When parents consign their children to the daytime care and custody of a public school, they have the right to expect that their offspring will be protected from evil influences. School administrators do their best, but there is no way of guaranteeing that each teacher is conscientious and kind, or that the other members of the school staff have the best interests of the children at heart.
This story concerns itself with a nurse at a junior high school in a small suburban community. A brief, unhappy marriage turned our heroine, Paula, against men. Since her profession brings her into close contact with young boys every day, it is perhaps to be expected that she will use them to fulfill the needs of her body, which have been frustrated.
It is debatable whether or not her amorous attentions harm the youths. A case could be made for the proposition that young boys benefit from an association with a mature, worldly woman.
Certainly none of them complain about her amorous caresses ... the seeking of her warm, moist lips ... or the intense pleasure which her vibrant body offers.
It is easy to condemn a woman like Paula. But perhaps we should consider the reasons for her attraction to young boys, which this thoughtful modern novel attempts to do. Were her unnatural relationships with the youths the product of her own depravity, or did they result from influences over which she had no control?
We might ask ourselves, also, whether the schools are doing all within their power to protect our youth from influences which might be detrimental to their welfare. This story furnishes two such examples, for the athletic coach's insistence upon winning at any cost could be as harmful to young minds as the nurse's predatory attitude.
There is much food for thought within these pages ... and ample entertainment value, as well. With explicit candor, each situation is explored at length, so that the reader feels he is a part of these bizarre, often shocking occurrences.
At the end, the question presents itself: What should the responsible citizen do about the problem which this book illuminates? The schools belong to us and only we can change them.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"But, Mrs. Merrill-why do I have to take my clothes off?" thirteen-year-old Danny Pollard asked as the school nurse put away her thermometer.
"Because a sore throat can be a symptom of many things, and I must give you a complete examination," Paula replied, lifting a lock of wavy dark hair away from her check. She gazed warmly at the fresh-faced boy, "Just step in back of that screen. You can leave your briefs on. Come out when you're ready."
Danny blushed as he moved behind the screen. The pretty nurse should have blushed, also, because she was about to break a rule of her profession: She wasn't supposed to give diagnostic examinations.
But Danny was such a cute little boy, she thought-so sweet and innocent!
Paula paced her small office nervously, her rounded buttocks swiveling in her snug white uniform. Her pulse speeded up. She felt a tickly sensation along the soft, hair-fringed slit of her pussy.
"Are you about ready, dear?" she called, her voice, huskier than before. "Y-yeah," Danny replied. 'Then come on out."
The brown-haired youth stepped timidly into view, wearing white stretchy underwear. His lean chest was hairless as were his slender legs.
Paula's eyes flicked over him, and a liquidness came into them. A smile curved her wide rosy lips.
"Now just stand in front of me," she said, and sank into a low stool. She lifted one long, tapering leg over the other, causing her skirt to glide back. That exposed the dark band at the top of the stocking on her elevated thigh.
"Don't be bashful, Danny," she said. "I am a nurse, after all."
She fitted a stethoscope in her ears and, though she was supposed to use the instrument only for recording blood pressures, she placed its end against the boy's chest. The neckline of her uniform gaped as she leaned forward, permitting the youth to gaze down at her full, cream-toned titties.
Danny squirmed. The nurse moved the stethoscope around, supposedly listening to his heart and lungs. But there was nothing for Paula to hear, because she could tell just by looking at him that he was perfectly normal. He only had a minor throat infection which would pass in a day or two.
Paula moved her fingers and asked, "Does this hurt at all?" She pressed her thumbs gently against the young boy's tummy as her hands rested at the top of his undershorts.
"No," Danny said, very ill at ease.
Paula glided her hands down across his briefs to his firm thighs and squeezed them. "How about here?" she asked throatily. "Does this feel all right?"
"Yeah." The sound came out of the boy's mouth like a croak.
Suddenly Paula glided a hand up the inside of the boy's thigh, her tapering white fingers slipping under a leg band of his briefs. She thrilled as she touched his delicate little balls, fondling them delightedly before she pressed at the top of his scrotum.
"How about here?" she asked raggedly.
"It's okay!" Danny almost shouted, his tone as ragged as hers.
The stretchy fabric of the boy's briefs pushed forward, and his cheeks turned red. He tried to pull away.
"Wait a minute, Danny!" Paula said. "My goodness, we must make sure!"
She kept her hand inside his shorts, fondling his sweet nuts and the base of his stiffening penis. His childish prick stood straight up, making a tent in the front of his underwear.
Paula's eyes widened, and her moist lips parted.
Oh, my God! she thought excitedly. He's got such a beautiful hard-on! I wish I could see it! Oh, if only I dared to pull his briefs down and watch his darling little dick bob in the nude! I'd even like to take it into my ... oooh, right into my mouth!
NO! she told herself sternly, and pushed the lad away.
"Get dressed!" she said, her tone suddenly brusque. "You're all right."
Danny quickly fled behind the screen, as if he thought he had shocked the nurse by what had happened to his body.
Paula sprang to her feet, her large breasts quivering. She strode to a window, acutely conscious of the warm moisture that had seeped shamefully from the slit between her thighs and was dribbling onto her panties.
She tilted a slat of the Venetian blinds, ostensibly to look at the flowers and trees outside-anything to get her mind off the boy who was embarrassedly scrambling into his clothes behind the screen. But the device didn't work. Paula kept seeing the lad in her mind's eye-only without his shorts on, his delightful dick sticking up. Her examination had confirmed that he had no hair around his cock or his little balls, which would be white and so fragile-looking!
When the flustered 26-year-old divorcee heard the boy step out from behind the screen, she whirled about and snatched her errant, curving lock of hair away from her fair cheek.
"Yes, you're going to be fine, Danny!" she said. "You've just got a sore throat. It will go away by itself."
"Okay, Mrs. Merrill," the lad murmured, still embarrassed as he hurried to the door. "Danny!"
"Yes...?" He shyly faced the nurse.
"You're a fine boy!" she said.
He blinked. Then a smile swept his blush away. "Thanks, Mrs. Merrill!" he said, and rushed out.
You PERVERT! her conscience screamed as Paula Merrill sank into the chair behind her desk. Her entire body was throbbing, and she felt as if she had a swamp between her legs.
She shut her eyes and tilted her head back, her lustrous dark hair flowing. Her red lips parted as she slithered a hand up the inside of her right thigh, across the clinging top of her stocking and along her warm, satiny skin to the lace-bordered crotch of her panties.
Wet? God! The center strip of her thin, silky pants was like a dishrag.
Paula shamefully rubbed her burning, soft twat through her sopped panties, and fireworks began going off in her brain. She squirmed on her cushiony buttocks.
She still "saw" Danny standing before her with his dick up. Then suddenly his dick grew until it was very long and thick, with a big, bulging knob at its end, and hair sprouted all around it. Heavy balls hung from its base.
A rapping sounded at the door, interrupting Paula's daydream. "Wh-who is it?"
"Steve Decker!" a virile voice replied. "You decent?"
"Of course!" she snapped.
The blonde, husky gym instructor opened the door and swaggered in, a grin splitting his tanned face. "I didn't know if maybe you were examining some little girl. The sign does say, Knock Before Entering."
"Well, you can see I'm alone," Paula said vexedly.
"Yeah." Steve studied her. "What's the matter?"
"Why, n-nothing." Remaining seated behind her desk, Paula smoothed her uniform around her hips, conscious of the throbbing slit between her thighs. "What do you want?"
"That's not a very friendly tone," Steve said, continuing to watch her closely. "And here I was hoping you'd go out with me tonight."
"No, thank you," Paula sniffed.
Her haughtiness obviously irked Steve. "Say, what is it with you, anyway? You haven't got a husband, and no boyfriend that I know of. How come you always turn me down when I ask for a date?"
"Because I choose my friends carefully," she said, her eyes snapping. "Well, hot shit!"
Red welled up into Paula's cheeks. "Get out of this office!"
"With pleasure."
Steve turned and strode out, slamming the door.
Paula sank forward, propping her elbows on the desk. She sheltered her burning face in her hands, wondering why she was so waspish-and knowing it was the hot desire she couldn't quench in her cunt.
* * *
She could hardly wait to get home that afternoon and strip her clothes off in the prim little room that she rented in Mrs. Cunningham's boarding house. Paula's panties, though dry by that time, still seemed slimy and had a noticeably sexy scent as she held them up. She let them drop from her fingers and stared at herself in the old-fashioned dresser mirror.
She even looked sexy, she decided, as she gazed at her reflection in beige stockings and a white garter belt. She didn't wear clip-ons and garters because they were sexy, but because pantyhose were too hot. The Lord knew that she was usually warm enough between her legs, without encasing her entire lower body in nylon.
She looked at her shoulder-length hair which, though carefully done, always seemed to hang a little loose around her face. And that face! There was something in her eyes which spoke to men, try as she would to avoid it.
Paula's eyes flicked over her reflected body, taking in the rounded thrust of her 42-D breasts with their prominent rosy nipples ... the gentle curve of her soft belly ... and the almost obscenely thick tuft of dark hair on her mons, which her husband, Doug, had used to call a "muff". How he had liked to rub his face in it! she shamefully recalled.
She turned and gazed over her shoulder at her buttocks. Framed by the flimsy structure of her garter belt and the tops of her hose, the rounded bulges embarrassed her with their voluptuousness. Still, they were firm and shapely. Paula would have worn a girdle to compress them and make them less prominent, except for the same sense of being stifled that made her eschew pantyhose.
Anyway, why should she tone down her appearance merely because some of her features turned men on, she thought. She certainly did nothing to encourage male interest.
Or did she?
She turned and stared into her reflected brown eyes.
Maybe I should see a psychiatrist, she thought. No! What could he tell me that I don't already know?
I can't handle men, that's all! I had to fight them off in high school and college, because they wouldn't believe I was a decent girl. So I got married ... and wow! That really did it!
My girlish dreams of Prince Charming blew up on my wedding night when Doug came on like a lust-mad sailor! He wouldn't let me get a wink of sleep. It got worse every night, when he tried to do all those nasty things ... and get me to do them, too! And the way he used to talk to me when he got horny-just like in the dirty movies that he made me go to!
I loved him-at first-but all he had for me was LUST!
When we were going together, he had seemed different from the guys in college who used to feel me up and say filthy things. But he turned out to be just the same.
All men are like that. At least, with me they are! Look at that stud, Steve Decker. Rhymes with PECKER. Yeah. Even a shy-acting fellow like Art Hendricks, the English teacher, would be the same way, I'll bet if, we ever got into a bedroom together. Well, no thanks!
I had hoped the men in a small town would be different from those in the city. But they aren't. The ones here are just as bad!
Paula disconsolately slipped into a robe and crossed the hall to the bathroom. She usually didn't take a bath until she was ready to retire, but she felt she needed one right then.
Little boys are different, she thought. like Danny, for instance. Of course, the older ones in the school-the fourteen and fifteen-year-olds who have hair around their balls-could be rough and as nasty as grown men, I suppose.
When Paula's bath was ready, she slipped off her robe and eased into the tub. She lay back, letting her breasts bobble on the surface of the water. It lapped at her nipples, making them very stiff.
Paula grasped a large breast and squeezed it, forcing the nipple farther forward. She brushed the sensitive, rubbery stud with the index finger of her other hand.
"Oooooooh!" she moaned softly, and let go of her throbbing tit.
To have a nice tongue gently lick my nipples, she thought dreamily, that would be good! And to have lips suck them! But gently, ... considerately ... not treating me as if I were some whore.
Just because my mother was a....
No! Mama WASN'T a bad woman! People just thought she was, because she worked in that place ... that, that strip joint! Mama only served drinks. She never took her clothes off. She wasn't like the topless waitresses nowadays, strutting around with their tits all exposed, quivering and jiggling in front of the men!
Paula shuddered at the thought and glided a hand down into the water, seeking out her furry mound.
"Ooooh, yesssss...!" she hissed softly as she fingered the lips of her pussy.
To be touched right there, she thought, by DANNY....
SLUT!
"Noooooh...!" she whined, and jerked her hand away.
She got on her knees and worked up a rich lather between her hands. She soaped her belly, then her thickly tufted mons. Finally she glided a hand between her legs and rubbed back and forward as she rocked gently, her eyes shut, her teeth clamped onto her lower lip.
Her stiff clitty screamed for more intense stimulation.
She denied it and spread soap between her rubbery, plump buttocks. Her anus tingled as she rubbed it.
Doug! she thought. He had even wanted to stick that big dick of his right up there!
I wonder how many women let men do that to them. It must hurt AWFUL!
Paula felt how tiny her ass-mouth was, though it would stretch. She did stretch it a bit with her soapy finger, which proved easy enough now that the elastic orifice was all slippery and soft.
She settled down into the water, rinsing her body and her hands.
You can't get off that easy, she thought. You've got to do the inside of your pussy, too.
Pussy.
That was one dirty word which Paula kind of liked. It was cute. like dick and pecker. The real harsh words were the ones that put her off.
On her knees once more, she began to lather the soft, delicate folds of her pussy as well as her tingling clit.
Doug had licked and sucked that.
She might have enjoyed it, Paula admitted to herself, if it hadn't seemed so filthy!
She stroked a soapy fingertip around the rim of her vaginal mouth, then dipped the finger up her narrow, warm channel.
"Ooooh!" she exclaimed, and her hips gave a spastic bump.
Paula slipped a second finger into her hole, and the fit was delightfully snug. She stroked her fingers in and out, rubbing the tip of her clitty.
"Wowwww!" she panted. "Yesss! Oooh, DOOO-OOO it!"
No! she thought, continuing to diddle herself. I mustn't even whisper! What if someone should hear me through the door?
She clamped her teeth onto her lower lip and stared fixedly at the wall across the room as she stroked her fingers in her cunt faster and faster.
She thought of Danny, his little dick erect. She was kneeling before him. She bent her head. She seized his cock in her mouth.
"OOOOOH!" Her lips flew open, and she came throbbingly.
Flooded with warmth and shame, she sank back into the water.
