the softly milking
muscles of the naked young teacher's cunt and the lust-incited smell of her female
excitement rising to his widely flared nostrils, suddenly whined from deep inside his
massive chest and humped forward into her as far as he could go. Beth, squirming
insanely now beneath his great, driving hulk felt his long tapered penis swell
outwards against the clamping walls of her vagina and then explode and jerk wildly
around inside her like a fire-hose unleashed from all restraining hands.
"Oh God, fuck it ... Oh God, fuck it," she chanted mindlessly beneath him, feeling
the hotly spurting jets of his bestial semen pumping her helpless body full until it
seemed it was filling her all the way up to her lustfully dancing breasts and seeping
wetly out her nipples to the couch below.
At the same time, she felt the desperately working muscles of her stomach twitch
and cramp, the walls of her hotly milking pussy open wide and gush out her own
orgasm in warm slippery liquid all around the dog's still insanely jerking cock.
Another gush of searing white sperm splashed hotly across her hollowing back and
into her silkily flailing hair and she could catch out of the corner of smoke-glazed
eyes one of the men, his hand pumping desperately around his hardened cock,
emptying his testicles over her nakedly perspiring flesh.
"Oooooooh Godddddd!!!" her mind screamed in total abandon now as she locked
her cunt lips tighter around the dog's still hotly gushing cock, the inner muscles of the
aroused little pussy mouth up between her thighs sucking him drier and drier.
And then it was over. As she felt the last electrically charged jolt of her own orgasm
rip through her, she opened her mouth wide and screamed out her protest at its end,
feeling at the same time, the limply deflated cock of the dog slip with a wet popping
noise from her sperm flooded cunt.
She collapsed heavily down onto the couch, satiated, and yet, not satiated, the
lewdly swirling semen of the animal in her belly sending fresh tinglings of desire
through her already ravished loins.
"Goddamn, did you see that hot little bitch fuck that dog," she heard an unbelievingly
breathless voice close by. "Man, I'm gettin' me a little of that pussy too!"
She smiled a dull, lazy smile and rolled slowly over on her back. Her knees lifted
and then her legs fell provocatively apart in obscene invitation to the voice that had
come to her through the dull haze of her drugged mind.
"Do it to me," she smiled lewdly. "Fuck me more."
She felt the hairiness of the male body crawling up between her open thighs and felt
the hardness of his cock spearing deep into her naked cant making a wet sluicing
noise as it hit the moisture of the animal semen still lodged far up inside her. Her
hips ground back mechanically and she opened her mouth to groan loudly into the
silence of the room.
Silence! Her brain froze! She had heard her own sound! The music had stopped.
She turned her head and everyone was looking back toward the entrance. No one
moved. Back at the entrance to the lodge, stood Sheriff Lucas Lamont, a grim look
impressed on his face and his gun drawn menacingly. No one in his right mind
would have thought of crossing the sheriff at that particular moment ... not even his
own son who stood open-mouthed in the spotlight of the end of the couch ...
Chapter 8
The time is one year later. If you didn't know Beth Carruthers before, you'd never
know her now. She is polite to the point of tedium and much of her good figure is
hidden under a tweed suit and high-collared white blouse. Her hair is pulled back
severely and done in a respectable bun and she wears flat-heeled shoes and horned
rimmed glasses. And she is married to Fred Martin, headmaster of Vermont Maple
Military Institute, a private boy's school nested away in the hills of Vermont where, as
Fred says, "We take fine boys and make them fine men."
Fred had met Beth after she had come back from her teaching job in the southwest.
He knew it had been an unpleasant experience for her, for she refused to talk about
it. At any rate, it wasn't important. Beth Carruthers came from a fine old family with
impeccable credentials and, moreover, she was interested in everything he did or
said. He had only to drop a hint that he liked a certain food or wanted her to wear a
certain kind of dress or behave in such a way and Beth would do everything in her
power to please him. Moreover, she didn't make demands on him sexually and Fred
felt uncomfortable around women who made demands on him.
Beth made none at all and demurely agreed to marry him and live at the academy
with him, helping him in his job as headmaster of the school.
Beth threw herself into her work with enthusiasm that made Fred proud he had made
such a choice for his wife. It seemed to him he had boys over to his house day and
night. And the boys seemed eager to come around and Fred prided himself on the
fact that he was the most popular headmaster and teacher on campus and hoped
that the dean noticed.
Open house was every night at Fred and Beth's and the boys came, eager and
grinning and Fred sat in his study, with their great German Shepherd at his feet, and
puffed out his chest and knew he was one of the luckiest men alive.
The End