"Oh, darling, I love you so much," the teacher mumbled as she put her arms around her student's neck ... sinking her nude body down onto the aroused boy's cock ... flexing her strong cunt muscles around the imprisoned flesh ... feeling the head of his thick cock pushing against the sensitive en-trance to her womb-delighting in the marvelous friction in her well-oiled depths that drenched her senses with pleasure so intense that she felt she was going to die of ecstasy.
Her moonlighting as a sex instructor by night kept her students in class by day-each pupil hoping they'd be her favorite so they can get her extra lessons in the evening.
CHAPTER ONE
Paula lay warm and glowing above the sheets, her clean beauty sheened with a coat of perspiration, filming her forehead and round breasts.
She moved slightly, her body making a short stemmed, lacy bouquet of white skin and blond curls upon the immense bed. One flesh-swollen tit rolled out of her frilly nightgown, hollowing its soft way into a curve of an even softer pillow. A wild whim ran a hot sensation down her naked spine, and her finger moved between her legs, hair stroking. But she put the thought aside. Why were her thoughts more often than not concentrated on that moist, lippy spot? Her dreaming lately, had seldom wandered far from the arena of sex ... the noticing of that mushy bunch in the tight jeans of the boys in her Sunday School class ... that butter-soft mouth of Mike Randall as he sat on the floor before her each Sunday ... thinking how that young mouth would feel against her creaming vaginal lips ... and would he know enough at his age to dart his tongue out a bit ... Ohhh! How that would feel!
No! Don't think that! And then it would stop for a while, but after she got done telling herself how obscene, how filthy those thoughts were, and she wanted nothing to do with such things-it would begin all over again. Maybe this time it would start with the saliva suddenly filling her mouth with the thick outline of that something hanging down Jay Divan's leg when she watched him stretching up to a shelf in class to get the lesson books down. Or something as silly as finding herself sucking on a hot dog instead of biting into it.
It was almost midnight and Paula Swan was still not asleep. Paula's ice-blue eyes glittered wetly in the darkness. She had almost hated her father for his holier-than-thou lectures. Yet, as the years of her childhood had passed, something had happened. The developing of her body, the looking forward to the odor of her father's male-odors when he stood next to her in church.
And then, of course, there was Jim Vickers.
Jim Vickers handling her body in the car, after those meetings. Jim Vickers, built like her father, even smelled vaguely like him. Remembering herself throwing her arms around Jim Vickers' neck, thrusting her hard nipples against him, tossing her head as far back as it would go, beginning a swaying movement that caused her tight body to rub back and forth against him, the closing of her eyes then, and the fluttering of her dark lashes. And on those nights with Jim, everything else was forgotten, and a new air of excitement would grip her, and Jim would reach down and grip her squirming legs, nudging them apart gently. She remembered him, seeing him through the moonlight that strayed into the parked car, looking down at her straining thighs, and he would lean forward, more closely then, to scrutinize the exposed valley of-naked blond-fluffed fringe between them.
And Paula would groan, not wanting to, but doing it anyway, and her own fingers would reach down far and find the throbbing thicknesses of him.
She lay in her bed remembering the firm, flesh curving rigidly from Jinn's belly. Greedily, she would stroke at it, rubbing the soft flesh of her naked thigh against it, feeling the warm, spear-like penis sway back and forth in her grasp. Soon she would feel the sticky wetness shoot out of him, drenching her thighs, trickling down below her butt on the car seat.
"You hot, lovely thing," Jim would grunt, driving himself against her, "You're making me come now ... come with me, Paula!" And Paula would sob with desire, wanting to get at his whole body, grasp that lovely thick rod of meat with her lips, but his hands would keep her far enough away that only her wet tongue could dream of tasting the bulging head of his arrogant masculinity. But he would then throw his face on her bared tit and suck sweetly on her aroused nipple,, and with his free hand he would lift her smooth buttocks so that the slit of dewy flesh and light foliage formed a perfect target just twelve inches below his sucking lips.
In her bed, Paula arched her supple back, drifting sweetly off into the hot bath of always remembered memories. She felt it build up in her, and she shuddered with exquisite pleasure. Her index finger thumped madly at her clit while her other hand stroked at her nipple, just as Jim used to do.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned, in the quiet of her room.
She thought of him doing the things Jim had never done.
Fucking her in the ass.
Fucking her in the mouth, coming in great gushes on her tongue.
Fucking her between her breasts, rubbing the purplish head of his penis over the hard nipples.
Her muscles corded and one hand clutched at the still-cool sheet.
A stab of pure pleasure made Paula's entire body convulse as the wild thought of Jim's tongue plunging through the thatch of blond pubic hair, finding what it sought, raced through her fantasizing mind.
The moan that signaled the approach of orgasm rose to a little cry of joy, and she moved her hand from her tit, up into her mouth, and sucked on it, as though it was the real thing.
She kissed the finger with an open mouth, taking the tip of it between her lips, her tongue licking at it violently. She ran her tongue over and around the stiff finger, making whimpers of sheer joy.
And then her mind galloped through the thought of Jim inside her, digging deep while his fingers tweaked her nipples, fingernails running over their tips.
Paula raised her hips to meet the imagined low eying of Jim's cock into her. And she came. And came ... and came....
Paula fell asleep then, never having another thought. It was a Saturday night, and the next morning she would appear at her Sunday School class with that pure, innocent, freshly-white smile on her face, and no one would ever dream of the longing that racked her over-ripe body.
Paula Swan shifted on the leather seat of her chair and raised her head from the Sunday school lesson material she'd been reviewing. Her blue eyes met the insolent black eyes of Jay Divan, and she realized with a shock that she had done it again-she had hooked he; heels on the rung of the chair and let her knees spread outward, pulling her short skirt taut across the tops of her thighs and revealing their inner surfaces to the three boys sitting on the floor just a few feet beyond her table. No matter how often she cautioned herself to keep her feet on the floor and her knees tightly together during this hour every Sunday morning, she sometimes found she had forgotten and then the results were embarrassing. She supposed her lapses were caused by the fact that she sat that way at work, but there it didn't matter because nobody could see her legs behind the solid front of her desk. Here the table offered no protection, and since the boys had taken to sprawling on the floor, it was worse than ever.
Her first impulse was to get to her feet and dismiss the class. But that wouldn't do. The lesson period still had over five minutes to run, and if she let her group go early, they'd disturb the other classes and wander off and not stay for services. Dr. Johnson wouldn't like that and neither would Dr. Muster, the new assistant minister and director of the youth program. Both men constantly emphasized the fact that these youngsters were the adults of tomorrow and should start taking their spiritual duties seriously. Paula agreed with them, but she could also understand how the kids felt. She was only twenty herself and sometimes shared their reluctance to spend an hour listening to Dr. Johnson's tired old voice when they could cut off to the beach or the park on this warm, summery day.
There was another reason she didn't immediately close her legs, but she didn't want to admit that one even to herself. Unforgivable as it was to let those boys look at the satiny inner flesh of her thighs with the narrow band of pink cloth between them and the few stray curls of blond hair escaping from under the edges, it gave her a perverse thrill. Just knowing three sets of male eyes were ogling the display of intimate flesh was exciting. It reminded her of how Jim Vickers had always asked her to sit opposite him at meeting and socials and give him quick peeks at her crotch when the others weren't looking. Once he had even talked her into leaving her panties in the car so he could see the golden fluff of pubic hair when he signaled her to open her legs. He said the imminent danger of being caught added spice to the game. Maybe he was right, because although Paula had been terrified all evening lest someone discover she was naked under the brief skirt, she had also been so powerfully stimulated she was trembling with the hots by the time they left the gathering. Jim had been, too, and as soon as they were in the car, he had used his fingers on her wet and puffy pussy to bring her to a climax and had made her do the same for him. She knew it was a terrible thing to do, but she just couldn't help herself when he got her that excited.
Paula shivered and forced her mind back to the present. How was she going to get out of her present predicament? She didn't want to pull at her skirt or make any move that would acknowledge the fact that she knew she was on display. If the boys thought it had happened without her being aware of it, maybe she could distract them, then change position while they talked. She had to get their minds on something else before they noticed that their stares were arousing her sexually, creaming a bit.
"Of course, you all know that we'll be having our usual summer camp at Mountain Grove," Paul said, smiling over the boys' heads at the girls who were sitting on chairs behind them. "Dr. Muster and his wife will be in charge of arrangements, and of the retreat itself, and all fees should be paid to them. Any of you who wish to share this wonderful experience of living close to nature in Christian fellowship for two glorious weeks should' register as soon as possible."
She could feel Mike Randall's blue eyes on her legs like a physical touch, feel the tingle as they moved up the inside of her thighs over the soft peach fuzz that covered the fullness where the legs swelled just before tapering into the creases on either side of her plump mound and lingered on the strip of nylon that covered her pussy inadequately.
Mike was a tall, handsome boy with neatly combed, sandy hair. He was only fifteen but so athletic and beautifully developed that he could have passed for twenty. His broad chest and powerful shoulders stretched his white knit shirt taut across his upper body. He was wearing the usual tight, narrow pants, and Paula tried to ignore the prominent bulge in the front of them.
Oh, Mike, what a lovely strong body! If only I could be alone with you, if only I could pull that zipper down and let that warm, pulsing tower of flesh out and hold it in my hand, run my fingers over it and ... let you ... let you....
Paula's conscience clamped down hard and cut off the end of that thought, but it couldn't stop the forbidden thrill that shot through her or the sudden dampness that oozed against her panties. She was ashamed that such a thing had happened to her in Sunday school and fearful that the watching boys would see the color deepen as the thin cloth between her legs absorbed the moisture.
What was the matter with her? Why couldn't she control her thoughts and fantasies? She wouldn't for a moment have seriously considered approaching one of the boys in her class, or anyone else, for that matter. Paula Swan was a good girl. Or she had been until she started dating Jim Vickers. Well, not dating actually, because ministerial assistants didn't date girls from the congregation; they merely escorted them to various church functions. Paula knew that better than anyone, having been escorted by four such gentlemen over the last four years. Each had been fresh out of the seminary, filled with zeal for his chosen work, and each had stayed less than a year before moving on to larger, more affluent congregations. Most were polite and impersonal as old Dr. Johnson, and that was one reason Paula had been so sure it was the real thing when Jim Vickers said he loved her. She had seen the necessity for keeping their engagement a secret until he was called to a post outside of Mapleville. It really could have developed into a sticky situation if it had become generally known that they were serious about each other. And how was she to know that Jim was merely using her as a sexual outlet while he was stuck in a small town and didn't dare risk being seen with loose women or girls of questionable reputation? She had honestly thought he loved her and had been unable to deny him when the gentle kisses changed into deep, tongue-tangling, sexually arousing caresses that had led to....
"I know that all of you will find Dr. Muster and his wife people to whom young people can relate," Paula heard herself saying. "They have come to our church with a reputation for liberal thinking and meaningful action in religious affairs."
She was amazed at her ability to continue talking about other things while her body seethed with urges and desires she hadn't known existed until a few months ago. As frustrating as the affair with Jim had been, it had been better than the constant erotic fantasies that had begun plaguing her shortly after his abrupt departure to accept a pastorate halfway across the continent.
"Will you be, at camp this year, Miss Swan?" Kenny Newman asked.
Paula looked at his pink cheeks and wide, innocent brown eyes. She knew he'd been staring at her bared thighs just as intently as Mike and Jay, and she guiltily gloated over the knowledge while keeping her lips curved in a smile she didn't feel. Kenny was thirteen, the son of a prominent doctor, and had led a very sheltered life. Paula was sure he was still a virgin and wondered what it would be like to introduce a boy like that to love, to have him naked in her bed, to run her hands over his hairless chest and babyish belly, to let her fingers slide downward to touch the untried lance of his boyhood.
No, no, no! I've got to stop thinking things like this!
"Naw, she won't be there!" Jay Divan said, his voice a challenging sneer. "She's got more important things to do, haven't you, Miss Swan?"
"Now Jay, you know nothing is more important for me than you boys and girls," Paula said, irritated with him for putting her on the defensive. Jay was a husky brute, a bully who strutted and bragged to the other boys about his prowess with girls. Paula had never been able to figure out just why he bothered coming to Bible school and avoided him as much as she could without being deliberately rude. His black eyes were mocking and she knew without being told that sex with him would be quick and brutal. He would stab into a woman without caring if he hurt her, would fill and bruise the tender flesh of her vagina, thrusting with cruel insistence until she cried out with pain and passion.
"Aw, come off it, Miss Swan," Jay said, shifting his eyes from her face to her exposed thighs and back again. "You don't want to fool around with a bunch of punk kids at a summer camp, so quit putting us on."
"Jay, that's unfair!" Paula said and swiveled the chair to face him more directly. The movement caused her legs to spread a bit wider and the strip of cloth between them slipped to one side. She could feel the coolness of the air on her moist slit and shuddered involuntarily, knowing it looked as though she were offering herself to this boy she despised.
And that was exactly the way Jay chose to interpret the action. Grinning lewdly, he leaned forward and licked his lips.
"Sinful, lusting woman!" Paula heard her father's voice shouting in her mind and jerked her eyes away from Jay.
"Miss Swan, are you going to camp with us or not?" Barb Randall asked, her blue eyes clouded and her voice tense.
"Well, Barb, I ... No, I don't think so," Paula said, wondering why it , should be so important to the girl. Barb was a year younger than her brother but was just as tall and good-looking and just as interested in sports. They really could have passed for twins and until recently had been as close as twins. Paula had noticed their apparent alienation and deplored it but put it down to Mike's having discovered girls and Barb's being jealous. She couldn't think of anything else that could be troubling Barb, and she'd been meaning to talk to the girl and try to explain that this was part of the natural growing-up process, but she'd been too preoccupied with her own strange cravings to get around to it.
"But we had so much fun last year," Cindy Davis spoke up. "Remember the long walks we took in the woods, Miss Swan, and the rap sessions after lights out?"
"Yes, Cindy, I remember," Paula said, smiling at the thirteen-year-old and noting with a slight sense of shock the high, full breasts and lusciously curved arms and thighs. Later on, Cindy might be fat but right now in the first budding of adolescence, she was adorable with her carroty-red hair falling softly to her shoulders and her turned-up nose with its sprinkling of freckles. How quickly they all grew up! "'There will be plenty of people for you to talk and rap with, I'm sure. Dr. Muster and his wife are sympathetic and understanding, and with all the interesting things there are to do at Mountain Grove, you'll never miss me."
"But we will," Mike said, lifting his eyes from Paula's legs to her face. "We'll miss you terribly, Miss Swan. Camp just won't be the same without you."
Paula's face felt flushed. She knew what Mike was thinking, knew he was speculating about the opportunities for intimacy between camp counselors and young people at Mountain Grove. She knew, because the limited supervision and scattered cabins had been uppermost in her own mind for the past few weeks. That was the main reason she had decided not to go. She was afraid of what might happen there in the pine-scented woods with the tanned and usually half-naked bodies of so many boys ,around. She was afraid that no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't be able to control herself.
"There will be other years," she said briskly to cover her uneasiness. Perhaps some other year she would be more sure of herself, more certain that she could make her body live up to her ideals, more positive that she could be a good rather than an evil influence on the young people of the church.
"But a year's an awful long time," Barb said forlornly.
"What's the matter, Barb? You having boy problems?" Jay's voice was sly and insinuating.
"Shut up!" Barb flared and blushed scarlet through her tan. "Mind your own business, Jay Divan! I was talking to Miss Swan!"
Jay smirked and winked knowingly, and Paula looked from one to the other of them, her mind in a turmoil. Surely she couldn't be pregnant, could she? Not intelligent, athletic Barb! Not Barb who had won a dozen medals in high school swim meets and whose teachers considered her one of their most promising students! Paula had always found the girl to be sincerely religious and dedicated to .Christian concepts and ideals. Surely Barb was too open and aboveboard to be hiding a thing like that, but why was she so flustered and angered by Jay's implied accusations? Had she actually been with a boy? Had she perhaps been suffering and given in to it and been trapped by her inexperience into an unwanted pregnancy? If so, Paula felt that she was partly to blame, because she had been so selfishly occupied with her own problem that she had failed to realize the girl was so troubled.
"Would you like to have a nice long talk this afternoon, Barb?" Paula asked. "If you have some difficulty I can help you with, I'd be only too happy to."
"Does that go for me, too, Miss Swan?" Jay asked, looking from her crotch to the swollen front of his pants. "I got an awful big problem I need help with."
Paula's eyes flicked at him angrily. She hated Jay for the sneering, cynical young brute he was, but she couldn't suppress a shiver of excitement as her glance swept over the outline of his engorged phallus. "No, Jay, I won't be able to see you," she said quickly, knowing she had to fight off the feelings running rampant in her, the senseless lust for boys she had no business wanting, the strange craving for men she met casually through her job as secretary for a large trucking firm.
"You can come by my place this afternoon if you want to, Barb," she said, keeping her voice calm and steady. "Or if this evening is more convenient, that'll be fine, too I'm not going out."
"What, no date on Sunday night?" Jay said and nudged Mike. "Man, the fellows sure are missing something, ain't they, Mike?"
Paula felt her face flush, but she ignored the remark and spoke to Barb again. "Shall I expect you then?"
"I ... I suppose so, Miss Swan, but...."
"I'll go if you don't want to," Jay said. "Can I come by, Miss Swan? I need counseling awful bad. Can I come by, huh? Can I come?"
Paula knew he had deliberately used the term to taunt her. What must the boy think of her to believe he could get away with something like that?
"You'll have to talk to Dr. Muster if you want private counseling," she said sternly, frightened by his insistence and shocked by her reaction to it as well as by her lewd behavior that had brought his leering suggestions into the open. If the opportunity presented itself and' the two of them were alone, would she let him do what he so obviously wanted to do, or would her pious upbringing assert itself and save her? She didn't know, but she did know that she didn't dare take a chance on finding out.
She pushed back her chair and got to her feet, smoothing her skirt down and trying not to notice the disappointed looks on the faces of the three boys sitting on the floor. "That will be all for today, class. Don't forget to register for camp. I'll see you this afternoon, Barb, and the rest of you next Sunday. Be sure and stay for services."
She was gathering up her lesson book, Bible and papers as she spoke, wanting only to get away from the scene of her shame, to run from the knowledge that she had deliberately exposed herself to the gaze of three barely pubescent boys and aroused them to sinful lust. She would never be able to forgive herself, never! She had to do something about herself. She had to find a way to control herself or something dreadful would happen.
The young people were still milling about aimlessly when Paula hurried from the room and down the hallway toward Dr. Muster's office. Her face was warm, and her thighs felt hot and sticky. She thought she even detected a faint aroma drifting up around her from the wet crevice between her thighs.
"You smell like a bitch dog in heat," her father would have said if he were alive and aware of her condition. "It's a wonder every male within miles doesn't come sniffing after you."
Paula wanted to talk to Dr. Muster, wanted the calm assurance of his deep voice, wanted to strengthen her faith with his dedicated idealism. She wanted to tell him how she'd been suffering, get his advice and his sympathy.
She flung open the door to Dr. Muster's office and entered without knocking, too agitated to observe the amenities. The minister looked up from the papers on his desk, mild irritation replaced almost immediately by pleased surprise on his handsome features. A tall, strongly built man in his late thirties, he had silver-gray hair and a low-pitched voice that rumbled like the deep notes of a pipe organ. Everyone in the congregation thought of Ephraim Muster as a dedicated and brilliant minister; Paula thought of him as a saint.
"Paula, my dear, how nice to see you," Muster said, getting to his feet like the courtly gentlemen he always seemed. "I was just thinking about you."
"Thinking about me?" Paula felt her heart flutter. As always in his presence, she was just a little awed, and felt her resolution to make a clean breast of her problem falter. How could she tell this saintly, chaste man that one of his Bible-school teachers was a lustful slut who couldn't keep her legs together even in front of her students?
"Yes, I was wondering about this decision of yours not to be a counselor at our summer retreat this year."
"Oh. Well ... I thought rd do something else this year. I've gone to Mountain Grove for the last three summers, and that's enough." Her voice sounded brittle and phony, and she was sure he'd see right through her; those calm gray eyes would look right into her leprous little soul and see the lust that was destroying her.
"Well, that certainly is disappointing," Muster said. "We were counting on you, you know. Olive Mills is going and Joe Boggs, but that still leaves us shorthanded. Why is it that you don't want to go, my dear? Because of the camp itself? I've heard there was talk about the facilities being inadequate and the food not up to par, but I'm making quite a few changes and things will be different this year. I'm not criticizing Jim Vickers, but I've had more experience in such matters and I think everybody will notice the improvement."
He looked at Paula as though awaiting comment, and she felt compelled to say something. "Yes, the camp was badly run. The roofs of the cabins leaked, and it rained several nights. The kids caught colds. We didn't have a nurse, and the first aid supplies weren't adequate-there wasn't even enough aspirin to go around. I'm not criticizing Jim Vickers either, but the safety regulations around the lake weren't enforced properly at all, and supervision on other sports was practically nil. I don't want to get mixed up in a mess like that again. If anything happened to even one of those kids ... well, you know what parents are like."
Dr. Muster nodded. "You're right, of course, but I've seen to it personally that the facilities have been improved, the buildings made safer and new personnel hired to run the camp. I even hired a new cook, Mrs. Clark, who is a real gem. It's counselors I have to round up now. Are you sure you won't reconsider?"
"Well, I ... did you say Olive Mills was going?" Paula said nervously. Olive was only eighteen, untrained and likely to panic in an emergency. Sending a group of teen-agers off under her supervision would be worse than placing one of the kids in charge and hoping for the best.
"Yes, Olive Mills and Joe Boggs," Muster said, and Paula could have sworn that his half-closed eyes shifted downward to where her dress pulled taut across the twin mounds of her full young breasts, but she knew that couldn't be.
"Do you really think Joe is responsible enough?' she heard herself asking.
Muster shrugged. "Oh, Joe's all right. I know he doesn't work too steadily, but he's a good church member and will set a good example for the young people.
A good example for sneaking off to sleep or to get himself a drink, Paula thought. Joe had been fired from the trucking firm where she worked fog doing both on the job.
"But we still need you," Muster said, gazing into her eyes intently. "Your experience and dedication We're expecting at least thirty boys and girls, and four counselors won't be any too many. We need, you Paula, I need you."
I need you. Words like that from this man were enough to make her forget everything but how much she admired him, how much she worshiped him.
"What is this other summer project you have in mind?" he asked, smiling: "What important program have you committed yourself to?"
Going out to get myself bred ... to find a man to swill in carnal lust with. To rid myself of my terrible longings, of my constant thoughts of what it would be like to have every man or boy I see thrusting into me!
Even now her treacherous body was trembling with thoughts of Ephraim and how it would feel if ... oh, no, no, riot Not this godly man! I've got to stop thinking things like this! Even in my fevered fantasy world,, I shouldn't be imagining what it would be like to be naked on a bed with Ephraim Muster's strong body looming over me, of his engorged manhood bouncing against the inside of my thighs, of the knobby tip pressed into my curly pubic hair, forcing its way between the wet lips of my ... no, no, not I wish I could burn the lust out of my body, out of my soul, with a red-hot poker!
"What is it, Paula? What's wrong?" Muster asked as she swayed, reaching out a hand to steady her.
Paula drew back as though in revulsion, unable to bear his touch, not wanting to expose him to contamination of her flesh. "N-nothing's wrong."
"But you look so white and you're shaking. Are you ill, my dear?"
"Yes, yes, I'm sick ... sick," she said.
"Have you seen a doctor?" Ephraim asked, coning closer to take her elbow.
"No ... doctor wouldn't help." She had no control over herself as she swayed against him, was incapable of keeping her body from molding itself to Muster's. "Oh, Dr. Muster, help met I'm so sick, so evil!"
"My poor child," he said, smoothing her hair, and she was very aware of the warm maleness of his body as her tits and thighs pressed against him. "Tell me about it. Tell me what's troubling one so young and beautiful."
"I'm not young. I'm as old as sin," Paula said, "and I curse my attractiveness because it just adds to my problem."
"But what is your problem, my dear?"
"S-sex." She could barely get the word out from between her trembling lips. "Sex!"
"Well, now!" Somehow Muster sounded more amused than shocked. "You know, many of us-especially we in the ministry-often are troubled by the. same thing."
Paula's tears were dampening the minister's coat, and his hand moved from her hair to her shoulder and upper arm. "Oh, I'm so evil!" she sobbed and clung to him more tightly, flattening her breasts against his chest and pressing her thighs into his.
"But it's not evil, child," he murmured. "That's precisely the problem we ministers are faced with. If we are educated and modern, we know that sex is a part of life, but because others tend to put us above themselves, they expect behavior from us that they would not demand from anyone else. We, after all, are only human and can be just as troubled by the needs of the body as any other man or woman. It is only when we come to recognize these needs as natural and an integral part of God's plan for humanity that we can reconcile our feelings with what is right."
"Are ... are you saying that sex ... these feelings I have ... that they're not evil?"
"My dear child, how could anyone as sweet and innocent as you possibly think or do anything evil?"
Paula was startled to feel Dr. Muster's hand on her tit but told herself that it had simply strayed there from her upper arm as he patted her soothingly.
"But, Dr. Muster, there was a man ... I don't want to say who he was, but I let him do things and I did some things he asked me to and ... well, now he's gone and I've been suffering so, feeling that I'm the lowest kind of animal but not being able to stop the way my body reacted or the thoughts that have taken over my mind."
"Of course you haven't my dear, and no one would expect you to except a lot of blue-nosed old puritans."
"Then you don't think I'm vile and filled with corruption like it says in the Bible?"
"No, my dear, anything but." Muster's face was very close to Paula's as he spoke. She could smell his shaving lotion and somehow that added to the excitement that had been building in her all morning. And there was something else that was adding to the sexual tension and creating more dampness in the silken nest between her thighs. It was the feel of Dr. Muster's thumbs slowly rubbing across the tips of her breasts and sending little shocks jolting along her nerves even through the cloth of dress and bra.