How ironic, she thought, that she had climbed into the tub to get CLEAN!
CHAPTER TWO
"What happened to him?" Paula asked anxiously as Steve carried a skinny, red-haired boy into her office. The lad, who wore gym shorts and a t-shirt, stared glassily, his eyelids fluttering every few moments.
"He was tumbling," Steve said, placing him on the nurse's couch, "and he got a bump on the head. He's a little groggy, but he'll be okay."
"Did he vomit?"
"Naw."
"Any pain?"
"I don't think so, but you can ask him." Steve straightened up and grinned at her. "Go to work, nursie."
Paula gave the coach a sharp look. "I will as ... soon as you get out of here."
He turned and left the office, without saying anything else. Paula knew she had stepped on his ego again, and she was glad. He had it coming, just for being the kind of swaggering male pig he was.-She bent over the recumbent youth, the neckline of her white uniform hanging open to reveal her bountiful breasts. "Can you talk to me?" she asked, feeling his brow. He was dry.
"Yeah," the boy said slowly. "I feel better now."
"What's your name?"
"Ernie Cook."
"How old are you, Ernie?"
"Thirteen."
Just the right age, Paula thought. There was something forlorn about the lad, which transcended the effects of his minor accident and caused her heart to go out to him.
He started to sit up.
"Wait a minute!" Paula said, urging him back down on the couch. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Back to gym," he said, looking and sounding much better. "I gotta take my shower and get ready for my next class."
Paula's eyes darted to his trunks, his straight, hairless legs, and back to his freckled face. He seemed so vulnerable and in such a need of affection. Paula had affection to give.
"You're not going to have any 'next class' today," she told him. "There's only one more period, and you're going to stay right here. Then I think I'd better call your mother and have her pick you up."
"I don't have a mother," Ernie said. "What?"
"I live with my Dad."
"But you must have a big sister or someone to take care of you."
"Nope. It's just my Dad and me. He's at work now."
A tickling sensation coursed through Paula, and she felt suddenly weak in the knees.
"I'm going to take you home," she said. "Do you think you can walk to my car?"
"Yeah, but ... what about my clothes? They're in my gym locker."
"I'll get them," Paula said quickly. "You wait here and rest. Just give me the number of your locker and the combination."
"But you can't go into the guys' gym!" Ernie said.
"Oh, no?" Paula retorted, an odd little shiver rippling her flesh. "I'm on the staff. I can go anywhere."
She strode from her office, conscious of a dewiness on the lips of her sexual slit. Her excitement heightened as she walked along the corridor of the junior high school, her buttocks twitching saucily.
All the students were in class at the moment, leaving the corridor deserted. The boys' gym was at the end of it, and Paula entered the open doorway into the office and supply room. No one was on duty there. The nurse glanced about. The lockers were in the next room, she judged. That was where the boys got dressed after taking their showers, but it sounded as if there was no one in the dressing room right then; she heard shouts from beyond, where the showers seemed to be running.
Paula entered the boys' dressing room, feeling more excited by the moment. She was doing something daring, she realized-but nothing would come of it. She intended to fetch Ernie's clothes and get out before the boys came trouping from the shower.
The dressing room was deserted, as Paula had expected. She looked at the banks of lockers and began checking the numbers on them. Her heart thumped. The longer it took her to find Ernie's locker, the greater was the risk of being confronted by a gang of naked schoolboys.
She looked up one row of lockers and down another. She moved to the next bank.
She heard whoops which grew nearer. The boys were coming! Paula heard their bare feet slapping on the tiled floor.
Her blood raced as she scurried down the row of lockers, looking desperately for Ernie's number. A gush of warm juice burst from her slit to dampen her panties. Her nipples firmed in her bra. There! She spied the locker she wanted. Her fingers frantically flipped the combination lock.
Right ... left ... oooh, I missed the number! Start again.
From the comer of her eye, Paula saw a white form appear and stop suddenly at the end of the row of lockers. She turned her head and stared red-faced at a naked boy, who also was blushing as he held his hands in front of his loins.
"M-Mrs. Merrill!" he blurted.
More boys appeared behind him. Paula saw bobbing cocks and cute boyish balls. She thrilled.
"It's the nurse!" a guy yelled. He obviously was older and had hair on his chest. Paula didn't look at his loins. She was struggling to keep from looking at any of the boys' genitals.
"What the shit!" exclaimed Steve Decker as he clawed his way through the crowd of naked youths, none of whom had towels-these having been discarded just outside the shower-but most of the boys were trying to conceal their loins with their hands. Steve wore his usual white pants and sweatshirt, with a whistle dangling around his neck.
"What the devil are you doing here?" he demanded of Paula.
"I ... I came to ppick up Ernie's clothes. I thought I could make it before...." She felt faint.
Steve whirled about. "You guys get back to the shower room! Keep the other boys back there!"
Paula glimpsed swinging penises as the youths turned, then saw a half-dozen lean, hairless rumps as they beat a hasty retreat.
"Hey, you're something else, do you know that?" Steve said to Paula, half-critically but with a fascination burning in his blue eyes.
She turned back to Ernie's locker, her hand shaking as she completed unlocking it and pulled the door open. She scooped out his clothes and books.
"You wanted to get a look at those kids, didn't you?" Steve challenged, gazing at the rise and fall of her breasts.
"I certainly did not!" she maintained as she clutched Ernie's clothes to her body, obscuring the view. She shouldered her way past Steve, her cheeks glowing warmly. As she strode between the lockers to the door, he watched her ass gyrate, the springy flesh quivering in her snug skirt.
Then she was gone, rushing from the gym. She left embarrassed laughter behind.
Ooh, that was AWFUL! she thought. Especially since Steve caught me! Hell really bug me now.
Why did I do such a crazy thing?
Her memory burned with shocking images of the young boys' cocks and balls as she hurried along the corridor, back to her office.
What if Steve tells the principal? she thought. No ... he won't. He ll just keep after me. He ll try to use what happened to GET me.
The boys will talk among themselves, though. It will be all over the school!
Paula's cheeks remained red, and she was still very nervous, as she burst into her office and found Ernie sitting up on her couch. She dumped his clothes and books into his lap.
"Are you strong enough to walk now?" she asked, panting. She lifted a loose lock of hair away from her face.
"Yeah. Sure." The shy youth was staring at her, obviously wondering why she was so flustered.
Paula helped him to his feet and, as he clutched his belongings, she guided him from the office.
The boy sat beside Paula in her car, timidly glancing at her thighs, which were half-exposed. The nurse stared straight ahead, her cheeks flushed.
She was warmer between the legs, where her aroused pussy throbbed, giving her fits. The tops of her thighs were damp as they pressed together, tingling as they rubbed together when she moved her foot from gas to brake.
"I'm really okay now, Mrs. Merrill," the boy said at the door to his house.
"You will be," she replied huskily, "after you rest for a while. I'll help you into bed."
A wicked force was driving Paula, though she realized she was getting in dangerously deep. She kept her arm around Ernie's thin waist as she walked him along the hall of his neat,, modest home and into his room.
"Thanks a lot, Mrs. Merrill," he said. "I'll go to bed."
"Yes. Well, uh, sit down on the bed and take your sneakers off."
"Okay." Ernie hesitated, evidently waiting for her to leave. His blue eyes were wide, his freckled face thin.
"How long have you been without a mother?" Paula asked, gazing at him.
"For as long as I can remember," he said.
"That's too bad." Paula forced a tense smile. "Well, take your shoes off."
"Are ... are you gonna stay here?" the youth asked.
"Until you're tucked in," Paula said, a giddiness coming over her.
Ernie seemed frightened. He kept shooting anxious glances at the nurse as he sat and removed his shoes and socks.
"Now that t-shirt," she said. "Hurry and take it off!" Her tone had roughened.
Ernie pulled off the t-shirt, baring his thin chest. He had cute babyish nipples and not a trace of hair.
"Your shorts, now," Paula said, her cunt throbbing as it drizzled warm juice into her panties.
"Aaawww, no!" the boy pleaded. "Ernie, take off your shorts!" Paula said raggedly. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."
The youth stood and hesitated for a moment. A blush rose in his cheeks, blurring his freckles. When he saw no way out, he whisked his shorts down. He wore a jockstrap around his privates. "That thing, too!" Paula ordered shrilly. Though Ernie obviously was amazed by the nurse's demands, and very embarrassed, another force seemed to be working on him, as well. He pulled down his jockstrap, and Paula stared.
He had a fine boyish cock, complete with foreskin. There wasn't a hair on it, nor around his pale balls.
Paula throbbed wildly as he stepped from his jockstrap, his cock and balls swaying. He blushed fiercely. Nurse and schoolboy stared at each other.
"G-get into bed," she directed.
"Yeah. Sure."
Gratefully Ernie drew the covers back and slithered between them, pulling them up. His wide, soulful eyes stared at Paula.
"Ernie...." she said, her nerves taut as bowstrings.
"Yeah?" The boy seemed to tense, also.
"Can you, uh, keep a secret?" Paula's eyes rolled. "Something between just you and me?" She didn't dare look at him as her fingers snatched at the buttons on the front of her uniform dress.
"Gosh! M-Mrs. Merrill...!"
She stepped out of her dress, and the boy gazed at her in a white bra and half-slip. His cock stuck up hard against the covers.
"I'm ... uh ... just going to ... uh ... warm you up a little, so you don't get a chill," she said, a giddy tremor coursing through her. She let down her slip and stepped out of it, showing the thrilled youth her lace-edged panties, bare thighs, and stockings. "You mustn't ever tell ... anyone about this. Not anyone-understand?"
Paula stripped back the covers, and Ernie grasped at his hard-on in an effort to conceal it. But he hadn't moved quite fast enough to keep the nurse from glimpsing his condition. His cock angled back above his lean belly, exposing his boyish balls. Even as he clutched his throbbing rod and hot nuts, the pink tip of his pecker was visible where it poked out of its ruffled ring of foreskin.
Paula stared at it, her eyes glassy. Her entire body throbbed. Her brain seemed to swirl.
She sank dizzily to the bed and wrapped the lean, naked youth in her yearning arms. Her mature body was warm and soft against him. In just bra, panties, and stockings, she might as well have been nude.
Ernie curled his arms about the nurse as his young cock throbbed between their bodies, sandwiched straight up against the panties which sheathed her soft tummy.
"Ernie ... oooh, Ernie...!" she moaned. "You're such a ... wonderful boy!"
Having gone as far as she had, and being all alone with the youth, Paula couldn't restrain herself from going on. Her pussy was like a sump of flaming oil. She scootched down and rubbed her crotch against the youth's thigh. He felt her wetness through her panties ... and her exciting soft warmth, as well. His stiff cock surged higher against her body.
She leaned back and stared at his up-thrust organ, which was skinny and seemed delicate, though fiercely erect. Her heart threatened to leap out of her chest as she reached for his dick with a trembling hand. She clutched the warmly pulsating, iron-hard rod.
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned, and began to stroke the young boy's cock.
"AAAAHHHHH!" he breathed, writhing.
"You like that-don't you, Ernie? Oooh, your sweet little dick is so stiff and warm!"
Paula's hand glided lovingly up and down on his rod, which was like bone thinly covered by velvet. Her warm grasp rolled the boy's snug foreskin up and down across the super-sensitive ridge of his glans, making him squirm with guilty pleasure.
"Ooooh, what are we doooing, Mrs. Merrill?" he asked helplessly.
"I don't know!" she panted. She couldn't think straight.
She watched the boy's pick cockhead surge repeatedly into view, and her mouth watered. Her brain spun. Her pussy throbbed mercilessly.
He's just a child! an inner voice screamed at Paula, and she jerked her hand away. She watched Ernie's erection twitch.
"Rub me some more!" he blurted beseechingly.
"YESSSS!" Paula cried, giving in completely to her own lust, and she clutched his hot little hard-on for dear life. "OOOOH, YESSSSS! I'M GOING TO ... JACK YOU OFF!"
Her warmly circling fingers flew up and down on the lad's throbbing pecker, and he writhed wildly, his hips reaching up from the bed. Paula's mouth turned dry; her throat was taut, her nerves singing.
She was having the most fun that she'd ever had in her life. A fireball seemed to explode in her middle, and she came as she stroked the boy's rigid dick faster and faster. He yelped and gasped. Suddenly his hot, young prick spurted, and Paula stared at the looping jets of milky fluid which went high in the air to splatter down on his belly and thighs while he moaned and jerked. She came some more.
She kept stroking Ernie, her eyes glassy, her body bathed in warmth, until his little cock stopped spurting and grew soft. She let go of him reluctantly, and he groaned as he sank limp against the bed.
"Oooh, wowww...!" he breathed. "What happened?"
"You came, darling!" Paula panted. "Oooh, you came so beautifully ... all over yourself! Wasn't it wonderful?"
She clutched the confused thirteen-year-old in a heated embrace and rocked him to and fro, never minding that his boyish semen was smearing onto her thighs and onto her belly through her nylon pants. She kissed him wetly, voraciously, all over his face and neck.
"M-Mrs. Merrill ... was it all right ... I mean, what we did?"
"Yes! Yesss! It was beautiful! I loved it! Didn't you?"
"It sure ... felt good," Ernie admitted.
"Was that your first time? Your first time to come?" Paula asked anxiously as she leaned back to look at him.
"Yeah.
"Oooh, angel ... precious...!"
Paula kissed his mouth hard, grinding her lips against his, then sinking her tongue between his lips. She hadn't liked it when her husband had kissed her that way, and she had never Frenched him. But she enjoyed doing it with the darling boy she held in her arms.
Her own body continued to throb, despite her spontaneous orgasm. The crotch of her panties was sopped. Her pussy longed for penetration.
She and Ernie were all alone, with no one to bother them. Young boys could come again and again, she understood....
CHAPTER THREE
"I'm going to get up and take the rest of my clothes off," Paula said. "Would you like to see me all naked?"
The bewildered youth, who had just come blissfully in the grasp of her gliding hand, didn't argue. Paula imagined that he was curious to see her tits-and what she looked like between her legs.
