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Chapter 3

Once at home and in the shower, Paula began to have misgivings and an attack of guilt. Consciously, she could rationalize her actions on the grounds that times had changed, but the inner woman-the part of her that had been raised on a diet of strict, unyielding virtue and rigid self-control-had problems facing up to what she had done that morning.

"And right in the Sunday school too! Wallowing in lust with a man right in the house of God!" her mother would have said, and her father would have been equally shocked and enraged.

But none of this would have happened if they had been alive, if they hadn't died so suddenly in that boating accident four years ago.

How could I have let him do that? She raged at herself while fixing a sandwich she knew she wouldn't be able to eat. I'm soiled… dirty… filthy! Jim at least never did that to me! Poor, sweet Jim, he certainly wasn't any match for Ephraim in any department, especially not in the size of his cock. My God, I'm still thinking about it with pleasure! How can I be so vile? I've been despoiled, and all I can think about is how good it felt to have him in me!

But then she turned defiant as she went back to the bedroom and slipped into fresh undies and a clean dress. What's the difference between doing it and thinking about it day arid night? Is it any more of a sin to do.something than to dream about it all the time? Doesn't the Bible say that looking on a neighbor with lust is the same as sinning with him? And I've been looking on every male neighbor with lust for months! All I've done now is channel all my lust at one man. Being monogamous in reality is better than being promiscuous in your thoughts, isn't it? She didn't get any answer, but she had a feeling that neither her mother nor her father was satisfied with that kind of reasoning in, whatever sterile heaven they inhabited.

She started back to the kitchen just as the doorbell rang. Gratefully she went to answer it, shoving her problems to the back of her mind so she could concentrate on what was troubling Barb. She opened the door, prepared to greet the girl with a warm, big-sisterly smile, and found herself staring into the insolent, leering face of Jay Divan.

"Hi Teach. Guess who?" the boy said.

"What are you doing here?" Paula demanded coldly.

"Barb couldn't make it, so I came in her place," he said. "You said in class that you'd keep the whole afternoon free for counseling, and since she couldn't come, I'm taking her time."

"No. I told you if you needed help to go to Dr. Muster," Paula said uneasily.

"Is that what you were getting in Muster's office this morning?" he asked with a lewd grin.

"That's none of your business," she said, willing her voice to come out firm and dignified but knowing it sounded shaky and unsure. "I invited Barb here for counseling, not you, do run along and quit bothering me."

"No, Teach, that won't do," he said, crowding against the arm she had barring the door. "I need counseling, too – the same kind you got from Muster-boy – and I intend to get it."

His hand went to his crotch and fondled a growing erection. At her gasp of horror, he thrust forward in a gesture so obscene that Paula backed away, letting go of the door without thinking.

That was all Jay needed. He forced his way in and kicked the door shut behind him, then turned and slipped on the latch. "Mere, now it'll be nice and private, Teach."

"You get out of here this minute!" Paula hissed, backing away from him in fear. "You have no right to come barging in here!"

"Sure I have," he said, advancing on her slowly. "You invited me. Everybody in class will swear to that, and after they hear what I saw in Muster's office, they'll know why."

"You're lying!" I didn't invite you and you didn't see anything!" Paula had backed up until she was trapped into a corner of the room and couldn't get to the phone without darting past him. "If you don't leave right now, I'll scream and the neighbors will call the police."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said harshly. "Because if you do, everybody in town is gonna hear about you and old Muster, and I won't leave out one spicy detail."

Paula sucked in her breath and let it out slowly, telling herself to be calm. "Nobody would believe you."

"No? Don't bet on it! Enough people will believe to get you kicked out of teaching Sunday school and for old Muster to lose his job as assistant minister. And Muster's in a bad spot and can't afford that. He's been kicked out of two or three other churches already."

"I don't believe it!"

"You'd better believe it, because I got it straight from the horse's mouth," Jay said. "He's been mixed up in hanky-pantry in every church he's served in. He was almost excommunicated a couple of times for horsing around with young;girls. Why do you think a big-city minister like him would come to a piss-poor little church like this in such an out-of-the-way town if there was any place else for him to go?"

Paula kept shaking her head. She didn't believe it. It was all just a pack of filthy lies this horrible boy was making up to hurt her. "How would you know that? Are you trying to tell me you're in the confidence of the church elders?"

