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.