Evelyn Sinclair - Friends of the teacher
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"Do you like me, Beth?"
Beth was mildly puzzled for a moment. Not at the question, but at the sound of Wilma's voice. Although she heard her clearly, the sound seemed to come from far off and something was wrong with the time: had Wilma just asked that question or was that a long time ago. She smiled back, dazed and relaxed. "Of course I do."
"That s good. I was hoping you would because I like you."
"That's nice." Beth cocked her head, it didn't even sound like her own voice.
"I like you a lot," Wilma said, leaning closer so that the heat of her breath was on the young girl's cheek.
"That's nice." It could almost be another person speaking for her. Whoever was speaking, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except to go to sleep and let Wilma run her hands up and down her wonderfully relaxed body.
"Lie down. That tea is good, isn't it? Can you feel it yet?" Wilma watched Beth carefully. Mistletoe tea carries one of nature's tranquilizers used by country folk whenever anyone was in pain. The powerful combination of fatigue, white lightning and mistletoe tea was having its effect. Beth might even drop off to sleep. It didn't matter, Wilma would soon have her awake again.
"Oh, I feel so good," she whispered, lying back on top of the covers, her eyes closing. Wilma looked at the lamp and thought of putting it out. No, she thought, with it on, I want to see everything.
"Do you like my stroking your leg?" she asked softly.
"Hmmmmm, it feels nice," Beth murmured.
"Here, let's get that robe off before you conk out and I can rub you some more." A hint of suspicion, of doubt, glinted in Beth's dull gaze and Wilma added, "Get out of that robe and roll over on your belly, I'll give you a real relaxing massage."
Her voice reassuring and the idea so appealing, Beth let Wilma help her out of her robe. She must be tired she thought hazily, for her arm caught in a sleeve and she had to tug, shaking her breasts, her flesh quivering as the older woman watched breathlessly. Naked, feeling a wonderful freedom and brazenness, she lay back and stretched her body and it seemed to ripple voluptuously with her pelvis tilting up for just one tantalizing second to reveal the soft, hair-covered folds of her vaginal lips.
Wilma's teeth were clenched as she watched her lazily roll over on her stomach and saw her delicately long and curved back that swooped into her high firm buttocks that were so white and tempting. She laced her fingers and cracked her knuckles and flexed her fists. "I used to be a real masseuse before I married Judd Gans and ended up a cowgirl."
"Did you'
"Ha!" Wilma said, pleased with herself as she pulled up her dress and climbed on the bed and straddled Beth's legs near the knee and looked down at all her vulnerable loveliness. "Didn't know I knew a fancy word like 'masseuse' did you? I was real good at it and I liked it, but Judd made me quit it."
"Took you away from it?" Beth's voice was dreamy and she moaned with delight as she felt Wilma lean over her and her hands begin to knead the flesh on her back.
"Yeah. He was funny about it. Didn't like me doing it. I liked it. I made some friends. I liked them. I liked them a lot." Beth was only moaning softly with delight as Wilma's hands worked expertly over her back. It didn't matter if she didn't talk. "He only wanted me to give massages to him, the horny old devil," Wilma went on, working lower, into the small of Beth's back. "He didn't like me doing that to other people. In a way I can't blame him, if I like a person, you know, I give them a real good massage. I go out of my way to please them."
Her hands slid onto Beth's smooth white buttocks and she began massaging them, cupping her cheeks and squeezing them then parting them so that she could see the young teacher's tiny, tightly puckered anus then she began to knead the naked flesh with gentle fingers. "You like that?" she whispered.
"Ohhhhh, that feels so good. I've never had a massage before," Beth slurred in a quiet voice. She was utterly relaxed and Wilma's hands felt soothing and strangely exciting. It was all right, after all, Wilma was a professional.
"I'll give you a good one, Beth, one you'll never forget. Just stay relaxed and do what I say. Promise me?"
"All right."
"Do you like me?"
"Yes."
"I like you a lot, a whole lot. When I had friends I liked a whole lot, I give them a real massage."
"That's nice," Beth said, her voice barely a whisper. She was so relaxed it seemed as if she were drifting and she had floated a long way off, leaving her body behind with Wilma. Besides, her hands felt so good. So good and exciting. Yes, definitely exciting; for strangely, she could feel herself being aroused far beyond any point she had obtained with Bill. She felt oddly lewd, and yet, all was serene and there was nothing to worry about. She could even go to sleep if she wished.
Wilma's voice was low and urgent and seemed to come to her from far away. "Let me show you just how much I like you."
Beth breathed a sigh. "All right." She felt Wilma bending over her and then her wetly kissing mouth burned on her back and she grinned, feeling it pleasant. Her mouth was all over her shoulders and back and her soft wet tongue was licking and she wanted to curl her shoulders with pleasure. Her body slipped lower with her mouth and tongue following, leaving a wet trail down past her naked waist.
She felt Wilma's hands massaging the cheeks of her ass again and she moaned with pleasure.
Outside, a short, vicious, silent fist-fight took place. All of the young boys were so excited and vying for looks that they scuffled with one another and Lonny stood crouched in the dark, his fists ready, his head swiveling to find another target. There were no more takers. You had to be crazy to take on Lonny when he got mad. His eyes went cold and his face went blank and he went at you with a kind of reckless madness. It seemed like he not only wanted to beat you, he wanted to kill you.
Two of his friends, driven mad by the desire to see, lay sprawled on the ground, one nursing an aching jaw and the other putting a rapidly swelling eye in his hands and rocking back and forth.
Lonny put both his palms out and froze. They all froze and listened. Far off, across the fields, he could hear the coyotes howling. He tiptoed to the window and peeked. All was well, Wilma was massaging the girl's back and working her way down. Ducking away from the window and motioning for his friends to follow. They ran back out of earshot and crouched together. Lonny looked at their faces. "Okay, here it is: any guy gets out of line and blows this is going to get a hell of a lot worse than what was got. And after I'm through with you, you'll have my old man to deal with. Maybe you'll even get caught with some pot on you. That's one-to-ten in states prison. Clear?"
Everyone nodded.
"Okay, I know everybody wants to see, but everybody can't see all the time. I'm doing the watching because I need enough evidence to put this chick in her place. Christ, I wish we had a camera! I'm going to get that hot little bitch in a corner and I'm doing it for you guys. Listen, we'll take her up to that hippy commune for a weekend and get her stoned and then her hot little pussy'll know what it's like to really get lucked. Now let's get back and for Christ sake, keep quiet."
They hurried back, eager to get any glimpse Lonny would allow them. All of their cocks were erect and hard as they thought of what was coming up. Lonny had a way of getting what he wanted and they could tell from the way he talked that he wanted to fuck that chick.
Crouched down by the side of the house, Lonny straightened just in time to see Wilma crouched over the naked back of the girl, her hands gently massaging her now softly yielding buttocks as she parted the cheeks and bent her head, her tongue flicking out over the nude girl's tiny, unprotected anus.
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