Jay laughed mockingly. "No, not the church elders, Teach. But I've got an in with Mrs. Bates. She tells me lots of things when we're in bed screwing while her old man is working his butt off down at the hardware store."

Paula stared at him as though he'd suddenly grown two heads. Betty Bates and this dirty-minded little boy? Of course Betty was much younger than Elmer, lively and pretty and always flirting, but surely she wouldn't take up with this punk kid!

"So that's why you don't want to get your boy friend fired," Jay said. "If he gets in trouble sexwise again, that's the end of the line! He'll end up selling apples on the corner if anyone will trust him with the apples."

Paula felt sick. If Betty had told Jay any of this during their… no, she didn't believe that part of it either! But even if she did screw Jay, as he put it, the information she passed on to titillate him had to be based an rumor or outright lies. Ephraim Muster just couldn't have done things like that! He couldn't have been involved with young girls at other churches! Then his words came back to her. "I recommend it for cramped spaces and hurried couplings," and "Susie understands about me and my little friends." She had puzzled over what he had said at the time, but now it all seemed clear enough. She had given her trust and her virginity to a man who left a trail of deflowered virgins at every church at which he served.

Jay was grinning in triumph at the expression on Paula's face. "I thought that would get you. Now you see how important it is that I don't spread the word about you and Muster."

"You wouldn't anyway," Paula spat. "In the first place, you didn't see anything, and in the second no one would take your word against ours!"

The boy's head jerked back and he laughed as though genuinely amused. "You are a dreamer, Teach! Not only did I see plenty, but I had two witnesses!"

Cold fingers of fear crept around Paula's heart as she recalled seeing Jay and the two other boys standing out near the parking lot.

"You guessed, didn't you?" he asked, taking another step toward her. "You saw me and Sammy and Mike when you left, but you should have seen us earlier when we spied on you and old Muster through the keyhole."

Paula clutched at her throat, feeling as though she, were sinking in a quagmire of dread. "I… no, I don't believe you. Mike Randall is a good boy. He wouldn't do a thing like that, and if he saw anything accidentally, he wouldn't tell."

"Yeah, Mike's a goody-goody type, but he's got a thing for you… a grand passion I guess you'd call it, and now he's jealous and mad at you. He figures if you'd fuck an old bastard like Muster, you ain't worth worrying about."

"You're making all this up! There wasn't any thing to see!"

"Wasn't there? How about that old motherfucker sittin' in that chair and opening his pants and taking his pecker out? I saw that cute pink bottom of yours riding up and down while you shagged his big dong almost off. Don't worry, Teach, I saw plenty!"

aula could no longer doubt that he had. His description was too accurate to be a guess. She walked past him to the couch and sat down, too miserable even to be frightened. Jay had taken her beautiful dream of love and eventual marriage and smashed it until nothing remained but public disgrace for her and dismissal for Muster.

"You see, I wasn't fooled a bit when I knocked on the door and Muster let me in. Hell, I could smell that fishy sex smell right away, and the look on your face was a dead giveaway. Old Muster now, he was pretty cool, but you let a spot on your dress psyche you out. Hey, I'll bet if you hadn't sat down, you'd have had jism running down your legs into your shoes!"

Paula shuddered. Every word hit her like a physical blow, hurting and stinging as though they were stones of the sort thrown at adulteresses in Biblical times.

"Yeah, and you two were so fuck-hungry I knew you'd go right back to it as soon as I left, so I ran and got Mike and Sammy and we took turns looking through the keyhole. We saw everything from his finger teasing your pretty little cunnie to you rocking on that hard cock after it was buried to the balls in your hot twat!"

Paula looked up at him, her blue eyes brimming with tears. "What… what do you want? What will it take to keep you quiet?"

His black eyes mocked her, showing no sign of pity or sympathy. "Not much, Teach. Buying my silence won't cost you much… matter of fact, you'll never even miss it."

The faint ray of hope his words aroused faded and died as she saw the expression on his face. Fear tightened her throat, and she could barely manage to choke. "W-what do you want?"

"I wanna fuck you," he said bluntly. "I've been waiting for a chance like this ever since you started putting on that pussy show for us every Sunday."

Paula opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The thought of this despicable boy wanting to make love to her was horrifying and sickening. And to know that she had brought it on herself by her display of flesh, however unintentional, was even worse.

"So that's the deal, Teacher. You and me fuck and I keep the guys quiet. We don't fuck and all three of us talk."

"Oh, no, no, no!" Paula cried and buried her face in her hands.

