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Chapter 2

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.

"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.

"The little beast has probably been spying on us," Muster whispered, straightening up and withdrawing his shriveling erection from Paula's swampy channel. "Get your bra back on and button up. I'll have to talk to him or he'll really get suspicious."

Paula snatched up her bra and managed to get it on and hooked in spite of her trembling fingers while Muster wiped his slimy prick on his shorts, stuffed them out of sight in a desk drawer and pulled on -his pants. Sliding down off the desk, Paula adjusted her panties and smoothed her dress into place. She was just congratulating herself on the fact that no one could tell to look at her what she'd been doing when there was a rush of wetness from her cunt as their combined juices overflowed the coital crater and soaked the already sopping panties even more.

Instinctively she crossed her legs and pressed both hands against her crotch. "Don't open the door!" she gasped. "I'm so wet it's going to run down my legs."

"I have to open the door!" he hissed, striding toward it. "Sit down and keep quiet and he'll never notice!"

Paula barely had time to sink into a straight-backed chair beside the desk before the door was flung open and Jay was sidling into the room, grinning like an idiot.

He stopped when he saw Paula in what she was sure was pretended surprise. "Miss Swan! Well, I didn't expect to find you in here. I thought Dr. Muster was alone or I never would have bothered him."

Dr. Muster cleared his throat noisily. "However, you are here so please get on with it. What is it you want?"

Paula's hands were clutching the arms of the wooden chair so tightly that her knuckles showed white. Her heart did a flip-flop when Jay's eyes flicked over her and settled with an amused look on her lap. She tried to keep her cool, but she couldn't help glancing downward and was horrified to see a large spot of dampness where she had pressed her dress and slip against her pubes.

Surely he wouldn't know what it was! Dear God, please don't let him know what it's from!

"What is it you want, Jay?" Muster sounded irritated as the boy just stood there looking from one to the other of them wriggling his nose as he sniffed at the air.

Does he smell me? Can the odor of sex be that strong? Paula cringed at the probability and dropped her hands into her lap, hoping the'. gesture looked casual. If she could cover the damp spot, maybe that would hold in the musky smell, too.

"I sure am surprised to see you in here, Miss Swan, what with the door locked and all," Jay said. "Now some folks might think it was funny – get the wrong idea, you know – and think you was up to something. But I know better. A couple of fine, upstanding Christians like you two wouldn't never do anything funny."

"Just what was it you came to see me about?" Dr. Muster asked again.

"Uh… well, I wanted to ask you about camp this year. My old man ain't working again and I don't have the money, but, Dr. Muster, I sure need to go," Jay said ingratiatingly. "I'm one of those kids they're always saving need to go to camp, being from a poor family that don't get along too well and having already gotten into trouble a couple of times. It's good for kids like me to get off the streets and away from bad influences"

Paula was sure that if Jay Divan was alone with the Devil, it would be Satan who found himself under a bad influence, but now was no time to say so.

"You know, they say there really aren't any bad boys, but once a fella gets a reputation… well, the pigs kind of pick on him and so does everyone else. So that's why I want to go to camp so bad, Dr. Muster. Up there in the mountains, I'll be under the influence of good people, like you and Miss Swan."

"Well, there is a small fund set up by the church for those who can't afford to pay their own way, but -" Dr. Muster hesitated – "I'm not sure you qualify."

Jay's smile turned so sweet it was sickening. "Sure, I understand, Dr. Muster, and whatever you decide, I want you folks to know that I won't say a word about this… I mean, about the way I found you here with the door locked and all."

"It must have been locked accidentally," Muster said. "Paula… I mean, Miss Swan and I were going over some books and supplies we're considering buying."

"Of course," Jay said with a sly look in Paula's direction, then one at the desk. "I knew there was some kind of explanation. You must have been putting them away when I knocked. That's what took you so long to open the door and why your calendar and pen-holder are knocked over."

"Yes… uh… about the grant for summer camp, Jay. It is for worthy but needy boys and girls and… ahem! I can't think of anyone more worthy and needy than you are, Jay," Dr. Muster said heartily.

"Gee, Dr. Muster, I sure thank you," the boy said. "And I thank you, too, Miss Swan. This is just great! I'm sure we'll all have a fine time." With a final smirk in Paula's direction, he turned and left the office.

"Whew! That was about as close as I like to cut it," Muster said when the door was closed again.

"Do you think he knew?" Paula asked shakily, staring down at the stain on her dress with a rising feeling of shame.

"No. He was just guessing," Muster said., "He's just a kid and a stupid kid at that."

"He's a kid in years, yes, but as my mother used to say, `He's as old as his grandfather, the Devil!'" Paula said. "And he's only dumb where book-learning and working for things are concerned. When it comes to making trouble, he's smart as a whip."