A person can't be a complete human being without sex," Dr. Muster said. "Susie and I came to an agreement on that several years ago, that we should each have normal sex lives despite the fact that we are in the ministry, that we should enjoy sex, together and separately, for the good of our work."
Paula wasn't quite sure what Dr. Muster was saying, but his voice was wonderfully intimate and persuasive and his words seemed to be stirring her almost as much as his body.
"I'm glad you came to me with your trouble, Paula, because your very, very dear to me."
"I am dear to you?" Paula couldn't believe her ears.
"Yes, more than dear, my sweet. I haven't been able to think about anything but you for weeks." Somehow the top of Paula's dress had come unbuttoned and pulled away from her shoulders, exposing the white tops of her boobs.
Her heart was pounding wildly and her head was a giddy whirl. Feeling as though she were about to faint, she leaned more heavily against Dr. Muster. He didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, his lower belly was pushing hard against hers, and something long and hard was rubbing over her upper thighs and the plump little mound between them.
"Paula, my dear, I'm afraid I have to confess that I'm in love with you," Dr. Muster whispered as he slid a hand inside her dress and around the back to expertly unhook her bra.
"In love?" Paula gasped. "You ... you couldn't be! What about your wife? Does Susie know?"
"Don't let such things concern you," he whispered, "Susie understands me. We have an agreement, an open-ended marriage with room for growth in other relationships."
Paula didn't have the vaguest idea what he was talking about, and she was so sexually aroused that she didn't care. Her strict upbringing and the things that had been hammered into her about the sanctity of marriage had no meaning now. If Ephraim Muster said that what they were doing was all right and that his wife would understand, she was willing to take his word for it.
And it seemed Mrs. Muster was going to have a lot to understand, because Paula's bra was now off and Ephraim's hands were filled to overflowing with Paula's high, cherry-pointed titties, his fingers squeezing the resilient flesh and making shivers run up and down her spine.
"I've dared to dream of this so often when I watched you with the other young people or saw you singing in the choir. I looked for it to happen every time I saw you looking so young, so clean and so sweet." He bent his head and his lips burned a path over one quivering jug, captured the rigid red nipple and sucked on it strongly.
Erotic sensation rippled outward from the point of contact, causing Paula's knees to buckle so that she sank onto the desk behind her for support. Instantly Dr. Muster lifted her so that she was sitting on the edge, then pushed between her legs, shoving her dress up around her middle so that her bare thighs above the tops of her nylons were exposed. Since her tits were already bare, this didn't seem too important, but when she felt him bump against her crotch, she felt she had to protest.
Dr. Muster, please, you're getting me all rumpled up. You're so impetuous and ardent."
"Can you blame me when you've made me wait so long?" he whispered huskily, his mouth moving over her breasts like a swarm of locusts, kissing, licking and all but slobbering in his effort to devour them.
"Oh, ohhhh, I'm so excited I can hardly stand it," Paula panted, "but we shouldn't be doing this. Somebody might come in and I'm ... I'm afraid! I've never gone all the way."
He pushed her back on the desk so that her legs extended out on either side of him. Her dress rode high around her waist her pink panties completely exposed, sopping crotch and all. Muster pulled the narrow strip of wet material aside, parted the golden pubic hair with a long index finger and opened the soft pink lips that only one man had ever explored and he not totally. Moving the finger up and down the slippery crease, he alternately stroked the sensitive clitoris and dipped shallowly into the molten cavity at the other end.
Paula squirmed against the caressing finger, wanting what it was doing to her and more.
"Tell me what you want, my dear," Muster said, bumping his groin against her legs and sending the finger deeper into her puffy cunt. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."
"Oh no ... no, please, I can't ... I can't!" she choked, fighting against the waves of carnal pleasure that crashed through her.
"You can and you will," the hot-eyed man looming over her said. "You've got to, Paula darling, I can't stand being denied you any longer. Feel how much I need you!" The huge bulge on the front of his pants banged against her softness, and the talented finger danced in and out of her cunt.
Paula thrashed her head from side to side as a warm, melting sensation told her she was lost. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but still she protested. "Someone might come in! What would happen if someone came in?"
He looked uneasily over his shoulder. "I'll lock the door in a second, but first I want you to feel this." He took her hand and moved it to his zipper, fumbled his fly open and let his hard prick leap out against her palm. Paula sucked in her breath when she felt its size and fiery heat.
"Oh, Dr. Muster!" she gasped.
"Call me Musty, my dear. Feel that big cock and them tell me you don't want it in you, that you don't want me to show my love for you with it."
Paula's teeth were chattering, but her fingers were obediently running up and down the lengthy pole, checking the thickness and solid strength of it from the rounded nub on top to the hairy nuts from which it sprang.
"Do you feel it throbbing for you, Paula?" She nodded, unable to speak as the hot, wet knob nuzzled her palm and the urgent smell of masculine lust rose from it.
"You have made me that way, Paula," Muster said. "My love for you has been raging for so long that my prick has become a torment to me, an aching, blood-filled torment. You've got to help me, Paula. You've got to help me get rid of the pain"
Somehow it all sounded reasonable to Paula in her bemused state. If she were to blame for his torment, then it was only right for her to help him get rid of it, even if that involved doing something she had been taught was a sin.
"You will let me fuck you, won't you, darling?" Muster said in his hypnotic rumble.
"Yes; yes, yes!" Paula said in a passionate rush, "but I never have before, you know. No one has ever actually ... penetrated me."
"Then I'll be the first," Muster said, pleased.
"My dear, I am honored."
Disengaging her hand, he turned and walked to the door, glanced up and down the hallway, then closed and locked it and came back toward her.
Paula watched, mesmerized, as he opened his belt and began removing his trousers. His massive erection bobbed and swayed as he walked, and the heavy balls rising out of the forest of black pubic hair terrified her. But she couldn't move from the edge of the desk, couldn't cover her naked tits or make any effort to protect her valuable pink pussy from the reddish-tan monster advancing on it. She could no more move than could a bird hypnotized by a snake.
CHAPTER TWO
Ephraim Muster was smiling as he stepped out of his pants and shorts and draped them carefully over the back of a chair. "We won't be disturbed now, little bird. Services have started upstairs and we have a whole hour without fear of interruption by the madding crowd."
Paula nodded, but she couldn't have said a word to save her life. She was so shaken by the turn events had. taken that she could only stare in fascinated disbelief at the way this man she admired looked without his pants on. Why, he was positively animal-like! There was so much of him. His dong was so long and thick and savage-looking with its big, bulbous head and all that black hair around its base. It was so different from Jim's more modestly proportioned genitals.
"Don't be frightened," Muster said as he moved between her thighs and put a hand on each knee to push them up and out, spreading her pink fissure so wide that it showed on either side of the limp, wet string her panty crotch had become. "You must never be afraid of love, Paula. Love is what the world needs now and forever. Unless we all learn to love each other, there won't be any of us left on this earth in a few years."
Paula believed in people loving each other, in universal peace and all the other teachings of the church, but it had never entered her mind that the physical kind of love Dr. Muster was about to initiate her into was included in any of those categories.
But she couldn't take time to figure it out now. Her head was whirling with apprehension and wild anticipation as Muster crowded closer, fingered aside the narrow strip of nylon and prepared to sink the battering ram of his dick in her enslaved slit.
She whimpered a little as she felt the bigness of him push against the yielding softness of her womanhood.
"Such a sweet little cunnie, so tender and unused," Muster whispered and gripped her by the hips to hold her steady while the bulbous glans slid up and down between the well-oiled surfaces of the outer cuntlips, then spread the lesser folds between them and forced its way into the entrance of the hot, tight channel. "Remember, sweet thing, don't be afraid of love. It's all there is to make life worth living."
"I'm not afraid," Paula said and bit her lip as she felt the proud pole stretch her elastic membranes and slip in deeper. "This is love, and love is good."
Muster's breath was coming quickly now, and she could feel his hips chafing the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. But Paula didn't care as other feelings began to make themselves known, pleasurable feelings that were so much stronger than those aroused by Jim's caressing fingers when he had shoved them into her swampy cunt until they touched the hymen. He had always refused to go farther than that for fear of taking her virginity. But that prospect didn't seem to bother Dr. Muster. He seemed to be enjoying it.
"Hmmmm, I can feel the loving flesh dragging at mine and it is soooo good. Oh, baby girl, you've got. a tight, sweet cunt!"
Paula winced inwardly, wishing he wouldn't use vulgar words like that. She would have preferred romantic declarations of undying love from this saintly man, but she knew from her experience with Jim that the male of the species tended to become less eloquent and poetic under the stress of passion instead of more so, and obviously Ephraim Muster was no exception.
Huffing and puffing like a steam engine, he had now reached the barricade of the hymen. He bounced against it to test its strength and got a better grip on her butt.
"This is going to hurt a bit now, my dear," he whispered, "but remember that I love you."
"Do you, Muster, do you really?" Paula asked and thrilled to the feel of his maleness in her tight channel.
Ephraim drew back, withdrawing his shaft almost completely; then bending his middle, he drove forcefully forward until his belly and pubes were flat against hers. The blunt head of his dork burst through the thin membrane, and Paula felt a sharp, tearing pain, then a rush of hot wetness that relieved the soreness and turned it into blissful friction.
"Ah ha, it is done! The virgin is no more. I have taken my darling's precious cherry!" Ephraim said and began to fuck her with long, steady strokes.
The force felt wonderful to Paula. Everything was all right now, and she didn't think anything would ever hurt her again. The huge thing that filled and stretched her cunt was sending jolts of pleasure rocketing through her whole body. Muster grunted, and Paula's breath was a husky gasp as he lifted her and sank in deeper and deeper with each thrust. She could feel him pounding against the end of her channel, the hard head nudging the mouth of her womb while its thick length stretched the cunt walls voluptuously to make room for itself in the girlish tightness.
Reacting more from instinct than knowledge, Paula tightened the muscles of her belly convulsively and felt her cunt muscles squeeze the plunging shaft in response. Her pubic area began to revolve, and, she found she could lift upward to meet the downward strokes of the hard-fucking man.
"Oh, you sweet little darling! You delicious ex-virgin!" Muster moaned. "I'll never forget you for this, for being so good to me and just for being so good."
Paula put her hands on Muster's shoulders and pulled herself halfway erect. She was astonished when the angle brought his stroking organ into closer contact with her clitoris and sent new waves of pleasure swirling through her. Looking down past her bare; quivering titties, she watched breathlessly as the long, hard shaft stroked in and out of her blond-fringed sex, finding an extra thrill in seeking his wiry, black hair mix with her golden fur. The heavy balls that had frightened her earlier were now bumping rhythmically against the lower edge of her cunt.
"Oh, Muster, I feel so funny," Paula said, writhing with delight. "So warm and weak and ohhhh ... ohhhhh ... I've never felt like this before!"
The only answer she got was a grunt. Muster seemed far too occupied with what he was doing for conversation. Paula could understand that, because the physical joy became so intense that she seemed to be drifting off into a pink haze of delirious happiness. If this was love then Paula knew why it was so highly regarded and recommended: Her dreams and fantasies and childish fumblings with Jim had been nothing compared, to this. She wanted it to go on forever.
But it wasn't going to, she could tell that. The excruciatingly pleasurable sensations were mounting inside her, rising to a pitch that she couldn't stand. She gasped and moaned as the intolerable joy doubled and redoubled with fantastic rapidity into a crescendo of lustful emotions that blocked out all reason and reality.
Still holding on to Muster's shoulders, Paula threw her head back in an ecstasy of passion, arching her spine and shoving harder against the pounding cock. She felt the man's breath on her shaking jugs and then his lips closed over a pebble-hard nipple and sucked at it lustfully without ever a pause in his powerful thrusts or a break in his rhythm.
Paula went wild. The new sensation, added to her already reeling sense, swept her into wanton, unbridled lust. Thrusting her hips against the minister's pistoning strokes and her tit into the sucking mouth, she felt her can't ripple and tighten spasmodically.
Her orgasm burst on her like a great glowing light. She shook from head to foot and an indescribable warmth enveloped and filled her. Overwhelmed by the sheer power of it, she quivered and shook uncontrollably.
Muster made a loud clucking sound and suddenly jerked hard inside her, spilling the hot juice of his semen into her quaking cunt.
"Oh ... ohhhhhh ... OHHHHHHHHH! She was still rolling with the fury of her own completion, and the violence of his added fresh fires to hers and she ground her pelvis repeatedly against him in a renewed surge of lust.
There was a sudden loud knock on the door, and they both froze in surprise. Paula almost cried out, but Muster's hand over her mouth stiffed the sound.
"Shhh!" he whispered. "Keep quiet and they'll go away. Don't even move, or they'll hear the desk creaking. They'll be gone in just a minute."
This assurance was answered by another loud knock.
"Damn It! Damn it to hell!" Muster muttered, and somehow that shocked Paula as much as the knock on the door. Ministers just didn't swear!
"Dr. Muster, can I talk to you for a minute?" It was Jay Divan's voice, and the sound of it filled Paula with dismay. The last person in the world she'd want to know about this was the sneering, insinuating Jay.
"The little beast has probably been spying on us," Muster whispered, straightening up and withdrawing his shriveling erection from Paula's swampy channel. "Get your bra back on and button up. I'll have to talk to him or he'll really get suspicious."
Paula snatched up her bra and managed to get it on and hooked in spite of her trembling fingers while Muster wiped his slimy prick on his shorts, stuffed them out of sight in a desk drawer and pulled on-his pants. Sliding down off the desk, Paula adjusted her panties and smoothed her dress into place. She was just congratulating herself on the fact that no one could tell to look at her what she'd been doing when there was a rush of wetness from her cunt as their combined juices overflowed the coital crater and soaked the already sopping panties even more.
Instinctively she crossed her legs and pressed both hands against her crotch. "Don't open the door!" she gasped. "I'm so wet it's going to run down my legs."
"I have to open the door!" he hissed, striding toward it. "Sit down and keep quiet and he'll never notice!"
Paula barely had time to sink into a straight-backed chair beside the desk before the door was flung open and Jay was sidling into the room, grinning like an idiot.
He stopped when he saw Paula in what she was sure was pretended surprise. "Miss Swan! Well, I didn't expect to find you in here. I thought Dr. Muster was alone or I never would have bothered him."
Dr. Muster cleared his throat noisily. "However, you are here so please get on with it. What is it you want?"
Paula's hands were clutching the arms of the wooden chair so tightly that her knuckles showed white. Her heart did a flip-flop when Jay's eyes flicked over her and settled with an amused look on her lap. She tried to keep her cool, but she couldn't help glancing downward and was horrified to see a large spot of dampness where she had pressed her dress and slip against her pubes.
Surely he wouldn't know what it was! Dear God, please don't let him know what it's from!
"What is it you want, Jay?" Muster sounded irritated as the boy just stood there looking from one to the other of them wriggling his nose as he sniffed at the air.
Does he smell me? Can the odor of sex be that strong? Paula cringed at the probability and dropped her hands into her lap, hoping the'. gesture looked casual. If she could cover the damp spot, maybe that would hold in the musky smell, too.
"I sure am surprised to see you in here, Miss Swan, what with the door locked and all," Jay said. "Now some folks might think it was funny-get the wrong idea, you know-and think you was up to something. But I know better. A couple of fine, upstanding Christians like you two wouldn't never do anything funny."
"Just what was it you came to see me about?" Dr. Muster asked again.
"Uh ... well, I wanted to ask you about camp this year. My old man ain't working again and I don't have the money, but, Dr. Muster, I sure need to go," Jay said ingratiatingly. "I'm one of those kids they're always saving need to go to camp, being from a poor family that don't get along too well and having already gotten into trouble a couple of times. It's good for kids like me to get off the streets and away from bad influences"
Paula was sure that if Jay Divan was alone with the Devil, it would be Satan who found himself under a bad influence, but now was no time to say so.
"You know, they say there really aren't any bad boys, but once a fella gets a reputation ... well, the pigs kind of pick on him and so does everyone else. So that's why I want to go to camp so bad, Dr. Muster. Up there in the mountains, I'll be under the influence of good people, like you and Miss Swan."
"Well, there is a small fund set up by the church for those who can't afford to pay their own way, but-" Dr. Muster hesitated-"I'm not sure you qualify."
Jay's smile turned so sweet it was sickening. "Sure, I understand, Dr. Muster, and whatever you decide, I want you folks to know that I won't say a word about this ... I mean, about the way I found you here with the door locked and all."
"It must have been locked accidentally," Muster said. "Paula ... I mean, Miss Swan and I were going over some books and supplies we're considering buying."
"Of course," Jay said with a sly look in Paula's direction, then one at the desk. "I knew there was some kind of explanation. You must have been putting them away when I knocked. That's what took you so long to open the door and why your calendar and pen-holder are knocked over."
"Yes ... uh ... about the grant for summer camp, Jay. It is for worthy but needy boys and girls and ... ahem! I can't think of anyone more worthy and needy than you are, Jay," Dr. Muster said heartily.
"Gee, Dr. Muster, I sure thank you," the boy said. "And I thank you, too, Miss Swan. This is just great! I'm sure we'll all have a fine time." With a final smirk in Paula's direction, he turned and left the office.
"Whew! That was about as close as I like to cut it," Muster said when the door was closed again.
"Do you think he knew?" Paula asked shakily, staring down at the stain on her dress with a rising feeling of shame.
"No. He was just guessing," Muster said., "He's just a kid and a stupid kid at that."
"He's a kid in years, yes, but as my mother used to say, `He's as old as his grandfather, the Devil!' " Paula said. "And he's only dumb where book-learning and working for things are concerned. When it comes to making trouble, he's smart as a whip."
"Well, he won't make any trouble for us," Muster said, pulling her up into his arms and kissing her on the ear and throat. "After all, what did he see? A locked door and two fully dressed people behind it. I gave in on the free trip to camp just to get rid of him, not because he could prove anything."
"I guess you're right," Paula said doubtfully, then brightened. "Besides, we're in love and you said Susie would understand, so what is there to be afraid of?"
Muster looked a bit startled, then a slight frown crossed his handsome features. "Well, of course that's true ... up to a point. Susie does understand. Someday I'll tell you just how understanding. You see, I had some bad luck at a couple of other churches. and this might be my last chance to make good. I can't afford to have any scandal get out that would keep me from succeeding Dr. Johnson now that the old boy is getting so doddering."
Paula didn't think Dr. Johnson was a bit doddering, merely getting along a little, and he was so kind and good that she didn't think it was very nice of Muster to talk that way about replacing him. And what did that remark about Susie and his "friends" mean? Who were they? More importantly, why hadn't he mentioned marriage?
"But let's not worry about all that right now, my dear. We are alone and in love so let's take advantage of the moments we have."
"But, Muster, It's important that we talk about these things."
He wasn't listening, He had walked her around behind his desk, and now he sat down in his big chair and pulled her into his lap. His. mouth closed over hers, silencing further protest.
For a moment Paula resisted, thinking that before this went any further, they should have an understanding. But then several things began to happen that made her forget all about such things. First Muster's lips nibbled and sucked at hers, his tongue circling her mouth, dipping in and out, a hot insistent invader that licked the roof of her mouth and tasted the inner surfaces of her cheeks. The other thing was even more intimate. As soon as her bottom had touched his legs, his hand had slipped up the inside of her thigh, fingers gliding over sleek nylon and then velvety-soft skin.
Paula felt the return of the warm, quivery feeling she had experienced earlier, felt the hotness of her wet pussy plastered against the dripping crotchband of her panties and knew passion was going to override everything else. Only one thing mattered-the excitement generated by Muster's fingers as they slipped under the elastic and once more moved caressingly over and between the slippery lips of love.
"Such a sweet little cunnie, just made for a man's cock," Muster whispered in her ear, and even his use of the words didn't bother her now. It seemed right that he should refer to .his penis as a cock and her vagina as a cunt. She just wished it was his cock instead of his fingers that were in her. Fingers were for little girls, cocks were for women, and Paula was feeling very much like a woman.
"Take your panties off," Muster said as though reading her mind. "I want to fuck you again."
A torrid thrill shot through Paula, and her heart pounded madly as without hesitation she balanced herself on his knees and skinned the saturated garment down and off, letting it drop to the floor.
"That's my good girl," Muster husked, sliding down his zipper and freeing his newly swollen prick. "And this is what good girls get as a reward."
Paula stared with the same fascination she had felt before. It was so big, so hard and so red. It was also faintly sticky from having been in her and smelled as much of her as she did of him. But that wasn't important since it was going right back in where it had been before.
"Turn and face me," Muster instructed and helped her in maneuvering around until her legs were on either side of him, dress pushed up above her waist and golden-fleeced treasure fully exposed. "You'll like it this way. It's one of my favorite positions. I recommend it for cramped spaces and hurried couplings, but also because it feels so good."
Cramped spaces and hurried couplings? What an odd thing to say. Surely he and Susie have a bed at home and can take all night if they want to. Or is he talking about someone other than his wife? No, that can't be! He said he loves me! I'll have to think about it. later. Right now....
"Hurry, please, hurry," she urged as he lifted her with his hands under her thighs and. guided her toward the towering pole of his erection.
Paula reached a hand out and closed it around the bottom of the giant stalk, holding it steady and pointing its head slightly downward so it was aimed' directly at her pink split. She sucked in her breath as she felt the bulging glans force the tender cuntlips apart and burrow between them. Thrilling to the stretching sensation as the knobby tip forged deeper and deeper into her sex nest, she rolled her hips and caused the gelatinous flesh to revolve around the inflamed dong.
"Hey, where did you learn to do that?" Muster gasped.
"I don't know," Paula said. "Just instinct, I guess. It just seemed to come natural."
Muster chuckled. "If I didn't know for sure that you were a virgin when you came in here ... ah well, I guess you must be a natural-born passionate woman and that's going to make it real nice, especially during the two weeks at Mountain Grove."
"But I wasn't going;" Paula said, wondering why everything looked so fuzzy and blurred, then realizing that her voice was slurred, too, almost as though she were drunk.
"But you are now aren't you?" Muster said, taking his hands from under her and closing them around her throbbing bubbies so he could squeeze and knead them as she rocked back and forth on his thick staff. "You have to go now so we can be together, deliciously together day and night."
"But Susie will be there, too," Paula said thickly, rotating in wider and wider circles while she slid up and down the great rod that impaled her.
"I told you Susie understands, so don't worry about it. Just make sure you get to camp so we can be together."
"All right," Paula said, knowing she wasn't thinking very clearly. Her main reason for not going to camp this year had been because she didn't want to risk sexual involvement due to the highly charged emotional state she was in, and here she was agreeing to go because she knew she would be sexually involved. But, of course, with her beloved Muster taking care of her sexual needs she wouldn't have to be afraid of not being able to control herself around the boys and male counselors. That made everything all right.
There would be no more nights of lying awake tossing and turning, her body wet with the sweat of unrequited lust. From now on, there would be this hard maleness to fill her whenever she wanted and needed it.
"Oh, Muster, darling, I love you so much ... so very, very much," she mumbled and put her arms around his neck, sinking all the way down on his trapped prick and flexing her strong cunt muscles around the imprisoned flesh. She felt the head pushing against the sensitive entrance to her womb and delighted in the marvelous friction in her well-oiled depths that drenched her senses with pleasure so intense she could have died.
"Paula, my dear, you must have learned to fuck in some previous existence. Were you a sexy Egyptian queen or a man-eating Roman empress in your former lives?"
Paula giggled. "No. I suspect I was just a silly Sunday school teacher in Egypt and Rome just like I am now. I probably worked in a chariot repair shop and fell in love with the local priest, or whatever."
"Perhaps, but whoever taught you, I'm grateful," Muster groaned, lifting up off the chair in his efforts to thrust deeper into the delicious torment of her tightness.
"Yes, yes, yes," Paula said, feeling as though she were riding a gigantic wave of pleasure, being rocked and battered by it, buffeted and nearly drowned, gasping desperately for air and knowing that the final crash onto the beach might utterly destroy her but still unwilling to give up one iota of the terrifying excitement or to seek shelter and safety in calmer water.
"Oh man! God damn!" Muster was bouncing on the chair, holding Paula with his hands on her waist, shoving her downward to meet his every upward thrust.
Paula clung to him desperately to keep from being bucked off, flexing her internal muscles around the churning phallus, squeezing it with cock-hungry fury as though she intended to strangle and choke the life. from it. And she was doing just that. It pulsed and throbbed inside her, giving up its life and bleeding into her hot and wet.
"You really do it, angel. You really milk a man of his all!" Muster gasped with a long, shuddering sigh.
It certainly felt as though she had milked him of his all. There was another flood of semen gushing into her, a jet stream of scalding, gooey juice. And the spasming man-meat was sending such electric shocks of ecstasy through her body that a frantic pulsing started in her pink-tipped pussy, making the beginning her second orgasm of the morning.
Paula pumped up and down, her thighs tight around the man's waist as she rubbed and ground her pelvis against his. She could feel the wiry, black pubic hair mingling with the silken gold of hers, feel the massive nuts bruising the lower edge of her sex, feel the massive shaft stroking her clitoris into violent erotic explosion.
She was hanging onto Muster with both arms and legs as the shattering climax vibrated fiercely through her. If she hadn't been hanging on, she'd have flown apart or at least have been thrown onto the floor as Muster's powerful thrusts continued to jolt her vigorously right on through both their orgasms.
"That ... that was great," Muster panted between great gulps of air. His hands loosened their grip on her and fell to his sides while Paula sagged limply against him, her pussy gradually relaxing as its spasming tapered off.
Paula's head fell onto his shoulder, her hair tumbling around her face. She could smell the sweat of lust on her damp skin and the stronger scent of sex juices that dripped from her quivering can't, but she didn't care. She felt so warm and wanted that nothing else mattered. It would have been all right with her to stay right where she was for the rest of the day, her body fully available to Muster for as often as he wanted to use it, but in a few minutes he glanced at his watch and sighed.
"Paula, my dear, this has been wonderful. You've made me the proudest, happiest man in the world, but all good things must come to an end"
Paula stared dreamily at him through the shower of golden hair. "Must they, my darling lover ... my husband?"