Her forbidden exhilaration increased. So, too, did her sense of guilt. But the first was so much more powerful than the other that her conscience was locked in a losing battle.
She dared to look directly at the adorable young boy as she popped the hooks on her brassiere. She took the flimsy garment away and watched his eyes widen. Her rosy nipples rose higher and stiffer now that they were exposed to the air. Her breasts were thrillingly full and forward-thrusting.
Ernie stared at her luscious tits in speechless wonder.
Feeling warm and wicked, Paula hooked her thumbs around the top elastic of her panties and peeled the white nylon undies down. When the dark hair on her mons gushed into view, Ernie's expression became more startled.
Paula stepped from her panties and lay them aside. She turned, feeling wanton and loving it.
"Do you like me?" she asked, knowing that the boy was looking at her breasts ... her ass ... and her wide, tapering thighs.
"Gosh!" was all Ernie said.
Paula laughed warmly. She knelt on the bed, her breasts swooping in creamy fullness, her rosy nipples extended. She bent and kissed Ernie tenderly on his lips.
She lay on the bed and cuddled up to him. "I'll bet you've never seen a naked lady before, hmmm?"
"Golly ... no!" Ernie gulped. New heat flooded into his cock, and it twitched.
"Why don't you ... kind of ... explore me?" Paula suggested.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"Ooooh, get up on your knees and ... look at me closely. Touch me if you want to. You can even kiss me, Ernie ... anywhere."
The lad hesitantly rose to a kneeling position, and Paula looked at his sweet dick which was showing signs of getting ready to lift. Obviously fascinated by her lush body, he extended a tentative hand, then wrapped his slender, boyish fingers around one of her full, warm breasts.
An excited tremor coursed through Paula, shaking her titty in his hand.
"Wow...!" the thirteen-year-old breathed as he experimentally squeezed her breast, which felt something like a toy balloon with warm water in it. Not water, really, but thicker-more like pudding.
He stared at her nipple which stood rosy and tall. It also was thick, and it had a hairline crease at its tip. Around the base of the nipple was a pebbly disk, which was tense and red as the stem.
"Would you like to ... suck it?" Paula asked.
"Can I?"
"Yes, dear...." she purred warmly, and threaded her tapering fingers into his rust-colored hair, drawing his head down.
She stretched her head back when she felt his moist lips seize the nozzle of her tit. Delicious throbs radiated from her sucked breast as Ernie nursed at it hungrily, his wet tongue working in concert with his lips.
He DOES need a mother! she thought. Oh, dear ... yes!
Paula writhed gently, hobbling her warm titty against the boy's mouth.
"The other one...." she breathed. "Suck them both!"
Ernie moved to her other breast and drew at its stiffy rosy nipple while his hand pawed the damp tit his mouth had just left. Paula blindly felt for his dick and found it was thrillingly up-thrust. Her fingers fluttered up and down his boyish rod, as if she were playing a piccolo.
"I like your tits!" Ernie said as he raised his tousled head and looked shyly at her.
Paula felt warm all over. She smiled. "My tits love you!" she said, speaking as she never had before.
"My rod--likes your hand around it." Ernie was losing his shyness with her.
She giggled softly. "It's a beautiful rod, Ernie!" She watched herself finger it. "It's so stiff ... and yet it seems gentle. Not like a man's big, old hairy cock!"
Paula was shocking herself with her language. But she felt so free with the young lad that it seemed as if she could say anything.
"You mean, my cock isn't big?" Ernie asked, and seemed to draw away.
"Ooooh, it's just right!" Paula said, gripping his erection harder. "It's beautiful!"
She kept staring at his exposed pink knob, wondering if she had the nerve to take it into her mouth.
That might shock Ernie too much, she decided.
Her hand glided down his prick and cupped his delicate testicles. "Your balls are nice, too," she said.
"Gosh, do you think so?"
"Ooooh, yes-they're like velvet."
"You've sure got a beautiful body," the youth said, his eyes sweeping along her curved form. She still wore her garter belt and stockings.
"You can touch ... any part of me," she said, her excitement rising.
The lad placed his hand on her tummy where it was very soft and smooth, just above the rim of her garter belt. He tickled her belly button, and she giggled.
His hand glided down across her garter belt and onto the thick bunch of hair on her mons. "I didn't know ladies had this," he said, rubbing her fur.
"What did you think they had?" Paula asked, her eyes sparkling.
"I didn't really know ... but the guys said they have a hole."
"It's a pussy," Paula replied, getting a sharp little thrill.
"Under here?" Ernie asked, his fingertips pointing down between her thighs.
Paula lay her legs open, drawing her knees back but keeping them next to the bed so that they wouldn't be in Ernie's way. He looked at her unfurling cunt, which was rosy and moist in its nest of dark hair.
"Gosh!" he exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" Paula asked dreamily, stroking his head. Her body was perking heatedly, but everything was in suspense at the moment.
"It's ... kind of scary!" the lad said.
"What is?"
"Your cunt."
"I don't like that word," Paula replied. "I told you-it's a pussy."
"Your pussy, then," the boy said. Paula thrilled. "Touch it."
The lad rubbed his hand between her legs, and she almost came. He was amazed by how soft and warm and wet her cunt lips were. The tip of his middle finger twisted between them and he found the hole he had heard about.
"Ooooh!" Paula exclaimed.
"That's it, huh?" Ernie asked, sticking his finger into her hole. "Where a cock goes?"
"Yessssss." Paula flopped her head from side to side. Her eyes were shut, her dark lashes lying against her fair skin. Her hair brushed silkily against her cheeks.
Ernie stroked his finger in and out of her cunt, thrilling her intensely.
"Ooooh, STOP it!" she finally yelled. "Get on top of me! USE YOUR DICK!"
The youth scrambled onto her. He knelt between her thighs, which had stockings halfway up them, clipped to those funny straps that were attached to the belt around her tummy. He grasped his super-hard prick and pushed it down, nuzzling the end into Mrs. Merrill's soft, wet flesh. He found her hole with the tip of his cock and drove forward, gasping as he felt her slippery warmth surround him.
Paula squealed, and slammed her hips upward. Her ravenous pussy gulped at the lad's inserted rod, wrenching it. He groaned and tossed his head back, staying up on his arms. He'd never had such a feeling. It was wonderful!
"FUCK meeee!" she husked. "Move your dick up and down! DRIVE ITTTT! Ooh shit, SCREWWW MEEEE!"
Ernie went wild, doing just the right thing because it was what his hard cock wanted: To stroke up and down, as fast as possible, in Mrs. Merrill's wet, warm pussy.
"UUUUH!" she gasped. "OOOOH! YESSS! OOOH ... ERNEEEE! SCREW ME ... SCREW-ME!"
She knew she sounded like a terrible wanton, and she was ashamed of herself for shocking the sweet boy with her dirty words. But she couldn't help herself. Her body was on fire. It was a raging conflagration.
Paula beat her hips up at Ernie as he diddled his young dick swiftly in her lathered, grasping channel. His eyes rolled back. The last thing he saw were Mrs. Merrill's titties leaping up and down as she writhed beneath him.
She clawed at his lean, young body, pulling him hard against her, and she wrapped him in a bear-hug with her arms and legs. She drove her hot cunt wildly around his pronging dick, and she began to come.
Her climax heightened and heightened. She took one mind-blowing release after another, which shook her and made her squeal with delight. She had never come like that with her husband.
If it weren't that Ernie had ejaculated just a short time before, he wouldn't have been able to last as long as he did while he desperately struggled for the climax he needed.
He gasped, then came, his dick twitching and spitting in Paula's heaving twat. She moaned loudly, her nails ripping his back.
"Oooooooh ... baby-beeee," she purred, when she finally released him. The sigh came from the tips of her toes. "You were ... just great!"
"Was I really?" Ernie blinked down at her.
"Yesssss!" She laughed wanly. "Your dick feels so small and little now."
Ernie pulled back, drawing his penis from her wet cunt lips. He flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
"Was it all right, what we did?" he asked, turning his head to look at her.
Paula was staring straight up, he; hair mussed. Her brain was still blissfully spinning.
"Well...." she began, and was unable to think.
"You said I wasn't supposed to tell anyone."
"That's right!" she said quickly, and looked at him, "Ernie, that's very important! No one must know-not your father, not the boys at school-nobody!"
"Then what we did wasn't right, I guess."
"Yes, it was!" Paula clutched the lad. "Can we ... do it again?" he asked at her ear. "Oooh, yessss! Every afternoon, if you want to!"
"Gosh!"
"I have to go." Paula pushed away from the boy and stood up. He watched her titties bounce.
"Mrs. Merrill, I think you're super!" he said.
She smiled warmly. "Now you rest. My goodness, doing all that after you had that accident at school must have made you weak."
"I do feel kind of bushed," he admitted.
Paula drew the covers up over him, her tits hanging and quivering. He reached and grasped one.
"Ooooh!" she said, shutting her eyes and remaining bent forward, letting him squeeze her full titty.
He tugged at her nipple, giving her a sharp thrill, and he let the rubbery stem snap back. She could have screwed him again-but she didn't dare. His father would be coming home.
Paula quickly pulled her panties on, snuggling them against her clammy cunt. She wrapped her bra about her middle, fastened it at the front, then turned it the right way and brought the cups up around her breasts, tucking the softly firm masses in. She wiggled the shoulder ribbons up her arms and settled her tits more comfortably in their nylon cradles, all while Ernie watched.
She smiled at him again. "like playing fuck-fuck with me?"
"Oooh, wo www ... yeah!" Paula bent and kissed the tip of his tumed-up nose.
"Maybe tomorrow," she said, "but you mustn't let a word slip to anybody."
"Okay, Mrs. Merrill."
"You can call me Paula when we're like this."
She stepped into her half-slip and snapped the elastic at her waist. She got into her dress and buttoned it. Her hair was a fright, and she got a comb from her purse and tidied up before Ernie's mirror.
She waggled her fingers in a happy good-bye as she walked to the door.
"M-Mrs. Merrill? I mean ... Paula."
"Yes, Ernie?"
"Want me to come to your office tomorrow?"
"No! That's too risky. You come right home, and I'll get here as soon as I can. Your father never comes home early, does he?"
"Nope."
"Then I'll see you tomorrow."
Paula left the youngster's house, feeling better than she had in hears-perhaps ever. There was some guilt, but she fought that down. She was entitled to some happiness, she assured herself.
But where was it leading? She couldn't have a meaningful relationship with a little boy!
Why couldn't she? another part of her mind answered back. Anyway, she didn't want to think about it. Not now, when she felt so warm and good.
What she and Ernie had done was wrong legally, Paula realized. Perhaps more than legally. But she hadn't hurt him-and she certainly hadn't hurt herself.
She could have sung as she drove home.
Approaching Mrs. Cunningham's boarding house, she prepared to pull over to the curb when her eyes widened. Parked in front of the house was a red sports car, with a man seated behind the wheel. Though Paula could see only the back of his head, she recognized him: Steve.
My God, what docs HE want? she wondered.
Then she knew. It concerned what had happened that afternoon in the boys' gym. Steve had come to devil her, to back her into a corner if he could.
She stepped on the gas, and her car sped past his. She felt she couldn't face him.
Looking in her rear view mirror, she saw his car spurt away from the curb and follow hers. She panicked, speeding up. Her heart hammered.
God ... oh, God! she thought.
She was fast leaving the small town behind, with Steve still on her tail. She suddenly realized how foolish she was. She couldn't keep running.
She slowed her car and let Steve catch up. Frowning into her rear-view mirror, she saw him grinning at her. What annoyed her most about him was his blasted cockiness. like all men, he thought the thing that dangled between his legs made him a master over women, and he could make them do anything he wanted.
Hah!
Paula pulled over to the edge of the country road and stopped. Her heart continued to beat fast as she waited for Steve to get out of his car and walk up to hers.
"Where the shit were you going?" he asked, grinning down at her. "More to the point ... where have you been? You took that kid home, huh?"
"Now listen, you!" Paula raged, her cheeks florid. "You just leave me alone! Where I go or what I do is none of your nasty business!"
"Maybe not," he said calmly. "But I'd say it's the school's business when you walk into the boys' dressing room so you can get a look at them with their cocks hanging out."
"I didn't!" Paula blushed more. "I mean, I didn't want to sec their ... their ... them."
"The devil you didn't!" Steve said. "You know, baby, I think I've got you figured out at last."
"Just what does that mean?"
"You're queer for little boys."
"You filthy pig!"
The smile left Steve's face. "You'd better be careful how you talk to me-and how you act, too-because I've got you right by your pretty tits!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Paula said, hiding her embarrassment.
"Bullshit!" Steve said. "You know that if I walked into the front office at school and told them what happened at the gym-plus what probably happened later, when you took that Cook kid home-I could get your ass kicked out of the school so fast you wouldn't know what hit you. Not only that, you wouldn't be able to get a job at another school....anywhere!"
Paula's lips trembled. Steve was right-he could ruin her.
"I've told the kids in my class not to talk," he said, "and they know I'll bust their heads if they do. That means I'm the only one you've got to worry about." He grinned tightly. "So you'd better be nice to me, baby-like you were to that Cook kid just now."
"I don't know why you keep talking about him!" Paula said, feeling that the accusation concerning Ernie was one which Steve couldn't back up.
"Because I know you screwed him."
"I didn't!" Paula hotly maintained. "Oh, no? We'll see!" Steve's blue eyes glinted, like sunlight off an iceberg. "Get out of the car!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Paula was dismayed at being ordered out of her car on the quiet country road. She didn't have the slightest idea what the arrogant gym teacher had in mind, but she feared it wouldn't be good.
Steve yanked the door of her car open, and she reluctantly swung her legs around. Slices of bare skin appeared above the tops of her stockings, and the late afternoon sunlight winked off a metallic garter clasp.
She stood, her breasts giving a saucy bounce.
Steve shut the door. "Bend over the fender!"
"Whaaat?"
"Bend over the fender and stick your ass up!"
"Now you just see here!" Paula flared defiantly.
"Remember what I can do to you. I'm not gonna stand for back-talk!" He gave Paula a slap across her bottom, making her springy half-moons shake.
