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Chapter 7

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 appreciately. "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.