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.