She gasped as her buttocks tingled.
She was intensely afraid that Steve would make good on his threat to get her Tired. Why hadn't she been so foolish, she asked herself, to talk into the boys' gym?
She turned and faced the fender of her low-slung car. Why, she wondered, did Steve want her to bend forward? What was he going to do?
She bent partway, feeling embarrassed. Steve grasped her at the back of the neck and pushed her the rest of the way down, her breasts smacking against the car's hood and spreading as he held her there.
"Aaaawwww!" she bleated.
"Stay just like that if you know what's good for you," Steve ordered, and moved around behind her.
Her white skirt had risen high at the backs of her thighs, revealing pale flesh above her nylons. Her sexy garter straps were displayed, as well.
Steve grasped the hem of her skirt, and her little slip which was hidden underneath it. He yanked both garments up, exposing the tops of her thighs and the white panties that clung to her softly firm ass-cheeks.
"Nooooh!" Paula moaned in humiliation. She turned her head quickly, her nose brushing the car's hood. At least, there were no cars coming from either direction, she thankfully confirmed.
The husky gym teacher stared at her beautiful bottom, which was spread by her bent-forward posture. Her lush buttocks stretched her panties, the leg elastics of the briefs arching upward.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, dreading what he might say.
"First I'm going to pull your panties down," he replied.
"Not here on the road!" Paula exclaimed. "Ooooh, my God! What if a car comes by?"
"Then they'll sec your bare ass, baby!" Steve said.
He was mad, she concluded. But the realization didn't do Paula a dime's worth of good. She feared he would fulfill his threat. He was just that mean.
Paula whined, writhing as she lay forward across the fender. Her plump buttocks shook in her silk panties. The cool metal caressed her tits.
Seething with shame, she felt Steve's hand claw at the elastic top of her panties and stretch the slender band away from her back. He yanked her briefs down to her thighs in a single motion. Cool air humiliatingly kissed her bottom.
She was exposed on a public road, she realized with dismay. Not only were her pale, rounded buttocks totally revealed but, because of her shameful position, her pussy was exposed, as well.
Steve stared at the thick clump of hair that decorated her puffed, slitted snatch. Little beads of telltale moisture clung to some of the tendrils.
While Paula shuddered with shame, Steve sank his thumbs into the slick warmth of her plushy fissure and opened her up.
"Oooooooooh!" she bawled, humiliated as never before.
The gym teacher's eyes sparkled lustily as he looked at her rosy, wet split. The little mouth of her vaginal tunnel pulsated when exposed to the open air. Sperm flecked its rosy rim. The tip of Paula's clitty was erect, because of the cool air that touched it.
In the midst of her throbbing shame, she heard a vehicle approaching.
"Oooh, pleeeeaaase!" she begged as she lifted her head and stared at the oncoming truck.
Steve waited until the truck had drawn close enough for the driver to distinguish his figure and Paula's next to the parked car, then jerked her up to a standing position and let her skirt drop, concealing her bottom and thighs. If the truck driver looked closely, he could have noticed her panties bunched just below her dress's hem.
Paula shivered as the truck roared past. Her cheeks blazed.
"How could you!" she cried at Steve.
"What are you complaining about?" he snapped back. "I might have left you the way you were."
He quickly pushed Paula forward again, and she found herself in the same shameful position she had occupied a few moments before as he yanked her dress and slip up.
"I'll get you for this!" she said. But it was an empty threat that made her seem all the more ridiculous, she realized.
Steve laughed tightly, and again spread her pussy with his thumbs.
She was getting a throbbing sensation that contributed to her shame. Much as she hated to admit it to herself, the public exposure of her private parts was giving her a wicked thrill. It was sheer hysteria, she believed, because she was horrified by what Steve was doing.
He let the clammy lips of her cunt snap shut and balled his right fist, his big middle finger protruding. He twisted his rigid digit at the soft, wet center of her slit and, as she bleated, screwed his finger all the way up her pussy.
She throbbed more wildly then before. Steve could feel her cunt ripple around his degrading probe.
"You've got a tight snatch!" he said. "Just right for little boys."
He curved his finger a bit and raked it against her softness as he brought it out, causing her to help. He looked at the sperm he had hooked out of her.
"See this?" he asked, grasping her by the hair and yanking her shocked face around.
Paula stared at the evidence of her guilt, realizing Steve now had her on two charges instead of one. Though he wasn't likely to preserve the sperm as evidence, he could probably force the truth out of Ernie, now that he knew for certain that she had been intimate with the boy.
Steve added a further insult by smearing his gooey finger across her nose. Paula cringed, shutting her eyes. But she couldn't help breathing in the scent of the stale semen.
Steve kept her bent forward across the fender and moved behind her once more. Again his finger drove into her soft, wet slit, this time grinding in a circle and reaming her delicate cunt mouth.
"Ooooh, pleeease ... stop!" Paula begged.
"Not yet, baby," Steve grated, though he pulled his finger out of her.
It had more goo on it, and he held it up as he used the fingers and thumb of his other hand to spread her rubbery butt-cheeks apart. She gasped as her ass-hole tingled in shocked exposure.
Obviously enjoying the humiliation that he heaped upon her, the unscrupulous man drove his wet finger against her shy nest of brownish puckers, twisting cruelly. Paula howled as his gooey finger forced her ass-hole to yield painfully. His finger glided into her tightly clasping ring.
Another vehicle was coming along the road.
"OOOOH ... GODDD!" she panted, with Steve's finger up her ass. "PLEEEEEASE! LET ME uuup!"
He did. But he didn't pull his finger out of her hotly pulsating anus. Her skirt dropped around his arm as he drew the terribly embarrassed woman against him, so that unless the occupants of the approaching car looked closely they wouldn't perceive what was happening.
Two men occupied the car. They looked. One of them laughed. The car sped past.
"Ooooh, you fiend!" Paula exclaimed, squirming as Steve kept his finger up her ass-hole. Her rubbery flesh rippled hotly around his obscene penetration.
He pushed her forward across the fender for a third time and again yanked up her outer clothing. Paula's brain swirled. In her wildest dreams, she had never imagined such despicable treatment.
"This is for all the times you put me down!" Steve grated as he stroked his finger in and out of her clasping, hot ass-hole. "This is for all your snooty remarks-for trying to pretend you're better than me! How do you like it, baby? Hmmm?"
Before Paula had a chance to respond, Steve rammed his finger all the way up into the rubbery grip of her rectum, his fist smacking the bulges of her buttocks.
"UUUHHHHGH!" she breathed gutturally. "OOOOH! YOU ... YOU PIG!"
"I'll be goddamned!" Steve snarled. "So you still haven't learned! Well, by Christ, I'll show you!"
He pulled his finger from her lubricated ass-hole, and the tight orifice gave an audible Pop! Her brown little starburst slowly contracted.
Steve used his clean hand to claw open the front of his pants. His big prick leaped out, quivering at full erection in the sunshine.
Looking fearfully over her shoulder, Paula saw the huge, menacing prong, and she bawled, "NOOOH! OOOH, MY GODDD ... YOU WOULDN'T!"
"like hell!" Steve said, and moved up to her, ripping her spongy buttocks wide apart.
His prick bored at her defenseless ass-hole and spread the radiating puckers which had been softened and lubricated by his finger. With remarkable ease, his bulging glans popped into her backside, clasped by the heat of her rectum.
"AAAAWWWWW!" she cried, more from shame than pain, though the thick penetration burned and stretched her virginal ass mouth.
Lying helpless across the fender, she squirmed around the perverted impalement. Her whole body pulsated with shock and horror-but more than that, with a strange, giddy passion she didn't understand.
The pulsations intensified as Steve began stroking-in and out of her raped rear end, powering his big prick deeper into her ass with every thrust. Finally she was getting all eight turgid inches of his macho cock, surging way into her hot bowels as his loins smacked her jiggly buttocks.
"OOOOH ... UUUUUH! ... UUUUNNNNNH!" she yelped as he ass-fucked her.
She wasn't rising toward a climax-at least, in her bewildered brain, it didn't seem to-but she undeniably was pulsating from hips to head with every thrust of the man's rigid prick up her clasping rear chute. He jolted her anguished body against the car.
His balls churned. The rippling clutches of Paula's hot ass stimulated him powerfully. He rubbed his hands up and down her spread thighs, along the firm flesh and the garter straps that pressed against the widening slabs. He stroked repeatedly across the tops of her clinging nylon hose.
He growled like a mad brute as he sodomized the snooty nurse. His thrusts up her ass-hole gave her giddy excitement even as they hurt and shamed her. She wondered if she could climax. She didn't want to, and yet....
A truck came rumbling along the road.
Steve couldn't stop powering his prick up Paula's rear, because it felt too good! He screwed her hot ass harder, gripping her pale, rounded hips as he hammered heatedly against her bouncy butt cheeks, his thick cock spearing lustfully between them.
She didn't hear the truck until it was almost there, her senses were swirling so. When she raised her head and saw it, she just bawled like a plugged heifer and went into an insane flurry of ass-fucking gyrations.
The truck swept past, its driver goggle-eyed.
Paula climaxed as she thought: The truck driver saw me! Ooooh God, he saw me GETTING IT UP THE REAR!
Steve finished lurchingly in the spastic, convulsing grip of her ass-hole, and his hot sperm jetted into her bowels.
"OOOOH!" she moaned, jerking and throbbing as she climaxed again.
It was the strangest orgasm she'd ever had, because her. pussy wasn't involved. But she came with tremendous force, shaking her to the marrow of her bones.
Steve pulled out, and her rosy anal flower blossomed, then drew back into her body. Steve pulled her pants up and flipped her skirt down.
"You can straighten up now," he growled.
Paula slowly rose and turned to face him. Her cheeks were red. Her hair was mussed. She panted and just stared at the merciless man, not knowing what to say. She felt sore in her behind, but she supposed she hadn't been injured.
Her pride had been shredded, though. She cringed as she thought of the truck driver who had seen her getting buggered.
"That man ... in the truck...." she panted, pushing her hair away from her face.
"Forget him!" Steve said. "He's not gonna report a thing like that."
"But what if I know him?"
"How many truck drivers do you know, baby."
"N-none, I guess."
"The guy probably doesn't even live around here."
"I hope not!"
Steve had wiped his cock on his handkerchief I and tossed the handkerchief away. He stuffed his meaty organ back into his clothes and zipped up.
Paula was still breathing hard, and her knees remained shaky. What an awful experience! she thought. If she lived to be a hundred, she was sure she would never forget it ... or forgive Steve.
She scrambled into her car and winced, because her bottom was tender. Would she ever be the same?
She lost no time in starting the car and wheeling it around, making a three-point turn on the shoulders of the road. She stepped on the gas and tried not to look at Steve as she passed him, heading back toward town. But she saw from the corner of her eyes that he was seated in his car, grinning in self-satisfaction.
She hated him more than ever.
She hated herself, as well, for responding to his shockingly brutal treatment. Just hysteria, she told herself again, drawing on her medical knowledge. The situation had been so wild, with her exposure on the road and all, that she had come in spite of herself.
The experience reinforced her hatred of men and her determination to have nothing more to do with them.
But would Steve let her off the hook, she wondered, since she had given in to him so easily this time? He had the lust of a bull-and the body of one, as well, she recalled with a shudder.
His cock was even bigger and meaner than that of her ex-husband, the only other cock she had ever seen. The only grown man's cock, of course.
Young boys were different. Paula visualized Ernie's darling dick, and that almost made her feel good again, as if her humiliation at Steve's hands had been worth-while. She certainly didn't blame Ernie in the least.
She didn't blame herself for initiating the boy into sex, either. Her earlier trace of guilt was gone. She had paid for the sin, of a sin it was-though she didn't really believe so. It seemed insignificant compared to the monstrous crime that Steve had committed against her.
How I'd love to get back at him! she thought as she squirmed on her still-smarting bottom. II only there was a way!
The prospect appeared nonexistent. The best that she could hope for was to avoid Steve's clutches from then on. Even that was wishful thinking, she feared, and gave a shudder.
As soon as the abused woman arrived home, she took a long, soothing tubbath. But it didn't succeed in making her feel really clean. After what had happened that day, nothing could.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Paula?"
She recognized Steve's voice immediately, and she tensed, gripping the telephone receiver. "What do you want?" she asked fearfully. "Come to the gym."
"Why?" Paula began to quiver. "Because I said so!"
"B-but it's time to go home." Paula was looking forward to meeting Ernie at his house.
"It's time for everyone to go home but you, me ... and one other person."
"Who are you talking about?" she asked, squirming on her warm bottom.
"You'll find out when you get here."
"I won't go!"
"Paula...?" Steve packed a world of menace into his utterance of her name.
"Oooh, damn you!" the bedeviled nurse exclaimed, and slammed up the phone. She hoped he had injured his eardrum.
She stood behind her desk and stalled for a moment, smoothing her white uniform over her rounded hips. She stroked her shivery, plump buttocks, recalling with shame what Steve had done to her the day before.
Surely he didn't have anything like that in mind, she concluded, if there was someone else with him. Who could it be?
Paula left her office, noting a strange itchiness between her legs as she walked. The tops of her thighs brushed warmly and silkily together.
She was like a fish swimming upstream as she made her way with difficulty through the throng of students in the corridor who were happily hurrying to the front door. Ernie was among them, she assumed, though she didn't sec him. She wondered if he was looking forward to meeting her as anxiously as she wanted to meet him.
She hated Steve all the more for delaying her.
She entered the boys' gym and saw no one in the outer room. Having too much sense to walk right into the dressing room this time, she stopped and called with obvious vexation, "Anybody here?"
"Yo!" Steve answered from inside. "Come on in!"
Paula hesitated for another moment, then decided, It's all right, as long as he knows I'm coming!
She entered the dressing room and saw Steve standing among the lockers, grinning in his cocky way, which so annoyed her.
"What's this all about?" she demanded. "Still the haughty bitch, hm?" Steve said, as he walked up to her. "Well, we'll see how long you stay that way." He raised his voice, calling, "Okay, kid, you can come out!"
