Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

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.