Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

"Make up your mind, I'm getting tired of waiting," Jay growled, shoving forward so his hot maleness rubbed against her cool cheek.

Paula jumped but didn't try to pull away. She told herself she didn't because she knew it was useless to struggle with this hulking brute of a boy, but something down deep inside her whispered "Liar!" and she became aware of a dampening between her thighs and a faint throbbing in the depths of her easily aroused pussy.

"You're gonna do it, ain't you?" He grinned down at her, letting go of her hair and kneeling on the couch between her knees. "You're gonna, let me do anything I want to you, right?"

Feeling utterly helpless, unable to resist or even protest, Paula nodded in dumb misery.

"Sure, I knew you would. I've known it all along. And; I know something else. You're telling yourself that you're doing it 'cause you want to keep old Muster out of trouble, but that ain't the real reason. The real reason is this…" He leaned against her, forcing her backward, and his hand darted between her legs. His fingers closed on the mound of her sex and squeezed. "This is the real reason, this hot cunt that's never happy but when it's filled with cock!"

Paula wished she could crawl through the floor, sink into a deep, dark sea and never be seen again. But her body was betraying her. Even this crude young savage could excite her, even the vicious way he was digging his fingers into the tender love flesh seemed capable of arousing her.

Shame filled her and showed on her face as she sank down helplessly, letting her thighs spread so he could settle down with her.

"You slut! You whore… you prick-teasing whore!" he whispered, his hands moving feverishly all over her body. "God, you're built like a brick shithouse with tile floors!"

He forced her thighs wider, shoving her dress up out of the way so he could gloat over the nylon-clad legs stretched out on either side of him. His rough hands moved over her rounded knees, ran up the underside to touch the warm, white flesh above the stockings and pushed under her panties to prod at the soft, hairy mound until he found the tightlipped furrow that lay there.

"Ahhh, it's tight, nice and tight. Mrs. Bates is loose compared to you." He rammed two fingers into her with no regard for tender flesh.

Paula winced and whimpered. "Please… don't be cruel. Do whatever you want, but don't hurt me."

Jay laughed and twisted his fingers in the silky hair that covered her pussy. "Why shouldn't I hurt you? Give me one good reason. Don't you think I used to hurt sitting there in that stupid class, listening to the crap you were dishing out and watching this golden snatch peek at me? How do you think my cock felt knowing that I could look but not touch! It hurt! It hurt like hell! All the dudes' cocks were hurting!"

"Oh, I'm so ashamed… so ashamed!" she moaned.

"You should be," he, said and twisted harder.

Paula screamed and tried to scramble away, but the hulking youth pinned her easily with his superior weight and rocked her head with a stinging slap in the face. "Shut up or you'll really get hurt!"

"All right! All right, I'll do anything you say!" Paula babbled almost hysterically. "Just don't hurt met Please don't hurt met"

"Then keep your mouth shut and strip!" he ordered. "Get those clothes off or I'll rip them off!"

He eased off her so she could sit up, and trembling with fear and something else she considered so vile she wouldn't even name, Paula tugged her dress over her head and her slip along with it. Jay watched her while he stripped off his shirt and pants, his eyes moving like sticky fingers over the stocking and garter belt, panties and bra. Paula stared back at him as he knelt naked between her thighs, his brutish genitals rising from a thick mass of black hair, hair that extended up his belly and onto his chest, making him look more like an ape than a human being, with his long arms and heavily muscled legs.

Loathing for him rose like bile in her throat, but there was also an underlying fascination, some horrible pleasure in his animal-like appearance, some dreadful attraction to the savage body that matched the primitive mind.

"I want that off, too!" he growled and twisted his fingers in the elastic between her bra cups, yanking until it snapped painfully and came off. "I want you buck-naked, bitch!"

Paula was half sobbing from pain and despair at the sick excitement that was rising steadily inside her as he ripped and tore her panties to shreds.

"Man, you better be good! You better be worth all this or it's gonna go hard with you! I waited a long time to ball you and you better crack my nuts good!"

"I… I'll do the best I can," Paula said with a meekness that disgusted her.

He snorted and took hold of her legs by the calves, lifting and spreading them wide so he could stare into her partially opened cunt from close range.

"Ha! Look at that gash! I can see it better now than I could in class, Teach. You wanted. me to look so now I will." He used his thumbs to open the hair-adorned labia and expose the slippery slabs of pink-jellied flesh. "Hey, this is fun! I've had me a lot of girls and some grown women, too, but I ain't never had me a female I could do anything I wanted to before. This is gonna be a real groove!"

Paula cringed at the undignified position he was holding her in as well as at the implication of his words, but nevertheless was aware that everything he did or said stirred some perverse element in her that she hadn't dreamed existed.

I hate him! I hate this vicious, nasty little beast but I can't help getting excited! There's something wrong with me! I'm sick… disgusting!

"You think this will fit?" he asked, bouncing the hard pole of his maleness against the inside of her thighs. "Will this fat prick fit in your tight cunt or will it have to make a new hole for itself?"

Paula looked at the bloated brownish stalk, the bared glans such a deep. dark red that it almost seemed to glow purple. The Devil must have a cock like that! she thought wildly as she tried to control the urgent need, the vile lust that was taking over her body.

He dropped her legs, letting them fall limply while he inched up higher between them until he could rub the blunt-nosed weapon over her upper belly. "Feel how hard that is, chick? Don't you wish it was in you?"

Paula watched the burning rod roll back and forth across her middle, saw it indent the soft flesh with uncaring arrogance and told herself she hated the dirty male thing that was soiling her with its brutal touch.

He leaned over and took the corpulent dong in his hand, guiding it up over her midriff to butt against the under curve of her tits and then ram up between them and lie there throbbing hotly.

"I like that," he said and crushed her tits together to make a tunnel around his prick. "Hey, that's almost as good as a cunt! I'll bet if I was to come right now, I'd shoot jism all over your face. How would you like that, Sunday school girl? You want to drown in hot cum?"

She closed her eyes and tried to shut his words out of her consciousness. He was driving her crazy, but she didn't want him to know it. She was burning with lust and in spite of herself; her thighs began to writhe and her snatch oozed honey.

"You're getting hot," he said, fucking his prick slowly in and out of the improvised channel. "You want my cock in your cunt now, don't you? Well, you can wait, just like I had to wait. It's my turn to torment you, Miss Priss. I'm in no hurry to come. You know what I did before I came here? I went behind the church and jacked off so I could hold out for a while. I knew I could get you begging for it!"

Paula looked up at him pleadingly. She was sickened by her lust but unable to fight it. "Please… please."

"Please what, Teach? What is it you want me to do, holy girl? Come on, say the word! I want to see those pink lips wrapped around a dirty word."