Hearing a sound behind her, Paula whirled about, and she gasped. Stepping into view from around a bank of lockers was Ernie.
"I'm ssorry, Mrs. Merrill," he said, his eyes wide and frightened.
Her cheeks reddening, she confronted Steve again. "What's the idea of this?"
"The idea, Miss Priss, is that I'm going to firm up my hold on you. Ernie's already admitted you and he made it yesterday. I could walk both of you out to the front office, but I don't care to do that. I'd rather get some stronger evidence, so I won't have to depend on Ernie telling the truth if I decide to blow the whistle on you."
"So?" she asked apprehensively. "So I want you and Ernie to do something cute, right here and now ... and I'll capture it on film." He reached into an open locker and brought out a camera, with a flash cube attached.
"NO!" Paula exclaimed, shrinking against the lockers. Her eyes darted back and forth from the athletic coach to the embarrassed, fearful youth.
"Come on," Steve said matter-of-factly. "Let's get out where we have more room. Over there in front of the showers will do."
"Mrs. Merrill, he made me c-come here!" Ernie said as he walked ahead of her. "He knew about ... yesterday. He said he'd get me tossed out of school if I didn't...."
"It's all right, Ernie," she said softly, though her nerves were giving her a fit.
Steve placed his hands on her springy, rounded buttocks and pushed. "Get over there!" he said.
Paula lurched, her breasts shaking. She was about to fall when Ernie grasped her by an arm, steadying her. They stood in the open area next to the showers.
"Okay, Paula, take your dress off!" Steve ordered.
"Aaw, coach...." Ernie started to protest. "Shut up, kid, or you know what can happen to you!"
"Yes, Ernie," Paula added. "I don't want you to get into trouble."
She undid the buttons down the front of her dress, her fingers trembling, and slid the garment off her smooth shoulders. Her full breasts jutted in a lace-encrusted white bra. She stepped out of her uniform, flexing her legs in her short, flimsy half-slip.
Ernie couldn't help staring at her. So did Steve, his eyes glinting.
"The bra and slip, too!" he ordered.
"Ooh, please!" Paula begged.
"Get your tits out, baby!" Steve said.
Ernie got red in the face and fidgeted. Paula's cheeks also blazed as she reached behind her, unhooked her brassiere, and drew it away. Her breasts quivered in ripe fullness. Her rosy nipples quickly erected.
She couldn't keep from glancing at Ernie, and she saw that he had an erection problem, also. If only she could grasp and love his beautiful little dick, she thought.
She stepped from her half-slip, her titties shaking as her lovely thighs and nylon stockings came into view. She wore plain white briefs with garter straps extending up underneath them.
Ernie obviously was embarrassed by the hump at the front of his pants, and he squirmed. Steve had a hand in his pocket, tickling his own swelling cock.
"Get down on your knees in front of the kid!" he told Paula.
"No!" she exclaimed. "Oooh, you can't ask me to do thaaaaat!"
Steve stepped up and gave her a stinging slap across her bottom. The sound echoed through the cavernous gymnasium as Paula's buttocks bounced in her panties.
"Oooooooh!" she moaned, and dropped to her knees on the hard floor.
"Unzip the kid's pants!" Steve ordered.
Paula reached out. She was being forced to do this, she reminded herself, as she pulled Ernie's zipper down.
"Take out his pecker!" Steve said.
Oh, yes! Paula thought. His darling little pecker! I WANT IT!
She reached into the boy's clothes and withdrew his warm, super-stiff rod, which flipped springily nearly touching his belly.
"Now suck him!" Steve said, and raised the camera he had been holding.
"Oooh, that's so nasty!" Paula protested. "Please don't make mc do it!"
Steve waited and said nothing. His camera remained poised. Paula glanced anxiously from him to Ernie's up-thrust, boyish rod.
This is just terrible! she thought. Steve's going to make a picture of it! I don't want to do it! Her brain swam giddily as she stared at Ernie's enticing cock. But if I MUST....
She bent toward the boy's prick and tilted it to point at her mouth. Only the tip of his glans appeared in his circular lips of foreskin. Paula hesitated, trying to work up her courage.
"DO IT!" Steve demanded.
The nearly naked nurse let out an anguished cry, which left her lips parted. She leaned closer. She felt a tremor course through Ernie as he stared down at her hand around his thrusting cock, her mouth coming closer....
"AAAAWWWWGH!" she said, clamping her hot mouth around the knob of his rod. His cock quivered and a thrill shot through her, turning her head light.
She sucked, deriving very little taste-only a slight saltiness. Ernie's prick felt very hard in her mouth. It throbbed against her tongue.
"Skin his hood back!" Steve rasped. "Shit, don't you know anything?"
Paula's brain swirled as she pushed her circling hand to the base of Ernie's shaft, and his glans was denuded in her mouth. A stronger burst of flavor teased her taste buds, and she sucked harder, getting more flavor yet.
Oh God, I'm a COCKSUCKER! she thought, and began pumping her hot mouth up and down on the boy's bristling little prick.
A flash cube exploded as Steve took his first picker.
Paula sucked Ernie's cock with increasing fervor. She loved it, God help her, but only because it was Ernie's! She would have hated to suck a grown man's cock, she believed.
Steve laughed as she bobbed her head. Ernie's hard little prick quivered in her wet, warm mouth, and he groaned. The coach changed positions and took another shot.
Paula had been seized by cocksucking frenzy, Steve's orders having relieved her of responsibility for what she was doing. She twisted her head, her dark hair whipping about her face, and she pumped her o-shaped lips on Ernie's prick from different angles. She champed on the boy's spongy bulb, her lips working fish-like on his iron-hard, skinny shaft. She gulped down her gushing saliva, which was laced with the flavor of his dick.
She bobbed her head faster and faster. She wanted to eat Ernie alive!
"AAAAHHHHRGH!" he groaned, and his dick twitched vigorously between her lips.
"Gaawwwgh!" she said as Ernie's first spurt struck her throat.
Shocked, though she should have known what would happen, she rocked backward, pulling her mouth from the boy's cock. She continued to clutch his twitching rod, however, and it remained pointed at her face. Ernie's second spurt struck her nose, and she breathed in its musky scent. As the goo dribbled down across her parted lips, another jet of boyish sperm splatted against her lips directly and washed over her chin.
Paula spluttered.
She finally let go of the lad's quivering pecker, and his final shot arced into the air, falling on top of her head.
She squirmed, her tits shaking, and pawed at her face and hair, as if the boy's sperm were burning her. Sieve had taken two more pictures, showing Ernie's cream on her face, and he put his camera down.
As the lad backed away, obviously as chagrined as Paula, Steve stepped forward. He grasped the suffering woman by the hair and yanked her head toward him.
His cock was out, and she saw the huge, erect organ too late. He jammed it into her mouth, forcing her lips to spread widely as he stuffed her face with his thick, throbbing meat.
"Ghaaawwwh ... ghaaaaahhhhgh...." she said, trying to pull away.
Steve maintained a fierce hold on her hair as he pumped his big prick in and out between her gliding lips, fucking her helpless mouth.
She gurgled and groaned against his mouth-filling cock. Ernie's goo continued to dribble down her chin. Her shocked eyes were wide and watery.
Finally Steve let her go, and his prick sprang free, gleaming with her saliva. Paula tried to scramble to her feet, but he bent and yanked her stocking-clad legs out from under her, twisting so that she sprawled face-down on the floor. He grasped her white panties and ripped them down off her jiggly buttocks and along her legs.
He spread her thighs apart and dropped between them, boosting her ass into the air.
"Nooooooh!" she bawled. "Not that again! Pleeease!"
"Relax," Steve growled. "I just want your pussy this time."
The hurt of his penetration was almost as great as when he had buggered her, however, for her contracted sexual passage hadn't had a full-sized cock within it for a long time. His bulbous glans spread her tender pussylips wide apart as he bulled between them and stretched the small, clasping mouth of her vagina. He surged deep into her tunnel of love, which had only partially prepared itself with lubrication while she was sucking cock.
"AAAAWWWWWW!" she protested helplessly as she writhed on the floor of the gym, her ass up, her titties mashed against the hard surface, while Steve powered his stallion-sized prick in and out of her narrow cunt.
He held her hips to keep her in position as he knelt straight up behind her. The force of his brutal fucking rocked her ass forward and back. Her stockinged legs flexed, his fingers spanning her garter straps.
Ernie continued to watch, because he obviously didn't know what else to do, and he acquired another hard-on.
The coach pumped his meaty prick faster and faster in Paula's raped joy-hole, the horny ridge of his glans sending ripples up and down her cuntal walls which were greased but still snug. She moaned as her cheek pressed against the gym floor.
"Take it, you snooty bitch!" Steve snarled. "How do you like getting fucked dog-style?"
Paula hated it. Every stroke of Steve's inrushing cock was repugnant to her. But her fucked pussy responded, its nerve-ends thrilling to the strokes of his thick, veined pecker with a bulgy, blunt head.
"Ooooooooh!" she groaned gutturally, and shuddered as she took thrust after thrust of his rapacious prick.
Bursts began going off within her body, like firecrackers on a string, and she knew she was coming, despite herself. The explosions grew in intensity until they shook her whole body. She wriggled and lurched.
Steve kept fucking her, his cock pumping like a jackhammer between the flared lips of her pussy. His clothed front repeatedly smacked her plump buttocks and kept them bouncing.
Finally he draped himself over her back and rode her hot ass to the floor, still screwing fiercely. For Paula, the whole gym seemed to shake. She feared she would pass out.
As she clung to the ragged fringe of consciousness, Steve lurched inside her, his cock seeming to swell even larger. Then he spurted, hosing the pit of her pussy with his thick, warm cream.
Paula remained sprawled on the floor, her legs spread, her eyes shut, long moments after Steve withdrew from her. She might have stayed that way indefinitely, sick with shame, if he hadn't grasped her around the middle and yanked her to her feet. Her legs felt like rubber. She was surprised that they supported her weight as Steve pushed her in front of him, into the shower room.
"You're a mess!" he said arrogantly as he thrust her under the first shower.
He twisted one of the knobs, while standing back, and cold water struck her. She squealed, shivering wildly, her tits hobbling under the spray.
She lurched away from the chilling shower only to be yanked back beneath it. Her hair got wet and stringy. Her stockings and garter belt were soaked. The cold water sent chills up and down her shaking body as her tits danced in the wetness and her pussy quaked.
When Steve let go of her, she lost her footing and fell to the tiled floor, landing painfully on her knees. Steve laughed and pressed his foot between her shoulders, pushing down so that her ass stuck up to the spray. He watched the cold water course into the open crack between her buttocks, striking her tingly ass-hole. The shower pelted her pussy, as well, gushing into her slit and helping to wash his sperm out.
She gasped and gurgled against the water that was streaming over her face. Her tits hung down and quivered, her nipples throbbing.
It seemed like an eternity before Steve cut the shower off. Paula remained on her hands and knees, panting.
"Get your clothes on and get out of here!" Steve said. "And remember those pictures I took. I'll be in touch with you, baby."
"May I ... at least have a ... towel?" she asked dismally, slowly shaking her head as her stringy hair hung down across her cheeks.
"The towels are locked up," Steve said, and left the room.
Ernie had already taken off.
Paula was left to make out as best she could, alone. She dragged herself back to the dressing room, where she used her skimpy slip to dry on. But it quickly became sopped, and she had to use her panties, as well, then her bra. She had stripped off her wet stockings and garter belt. Only her nurse's uniform was left to put on. Her body, which was still somewhat damp, clung to it, her rosy nipples and her pubic bush showing through the thin white cloth. Even the crack of her wiggling ass was visible as she hurried shamefully from the gym, her hair and makeup a fright.
She was thankful that the school was deserted, except for two goggling janitors in the hallway, who exchanged chuckling remarks after she passed.
CHAPTER SIX
"M-Mrs. Merrill ... can I talk to you?"
"Ernie!" she exclaimed, startled by the lad's sudden appearance as she sat alone in a secluded corner of the schoolyard. She had just finished her lunch.
"Are you mad at mc?" the freckle-faced youth timidly asked.
"No, Ernie. I realize that what happened yesterday wasn't your fault." She patted the grass beside her and smiled. "Sit down."
The boy sank to the shady ground, eyeing the nurse's long, shapely legs which were draped on the grass, her white skirt high enough to reveal the dark bands at the tops of her nylons.
"That was awful, what Coach Decker did," the thirteen-year-old remarked.
"He's a prick!" Paula blurted. Then she blushed. "Ooh, I'm sorry! I shouldn't use such language."
Ernie smiled, his tension eased. 'That's what he is, all right. I used to think he was super, but he sure had no business treating you the way he did."
"Well, that's past-water under the bridge, as they say." Paula glanced quickly about. There were no students or teachers near the spot where she and Ernie sat, and she felt a ticklish excitement. "What happened between us wasn't all that bad, was it, except for the fact that Steve was there?"
"Gosh, no!" Ernie said. "I really dug it when you sucked my cock!"
Paula thrilled. "Did you, Ernie? Did it make you feel good?"
Her hand settled on the boy's lean thigh, gripping it through his Levi jeans. He squirmed, and his cheeks brightened.
"I dig it whenever you touch me, Mrs. Mer ... I mean ... Paula."
Her hand slid to his lap and discovered he was already hard. "Oooh, Ernie, you're amazing! Your little dick just sticks up so fast!"
"Is it too little?" he asked, his adolescent ego perturbed.
"Ooh, of course not!" Paula reassured him. "It's just the size it ought to be. Just the size I like! Ernie, I don't go for big horse's pricks like Steve's got!"
"Really?" The young boy lay back and writhed as Paula teased his stiff penis through his pants.
"I hated it when Steve shoved his huge cock into me! Couldn't you tell?" the pretty nurse asked.
"Well, I ... I wasn't sure," Ernie admitted. "Gush, Paula, my pants are getting tight!"
"Ooh, Ernie! Of course! You poor boy, I was just having fun and wasn't thinking about you at all. I bet you'd like me to unzip your jeans and take out your pecker, hmmm?"
