Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

Paula kept shaking her head. She didn't believe it. It was all just a pack of filthy lies this horrible boy was making up to hurt her. "How would you know that? Are you trying to tell me you're in the confidence of the church elders?"

Jay laughed mockingly. "No, not the church elders, Teach. But I've got an in with Mrs. Bates. She tells me lots of things when we're in bed screwing while her old man is working his butt off down at the hardware store."

Paula stared at him as though he'd suddenly grown two heads. Betty Bates and this dirty-minded little boy? Of course Betty was much younger than Elmer, lively and pretty and always flirting, but surely she wouldn't take up with this punk kid!

"So that's why you don't want to get your boy friend fired," Jay said. "If he gets in trouble sexwise again, that's the end of the line! He'll end up selling apples on the corner if anyone will trust him with the apples."

Paula felt sick. If Betty had told Jay any of this during their… no, she didn't believe that part of it either! But even if she did screw Jay, as he put it, the information she passed on to titillate him had to be based an rumor or outright lies. Ephraim Muster just couldn't have done things like that! He couldn't have been involved with young girls at other churches! Then his words came back to her. "I recommend it for cramped spaces and hurried couplings," and "Susie understands about me and my little friends." She had puzzled over what he had said at the time, but now it all seemed clear enough. She had given her trust and her virginity to a man who left a trail of deflowered virgins at every church at which he served.

Jay was grinning in triumph at the expression on Paula's face. "I thought that would get you. Now you see how important it is that I don't spread the word about you and Muster."

"You wouldn't anyway," Paula spat. "In the first place, you didn't see anything, and in the second no one would take your word against ours!"

The boy's head jerked back and he laughed as though genuinely amused. "You are a dreamer, Teach! Not only did I see plenty, but I had two witnesses!"

Cold fingers of fear crept around Paula's heart as she recalled seeing Jay and the two other boys standing out near the parking lot.

"You guessed, didn't you?" he asked, taking another step toward her. "You saw me and Sammy and Mike when you left, but you should have seen us earlier when we spied on you and old Muster through the keyhole."

Paula clutched at her throat, feeling as though she, were sinking in a quagmire of dread. "I… no, I don't believe you. Mike Randall is a good boy. He wouldn't do a thing like that, and if he saw anything accidentally, he wouldn't tell."

"Yeah, Mike's a goody-goody type, but he's got a thing for you… a grand passion I guess you'd call it, and now he's jealous and mad at you. He figures if you'd fuck an old bastard like Muster, you ain't worth worrying about."

"You're making all this up! There wasn't any thing to see!"

"Wasn't there? How about that old motherfucker sittin' in that chair and opening his pants and taking his pecker out? I saw that cute pink bottom of yours riding up and down while you shagged his big dong almost off. Don't worry, Teach, I saw plenty!"

aula could no longer doubt that he had. His description was too accurate to be a guess. She walked past him to the couch and sat down, too miserable even to be frightened. Jay had taken her beautiful dream of love and eventual marriage and smashed it until nothing remained but public disgrace for her and dismissal for Muster.

"You see, I wasn't fooled a bit when I knocked on the door and Muster let me in. Hell, I could smell that fishy sex smell right away, and the look on your face was a dead giveaway. Old Muster now, he was pretty cool, but you let a spot on your dress psyche you out. Hey, I'll bet if you hadn't sat down, you'd have had jism running down your legs into your shoes!"

Paula shuddered. Every word hit her like a physical blow, hurting and stinging as though they were stones of the sort thrown at adulteresses in Biblical times.

"Yeah, and you two were so fuck-hungry I knew you'd go right back to it as soon as I left, so I ran and got Mike and Sammy and we took turns looking through the keyhole. We saw everything from his finger teasing your pretty little cunnie to you rocking on that hard cock after it was buried to the balls in your hot twat!"

Paula looked up at him, her blue eyes brimming with tears. "What… what do you want? What will it take to keep you quiet?"

His black eyes mocked her, showing no sign of pity or sympathy. "Not much, Teach. Buying my silence won't cost you much… matter of fact, you'll never even miss it."

The faint ray of hope his words aroused faded and died as she saw the expression on his face. Fear tightened her throat, and she could barely manage to choke. "W-what do you want?"

"I wanna fuck you," he said bluntly. "I've been waiting for a chance like this ever since you started putting on that pussy show for us every Sunday."

Paula opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The thought of this despicable boy wanting to make love to her was horrifying and sickening. And to know that she had brought it on herself by her display of flesh, however unintentional, was even worse.

"So that's the deal, Teacher. You and me fuck and I keep the guys quiet. We don't fuck and all three of us talk."

"Oh, no, no, no!" Paula cried and buried her face in her hands.

"What's so bad? You dig cock. Well, I got cock, more and better cock than you ever seen. Hell, you been settling for second-rate stuff with that old shit Muster. You're an easy lay and now you got a chance to fuck something young and alive… what's so bad about that?" '

Paula looked up at him and her lip curled. "I'll tell you what's wrong with it! Not only am I not an 'easy lay' but even if I were, I'd still find you completely and utterly despicable and repulsive."

Anger flashed across his face, and he reached out and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back on the couch. "Now, you listen to me, you stuck-up bitch! You cunt-flaunting, prick-teasing, holier-than-thou whore! Either you're gonna spread those white thighs and open that cunt for my cock or you're gonna be known as the biggest pushover in town! Everyone will hear how you waved your cunt around while you were supposed to be teaching Sunday school, tool Every guy in the class will know that's true, so they'll believe the rest of it, too."

The prospect of the rest of her class hearing such awful things about her and believing them, as Mike Randall apparently already believed them, was appalling, but Paula knew it was her own fault. Driven by desperate needs, unable to control the overpowering lust that had been consuming, her, she had shown herself to those boys and now her sins were catching up with her. Once it became known what she had done, people would believe anything Jay accused her of.

"Look, bitch… look at this!" Jay jerked her head around by yanking at the golden strands of hair he still held. "See what you're gonna get! Don't that make your cunt water?"

He had unzipped himself and his stubby but very thick shaft bobbed right in front of her face. Paula stared at it with fear and disgust.

Jay yanked at her hair again, dragging her face closer to she could feel the heat of his genitals and smell the heavy musk of his none-too-clean flesh. "You want cock so much you fuck old men, so what's wrong with mine?"

Paula tried to turn her head away, but the boy held it steady and laughed at her. "Don't try to fool me with that prissy pursed-lip look! Just make up your mind… what's it gonna be, a few quiet fucks for Jay or Teacher's name dragged in the mud in the church and all over town?"

"I… I…" What could she do? This boy could ruin not only her life but the Musters' as well. Whether she loved Ephraim or not, did she have a right to bring down disgrace and dismissal on his head? Was it fair that he lose his promising career, that all the good he could do in modernizing and liberalizing the church should go down the drain just because she couldn't put the welfare of others above her own narrow concept of morality?