"Ahem! Yes, well, I do have a sermon to preach tonight, my dear. Dr. Johnson is handling the morning services this week, so I must do the evening. And in order to be at my best, I must go home and meditate, consult my muse, as they say, before preaching."
"Oh, I understand, Ephraim darling," Paula said, but she didn't understand at all. She didn't want to be separated from her beloved for even a moment, and she couldn't see why he did but she knew she'd have to abide by his wishes.
She climbed off him, somewhat unsteadily, and was surprised to find how weak and shaky she still felt as she picked her panties up off the floor and struggled into them. The cold wetness of the nylon against the hot wetness of her pubes was-uncomfortable and the sticky mess on her inner thighs made her long for a warm shower.
Dr. Muster cleaned himself up with a fresh white handkerchief and smiled at Paula as he zipped himself up. "We're going to have a marvelous two weeks together, my dear. I guarantee it."
Paula nodded, but doubt was beginning to nag at her. Had he really said anything about marriage, or had she just imagined it? She wished she could remember every word that had been said on this memorable morning so that she could put it all down in her diary, but the emotional impact had been so great that the actual words escaped her. Had she just assumed the marriage part? Assumed, it because she knew a man of Ephraim's high standards and essential decency wouldn't take advantage of a young woman he didn't intend to marry? But he had taken advantage of her or simply done her a favor? Paula was ashamed of such thoughts. Of course he intended to marry her! He just needed time to break the news to, Susie who, he had assured her, would understand perfectly.
While she as straightening her clothes and brushing back her hair, Paula suddenly remembered her promise to counsel with Barb Randall. She glanced at her watch and saw that she'd have to hurry to get home, shower and have lunch before the girl showed up.
Ephraim Muster was not one to delay a parting guest. In fact, it seemed to Paula that he couldn't wait to get rid of her, hurrying her to the door with a hand on her elbow and sending her on her way with the briefest of kisses and a vague promise of seeing her soon.
His behavior bothered Paula, but she didn't have time to dwell on it for long because as she left the building and headed across the parking lot, she saw Jay Divan, Mike Randall and another boy loitering nearby. She thought she heard snickering as she walked stiffly past them, but when she turned and glanced back, they seemed to be deep in conversation and totally unaware of her. The thought that they might be discussing her, speculating on what she'd been doing in Dr. Muster's office, made her cheeks flame and sent her scurrying faster toward the protection of her car. She felt safe only after she had gunned the engine into life and pulled out into the homeward-bound traffic.
CHAPTER THREE
Once at home and in the shower, Paula began to have misgivings and an attack of guilt. Consciously, she could rationalize her actions on the grounds that times had changed, but the inner woman-the part of her that had been raised on a diet of strict, unyielding virtue and rigid self-control-had problems facing up to what she had done that morning.
"And right in the Sunday school too! Wallowing in lust with a man right in the house of God!" her mother would have said, and her father would have been equally shocked and enraged.
But none of this would have happened if they had been alive, if they hadn't died so suddenly in that boating accident four years ago.
How could I have let him do that? She raged at herself while fixing a sandwich she knew she wouldn't be able to eat. I'm soiled ... dirty ... filthy! Jim at least never did that to me! Poor, sweet Jim, he certainly wasn't any match for Ephraim in any department, especially not in the size of his cock. My God, I'm still thinking about it with pleasure! How can I be so vile? I've been despoiled, and all I can think about is how good it felt to have him in me!
But then she turned defiant as she went back to the bedroom and slipped into fresh undies and a clean dress. What's the difference between doing it and thinking about it day arid night? Is it any more of a sin to do .something than to dream about it all the time? Doesn't the Bible say that looking on a neighbor with lust is the same as sinning with him? And I've been looking on every male neighbor with lust for months! All I've done now is channel all my lust at one man. Being monogamous in reality is better than being promiscuous in your thoughts, isn't it? She didn't get any answer, but she had a feeling that neither her mother nor her father was satisfied with that kind of reasoning in, whatever sterile heaven they inhabited.
She started back to the kitchen just as the doorbell rang. Gratefully she went to answer it, shoving her problems to the back of her mind so she could concentrate on what was troubling Barb. She opened the door, prepared to greet the girl with a warm, big-sisterly smile, and found herself staring into the insolent, leering face of Jay Divan.
"Hi Teach. Guess who?" the boy said.
"What are you doing here?" Paula demanded coldly.
"Barb couldn't make it, so I came in her place," he said. "You said in class that you'd keep the whole afternoon free for counseling, and since she couldn't come, I'm taking her time."
"No. I told you if you needed help to go to Dr. Muster," Paula said uneasily.
"Is that what you were getting in Muster's office this morning?" he asked with a lewd grin.
"That's none of your business," she said, willing her voice to come out firm and dignified but knowing it sounded shaky and unsure. "I invited Barb here for counseling, not you, do run along and quit bothering me."
"No, Teach, that won't do," he said, crowding against the arm she had barring the door. "I need counseling, too-the same kind you got from Muster-boy-and I intend to get it."
His hand went to his crotch and fondled a growing erection. At her gasp of horror, he thrust forward in a gesture so obscene that Paula backed away, letting go of the door without thinking.
That was all Jay needed. He forced his way in and kicked the door shut behind him, then turned and slipped on the latch. "Mere, now it'll be nice and private, Teach."
"You get out of here this minute!" Paula hissed, backing away from him in fear. "You have no right to come barging in here!"
"Sure I have," he said, advancing on her slowly. "You invited me. Everybody in class will swear to that, and after they hear what I saw in Muster's office, they'll know why."
"You're lying!" I didn't invite you and you didn't see anything!" Paula had backed up until she was trapped into a corner of the room and couldn't get to the phone without darting past him. "If you don't leave right now, I'll scream and the neighbors will call the police."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said harshly. "Because if you do, everybody in town is gonna hear about you and old Muster, and I won't leave out one spicy detail."
Paula sucked in her breath and let it out slowly, telling herself to be calm. "Nobody would believe you."
"No? Don't bet on it! Enough people will believe to get you kicked out of teaching Sunday school and for old Muster to lose his job as assistant minister. And Muster's in a bad spot and can't afford that. He's been kicked out of two or three other churches already."
"I don't believe it!"
"You'd better believe it, because I got it straight from the horse's mouth," Jay said. "He's been mixed up in hanky-pantry in every church he's served in. He was almost excommunicated a couple of times for horsing around with young ;girls. Why do you think a big-city minister like him would come to a piss-poor little church like this in such an out-of-the-way town if there was any place else for him to go?"
Paula kept shaking her head. She didn't believe it. It was all just a pack of filthy lies this horrible boy was making up to hurt her. "How would you know that? Are you trying to tell me you're in the confidence of the church elders?"
Jay laughed mockingly. "No, not the church elders, Teach. But I've got an in with Mrs. Bates. She tells me lots of things when we're in bed screwing while her old man is working his butt off down at the hardware store."
Paula stared at him as though he'd suddenly grown two heads. Betty Bates and this dirty-minded little boy? Of course Betty was much younger than Elmer, lively and pretty and always flirting, but surely she wouldn't take up with this punk kid!
"So that's why you don't want to get your boy friend fired," Jay said. "If he gets in trouble sexwise again, that's the end of the line! He'll end up selling apples on the corner if anyone will trust him with the apples."
Paula felt sick. If Betty had told Jay any of this during their ... no, she didn't believe that part of it either! But even if she did screw Jay, as he put it, the information she passed on to titillate him had to be based an rumor or outright lies. Ephraim Muster just couldn't have done things like that! He couldn't have been involved with young girls at other churches! Then his words came back to her. "I recommend it for cramped spaces and hurried couplings," and "Susie understands about me and my little friends." She had puzzled over what he had said at the time, but now it all seemed clear enough. She had given her trust and her virginity to a man who left a trail of deflowered virgins at every church at which he served.
Jay was grinning in triumph at the expression on Paula's face. "I thought that would get you. Now you see how important it is that I don't spread the word about you and Muster."
"You wouldn't anyway," Paula spat. "In the first place, you didn't see anything, and in the second no one would take your word against ours!"
The boy's head jerked back and he laughed as though genuinely amused. "You are a dreamer, Teach! Not only did I see plenty, but I had two witnesses!"
Cold fingers of fear crept around Paula's heart as she recalled seeing Jay and the two other boys standing out near the parking lot.
"You guessed, didn't you?" he asked, taking another step toward her. "You saw me and Sammy and Mike when you left, but you should have seen us earlier when we spied on you and old Muster through the keyhole."
Paula clutched at her throat, feeling as though she, were sinking in a quagmire of dread. "I ... no, I don't believe you. Mike Randall is a good boy. He wouldn't do a thing like that, and if he saw anything accidentally, he wouldn't tell."
"Yeah, Mike's a goody-goody type, but he's got a thing for you ... a grand passion I guess you'd call it, and now he's jealous and mad at you. He figures if you'd fuck an old bastard like Muster, you ain't worth worrying about."
"You're making all this up! There wasn't any thing to see!"
"Wasn't there? How about that old motherfucker sittin' in that chair and opening his pants and taking his pecker out? I saw that cute pink bottom of yours riding up and down while you shagged his big dong almost off. Don't worry, Teach, I saw plenty!" aula could no longer doubt that he had. His description was too accurate to be a guess. She walked past him to the couch and sat down, too miserable even to be frightened. Jay had taken her beautiful dream of love and eventual marriage and smashed it until nothing remained but public disgrace for her and dismissal for Muster.
"You see, I wasn't fooled a bit when I knocked on the door and Muster let me in. Hell, I could smell that fishy sex smell right away, and the look on your face was a dead giveaway. Old Muster now, he was pretty cool, but you let a spot on your dress psyche you out. Hey, I'll bet if you hadn't sat down, you'd have had jism running down your legs into your shoes!"
Paula shuddered. Every word hit her like a physical blow, hurting and stinging as though they were stones of the sort thrown at adulteresses in Biblical times.
"Yeah, and you two were so fuck-hungry I knew you'd go right back to it as soon as I left, so I ran and got Mike and Sammy and we took turns looking through the keyhole. We saw everything from his finger teasing your pretty little cunnie to you rocking on that hard cock after it was buried to the balls in your hot twat!"
Paula looked up at him, her blue eyes brimming with tears. "What ... what do you want? What will it take to keep you quiet?"
His black eyes mocked her, showing no sign of pity or sympathy. "Not much, Teach. Buying my silence won't cost you much ... matter-of-fact, you'll never even miss it."
The faint ray of hope his words aroused faded and died as she saw the expression on his face. Fear tightened her throat, and she could barely manage to choke. "W-what do you want?"
"I wanna fuck you," he said bluntly. "I've been waiting for a chance like this ever since you started putting on that pussy show for us every Sunday."
Paula opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The thought of this despicable boy wanting to make love to her was horrifying and sickening. And to know that she had brought it on herself by her display of flesh, however unintentional, was even worse.
"So that's the deal, Teacher. You and me fuck and I keep the guys quiet. We don't fuck and all three of us talk."
"Oh, no, no, no!" Paula cried and buried her face in her hands.
"What's so bad? You dig cock. Well, I got cock, more and better cock than you ever seen. Hell, you been settling for second-rate stuff with that old shit Muster. You're an easy lay and now you got a chance to fuck something young and alive ... what's so bad about that?"
Paula looked up at him and her lip curled. "I'll tell you what's wrong with it! Not only am I not an 'easy lay' but even if I were, I'd still find you completely and utterly despicable and repulsive."
Anger flashed across his face, and he reached out and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back on the couch. "Now, you listen to me, you stuck-up bitch! You cunt-flaunting, prick-teasing, holier-than-thou whore! Either you're gonna spread those white thighs and open that cunt for my cock or you're gonna be known as the biggest pushover in town! Everyone will hear how you waved your cunt around while you were supposed to be teaching Sunday school, tool Every guy in the class will know that's true, so they'll believe the rest of it, too."
The prospect of the rest of her class hearing such awful things about her and believing them, as Mike Randall apparently already believed them, was appalling, but Paula knew it was her own fault. Driven by desperate needs, unable to control the overpowering lust that had been consuming, her, she had shown herself to those boys and now her sins were catching up with her. Once it became known what she had done, people would believe anything Jay accused her of.
"Look, bitch ... look at this!" Jay jerked her head around by yanking at the golden strands of hair he still held. "See what you're gonna get! Don't that make your cunt water?"
He had unzipped himself and his stubby but very thick shaft bobbed right in front of her face. Paula stared at it with fear and disgust.
Jay yanked at her hair again, dragging her face closer to she could feel the heat of his genitals and smell the heavy musk of his none-too-clean flesh. "You want cock so much you fuck old men, so what's wrong with mine?"
Paula tried to turn her head away, but the boy held it steady and laughed at her. "Don't try to fool me with that prissy pursed-lip look! Just make up your mind ... what's it gonna be, a few quiet fucks for Jay or Teacher's name dragged in the mud in the church and all over town?"
"I ... I...." What could she do? This boy could ruin not only her life but the Musters' as well. Whether she loved Ephraim or not, did she have a right to bring down disgrace and dismissal on his head? Was it fair that he lose his promising career, that all the good he could do in modernizing and liberalizing the church should go down the drain just because she couldn't put the welfare of others above her own narrow concept of morality?
"Make up your mind, I'm getting tired of waiting," Jay growled, shoving forward so his hot maleness rubbed against her cool cheek.
Paula jumped but didn't try to pull away. She told herself she didn't because she knew it was useless to struggle with this hulking brute of a boy, but something down deep inside her whispered "Liar!" and she became aware of a dampening between her thighs and a faint throbbing in the depths of her easily aroused pussy.
"You're gonna do it, ain't you?" He grinned down at her, letting go of her hair and kneeling on the couch between her knees. "You're gonna, let me do anything I want to you, right?"
Feeling utterly helpless, unable to resist or even protest, Paula nodded in dumb misery.
"Sure, I knew you would. I've known it all along. And; I know something else. You're telling yourself that you're doing it 'cause you want to keep old Muster out of trouble, but that ain't the real reason. The real reason is this...." He leaned against her, forcing her backward, and his hand darted between her legs. His fingers closed on the mound of her sex and squeezed. "This is the real reason, this hot cunt that's never happy but when it's filled with cock!"
Paula wished she could crawl through the floor, sink into a deep, dark sea and never be seen again. But her body was betraying her. Even this crude young savage could excite her, even the vicious way he was digging his fingers into the tender love flesh seemed capable of arousing her.
Shame filled her and showed on her face as she sank down helplessly, letting her thighs spread so he could settle down with her.
"You slut! You whore ... you prick-teasing whore!" he whispered, his hands moving feverishly all over her body. "God, you're built like a brick shithouse with tile floors!"
He forced her thighs wider, shoving her dress up out of the way so he could gloat over the nylon-clad legs stretched out on either side of him. His rough hands moved over her rounded knees, ran up the underside to touch the warm, white flesh above the stockings and pushed under her panties to prod at the soft, hairy mound until he found the tightlipped furrow that lay there.
"Ahhh, it's tight, nice and tight. Mrs. Bates is loose compared to you." He rammed two fingers into her with no regard for tender flesh.
Paula winced and whimpered. "Please ... don't be cruel. Do whatever you want, but don't hurt me."
Jay laughed and twisted his fingers in the silky hair that covered her pussy. "Why shouldn't I hurt you? Give me one good reason. Don't you think I used to hurt sitting there in that stupid class, listening to the crap you were dishing out and watching this golden snatch peek at me? How do you think my cock felt knowing that I could look but not touch! It hurt! It hurt like hell! All the dudes' cocks were hurting!"
"Oh, I'm so ashamed ... so ashamed!" she moaned.
"You should be," he, said and twisted harder.
Paula screamed and tried to scramble away, but the hulking youth pinned her easily with his superior weight and rocked her head with a stinging slap in the face. "Shut up or you'll really get hurt!"
"All right! All right, I'll do anything you say!" Paula babbled almost hysterically. "Just don't hurt met Please don't hurt met"
"Then keep your mouth shut and strip!" he ordered. "Get those clothes off or I'll rip them off!"
He eased off her so she could sit up, and trembling with fear and something else she considered so vile she wouldn't even name, Paula tugged her dress over her head and her slip along with it. Jay watched her while he stripped off his shirt and pants, his eyes moving like sticky fingers over the stocking and garter belt, panties and bra. Paula stared back at him as he knelt naked between her thighs, his brutish genitals rising from a thick mass of black hair, hair that extended up his belly and onto his chest, making him look more like an ape than a human being, with his long arms and heavily muscled legs.
Loathing for him rose like bile in her throat, but there was also an underlying fascination, some horrible pleasure in his animal-like appearance, some dreadful attraction to the savage body that matched the primitive mind.
"I want that off, too!" he growled and twisted his fingers in the elastic between her bra cups, yanking until it snapped painfully and came off. "I want you buck-naked, bitch!"
Paula was half sobbing from pain and despair at the sick excitement that was rising steadily inside her as he ripped and tore her panties to shreds.
"Man, you better be good! You better be worth all this or it's gonna go hard with you! I waited a long time to ball you and you better crack my nuts good!"
"I ... I'll do the best I can," Paula said with a meekness that disgusted her.
He snorted and took hold of her legs by the calves, lifting and spreading them wide so he could stare into her partially opened cunt from close range.
"Ha! Look at that gash! I can see it better now than I could in class, Teach. You wanted. me to look so now I will." He used his thumbs to open the hair-adorned labia and expose the slippery slabs of pink-jellied flesh. "Hey, this is fun! I've had me a lot of girls and some grown women, too, but I ain't never had me a female I could do anything I wanted to before. This is gonna be a real groove!"
Paula cringed at the undignified position he was holding her in as well as at the implication of his words, but nevertheless was aware that everything he did or said stirred some perverse element in her that she hadn't dreamed existed.
I hate him! I hate this vicious, nasty little beast but I can't help getting excited! There's something wrong with me! I'm sick ... disgusting!
"You think this will fit?" he asked, bouncing the hard pole of his maleness against the inside of her thighs. "Will this fat prick fit in your tight cunt or will it have to make a new hole for itself?"
Paula looked at the bloated brownish stalk, the bared glans such a deep. dark red that it almost seemed to glow purple. The Devil must have a cock like that! she thought wildly as she tried to control the urgent need, the vile lust that was taking over her body.
He dropped her legs, letting them fall limply while he inched up higher between them until he could rub the blunt-nosed weapon over her upper belly. "Feel how hard that is, chick? Don't you wish it was in you?"
Paula watched the burning rod roll back and forth across her middle, saw it indent the soft flesh with uncaring arrogance and told herself she hated the dirty male thing that was soiling her with its brutal touch.
He leaned over and took the corpulent dong in his hand, guiding it up over her midriff to butt against the under curve of her tits and then ram up between them and lie there throbbing hotly.
"I like that," he said and crushed her tits together to make a tunnel around his prick. "Hey, that's almost as good as a cunt! I'll bet if I was to come right now, I'd shoot jism all over your face. How would you like that, Sunday school girl? You want to drown in hot cum?"
She closed her eyes and tried to shut his words out of her consciousness. He was driving her crazy, but she didn't want him to know it. She was burning with lust and in spite of herself; her thighs began to writhe and her snatch oozed honey.
"You're getting hot," he said, fucking his prick slowly in and out of the improvised channel. "You want my cock in your cunt now, don't you? Well, you can wait, just like I had to wait. It's my turn to torment you, Miss Priss. I'm in no hurry to come. You know what I did before I came here? I went behind the church and jacked off so I could hold out for a while. I knew I could get you begging for it!"
Paula looked up at him pleadingly. She was sickened by her lust but unable to fight it. "Please ... please."
"Please what, Teach? What is it you want me to do, holy girl? Come on, say the word! I want to see those pink lips wrapped around a dirty word."
"No, please, don't make me say it! Just do it!"
"No way! Either you ask for it or you don't get it," he said, rolling his torrid shaft between her bunched-up tits. "I can get my jollies right here."
"Oh God, I can't stand it. I can't stand it!" Paula moaned, biting her lips and rolling her head from side to side. "Please, please!"
"No! Say it or get a face full of cum!"
Paula looked at the drooling, pulsing, purple-headed monster so close to her chin and knew she didn't have long to decide. She clenched her jaw and forced the words past her reluctant lips, hurling them at him defiantly.
"Fuck me! Damn you, you little bastard, fuck me! Put your cock in my cunt and fuck my ass off!"
"That's more like it!" he chortled triumphantly. "The bitch in you will override the lady every time before I'm through with you!"
"Hurry, Hurry!" Paula gasped as he backed down her body, letting his rigid mace drag along her skin and flay her carnal senses raw. She bucked her groin up at him and groped for the distended organ.
"Man, are you cock-hungry!" he said evading her grasp and shoving his shaft roughly between the aching, lusting lips but not far enough in to do her any good.
Paula was slobbering in her excitement. She couldn't control her body even though there was a part of her, mind that was cool and rational, sitting back and passing judgment as it observed her behavior with contempt.
Jay watched her face as he thrust in an inch or two and pulled out again. "You really want it, don't you? What would you do to get it?"
"Anything!" she sobbed. "I'd do anything!"
"Good. Remember that. A time will come when I'll hold you to it, but right now, I'm gonna give it to you for free."
He braced himself and plunged deep into her palpitating passageway, and Paula moaned her joy at being filled so savagely.
"Good ... oh, goooood! Harder! Give me! Give me more!" She raised her ass off the couch and reared up to force him in deeper.
"Just shut up and fuck!" Jay growled and slammed into her harder than before.
Paula didn't even hear him. Her whole body was on fire, and she arched her back and rolled on the penetrating hose, wanting the nozzle to reach the source of the fire and put it out.
There was no gentleness in Jay, but she had known there wouldn't be. His prong was used like a weapon, not an instrument of love. He was like a flaming torment, battering at her with no thought or care for her pleasure, interested only in using her to please himself. Far from being offended, Paula's body loved it. Her sensitive soul was offended, but her body gloried in the pounding, grinding male who was assaulting and conquering it.
"More ... more ... more," she chanted.
For an answer he grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her down flat on the couch, driving into her mercilessly, beating at her until her head flopped and rolled like a rag doll's.
She ground her pelvis back at him and tried to shove her boobs clear through his hairy chest. Her thighs came up around his flanks and churned against them as she pivoted on her hips to revolve her clutching cunt around his relentless cock.
"Sweet Jesus, where'd you learn how to do that?" Jay groaned. "I feel like I'm being squeezed in a velvet vise!"
Paula strained to reach around him and sank her fingernails into his rump, urging him to greater fury, wanting him to pierce her to the maximum degree. She lifted him upward with the sheer frenzy of her passion, all the time revolving her pelvis and rocking him against her pubes.
Jay grunted suddenly and she felt the pulsing of his rod, then the spurt of semen spraying her fiery depths.
Paula screeched and rolled wildly under the boy. Her burning twat started to throb, then to spasm and she followed him over the top, sobbing and pounding her head on the cushions as her orgasm shook her with frightening fierceness.
When it was over, Jay pulled away and left her staring at the ceiling in helpless shame. Now that the lust was gone, there was nothing left but the knowledge that she had wallowed in filth, and humiliation and a feeling of debasement washed over her. Dry sobs wracked her body, and she rolled over and buried her face in the cushions, wishing she were dead.
"Get your ass up off that couch!" Jay's voice commanded harshly and his hand whacked stingingly against her buttcheeks. "This time we fuck in the bedroom! You don't think you can bribe me with one lousy quickie, do you? Hell, I'm gonna fuck you until you pass out!"
Holding her hand on her smarting bottom, Paula got to her feet and stood trembling as though intending to defy him. But the sight of his hairy, brutish body defeated her. Nodding her head submissively, she turned and trotted naked into the bedroom ahead of him.
CHAPTER FOUR
During the week following her defilement by Jay Divan, Paula lived in a daze, a hurt, shame-filled fog of self-disgust. For two days she thought seriously about suicide as she went about her work like an automaton. But gradually the idea of suicide faded into the back of her mind. After all, even the most degraded of human beings could redeem themselves. Hadn't one of the women in the Bible been a prostitute and later on became almost saintly? Yes, that was the thing to do-redeem herself. She would rededicate herself and work hard to atone for her transgression by leading a life of service in the future. And in a way, what she had done with that horrible boy had been mostly for Ephraim, to protect his reputation and career. Surely that was a, point in her favor. Yes, she'd go to Mountain Grove and keep herself so busy and so tired that she wouldn't have time to even think about sex.
With her resolve held firmly in mind, Paula got through the next few days fairly well. She had to train the girl who would do her work while she was gone, shop on lunch hours, do laundry and housekeeping chores in the evenings. She drove herself hard and refused to think about anything but how she was going to atone for her sins, what a good counselor she was going to be at camp and how much help she was going to be to dear Dr. Muster and Susie in their efforts to make Mountain Grove a success and turn it into a real experience in Christian living for the young people.
It was the nights that gave her trouble. All night long she tossed and turned in spite of her physical weariness. She needed sleep but sleep eluded her, and when it finally did come, it was so troubled with dreams and disturbing sexual fantasies as to be virtually worthless.
By the time Paula drove up to Mountain Grove on Sunday afternoon, she was drawn and pale, with dark circles under her eyes and a haunted look in their blue-gray depths. She had ducked out fast after Sunday school, using the excuse that she had to pack to avoid attending services and having to face Ephraim. It would be bad enough to have him see her this way at camp.
But that didn't turn out to be the problem she had to face first when she got to Mountain Grove. The Musters hadn't arrived yet. There was no one there, in fact, but the cook and the college boy hired as lifeguard. Mrs. Clark was a slovenly-looking woman women in her early sixties, and her sweat-stained housedress and stringy gray hair made her look like anything but the "gem" Mr. Muster had proclaimed her. Steve Tarbel was down by the stream, apparently checking out the safety of the swimming-boating area.
Paula decided she'd better start checking the cabins and setting up sleeping assignments and was on her way to do so when Joe Boggs came chugging up in his old wreck of a car with Olive Mills on the front seat beside him. Joe was a tall, skinny man in his early forties with a prominent Adam's apple and a nasty habit of chewing tobacco and letting a few drops dribble down his chin.
