Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

A person can't be a complete human being without sex," Dr. Muster said. "Susie and I came to an agreement on that several years ago, that we should each have normal sex lives despite the fact that we are in the ministry, that we should enjoy sex, together and separately, for the good of our work."

Paula wasn't quite sure what Dr. Muster was saying, but his voice was wonderfully intimate and persuasive and his words seemed to be stirring her almost as much as his body.

"I'm glad you came to me with your trouble, Paula, because your very, very dear to me."

"I am dear to you?" Paula couldn't believe her ears.

"Yes, more than dear, my sweet. I haven't been able to think about anything but you for weeks." Somehow the top of Paula's dress had come unbuttoned and pulled away from her shoulders, exposing the white tops of her boobs.

Her heart was pounding wildly and her head was a giddy whirl. Feeling as though she were about to faint, she leaned more heavily against Dr. Muster. He didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, his lower belly was pushing hard against hers, and something long and hard was rubbing over her upper thighs and the plump little mound between them.

"Paula, my dear, I'm afraid I have to confess that I'm in love with you," Dr. Muster whispered as he slid a hand inside her dress and around the back to expertly unhook her bra.

"In love?" Paula gasped. "You… you couldn't bel What about your wife? Does Susie know?"

"Don't let such things concern you," he whispered, "Susie understands me. We have an agreement, an open-ended marriage with room for growth in other relationships."

Paula didn't have the vaguest idea what he was talking about, and she was so sexually aroused that she didn't care. Her strict upbringing and the things that had been hammered into her about the sanctity of marriage had no meaning now. If Ephraim Muster said that what they were doing was all right and that his wife would understand, she was willing to take his word for it.

And it seemed Mrs. Muster was going to have a lot to understand, because Paula's bra was now off and Ephraim's hands were filled to overflowing with Paula's high, cherry-pointed titties, his fingers squeezing the resilient flesh and making shivers run up and down her spine.

"I've dared to dream of this so often when I watched you with the other young people or saw you singing in the choir. I looked for it to happen every time I saw you looking so young, so clean and so sweet." He bent his head and his lips burned a path over one quivering jug, captured the rigid red nipple and sucked on it strongly.

Erotic sensation rippled outward from the point of contact, causing Paula's knees to buckle so that she sank onto the desk behind her for support. Instantly Dr. Muster lifted her so that she was sitting on the edge, then pushed between her legs, shoving her dress up around her middle so that her bare thighs above the tops of her nylons were exposed. Since her tits were already bare, this didn't seem too important, but when she felt him bump against her crotch, she felt she had to protest.

Dr. Muster, please, you're getting me all rumpled up. You're so impetuous and ardent."

"Can you blame me when you've made me wait so long?" he whispered huskily, his mouth moving over her breasts like a swarm of locusts, kissing, licking and all but slobbering in his effort to devour them.

"Oh, ohhhh, Tm so excited I can hardly stand it," Paula panted, "but we shouldn't be doing this. Somebody might come in and I'm… I'm afraid! I've never gone all the way."

He pushed her back on the desk so that her legs extended out on either side of him. Her dress rode high around her waist her pink panties completely exposed, sopping crotch and all. Muster pulled the narrow strip of wet material aside, parted the golden pubic hair with a long index finger and opened the soft pink lips that only one man had ever explored and he not totally. Moving the finger up and down the slippery crease, he alternately stroked the sensitive clitoris and dipped shallowly into the molten cavity at the other end.

Paula squirmed against the caressing finger, wanting what it was doing to her and more.

"Tell me what you want, my dear," Muster said, bumping his groin against her legs and sending the finger deeper into her puffy cunt. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"Oh no… no, please, I can't… I can't!" she choked, fighting against the waves of carnal pleasure that crashed through her.

"You can and you will," the hot-eyed man looming over her said. "You've got to, Paula darling, I can't stand being denied you any longer. Feel how much I need you!" The huge bulge on the front of his pants banged against her softness, and the talented finger danced in and out of her cunt.

Paula thrashed her head from side to side as a warm, melting sensation told her she was lost. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but still she protested. "Someone might come in! What would happen if someone came in?"

He looked uneasily over his shoulder. "I'll lock the door in a second, but first I want you to feel this." He took her hand and moved it to his zipper, fumbled his fly open and let his hard prick leap out against her palm. Paula sucked in her breath when she felt its size and fiery heat.

"Oh, Dr. Muster!" she gasped.

"Call me Musty, my dear. Feel that big cock and them tell me you don't want it in you, that you don't want me to show my love for you with it."

Paula's teeth were chattering, but her fingers were obediently running up and down the lengthy pole, checking the thickness and solid strength of it from the rounded nub on top to the hairy nuts from which it sprang.

"Do you feel it throbbing for you, Paula?"

She nodded, unable to speak as the hot, wet knob nuzzled her palm and the urgent smell of masculine lust rose from it.

"You have made me that way, Paula," Muster said. "My love for you has been raging for so long that my prick has become a torment to me, an aching, blood-filled torment. You've got fo help me, Paula. You've got to help me get rid of the pain"

Somehow it all sounded reasonable to Paula in her bemused state. If she were to blame for his torment, then it was only right for her to help him get rid of it, even if that involved doing something she had been taught was a sin.

"You will let me fuck you, won't you, darling?" Muster said in his hypnotic rumble.

"Yes; yes, yes!" Paula said in a passionate rush, "but I never have before, you know. No one has ever actually… penetrated me."

"Then I'll be the first," Muster said, pleased.

"My dear, I am honored."

Disengaging her hand, he turned and walked to the door, glanced up and down the hallway, then closed and locked it and came back toward her.

Paula watched, mesmerized, as he opened his belt and began removing his trousers. His massive erection bobbed and swayed as he walked, and the heavy balls rising out of the forest of black pubic hair terrified her. But she couldn't move from the edge of the desk, couldn't cover her naked tits or make any effort to protect her valuable pink pussy from the reddish-tan monster advancing on it. She could no more move than could a bird hypnotized by a snake.

Ephraim Muster was smiling as he stepped out of his pants and shorts and draped them carefully over the back of a chair. "We won't be disturbed now, little bird. Services have started upstairs and we have a whole hour without fear of interruption by the madding crowd."

Paula nodded, but she couldn't have said a word to save her life. She was so shaken by the turn events had. taken that she could only stare in fascinated disbelief at the way this man she admired looked without his pants on. Why, he was positively animal-like! There was so much of him. His dong was so long and thick and savage-looking with its big, bulbous head and all that black hair around its base. It was so different from Jim's more modestly proportioned genitals.