Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

"Such a sweet little cunnie, just made for a man's cock," Muster whispered in her ear, and even his use of the words didn't bother her now. It seemed right that he should refer to.his penis as a cock and her vagina as a cunt. She just wished it was his cock instead of his fingers that were in her. Fingers were for little girls, cocks were for women, and Paula was feeling very much like a woman.

"Take your panties off," Muster said as though reading her mind. "I want to fuck you again."

A torrid thrill shot through Paula, and her heart pounded madly as without hesitation she balanced herself on his knees and skinned the saturated garment down and off, letting it drop to the floor.

"That's my good girl," Muster husked, sliding down his zipper and freeing his newly swollen prick. "And this is what good girls get as a reward."

Paula stared with the same fascination she had felt before. It was so big, so hard and so red. It was also faintly sticky from having been in her and smelled as much of her as she did of him. But that wasn't important since it was going right back in where it had been before.

"Turn and face me," Muster instructed and helped her in maneuvering around until her legs were on either side of him, dress pushed up above her waist and golden-fleeced treasure fully exposed. "You'll like it this way. It's one of my favorite positions. I recommend it for cramped spaces and hurried couplings, but also because it feels so good."

Cramped spaces and hurried couplings? What an odd thing to say. Surely he and Susie have a bed at home and can take all night if they want to. Or is he talking about someone other than his wife? No, that can't be! He said he loves me! I'll have to think about it. later. Right now…

"Hurry, please, hurry," she urged as he lifted her with his hands under her thighs and. guided her toward the towering pole of his erection.

Paula reached a hand out and closed it around the bottom of the giant stalk, holding it steady and pointing its head slightly downward so it was aimed' directly at her pink split. She sucked in her breath as she felt the bulging glans force the tender cuntlips apart and burrow between them. Thrilling to the stretching sensation as the knobby tip forged deeper and deeper into her sex nest, she rolled her hips and caused the gelatinous flesh to revolve around the inflamed dong.

"Hey, where did you learn to do that?" Muster gasped.

"I don't know," Paula said. "Just instinct, I guess. It just seemed to come natural."

Muster chuckled. "If I didn't know for sure that you were a virgin when you came in here… ah well, I guess you must be a natural-born passionate woman and that's going to make it real nice, especially during the two weeks at Mountain Grove."

"But I wasn't going;" Paula said, wondering why everything looked so fuzzy and blurred, then realizing that her voice was slurred, too, almost as though she were drunk.

"But you are now aren't you?" Muster said, taking his hands from under her and closing them around her throbbing bubbies so he could squeeze and knead them as she rocked back and forth on his thick staff. "You have to go now so we can be together, deliciously together day and night."

"But Susie will be there, too," Paula said thickly, rotating in wider and wider circles while she slid up and down the great rod that impaled her.

"I told you Susie understands, so don't worry about it. Just make sure you get to camp so we can be together."

"All right," Paula said, knowing she wasn't thinking very clearly. Her main reason for not going to camp this year had been because she didn't want to risk sexual involvement due to the highly charged emotional state she was in, and here she was agreeing to go because she knew she would be sexually involved. But, of course, with her beloved Muster taking care of her sexual needs she wouldn't have to be afraid of not being able to control herself around the boys and male counselors. That made everything all right.

There would be no more nights of lying awake tossing and turning, her body wet with the sweat of unrequited lust. From now on, there would be this hard maleness to fill her whenever she wanted and needed it.

"Oh, Muster, darling, I love you so much… so very, very much," she mumbled and put her arms around his neck, sinking all the way down on his trapped prick and flexing her strong cunt muscles around the imprisoned flesh. She felt the head pushing against the sensitive entrance to her womb and delighted in the marvelous friction in her well-oiled depths that drenched her senses with pleasure so intense she could have died.

"Paula, my dear, you must have learned to fuck in some previous existence. Were you a sexy Egyptian queen or a man-eating Roman empress in your former lives?"

Paula giggled. "No. I suspect I was just a silly Sunday school teacher in Egypt and Rome just like I am now. I probably worked in a chariot repair shop and fell in love with the local priest, or whatever."

"Perhaps, but whoever taught you, I'm grateful," Muster groaned, lifting up off the chair in his efforts to thrust deeper into the delicious torment of her tightness.

"Yes, yes, yes," Paula said, feeling as though she were riding a gigantic wave of pleasure, being rocked and battered by it, buffeted and nearly drowned, gasping desperately for air and knowing that the final crash onto the beach might utterly destroy her but still unwilling to give up one iota of the terrifying excitement or to seek shelter and safety in calmer water.

"Oh man! God damn!" Muster was bouncing on the chair, holding Paula with his hands on her waist, shoving her downward to meet his every upward thrust.

Paula clung to him desperately to keep from being bucked off, flexing her internal muscles around the churning phallus, squeezing it with cock-hungry fury as though she intended to strangle and choke the life. from it. And she was doing just that. It pulsed and throbbed inside her, giving up its life and bleeding into her hot and wet.

"You really do it, angel. You really milk a man of his all!" Muster gasped with a long, shuddering sigh.

It certainly felt as though she had milked him of his all. There was another flood of semen gushing into her, a jet stream of scalding, gooey juice. And the spasming man-meat was sending such electric shocks of ecstasy through her body that a frantic pulsing started in her pink-tipped pussy, making the beginning her second orgasm of the morning.

Paula pumped up and down, her thighs tight around the man's waist as she rubbed and ground her pelvis against his. She could feel the wiry, black pubic hair mingling with the silken gold of hers, feel the massive nuts bruising the lower edge of her sex, feel the massive shaft stroking her clitoris into violent erotic explosion.

She was hanging onto Muster with both arms and legs as the shattering climax vibrated fiercely through her. If she hadn't been hanging on, she'd have flown apart or at least have been thrown onto the floor as Muster's powerful thrusts continued to jolt her vigorously right on through both their orgasms.

"That… that was great," Muster panted between great gulps of air. His hands loosened their grip on her and fell to his sides while Paula sagged limply against him, her pussy gradually relaxing as its spasming tapered off.

Paula's head fell onto his shoulder, her hair tumbling around her face. She could smell the sweat of lust on her damp skin and the stronger scent of sex juices that dripped from her quivering cant, but she didn't care. She felt so warm and wanted that nothing else mattered. It would have been all right with her to stay right where she was for the rest of the day, her body fully available to Muster for as often as he wanted to use it, but in a few minutes he glanced at his watch and sighed.

"Paula, my dear, this has been wonderful. You've made me the proudest, happiest man in the world, but all good things must come to an end"