"Hi," Joe said, piling out of the car. "Dr. Muster said to tell you he and the missus would be up in a day or two. Until they get here, he says you're in charge." He dragged out a beat-up old suitcase tied with rope but made no effort to help Olive with her three matched pieces. "I'm going to my cabin and get a little shut-eye. Had a busy night last night, getting ready for camp." He grinned and winked, making it plain he had spent the night carousing, and ambled off with an air of total unconcern about the operation of the retreat.
Paula stared after him with gathering apprehension. He was going to be about as much use as a ten-year-old. Then she turned back to Olive who stood in the middle of her three suitcases looking helplessly at the one which had come open and spilled clothes out all around her. Olive's lower lip was trembling and her pale-blue eyes misting. In about one minute the girl was going to start blubbering. Paula didn't think she could stand that.
"Come on, Olive," she said, "I'll help you pick up your things and then you can help me with the cabin arrangements. I think we ought to have them set up before the boys and girls arrive."
Olive's lip thrust out in a pout. "Do I have to go to work already? I saw Stevie down by the lake and he promised to take me for a ride on his motorcycle."
Paula was down on her hands and knees gathering up the other girl's clothes, and she looked up at her in irritation. "Well, do you mind helping me pick up your clothes before you go?"
"No, I guess not," the sallow-faced Olive said, then giggled and pointed. "Stevie's waving. I gotta go, Miss Swan. Put these in whatever cabin you assign me to. See you later!"
She went loping off toward the boy, almost tripping in her eagerness to get to him. Paula was seething as she picked up the rest of the girl's belongings and stuffed them in the suitcase. Nothing was going right. She really shouldn't resent poor Olive's small pleasure. Steve Tarbel's interest in her would fade quickly when the other younger, prettier girls arrived, and the stoop-shouldered, awkward Olive would be on the outside looking in again. But this just showed how irresponsible she was and how incompetent to deal with any problem that might arise. Olive and Joe Boggs were a fine pair to trust with the welfare of young people.
Paula sighed as she closed the suitcase and looked around at the camp. It really was a wonderful setting for a youth retreat. The forested glade was fragrant and lovely, set on the banks of a fairly wide stream that had been damned to form a deep pool for swimming and rowboating. The cabins were well built and once had been quite snug, but now they were in need of repair, as was the main building with its , communal dining room and administrative office. Once when the church had had a larger, more affluent congregation, considerable amounts had been spent on Mountain Grove, but lately with rising unemployment cutting down contributions the budget wouldn't stretch to cover things like summer camp. It was a shame it had to happen now just when young people seemed to need the inspiration and renewal of faith such gatherings provided.
But maybe things would be better this year. Ephraim Muster was such a dynamic man that perhaps he could hold it all together and make it a meaningful experience for all of them. Being in charge until he and Susie got here was quite a responsibility and she decided she'd better quit moping around and get things organized.
She did her best, but nothing was completely ready when the bus arrived from town bringing almost forty laughing, shouting young people. It was absolute bedlam for a while, but Paula finally got them assigned five and six to a cabin with either a counselor or the oldest occupant in charge of each group to make sure bunks were made up, rules and schedules posted and read aloud before supper. By that time, Mrs. Clark was complaining bitterly about lack of help in the kitchen, and Paula had to select "volunteers" from among the campers for K.P. duty. When everything had finally been attended to-everybody fed, dishes done, camp-fire vespers concluded, paperwork completed, quarrels settled and a last patrol made to insure that lights out was being enforced-Paula felt as though she had been ran through a wringer. She would have given anything for a leisurely shower, but all the showers had quit working and Joe Boggs allowed as how he was too tired to put his limited abilities at plumbing into action until the next day. And since she had forbidden night swimming as a safety precaution, she couldn't very well break her own rule and take a quick dip in the lake.
So she had to be content with washing her face in the washbowl of the cabin reserved for the Muster's. She was using their quarters because of the touch of authority staying there gave to her temporary role as director of the camp. When Ephraim and Susie arrived, she would be only too glad to move into one of the cabins that didn't as yet have an adult leader. She hoped they showed up soon because there was more work to be done than there were people to do it.
Undressing in the dark, Paula stripped off her sweaty, sticky clothes, enjoying the feel of the cool night air on her bare skin. She was about to slip into light cotton pajamas when there was a tap at the door. Thinking it must be Olive or one of the other counselors with a complaint or a problem, she hastily pulled a terry-cloth robe on and, holding it closed with one hand, went to open the door.
The second the latch clicked, there was a strong push from the outside and a husky figure shouldered her aside and closed the door behind him. Strong hands grabbed her wrists and held them wide apart so that the robe fell open, revealing her nakedness. "So ... you were all ready and waiting for me," Jay Divan snickered. "Whatcha been doin' for the last half-hour, Teach, sticking your fingers in your overheated cunt while you thought about me? Well, I'm here now. Ain't you lucky?"
"No ... oh please no! Not here!" Paula said as he shoved her against the wall and pinned her there with arms still spread:
"Yes, here," he said, shoving closer and grinding his groin into her soft mound. "I've got something for you, bitch, and you're gonna get it right here and now!"
Paula made a muffled sound as his knee pushed between her thighs roughly and forced them apart. Letting go of her wrists, he lifted her slightly so he could crush his pelvic area more fully against hers. "Feel that, Miss Swan? That's good hard prick, just what you've been longing for since you had a taste the other day. I'll bet your cunt's been drippin' ever since."
"No, no, no," Paula whimpered and pounded at his shoulders with her fists. "I won't let you! You can't do this to me!"
"I can and I will!" he snarled and tugged the robe halfway down her back so her arms were caught and held helplessly at her sides. "What you fighting for anyway? You know you want it! Man, look at them boobs! They must be made of rubber!"
"Please, you mustn't! You have no right!" Paula gasped as his hands squeezed and kneaded the voluptuous globes.
"Sure I got a right," he said, pinching and twisting the nipples. "I got a right 'cause you love it, you hot-cunted, cock-loving whore! You showed me the last time that-you can't get enough ... can't ever get enough fucking!"
Paula almost fainted as she felt the thin crust of her resistance crack and begin to break under the crude attack on her senses. She despised this lecherous young tough, and she hated her body for responding to his vulgar language and insulting caresses. How could she keep to her vow of chastity when her will was paralyzed by lustful craving, when a burning had started deep in the pit of her belly and was spreading like wildfire through the rest of her being?
"Leave me alone. Oh please, leave me alone!" she pleaded but couldn't control the shiver of desire that shook her when he pulled a rigid nipple deep into his mouth, threatening it with the sharp edges of his teeth while he sucked at it hurtingly with strong throat muscles.
"Oh, you like it ... you like it!" he said, transferring his sucking mouth to the other sensitive prong. His hands crawled down her belly, kneading and rolling the soft flesh, then grabbing a handful of golden pubic hair and twisting until she gasped with pain.
He snickered lewdly and rammed a couple of fingers between the swollen labia, rubbing hard along her slippery crack and thrusting rough into her molten interior. "Yeah, Teach, you're hot to trot, no point in denying it. You're so wet my hand's soaked already. Hear it squish? Hey, how about I put it to you right here against the wall?"
He used his free hand to open his belt and unzip his pants. Paula moaned and tried not to look as he freed the thick, bulbous-headed dong from his shorts and let it bounce against her thighs. All her nightmares of the past week were coming true.
"Touch it!" he ordered. "You can move your hands enough for that. Pull my shorts down and feel that big cock."
"No," she said, trying to get a grip on her runaway emotions, to regain control of her treacherous body. "I won't do it. You can't make me."
Without a word, he backhanded her, jolting her head against the wall and bringing tears to her eyes. To Paula's surprise the blows increased her excitement instead of cooling it, and she sobbed as her hips jerked and shot her pelvis forward to force the invading fingers deeper.
Jay snickered again. "You dig that rough stuff, huh? Well, I can give you plenty of that!" He belted her again. "Now pull my shorts down and jazz me a little with your hand. But don't make me come. I don't, want to spill my jism on the floor. There's a thing in the Bible about that, ain't there? You oughta know, you're the expert on that."
Paula was shaking all over. She couldn't win her battle against passion and she knew it. Her thighs were flexing with desire, asscheeks rolling sensuously and inner muscles clutching at the inadequate substitute filling her quim.
Her hands went to his shorts and began to pull them down, clumsy in her eagerness and the confining sleeves of the robe. But finally the underpants fell around his ankles and Jay grunted his pleasure as her hand closed around his gross stalk and began moving the wrinkled foreskin up until it completely covered the round, purplish nub, then down as far as it would go, baring the whole of the formidable weapon.
Paula's breathing quickened as her pumping hand did, her mind in a passionate turmoil. Her body had won out, and now her previously unwilling brain was fixed on one thing only-the irresistible urge to couple, the compulsive need to be filled with man-meat.
"Okay, you can stop the hand job," Jay grunted, sliding his forearms under her thighs and tilting her upwards and backward. "You're gonna get fucked just like the whore you are ... up against the wall. I hope you don't get no splinters in your ass."
His stocky legs forced her thighs wide, and she could feel the ridges of muscle under the thick covering of black hair. The hard spheroids of his balls thudded against the ultra sensitive flesh where her thighs joins her pubic area, and the massive, globular head of his cock bobbed against the yielding wetness of her pearl-pink furrow. Paula squirmed on the supporting arms, trying to capture and engulf the swaying pole.
He laughed at her obvious need and deliberately eluded her. Don't get grabby, Teach. Holy Annie types shouldn't be so greedy for cock. Some people might think you belong in a whorehouse instead of a Sunday school camp."
"I don't care! Put it in! Please, put it in! Don't tease ... I'm going crazy!" she wailed and tried again to trap the throbbing pick.
"Why, you're just a dirty little cock-lover! That big wholesome-and-pure act of yours is just a cover-up for what you really want-a hard prick shoved up your cunt!"
"Yes, yes, yes," she babbled hysterically. "Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me 'till I die!"
That's what I like-to hear a dame beg for it" he said and thrust forward suddenly, bulldozing into her without regard for the tender outer flesh he dragged partway inside with him.
Paula sobbed with the pain and pleasure of it. Frantically she shook her shoulders and wiggled her arms until she pulled free of the robe that was holding them down, then put her hands on the boy's shoulders and bounced her ass against the wall, balancing herself on her heels and rolling her cunt in circles on the pylon of flesh that penetrated her.
She cared nothing about Jay Divan. He disgusted and revolted her. She considered him beneath contempt and would not have spent five minutes in conversation with him, but when he fucked her, she forgot he existed as a person and was aware only of the thickness and brute force of the male organ piercing her.
"Harder ... harder," she gasped, shaking her head from side to side in the sweet agony of lustful violence until her blond hair was flying around her head like a cloud of spun gold. "Oh, please, harder!"
Jay grunted and drew almost completely out of her before slamming back in with such bruising force that Paula's teeth clicked together and her body jolted against the wooden wall so hard the small building shook. Pulling back, he drove in again, scraping the whole length of his dick along the bald tip of her engorged clitoris and sending shocks of intense pleasure kiting along her nerves.
"You like that, bitch?" Jay demanded, fingers digging into her butt painfully and his thighs like a wedge between hers, holding her open to receive it!"
"It's good ... it's so good! I love it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Paula panted, tightening her cunt muscles on the hard, plunging flesh and letting the sensitive nerve endings send wild waves of erotic pleasure lashing through her body like the sea before a typhoon.
"You're panting like a bitch in heat," he said contemptuously. "That's all you are, Teach, a stinking bitch who'll fuck any stud who comes along." He seemed to get an extra kick out of verbally abusing her, and Paula found that it stimulated her as well. Later she would writhe in shame over the names he had called her as well as the things she had let him do, but right now, they merely added that bit of lewdness that made her carnal pleasure complete.
She kicked her heels at the back of his thighs, trying to climb higher on his body, twisting and rotating on the iron pole that battered at her relentlessly. Each thrust into her honeyed depths produced liquid sounds now as her cunt juices flowed copiously, oozing out around the tightly gripped phallus to trickle down the inside of her thighs, matting her silken pubic hair as well as Jay's wirier foliage. But Paula didn't care. Everything else faded into insignificance compared to the delicious sensations that filled her body and mind to overflowing.
As though enraged by her enjoyment, Jay pounded at her furiously. He slammed her hard against the wall and held her pinned there so that she flopped about helplessly, entirely at his mercy. Unable to move, she submitted to his bull-like lunges, moaning with joy at each vicious stab.
Then with a grunt and a muffled curse, Jay was geysering into her torrid depths, and Paula could feel the scalding gush against her cervix. As the hot tide rose and filled her snatch, she was swept rapidly into her own orgasm, senses drowned in lustful fulfillment as the fury of it dropped her over the last, lascivious edge into a bottomless abyss of rapture.
Jay grunted again and pulled out of her abruptly, his deflating prong bringing with it a gob of milky semen that dripped onto the floor, forming a sticky puddle. Without support, Paula collapsed into a limp heap on the floor, her breath coming in labored sobs and her mind reeling before the intensity of her experience.
Jay stood looking down at her, lip curled in contempt with a sly look of speculation flickering in his eyes. "You really flip don't you? You like cock so much you ain't even sane when you're being fucked."
Paula didn't answer and didn't move. She barely heard the words. They seemed to be coming from beyond a mist of shame and mind-numbing pleasure from a creature who didn't exist except for his ability to arouse and satisfy her lust.
"Yeah ... yeah, I'll bet you'd do just about anything I told you to," Jay gloated. "Get you hot and you'd stop at nothing."
Paula hated him. She had never hated anyone in her life before. She was a sincere believer in the Christian precept, love thy neighbor, but she made an exception in Jay Divan's case. She loathed his sneering arrogance, his cruelty and his assumption that no woman could resist him. But what she felt when his cock was buried in her pussy was another matter that she might as well face.
"Wouldn't you do anything for a fuck, slut?" Jay demanded, nudging the side of her tit with a dirty bare foot.
Paula closed her eyes and pretended she didn't hear. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I'm not going to let him....
"Answer when I talk to you!" Jay said, kicking at her again.
Paula glared up at him defiantly.
He laughed and leaned over to swat her round white behind. "You'll do it. You're just like all the rest-round heeled from the day you were born. And I got some groovy ideas we can try. Come on, get over on the bed! I'm gonna teach you a couple of new tricks."
When Paula didn't move, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked until she got up on her hands and knees and crawled toward the double steel cot that had been made up for the Muster's bed. He continued to tug at the golden strands, and she obediently clambered up onto the fresh sheets and stretched out on her back. She didn't know what was coming next but had a feeling it would be both unpleasant and degrading. Hating her weakness, she waited meekly, knowing she didn't have the strength of will to resist or deny this boy whatever he wanted.
Jay stripped off his T-shirt and knelt on the cot between her spread legs, staring down at her with as evil gleam in his eyes. Paula looked at the stocky, muscular body with its patches of black hair on chest and belly and thighs and found the boy repulsive. She looked at the chunky shaft rising from the dark, musky forest of pubic hair and found him irresistible.
"You know, lying there with your legs open and your mouth all slack and loose, you look like a whore I used to know-first skunk I ever screwed. All women are whores, you know that? Mrs. Bates is only one of the respectable ladies who invite me in and play sex games behind their husbands' backs. And look at you! Everyone thinks you're an angel, but you expose yourself to teen-age boys, fuck the preacher right in the Sunday school office and seduce a fifteen-year-old who comes to you for help!"
Paula gasped. "You? I seduced you?"
Jay snickered obviously, pleased with himself. "Right on, Teach! You lured me to your apartment, put vodka in my lemonade to get me drunk and then raped me when I couldn't help myself. That's my story and any time you get out of line, that's what gets broadcast all over town." His eyes narrowed and his voice turned mean. "I mean it, bitch! From now on, you're my private whore, and I'm gonna start training you right now!"
Paula just stared up at him, eyes flashing hatred but feeling a sick excitement rise inside of her as he moved forward between her legs, still on his knees. His legs forced hers wider until his knees were tight against her furry crotch. She lay without moving, waiting for whatever was to come, half-frightened and half-expectant.
"You see this?" he said, taking the bloated stalk of his dong in both hands and bouncing it up and down. "This is your Bible from now on, Miss Swan. Anything this tells you to do, you do!"
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day was frantic. From the time the first light of dawn brightened the windows of the cabin and Jay climbed grumbling out of bed to sneak back to his own quarters until after lights out at ten in the evening, Paula was on the run, but she did manage to take a break a little before noon.
After she had hunted down the youngsters scheduled to help Mrs. Clark with lunch, Paula decided to take advantage of the break and headed for the showers. Her night of lust with Jay had left her sweaty, sticky, and she feared, smelly. She wanted to wash up before someone besides Jay, told her she stank like a cheap whore. But, of course, the showers still weren't working. Good old Joe Boggs wasn't up yet, sleeping off a hangover, no doubt.
She had to wash somewhere. Just taking a dip in the lake in her swimsuit wouldn't do much good, and she really couldn't do a satisfactory job at the tiny washbasin in the cabin. Then she had an inspiration. There was a secluded cove a hundred yards or so down the shore where she could bathe in peace. Throwing a towel over her shoulder and sticking a bar of soap in a jacket pocket, Paula started through the trees and along a path she remembered from previous years.
Young people were roaming around the camp grounds, some pitching horseshoes, some playing volleyball, others just wandering aimlessly. The Bible study classes wouldn't begin until Ephraim and Susie arrived, and Paula wondered that the unsupervised play might result in trouble. Right after lunch, she promised herself, she'd get things organized, start a routine of some kind to keep the situation under control. But right now she had to attend to her own personal problem.
Once during her short hike she thought she heard a branch break behind her and then a giggle, but when she turned to look, there was no one there. Deciding that she was just acting paranoid, Paula hurried to the cove and, once there, removed her blouse and bra.
I'm going to cleanse myself. Pin going to wash off all the physical evidence of having wallowed in lust, and I'm going to wash it out of my mind also, she thought.
She slid her hands under the band of her panties and was just stepping out of them when she heard another sound from the bushes nearby. She could have sworn it was heavy breathing.
Is somebody watching me? Is one of the boys back there in the gushes ogling my body? My God, don't they ever think of anything else?
She was about to snatch up her clothes and flee when another thought and another feeling halted her.
Some sweet boy is watching me. He's looking at the whiteness of my body. He's staring at the creamy flesh of my breasts, admiring the molding of the two lovely cones with their scarlet tips standing up proudly in the forest air. His eyes are on my thighs where they curve up to meet my belly. He can see the brush of blond hair that covers the lips of love and he's getting excited. His cock is growing harder as he watches, and his hand has gone down to grasp it, to squeeze it while he thinks about fucking me.
Paula caught her breath and tried to fight the fantasy. No, no no! I've got to stop this! I'll go crazy if I don't stop thinking about sex! My God, didn't I get enough last night? Can't I ever get enough?
But her admonitions were wasted, they meant nothing compared to the sensual pleasure of being watched, of being desired.
So she posed for her unseen audience. She lifted her breasts skyward with a hand under each. She stroked the tips of her nipples until they were hard, red cherries on the snowy cones of flesh. She stepped daintily into the water, making sure the long, white thighs and rounded buttocks were displayed to best advantage. Wading in slowly, she dipped up water and splashed it on herself, turning casually toward the clump of bushes where she was sure her Peeping Tom was hidden. Then she began to soap herself, lathering the fullness of her tits, spreading suds lovingly across the slopes, over the tingling nipples and into the deep valley between. Fluffy bubbles circled her narrow waist and covered her belly before the bar of soap moved on to her thighs.
As excitement rose in her, she drifted into something between a bath and a sensuous dance. Lifting a leg out of the water, she lathered the length of it, taking special care with the satiny flesh on the inside of the thigh. Moving to the other leg, she started with her foot, sudsing the ankle, calf and kneecap, then working her way slowly and languorously up the thigh to where it joined the groin. Spreading her legs wide so that the pubic hair parted and her unknown admirer could see the partially open labia, she began to soap her genitals.
Do you see them, sweet boy? Do you see the lips of womanhood that some day you might be able to put your strong young shaft between? Can you imagine what it would be like to have them squeezing your flesh? To find yourself trapped, deep in those fervid depths? To feel the tightness of me milking you of your lust!
Paula squatted on the sand, using one hand to hold the gateway of , her femininity open while she scooped up water with the other to thoroughly rinse the soap from her pubes and douche as well as she could. Over the sound of splashing, she heard more rustling of the bushes and wondered if there wasn't more than one watcher. For some reason that thought set her fevered imagination on fire again, and she moved out of the water, spread her towel out and laid down as though to sun herself. But almost as soon as she stretched out, she began to twist and roll sensuously. Caressing her tits with loving fingers, she raised her knees and flexed them slowly, opening and closing the pink crevice between them to further titillate those who were watching.
Her ass was lifting up and down, her back arching as though she were moving upward to meet the thrust of a man into her. Her thighs spread wide as though to accommodate a man's body. She wondered if the watchers could see the liquid evidence of her excitement, if they knew how ready, how available she was.
Suddenly there was a muttered curse from the bushes and a stage-whispered, "Jesus, I creamed my pants! I couldn't stand it anymore"
Muffled laughter followed from at least two throats, but as Paula sat up and looked in that direction, there was a collective gasp and another whisper.
"She's heard us! Let's get out of here!"
There was a mad scrambling, then the sound of pounding feet that gradually faded into the distance. For a few moments Paula sat staring blankly, then shook herself angrily. What kind of a nut was she to put on such a display? She got to her feet; ashamed of the hot wetness between her thighs, and reached for her clothes. Looking longingly at the cool water, she thought of going back in but one glance at her watch convinced her she'd better get back to camp. After all, she was in charge until Muster got here, and it was almost noon.
She dressed rapidly and hurried back along the path through the trees, wishing fervently that the Muster's would put in an appearance-all this responsibility in addition to her own problems was too much.
Trouble greeted her the minute she stepped from the shelter of the tall pines into the camp ground proper. One of the rules posted by the lake was that boaters and swimmers were not to use the lake at the same time, but every lifeguard they'd ever had at Mountain Grove was lax about enforcing the rule. Just this morning Paula had reminded Steve Tarbel about it, but apparently the minute she was out of sight he had let the kids do as they pleased. With youngsters rowing and diving from boats and others swimming and wading among them, there was bound to be an accident sooner or later, and now it had happened.
Paula heard the screams and shouts for help, and broke into a run toward the half-dozen or so young people milling frantically on the beach.
"Miss Swan! Miss Swan!" Cindy Davis yelled through cupped hands. "It's Billie Skokie! He was hit by an oar when the boat overturned! It looks like he's drifting in the direction of the spillway!"
"Oh my God!" Paula gasped, looking out over the lake as she ran. She was a fairly good swimmer but wasn't trained in lifesaving and hoped she wouldn't be called on to administer artificial respiration. She could see an overturned rowboat-in the middle of the lake with several boys clinging to it. The other rowboat and .the single sailboat were drawn up out of the water on the far side of the dammed-up river. The tow-headed Billie was drifting slowly but steadily toward the edge of the dam.
"Oh, no, no!" Paula felt personally responsible for the whole thing. If she hadn't been off playing sex games in the woods, this probably wouldn't have happened. "The lifeguard-where's Steve Tarbel?"
Valerie pointed silently back toward the cabins. The long-haired youth was walking cockily out of the woods on that side of the camp with a couple of giggling girls trading after him. Obviously he had been playing games, too. He was still so far away that Paula didn't see how he could possibly be of much help with the boy in the water.
"I'll have to try to save Billie myself," Paula said as the boy drifted closer and closer to the spillway with its ten-foot drop and the possibility of being sucked underwater and held there by the pressure.
She kicked off her shoes, stripped off the skirt and blouse and leaped into the water clad in panties and bra, striking out toward the floundering youngster as fast as she could swim.
She had gone only a few hundred feet when she realized she couldn't make it to Billie. She was already slowing, her breath coming in short gasps, and there was still quite a way to go. In fact, she knew that if she didn't turn back soon she might be in trouble herself.
I've got to go on! Got to! It's my fault, my responsibility, and I've got to get to him.
She risked a quick look back over her shoulder. The boys around the boat were clumsily trying to right it. Steven had taken off at a run across the narrow footbridge, heading for the other boats. There wouldn't be any help from those two sources in time to do much good.
"It's up to me ... I've got to make it!" she said aloud, but her breath was a rasp in her own ears and her stroke was falling off noticeably. Even if she could cover the remaining distance to the boy, who was now only a hundred feet or so short of the spillway, she wouldn't be in any condition to help me. But she had to try. There was no one else to help ... no one.
It was then she saw the tall, tanned young man racing along the shore carrying a surfboard. He was much closer to the drowning boy than she and was making better time. She breathed a sigh of relief and slowed to a crawl although still continuing in the direction of the spillway. From the young man's mop of reddish-brown hair and the athletic look of him, she was almost sure it was Rod Taylor, the park ranger from the station a mile or so up the hill from Mountain Grove.
"Oh boy, he'll really read us out about this," she said, recalling the previous year when they had been in constant conflict with the ranger about the way the camp was being run. He had been extremely critical of their lack of safety precautions, the fire hazard posed by the old buildings and the inadequate training of the volunteer counselors. He and Paula had clashed several times, even though she knew he was right about Mountain Grove. She had thought him such a know-it-all that she couldn't stand him despite his undeniable good looks and physical attractiveness.
She watched his graceful glide into the water on the surfboard and the flashing heels and paddling hands that moved him toward the almost unconscious Billie.
By the time the ranger reached the boy, Paula had stopped swimming. There were pains in her chest, and her arms and legs felt as though they were made of lead. All she could do was keep herself afloat by treading water. Maybe in a few minutes she'd get her breath back sufficiently to reach shore. The important part was that Taylor had reached the boy and was hoisting his limp body up onto the surfboard.
Thank God! At least I won't have his death on my conscience! If he had drowned because I was off in the woods behaving like an oversexed fool, rd never have forgiven myself!
"Can you hold on for a few minutes, Miss Swan?" Taylor called.
