She could open her heavily glazed eyes just wide enough to see the camp boss' wife taking off her dress over her head. Her young-looking figure was naked except for her bra and then the older woman took that off too, her small breasts so proud and pointed. She smiled down at Beth. "You have such lovely breasts, so full and well shaped."
Beth couldn't answer, only smile a silly dazed smile.
Wilma was looking down at her, her hands running over her own body, her fingers omnivorously massaging her own cunt. "Let me show you just how much I like you," she purred in a low, heavy-with-passion voice.
Outside, Lonny's eyes went small and cruel as he saw Wilma Gans, naked, lay down on top of the girl and kiss her on the mouth. He watched, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he then saw the older woman press her legs together and wedge them between the legs of the girl who didn't protest but only spread her legs wider. Then Wilma began grinding her pelvis and buttocks like she was a man fucking the girl, rubbing her pubic hair against the Girl's cunt.
His face was pressed against the pane and he held his breath to keep from fogging it as he saw Wilma force her hand down between them and caress the girl's vagina and spread the soft hair-lined lips wide with her fingers then lower her groin and grind her pubic hair on her open pussy and clitoris.
A deep dark thrill went through Beth and she let out a moan of delight to match it. This was even better than the shower and she was feeling an orgasm of shattering force growing in her. Why wasn't Bill like this? Maybe this was Bill? No, it was that woman from the shower and they were on a bed and she was driving her mad. "Ohhhhhh, stop," she moaned, not really meaning it.
"You like that?" Wilma whispered wetly in her ear, grinding her buttocks down and rotating them a little harder. "If you like it, I'll do it some more. And I'll do other things.
"It's so good. It's so… almost too good," Beth heard her seemingly distant voice say. It had been a languid breathy voice which betrayed the extent of her passion. Oh God, what am I doing, she moaned silently to herself.
Outside, Lonny couldn't keep his hand off his prick. Neither could any of the other guys as they took turns looking, pulling away at Lonny's leg tapping command. None of them had ever seen a thing like this before and all of them were excited to the point where they'd fuck a hole in the ground.
Lonny took over again as Wilma wrapped her arms tight around Beth and Beth bent her knees and spread her legs wider, tilting her hips upwards and spreading her cunt as much as possible as Wilma crushed her breasts against hers and began rubbing faster and harder. Beth could feel Wilma's cunt swelling between her tense thighs and every once in a while there was the slick sensation of both their lubricated little clitorises sliding over one another.
Wilma was kissing her on the mouth now, running her tongue in and out of her mouth in rhythm to her pelvic movements and she-felt her own hips beginning to twitch and toss with a lewd power all their own. Her orgasm was building fast and with a force that would not be denied. She felt it coming and her whole body stiffened, arched, then trembled as her cum crashed through her body in a pleasure so intense that an she could do was open her mouth and scream up into the other woman's throat.
"Ohhhhhhhaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhh hhhhhaaaaa!" The animal scream seemed to come from deep within her; it came freely and was almost like the wild signaling that Beth was no longer the girl she had been a few hours earlier. The beast, the primeval urges that had so long slept dormant in her; the urges, tastes, and desires that had been repressed and denied by all her education and experience now were surfacing and twisting her body in a wild, untamed ecstasy as she writhed and moaned under the naked body of Wilma Gans.
Wilma was kissing and smiling, whispering in Beth's ear while outside, Lonny and his friends were wild with lust and frustration. They were agitated, elbowing each other aside in order to see, their lust making them reckless and aggressive. Only Lonny was quiet, standing away from the windows and staring off with tight narrowed eyes, his face flat and looking much older – and cruel – than his sixteen years. Lonny Lamont had made up his mind he was going to fuck that girl. Maybe even Judd Gans' wife, Wilma. Maybe the two of them at the same time or that girl in there with the beautiful books and elegant face would come down a peg or two or find herself in jail on a moral's rap.
The boys were fighting under the window, scuffling in the dirt and whispering fierce threats at one another. Lonny came out of his dream-state and walked over to them, hitting them at random and pushing the younger ones away and stood with his back to the window, his fists ready, glaring at his friends. They stepped back automatically. Lonny was the leader and he ruled by force and threats. Being a sheriff's son was reason enough to be paid attention to; but Lonny had something more: a drive, an energy, a recklessness that was suicidal to overlook. With a smile that was almost a sneer, he turned his back on his friends and resumed peeking through the window.
Beth collapsed, a loose smile on her lips, her eyes closed.
"You like that?" Wilma whispered.
"Mmmmm." She couldn't help it, she was drifting off to sleep.
"I like you. I can do more things but I won't unless you want me to."
Wilma's voice and intonation was smutty and excited. After bringing Beth to her orgasm, she was more aroused than ever. She lay on top of Beth, her hips still pumping and grinding slowly and obscenely. "I'll do it if you want me to. I'd love to do it!"
The lewd excitement reached the portion of Beth's brain that was still conscious. "Oh yes!" she sighed. "Do things to me!"
Wilma gloated and found her sensuousness increased. She was so hot she had to have relief. She began kissing Beth's face and body again, slowly sliding down her trembling nakedness, licking at her neck and shoulders and then all around her breasts as the young drugged school teacher lay still, breathing deeply.
Wilma crouched on her knees, her legs widespread so that Lonny could see her pulsating cuntal mouth swollen with desire and slightly open. It was a bright glistening slit dividing her pubic hair. Wilma didn't have a bad figure at all and he was determined to get her too. But the girl lying on the bed was first.
Lonny watched as Wilma crouched over the girl, her hips pumping obscenely as if she were impaled on an invisible cock and was riding it up and down. One of her hands cupped the girl's breast and squeezed it, her fingers pinching the nipple as her teeth nibbled at it and she pursed her lips and sucked hard on the nipple. The girl on the bed moaned. Her eyes were closed yet her body moved in lewd response. She bent her knees slightly and Lonny saw her cunt spread with its fluted hair-fringed edges seeming to swell again.
Wilma attacked:the other breast with a greedy kind of recklessness, getting rougher as both her hands hungrily massaged the firm, whitely quivering mounds.
Then she abandoned the breasts and slid lower, kissing and licking at the girl's smooth, alabaster stomach until she came to her softly puckered little navel. There she let her tongue bore in while the girl again moaned, flinging her arms out to the side and clawing desperately at the sheet while her hips began a slow lewd rotating and undulating up and down.
Wilma Gans was shifting around, still on her knees as her mouth licked and sucked rawer. As Lonny Lamont watched, eyes bulging wide, he saw the older woman's greedy mouth biting teasingly at the girl's softly curling pubic hair. The girl, eyes still closed, spread her legs even wider and Lonny took in the obscene sight: Wilma, licking, her fevered eyes looking down at the girl's cunt which was splayed wide apart and glittering with lubricated excitement and was pulsating and writhing as the girl pumped her hips in lewd abandon. Below her cunt, he could see the two tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks crushed down hard into the mattress. Her legs were spread so wide the thing cords of her tendons stood out on the insides of her thighs.