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Chapter 11

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, ladylike 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 red-headed 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 red-headed 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 cant 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.