"What's so bad? You dig cock. Well, I got cock, more and better cock than you ever seen. Hell, you been settling for second-rate stuff with that old shit Muster. You're an easy lay and now you got a chance to fuck something young and alive… what's so bad about that?" '

Paula looked up at him and her lip curled. "I'll tell you what's wrong with it! Not only am I not an 'easy lay' but even if I were, I'd still find you completely and utterly despicable and repulsive."

Anger flashed across his face, and he reached out and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back on the couch. "Now, you listen to me, you stuck-up bitch! You cunt-flaunting, prick-teasing, holier-than-thou whore! Either you're gonna spread those white thighs and open that cunt for my cock or you're gonna be known as the biggest pushover in town! Everyone will hear how you waved your cunt around while you were supposed to be teaching Sunday school, tool Every guy in the class will know that's true, so they'll believe the rest of it, too."

The prospect of the rest of her class hearing such awful things about her and believing them, as Mike Randall apparently already believed them, was appalling, but Paula knew it was her own fault. Driven by desperate needs, unable to control the overpowering lust that had been consuming, her, she had shown herself to those boys and now her sins were catching up with her. Once it became known what she had done, people would believe anything Jay accused her of.

"Look, bitch… look at this!" Jay jerked her head around by yanking at the golden strands of hair he still held. "See what you're gonna get! Don't that make your cunt water?"

He had unzipped himself and his stubby but very thick shaft bobbed right in front of her face. Paula stared at it with fear and disgust.

Jay yanked at her hair again, dragging her face closer to she could feel the heat of his genitals and smell the heavy musk of his none-too-clean flesh. "You want cock so much you fuck old men, so what's wrong with mine?"

Paula tried to turn her head away, but the boy held it steady and laughed at her. "Don't try to fool me with that prissy pursed-lip look! Just make up your mind… what's it gonna be, a few quiet fucks for Jay or Teacher's name dragged in the mud in the church and all over town?"

"I… I…" What could she do? This boy could ruin not only her life but the Musters' as well. Whether she loved Ephraim or not, did she have a right to bring down disgrace and dismissal on his head? Was it fair that he lose his promising career, that all the good he could do in modernizing and liberalizing the church should go down the drain just because she couldn't put the welfare of others above her own narrow concept of morality?

"Make up your mind, I'm getting tired of waiting," Jay growled, shoving forward so his hot maleness rubbed against her cool cheek.

Paula jumped but didn't try to pull away. She told herself she didn't because she knew it was useless to struggle with this hulking brute of a boy, but something down deep inside her whispered "Liar!" and she became aware of a dampening between her thighs and a faint throbbing in the depths of her easily aroused pussy.

"You're gonna do it, ain't you?" He grinned down at her, letting go of her hair and kneeling on the couch between her knees. "You're gonna, let me do anything I want to you, right?"

Feeling utterly helpless, unable to resist or even protest, Paula nodded in dumb misery.

"Sure, I knew you would. I've known it all along. And; I know something else. You're telling yourself that you're doing it 'cause you want to keep old Muster out of trouble, but that ain't the real reason. The real reason is this…" He leaned against her, forcing her backward, and his hand darted between her legs. His fingers closed on the mound of her sex and squeezed. "This is the real reason, this hot cunt that's never happy but when it's filled with cock!"

Paula wished she could crawl through the floor, sink into a deep, dark sea and never be seen again. But her body was betraying her. Even this crude young savage could excite her, even the vicious way he was digging his fingers into the tender love flesh seemed capable of arousing her.

Shame filled her and showed on her face as she sank down helplessly, letting her thighs spread so he could settle down with her.

"You slut! You whore… you prick-teasing whore!" he whispered, his hands moving feverishly all over her body. "God, you're built like a brick shithouse with tile floors!"

He forced her thighs wider, shoving her dress up out of the way so he could gloat over the nylon-clad legs stretched out on either side of him. His rough hands moved over her rounded knees, ran up the underside to touch the warm, white flesh above the stockings and pushed under her panties to prod at the soft, hairy mound until he found the tightlipped furrow that lay there.

"Ahhh, it's tight, nice and tight. Mrs. Bates is loose compared to you." He rammed two fingers into her with no regard for tender flesh.

Paula winced and whimpered. "Please… don't be cruel. Do whatever you want, but don't hurt me."

