Chapter 5
Stevie Capp, the sheriffs son, was right on time with his hair combed and a clean shirt on. They drove off in the camper sitting together up front. Stevie 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 on, Jane switched on the headlights. They had made so many twists and turns, Jane had no idea where they were heading except up, and the roads were getting more weed-strewn and seldom used. "How far did you say?" she asked, peering ahead apprehensively as the dark was coming on fast.
"We're almost there," Stevie 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 Jane braked and looked at the car. "We can't 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 well have to go back," she said with an uneasy laugh, shifting the camper into reverse.
"Nope," Stevie reached over and grabbed the keys in a lightning swift move and threw them out the window into the shrubbery.
"Young man...!"
He looked 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 Stevie and smiled coolly. "All right, we've had our little joke. Now may I please have my keys back, and we'll forget this ever happened."
Stevie 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 Jane to cringe back, and he jammed between Stevie and a boy she would come to know as Pete. Pete grinned at her as she got a whiff of alcohol on his breath. "Hiya, baby!" he said.
Jane 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, Pete pointing across her, rubbing her breasts with his arm. "No worry with old Stevie here; his Dad won't do anything. Tell us another, schoolteacher!
They laughed at her and Pete pulled a bottle from his pocket and shook it in front of her face. "Little drink, come on."
"No thank you!" Jane'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?" Stevie asked in a cool calm voice, slinging his arm around her, "Because we offered you a drink of white lightning? Look, we know you drink it."
Jane froze at the words, and her eyes widened. She gradually went numb as Stevie 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 Rachel Cain's house.'"
Stevie was leaning his young face closer, a tight lewd grin on his face. "Why, we stuck around and saw all kinds of interesting things."
Jane 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."
Stevie grinned at his friends then right at Jane, 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, Stevie lasciviously rolled his tongue around his lips and wiggled it in the air.
Jane 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!" Jane said as she stiffened and Pete held the open bottle under her nose.
Stevie 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 Jane 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 Stevie, but he motioned it back to her. "You gotta do better than that."
She took a second sip and a third at Stevie's insistence before he would accept the bottle and take a gurgling swig, smacking his lips handing the bottle off. "That's the only way to drink white lightning; get it down fast and sit back and wait."
Jane 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 Pete 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," Stevie urged. "You got some catching up to do."
Jane sipped at the whiskey again and had to sip three times before Stevie, 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. "I'll scream!" Jane yelled.
"Go ahead," Stevie 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-ee! She's got spirit! I like 'em with spirit." He had her head brutally locked in the crook of his arm, 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 Jane didn't know which stunned her more - his slap or his language.
She didn't have any time to think about it. Stevie 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 Stevie turned the bottle upside down as the whiskey gurgled out.
Jane gagged and started coughing, 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 the 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 some 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?"
Stevie laughed again, jabbing with his elbow at his friends and giving Jane 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 Jane again and she drank to assuage her fear. What kind of thing had she fallen into? What kind of people were they? First Maria and then Rachel and now these leering kids. The whiskey burned down her throat and into her stomach. Jane 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. Pete 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."
Jane 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 Pete yelling, "Let her have a seat; give the li'l lady a seat!"
She found her way to her bunk and sat down heavily. The white lightning was having its effect. She tried to focus as the boys crowded in, all seven of them, with Stevie being the eighth and leader. 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.
Jane made a feeble attempt to stop them, holding out one arm and finding a pint in it. "Come on, bottoms up!" they yelled, sprawling all around her. She drank again, finding it did indeed go down easier after a few drinks. She handed the bottle to Stevie and smiled at him in a futile attempt to get him on her side.
Pete was rolling some cigarettes and passing them around. The boys were lighting them up and inhaling, holding their breath and passing them on. Pete handed her one and Jane looked at with bleary eyes. "I don't smoke," she said, holding it out to Stevie.
"You'll smoke this one," Stevie said. "That's something special."
"What is it?" Jane asked, her tongue suddenly thick.
"Grass," one of the boys said, laughing.
Jane looked puzzled, knitting her brows and looking down at the badly made cigarette.
"Pot! Mary Jane! Marijuana!" Stevie said, leaning close. "It'll turn you on."
"No!" Jane said, throwing the cigarette away.
Stevie shrugged. "Okay, then it's more white lightning for our schoolteacher. Where the hell is the bottle?"
"No, please," Jane slurred, putting her hands up. "I'll get sick."
"You'll get smashed, that's what!" Pete 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 Stevie's warning. "Any little bit of light up here will travel for miles."
Jane had her hand over her mouth, still trying to catch her breath, when Stevie retrieved the marijuana cigarette and handed it back to her, saying, "Take this or another belt of booze."
Jane 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!" Pete 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 Stevie, 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.
Jane 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. Jane 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. Stevie was next to her on the cot. "Feel good now?" he asked.
Jane 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 Stevie 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?" Stevie 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," Stevie said impatiently, "We all saw you do it with Rachel."
"That was different."
"Oh, sure, yeah, right!" the boys called to one another.
"You a dyke?" Stevie asked.
"Huh?" Jane wasn't exactly sure what he meant but guessed. "No. Rachel Cain tricked me and I'm going to report her."
"Yeah, you do that," Stevie said dryly, "And be sure you tell my Dad just how much you loved it."
"She tricked me!" Jane 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!"
Stevie 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 Rachel Cain; 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."