"I'm all right! I'm perfectly all right!" she shouted back. "Take Billie ashore, I can make it."
She went under for a second and when she came up sputtering, she began to get scared. Her tired legs no longer seemed able to keep going and her, arms almost refused to move.
It would be pretty dumb if I was to drown now, she thought. rd never get to see Muster again, never know if he really loves me ... so awful to drown when-I've been so evil ... let my oversexed body lead me into one horrible experience after the other ... I'll go to hell for sure ... burn in hell ... exactly what I deserve! If I could just live a little while longer, I might make up for my sins, do something to help people-or would I just pile more sins on top of the ones I've already committed! Maybe it would be better to quit struggling right now, let the water close over me. No one would miss me, no one but Jay Divan, 'cause he'd have to find another round-heeled sucker to knock around and use like a whore.
The water closed over her head, and there was a roaring like a thousand express trains in her ears. She struggled weakly back upward and heard shouts and splashing. A long way upstream the boys had succeeded in righting the rowboat and were heading toward her, yelling and splashing the oars wildly. She could drown six times over before they got to her, but she guessed once would be enough.
She was going down again, and she didn't think she would be able to get to the surface even once more, she wasn't sure she wanted to and....
Something grabbed her by the hair and hauled her upward. Strong arms circled her waist and pressed her close to a warm, masculine body.
"I thought you said you were all right," Rod Taylor's voice said.
Paula couldn't see him because her sopping hair was covering her face, but she could feel him. Her nearly nude body was locked against his as he held her with one arm and clung to the surfboard upon which the unconscious Billy lay with the other. The ranger had shed everything but his shorts, and his flat, hard belly was pressed to hers, his broad chest flattening her tits and his muscular legs fluttering against hers as he kicked at the water to keep them moving.
"Why did you lie to me, Miss Swan? You could have drowned, you know."
Paula pushed the hair out of her eyes and spat out lake water. "Yes, I know. Thank you for saving me."
He snorted angrily. "You both were just lucky I happened to be patrolling this area and keep the surfboard handy at the edge of the lake."
"I said thank you," Paula said stiffly.
"If you people would just take a few elementary precautions, none of this would be necessary." His face was very close to hers, and the heat from his body was sending tingling currents of warmth through her.
"We do try to be careful," she said. It looked like the sparks were going to fly between them again just as they had last year. Well, what had she expected? She knew Rod Taylor didn't like her. He considered her just another member of a group of incompetents who take advantage of the laxity of the law where church camps were concerned and endangered children's lives. But it was difficult to stay angry when she was pressed so tightly against him. If only she couldn't feel his hard belly pressing into hers, and what was worse, the enormous swelling at the base of it. Was he always that big, or was he ... no, he couldn't be excited.
"I'll bet you don't even have a lifeguard this year," he said gruffly while they moved slowly through the water.
"Yes, we do, but he was on the far side of the camp when the boat overturned. Billie was swimming nearby and just accidentally got hit on the head. I guess the boys were horsing around in the boat and it just flipped over. I know it sounds awful, but it all happened so fast-"
"That's the way accidents always happen, especially fatal ones."
Paula's resentment flared. "Do you have to be so superior?"
"Look, Miss Swan, you church people get away with murder. If this was any other kind of a camp, state law would have let us close it down a long time ago. But as it is, I don't suppose anybody will do a thing about it until one of you actually gets himself killed."
"Well, let me tell you, Mr. Rod Taylor, we're not exactly a bunch of nincompoops and we do everything .we can to prevent accidents." That was almost an outright lie and Paula knew it. There wasn't one of the leaders at Mountain Grove who was properly qualified to run a place like this. He 'vas absolutely right, but she wouldn't admit it to him for anything.
"We're coming, Miss Swan, hang on!" A shout came from the boat as it approached them with a lot of splashing and yelling.
"Stay clear! Watch the board!" Rod Taylor bellowed. "Don't you kids know anything about water safety?"
"You don't need to be so abrupt with them," Paula said. "They're doing their best."
"Doing your best when you don't know what you're doing is worse than not doing anything, sometimes," Rod said. "For instance, a girl who swims out to save a drowning person when she can't swim very well herself just adds to the burden of the one who has to do the job."
Oh, he was insufferable! "I happen to be a pretty good swimmer, Mr. Forest Ranger! It was just that I was already tired from having run several hundred yards and...."
She stopped when she saw he wasn't listening but was just kind of staring down at her with a dumb look on his face.
"What is it?" He didn't answer so she looked down at herself. Somehow during the swim or the rescue, she had lost her bra. In her indignation, she had raised herself out of the water and he was staring in disbelief at the jutting globes.
"What's the matter, Ranger Taylor, am I too heavy?" she asked sweetly, rising higher so he could see the whole creamy expanse of both breasts with the nipples standing up like red tents on a mountain top.
"N-no ... n-no." Suddenly the man seemed to have lost all his self-assurance.
"You said people like me were a burden."
"No, you're not. I mean ... they're so big ... no, that's not what I mean at all."
Something very odd was happening. The swelling Paula had noticed at the base of Rod's belly had started to grow and it grew and grew and grew. She could feel the monstrous shaft pressing against the soft mound of her quim, and without thinking she responded to it, rubbing her nylon-covered slit up and down the fantastic length of it. Then she remembered that this young man already had a very low opinion of her and she was giving him good cause to lower it still further.
She wiggled free of his clasping arm, pointing out how close they were to the beach. "I can make it the rest of the way by myself."
"Yeah," he said, taking a deep breath. "Maybe you'd better go on ahead. It might be safer for both of us."
CHAPTER SIX
Paula was so tired by the time she dragged herself to her cabin to go to bed that the events of the day seemed to have happened to someone else. Everything was blurred and unreal except for those few brief moments when Rod Taylor had looked entranced at her tits and she had felt the quick swelling of his glorious phallus against her.
But she couldn't permit herself to think of that She had to remember how he had acted before and after that. One magic moment couldn't make up for the harsh criticisms he had voiced about Mountain Grove and the way it was run, about her and all the other leaders. Of course, in private and to herself only, she had to admit he was right. If the Musters didn't get here soon, there wasn't going to be any retreat left to worry about.
Of course, the worst disaster of all had been Billie Skokie's near brush with death. After he had gotten the boy ashore, Rod Taylor had called a sheriff's rescue helicopter and loaded Billie into it. He told Paula to phone the boy's parents and tell them what had happened, that Billie had been sent to the nearest hospital for observation and should be picked up and taken home from there. Then, with a few choice remarks about the water safety of the camp, the ranger had stalked off up the trail to his station, leaving Paula angry and troubled.
There was no phone at Mountain Grove and rather than follow Rod and ask for permission to use the one at the ranger station, Paula got dressed and walked a mile in the other direction to a filling station on the main road where she knew there was a pay telephone. The Skokies had reacted hysterically to the, news of their only son's accident, and by the time Paula had assured and reassured them that he would be all right, given them directions to the hospital and answered all their questions at least ten times, she was exhausted.
On her return to camp, she had been presented with all the other problems and had dealt with them in spite of a steadily increasing sense of unreality and detachment. It was like a nightmare that went on and on, and when she finally made sure everybody was safely tucked in for the night and she was free to seek her own rest, she was so weary that she fell across the cot and slept right through until the blaring recorded sound of reveille woke her the next morning.
Determined not to let things get out of hand, Paula hurried to the dining hall and helped still-sulking Mrs. Clark. Then she organized a schedule and saw to it that it was followed to the letter.
The kids grumbled a little, but things went pretty much as planned. A few arguments broke out that had to be settled. Barb Randall had to be calmed down after a heated conversation with her brother and Jay Divan, and two poison-oak cases needed tending to.
Reviewing the day as she undressed for bed, Paula concluded it could have been worse.
Suddenly hearing a snicker, Paula whirled toward the door to face a grinning Jay Divan. "You!"
"Yeah, Teach, me. Did you think I was too busy with the girls to give you a break tonight? Well, that's pretty tender stuff all right, but a guy likes variety and a little more experience, you know?"
"I don't care what you like, Jay Divan! You turn right around and march back to your own cabin!" Paula said.
"Can't do it, Teach. I brought a friend to see you. Come on in, Sammy, and shut the door."
Paula stared openmouthed as moon-faced, pudgy Sammy Pinkham sidled through the doorway and stood grinning foolishly at her.
"You ... you...." she sputtered at Jay. "You just take your friend and get out of here! I have no intention of having anything to do with either of you!" Sammy's grin faded. "Hey, Jay, you said she would," he whined. "You promised."
"Don't worry, Sammy, you'll get everything you got coming." Jay said, reaching out a hand to grab the front of Paula's blouse and rip it to the waist. "She's just joshing. This is old ever ready, round heeled Paula, and she'd do anything Jay tells her to."
"Take your hands off me!" Paula said each word slowly and distinctly, her tone frigid. "And get out, both of you!"
"Don't shit me, woman," Jay said, "or when your pal Muster gets here, I'll spill the whole story to him about how you forced me to do all those obscene things with you."
"You promised I could fuck her, Jay," Sammy said. "You said for ten dollars I could fuck Miss Swan."
Paula gasped, and the look she turned on Jay was filled with such hatred and loathing that even he seemed taken aback for a minute. "You sold me?" she grated. "You sold me like a common whore?"
Jay recovered quickly, laughing in her face. "Not so common, Teach. It takes a pretty classy whore to go for ten bucks."
"Well, you just give this...." she looked at the pudgy, pouting Sammy with disgust, " ... this boy his money back and get him out of here."
"You don't really mean that, Teach," Jay said, stepping closer and curling his fingers around her jutting boobs. "'Cause if you do, you're gonna get hurt."
The fingers sank into the tender flesh, feeling like claws of steel to Paula. She moaned in pain and tried to back away from the vicious youth, but his leering face thrust into hers as he forced her down on the bed behind her. He knead her legs apart and pushed her backward so that her skirt rode up high around her hips and exposed her white nylon panties with tendrils of curly blond hair escaping from under the elasticized edges.
Sammy peered around Jay's shoulder, his Adam's apple riding up and down in excitement as he goggled at the hitherto inviolable goddess sprawled like a wanton with clothes disheveled and body displayed.
"You don't want me to really hurt you, do you, bitch?" Jay asked, twisting the twin globes until Paula cried out in pain. "Do you?"
"No ... no! Please, I can't stand it!" she sobbed.
"That's better," he said, easing the pressure a little. "'Cause I have no intention of giving Sammy back his ten bucks, and I got some other customers lined up for you. You be a good girl and fuck who I tell you to or old Muster finds out what a whore you are and I twist the knockers right off your chest. You dig?"
Paula nodded and choked back the tears. The boy was an inhuman monster, and she might as well face it. She had given in to him partly because of the driving needs of her own body. In the future, she told herself, she'd find a way to nullify his power over her, but tonight she was helpless, and the only way to escape further torture would be to give in.
"Now tell Sammy he can fuck you," Jay ordered. "The poor kid has a hard-on because of the way you've been teasing him. Ain't you ashamed? Don't they teach you in church to help people instead of hurting them?"
Paula looked up at the repulsive boy who was all but drooling as he gaped at the whiteness of her thighs and the mound that curved outward against the filmy cloth. She shuddered and closed her eyes. "Okay, he can do it."
Jay's hand cracked stingingly against her cheek. "Tell Sammy you want him to fuck you! Tell him how hot and wet your cunt is and how it aches for his cock! Use the words! I want to hear you say them!"
Paula rubbed her burning cheek and hastened to comply. She had once placed a lot of importance on words, but now they had very little meaning.
"I want you to fuck me, Sammy," she said, reaching to pull the crotch of her panties aside so he could see the pink and gold slit it had covered. "Look at my cunt. It's all hot and wet and ready for your cock."
Sammy was breathing heavily and struggling to get out of his pants, almost tripping himself up in his hurry to get stripped.
Jay had knelt on the bed beside Paula, his fingers on her tits no longer brutal but arousing. He teased and plucked the big nipples into erect prongs, then stroked a hand up her inner thigh until the fingers tickled along the plump labia, separating and dipping between them.
Paula made a moaning sound as the boy deliberately sought the small, hard pearl of her clitoris and agitated it with devastatingly erotic effect.
Jay laughed scornfully as her excitement became obvious. "God, you get hot easy. That cunt of yours turns on at the slightest excuse."
It was true. Paula knew it and was ashamed of the fact, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her strict upbringing and her high moral code had very little, if any, inhibiting action where her body was concerned and couldn't keep it from turning into a sex machine at the slightest provocation.
Jay's fingers slid into her snatch, and Paula's hips started moving in response to the rhythmic caress.
She noted with sick fascination that what he was doing was affecting him as much as it was her, causing the front of his pants to bulge ominously.
"Hey, don't make her come before I get in!" Sammy said in his nasal whine as he dropped his undershirt and shorts and came closer, holding his stubby little prick in one hand.
What a repulsive little beast, Paula thought as her eyes moved over the fish-white, hairless chest and fat, protruding belly. It makes my skin crawl just to look at that nasty gray worm he thinks is a penis. How can I let him put that anywhere near me?
Sammy knelt by the edge of the bed while Jay withdrew his dripping fingers from Paula's pussy and used both hands to hold her open. "Look at that, Sam. You ever see such a hot bitch in your life?"
Sammy's chin was resting on Paella's thigh, the point of it sinking into the soft flesh as he gazed intently at the rosy depths held open for him. "Hey, man, look at all them folds and gullies ... and that hole! It's opening and closing like it's gasping for breath. Gee, I never really seen a woman's cunt b before."
Jay's laugh was contemptuous. "Most women are too modest to let you, but not our lady teacher. Miss Swan don't mind. She likes to be looked at."
Paula was on fire. She craved to be filled, not stated at by dirty-minded little boys.
"Ain't that something?" Sammy reached out and fingered Paula's vulva, rolling the slippery labia and screwing a finger into the nectared furrow beyond.
Paula gritted her .teeth to keep from screaming. What was she, part of a guided tour?
Jay pulled at her clitoris, making it stand up prominently. "That's what they call the clit. Touch it and watch her jump. Ain't that a gas? Careful, though, or you'll get her off. Old exhibitionist Swan's as hot as a pistol. Anything else you wanna see 'fore you ram your cock in this mantrap, Sam?"
Sammy giggled nervously. "Yeah, I'd like to see her asshole."
"Coming right up!" Jay said. "We aim to please, don't we, Teach. You heard the man! Roll over and show him your asshole!"
He grabbed Paula's arm and used it as a handle to turn her on her belly. "bet up on your knees and spread the, cheeks!" he ordered, slapping her bare bottom sharply. "Show our friend what he wants to see!"
Paula sighed and did as she was told, feeling so ashamed and debased already that one more indignity didn't matter.
"Wider!" Jay said, clutching a quivery white mound in each hand and pulling them apart.
"Is that it?" Sammy asked excitedly, and Paula felt his hot breath on her shockingly exposed anus. "Just that little pink puckery thing?"
"That's it-the holy asshole of the holy Sunday school teacher," Jay said and rubbed a finger across he tiny aperture, causing such an unexpected sensation that Paula squirmed against it involuntarily. "See that? She liked it. You can fuck a woman in he ass just like in the cunt. I fucked old Mrs. Hapworth down at the Points that way once. She must Be forty if she's a day and loose as a goose in front but tight as a virgin in the ass. Man, I really got my cookies that time!"
"Yeah? Well, I wanna fuck Miss Swan in the cunt," Sammy said. "I seen enough. I'm so hot my cock is hurtin'. Turn her back over."
"Sure, kid, anything you want," Jay said expansively. "You paid your money and you gets your choice. On your back, whore, and open for the boy!"
Paula flopped over, her whole body screaming for sex. She didn't care now how shameful the situation was, all she wanted was a hard cock inside her, the feel of male flesh penetrating her cunt and assuaging the desperate agony of her need.
"I ain't never fucked a grown woman before," Sammy said as he moved to mount Paula. "Do they do it better than kids?"
"This one does," Jay said with a lewd snicker. He moved to the foot of the double cot, unzipped his jeans and took out his thick shaft. "Go ahead, Sam. Don't mind me. I'll just sit here and watch you get a nice hard-on so I can take my turn when you're through."
So that's the way it's going to be! Paula didn't know why she had expected anything else.
Sammy's pudgy, hairless body was pressing against hers, his belly pushing clumsily into her abdomen while he jabbed his inadequate member at her crotch. Leaning heavily on her jugs, he swiveled his hips and tried to make proper contact with her cunt. He succeeded in butting his prick against her plump mound, in stabbing at the outer labia and once sliding along the groove leading to the vagina but couldn't seem to quite make it to the palpitating passageway he sought.
"Hurry, please hurry," Paula pleaded, despising herself for urging the unattractive boy on but unable to deny her highly sensual nature. "Here, let me help."
Fumbling between their bodies, she grasped the boy's hard stump of a cock and guided it to her sexual vestibule. Sammy grunted and moved jerkily in and out a couple of times.
"Gee, that feels great!" he panted, but the shallow penetration only added to Paula's frustration.
"Oh, for God's sake!" she said and surged upward in an effort to draw the erratically pumping pecker deeper into her.
Grunting and gasping, the boy fucked rapidly but with no rhythm and little strength. Paula met his thrusts as well as she could, clutching him to her to make the most of his immature strivings, and just when his stabs were beginning to get to her, when her body felt the first stirring of pleasure from their coupling, Sammy groaned loudly and squirted his pitiful stream into her molten interior.
"I did it! I fucked me a real woman! I fucked Miss Swan, and her cunt is full of my jism!" Sammy crowed.
Technically he may have been right. He had deposited his semen in Paula's throbbing quim but she certainly didn't feel as though it were filled with anything but desperate yearning.
"More ... I need more," Paula moaned as she felt the boy's cock grow soft and slither out of her. At the moment she hated him more than she hated Jay. "You can't leave me like this! Give me more ... more!"
Jay laughed and hauled the unresisting Sammy off Paula. "Here comes your more, bitch! Trouble with you holy girls is, you never get enough."
Paula ignored his words as Jay loomed over her in his friend's place. Shame meant nothing to her now and she welcomed him gladly, crying out with joy when she felt his impressive thickness begin to sink into her lusting, quivering depths.
Lowering himself fully against her, Jay jack hammered his hips and drove his relentless cock at a breathless rate in and out of the clasping, quivering channel. She locked her heels behind his knees and arched upward to meet each jolting, stabbing lunge. As she moved her pussy in response to the boy's violent strokes, Paula forgot everything else, including the obnoxious Sammy who was sitting close by, watching them avidly while he played with his restiffening prick.
But Jay wasn't about to let her forget him. "Do you like that, you hot bitch?" he rasped in her ear. "Tell me how much you like having your dirty cunt filled with cock!"
"I like it ... I love it," she sobbed as she rocked under him like a cradle and the tender, sensitive walls of her pussy rubbed against the steel-like piston of his punishing dong. "More, more ... fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"
That was all she needed. The sound of her own voice, hoarse with passion, uttering the short, explicit, erotic command caused her lust to crest, and her cunt began to ripple. Paula's breath was a sobbing gasp as a tidal wave of ecstasy rolled over and through her, drowning her in a sea of fantastic sensation while her cunt muscles spasmed repeatedly, squeezing the still-plunging male organ with a strong, milking suction.
She felt Jay jerk and heard him grunt. Then his seed was geysering inside her, mingling with her copious flow of woman wine and the remaining puddle of Sammy's semen to create a squishy flood.
CHAPTER SEVEN
During the next few days, Paula submerged her personal woes and used all her energies and ingenuity to improve the quality of the Mountain Grove experience for her charges.
As for Jay, she thought it better to avoid a public confrontation, rationalizing that maintaining discipline over the majority was doing more good than losing a battle to Jay. Someone had to hold the camp together, and she seemed to be elected. If Jay broadcast his stories, and she had no doubt he would if taken to task for flaunting the rules, the kids would lose all respect for her and run wild, and she couldn't chance that. Rod Taylor was just waiting for an excuse to go to the sheriff and have the place shut down.
And there were other things to worry about. Barb Randall, for instance, who had apparently gotten over her near-hysteria but had settled into an unnatural calm almost bordering on depression. At Paula's request, she had agreed to teach one of the classes but did that as she did everything else, going through the motions like a person in a trance. She avoided her brother, ate next to nothing and spent her free time brooding in her cabin.
Added to that was the problem of the unappetizing, barely nourishing meals Mrs. Clark was still serving. There were constant complaints, and the girls who worked in the kitchen reported only the very cheapest brands were used and even those were watered down and stretched out until taste and nutritive value both were lost. Unable to do anything about it until Dr. Muster arrived, Paula did her best to keep the youngsters' minds off the food by inventing new guessing games and teaching them funny songs at mealtimes. It worked fairly well, but there was still a lot of muttering and grumbling and she knew the situation would erupt into open rebellion at any time.
There were countless cuts and bruises, headaches and stomach aches and toothaches, and they all had to be treated with the minimal first-aid kit that had been provided. Games and sports had to be refereed, timed and umpired. Camp fires had to be supervised and vesper services planned. Paula rushed from one activity to another all day long, praying that nothing too serious would happen, that there wouldn't be another accident like Billie Skokie's or even another fire in a trashcan, two of which had occurred already. By lights-out time, she was worn out, mentally, physically and emotionally.
Taking no chances on another visit from Jay, Paula moved to the smaller cabin next door to the Muster's that had a lock and bolt on the door. She even nailed the windows shut for extra security, but he didn't come near. It seemed strange that he would give up so easily, but she was too relieved to worry about what he was doing instead of whom he had picked up as a new victim for his sadistic games.
On Friday morning, the Musters finally arrived. Paula had never been so glad to see anyone in her life. She ran to meet them as their. car pulled up in front of the big cabin.
"Dr. Muster! Susie! I'm so glad you're here!"
Ephraim Muster got out of the car, a broad smile on his handsome face. "Paula, my dear, how good to see you. How have things been going?"
She opened her mouth to tell him the truth, to blurt out all the troubles and problems of the week and shift the burden onto his shoulders where it belonged, but somehow she couldn't. That could wait until later.
"Things are going just about as you planned," she said, "but I'm sure they'll run more smoothly now that you're here."
Why, how sweet of you to say so, my dear," Muster said, cupping a hand under her chin and kissing her on the lips.
Paula pulled back hastily, looking at Susie. She wondered why he had kissed her in front of his wife, but the woman merely smiled and Paula remembered herself what a modern, progressive couple they were.
"Will you help us carry our things in?" Muster asked. "We're incurable city dwellers and really brought much more than we'll need at camp, I'm afraid."
Paula creed as she looked at the luggage piled onto the back of the car. They've brought enough for a year, she thought as she picked up an overnight case and a bundle of books and followed the other two up the short path to the door. She was glad they were here and excited at being near Muster again, but she was having-doubts about continuing her affair with him. Was it really all that much different than the sweaty business with Jay and the downright obscene-things that had gone on with him and Sammy?
With Muster, sex had been beautiful. It had seemed so right, so meant to be. But what about when she'd actually been doing it with Jay and Sammy-and two more despicable representatives of the human rare it would be difficult to find-how had it seemed then? In all honesty, Paula had to admit that while it may not have seemed right, it certainly had felt good.
I've got to quit thinking like that! Pm getting right and wrong all mixed up. Pm in love with Muster, and I have nothing but contempt and pity for those other two, so there is a difference! There's got to be a difference!
Muster pushed open the cabin door and the three of them went inside and set the luggage in the middle of the floor. As soon as his hands were free, Muster turned to Paula and pulled her into his arms.
"I missed you," he said, pressing his lips down on hers while Susie looked on with that odd smile on her face.
The surprised Paula was backed against the wall, the preacher's tongue probing deep into her mouth and his hands reaching up to caress her tits. She was so shocked by the sudden assault right in front of his wife that she couldn't say a word; she could only stand there while his body molded itself to hers and the sudden swelling of his maleness surged against the soft mound of her womanhood.
"Muster, please!" she protested, trying to struggle away despite the wild excitement that raced through her at his passionate kisses and the feel of hard cock pressing against her receptive Pussy.
"Muster, you're embarrassing the child," Susie said in mild reproof.
"Nonsense, my dear," Muster said, rubbing his hands against Paula's upstanding nipples while his fingers gently kneaded the firm contours of the jutting globes. "I've told her how understanding you are and I want to show her how much I need her."
"Nevertheless, I think you'd better release the poor girl before she gets the wrong impression."
"She knows exactly what impression I'm trying to give her," Muster said and ground his hips so the massive rod between his legs rubbed back and forth across Paula's pubic mound, turning her legs to water and making her pussy ooze honey.
"Please, don't ... not with Susie here," she pleaded, then realizing how that sounded, tried to cover up. "I mean ... you're married and we shouldn't do this."
"That didn't seem to make any difference in my office," Muster said. "You opened your thighs, in a hurry then."
Paula jerked away from him, as shocked by his saying that in front of his wife as she had been at some of the things Jay and Sammy had forced her to do.
"Oh Muster, how could you?" she choked and ran out of the cabin toward the woods.
The rest of the day she deliberately avoided both the Musters. It wasn't difficult because far from taking over as soon as they arrived, they hardly came out of their cabin except for meals. Paula found herself with all the same duties to perform that she'd had before and, as usual, the teen-agers ran her ragged. In addition to all the trouble the group of active youngsters piled up during the day, she noticed a new development that worried her considerably-Barb Randall and Jay Divan seemed to have made up their quarrel and were constantly together. That seemed to leave Sammy at loose ends, but he didn't cause any real problem. Without Jay to tell him what to do, he was as mild as the rabbit he resembled. When he did try a tentative approach to her that afternoon, she had little trouble dismissing him.
At suppertime, Dr. Muster did at last take charge of the evening program and camp-fire singing afterwards, but it seemed to Paula that his manner was hurried and his brief talk mechanical rather than inspirational. She wondered about his disinterest in the campers which was apparent in his careless, almost callous, disregard for their welfare and spiritual guidance. He hadn't been like that in town, and she couldn't understand what had brought about the change. She thought about it as she oversaw the girls' showers and herded them off to bed. All her hounding of Joe Boggs had at least produced weak streams of water which were better than the nothing they'd had when camp opened. She must remember to tell Ephraim about that, too. There were so many things she had to call to his attention, she thought tiredly as she made her way back to her own cabin.
