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Chapter 10

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 red-headed 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 alike! 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 bonelike 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."