"Gosh, yeah!" he groaned in his cracking, adolescent voice. "But is it safe?"
Paula took another quick look about, confirming that no one was close enough to observe them. She would have to keep checking, she told herself, because the kids-and even the teachers-sometimes wandered to that far comer of the campus.
She unzipped Ernie's Levis and snaked her pale, delicate fingers in through his fly. She had to claw her way into his stretchy briefs, but it was worth the effort when her fingers curled around his painfully bent shaft. Her internal warmth increased, centering between her thighs.
She pulled out Ernie's adolescent hard-on, and it snapped to rigid attention as she held it straight up from his body. He squirmed pleasurably as her circling fingers stroked up and down his rigid cock, rolling the pale foreskin off and onto his pink, faintly moist glans. After a half-dozen slow, rhythmic strokes, Paula left the boy's foreskin retracted, and his cockhead swelled appealingly. She moistened her lips and bent closer.
Ernie craned his neck from the grass and watched as her rosy, parted lips approached his prick. Her delicate nostrils flared as they picked up his boyish scent.
Perhaps cocksucking was dirty, she thought, but she couldn't resist Ernie's fine, young dick-now that Steve had forced her to suck it the first time. She lowered her long, silky lashes as her soft lips touched the tip of the lad's perpendicular organ, giving him a gentle, warm kiss.
A tremor coursed through Ernie, shaking his hard prick in Paula's grasp. She curled her forefinger and thumb more tightly around the base of his rod and glided her encompassing lips down until they had captured his cockhead and a portion of his shaft, as well. She sucked heatedly, her brain doing lazy cartwheels. Moisture broke from the lips of her pussy, which were compressed between her warm thighs.
"Ooooh, Paula ... wowwww!" Ernie croaked, flopping his head about on the grass. He gazed unseeingly at the fluttering leaves above him while the nurse pumped her mouth up and down on his childish dong.
Her lips were super-soft and slick with saliva, but they clasped the lad's cock snugly as they stroked across his ridge and along his bone-hard shaft. Her tongue gave a velvet caress.
"Oooh ... wowwww ... yeeeaaah!" Ernie panted.
Paula got up onto her knees so that she could spread her thighs apart. She was getting very warm and moist between them. As she bobbed her head over the recumbent youth, her dark hair showered around his clothed thighs and belly. Her up-thrust ass wiggled in her snug nurse's skirt, showing the lines of her panties that arched across her spread buttocks.
She had forgotten to keep checking to make sure she and Ernie weren'tlikely to be observed, so engrossed had she become in her sucking of the young boy's cock. Not far away, two fifteen-year-old lads sauntered along, discussing baseball, the way boys do.
Suddenly one of them stopped and pointed. "Man, do you see what I see?" he asked his friend.
"Shit, yeah!" the other youth said. "That's the nurse ... with Ernie!"
"What's she doing? Can you tell?"
"It looks like...." The blonde-haired boy squinted. "Hell yes, man, she's sucking his dick!"
"Shit!" the husky, dark-haired one said, and grinned lewdly. "Let's get closer. We can hide behind those bushes and watch."
Paula's senses swirled as she stroked her mouth faster on the stiff little cock that she loved so much. Her soft lips stripped at Ernie's quivering, hard rod.
She let go of it, panting, and his springy dick snapped up against his belly. "Oooh God, Ernie, I've got to fuck you!" she said.
"Yeah!" he rasped. "I want you to, Paula!"
Thinking only about him, and the wonderful thrill he was going to give her when she clasped his boyish hard-on in her throbbing cunt, she flipped her skirt up over her back. The boys in the bushes stared, their erections cramped by snug jeans as they gazed at the nurse's ass in nylon panties. Her full thighs gleamed between her stocking-tops and the bulges of her buttocks, which had partially escaped from her flimsy briefs.
The view became even more exciting when Paula snatched her panties down, exposing the twin, rounded loaves of her bottom and the mysterious, deep cleft between them. She wriggled, pulling her panties out from under her knees and off. She tossed them aside and scrambled on top of Ernie.
"Oooh shit, she's gonna fuck him!" the husky peeper whispered to his friend.
"Cripes, yeah!" the blonde boy replied.
"I've gotta take my dick out. It's killing me in my pants!"
"I'm gonna take mine out, too!"
The boys unzipped their flies and pulled out their rods. Their cocks were considerably larger than Ernie's, their two years of added age making quite a difference. Wispy hairs curled out of their open flies, also, as they began to pump their thrusting pricks in their hands.
Paula was concerned only about the cock that thrust from Ernie's fly as he lay on his back. She grasped his super-rigid member and held it straight up, wiggling her warm, wet pussy down over it. Ernie gasped as she glidingly claimed his cock. She sat right down on his middle, his dick sticking all the way up inside her, and she rotated her hips, moaning. The velvet warmth of her cunt swirled slickly around his quivering erection, giving him a tremendous thrill.
Paula was just as delighted. Nothing made her feel better or more complete than having Ernie's darling dick thrust up inside her. She screwed, grinding and pumping, her hips bobbing up and down, her stocking-clad legs flexing.
-"Oooh, Ernie ... God, but I love to fuck you!" she moaned, and the boys in the bushes picked up her words.
The lewd declaration, from the usually prim and proper nurse, made them all the hotter, and they stroked their stiff pricks fervently, jacking off as they stared.
Paula bobbed up and down atop her thirteen-year-old lover, her breasts bouncing in her flimsy bra. With each thrust of Ernie's dick up her slippery sex-channel, she got a new burst of excitement. There was nothing like screwing on the grass, she thought, in the open air-right on the schoolyard.
The schoolyard!
She glanced guiltily about as she continued fucking Ernie, and was relieved to sec no one nearby. She didn't notice that the bushes not far away were shaking.
"Oooh, shit!" one of the peeping youths said under his breath, and he jacked off faster. "Look at her go! She loves that little kid's dick!"
"Man, you know it!" said the other one, pumping his cock in-his fist. "She's got a hot ass!"
"I'd sure like ... to have some of it!" the first boy said, gasping as he approached completion.
Paula was about to come as she swirled her snapping, bobbing pussy around Ernie's cock. He jabbed upward into her wet, clasping warmth, his lean rump thumping against the ground.
"Uuuh ... uuuh ... uuuh....I" she panted. "OOOOOOOH! I'M GOING TO HAAAAVE IT! YESSSSSS!"
The passionate nurse jerked up and down, her cunt wrenching Ernie's flesh-entrapped cock, rippling along his twitching hardness. He gasped and went off, jetting blissfully inside her. She kept coming, drawing spurt after spurt through his quivering tube, up from his adolescent balls, until she finally had received all the warm, wet sperm that he had. Even after his cock began to soften inside her, she kept grinding her insatiable snatch around him. The zipped edges of his fly scratched her tender pussy flesh.
"Oooooooh!" she finally breathed, and fell prone atop him, wrapping him warmly in her arms.
The boys in. the bushes held their dripping, softening cocks and looked at each other guiltily. But they weren't sorry they had jacked off. It had been the best come that either of them had ever had.
The school bell rang, and Paula jerked erect atop Ernie.
"Oooh, goodness!" she said. "We've got to get back!"
"Yeah," the young boy croaked. He acted as if he didn't want to move.
Paula swung a leg over him and crawled through the grass, her bare bottom wiggling as she went to retrieve her panties. Ernie sat up and blinked, stuffing his softened, damp penis into his clothes.
Paula pulled her panties on, ashamed that they would be soiled by Ernie's semen, as it dribbled from her pussy. But she wasn't ashamed to have screwed him. He was all she had, and she had gone through enough, she believed, to entitle herself to enjoy him.
The boys in the bushes stayed low until Paula and Ernie had left the trysting spot.
Then the husky, dark-haired one turned to his friend and said, "Ken, I'm gonna get that nurse!"
"You think you can, Wally?" the blonde youth asked.
"We both can!" Wally replied. "We seen her with the young kid. All we gotta do is threaten to tell the principal, and she'll do anything we want!"
"Maybe you're right," Ken said, his eyes lighting up. "When are we gonna try?"
"In a day or so. I'll figure the best time to go after her."
Paula had bid a hurried goodbye to Ernie, and he raced to his next class while she returned to her office. Her cunt was shamefully sopped, her panties clinging wetly to it as she walked. Even the tops of her thighs were damp where they rubbed nakedly together.
I've got to watch out, she told herself, screwing Ernie right at school! I was lucky today, but next time someone's liable to catch me.
She shuddered sensuously, feeling like a slut as she re-entered her little office. She stopped and stared at a plain white envelope that lay in the center of her desk. Her first name was scrawled on the front, together with the notation, "Personal".
She picked up the envelope and ripped it open. Out tumbled three photo prints. They made Paula gasp.
Two of the pictures showed her ardently sucking Ernie's stiff little cock, and the other was just as shocking: It showed her face, with eyes shut and mouth gaping, as Ernie's sperm dribbled down her nose and across her lips.
There was a note with the pictures which said simply, "I've got lots more copies of these."
The note was unsigned, but Paula knew who it was from. She sank into her chair, oblivious at the moment to the squishiness of her pussy against the sopped crotch-strip of her briefs. She shut her eyes and burned with rage over Steve's tactics.
What more does he want from me? she wondered desperately. He's already screwed me and humiliated me and made me crawl! Thai should be enough for even a fiend like him!
Paula shuffled the pictures and note together and was about to throw them into her waste basket when she realized they might be noticed by the janitor who would clean her room. She put the pictures and note back into the ripped envelope and slid it into her purse.
Why did I walk into the boys' gym that first time? she asked herself. All my troubles have stemmed from that!
Had she been more honest with herself, she would have admitted that her troubles stemmed from her attraction to little boys. And that seemed to get getting stronger every day.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Paula, you're wanted on the phone!" Mrs. Cunningham called through the door.
Relaxing on her bed in bra and panties, Paula sat up and asked apprehensively, "Do you know who it is?"
"Some man. Better hurry and get it."
Paula slipped into a robe, the swells of her breasts quivering above the rims of her low-cut bra. The only man who might be calling her was Steve, she thought. She would have liked to leave him hanging on the line, but she didn't dare do that.
She walked downstairs and picked up the phone in the hall. "Yes?"
"Come over to my place," Steve said. "You know where it is?"
"Now, listen...!" Paula replied irately. "You can't just order mc around!"
"The hell I can't," Steve said with quiet confidence. "I own you, baby. Or haven't you gotten that through your haughty head? I have an apartment in the rear at 340 Oak."
"What do you want?"
"You'll find out when you get here ... in ten minutes."
Steve hung up.
Paula stared at the telephone receiver in her hand, which was buzzing. There was a kind of buzzing along her nerves, as well-a gathering of tension.
She hurried upstairs, her robe flapping about her bare, tapering legs. She felt she had to hurry because Steve had given her only ten minutes. He did own her, she realized dismally.
She put on a blouse and skirt, trying not to think about what the arrogant athletic coach might have in mind. Knowing him as she did, however, an immediate explanation suggested itself: He simply was horny, and he expected her to service him. There was no pretense of "dating" any more: he had summoned her as if she were a call girl.
Paula had no trouble finding his place. It was in an old residence which had been converted to apartments. An amber light burned next to a rear door which opened off the driveway. Paula walked there and rapped.
The door opened on a dimly lit room. Steve stood behind the door until his pretty visitor was inside, then revealed himself as he swung the door shut. He was nude.
Paula's eyes flicked to his genitals-a relaxed but sizable cock sprouting from a thick golden bush, large balls dangling. She frowned, as a touch of color came to her cheeks.
"So you wouldn't even show me the courtesy of putting clothes on!" she said.
"Putting 'em on? Hell, I took 'cm off!" He swaggered to his small bar. "What do you drink?"
"Nothing."
Steve poured himself a shot of Scotch and faced the attractive brunette, who obviously was ill at ease. "You know, this is the first time I've seen you in anything but your nursie uniform." His rakish eyes took in the rounded thrust of her breasts in a flowered blouse, and the mature, womanly curve of her hips in a thin, dark-blue skirt.
"Sit down," he said, indicating his sofa.
Paula sat while he stood and watched her. For a few moments, she kept her bare knees primly together, then slipped one over the other, creating an appealing leg display.
Steve strolled to the couch, carrying his drink, and sat beside her.
"I've got a track meet coming up," he said abruptly. "I guess you've heard about it."
Paula was surprised that he had opened a conversational gambit. "Yes. It's a state-wide affair, isn't it?"
"That's right. And it means a lot to me to win. If our small-town school can beat the city junior highs, some important people are going to notice me. That might be my ticket out of this fucking place. The next step up would be a coaching spot in a city high school ... and, from there, to a University. Follow my line of thought?"
"Yes. You're ambitious. I must say, that doesn't surprise me."
Steve sipped from his glass. "Ambition is one thing, and having success within my grasp is something else. I don't have a hell of a lot to work with at this school, so I need help."
"This is all very interesting," Paula said sarcastically, "but I don't see how...."
"I'm coming to that. You're going to give me the help I need."
Paula just stared at him.
He grinned, but there was a glint of steel in his blue eyes. "You're a nurse. My kids could use some vitamin pills."
"You can buy those in any drug store."
"Bennies, I'm talking about. They'll make my kids run and jump like they never did before."
"Ooh, no!" Paula said. "Anyway, I can't write prescriptions."
"I realize that, dummy! But, as a nurse, you can get the stuff."
"How?"
"From some doctor or out of a hospital supply closet."
"Are you crazy?" Paula asked, glaring at him. "I don't work for a doctor ... or in a hospital."
"You could pick up that kind of job. Haven't you ever heard of moonlighting? There must be an emergency hospital in the city that could use a nurse in the evenings-it's only a thirty minute drive."
Paula stood up. "If that's the reason you asked me here, I may as well leave right now."
Steve grasped her by an arm and yanked her down to the couch so forcefully that her legs flew into the air and her skirt slid back to her lap. The fullness of her upper thighs was exposed.
Paula yanked her skirt down and tried to get up, but Steve leaned across her body, blocking her. He set his drink on the end table at her opposite side.