Jay laughed and twisted his fingers in the silky hair that covered her pussy. "Why shouldn't I hurt you? Give me one good reason. Don't you think I used to hurt sitting there in that stupid class, listening to the crap you were dishing out and watching this golden snatch peek at me? How do you think my cock felt knowing that I could look but not touch! It hurt! It hurt like hell! All the dudes' cocks were hurting!"

"Oh, I'm so ashamed… so ashamed!" she moaned.

"You should be," he, said and twisted harder.

Paula screamed and tried to scramble away, but the hulking youth pinned her easily with his superior weight and rocked her head with a stinging slap in the face. "Shut up or you'll really get hurt!"

"All right! All right, I'll do anything you say!" Paula babbled almost hysterically. "Just don't hurt met Please don't hurt met"

"Then keep your mouth shut and strip!" he ordered. "Get those clothes off or I'll rip them off!"

He eased off her so she could sit up, and trembling with fear and something else she considered so vile she wouldn't even name, Paula tugged her dress over her head and her slip along with it. Jay watched her while he stripped off his shirt and pants, his eyes moving like sticky fingers over the stocking and garter belt, panties and bra. Paula stared back at him as he knelt naked between her thighs, his brutish genitals rising from a thick mass of black hair, hair that extended up his belly and onto his chest, making him look more like an ape than a human being, with his long arms and heavily muscled legs.

Loathing for him rose like bile in her throat, but there was also an underlying fascination, some horrible pleasure in his animal-like appearance, some dreadful attraction to the savage body that matched the primitive mind.

"I want that off, too!" he growled and twisted his fingers in the elastic between her bra cups, yanking until it snapped painfully and came off. "I want you buck-naked, bitch!"

Paula was half sobbing from pain and despair at the sick excitement that was rising steadily inside her as he ripped and tore her panties to shreds.

"Man, you better be good! You better be worth all this or it's gonna go hard with you! I waited a long time to ball you and you better crack my nuts good!"

"I… I'll do the best I can," Paula said with a meekness that disgusted her.

He snorted and took hold of her legs by the calves, lifting and spreading them wide so he could stare into her partially opened cunt from close range.

"Ha! Look at that gash! I can see it better now than I could in class, Teach. You wanted. me to look so now I will." He used his thumbs to open the hair-adorned labia and expose the slippery slabs of pink-jellied flesh. "Hey, this is fun! I've had me a lot of girls and some grown women, too, but I ain't never had me a female I could do anything I wanted to before. This is gonna be a real groove!"

Paula cringed at the undignified position he was holding her in as well as at the implication of his words, but nevertheless was aware that everything he did or said stirred some perverse element in her that she hadn't dreamed existed.

I hate him! I hate this vicious, nasty little beast but I can't help getting excited! There's something wrong with me! I'm sick… disgusting!

"You think this will fit?" he asked, bouncing the hard pole of his maleness against the inside of her thighs. "Will this fat prick fit in your tight cunt or will it have to make a new hole for itself?"

Paula looked at the bloated brownish stalk, the bared glans such a deep. dark red that it almost seemed to glow purple. The Devil must have a cock like that! she thought wildly as she tried to control the urgent need, the vile lust that was taking over her body.

He dropped her legs, letting them fall limply while he inched up higher between them until he could rub the blunt-nosed weapon over her upper belly. "Feel how hard that is, chick? Don't you wish it was in you?"

Paula watched the burning rod roll back and forth across her middle, saw it indent the soft flesh with uncaring arrogance and told herself she hated the dirty male thing that was soiling her with its brutal touch.

He leaned over and took the corpulent dong in his hand, guiding it up over her midriff to butt against the under curve of her tits and then ram up between them and lie there throbbing hotly.

"I like that," he said and crushed her tits together to make a tunnel around his prick. "Hey, that's almost as good as a cunt! I'll bet if I was to come right now, I'd shoot jism all over your face. How would you like that, Sunday school girl? You want to drown in hot cum?"

She closed her eyes and tried to shut his words out of her consciousness. He was driving her crazy, but she didn't want him to know it. She was burning with lust and in spite of herself; her thighs began to writhe and her snatch oozed honey.

"You're getting hot," he said, fucking his prick slowly in and out of the improvised channel. "You want my cock in your cunt now, don't you? Well, you can wait, just like I had to wait. It's my turn to torment you, Miss Priss. I'm in no hurry to come. You know what I did before I came here? I went behind the church and jacked off so I could hold out for a while. I knew I could get you begging for it!"