Opening the door she was startled to find Muster sprawled on her cot, two pillows under his head and his feet cocked up on another.
"Well, young lady," he greeted her, "and what do you have to say for yourself?"
Paula stared at him uncertainly. "I don't know what you mean."
"I mean you've been behaving very strangely."
For one wild moment she wondered if he knew what had been going on between Jay Divan and herself. "Strangely?" she faltered. "How?"
"This morning when we arrived, you acted as though we were perfect strangers," he said, getting to his feet and looming over her,' looking very handsome and compelling in knit shirt and tennis shorts.
"How was I supposed to act with Susie there? You could hardly expect me to throw myself on the bed and invite you to join me."
Muster threw back his head and laughed. "I'm sure that wouldn't have surprised Susie nearly as much as the way you did act. Here I've been telling her what a warm, lovely girl you are and you freeze up on me like an iceberg the first time she. sees us together."
"You told Susie that I...." Paula didn't know what to make of this. Had he told Susie they were in love and he would be leaving her? For some reason, she felt as much panic as pleasure at the prospect. Did she really want to marry Muster?
Ephraim took a quick step toward her and folded her in his arms. Any idea she might have had of resisting him dissolved at his strong, magnetic touch.
"Oh, Muster," she whispered with her head against his chest, the heady scent of his cologne in her nostrils and the steady pounding of his heart under her ear, "I've missed you so much."
"That's more like it," Muster said and kissed her, his tongue instantly searching her mouth, twining with her tongue and flickering around it like a fiery serpent.
Paula's knees turned to water and she sank down onto the cot. Muster went with her, his hand running over her quivering body in impatient demand.
"If you hadn't run away this morning, we wouldn't have wasted a whole day," he whispered passionately as he began to remove her clothes.
There was something wrong with that, but Paula couldn't take time to figure out what it was. She was too caught up in the turmoil of emotion, too atremble at the thrill of his touch to keep her mind on anything else.
"My darling, darling Paula," Muster husked as he unhooked her bra and let it fall away from the satiny orbs. "Such beautiful titties ... so full and firm." He bent his head and caught a swelling nipple between his lips, nibbling and sucking on the rubbery bud until Paula made a whimpering sound and pressed closer. Then he switched his attention to the other thrusting globe while his hand glided up her bare leg, tickling the mildly sensitive area under her knee, tracing lightly over the soft doeskin of her inner thighs and teasing along the edge of her panties.
The bold fingers slid under the elastic and searched their way through the thick blondeness between her thighs. Paula trembled at the feel of the man's hand on her most intimate flesh and shivered when the musky glade moistened with the liquid of love.
"Let's finish undressing," she whispered. "Let's get completely naked this time. Our clothes were in the way before."
Muster chuckled appreciatively. "You straightforward little doll! Wait until Susie hears how wrong she was about you being shy and backward."
Paula unzipped her skirt and kicked it off, then let him take hold of the waistband of her lacy briefs and strip the delicate garment down.
"So blond and so pretty," Muster husked, pushing her legs wide apart and breathing in her erotic fragrance.
"Clothes off," Paula murmured, reaching to undo the buttoned belt of his shorts and run the zipper down.
Her boldness seemed to surprise him somewhat, but he quickly skinned out of his shirt while she bared his lower body and reached for the long, curving dick that leaped from the confining shorts.
Feverish passion swept through Paula like molten fire at the sight of the stiffened prick, and she remembered how it had felt that first time when its rigid mass had screwed into her receptive pussy. As every detail came back to her, she reached inside to the shorts and down between his thighs to cradle and fondle the immense balls. She thrilled to the feel of his scrotum contracting under her touch and placed her other hand on the giant cock as it expanded still more and became rock-hard clear to the very roots.
"Fuck me, Muster," she said in a husky voice she barely recognized. "Fuck me like you did before"
"So eager," he murmured, pushing her back on the cot with her legs wide apart. "Are you really so eager to be speared, my darling?"
Paula nodded without speaking, thrilling to his avid stare, his lustful scrutiny of her rosy chasm. The sheer exhilaration of revealing himself, or flaunting her nudity and seeing how it affected Muster excited her tremendously. She held her pussy open, inviting his gaze and waiting with lustful impatience for the impalement she knew was coming.
"Lord, you are a hot little wench! Looking at you now, no one would dream you were so recent a virgin. I can hardly believe it myself," he said, parting the silky hair and widening the pink split so he could dabble his fingers in her aromatic moistness.
Scorching chills chased up and down Paula's spine and her heart lurched crazily. If only he knew! Oh God, he wouldn't dirty his hands on me if he knew the filth I've been wallowing in during the last week!
But he didn't know, and he obviously wasn't worried about dirtying his hands between her bottom and the bed covers, pressing upward so that the pelvis and cunt protruded obscenely. Paula cried out in mock protest when he lowered his head and touched lips and tongue to her private recess.
Every nerve in her body vibrated and she thrashed about wildly when he captured and sucked on the sensitive nubbin of her clitoris. She moaned and rolled her blond head from side to side while his questing tongue sent waves of passion crashing through her in a pleasure so violent it frightened her. Of course those two dirty little boys had done the same thing to her but they had been different. There wasn't an aperture in her body that they hadn't used and abused.
But this was no dirty little boy. This was a full-grown, lovely man with a surging cock that would fill her to the stretching point, that would carry her into paradise from which she would never want to depart.
Muster straightened suddenly and Paula raised herself on her elbows to stare at the wondrous sight of his enormously solid erection. She was frantic with lust and reached to seize the bulging cock that swayed and throbbed between his legs. Her fingers circled the bald, distended glans, squeezing it until it glowed almost purple, tugging at it, yearning for its length and bigness to fill her pulsing twat.
Muster laughed and for a brief moment it almost sounded to Paula like Jay's lewd snicker, but she forgot it immediately as the preacher pushed her down, breaking her hold on his prong and moving to mount her. Reaching for the throbbing shaft again, she pressed the burning knob against her torrid fissure.
"Fuck me!" she gasped, her insides knotted with carnal longing as her excitement flamed into white heat. "Give me your cock! My cunt is like a hot wet glove that wants to fit around it!"
"Yes, I can feel it," Muster said as his great prick began to sink into the slippery wetness of her quim.
"More, more, give me more!" she sobbed, tightening her vaginal muscles around the skewering rod and writhing in ecstasy under the chest that flattened her tits and chafed her sensitive nipples.
"I'll give you more, you greedy cock lover!" Muster said, ramming his thick dong home. "I'll give you more than you can stand!"
"There isn't any such thing," Paula said, bracing herself. for the next lunge and whimpering with pleasure as the bursting intrusion became rapturous penetration.
Muster stared down at her briefly. "I must say my shrinking violent has changed into a tiger lily in a very short time."
Paula realized how different she must seem to him but she couldn't help her passionate reaction. There was no doubt that she had changed; it would have been a miracle if she hadn't. She had experienced more sexual use and abuse at the hands of Jay Divan in a few days than most women do in a lifetime, and she couldn't pretend any longer to be the inept, awkward virgin Ephraim Muster had deflowered. Her body was responding uninhibitedly to his lovemaking and it was impossible to restrain it.
"I ... I guess I'm not so afraid and nervous as I was that first time," she said. "After all, it was kind of ... well, you know ... being in your office and not knowing when somebody might come in."
"Yes, I suppose that's so," Muster said, fucking into her steadily. "You probably were a little tense."
His head was on her shoulder, facing nuzzling into her sweet-smelling hair, and Paula was relieved not to have him staring at her anymore. As his plunging shaft worked deeper and deeper, she abandoned herself to total enjoyment of the sensations triggered by the relentless churning. in her lathered depths. Every time her tightly gripping sheath fully engulfed the rampant cock, she contracted her abdominal muscles and felt her inner muscles clamp around it harder. Her feet slid up and down his flanks and her belly and pubes were like a hot drill rotating against his genitals. She reveled in sheer delight as he swept furiously into her joyous furrow, the great, surging core of his manhood filling her passage and sinking to its farthest reaches. She couldn't get enough of that churning prick. Her cunt was a tunnel of fire and she clung to Muster with every straining stroke, sobbing in her ecstasy as she felt the gathering forces of tension in her loins.
"You've changed," Muster muttered. "Where has the prim little Sunday school teacher gone?"
"You did it. You changed me," she panted, responding to every thrust with wilder gyrations. "You taught me how to fuck and made hard cock my religion."
Paula was almost out of her head as the seething vortex of lust built up rapidly inside her, tempestuous emotion producing waves of delightful torment and sweeping her along on billows of stark passion. Shivering convulsions shook her, knotting her belly and throwing her into a thrashing delirium of urgency.
"I'm coming ... coming ... Oh God, I'm coming!" she babbled, "Fuck me harder ... deeper ... make me come more and more and more...."
Her love flesh spasmed around the stroking cock and a flood of moistness drenched her vulva.
"So wild ... used to be so innocent," Muster said while he struggled to hold the gyrating body still.
Sighing and moaning and clutching at him, Paula knew even in her climax that he was on the verge of his. The solid organ screwing into her cunt seemed to swell still more and the ponderous strokes increased rapidly. She felt the muscles tense, then the rippling convulsion as his semen spurted hotly into her tingling, pulsating pussy.
"Extraordinary ... truly extraordinary," Muster said as he felt the girl's cunt sucking and milking his jerking dong. "You're a different girl."
"A girl who's grown up into a woman," she said, gazing up at him adoringly. "A silly little Sunday school teacher that Dr. Ephraim Muster has turned into a mature woman."
"Ahem ... yes ... yes, indeed," Muster said as though embarrassed. "One never knows what hidden depths of sexuality lurk in seemingly proper and restrained individuals."
"One never knows,"-Paula agreed, 'clasping her hands behind his neck and starting to thrust up at him again. "That was good for a beginning. Now let's get down to the real fucking."
"Now really, my dear, let's not rush things. A brief rest would seem to be appropriate-a little time spent appreciating what a perfect thing our love is."
"Don't be a fuddy-duddy," Paula said, kicking at him rump, "Fuck me again. I need it."
"Paula, you astonish me."
Paula kept on moving, not telling him she was used to the recuperative ability of teen-agers and felt the need of that kind of staying power to carry her from one orgasm to the super orgasm she craved.
"Kiss me," she said, and as he turned his head toward her, their lips met and clung. Tongues were soon swirling and stroking, and it wasn't long before she felt the virile resurgence of his strong prick.
Seconds later they were fucking again, and Paula knew is would last a long time and would finally yield ultimate satisfaction to them both.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next, morning Paula felt as though the world were a bright and shining place. The feeling lasted almost an hour before it began to fade before the onslaught of dismal reality.
Her sense of well-being was based on what had happened between herself and Muster and by her belief that he had told Susie all about their relationship. To Paula that meant that he was preparing his wife for the news that he intended to leave her and marry Paula.
The first cloud to appear on her horizon was a nagging doubt that she was worthy of marrying a man like Ephraim Muster. After all, a minister of the gospel was the servant of the church and society and his wife should be above reproach. As Muster himself had pointed out, Paula was a far different girl than the one he had fallen in love with, but he didn't know the whole story. A woman who had allowed herself to be used sexually the way she had was hardly fit to marry a devout, dedicated man.
The second black cloud in her rosy sky was her confusion over Muster's confession to Susie. Exactly what had he told her? And had he really laid the foundation for leaving her? Paula hadn't dared question him too closely, and in the heat of passion hadn't wanted to, but now she began to wonder.
Her personal problems had to be put aside for the moment while she got the day started for the rest of the camp. That was depressing in itself.
The minute she stepped into the dining hall, she had to face a crisis. Jay Divan was face to face with Mrs. Clark, shoving a bowl of mud-colored, lumpy, warmed-over oatmeal at her.
"This slop isn't fit to eat!" Paula heard him say. "You make some fresh or we'll throw you into the garbage can along with this!"
"Jay Divan, don't you dare talk to Mrs. Clark that way!" Paula said, pushing her way through the group of young people.
Jay turned toward her, a sneer on his lips and a look in his eyes that warned her not to cross him if she didn't want the truth about their relationship blurted out. But at the moment she didn't care. This had nothing to do with what they had or hadn't done in bed. This was a mater of camp discipline, and if she didn't maintain her authority now, she wouldn't be able to control the teen-agers at all.
"Don't butt in, Teach. I'm gonna learn this greedy old broad not to steal from the camp mess fund. She's got no right to pocket the bread the church divided up for food and serve this bilge instead."
"He's right, Miss Swan," Barb said. "I've seen the budget that was allowed for food and we could eat lots better than this."
Paula looked at Mrs. Clark, not knowing quite how to handle the touchy situation.
"I told you before, Miss Swan, I'm doing the best I can with what I got. I'm an honest, hard-working, God-fearing woman, and I resent this boy's accusations. For two cents rd walk out of here and never come back."
"I ought to make you eat this stuff," Jay said, drawing back his hand as though to throw the bowl of sticky cereal in the woman's face.
"Don't you dare do that!" Paula yelled, grabbing his arm with both hands. "Put that bowl down and behave yourself!"
"Let go of me, bitch!" Jay snarled and tried to jerk free of her.
Anger at his words and at what he was trying to do reinforced Paula's rage at the way she had let this arrogant youth treat her in the past. That rage lent her the strength to twist Jay's arm in just the right way as he let go with the bowl of mush and most of it landed on his own face.
A roar of laughter went up from the youngsters crowding around that almost drowned out Jay's bellow of anger.
"Why, you dirty bitch, I ought to...." He drew back his fist and lunged at Paula, oatmeal dripping off his chin. Somehow she found the courage to stand firm in the face of his attack, and she knew then that she would never be afraid of him again. Let him hit her in front of everyone, let him show himself for the bully and coward he was.
But the blow she was prepared to take never landed. Mike Randall, who was more than Jay's match physically, grabbed the raised hand and spun him around.
"I knew you were a louse, Divan, but I didn't think you'd hit a lady."
"Lady?" Jay sneered. "That's a laugh!"
"Leave Miss Swan alone, you bum!" Mike said, and several of the older boys, including Steve Tarbel, moved closer to back him up.
"Yeah, Jay, we've had about enough of your throwing your weight around," Steve said. "There's no need to get mean just because you can't have your own way."
"Okay, okay! You guys don't have to gang up on me, I know when I'm outnumbered," Jay said with a scowl and turned away with a whispered, "I'll get you later!" to Paula.
As he passed Barb, he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door. "Come with me, chick. I got something to tell you."
The girl went along meekly, and Paula frowned, wondering if she should interfere. Then she noticed Mike was also watching them and walked toward him.
"Thank you for coming to my assistance, Mike," she said, admiring the way he filled out his T-shirt and shorts.
"That's okay, Miss Swan," the boy said, "I'd do almost anything for you."
"Thank you, Mike. I appreciate that," she said and started to pass between him and one of the tables. He stepped forward at the same moment and her thigh and breast brushed against him.
The boy looked at her and blushed, the intense longing he felt showing plainly in his eyes. Little thrills of pleasure ran through Paula as she realized he wanted her, and even the thought of Ephraim Muster and what they meant to each other couldn't stop the tingling in her thighs or the sudden dampening of the lush meadow between them.
Impulsively she let her finger trail lightly down Mike's arm as she left, and she didn't know whether the touch was a caress or a promise as she hurried after Mrs. Clark.
Catching up with the woman in the kitchen, Paula first apologized for Jay's behavior, then brought up the subject of food.
The woman looked at her sullenly. "You're talking to the wrong person when you talk to me."
"You are in charge of meal planning and purchasing groceries, aren't you?"
"Supposed to be, but I'm not. I told you before he's taking care of that."
"He? Dr. Muster?"
"Sure, Dr. Muster! He's the boss, ain't he?"
"Yes, but...." Paula was aware of a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "He buys all the food? He's in complete charge of the money the church set aside to feed the campers?"
"Yes. He orders the groceries and pays cash for them back in town," Mrs. Clark said. "I thought it was kind of funny when he told me about it, but some churches make different arrangements than others."
"Yes, I'm sure the elders must have set it up that way for good reasons," Paula said hastily, but she wasn't at all sure of anything of the kind. In fact, she happened to know it hadn't been done that way in previous years.
"Well, I don't like it and I'm tired of taking a lot of guff from those rotten kids when it ain't my fault," the woman said. "If things don't change pretty soon, I'm walking out."
"I'll talk to Dr. Muster and see if we. can't get it straightened out," Paula promised.
"You do that, Missy," Mrs. Clark said, "and there's one more thing-that nosey ranger fella. You'd better get him off my back, too. He's outside right now making a nuisance of himself about the cook stove flue. I don't know what he expects to find, but it don't seem to me it's any of his business whether the flue smokes or not."
So Rod Taylor was back, and after she had made it very clear to him the last time that they didn't need his advice or help. "I'll just go talk to him right now," Paula said, almost grateful that there was someone at whom she could get mad and work off some of her frustrations.
Eyes flashing, she strode out of the dining hall and around the building looking for Rod Taylor. She had gone all the way around it without finding him and was beginning to think Mrs. Clark was imagining things when she heard his voice.
"Hey, Miss Swan, you looking for me?"
Paula stopped in her tracks and looked upward to see him balanced on the edge of the roof near the pipe that served as outlet from the kitchen stove.
"Yes, I'm looking for you," she said, glaring up at him with her hands on her hips. "Just what do you think you're doing poking around up there?"
"Trying to keep you folks from burning down the whole forest," he said.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" she demanded, unreasonable anger sweeping through her as high glance came to rest on the fullness of her jutting breasts.
He held up a piece of wire screening that was used to cover the flue. It was burned through in one place and looked as though it might crumble at the lightest touch. "How many sparks and burning embers do you think this would keep from flying out into the brush?" he asked quietly.
"I ... I don't know. I guess we'll have to have it fixed." Why was it that he always put her on the defensive, in the wrong? She hated him for it, but at the same time she couldn't help admiring his physique and noticing how neatly his uniform pants fit across his flat belly and hugged his muscular thighs, not to mention the very sizeable bulge that lay between them.
He's hung like an ape, she thought, and she felt a wave of desire flash along her nerves like heat lightning across a summer sky. He annoys and exasperates me beyond words, but what an experience it would be to have him fuck me!
"Yes, you'll have to have it fixed," he said, taking a pad and ballpoint pen from a pocket. "I've got to issue a citation that will keep you from using the stove until it's been replaced."
"Oh for crying out loud!" Paula said disgustedly. "Do you have to be such a go-by-the-rulebook jerk? Can't you bend a little so the kids can at least have hot meals?"
Rod swung down off the roof by placing a foot on the angle of a drain pipe and dropping to a spot directly in front of her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her gently. "Listen, you little idiot, this forest is tinder dry and one or two sparks could easily ignite it. And if it does, you and the rest of your people would be trapped in a cul-de-sac without access to the road. Even helicopters wouldn't be able to get to you because of the down drafts from the fire. You'd all be incinerated before you knew what hit you."
"Oh," she said, anger evaporating in the face of the seriousness of the situation. "I guess I'd better go get Joe Boggs and have him fix it right now."
"Yes, I guess you'd better," he said, but his grip on her shoulders tightened instead of loosening, and she knew he felt the sexual electricity arc between them just as she did.
Taking a deep breath, he started to let her go, then without warning yanked her hard against him. Every line of her body was molded to every line of his, her breasts squashed against his chest, her thighs blending into the strength of his. Belly to belly with him, she trembled at the feel of his massive sex pressing into her soft mound through the several layers of cloth separating them.
"Why do you have to be so damn beautiful ... so damn desirable?" he husked, "It would be so easy to close this stupid operation down if it weren't for you."
That made her mad again, and she struggled to break his hold. "Let me go! Let me go!"
"I'll let you go when I'm ready to," he said, just before his lips took possession of hers in a deep kiss that sent her senses reeling. His tongue dipped into her mouth, finding hers and stroking moistly against it. Paula's brain spun giddily, and she felt as though she were caught in a whirlpool.
Pressed against his hard chest, her nipples firmed and started to throb; sending out messages of sensual delight. But the most searing flashes of blind lust were caused by the pressure of the magnificent shaft she could feel trying to push through his pants and her dress to enter the hidden grotto of her womanhood.
"Please, we mustn't," she choked, trying to get herself back under control. She should tell him about Muster, that there was no room for another man in her life, but oh, God, how she wanted him!
Rod had maneuvered her into a corner formed by the L-shape of the building and was rolling his lower body against hers right there in plain sight of anyone who happened along. She tore her lips from his, breathing hard.
"Rod, please ... someone will see us ... remember the kids."
"I want you," he said huskily, his hand coming up to rub the pebbly nipples and caress the sensitive mounds. "I want you right now."
He shoved tighter against her, and Paula spread her thighs as widely as she could, greedy for the feel of his hardness pressing into her soft, hairy pussy. "Please ... please...." she gasped, but she wasn't sure what she was asking him td do. She had heard the term "dry fuck" and knew that was what he was doing to her and while her body cried out for it to go on, her mind demanded that it stop.
"People will see us ... people...." Her mouth was filled again with his rapacious tongue, and the incessant demand of his masculinity threatened to tear right through the intervening cloth and skewer her on the spot.
She had to stop him before the wet torment between her thighs made her forget everything except the raging need for his cock in her cunt. She had to end this before she went completely out of her mind and stripped off her clothes in broad daylight in the middle of the camp and let him take her no matter who was watching.
"Stop it!" Her voice was shrill with desperation as she made a final effort to avoid the public copulation her body was demanding. "I'm in love with someone else! I'm engaged to be married!"
"Engaged? Married?" Rod let go of her so suddenly that she almost fell. His fingers that had been fondling her tits so excitingly fell away and the glorious phallus seemed to shrink and fade as he stood glaring at her furiously. "Why, you Goddamn little prick-teaser! If that's the way it was, why did you let me go so far? Why did you lead me on the other day in the water? Why did you-"
"You've answered your own question!" she said, lashing back at him in her disappointment and frustration. "I'm a prick-teaser! I take great delight in causing cunt-hungry cock-wallopers to get hard-ons and then stand back and laugh at them!"
Rod's eyes nearly popped out at the vulgar language. "My God, Paula you sound like-"
"Like the slut I am!" she said, wanting to hurt him as badly as she'd been hurt. "Buster, you don't know the half of it! I've teased so many men it would make your uptight head spin! You're just like all the rest-you want cunt and when you don't get it, you cry like a baby snatched away from his mother's tit!"
"Paula, that isn't true," Rod said. "I ... I think I love you. What's this all about? Why are you so bitter? Has somebody-"
"Oh, leave me alone! Just leave me alone!" Paula hissed before she turned and ran to hide the fact that she was dissolving in tears.
When she reached her cabin, she threw herself on the cot sobbing. She knew she had used those crude words as a weapon, not so much against Rod Taylor as against her own feelings. She was afraid of the emotions he stirred in her, the almost uncontrollable passion that swept through her at his touch. She hated him for his bossiness and his constant criticism of and interference with the running of Mountain Grove, but she found him irresistible as a man. If the situation had been different, if they had met under happier, friendlier circumstances, things might have worked out between them, they might even have....
She caught herself up short at the direction her thoughts were taking. She cared nothing about Rod Taylor; the less she had to do with him the better. He infuriated her even when he was right, which seemed to be most of the time, and she didn't care what he thought of her. If she never saw him again, it would be too soon. Besides, she was in love with Muster.
For some reason, that sent her into fresh torrents of tears. What was the matter with her? Couldn't she be satisfied with one man? Was she going to go on for the rest of her life wanting every male in sight? She had thought that once she'd been with a man, the terrible longings and sexual fantasies would cease, but they seemed to be stronger than ever. She had been so tempted by Rod Taylor's thrilling masculinity that she had almost let him take her in a public place. Of course, he had been just as carried away as she was, even more so to have grabbed her that way and tried such a thing. What was the excuse he had made-that she was so beautiful and desirable? Yes, that was it, and then later he had made that stupid remark about thinking he was in love with her. Well, she certainly didn't believe that! That was just to make him look better in his own eyes. No man who loved a woman would assault her so lasciviously with other people so close by. Not that there had been, she admitted, but there could have been. And given two more minutes' exposure to that erotic flame that had leaped between them, he would probably have pulled her dress up, her panties down and impaled her on that giant pole of his. She shivered in remembrance of the extravagant proportions of his manhood and her tears almost stopped as she let her imagination run wild on the theme of what it would be like to lie naked and spread-eagled under Rod's strong muscular body, breathing in his clean, outdoorsy scent while he fucked her into a state of sweet oblivion.
"I've got to stop this!" she said out loud and shook her head to clear it of the sexy daydream. "I love Ephraim Muster and he loves me. We're going to be married some day. I've got to stop thinking about other men....I've particularly got to stop thinking about Rod Taylor."
She got up and washed her tear-stained face, intending to go back to her duties, but when she saw how red-rimmed and puffy her eyes were from crying, she decided to wait awhile before leaving the privacy of her cabin. She didn't feel like answering the questions such telltale signs would provoke. No one would miss her until lunchtime anyway. Soaking two cotton pads in cold water, she stretched out on the cot again with one on each eyelid and waited for them to do their job.
Paula tried to keep her mind a blank, holding all thought at bay and seeking only to rest. She succeeded so well that she slipped into a deep sleep without even realizing it.
Hours later she thought she dreamed that a man opened her door and came in. He loomed over her briefly, whispered something she couldn't make sense out of, then moved her legs so he could kneel between them. Shadowy hands stroked up the smooth skin of her calves, over her rounded kneecaps and under the edge of her skirt. Paula moaned as the fingers traveled higher and higher up the satiny insides of her thighs.
She wondered what the dream intruder was up to, why he was lifting her skirt and folding it back out of the way. Did he just want to look at her legs or did he get a charge out of seeing how the curls of golden hair escaped from under the edges of her panties?