"Well, he won't make any trouble for us," Muster said, pulling her up into his arms and kissing her on the ear and throat. "After all, what did he see? A locked door and two fully dressed people behind it. I gave in on the free trip to camp just to get rid of him, not because he could prove anything."

"I guess you're right," Paula said doubtfully, then brightened. "Besides, we're in love and you said Susie would understand, so what is there to be afraid of?"

Muster looked a bit startled, then a slight frown crossed his handsome features. "Well, of course that's true… up to a point. Susie does understand. Someday I'll tell you just how understanding. You see, I had some bad luck at a couple of other churches. and this might be my last chance to make good. I can't afford to have any scandal get out that would keep me from succeeding Dr. Johnson now that the old boy is getting so doddering."

Paula didn't think Dr. Johnson was a bit doddering, merely getting along a little, and he was so kind and good that she didn't think it was very nice of Muster to talk that way about replacing him. And what did that remark about Susie and his "friends" mean? Who were they? More importantly, why hadn't he mentioned marriage?

"But let's not worry about all that right now, my dear. We are alone and in love so let's take advantage of the moments we have."

"But, Muster, It's important that we talk about these things."

He wasn't listening, He had walked her around behind his desk, and now he sat down in his big chair and pulled her into his lap. His. mouth closed over hers, silencing further protest.

For a moment Paula resisted, thinking that before this went any further, they should have an understanding. But then several things began to happen that made her forget all about such things. First Muster's lips nibbled and sucked at hers, his tongue circling her mouth, dipping in and out, a hot insistent invader that licked the roof of her mouth and tasted the inner surfaces of her cheeks. The other thing was even more intimate. As soon as her bottom had touched his legs, his hand had slipped up the inside of her thigh, fingers gliding over sleek nylon and then velvety-soft skin.

Paula felt the return of the warm, quivery feeling she had experienced earlier, felt the hotness of her wet pussy plastered against the dripping crotchband of her panties and knew passion was going to override everything else. Only one thing mattered-the excitement generated by Muster's fingers as they slipped under the elastic and once more moved caressingly over and between the slippery lips of love.

"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"

Paula stared dreamily at him through the shower of golden hair. "Must they, my darling lover… my husband?"

"Ahem! Yes, well, I do have a sermon to preach tonight, my dear. Dr. Johnson is handling the morning services this week, so I must do the evening. And in order to be at my best, I must go home and meditate, consult my muse, as they say, before preaching."

"Oh, I understand, Ephraim darling," Paula said, but she didn't understand at all. She didn't want to be separated from her beloved for even a moment, and she couldn't see why he did but she knew she'd have to abide by his wishes.

She climbed off him, somewhat unsteadily, and was surprised to find how weak and shaky she still felt as she picked her panties up off the floor and struggled into them. The cold wetness of the nylon against the hot wetness of her pubes was -uncomfortable and the sticky mess on her inner thighs made her long for a warm shower.

Dr. Muster cleaned himself up with a fresh white handkerchief and smiled at Paula as he zipped himself up. "We're going to have a marvelous two weeks together, my dear. I guarantee it."

Paula nodded, but doubt was beginning to nag at her. Had he really said anything about marriage, or had she just imagined it? She wished she could remember every word that had been said on this memorable morning so that she could put it all down in her diary, but the emotional impact had been so great that the actual words escaped her. Had she just assumed the marriage part? Assumed, it because she knew a man of Ephraim's high standards and essential decency wouldn't take advantage of a young woman he didn't intend to marry? But he had taken advantage of her or simply done her a favor? Paula was ashamed of such thoughts. Of course he intended to marry her! He just needed time to break the news to, Susie who, he had assured her, would understand perfectly.

While she as straightening her clothes and brushing back her hair, Paula suddenly remembered her promise to counsel with Barb Randall. She glanced at her watch and saw that she'd have to hurry to get home, shower and have lunch before the girl showed up.

Ephraim Muster was not one to delay a parting guest. In fact, it seemed to Paula that he couldn't wait to get rid of her, hurrying her to the door with a hand on her elbow and sending her on her way with the briefest of kisses and a vague promise of seeing her soon.

His behavior bothered Paula, but she didn't have time to dwell on it for long because as she left the building and headed across the parking lot, she saw Jay Divan, Mike Randall and another boy loitering nearby. She thought she heard snickering as she walked stiffly past them, but when she turned and glanced back, they seemed to be deep in conversation and totally unaware of her. The thought that they might be discussing her, speculating on what she'd been doing in Dr. Muster's office, made her cheeks flame and sent her scurrying faster toward the protection of her car. She felt safe only after she had gunned the engine into life and pulled out into the homeward-bound traffic.