Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

"Yeah… yeah, Ill bet you'd do just about anything I told you to," Jay gloated. "Get you hot and you'd stop at nothing."

Paula hated him. She had never hated anyone in her life before. She was a sincere believer in the Christian precept, love thy neighbor, but she made an exception in Jay Divan's case. She loathed his sneering arrogance, his cruelty and his assumption that no woman could resist him. But what she felt when his cock was buried in her pussy was another matter that she might as well face.

"Wouldn't you do anything for a fuck, slut?" Jay demanded, nudging the side of her tit with a dirty bare foot.

Paula closed her eyes and pretended she didn't hear. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I'm not going to let him…

"Answer when I talk to you!" Jay said, kicking at her again.

Paula glared up at him defiantly.

He laughed and leaned over to swat her round white behind. "You'll do it. You're just like all the rest – round heeled from the day you were born. And I got some groovy ideas we can try. Come on, get over on the bed! I'm gonna teach you a couple of new tricks."

When Paula didn't move, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked until she got up on her hands and knees and crawled toward the double steel cot that had been made up for the Muster's bed. He continued to tug at the golden strands, and she obediently clambered up onto the fresh sheets and stretched out on her back. She didn't know what was coming next but had a feeling it would be both unpleasant and degrading. Hating her weakness, she waited meekly, knowing she didn't have the strength of will to resist or deny this boy whatever he wanted.

Jay stripped off his T-shirt and knelt on the cot between her spread legs, staring down at her with as evil gleam in his eyes. Paula looked at the stocky, muscular body with its patches of black hair on chest and belly and thighs and found the boy repulsive. She looked at the chunky shaft rising from the dark, musky forest of pubic hair and found him irresistible.

"You know, lying there with your legs open and your mouth all slack and loose, you look like a whore I used to know – first skunk I ever screwed. All women are whores, you know that? Mrs. Bates is only one of the `respectable ladies who invite me in and play sex games behind their husbands' backs. And look at you! Everyone thinks you're an angel, but you expose yourself to teen-age boys, fuck the preacher right in the Sunday school office and seduce a fifteen-year-old who comes to you for help!"

Paula gasped. "You? I seduced you?"

Jay snickered obviously, pleased with himself. "Right on, Teach! You lured me to your apartment, put vodka in my lemonade to get me drunk and then raped me when I couldn't help myself. That's my story and any time you get out of line, that's what gets broadcast all over town." His eyes narrowed and his voice turned mean. "I mean it, bitch! From now on, you're my private whore, and I'm gonna start training you right now!"

Paula just stared up at him, eyes flashing hatred but feeling a sick excitement rise inside of her as he moved forward between her legs, still on his knees. His legs forced hers wider until his knees were tight against her furry crotch. She lay without moving, waiting for whatever was to come, half-frightened and half-expectant.

"You see this?" he said, taking the bloated stalk of his dong in both hands and bouncing it up and down. "This is your Bible from now on, Miss Swan. Anything this tells you to do, you do!"

The next day was frantic. From the time the first light of dawn brightened the windows of the cabin and Jay climbed grumbling out of bed to sneak back to his own quarters until after lights out at ten in the evening, Paula was on the run, but she did manage to take a break a little before noon.

After she had hunted down the youngsters scheduled to help Mrs. Clark with lunch, Paula decided to take advantage of the break and headed for the showers. Her night of lust with Jay had left her sweaty, sticky, and she feared, smelly. She wanted to wash up before someone besides Jay, told her she stank like a cheap whore. But, of course, the showers still weren't working. Good old Joe Boggs wasn't up yet, sleeping off a hangover, no doubt.

She had to wash somewhere. Just taking a dip in the lake in her swimsuit wouldn't do much good, and she really couldn't do a satisfactory job at the tiny washbasin in the cabin. Then she had an inspiration. There was a secluded cove a hundred yards or so down the shore where she could bathe in peace. Throwing a towel over her shoulder and sticking a bar of soap in a jacket pocket, Paula started through the trees and along a path she remembered from previous years.

Young people were roaming around the camp grounds, some pitching horseshoes, some playing volleyball, others just wandering aimlessly. The Bible study classes wouldn't begin until Ephraim and Susie arrived, and Paula wondered that the unsupervised play might result in trouble. Right after lunch, she promised herself, she'd get things organized, start a routine of some kind to keep the situation under control. But right now she had to attend to her own personal problem.

Once during her short hike she thought she heard a branch break behind her and then a giggle, but when she turned to look, there was no one there. Deciding that she was just acting paranoid, Paula hurried to the cove and, once there, removed her blouse and bra.

I'm going to cleanse myself. Pin going to wash off all the physical evidence of having wallowed in lust, and I'm going to wash it out of my mind also, she thought.

She slid her hands under the band of her panties and was just stepping out of them when she heard another sound from the bushes nearby. She could have sworn it was heavy breathing.

Is somebody watching me? Is one of the boys back there in the gushes ogling my body? My God, don't they ever think of anything else?

She was about to snatch up her clothes and flee when another thought and another feeling halted her.

Some sweet boy is watching me. He's looking at the whiteness of my body. He's staring at the creamy flesh of my breasts, admiring the molding of the two lovely cones with their scarlet tips standing up proudly in the forest air. His eyes are on my thighs where they curve up to meet my belly. He can see the brush of blond hair that covers the lips of love and he's getting excited. His cock is growing harder as he watches, and his hand has gone down to grasp it, to squeeze it while he thinks about fucking me.

Paula caught her breath and tried to fight the fantasy. No, no no! I've got to stop this! I'll go crazy if I don't stop thinking about sex! My God, didn't I get enough last night? Can't I ever get enough?

But her admonitions were wasted, they meant nothing compared to the sensual pleasure of being watched, of being desired.

So she posed for her unseen audience. She lifted her breasts skyward with a hand under each. She stroked the tips of her nipples until they were hard, red cherries on the snowy cones of flesh. She stepped daintily into the water, making sure the long, white thighs and rounded buttocks were displayed to best advantage. Wading in slowly, she dipped up water and splashed it on herself, turning casually toward the clump of bushes where she was sure her Peeping Tom was hidden. Then she began to soap herself, lathering the fullness of her tits, spreading suds lovingly across the slopes, over the tingling nipples and into the deep valley between. Fluffy bubbles circled her narrow waist and covered her belly before the bar of soap moved on to her thighs.

As excitement rose in her, she drifted into something between a bath and a sensuous dance. Lifting a leg out of the water, she lathered the length of it, taking special care with the satiny flesh on the inside of the thigh. Moving to the other leg, she started with her foot, sudsing the ankle, calf and kneecap, then working her way slowly and languorously up the thigh to where it joined the groin. Spreading her legs wide so that the pubic hair parted and her unknown admirer could see the partially open labia, she began to soap her genitals.