Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

He snickered lewdly and rammed a couple of fingers between the swollen labia, rubbing hard along her slippery crack and thrusting rough into her molten interior. "Yeah, Teach, you're hot to trot, no point in denying it. You're so wet my hand's soaked already. Hear it squish? Hey, how about I put it to you right here against the wall?"

He used his free hand to open his belt and unzip his pants. Paula moaned and tried not to look as he freed the thick, bulbous-headed dong from his shorts and let it bounce against her thighs. All her nightmares of the past week were coming true.

"Touch it!" he ordered. "You can move your hands enough for that. Pull my shorts down and feel that big cock."

"No," she said, trying to get a grip on her runaway emotions, to regain control of her treacherous body. "I won't do it. You can't make me."

Without a word, he backhanded her, jolting her head against the wall and bringing tears to her eyes. To Paula's surprise the blows increased her excitement instead of cooling it, and she sobbed as her hips jerked and shot her pelvis forward to force the invading fingers deeper.

Jay snickered again. "You dig that rough stuff, huh? Well, I can give you plenty of that!" He belted her again. "Now pull my shorts down and jazz me a little with your hand. But don't make me come. I don't, want to spill my jism on the floor. There's a thing in the Bible about that, ain't there? You oughta know, you're the expert on that."

Paula was shaking all over. She couldn't win her battle against passion and she knew it. Her thighs were flexing with desire, asscheeks rolling sensuously and inner muscles clutching at the inadequate substitute filling her quim.

Her hands went to his shorts and began to pull them down, clumsy in her eagerness and the confining sleeves of the robe. But finally the underpants fell around his ankles and Jay grunted his pleasure as her hand closed around his gross stalk and began moving the wrinkled foreskin up until it completely covered the round, purplish nub, then down as far as it would go, baring the whole of the formidable weapon.

Paula's breathing quickened as her pumping hand did, her mind in a passionate turmoil. Her body had won out, and now her previously unwilling brain was fixed on one thing only – the irrestible urge to couple, the compulsive need to be filled with man-meat.

"Okay, you can stop the hand job," Jay grunted, sliding his forearms under her thighs and tilting her upwards and backward. "You're gonna get fucked just like the whore you are… up against the wall. I hope you don't get no splinters in your ass."

His stocky legs forced her thighs wide, and she could feel the ridges of muscle under the thick covering of black hair. The hard spheroids of his balls thudded against the ultra sensitive flesh where her thighs joins her pubic area, and the massive, globular head of his cock bobbed against the yielding wetness of her pearl-pink furrow. Paula squirmed on the supporting arms, trying to capture and engulf the swaying pole.

He laughed at her obvious need and deliberately eluded her. Don't get grabby, Teach. Holy Annie types shouldn't be so greedy for cock. Some people might think you belong in a whorehouse instead of a Sunday school camp."

"I don't care! Put it in! Please, put it in! Don't tease… I'm going crazy!" she wailed and tried again to trap the throbbing pick.

"Why, you're just a dirty little cock-lover! That big wholesome-and-pure act of yours is just a cover-up for what you really want – a hard prick shoved up your cunt!"

"Yes, yes, yes," she babbled hysterically. "Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me 'till I die!"

That's what I like – to hear a dame beg for it" he said and thrust forward suddenly, bulldozing into her without regard for the tender outer flesh he dragged partway inside with him.

Paula sobbed with the pain and pleasure of it. Frantically she shook her shoulders and wiggled her arms until she pulled free of the robe that was holding them down, then put her hands on the boy's shoulders and bounced her ass against the wall, balancing herself on her heels and rolling her cunt in circles on the pylon of flesh that penetrated her.

She cared nothing about Jay Divan. He disgusted and revolted her. She considered him beneath contempt and would not have spent five minutes in conversation with him, but when he fucked her, she forgot he existed as a person and was aware only of the thickness and brute force of the male organ piercing her.

"Harder… harder," she gasped, shaking her head from side to side in the sweet agony of lustful violence until her blond hair was flying around her head like a cloud of spun gold. "Oh, please, harder!"

Jay grunted and drew almost completely out of her before slamming back in with such bruising force that Paula's teeth clicked together and her body jolted against the wooden wall so hard the small building shook. Pulling back, he drove in again, scraping the whole length of his dick along the bald tip of her engorged clitoris and sending shocks of intense pleasure kiting along her nerves.

"You like that, bitch?" Jay demanded, fingers digging into her butt painfully and his thighs like a wedge between hers, holding her open to receive it!"

"It's good… it's so good! I love it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Paula panted, tightening her cunt muscles on the hard, plunging flesh and letting the sensitive nerve endings send wild waves of erotic pleasure lashing through her body like the sea before a typhoon.

"You're panting like a bitch in heat," he said contemptuously. "That's all you are, Teach, a stinking bitch who'll fuck any stud who comes along." He seemed to get an extra kick out of verbally abusing her, and Paula found that it stimulated her as well. Later she would writhe in shame over the names he had called her as well as the things she had let him do, but right now, they merely added that bit of lewdness that made her carnal pleasure complete.

She kicked her heels at the back of his thighs, trying to climb higher on his body, twisting and rotating on the iron pole that battered at her relentlessly. Each thrust into her honeyed depths produced liquid sounds now as her cunt juices flowed copiously, oozing out around the tightly gripped phallus to trickle down the inside of her thighs, matting her silken pubic hair as well as Jay's wirier foliage. But Paula didn't care. Everything else faded into insignificance compared to the delicious sensations that filled her body and mind to overflowing.

As though enraged by her enjoyment, Jay pounded at her furiously. He slammed her hard against the wall and held her pinned there so that she flopped about helplessly, entirely at his mercy. Unable to move, she submitted to his bull-like lunges, moaning with joy at each vicious stab.

Then with a grunt and a muffled curse, Jay was geysering into her torrid depths, and Paula could feel the scalding gush against her cervix. As the hot tide rose and filled her snatch, she was swept rapidly into her own orgasm, senses drowned in lustful fulfillment as the fury of it dropped her over the last, lascivious edge into a bottomless abyss of rapture.

Jay grunted again and pulled out of her abruptly, his deflating prong bringing with it a gob of milky semen that dripped onto the floor, forming a sticky puddle. Without support, Paula collapsed into a limp heap on the floor, her breath coming in labored sobs and her mind reeling before the intensity of her experience.

Jay stood looking down at her, lip curled in contempt with a sly look of speculation flickering in his eyes. "You really flip don't you? You like cock so much you ain't even sane when you're being fucked."

Paula didn't answer and didn't move. She barely heard the words. They seemed to be coming from beyond a mist of shame and mind-numbing pleasure from a creature who didn't exist except for his ability to arouse and satisfy her lust.