Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

"No, please, don't make me say it! Just do it!"

"No way! Either you ask for it or you don't get it," he said, rolling his torrid shaft between her bunched-up tits. "I can get my jollies right here."

"Oh God, I can't stand it. I can't stand it!" Paula moaned, biting her lips and rolling her head from side to side. "Please, please!"

"No! Say it or get a face full of cum!"

Paula looked at the drooling, pulsing, purple-headed monster so close to her chin and knew she didn't have long to decide. She clenched her jaw and forced the words past her reluctant lips, hurling them at him defiantly.

"Fuck me! Damn you, you little bastard, fuck me! Put your cock in my cunt and fuck my ass off!"

"That's more like it!" he chortled triumphantly. "The bitch in you will override the lady every time before I'm through with you!"

"Hurry, Hurry!" Paula gasped as he backed down her body, letting his rigid mace drag along her skin and flay her carnal senses raw. She bucked her groin up at him and groped for the distended organ.

"Man, are you cock-hungry!" he said evading her grasp and shoving his shaft roughly between the aching, lusting lips but not far enough in to do her any good.

Paula was slobbering in her excitement. She couldn't control her body even though there was a part of her, mind that was cool and rational, sitting back and passing judgment as it observed her behavior with contempt.

Jay watched her face as he thrust in an inch or two and pulled out again. "You really want it, don't you? What would you do to get it?"

"Anything!" she sobbed. "I'd do anything!"

"Good. Remember that. A time will come when I'll hold you to it, but right now, I'm gonna give it to you for free."

He braced himself and plunged deep into her palpitating passageway, and Paula moaned her joy at being filled so savagely.

"Good… oh, goooood! Harder! Give me! Give me more!" She raised her ass off the couch and reared up to force him in deeper.

"Just shut up and fuck!" Jay growled and slammed into her harder than before.

Paula didn't even hear him. Her whole body was on fire, and she arched her back and rolled on the penetrating hose, wanting the nozzle to reach the source of the fire and put it out.

There was no gentleness in Jay, but she had known there wouldn't be. His prong was used like a weapon, not an instrument of love. He was like a flaming torment, battering at her with no thought or care for her pleasure, interested only in using her to please himself. Far from being offended, Paula's body loved it. Her sensitive soul was offended, but her body gloried in the pounding, grinding male who was assaulting and conquering it.

"More… more… more," she chanted.

For an answer he grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her down flat on the couch, driving into her mercilessly, beating at her until her head flopped and rolled like a rag doll's.

She ground her pelvis back at him and tried to shove her boobs clear through his hairy chest. Her thighs came up around his flanks and churned against them as she pivoted on her hips to revolve her clutching cunt around his relentless cock.

"Sweet Jesus, where'd you learn how to do that?" Jay groaned. "I feel like I'm being squeezed in a velvet vise!"

Paula strained to reach around him and sank her fingernails into his rump, urging him to greater fury, wanting him to pierce her to the maximum degree. She lifted him upward with the sheer frenzy of her passion, all the time revolving her pelvis and rocking him against her pubes.

Jay grunted suddenly and she felt the pulsing of his rod, then the spurt of semen spraying her fiery depths.

Paula screeched and rolled wildly under the boy. Her burning twat started to throb, then to spasm and she followed him over the top, sobbing and pounding her head on the cushions as her orgasm shook her with frightening fierceness.

When it was over, Jay pulled away and left her staring at the ceiling in helpless shame. Now that the lust was gone, there was nothing left but the knowledge that she had wallowed in filth, and humiliation and a feeling of debasement washed over her. Dry sobs wracked her body, and she rolled over and buried her face in the cushions, wishing she were dead.

"Get your ass up off that couch!" Jay's voice commanded harshly and his hand whacked stingingly against her buttcheeks. "This time we fuck in the bedroom! You don't think you can bribe me with one lousy quickie, do you? Hell, I'm gonna fuck you until you pass out!"

Holding her hand on her smarting bottom, Paula got to her feet and stood trembling as though intending to defy him. But the sight of his hairy, brutish body defeated her. Nodding her head submissively, she turned and trotted naked into the bedroom ahead of him.

During the week following her defilement by Jay Divan, Paula lived in a daze, a hurt, shame-filled fog of self-disgust. For two days she thought seriously about suicide as she went about her work like an automaton. But gradually the idea of suicide faded into the back of her mind. After all, even the most degraded of human beings could redeem themselves. Hadn't one of the women in the Bible been a prostitute and later on became almost saintly? Yes, that was the thing to do-redeem herself. She would rededicate herself and work hard to atone for her transgression by leading a life of service in the future. And in a way, what she had done with that horrible boy had been mostly for Ephraim, to protect his reputation and career. Surely that was a, point in her favor. Yes, she'd go to Mountain Grove and keep herself so busy and so tired that she wouldn't have time to even think about sex.

With her resolve held firmly in mind, Paula got through the next few days fairly well. She had to train the girl who would do her work while she was gone, shop on lunch hours, do laundry and housekeeping chores in the evenings. She drove herself hard and refused to think about anything but how she was going to atone for her sins, what a good counselor she was going to be at camp and how much help she was going to be to dear Dr. Muster and Susie in their efforts to make Mountain Grove a success and turn it into a real experience in Christian living for the young people.

It was the nights that gave her trouble. All night long she tossed and turned in spite of her physical weariness. She needed sleep but sleep eluded her, and when it finally did come, it was so troubled with dreams and disturbing sexual fantasies as to be virtually worthless.

By the time Paula drove up to Mountain Grove on Sunday afternoon, she was drawn and pale, with dark circles under her eyes and a haunted look in their blue-gray depths. She had ducked out fast after Sunday school, using the excuse that she had to pack to avoid attending services and having to face Ephraim. It would be bad enough to have him see her this way at camp.

But that didn't turn out to be the problem she had to face first when she got to Mountain Grove. The Musters hadn't arrived yet. There was no one there, in fact, but the cook and the college boy hired as lifeguard. Mrs. Clark was a slovenly-looking woman women in her early sixties, and her sweat-stained housedress and stringy gray hair made her look like anything but the "gem" Mr. Muster had proclaimed her. Steve Tarbel was down by the stream, apparently checking out the safety of the swimming-boating area.

Paula decided she'd better start checking the cabins and setting up sleeping assignments and was on her way to do so when Joe Boggs came chugging up in his old wreck of a car with Olive Mills on the front seat beside him. Joe was a tall, skinny man in his early forties with a prominent Adam's apple and a nasty habit of chewing tobacco and letting a few drops dribble down his chin.

"Hi," Joe said, piling out of the car. "Dr. Muster said to tell you he and the missus would be up in a day or two. Until they get here, he says you're in charge." He dragged out a beat-up old suitcase tied with rope but made no effort to help Olive with her three matched pieces. "I'm going to my cabin and get a little shut-eye. Had a busy night last night, getting ready for camp."