Paula looked up at him pleadingly. She was sickened by her lust but unable to fight it. "Please… please."

"Please what, Teach? What is it you want me to do, holy girl? Come on, say the word! I want to see those pink lips wrapped around a dirty word."

"No, please, don't make me say it! Just do it!"

"No way! Either you ask for it or you don't get it," he said, rolling his torrid shaft between her bunched-up tits. "I can get my jollies right here."

"Oh God, I can't stand it. I can't stand it!" Paula moaned, biting her lips and rolling her head from side to side. "Please, please!"

"No! Say it or get a face full of cum!"

Paula looked at the drooling, pulsing, purple-headed monster so close to her chin and knew she didn't have long to decide. She clenched her jaw and forced the words past her reluctant lips, hurling them at him defiantly.

"Fuck me! Damn you, you little bastard, fuck me! Put your cock in my cunt and fuck my ass off!"

"That's more like it!" he chortled triumphantly. "The bitch in you will override the lady every time before I'm through with you!"

"Hurry, Hurry!" Paula gasped as he backed down her body, letting his rigid mace drag along her skin and flay her carnal senses raw. She bucked her groin up at him and groped for the distended organ.

"Man, are you cock-hungry!" he said evading her grasp and shoving his shaft roughly between the aching, lusting lips but not far enough in to do her any good.

Paula was slobbering in her excitement. She couldn't control her body even though there was a part of her, mind that was cool and rational, sitting back and passing judgment as it observed her behavior with contempt.

Jay watched her face as he thrust in an inch or two and pulled out again. "You really want it, don't you? What would you do to get it?"

"Anything!" she sobbed. "I'd do anything!"

"Good. Remember that. A time will come when I'll hold you to it, but right now, I'm gonna give it to you for free."

He braced himself and plunged deep into her palpitating passageway, and Paula moaned her joy at being filled so savagely.

"Good… oh, goooood! Harder! Give me! Give me more!" She raised her ass off the couch and reared up to force him in deeper.

"Just shut up and fuck!" Jay growled and slammed into her harder than before.

Paula didn't even hear him. Her whole body was on fire, and she arched her back and rolled on the penetrating hose, wanting the nozzle to reach the source of the fire and put it out.

There was no gentleness in Jay, but she had known there wouldn't be. His prong was used like a weapon, not an instrument of love. He was like a flaming torment, battering at her with no thought or care for her pleasure, interested only in using her to please himself. Far from being offended, Paula's body loved it. Her sensitive soul was offended, but her body gloried in the pounding, grinding male who was assaulting and conquering it.

"More… more… more," she chanted.

For an answer he grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her down flat on the couch, driving into her mercilessly, beating at her until her head flopped and rolled like a rag doll's.

She ground her pelvis back at him and tried to shove her boobs clear through his hairy chest. Her thighs came up around his flanks and churned against them as she pivoted on her hips to revolve her clutching cunt around his relentless cock.

"Sweet Jesus, where'd you learn how to do that?" Jay groaned. "I feel like I'm being squeezed in a velvet vise!"

Paula strained to reach around him and sank her fingernails into his rump, urging him to greater fury, wanting him to pierce her to the maximum degree. She lifted him upward with the sheer frenzy of her passion, all the time revolving her pelvis and rocking him against her pubes.

Jay grunted suddenly and she felt the pulsing of his rod, then the spurt of semen spraying her fiery depths.

Paula screeched and rolled wildly under the boy. Her burning twat started to throb, then to spasm and she followed him over the top, sobbing and pounding her head on the cushions as her orgasm shook her with frightening fierceness.

When it was over, Jay pulled away and left her staring at the ceiling in helpless shame. Now that the lust was gone, there was nothing left but the knowledge that she had wallowed in filth, and humiliation and a feeling of debasement washed over her. Dry sobs wracked her body, and she rolled over and buried her face in the cushions, wishing she were dead.

"Get your ass up off that couch!" Jay's voice commanded harshly and his hand whacked stingingly against her buttcheeks. "This time we fuck in the bedroom! You don't think you can bribe me with one lousy quickie, do you? Hell, I'm gonna fuck you until you pass out!"

Holding her hand on her smarting bottom, Paula got to her feet and stood trembling as though intending to defy him. But the sight of his hairy, brutish body defeated her. Nodding her head submissively, she turned and trotted naked into the bedroom ahead of him.