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Chapter 6

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 kneed 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 devastingly 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.