He crouched lower between her thighs and pressed his lips against one bare thigh, then the other. She could feel the tongue like a warm little eel slithering steadily upward. It was an odd but pleasant sensation, and Paula wasn't at all adverse to having the dream continue.
The intruder's head was under her skirt now, the avid tongue slipping into the crease that divided her thigh from her belly. That little gully was overgrown with tendrils of blond hair, but the owner of tire tongue didn't seem to mind, for it licked hotly up the gully and over the hairy mound itself, pressing liquid kisses into the perfumed softness.
Paula's eyes opened as she felt the hot wetness penetrate the thin barrier of her panty crotch.
"Hey, this is no dream!" she said, sitting halfway up and staring at the head that was half-hidden by her short blue skirt. "Who are you? What do you think you're doing?"
CHAPTER NINE
Reaching for the hem of the skirt, Paula jerked it out of the way and found herself looking at the flushed, handsome face of Ephraim Muster just as his extended tongue snaked under the narrow band of nylon in search of the moist slit of her cunt.
She clamped her legs together, holding him prisoner and also effectively blocking him from further oral conquest of her vulnerable pussy.
"I want to talk to you, Ephraim. There are some things we have to straighten out," she said.
"Later, my dear, later," Muster said, his voice muffled by her flesh.
"No, now," Paula insisted. "What are you doing here, anyway? Why did you sneak in on me this way?"
The head came up, and the dark eyes stared into her blue ones. "I am here because I cannot bear to be away from you, because I crave your tender flesh and glory in your golden cunt. You belong to me, Paula, and I will not be denied."
Paula looked away, uneasy at the intensity of his gaze. "Uh ... well, I want you, too, Muster, but there are things we have to do around here besides make love. I have to talk to you about Mrs. Clark, for one thing."
Muster threw his hand to his, forehead in a dramatic gesture. "Oh, that woman! That pestilential woman! Every time I hear her name I cringe!"
Paula remembered how he had told her what a gem he had managed to hire for the camp cook but decided not to mention that. "The kids have complained about the food ever since we got here and Mrs. Clark says it's not her fault, that you-"
"My dear, this is no time to discuss business," Muster interrupted, busy unzipping her skirt and tugging it down her legs.
"But, Muster, this is important!" Paula protested as her blouse came off, then her bra.
"Darling Paula," he said, taking her hand and guiding it to the front of his pants. "Look at the condition you've got me in. That's more important than a bunch of whining brats. Don't you want to do something about that?"
"Yes ... yes, of course," she said obediently, and she did as she felt the familiar sexual magic begin to take effect while her fingers explored the swollen protrusion that was his restless prick. In a moment she had his fly open and was caressing the stiffened weapon, feeling the throbbing beat of it against the palm of her encircling hand. She wanted it, and neither the fact that the young people were being mistreated, the camp badly run nor anything else mattered at the moment. "Oh, Ephraim, it's so lovely and strong! I love it, and I love you."
She bent her head and kissed the glistening, bulging knob, inhaling the spicy male odor and twirling her tongue around the spongy flesh.
"That's my good girl," Muster said, hauling his pants down off his hips and tossing his shirt aside, being careful not to displace the adoring mouth that was laving his bulging cock. "Now just lie down and be my sweet little love machine."
He pushed her back on the cot and withdrew his impressive erection from her mouth. Using his thumb, he buried the wet knob between her tits. He gathered the springy mounds into his large hands and massaged them against his pulsing pecker. Then he let the smooth, moist tip caress first one, then the other hardening nipple before backing down until he was between her thighs.
Paula adjusted her position to receive him, offering her naked body, opening the lips of her cunt for his pleasure.
"I'm glad you have learned and adjusted so well, my dear," Muster said as he inserted the head of his long, corded prick in the slippery vestibule of her cunt. "And because you have, I've got the most wonderful surprise for you."
Paula wasn't really listening; she was concentrating on the sensations the rigid cock was creating as it glided all the way up inside her. She writhed in ecstasy as the swampy wetness of her pussy closed around the plunging penis.
Muster was buried to his balls in her now. She could feel the massiveness of him stretching her elastic channel, filling her and bumping against the entrance to her womb.
"Oh, Muster, there's so much of you," she sighed as she began to move her pussy rhythmically against the preacher's passionate strokes. Everything was all right when he fucked her like this. She could shut out the world, all thoughts of other men and even the degrading acts Jay had engaged her in. The hot cock driving at breathtaking speed up and down in her quivering, clutching snatch was her whole life, her reason for being and her crowning achievement.
She was so engrossed in the, sensual enjoyment of the vigorous screwing that she didn't hear the door open and quietly close or the soft footsteps that approached the cot. Her eyes were closed in total involvement with her inner self, with the waves of ecstasy that were gathering deep in her twat and would soon overwhelm her: She didn't see the figure looming over their joined bodies, didn't know a robe had been tossed aside, wasn't .aware of the lushly curved body that sank onto the mattress beside them. She had no idea there was a third person anywhere near until she felt a hand cup lightly over one tit and fingers start fondling a tingling nipple.
It couldn't be Muster's hand because he had slipped both his under her. She could feel his steel like fingers. gouging into her resilient asscheeks as he braced himself for each thunderous thrust.
Paula's eyes flew open, becoming wide blue saucers at the sight of the smiling woman's face framed in long carroty hair.
"Hello, darling," Susie Muster purred. "Muster has told me so much about what a sweet fuck you are that I just couldn't wait any longer, so I came to join in the fun."
For a full minute Paula was too astonished to say a word, and during that minute the Musters worked to enmesh her deeper in the toils of lust. Muster's plunging cock enslaved her lower body, tightening the net of intense pleasure that held her loins captive while Susie sucked eagerly on the sensitive, erect nipples and pressed her plumply rounded body against Paula's side.
Paula was shocked at the feel of soft tits and hairy pussy rubbing against her overheated flesh. This was too much! The blond had never met a lesbian in her life, but she knew that such women existed and considered them abnormal and immoral. She certainly had never expected to come into personal contact with one. No wonder Susie was so understanding about Ephraim's affairs with other women-she had affairs with women herself!
But not with me! I've done a lot of things this past week but not this! They can't make me....
The fat prick churning inside her cunt weakened her resolution. Her whole body throbbed with torrid passion; the fiery strokings were bringing her closer and closer to the brink of rapture and she couldn't bear to have them stop. Maybe she was being too harsh in her judgment of Susie. Maybe it wasn't lesbianism that prompted her actions at all.
It really didn't feel all that awful, either. In fact, it didn't feel much different from having a man suck her titties. It was the other things that felt so odd-the spongy globes of breasts with their hard nipples scraping against her rib cage and the springy crispness of pubic hair tickling her thighs.
Paula knew she ought to do something to put a stop to the whole thing. She ought to scoot out from under both of them, leap off the cot and give them a piece of her mind. The nerve of them to think she'd engage in such immoral activity!
But when she tried to tense her muscles to carry out her mind's instructions, she found she couldn't do it. Movement other than responding to Muster's thrashing cock was impossible. She simply couldn't work up enough indignation over those suctioning lips on her boobs or the hot woman flesh rubbing against her leg to give up the heavenly fullness in her slippery, clutching cunt.
Then suddenly before she realized what was happening, Muster stiffened and grunted, his semen spurting hotly inside her. Paula moaned and her body rolled wildly, using the sturdy stake of his maleness of hasten her own climax. Around and around and ... it was gone! The pylon of joy upon which she'd been rotating was gone as Ephraim abruptly withdrew.
"Muster, don't leave me!" she gasped. "I'm not through! Come back and help me! You can't leave me like this!"
"I'll help you," Susie said huskily, trying to slide on top of her.
"No!" Paula cried, clawing at the man in her efforts to pull his slimy prick back inside her pulsing cunt. "Please, Muster, please!"
But Muster pushed away her hands and sprawled beside her, his naked, sweaty flank resting against her hip. "Susie will take care of you," he panted. "We planned it this way."
"No, no, no!" Paula sobbed. "I want you!"
"Shhh, darling, you'll like this once you've tried it," Susie said and stretched out on top of the younger woman.
Paula felt the softer tits give as they pressed down on her firmer out-thrust cones, felt nipple rub against nipple and belly against belly. She struggled, appalled at the idea of being taken by a woman, but her overly stimulated body was working against her. Muster had deliberately brought her as close to orgasm as he could without defeating his purpose, then had turned her over to his wife while she was utterly unable to resist any additional sexual excitation. Paula had been trapped. She could see how the trap had been baited and sprung, but she knew she couldn't escape it. Her body clamored for release; her nerves shrieked with the need for physical fulfillment.
"Sweet golden girl," Susie whispered. "Her head is spinning with lust."
That was true. The strangeness of the things Susie was doing was enough to make it spin. The woman's nipples were rock hard against hers, rubbing and massaging like a man's fingers to stir them into equal firmness. And the satin-skinned thighs were forcing Paula's farther and farther apart so that the red-thatched hotness of her pussy could inch down over the blond mound in search of the slippery labia.
"And I thought Muster was putting me on when he told me how sexy you were. You seemed to be such a cold-cunted Sunday school goodie-goodie that I couldn't believe him. But now I know how groovy it's going to be to rub my pussy onto yours until we both catch fire and go up in a ball of flame."
Susie's face was closer to Paula's now, and she could smell the woman's perfumed lipstick, feel the moist hotness of her breath and the tickle of red hair against her forehead.
Susie's lips closed over Paula's mouth, and the sensation was electric. Those soft, scented lips were like hungry piranhas devouring her. A tiny tongue that burned like a Fourth of July sparkler darted between her lips and forced her mouth open. The tongue grew longer and harder until it filled her mouth with the roaring heat of its lust. Paula's mind was in a whirl. She found it hard to believe that one woman could lust for another as much as Susie seemed to lust for her.
The redhead's body was undulating against her, moving in slow, sensuous rhythm while a hand stroked down between Paula's legs to spread the sopping pussy lips and bring the two cunts into intimate contact. '
"Ah, there it is! There's the darling little slit! Oh, it feels so good touching mine."
"Don't do that, it isn't nice," Paula said, trying to keep some hold on sanity as the maddening rubbing continued.
"Silly foolish baby," Susie whispered hotly. " 'Nice' is a word for squares. Aware people know that the only good is what is pleasant. If it feels good, do it! And you have to admit, this feels so goooood!"
That was the worst part of it. It did feel good. It felt good, as having a man's cock in her cunt felt good, as having an ardent tongue licking her pussy felt good. Yes, as much as she tried to reason it away, Paula had to admit that having the slick wet lips of another woman's cunt rubbing into her own was sexually stimulating.
"Come on, baby, give!" Susie husked, tracing wet kisses down Paula's throat, across the tops of her breasts and back up to the red pubic hair ground into the rain forest of gold between Paula's thighs. "Put your back into it! Give me some cunt like you give Muster when he fucks you! Don't just lie there ... give!"
Giving was exactly what Paula was struggling against doing. Every bit of her puritanical upbringing cried out against engaging in an act she had been taught was perverted. But her body blithely ignored the restraints she tried to shackle it with. Her body knew only that her cunt was hot with urgent need and if the best it could get was another woman's pussy, it would have to use that to attain satisfaction.
So while her mind issued vain commands for her body to lie still and unresponsive, that body was starting to answer every movement of Susie's with one of its own. Her knees spread wide to accommodate Susie's hips and she raised her ass to seek closer contact with the redhead's carnal flesh.
"That's better ... that's more like it," Susie said approvingly. "You're mine now, you hot bitch! I'm fucking you just like a dude! Do you see me, Muster? I'm fucking your girl with my hot cunt!"
"Yeah, I see you," Muster said, leaning closer to the straining bodies to kiss their shoulders and boobs indiscriminately and run his hands over the heaving buttocks. "You really turn me on when you do that. I love seeing two beautiful females locked in sacred and profane love."
Some of the things they said to each other didn't make sense to Paula, but she wasn't in very good shape to think about it. With both of them caressing her, shocks of the wildest kind of lust surged through her and all else faded into the background, an unimportant accompaniment to the appeasement of her insatiable craving for sex.
Paula gave a prolonged wail of anguish and began squirming and thrashing about under the redhead. Susie giggled excitedly, obviously glorying in her conquest of the girl's surrendered cunt.
Susie's mouth captured a tender nipple, sucking it into an elongated prong and tormenting it with her sharp teeth. Her husband did the same with the other jutting tit, and the glassy-eyed Paula stared at the two heads so close together that the cheeks were touching. In an agony of mindless lust, she threw her arms around them, crushing their faces in the throbbing globes.
Susie used her fingers again to locate and bare the two clits and bring them together. The contact of the most sensitive portion of their anatomies sent both of them into frantic contortions as they strove for the climax that was so near. Paula felt neither revulsion or disgust now, only the desperate need for sexual relief in whatever form it was offered.
Like animals the two women heaved and surged, twisting and grinding against each other in a mutual crescendo of carnal bliss until they finally jerked and cried out in the mind-shattering throes of copious orgasm. And as Susie came her juices saturated Paula's spasming quim, the young girl experienced a climax so powerful that another cry was torn from her lips and she shuddered violently in its grip.
"Out of this world! Right on! Revolutionary!" Muster congratulated them, caressing both naked bodies as they lay collapsed against each other. "I've never been so thrilled and I've never gotten such a fantastic hard-on. Look at this! See what you two have done to me!" He pushed his enormously swollen shaft between Susie's face and Paula's neck.
"Ah, the poor abused thing," Susie giggled, pressing her lips against the thick cock and nudging it upward until it pressed against Paula's mouth, too. "Let's kiss it and make it all better."
Paula felt the heaviness of the male organ against her lips and smelled the musk of it, knowing that it was still sticky with her own tangy juices but unable to resist its lure in spite of that. She was lost and drowned in sex already, and when Susie began moving her hips and revolving her pussy in long, slow rolls against her highly sensitive pussy, she knew she was going to plunge into deeper and still deeper levels of sexual frenzy.
Muster pulled the knob of heavy man-flesh along her lower lip, and when she saw Susie's tongue lick wetly up the full length of it, Paula didn't try to resist the invitation. Whimpering at the unexpected expansion of her lust, her tongue slithered out to taste the fleshy feast being offering so blatantly. She licked at the big round knob, licked at Susie's tongue which was also laving the bald purplish dome and gave herself over to pure, unadulterated passion.
"Oh God, that's wonderful!" Muster said. "Never had two loving women sucking my cock at the same time before. Go, you prick-loving cunts, go!"
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning Paula couldn't face herself in the mirror. She was afraid that if she looked, she'd see something reminiscent of The Picture of Dorian Gray-a degenerate, evil, haggard creature whose sins all showed on her face.
She had awakened in the early hours of dawn, cold and reeking of stale sweat and lust and had stared in shock at the two naked bodies sprawled beside her. Ephraim Muster was flat on his back, mouth sagging open and a look of satiation showing on his face even in sleep. His redheaded wife, who a few hours before had seemed such a sensual delight, now looked jaded and cynical to Paula. But worst of all was the way she felt about herself.
A woman who had engaged in sex with a married couple, who had done the things she remembered doing,, wag even lower than her disgusting partners.
And another brutal truth was apparent to her in that bitter hour when all pretense was stripped away-the Musters were not only moral cripples, they were embezzlers as well. Three times during the flaming madness of the night, she had tried to talk to them about the funds set aside for food and other necessities at Mountain Grove only to be sidetracked into another realistic sex act. Then on the fourth attempt, after a particularly violent session, Susie had finally answered.
"We took the money, you little fool!" she snapped. "We just can't exist on that pittance the church pays Muster!"
During the lustful insanity that followed, the full meaning of the words hadn't gotten, through to Paula, but in the cold, light of dawn. the truth of their dishonesty and total lack of decency had struck her forcibly. And facing up to that had brought further knowledge-the certainty that Ephraim Muster was not in love with her. Men who were in love with girls didn't share them with their wives, no matter how modern and liberated they were. No, far from loving her, Ephraim had been using her in the same way Jay Divan had, only with less honesty. Not that she was in love with him, either. That illusion was gone, too. She had been infatuated with him, mesmerized by his sexual attraction to her and by her own overwhelming sexuality.
With the truth sitting on her like a heavy weight and the naked bodies of the Musters to remind her of her degradation and shame, Paula had managed to crawl from between them without waking them. Snatching up blouse and skirt and panties, she fled the cabin into the dew of early dawn.
"I'm dirty, dirty, dirty!" she said as she ran barefoot through the wet grass. "I smell to high heaven of their sweat and sticky cum. The lake ... maybe the lake will wash me clean."
The sky to the east was just beginning to light up when she reached the lake and plunged into the chilly water, hoping to wash not only her body but her soul clean. The cold was almost numbing when she first went in but a few minutes of vigorous swimming out to the float and back warmed her and cheered her. It was nice having the lake all to herself, and she cavorted in the water for almost an hour, then let the warm sun dry her before she put her clothes on and started back to camp, temporarily refreshed in body and in mind.
Walking slowly toward her cabin, she ran into Jay Divan coming from the opposite direction with the usual sneering grin on his face.
"Well, Teach, where are you sneaking back from without your bra?" he asked.
"None of your business," she said, folding her arms across her chest to hide the jiggle of her breasts, although God knew he had seen, sucked and done everything else to them that could be done to a pair of mammary glands. But that didn't matter, she told herself. What did matter was that Jay Divan, like the Musters, had exploited her, and she was determined that none of them would ever do so again.
Jay laughed at her gesture and leaned closer to say confidentially. "You know, I been pretty busy with the young stuff, but they don't fuck like you do. I'll be over to see you tonight."
"You do and I'll use the hatchet I've been keeping under my bed on you," she said. There wasn't any hatchet, but it was the first thing she could think of.
He looked surprised but the knowing grin still twisted his lips: "Come on now, Teach, who do you think you're kidding? You know that cunt of yours has to be filled or it starts to sizzle. You don't mean that."
"I never meant anything more in my life," she said. "You're never going to lay a hand on me again, Jay Divan, and if you try, I'll kill you!"
"Yeah? Well, suppose I just go over there to Dr. Muster's cabin and tell him about you and me. How would you like that?"
Laughter that was almost hysterical burst from Paula's lips. "You're going to tell Ephraim Muster what a bad girl I've been? Oh, that's funny! That's so funny I almost wish you could know why it's funny!"
Jay looked puzzled and angry at the same time. "Yeah? Then maybe I'll just pass the word around about you and good old Muster. How about that? Little Miss Clean Pussy will be known as Dirty-Cunted Gerty then."
"Can't you understand that I don't care what you do? It just doesn't matter to me anymore. All that matters is that you never lay hands on me again."
"You bitch!" Jay snarled. "You'll regret this! You'll be damn sorry you started snotting me!"
"Get out of my way or I'll scream and bring the whole camp running," she said. "And I happen to know there are several of the boys who'd like nothing better than a chance to lay hands on you."
"I'm not afraid of those dudes," Jay said, but he stepped aside to let her pass. "How come they're all so eager to protect you, Teach? You been fuckin' them on the side?"
She ignored that and walked on past him with her head in the air.
"I bet you been makin' it with that creepy Mike Randall! He's always mooning around after you. He wouldn't even believe what Sammy and me told him about you and Old Muster. He's had a hard-on for you for months, but he never had the nerve to just walk up and tell you to pull your pants down and spread your legs. What'd you do, wave your pussy at him till he got up the courage?"
Paula didn't answer but his words haunted her all day. It was Sunday and the usual camp activities were suspended with morning services and a long hike in the afternoon taking their place. Paula found her eyes turning time and again to the tall, sandy-haired Mike and as often as not found him watching her. So what Jay had said was apparently true. Mike did want her but was too bashful to do anything about it. It was kind of comforting to know that he hadn't believed Jay's eye-witness report of her sordid affair with Muster, and it was balm to her ego to know such a handsome boy desired her, but she probably wouldn't have done anything about it if another accidental brush with Ranger Taylor hadn't set her off.
The afternoon hike led them past the ranger station, and Rod had come out to watch them walk by. Paula tried to avoid a direct meeting with him but had to answer when he hailed her.
"Miss Swan, may I speak to you for a moment?"
She walked toward him reluctantly heart pounding like a trip hammer. "Yes, what is it?"
"Have you had the flue fixed?" His voice and eyes were like ice.
Paula felt herself flushing. "N-no, I forgot," she said, feeling like a reprimanded schoolchild.
The dark-blue eyes flicked over her contemptuously. "Naturally, I should have known. There isn't one of you people down there who has an ounce of sense when it comes to safety. Okay, it'll be out of my hands in the morning. I'm turning the citation in to the sheriff, but if he closes Mountain Grove down, you'll have no one to blame but yourself."
"Whose fault is it I forgot?" she flared. "If you hadn't got me so upset with your...."
"My what, Miss Swan? By your own admission, you are most adept at handling amorous males. It amuses you to put me down for daring to find you attractive. If you want my candid opinion, so-called decent girls like you make the cheapest whore look good!"
He turned and stalked off, leaving Paula staring after him, so angry she couldn't speak. Not just angry at him but at herself, too, because she had been hoping they could talk calmly, that she could explain that she hadn't meant what she said; not about being a prick-teaser or about being engaged.
"Come on, Miss Swan!" one of the kids yelled, and Paula turned and hurried up the path after the group, seething inside while she made light conversation and answered questions about trees and wild flowers as best she could.
Eventually the surface anger wore off, but the bitter words kept echoing in her mind and the rankling hurt of them kept stabbing at her like a tiny hidden splinter under a fingernail. She vented some of her resentment on Muster when he came scratching at her locked door after lights out.
"Paula, let me in!" he whispered. "Please, darling, I've got something for you."
"Go away!" Paula said sharply. "Pm expecting someone else! A guy who doesn't bring his wife with him to use me like community property!"
There was a brief silence, some muttered curses, then she heard him walking away. Good riddance! She never wanted to see either Muster or his wife again. If it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have gotten into all this mess to start with.
She got into bed and tried to go to sleep, but her mind kept going around in circles, from Muster to Jay to Rod Taylor. She hated all of them, she decided. The first two for treating her like a whore and the last for saying she wasn't as good as one. Men, bah! They were all a-like! Then she got to thinking about Mike Randall. Now there was a nice boy. It was a shame if he was suffering on her account. She finally drifted off to sleep still thinking about Mike.
The next morning Paula was up bright and early. She had come to a decision about Mike Randall. If that dear, sweet boy wanted something it was in her power to give him, why shouldn't she? She had sunk so low already that one more male possessing her wouldn't make any difference. Besides, a prick teaser was worse than a whore, and that's what she had been to Mike all these months. In a manner of speaking, she owed him sexual satisfaction.
Eluding a harried-looking Muster and sending several youngsters with complaints to him to add to his troubles, Paula hurried off directly after lunch to find Mike Randall. At least she could do one person some good to make up in small part for all the evil she'd done.
She had dressed in her shortest shorts and skimpiest halter and looked more like a stripper on a holiday than a Sunday school teacher when she moved silently through the trees in the direction Mike had taken. She found him sitting on a rock in a lush little meadow, staring at the ground and looking miserable.
"Hi, Mike," she said quietly, coming up behind him. "You look lonely. Is there anything I can do to help?"
The youth jumped as though she had leaped out at him yelling.
"Miss Swan! Gee, I ... I was just thinking about you," he managed to say. "For a second, I thought you had stepped right out of my thoughts....I mean, in that outfit and all."
He blushed scarlet, and she didn't need the sight of the tent like bulge in the front of his jeans to know what kind of thoughts he'd been having.
"Would you like to tell me what you were thinking?" she asked in a husky whisper.
"I ... oh, Miss Swan, I couldn't," he said and jumped again as she stepped closer and let her thigh rest against his upper arm.
"Why not? Maybe they're the same kind of things I've been thinking about you," she said, leaning over him so that the halter fell forward and he could see the voluptuous cones of her breasts all the way to the swollen, rose-colored nipples.
Mike was staring round-eyed into the deep cleavage between the snowy mountains. "Uh ... I don't know what...." his voice trailed off in utter confusion.
Paula reached behind her and undid the halter, dropping it and leaning close to put her hands on his shoulders so that the jutting cones were within inches of his face.
"Oh, my God!" Mike gasped and looked as though he might faint.
"It's all right," Paula said and eased him gently off the rock onto the soft grass. "I know what you want and I'm going to give it to you."
Mike stared up at her, incapable of speech as she pushed him onto his back and lowered her breasts against his face. He had dreamed of this so many times that he wasn't sure whether this was imagination or reality.
"Do they feel good, Mike? Are they as firm and warm as you thought they'd be?" she asked, pressing the firm mounds around his face and forcing the hard nipples between his lips. "Unzip my shorts, Mike, and touch my sex."
"I ... I wouldn't dare," the boy gulped.
"Of course you dare. I want you to do it. I want to feel your hands on me." She was busy unbuttoning his shirt and stripping off his jeans.
As it was released from the confining garment, Mike's cock sprang up from his belly and stood out straight and strong. Paula thrilled to its bone-like hardness as she reached out a hand and circled its hot stiffness. It wasn't as large as Dr. Muster's or as thick as Jay's, and of course it couldn't compare with the supreme proportions of Rod Taylor's. but Paula was sure it would be quite satisfactory with Mike's youthful eagerness to give it impetus.
Stroking the up thrust stalk gently, Paula leaned over Mike and kissed him, letting her tongue flicker and flutter along his lips and into his mouth. She teased his tongue into responding, coaxing it deep into her mouth so she could suck on it. Mike was breathing heavily and squirming with passion but he still hadn't placed a hand on her.
Paula used her free hand to unzip her shorts and push them down her legs and off. "I want you to touch me, Mike. I want to feel your fingers squeezing my titties and exploring my pussy." She guided his big hand to her breasts and cupped it around the creamy around.
"Oh, wow!" the youth gasped and sank his fingers in the firm flesh. He pulled her toward him and buried his face in the soft feminine curves, licking at the prominent nipples, then sucking greedily.
Paula let him feast on her succulent titties until the first burst of his hunger for them was appeased. Then she lay back and guided him atop her, opening her legs to reveal the golden triangle of her womanhood.
