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,
