Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

"Don't be frightened," Muster said as he moved between her thighs and put a hand on each knee to push them up and out, spreading her pink fissure so wide that it showed on either side of the limp, wet string her panty crotch had become. "You must never be afraid of love, Paula. Love is what the world needs now and forever. Unless we all learn to love each other, there won't be any of us left on this earth in a few years."

Paula believed in people loving each other, in universal peace and all the other teachings of the church, but it had never entered her mind that the physical kind of love Dr. Muster was about to initiate her into was included in any of those categories.

But she couldn't take time to figure it out now. Her head was whirling with apprehension and wild anticipation as Muster crowded closer, fingered aside the narrow strip of nylon and prepared to sink the battering ram of his dick in her enslaved slit.

She whimpered a little as she felt the bigness of him push against the yielding softness of her womanhood.

"Such a sweet little cunnie, so tender and unused," Muster whispered and gripped her by the hips to hold her steady while the bulbous glans slid up and down between the well-oiled surfaces of the outer cuntlips, then spread the lesser folds between them and forced its way into the entrance of the hot, tight channel. "Remember, sweet thing, don't be afraid of love. It's all there is to make life worth living."

"I'm not afraid," Paula said and bit her lip as she felt the proud pole stretch her elastic membranes and slip in deeper. "This is love, and love is good."

Muster's breath was coming quickly now, and she could feel his hips chafing the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. But Paula didn't care as other feelings began to make themselves known, pleasurable feelings that were so much stronger than those aroused by Jim's caressing fingers when he had shoved them into her swampy cunt until they touched the hymen. He had always refused to go farther than that for fear of taking her virginity. But that prospect didn't seem to bother Dr. Muster. He seemed to be enjoying it.

"Hmmmm, I can feel the loving flesh dragging at mine and it is soooo good. Oh, baby girl, you've got. a tight, sweet cunt!"

Paula winced inwardly, wishing he wouldn't use vulgar words like that. She would have preferred romantic declarations of undying love from this saintly man, but she knew from her experience with Jim that the male of the species tended to become less eloquent and poetic under the stress of passion instead of more so, and obviously Ephraim Muster was no exception.

Huffing and puffing like a steam engine, he had now reached the barricade of the hymen. He bounced against it to test its strength and got a better grip on her butt.

"This is going to hurt a bit now, my dear," he whispered, "but remember that I love you."

"Do you, Muster, do you really?" Paula asked and thrilled to the feel of his maleness in her tight channel.

Ephraim drew back, withdrawing his shaft almost completely; then bending his middle, he drove forcefully forward until his belly and pubes were flat against hers. The blunt head of his dork burst through the thin membrane, and Paula felt a sharp, tearing pain, then a rush of hot wetness that relieved the soreness and turned it into blissful friction.

"Ah ha, it is done! The virgin is no more. I have taken my darling's precious cherry!" Ephraim said and began to fuck her with long, steady strokes.

The force felt wonderful to Paula. Everything was all right now, and she didn't think anything would ever hurt her again. The huge thing that filled and stretched her cunt was sending jolts of pleasure rocketing through her whole body. Muster grunted, and Paula's breath was a husky gasp as he lifted her and sank in deeper and deeper with each thrust. She could feel him pounding against the end of her channel, the hard head nudging the mouth of her womb while its thick length stretched the cunt walls voluptuously to make room for itself in the girlish tightness.

Reacting more from instinct than knowledge, Paula tightened the muscles of her belly convulsively and felt her cunt muscles squeeze the plunging shaft in response. Her pubic area began to revolve, and, she found she could lift upward to meet the downward strokes of the hard-fucking man.

"Oh, you sweet little darling! You delicious ex-virgin!" Muster moaned. "I'll never forget you for this, for being so good to me and just for being so good."

Paula put her hands on Muster's shoulders and pulled herself halfway erect. She was astonished when the angle brought his stroking organ into closer contact with her clitoris and sent new waves of pleasure swirling through her. Looking down past her bare; quivering titties, she watched breathlessly as the long, hard shaft stroked in and out of her blond-fringed sex, finding an extra thrill in seeking his wiry, black hair mix with her golden fur. The heavy balls that had frightened her earlier were now bumping rhythmically against the lower edge of her cunt.

"Oh, Muster, I feel so funny," Paula said, writhing with delight. "So warm and weak and ohhhh… ohhhhh… I've never felt like this before!'

The only answer she got was a grunt. Muster seemed far too occupied with what he was doing for conversation. Paula could understand that, because the physical joy became so intense that she seemed to be drifting off into a pink haze of delirious happiness. If this was love then Paula knew why it was so highly regarded and recommended: Her dreams and fantasies and childish fumblings with Jim had been nothing compared, to this. She wanted it to go on forever.

But it wasn't going to, she could tell that. The excruciatingly pleasurable sensations were mounting inside her, rising to a pitch that she couldn't stand. She gasped and moaned as the intolerable joy doubled and redoubled with fantastic rapidity into a crescendo of lustful emotions that blocked out all reason and reality.

Still holding on to Muster's shoulders, Paula threw her head back in an ecstasy of passion, arching her spine and shoving harder against the pounding cock. She felt the man's breath on her shaking jugs and then his lips closed over a pebble-hard nipple and sucked at it lustfully without ever a pause in his powerful thrusts or a break in his rhythm.

Paula went wild. The new sensation, added to her already reeling sense, swept her into wanton, unbridled lust. Thrusting her hips against the minister's pistoning strokes and her tit into the sucking mouth, she felt her cant ripple and tighten spasmodically.

Her orgasm burst on her like a great glowing light. She shook from head to foot and an indescribable warmth enveloped and filled her. Overwhelmed by the sheer power of it, she quivered and shook uncontrollably.

Muster made a loud clucking sound and suddenly jerked hard inside her, spilling the hot juice of his semen into her quaking cunt.

"Oh… ohhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhh! She was still rolling with the fury of her own completion, and the violence of his added fresh fires to hers and she ground her pelvis repeatedly against him in a renewed surge of lust.

There was a sudden loud knock on the door, and they both froze in surprise. Paula almost cried out, but Muster's hand over her mouth stiffed the sound.

"Shhh!" he whispered. "Keep quiet and they'll go away. Don't even move, or they'll hear the desk creaking. They'll be gone in just a minute."

This assurance was answered by another loud knock.

"Damn It! Damn it to hell!" Muster muttered, and somehow that shocked Paula as much as the knock on the door. Ministers just didn't swear!

"Dr. Muster, can I talk to you for a minute?" It was Jay Divan's voice, and the sound of it filled Paula with dismay. The last person in the world she'd want to know about this was the sneering, insinuating Jay.