The boy gasped as he looked at the thick curling forest of blond hair, and the soft pink lips parted to show the rosy chasm of love. His nose twitched at the fragrance of lust and perfume that floated up from the arcane depths of that sacred glade.
"Fuck me, Mike," she said, tugging at his taut young cock. "Fuck me like you've always dreamed of doing."
The boy lunged at her in frantic haste and his eager shaft said easily into her oiled slit. Paula held him still for a moment, running her hands up and down his strong back. "Now, show me what you can do with that lovely hard prick."
Mike looked down at her, the sun making a halo of his sandy hair. "Gee, Miss Swan, you're super. I never felt anything so great."
He began to pump up and down, sliding his cock in and out of Paula's tight, slippery channel. She arched her back and thrust upward against his vigorous thrusts, enjoying the feel of his crisp chest hair against her boobs. Flexing her internal muscles, Paula ground her cunt against him, knowing from the breathless speed of his assault that this first time wasn't going to last long.
She was right. Mike drove into her furiously, spurred on by the vaginal contractions that clutched at his fast-moving dong. When Paula felt him begin to stiffen and twitch, she held him tight, kissing his neck and ears while his hot jism spurted deep inside her.
But when he sighed and would have pulled away, she rolled him quickly over and began riding him wildly, not letting him relax because she was sure he would retain his hardness, that one climax was just the taking-off place for another in a youth so vital and strong. With her hot, wet pussy impaled on his stiff pole, she ground at his rump to make him respond.
For a moment or so the startled boy faltered but with the spur of her heels and the tight squeezing of her cunt communicating their demands to him, he began to heave upward, slowly at first, then with more vigor until he was once more pistoning into the fevered jungle of her cunt.
Paula's hair swirled around them like a golden veil, caressing Mike's face and shoulders while he squeezed her luscious tits and drove back at her churning, swiveling pussy.
The tempo of their lust rose rapidly. Paula let go of the boy with her arms and rose up to sit almost erect on him, striving for just a little more penetration. Mike rolled his ass wildly, grinding his cock deep in her, touching every tender, sweet place of pleasure. The crescendo of their carnal symphony mounted to an almost unbearable height. Paula could feel every line of the throbbing dick inside her, feel its beat against her sensitive flesh, then its hot fountaining at the very moment her own orgasmic spasms began. Together they rocked and surged through a thrilling dual climax.
Later when Mike tried to pull away, she tightened her grip on him. "No, don't move. Just lie there and rest awhile. We'll fuck again when you're ready ... we can fuck all afternoon if you want to."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Two days later everything came unglued.
Paula had been determinedly avoiding both the Musters and Jay Divan, and neither the couple nor the boy took it well. Muster was at her door several times each night, and when he finally found it unlocked and entered, he was greeted by the sight of Paula down on her hands and knees blowing Mike Randall. Mike had tried to draw away, but Paula wouldn't permit it, digging her fingernails into his firm ass and holding him steady while she bobbed her mouth up and down on his fresh-tasting, meaty prick. Muster had stood there watching in a mixture of anger and fascination.
Having her ex-lover present while she sucked off her present one didn't faze Paula at all. In fact, she took special pleasure in having Ephraim see her serving the boy as well and as lustfully as she had once served him.
"Don't let me interrupt your fun and games, my dear," Muster had said scathingly.
Paula had made louder slurping noises for an answer.
"Paula, stop that! I've got to talk to you. Susie and I are thinking of...." His sentence hung unfinished as Mike grunted and geysered into Paula's mouth.
While the hot semen was still spurting, Paula deliberately opened her mouth and turned her head so Ephraim could see the thick, creamy semen splash over her tongue and slide down her throat.
Muster had cursed bitterly and started for the door. "Go ahead, have your fun, you cock-loving bitch! Blow every punk in camp! But don't think you're finished with Susie and me! We owe you something and you're going to get it!"
Paula had giggled when the door slammed shut, not taking the threat seriously. The Musters were part of her past, and she refused to let the past impinge on the present or the future. She was enjoying Mike too much for that. It wasn't only his near-virginal wonder and delight in sex that she found so pleasurable, it was that the tables were turned. Muster and Jay had used her, now she was using Mike, not as roughly as they had but with every bit as much relish.
But even Mike didn't satisfy her for long, and she let herself be tempted into further indiscretions.
Walking up the river to her hidden cove, she had come on three of the younger boys already there, skylarking in the water. Coming on them so unexpectedly, she had stared in fascination at the naked bodies of thirteen-year-old Kenny Newman and the Sawyer twins. A thrill of lust ran through her at the sight of their boyish cocks dripping water and semi erect from its coldness. She had looked at their smooth, almost hairless bodies and the craving, insatiable trap between her thighs had stirred and moistened. But she had resisted the tempting thought that flashed through her mind and had started to turn away when Kenny spotted her and let out a yell.
"Hey, Miss Swan! come on in, the water's great!"
The other two boys had giggled and seconded the invitation, but she had shaken her head. "Sorry fellows, I didn't bring my swimsuit."
"You didn't have it the last time you were up here either," Kenny said boldly. "You were skinny dipping then, so why not now?"
"Yeah, Miss Swan, don't be chicken!" one of the twins called. It was Tony, the one with the most freckles.
"We won't even peek while you get undressed," Freddy, the other twin, said.
"Besides, we saw you pretty good that last time," Kenny added, "and you didn't seem to mind then."
So that's who had been in the bushes when she had flaunted herself so shamelessly! No wonder they thought she'd be willing to swim naked with them. Well, she'd just show them that....
Paula sighed helplessly when she found her fingers were already unbuttoning her blouse, unzipping her skirt and letting both fall to the ground. Her body had decided what she was going to do while her mind was still playing coy.
She paused and let the three stare at her, knowing the frivolous black lace bra and bikini panties were shockingly sexy against the white of her skin. Then slowly she unhooked the bra and tossed it on top of her discarded skirt. Cupping the thrusting spheres in her hands, she moved toward the boys, finding the curious stares of three pairs of round eyes exciting beyond belief.
As she stepped into the water, she skinned out of briefs and tossed them back onto dry sand. She waded out toward the three, waiting until she was close enough for them to see the pinkness of he pouting outer labia through the thicket of golden hair before plunging beneath the water.
"Come on, you guys!" she shouted back over he shoulder as she emerged a dozen feet beyond them "I'll race you to the float!"
With her naked body skimming through the water like a dolphin, Paula headed out to where a rowboat was moored to a float, the three boys fol. lowing in her wake with much splashing and laughing. By the time she reached the boat, and grabbed it, they caught up with her and swarmed around like a bunch of playful puppies.
She felt Kenny slide across her middle, arms and hands brushing the tips of her breasts, belly and thighs sliding over her hip and butt. Freddy's slender legs locked around her upper thighs, and her hand brushed against the youthful hardness of his cock, sending little chills of desire racing up her spine to prickle at the back of her neck.
"Let's all duck Miss Swan," Tony said, paddling closer and throwing his arms around her.
The other two thought that a marvelous idea and backed off a little to get fresh grips on her. Tony ducked underwater and came up full length against her, his hands on her waist and his body molded to hers. As they struggled in mock battle, Paula couldn't keep her hands from running over his slim body, his boyishly rounded buttocks and modestly proportioned genitals. Her searching fingers encircled his firm erection while the other two boys closed in on her, giggling excitedly and rubbing against her under the water.
Excitement exploded inside Paula and nothing seemed important-not the fact that she was their teacher, not their tender ages, not that there were three of them and only one of her, nothing except that they were male and she was female and they wanted her.
Gently she massaged Tony to full erection while Freddy and Kenny bobbed and slid against her.-Kenny's hard young cock kept tapping her thigh, first high, then low as the motion of the water from his scissoring legs carried him up and down. Freddy was around behind her, hands on her ribs, his shaft butting gently against the small of her back.
She felt Kenny's hand on her hips and reached impulsively to guide it to her aching crotch. The boy's trembling fingers parted the sodden blond mat and dipped between the slippery labia. Paula bounced on the fingers to give him the idea, and then, depending on Freddy's caressing hands to hold her afloat, she let go of the boat so she could fondle the pricks of two boys at once. It was an incredibly erotic moment as Kenny's fingers fucked in and out of her pussy and Freddy held her up with a knee under her butt and his caressing hands on her tits.
"Don't tell anyone about this, boys," Paula whispered, squeezing the tight young balls. "Please, don't ever tell."
"We won't," Kenny whispered. "We like you too much to tell, Miss Swan. We never told how you used to open your legs in class and let us see your pussy, so we won't tell about this."
"You're good boys," she husked. "Now, listen, Kenny ... back up against the boat and brace yourself so I can get my legs up around you."
They were on the side of the boat that faced away from camp so no one could see them from there, but she just had to hope no one was walking along the path on the other side of the river. Not that she could have stopped in any case. Even if she'd known that everyone in camp, everyone in the congregation, everyone in town would learn what she was doing with these three boys, she would still have had to go on. Somehow it was a counterbalance to what had happened to her with Jay Divan and the Musters, an inevitable result of the events that had begun with the episode in Muster's office.
"Are you ready, sweetheart?" she asked Kenny. "You other boys help keep us buoyed up and your turn will come later. You're all so sweet that I'm going to be nice to each, one of you, but Kenny first."
With Kenny supporting himself against the boat, and the other two boys helping, Paula shimmied up the youngster's body until she could wrap her legs around his and rub her hot vulva against his surging dick. Reaching between them, she inserted the tip of his eager dong into the mouth of her snatch, then shoved forward and engulfed the whole length of his maleness in her voracious pussy.
She sighed as she felt the boyish cock glide up inside her, not filling her or reaching her depths but feeling warm and pleasant in spite of the lapping water.
Kenny's brown eyes were big as saucers, and it was obvious he was thrilled speechless. His beautiful, lady-like Sunday school teacher whom he had always adored and secretly dreamed of fucking was his. His cock was sunk to the balls in the sacred blond pussy he had ogled and yearned for so many Sunday mornings.
Locking her heels behind his round young rump, Paula began to rock, rolling her ass and trying not to splash the water too high around them. Slowly she slid up and down the boyish pole, wanting him to derive the greatest possible pleasure from his first woman.
"Fuck him faster, Miss Swan," Tony pleaded, treading water beside her and kissing her arms and legs in a frenzy of passion. "Please, I'm going crazy!"
"Maybe this will help," Paula said and stretched out a hand to each of the twins to massage their throbbing erections while she used her strong thigh muscles to keep on fucking Kenny.
The redheaded boys balanced Paula by clinging to the boat with one hand and to her with the other, the spaced-out looks on their freckled faces mute testimony to the pleasure she was giving them.
"Frig me harder, Miss Swan, I want to come," Freddy said, holding her up with his forearm while his fingers crept between her buttocks to touch the pubic hair and feel Kenny's frantic prick shove in and out of her sweltering pussy.
"No, this is just to keep you excited," Paula said, abruptly ceasing her manipulation of the twin genitals. "I've got something better than a hand job for you both."
With the rabbit like quickness of the very young, Kenny was approaching climax, his breath coming in gasping sobs. Paula wasn't ready to come yet but instead of slowing down, she speeded up, not wanting to dampen his ardor or blunt the violence of his imminent explosion.
"Fuck hard, baby!" she whispered, and the increased secretions of her snug channel lubricated the pistoning prick, making it feel like liquid velvet to the entranced body.
Kenny squealed and released one hand from the rocking boat to squeeze her nearest tit spasmodically as his semen jetted into her in the same pulsing rhythm. Paula clung to him until the last throb of his spitting cock died away and his fingers relaxed on her tingling boob. Then she slowly untangled herself from him and turned toward Tony.
"You're next, love. Back up against the boat."
Kenny slipped limply into the water while the redheaded boy took his place and Paula crawled up and prepared to impale herself on Tony's rearing cock.
Looking tenderly into the freckled face tense with expectancy, Paula smiled and kissed the full, babyish lips. "Relax, my, darling, and let Miss Swan fuck you. Don't be frightened. I'll do it all."
Tony arched his back as her legs went around him, and his rampant pecker stabbed into her open slit.
"Why can't I be next?" the other redhead cried. "Why not me, Miss Swan? You. don't know how awful I feel!"
"Poor baby," she said, then thought of a way to ease his misery. "Quick, climb up on the gunwale of the boat right over your brother's head. Hold on tight and let your legs and lower body hang over and I'll do something nicer for you."
Freddy did as he was told, and when he was positioned properly, Paula could reach his thighs and crotch by stretching upward a little. She kissed the inside of the slender thighs and tongued her way through a sparse growth of peach fuzz clustered around the taut young balls, tasting the damp muskiness before closing her lips over the tip of his stiff pecker.
Tony was making odd whimpering sounds as Paula fucked him with rising heat. He humped up to meet her with such enthusiasm that the water splashed noisily against their naked flesh and gurgled between them only to be squeezed out in tiny jets as the straining bodies came together again.
Paula let Freddy's moist cockhead glide fully into her mouth, contracting her lips around the little ledge at its outer edge and sucking gently. His sun-warmed thighs were against her cheeks and newly-grown pubic hair tickled her lips as she fluttered her tongue around and around his rigid dong. The boy's expression turned to ecstasy as she licked and sucked him while never ceasing her screwing conquest of his brother.
With Tony's cock thrashing in her cunt and Freddy's twin organ pulsing in her mouth, Paula felt all woman. She was mistress here, not a pitiful thing to be used and discarded with arrogant contempt.
Tony stifled his howl of pleasure against her shoulder as her overheated quiet sucked his orgasm from him and his fresh young jism spurted hotly to mix with that of Kenny in the queenly cavern of her sex. At almost the same moment, Freddy spilled his. juice into her mouth and the nearly simultaneous ejaculations triggered such strong excitement in Paula that her can't walls began to throb and tighten with the onset of her own orgasm.
Afterwards they drifted lazily toward shore, Paula floated on her back so that her smooth white body was available for all three boys to gaze upon and touch. The youngsters held onto her and paddled with their feet, circling around her and taking turns sucking her nipples, stroking her satiny belly and fingering the golden mystery of her glorious cunt.
When they were back on the sandy beach, Paula let them take turns fucking her again, and this time they were able to maintain their erections for longer periods which added to her pleasure and their own.
Finally she sent them back to camp to bathe and get dressed for supper while she rested awhile and thought things out. The couplings with Mike and these younger boys had been different from her subjection to Jay and the Musters. That had been vile and somehow evil, deliberate depravity for the sake of depravity. With the younger boys it had been simple sexual need with no thought or intention of exploitation on either side. She felt more content now and ready to move on to a more mature stage of her life. She would be capable of giving herself fully and completely to one man, of committing her love and her future to him without any lingering doubts or false images of her sensuality.
The warm, lingering rays of late-afternoon sun made Paula drowsy and she had almost drifted off to sleep when a piercing scream shattered the lovely quiet. Leaping to her feet as another screech reached her ears, Paula took off at a run in the direction from which the sounds came.
Barb! It sounds like Barb! And if it is, I'll bet Jay Divan's behind it. If that nasty little beast has hurt Barb, I'll kill him!
Long legs flashing, she dashed along the sun-dappled path, following it around a bend in the river until she came on a grouping of rocks jutting out onto the narrow beach. The sight that met her eyes was horrifying.
Barb Randall was stretched out on her back, arms pulled above her head and hands tied to stakes driven into the ground. Her spread legs were tied at the ankles to similar stakes. The girl was naked, high young breasts and darkly-furred pubes exposed to the sneering stare of Jay Divan who stood over her holding a short stake in his hand.
He's torturing her!
With no thought for her own nudity or the fact that Jay was much stronger than she, Paula hurled herself at the boy. She struck him in the back, and the force of her leap sent him sprawling. As he lay half-stunned, Paula snatched up the wooden stake and raised it over her head.
"Oh no you don't, you murderous little bitch!" a voice growled behind her and she was thrown off balance and pitched to the ground beside Barb.
She stared up at her attacker, anger giving way to fear as she saw Ephraim Muster, wearing only Jockey shorts, looming over her menacingly. Susie, in bra and panties, stood beside him, a triumphant smile on her face.
"I knew those screams would bring the little fool running," the woman said.
"I'm sorry, Miss Swan, Jay made me do it," Barb said tearfully.
"I hope you don't mind the unusual invitation we issued, my dear," Muster said in the rumbling baritone that in the past had set Paula to trembling but now only frightened her with its oily hypocrisy. "But we have decided to go away, and we just couldn't leave without giving a little party in your honor."
"Yeah, Teach, an orgy party," Jay guffawed, crawling around the stakes to untie Barb, "and you're the guest of honor. We're gonna ball you until you pass out and then me and Muster and Susie are gonna split to New York on the bread they ripped off the church. They're my buddies now, ain't you, Muster?"
"We are indeed, Jay" Susie said. "We've discovered a great many virtues in you in the last few days while Paula has been neglecting us for Barb's handsome brother."
"Miss Swan, I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen to you," Barb said as Muster and Jay stretched the struggling Paula out on the ground and bound her to the stakes. "I can't seem to help myself with Jay. I just have to do whatever he tells me to."
"I know, dear," Paula said. "I was the same way once."
"All right, that's enough talk," Muster said in the same sonorous tone he used to recite the benediction. He stepped out of his shorts and leaned over to rub the sweaty, musky crotch over Paula's nose and mouth. "What shall it be first, my dear? Do you want a cock or a cunt in your mouth? Or a tongue or a prick in your pussy? You may as well choose because you're going to get them all many times over before we're finished with you."
"You go to hell!" Paula said and spat at him.
"Naughty, naughty," he said, dropping to his knees and slapping her face with his massive penis. "If you do that again, you'll get a mouthful of piss. Now suck me off!"
Jay shoved Barb in Susie's direction and knelt between Paula's spread thighs. The woman sank down beside Paula, pulling Barb with her and starting to fondle the hard young titties.
The girl didn't object, but an expression of distaste crossed her face when Susie's hand snaked down across her belly to dabble in the wet gash at its base.
"Can I go to New York with you and Jay?" Barb asked.
"Of course you can," Susie purred, "just as long as you're nice to me and do what we want you to Paula."
Paula shivered in fear and revulsion at what she knew was coming, but there was nothing she could do to help herself or the girl.
Muster was squatting on her face, ramming his big shaft at her lips. "Eat it, my dear, or I'll break your pretty nose," he said, tapping his knuckles sharply on the delicate cartilage that gave her nose shape.
Tears sprang up in Paula's eyes and her mouth opened in a gasp of pain. With a chuckle, Muster rammed the full length of his torrid pecker to the back of her throat. Gagging and almost strangling, Paula began using her tongue and lips the way he wanted her to.
She felt Jay's brutal hands on her thighs and his fingers gouging roughly at her twat. Then there was the initial shock of his savage assault which faded to a dull ache as he slogged his thick pole in and out of her ruthlessly.
Paula's vision was blurred by the tears she couldn't wipe away, but she could see enough to know Susie had buried her face in the girl's fuzzy pussy and was introducing Barb to the ersatz joys of lesbian love.
Muster's hard man-flesh in her mouth and Jay's vengeful thrustings into her elastic cunt began to stir Paula's carnal senses in spite of herself, but the pleasure the swirling lust brought was shallow and mechanical and didn't touch the real Paula. She sucked and licked at the burning brand in her mouth and worked her lathered pussy in response to Jay's stabbings but part of her wasn't there. The essential essence of her being was detached and untouchable by these savages.
Everything ran together in a red blur of mindless lust after that. Muster flooded hotly and copiously into her sucking throat and as soon as he was gone, his wife's thick brush was pressed against Paula's lips. The steaming scent of the woman's pussy filled Paula's nostrils and the wet pubic hair tickled her cheeks as the smooth white thighs closed around her face.
She caught a glimpse of Barb being dragged toward her by one leg and then the girl was flopped across her muddle as Muster forced open the teenager's thighs and mounted her, using Paula's body as a platform upon which to fuck the protesting girl.
Having shot his load into Paula's vulnerable cunt while cursing and reviling her, Jay lurched to his feet and walked around to her head. He reached down and yanked Susie's head up to present her with his dripping, slimy prick. "Here you go, bitch. You dig cunt and cock so how about both at once. My cock has been in Paula's cunt, so suck it for me."
The woman opened her lips eagerly and licked greedily at the boy's soggy, gristly shaft while she ground her pussy harder onto Paula's face, smearing it with pungent juices.
The whole world seemed reduced to naked, fucking bodies. As soon as the three aggressors came, they changed positions and started in again. Muster had pulled Barb down between Paula's thighs, hauled her onto her knees and rammed his pecker into her from the rear, then toppled them both onto their sides so they could lick and suck at the blond pussy so close to their mouths.
Susie shuddered and came, wetting Paula's face and neck with her free-flowing juices and almost strangling her with clamped thighs. Jay grunted and filled Susie's mouth with his ropy semen. Driven by the lustful attention of two mouths, Paula felt her pussy spasm and heard Muster's triumphant shout as he and Barb climaxed together.
Light had faded from the sky but still there was no end. Bodies changed places and the orgy picked up momentum. Susie's hot cunt was glued to Paula's while Jay penetrated the redhead anally. Barb was turned around and forced down on Paula's face by the wildly laughing Muster.
"Here you go, Teacher! Here's one of your prize pupils! Teach her how to suck cunt!"
Paula had a brief glimpse of Barbs' stricken face and knew the girl didn't want the forced caresses any more than she wanted to give them. But it didn't matter what either of them wanted or didn't want. Barb's strong, athletic thighs were placed on either side of Paula's face and the dark muff that reeked of Susie's perfume and Muster's semen was forced down onto her mouth. Paula didn't fight it; she extended her tongue resignedly and inserted it into the girl's tight pussy while Muster violated Barbs' mouth with his big fat prick.
It was all wrong and it would never have happened any other way, but the frenzy of their captors' lust carried the two prisoners along and infected them in spite of their better natures. Barb tightened her legs around Paula and her mouth slurped and sucked at Muster's thick stalk. Paula's tongue sank deep into the tender inner recesses of her favorite girl student and her lips gathered up the folds of the firm young labia and sucked on them fervently. She couldn't keep her own thighs from squirming or her butt from rolling at the expert cunt-fucking Susie was administering.
Barb was sobbing hysterically by the tine she shuddered through a shattering orgasm that merely seemed to intensify her frenzy. She kept sucking so hard on Muster's prick that he finally had to slap her away to keep from having it rubbed raw.
Nothing seemed to satisfy the animal carnality of their tormentors. Muster mounted Paula again and rode her for almost an hour with only a few moments' pause to lick the dregs from numerous orgasms from his wife's non-stop pussy.
They formed a circle with Paula at its apex and Muster's shaft in her mouth, Susie's mouth in her cunt, Jay's mouth in Susie's cunt, Barb sucking on Jay and Muster closing the circle by performing cunnilingus on Barb.
There was more, much more, but it all seemed to dissolve into a weird haze of naked bodies, of arms and legs, of gaping twats and grotesquely spurting cocks. None of it was real to Paula, not even Susie squatting on her face with the cheeks of her ass spread so that she was forced to lick the puckered dimple and worm her tongue up into the none too dainty rectum while Barb sprawled on top of her and tongued the redhead's insatiable cunt.
And, then finally it was all over. Muster voided into her for the last time and could no longer achieve an erection. Even Jay's attempt to violate her mouth one more time failed. Barb had passed out, and Paula was only half-conscious. Only Susie seemed able and willing to continue.
"Let's do something else. Let's do another daisy chain. Roll Paula over and fuck her in the ass, you dumb dudes! What's the matter with you?"
"I've had it," Jay panted. "We oughta get the hell out of here anyway. That money you liberated from the church before you came up here is gonna be missed pretty soon, and if they catch you at this, they'll really throw you in the slammer."
"What are we gonna do with this one?" Muster asked, kicking at Paula. "We can't take her with us. Barb will be enough of a drag."
"Why don't we just leave her where she is?" Susie said. "Maybe a bear or a wolf or something will come out of the forest and finish her off."
"Hey, I got a better idea!" Jay said, his eyes glittering as he picked up the long, thick stake sharpened to a point at one end. "I always wanted to see what would happen to a woman with something like this jammed up her cunt."
"That'll kill her," Muster said. "We don't want to face a murder rap."
"What difference does it make?" Susie demanded. "There's no more capital punishment. You get more time in the slammer for embezzlement than murder in this state, and we're already up to our ears in that. Besides, it would be a new kick ... a groovy experience to see that uppity female squirm and suffer while that thing split her in half in the final, colossal fuck of her life." Paula opened her mouth and screamed.
Jay moved to stand between her outstretched legs, the stake in one hand and a rock in the other. "This is gonna be the wildest kick I ever had," he said as he positioned the stake with its point touching the soft pink folds of her sex. "I'm all fucked out, but I bet I come when I hammer this up that snooty cunt of yours!"
Paula pulled desperately at the bonds that held her and screamed until her throat ached, then screamed again, knowing she would never stop until she was dead.
Susie was moving around to her head to shut her up when shouts sounded and feet pounded through the trees. Paula screeched louder and suddenly several figures dashed into the moonlit clearing. A tall form hit Jay and dragged him to the ground, fists thudding into the boy's face. Another man tackled Muster as he tried to dart into the woods, and Susie was tripped up and hauled back as she fled toward the river.
"Paula, speak to me! Oh, my God, what did these monsters do to you?" It was Rod Taylor, and he cradled her in strong but tender arms as one of his fellow rangers untied Paula's hands and feet. "Darling, are you all right?"
"Y-yes, I think so," Paula said against his shoulder and shivered violently at the thought of the fate she had just escaped. "Oh, Rod, it was horrible! And poor little Barb, it was even worse for her. I'm so glad you got here in time, but how did you know ... how did".
"There was a fire at the camp. Didn't you hear all the noise? It was that damn flue in the kitchen I told you to have fixed. Now I'm glad you didn't. We put it out and were looking for Muster to serve notice that the place has to be closed when we heard you screaming and came running."
"I'm glad it was you," Paula whispered, snuggling closer in his arms and knowing she was home at last, that this was the end of her journey, of the sexual hegira that had begun that morning in Dr. Muster's office.