"That wasn't the only reason I asked you here, baby-and now that it's disposed of, we can get on to something else." He gripped her chin in his strong hand and leaned closer. He licked her pouty, closed lips.
She writhed, trying to avoid his mouth. But she was even more concerned about what he had said before.
"Steve, I won't get those drugs! I can't!"
He let go of her chin and slapped her hard across the check. She gasped.
"You'll get that job in a hospital-or in a doctor's office, whichever you can manage-and you'll get me the Benzedrine. Now that's an order."
"You don't know what you're asking!"
"It's all settled, baby. You'll do it, or your ass gets kicked out of this town, and you won't ever work as a school nurse again." Steve grinned quickly. "And after you do what I want, you'll be off the hook. I'll give you all the pictures I've got, including the negatives. That sound fair?"
"I hate you!" Paula said venomously.
"Yeah? We'll sec about that too." Steve stood in front of her, his penis still soft. "Start showing me a good time, baby."
"J-just like that? You expect me to jump like a puppet?"
"That's what you are," he said. "My big-titted, hot-assed puppet."
He moved closer, his legs straddling hers as his shins pressed the edge of the couch. His cock dangled insolently before her.
"Okay, get mc up," he ordered. "Then I'll see how long I can keep it like that, and how many different ways I can put it to you. Interested?"
"No!"
"You'll get interested as we go along. Show me some action, babe!"
Paula reached woodenly and lifted the husky man's penis. She stared at the mauve-pink knob that nodded atop its supple stem.
"I don't want to!" she whimpered.
Steve grasped her around the back of the head and jerked her forward and down. Her face smacked his soft, meaty penis.
Paula shut her eyes. She was filled with disgust. But she did stick her tongue out while Steve held her against him and moved slightly. His penis rubbed across her upper lip and plopped onto her tongue, which trembled at the contact.
She licked his rubbery cock head while confused, angry thoughts troubled her mind: She hated to do what he had demanded, to get the Benzedrine-but how could she help it? He had her totally under his power, the rat! Otherwise, she wouldn't have been doing what she was doing right then.
She swirled her tongue around his hobbling prickhead while she tried to think more clearly:
There had to be a way out, but what was it?
Perhaps if she treated Steve very well-if she gave him a great deal of pleasure-he might relent, Paula thought. It seemed un-likely, but what other hope did she have?
She pursed her lips around the tip of Steve's cock and beat a tongue-tattoo against his slit while she sucked gently. She thought he might like that. He evidently did, for steel came into the shank of his organ, which her hand encircled, and his glans swelled against her soft lips. His cock rose stiffly, and she no longer had to hold it.
She glided her circling lips over the fullness of his smooth cockhead and locked them in the groove just behind the knob. She continued sucking while circling his bulging glans with her tongue.
"Pretty good, baby!" he growled, his tone almost soft. "Now get that head to bobbing. I like to feel your lips skidding across my ridge."
Paula bobbed her head, feeling distressfully like a whore who was being used. But if this would get Steve to withdraw his other demand, it would be worth-while, she assured herself.
Her pumping, o-shaped lips stroked repeatedly across his cock-ridge and along his slippery, iron-hard shaft. Her lips were stretched wide to accommodate the thick column that glided between them. Steve's bulbous glans rubbed her soft tongue as she lapped against his cock's sensitive underside. She tasted and swallowed his raunchy man-flavor and breathed in his musky scent.
Things were happening in her body which she tried to ignore: Heat gathered in her loins. Her pussylips became oily. Her blood pumped faster, and her brain became light.
She bobbed her head briskly on Steve's bristling cock and felt more ashamed. His fleshy torpedo thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth until she was taking his blunt knob into the opening of her throat. Her lips became warm and tingly from their abrasive stroking along his shaft, even though the contact was well lubricated by her saliva.
I'm really a cocksucker now! she was thinking. I'm doing it like a whore!
Suddenly Steve pulled back and let his husky prick whip free. Paula stared, a bit glassy-eyed, at his impressive hard-on which slanted out and upward, and she thought of how she hated it. It was huge and brutal, like the prick of a stallion.
"Get up and take your clothes off," Steve directed.
She rose slowly, her nerve thrumming. She looked away from Steve and removed her blouse.
He mowed behind her and unhooked her bra. His hands crawled forward, at her sides, into the slack cups of her brassiere and grasped her full, warm breasts, which he squeezed smoothly. His thumbs and forefingers plucked at her thick nipples, drawing them out.
Paula caught her reflection in a decorative mirror on the wall. Her dark hair hung loosely against one check; her red lips were puffy and slack. She looked as wanton as she felt while Steve drew her bra away and down her arms with one hand, continuing to grip her left breast with the other. He replaced his right hand around her other mound and squeezed both rubbery orbs, rolling them about her stiff nipples grinding into his palms.
While she continued to stare at the reflection, as if hypnotized, he slid his hands underneath her full tits. He bounced her rubber balls on his palms.
She shut her eyes, and an anguished moan escaped her lips.
Steve let go of her breasts and unfastened her skirt. He pushed it down, exposing the snowy briefs that dung to her hips and buttocks.
"Don't you wear anything but white panties?" he asked.
"Colors would ... show through my nurse's uniform," she said, and bit her lip. She was becoming aroused despite herself, and that angered her.
Steve dropped to his knees behind her and pulled her silk panties down. The curving cleft of her ass was deep and enticing. Her plump rear cheeks were perfectly formed.
She lifted her feet in turn as Steve removed her stretchy briefs. She stood nude before him.
He pinched the cheeks of her bottom, his thumbs sinking into the satiny crack, and impudently stretched her buttocks wide apart. Her exposed anus shrank bashfully.
Steve turned her around and stared at her shaggy mons, the lips of her cuntal cleft scarcely visible beneath the thick blanket of dark hairs. She tried to steel herself as he ran his thumbs down through her curling tendrils, found the top of her slit, and opened it to expose the little shaft of her clitoris.
"Please...!" she breathed.
Steve grasped her hands and drew her down to the rug, where she landed in an ungainly heap, her breasts bobbing. She tried to sit up, but he pressed her onto her back and swung astride her curvaceous form. His prick stuck up strongly, throbbing in turgid fullness. Clear fluid leaked from its flaring slit and washed back over the mushroom-shaped glans.
Paula tried not to look at the awesome male weapon, but it exerted such a fearful fascination that she couldn't ignore it. What Steve did with it surprised her as he bent forward and gathered her titties in his hands, laying his thick cock between them. He wrapped her soft breast flesh around his rod and stroked forward and back, wiggling her tits in his hands and flicking her erected nipples.
She whined. Her squirming added to Steve's excitement.
As he pumped his big prick higher between her tits, he rubbed her mounds against his balls. The plum-like head of his cock surged toward her mouth, and Paula craned her neck forward, striking at his cockhead with her wet tongue. This was only to please him, she told herself as she licked the snout of his thrusting organ.
Her rosy tongue lashed the end of his prick again and again as his shaft rode high from between her spongy tits. She craned her neck even farther and pursed her soft lips, planting a moist kiss on the tip of his pecker each time it surged to her mouth.
Suddenly he let her breasts fall away from his column and lunged forward, grinding his big prick between Paula's lips. He stoppered his mouth with the meaty plug.
"Aaawwwwgh ... ghaaawww ... ghlllgh she groaned against the mouthful of throbbing cock. She was forced to lick it.
Steve hovered over her face, twisting and pumping his prick between her stretched lips, fucking her mouth with intense pleasure. He pulled out as suddenly as he had thrust into her, and his cock leaped springily, trailing a strand of her saliva. She gasped for breath. Her eyes revealed the heat that now suffused her.
The husky coach backed up and placed his knees between her splayed thighs. He gripped his thick, hard column and plowed its meaty head through the wiggly, wet flesh of her pussy. When the tip of his prick was caught by the little circle of her vagina, and he pushed, his whole big baloney glided into her, stretching her cuntal walls.
She caught her breath and stared up at him.
He clutched the backs of her thighs, spreading them wide apart and bending them back, until they were on a line with her head. Propping himself against her thighs, he fucked her upturned cunt vigorously, powering his thick prick up and down in her greased, grasping hole.
"OOOOH ... OOOOOH ... AAAAHHHHG H...." she panted, thrilling and hurting at the same time, due to his roughness. Her back felt as if it might break, because she was bent nearly in two.
She flopped her head to and fro on the floor, her dark hair whipping across the carpet. She clenched her fists and beat them against the rug.
Steve pulled his prick from her, making a sucking sound, and flopped her onto her belly.
"Oooh, noooooh!" she begged helplessly. "Pleeeease!
Paying no attention to her cries, he grasped her hips and boosted them into the air. He drove into her pussy again, this time from the back, and shafted her with long, snapping strokes. Each thrust rammed her head and chest against the carpet. The rug's knap burned her cheek and scratched her nipples.
Steve's front smacked her upturned ass, making her buttocks jiggle wildly. The fleshy sounds combined with the noisy sloshing of his piston in her flooded quim. She alternately gasped and whimpered. Her excitement rose with each of his lusty strokes until her brain swam in passion.
Again Steve pulled out of her, and he pressed his wet cock against the shocked dimple of her anus. Paula had time only to let out a shriek before he ground his blunt instrument against the resisting nest of puckers, forcing her star-shaped rear aperture to spread. Her ass-hole stretched wide and painfully until Steve's cockhead popped into her rectum. Then, growling like a wild beast, he screwed his turgid prick deeper into her hot ass.
"AAAAWWWWW!" she bawled, writhing around the degrading impalement.
Her ass-hole fiercely gripped Steve's throbbing cock. The juice which he had brought from her pussy quickly lubricated her rear passage, enabling him to stroke smoothly up and down in her rubbery ring. The fit was superbly tight.
Paula moaned and clawed her red nails into the carpet as Steve fucked her ass fiendishly, spearing further into her bowels with each thrust until finally she received his entire eight inches, slammed repeatedly up her throbbing rear. His balls swung against her pussy.
Bursts of white-hot sensation radiated through Paula as she was ruthlessly sodomized, her buttocks bouncing while Steve's huge cock speared between them. She moaned. Spastic tremors shook her ass-fucked form.
Finally she began lifting her bottom to Steve's thrusts. Her hips rotated sensuously. Instead of fucking an ass that cringed, he found himself ramming into a swirling sleeve of rippling heat that reached for his every plunge.
"YESSSSS!" Paula hissed between set teeth. "OOOOH, YOU BIG-PRICKED BASTARD! DRIVE THAT HOT LOG INTO MEEEE! FUCK MY ASSSSSS!"
Steve drilled into her slippery, clenching ass-hole fervently, jiggling her jelly-like buttocks, making her stuffed rectum throb. She began to come around him, howling as she shook. Steve jerked and spurted inside her. He poured what felt like a gallon of warm, thick fluid into her quaking rear.
She went limp beneath him, her mind seeming to spiral off into some distant realm. She had never been so thoroughly and brutally fucked ... and made to like it, while hating the man who did it to her.
Later, as she left his apartment, he said, "I want those bennies as soon as you can get 'em, so you better find yourself that evening job."
Paula didn't argue. She knew it wouldn't do the slightest good.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"A school nurse, huh? Why the hell do you want to work in a meat market like this?"
Paula squirmed uneasily on a hard chair as Dr. Felix Cottrell's dark eyes drilled into her. His black hair was loose, falling partially over his forehead, and he had a full mustache. He was in his middle to late thirties.
"I, uh, need some extra money," Paula said.
"Well, you'll earn it here. We work our asses off every night, with accident victims, people who get stabbed and shot, and the losers from bloody fights. We've got a deal with an ambulance service. This isn't going to be like checking little girls' tonsils."
"I can handle it," Paula said, raising her head haughtily.
The night resident studied her. "I wonder if you can. What it comes down to is how badly you need the job."
Cottrell got up and circled his small desk until he stood next to Paula's chair. He reached down and curled his long fingers around one of her bulging breasts.
She gasped. She wanted to knock the man's impudent hand away, but she didn't. He was testing her, she realized, though she thought this was a strange way to go about it.
She let him squeeze and jiggle her full breast through her dress and brassiere.
"Stand up," he said.
Paula stood, her body touching his. He reached around her and cupped the firm, resilient cheeks of her ass.
"Doctor!" she exclaimed. Her eyes made plain her displeasure, but she didn't pull away from him.
"I guess you do want this job," Cottrcll said, and grinned nastily. "Go over and shut the door."
Paula complied, wondering what he intended to do. How far would he dare go with her?
"I get horny," he said, "handling beat-up women all the time. But I can't make out with them. By the time I get home to my wife, she's ready to get up and go to work. And did you see what my full-time nurse looks like? Godzilla with tits!"
"Doctor, I...." Paula faced him tensely, color flooding her cheeks.
He stared at her for a moment, then sighed. "Sure!" he said with bitter resignation. "You want the job-but not badly enough.
"Yes, I do!"
"Then put out, God damn it!" Cottrell snapped. "Give me your ass and I'll hire you tonight."
Paula had never been propositioned so bluntly before, by a man she scarcely knew. If she hadn't been backed to the wall by Steve's threats, she would have told Cottrell what he could do with his filthy proposition, and she would have stomped out.
"Well, is it a deal?" he pressed. "They're gonna wheel another case in any minute, and I may be busy for the rest of the night."
"Ooh, all right!" Paula said, shamefully averting her eyes.
Cottrell grinned. "Come around and sit on my desk."
Sir on his desk? That was a new way to go about it, Paula thought. But she didn't argue. When the doctor had settled into his swivel chair, she perched on the desk in front of him.
"You've got luscious legs," he said, gliding his hands up the outside of her thighs, dragging her skirt and slip along. "And stockings!" he discovered happily. "Most broads wear those dumb pantyhose."
Cottrell spread Paula's knees wide apart and stared at the narrow, snowy crotch of her panties. "Yeah!" he husked.
She shut her eyes. "Please ... doctor must you humiliate me?"
