Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

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?