Jane 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 Stevie 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 Jane. Something in her like 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 corning to the surface. The boy named Pete and Stevie 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!" Pete 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, Stevie 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 kicked and twisted, trying to stop them. 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," Pete said, panting, "Squirm it around some more! That turns me on!"
Jane 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 hair 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 for down below her navel, and her smooth, well-formed thighs and legs were naked and held in place by strong little hands. Pete lifted her head and offered her the neck of the bottle, and she raised her head, opening her mouth to take a drink, and Stevie'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 Pete 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 all 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 Rachel Cain! 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, white 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!"
Jane raised her head, the hand still over her mouth, her eyes wide, to see the boys staring bug-eyed up between her widespread 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!" Stevie called, "Where's Sammy? Sammy'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 Sammy, just turned fourteen, was shoved forward, and Jane watched with her own eyes bulging wild 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.
Sammy 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 succeeded 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. Jane 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 Sammy'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 Sammy 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 Sammy's prick slide in and out of the teacher's helpless cunt. They saw Jane 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. Sammy could ram it home in her now and stand still; Jane 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 all 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 pot-drenched 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 Sammy'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 Bob had gone on and done it to her back in Boston that night, if only he hadn't passed out!
Then, Bob 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 Pete 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 Pete's mouth, and Stevie 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 and balls and cocks. Young eager pricks were all around her and they were crowding closer.
Stevie 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 half-closed 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 Stevie 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 breathe. 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. Stevie 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 Stevie 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 was guiding them upward, and they were placed on Stevie'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 sheriffs 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 Stevie'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 him wildly. She felt Stevie's hands tangle in her hair and hold her head in place as he fucked her in the mouth, his hips pumping lewdly with Jane 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 Stevie 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. Stevie 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 Jane'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 Stevie would gradually sink the head back in, her greedily sucking lips slipping noisily 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 was so hot now, she was past thinking. Behind her, Pete 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 Pete'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.
Stevie, 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.
Pete 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 Pete'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 Pete's cock slamming in and out of her cunt from behind and Steve 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.
Stevie 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!
Pete, looking down over her shoulder and seeing his friend Stevie cum, began fucking her all out from behind with an animal growl in his throat, and Jane 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 Stevie'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 Jane felt the warm, wet thrill flooding hotly into her, she was on the verge of still another orgasm.
Pete 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. Jane stumbled onto the camper bunk and rolled over flat on her back, bending her knees lewdly up 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 Sammy'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, Pete felt his penis growing again and he got up with a moan.
Sammy let out a yell and his body stiffened, and Jane stroked his hips lovingly as his back arched, and he shot virile young sperm in her mouth, and she greedily swallowed it.
Pete was about to lunge for Jane when Stevie stopped him. "How about both of us at the same time?" he whispered in Pete's ear.
"Huh? How?"
Stevie cupped his hand and buzzed in Pete's ear, and Jane 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 sheriffs son as he advanced on her. "No, not that way," he said, and Pete gave an arrogant little laugh. "On your stomach."
Jane obeyed instantly, rolling over on her stomach and spreading her legs, grinding her buttocks up lewdly. Stevie was kneeling behind her. Jane 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 Steve Capp 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," Sammy whispered, his prick waving erect again. They all crowded around again, watching as Stevie 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, Stevie."
"Fuck her in the ass so we can see!" Pete said, crouching low.
Jane'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.
Stevie 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 Stevie had his thumbs dug in, spreading the soft yielding crevice of her ass-cheeks as his cock-head 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 sheriffs 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.
Jane'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 Stevie'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 ass-hole. 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 Jane 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 outstroke.
Jane'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 sheriffs son's brutal thrusts. A loose, lewd smile split her face, and she moaned in delight and screwed her buttocks up even higher as Stevie 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!" Pete yelled.
"YES!"
"Want some more, baby?" someone whispered.
"Yes! Yes, fuck me, do everything to me!" her hips were thrashing hard and fast as Stevie 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. Jane, 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, Jane spread her legs obscenely open, feeling her whole vaginal plane jutting up at the gaping eyes. She bent her knees and Pete 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 Stevie's cock splitting her buttocks and stretching her anus and rectum to the utmost. Her face winced with pain, yet she smiled lewdly, teasingly.
Pete 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. Jane moved her hips, feeling Stevie's prick tight and bulging in her rectum and held her arms pleadingly out to Pete.
He was on top of her with a roar, and Jane moaned as she felt his prick plunge into her cunt with a 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 separating her vagina and rectum. Jane 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 Pete and Stevie 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. Jane 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 Jane's lips tight, locked like a rubber band around the excitedly jerking head.
Then, with a wild grunt of pleasure, Stevie 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. Pete roared and shot into her cunt, gripping her hard before emptying his balls in her and rolling off with a deep, satiated groan. Stevie 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. Stevie 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."
Stevie waved all objections aside. "We went camping. Just stick to that story." He paused by the cot and looked down at Jane. Despite all the debauchery and exhaustion, she still looked tempting. It was the kind of body made for fucking. Jane stared up at him with noncommittal eyes.
"You liked that, didn't ya?" Stevie 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."
Stevie grabbed her cum and sweat-soaked hair in his hands and lifted her head. "And next time you're going to get Rachel Cain to come along, and you and Rachel will put on a show for us. Right?"
"Yes." Again, her voice was flat and unemotional.
Stevie Jet 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. Jane 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.