"Aaw come on now," he said, stroking his hands up and down her shapely thighs, on and off the tops of her stockings, along her taut garter straps where they pressed her smooth, firm flesh. "I dig it this way-do you mind? In that operating room out there, we have to cut clothes off beautiful girls. But they're shot or beat up, and it's enough to turn your stomach. You don't know how great it is to get under a woman's dress and find just good stuff-firm and curvy and clean."
"Ooh, for God's sake, get on with it!" Paula blurted.
"Baby ... ," the doctor murmured, bowing his head, "that's just what I'm about to do."
He lifted one of Paula's stocking-clad legs into the air, rocking her backward so that she had to brace her hands on the desk, and he stroked his damp tongue up her inner thigh-from the rim of her stocking to the narrow lace border of her white panties.
She shivered.
"Mmmmm!" Cottrell said. "Curly little black hairs!" His teeth nipped the tendrils that reached silkily out from beneath the leg elastic of her briefs.
Paula sucked in her breath.
The bushy-haired doctor licked along the edge of her panties, his mustache tickling her upraised thigh. He brushed his nose across the soft center strip of her pants and moistly kissed her other leg at its most sensitive point, high on the inner thigh.
Despite herself, Paula squirmed sensuously.
The man's hands glided over her hips and up her front to grasp and pull at her well-rounded breasts.
"Let your dress down," he begged.
Paula blushingly unbuttoned the top of her uniform, slipped it off her shoulders and down to the crooks of her arms.
"Aaaah ... indeed!" Cottrell said, gazing at her overfilled bra cups. "You have enough for quadruplets."
"Doctor, must you make those comments?" Paula asked petulantly.
"I'm just vocally uninhibited, I guess," he said as he reached behind her to release her bra. "When I like what I see, I must say so."
He lifted the cups of her brassiere up off her melon-shaped breasts and smiled like a baby with two new toys. He let his hands do the talking this time as his long, skilled fingers curled as far around Paula's titties as they would go, took a firm hold, and hobbled her boobs from side to side. He slapped them noisily together.
"Aaawwww!" she said, and shut her eyes. Her cheeks felt drenched by heat.
The doctor watched intently as he rubbed his thumbs up and down across her rosy nipples, causing the prominent buds to swell forward and thicken until they became rubbery stems that bent up and down, snapping springily back each time his thumbs left them.
He pinched her throbbing nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugged them toward him until Paula yelped. He let her nipples go, and her tits bounced.
She didn't know how much more of his strange treatment she could stand, even though she had to get the job.
He quit mauling her breasts at that point and wrapped his arms around both of her thighs, lifting them and spreading them wide apart. Again she had to lean back On her hands, against the top of the desk. Cottrell pressed his face against the center of her panties, kissing her through the thin nylon.
"Uuuuuuuuh!" she breathed heatedly, and her hips gave a spastic jerk.
Cottrell lay her legs on his shoulders, which freed his hands to draw the stretchy crotch-strip of her panties aside. "Ooooh, yesss!" he said pleasurably. "Lots of hair and soft flesh! I do love hairy twats!"
He pressed his mouth against Paula's pussy, causing her to gasp. As his tongue wiggled between her cuntal folds, sinking deep into her moist heat, she became more excited. She shoved her hips further forward, until her buttocks perched on the very edge of the doctor's desk, and she tilted her snatch up.
He licked hungrily into her succulent feast of warm, slippery flesh, bordered by tickly hairs. He tickled her at the same time with his bushy mustache, which brushed the tip of her clit as he reamed the hot hole of her vagina.
"Uuuuuuh ... oooooooh ... for heaven's sake!" Paula panted.
While Cottrell licked and sucked her sweet pussy, one hand went to his lap, and he freed his thrusting stalk from his clothes. He fingered his bone-hard rod.
A rapping sounded at the door.
"Just a minute!" Cottrell yelled, raising his head. Then he whispered to Paula, "Quick! Get down on the floor."
He drew her forward, and she thudded to her knees between his chair and the desk. He pushed her head down so that it would be out of sight, and her mouth pressed against his bristling prick, forcing her lips to yield. The bulb-ended organ, which was circumcised, speared deeply into her mouth and throat.
"Come in, Miss Swigert!" Paula heard him call.
"Doctor, they just brought in a smashed arm," the raspy-voiced nurse reported. "Hey, what happened to that broad you were interviewing?"
"Forget her!" Cottrell said as Paula gurgled and gasped on his long, throbbing cock. "Administer morphine to the patient. Then take some x-rays. I'll be out in a couple of minutes."
"But...."
"Do it, Miss Swigert! For God's sake, must you quibble about everything?"
"Yes, doctor!" she said crisply and withdrew from his office, shutting the door.
He released Paula's head and she lifted it gratefully. She was glassy-eyed.
"We must hurry," Cottrell said. "Your mouth felt so damned good, I'll take a quick blow-job. You do suck, don't you?"
"Well, sometimes," Paula admitted, and clasped the bulging head of his cock in her mouth, glad that she didn't have to take the entire shaft as before.
She pumped her o-shaped lips claspingly on his prick, sucking as if she enjoyed it, while he reached down and jiggled her titties on his fingertips.
He growled, "Shit, that's good!"
Paula sucked harder, wondering what had come over her. She didn't have to act so eager. But then she recalled the necessity to hurry, and that seemed to justify her voracious attack upon the doctor's long hard cock.
She gnawed at it, as if she were a dog having dinner ... pumped her mouth up and down a few times quickly ... then twisted her head and gnawed some more, champing on the big, bone-like shape. As Cottrell groaned voluptuously, she let his prick escape and stick up next to her nose as she waggled her tongue along the veined shaft. She breathed in the humid scent of his saliva-coated organ, then worked her mouth up to its crest once more and re-encompassed the spongy head. She swallowed her gushing saliva again and again as she sucked the doctor's cock with long, tongue-lapping strokes.
He squirmed on his chair, jabbing his horny prick upward into her loving mouth. His balls churned.
"Now!" he rasped. "Get it! Go fast!"
Paula pumped her hot mouth on his cock as rapidly as she could, her tits shaking in and out of his grasp. Her pussy felt like a fire pit between her thighs, and she didn't know what to do about that. But she knew she had to eat the doctor's prick, and she went at it as if it were the tastiest thing in creation, slurping and sucking noisily.
"AAAHHHRGH!" he rasped, his hips surging up from the chair.
He skewered Paula's throat with his cock as the horny column twitched and spurted. Her tonsils were bathed by his gushing cum.
After the first blast, he settled a bit, permitting the shocked woman to raise her head slightly. She took his second shot onto her tongue, thrilling her taste-buds. She gulped, squeezing his spitting bulb between her tongue and palate, which made him spurt again. She tasted more of his thick sperm, swallowing as much as she could. The excess oozed out around his quivering shaft and dribbled down her chin.
"Aaaaah, that was delightful!" he sighed. "You're hired! You can start right away! Shit! I've got to take care of that arm!"
He jumped up, yanking his penis from Paula's mouth. He stuffed the softening organ into his clothes as he hurried to the door.
Paula remained on her knees for several moments, her tits hanging out. A dull, vacant throbbing continued between her legs. She realized that her chin was wet, and she swiped at it with her hand. Seeing nothing else to do with the sperm she had collected on her fingers, she stuck them into her mouth and sucked them clean.
She stood on shaky legs.
I suppose I ought to get to work, she decided, pausing only long enough to tuck her breasts into her brassiere and hook it clumsily behind her back, then draw up her dress and button it. She pushed her hair away from her flushed face as she walked to the door.
While Cottrell and the head nurse, Nellie Swigert, worked over the accident victim with the mangled arm, Paula was assigned to take temperatures in a ward where minor injury cases rested before being sent home.
As she went from bed to bed, shoving thermometers into patients' mouths, she continued to suffer from frustration. Her pussy smoldered damply, throbbing now and then.
She reached the far bed and found a young, tow-headed boy. A quick glance at his chart told her he was only twelve years old. He had suffered a badly cut foot, which was bandaged.
"Am I gonna go home now?" he asked, gazing up at Paula with his wide, innocent eyes.
"Well uuh ... not quite yet," she said, and felt such a twinge of erotic desire that she couldn't resist pulling the curtain which concealed the boy's bed from the rest of the ward.
"What are you gonna do?" he asked as Paula smiled warmly down at him.
"Take your temperature," she said, "but in a new way." She began unbuttoning her dress. "This is a very secret way, so you mustn't tell anyone about it. Do you understand?"
"Yeah. Sure. But why arc you taking your dress off?" He goggled at the pretty nurse as she stood beside his bed in her bra, stockings and panties.
"Shhhh!" Paula said. 'That's part of the secret."
She tremblingly took her bra off, letting her ripe breasts surge in sensuous freedom. They swooped and wobbled as she removed her panties.
"Gosh!" the lad exclaimed as he stared at her hairy loins.
"Now well just slip this sheet down," she said, stripping the cover from the recumbent youth.
He blushed, because there was a peak in his hospital gown-not a high peak, since he was only a child, but it looked very good to Paula.
She lifted his gown to expose a hard little pecker with an appealing pink head. His small testicles were as white as the rest of his body, and he didn't have a trace of hair at his crotch.
"Ooooh, you sweet thing! " Paula murmured huskily, and bent over the lad.
"Hey, lady...!" he began to protest, then said, "Oooooh!" as she licked his fine-tasting, childish cock.
Paula thrilled wildly. She knew she was doing something wrong and could get into serious trouble if she were caught. But at the moment, she didn't care.
She took the boy's small prick into her mouth and sucked on it.
"Wowwwwww!" he said excitedly. "This is sure a new way to take my temperature, all right!"
"Oooh, that isn't how I'm going to take your temperature," Paula said, raising her head to smile at him. "I've got a better way yet. And the funny thing about it is your little dick is going to be the thermometer, which you're going to stick into me! Doesn't that sound interesting?"
"Yeah, I guess so," the confused lad replied as his up-thrust cock quivered. "But I don't see...."
"You just let me take care of things, okay?" Paula replied as she climbed onto his bed, her titties wobbling tautly. "I'm the nurse."
She swung astride the boy and positioned herself above his middle. Holding his twelve-year-old dick straight up, she wiggled her warm, wet pussy down around it, and he caught his breath.
"Feel good?" she asked, as her pussy quaked around his very stiff cock.
"Yeeeaaaah!" he breathed, gazing at her rosy-nippled tits.
Kneeling astride him, and flexing her stocking-clad legs, she began to grind her warm, velvety snatch around the youth's hard-on. Her dark hair curved across her cheek, and she lowered her lashes. She took hold of the boy's hands and lifted them to her breasts.
"Play with nursie's tits," she murmured sultrily as she felt herself rising toward perhaps the best climax she'd ever had.
The boy's hands clasped her wobbly, springy-firm boobs, and he squeezed them while Paula pleasurably screwed him. She tossed back her head, , letting her hair whip about her cheeks and shoulders as she writhed, bobbing up and down on the child's rigid dick.
She moved faster and faster, and it was clear from the lad's expression that he was becoming as tensely excited as she. Her big breasts bounced in and out of his hands, her nipples stiffly extended. Her wet pussy massaged his childish erection as it never had been stroked before.
He gasped. He let out a little groan.
Paula bobbed up and down on his dick as rapidly as she could go, and her tits bounced freely before his goggling gaze.
Now! she thought. Oh, NOW! I'M GOING TO ... HAVE IT!
A fireball exploded deep within her, and she shook from shoulders to hips, her pussy rippling on the boy's small rod. She felt him twitch inside her, but there was no spurt. Still, as she obtained a sharp, ecstatic release, he apparently did also, because his eyes rolled back in their sockets and he quivered.
When she climbed off of him, his cock was soft. She bent and licked it.
"Is my ... temperature okay?" the kid asked, apparently more confused than ever ... but happy.
"Oooh, you're real fine in every way!" Paula said, and kissed his sweet face. She hurriedly put on her clothes and got out of there.
CHAPTER NINE
"Well, did you get the stuff?" Steve demanded on the phone next morning, as Paula sat yawning at her desk.
"Of course not!"
"You were out all evening, baby, because I tried to call you a couple of times-as late as midnight. You must have gotten that job in the city, huh?"
"How do you know I didn't go to a movie?" she snapped back.
"Don't be cute with me!" he snarled. "Remember, I've got you by the curlies."
"All right, I did get a job at an emergency hospital. I worked until 2 a.m., and it was miserable. But I couldn't get the Benzedrine tablets."
"Why?"
"Because nobody gave mc a key to the drug locker."
"Well, there's a way to get it, isn't there? Shake your tits at a doctor. Wiggle that fine ass of yours."
"Steve, you are unspeakably crude!" Paula said. "Maybe. But you got my meaning, right?"
"I'll ... try to get the pills tonight."
"They don't have to be Benzedrine," Steve said. "Any amphetamine will do."
"All right!" Paula said angrily. "Now I really have a lot of work." .
Steve hung up without saying good-bye, and she was grateful. She propped her elbows on the desk and bent her head forward, resting her face in her hands.
I've got to lie down for awhile, she decided. I can't survive on four hours rest!
She hadn't gotten in bed until 3 a.m. and had been forced to get up at 7. She had the same thing to look forward to each night until she could get those drugs Steve wanted-if she had the nerve to steal them. That was the next question.
Paula walked to her couch and lay down. She didn't intend to fall asleep, because she might be called at any moment to look at some sick child or one might walk in on her.
She squirmed on the couch, trying to get comfortable. Her bowl-like breasts quivered in her snug uniform, and the skirt worked its way up her thighs, exposing the tops of her sand-colored hose.
The next thing Paula knew, a hand was shaking her. She blinked at a husky, dark-haired boy, who appeared to be a ninth grader. He was about fifteen.
"Wh-what do you want?" she asked.
He was looking at the patches of pale flesh above the tops of her, stockings, which were exposed by her fucked-up skirt. "I, uh, don't feel so good," he said.
Following the direction of his impertinent gaze, Paula realized that her skirt had worked itself high on her thighs while she slept. Blushing, and angry with the youth for catching her off-guard, she pulled her skirt back into place and swung her legs around. She sat up.
"What's your name?" she demanded.
"Wally Brent." He handed her the pass he had gotten from his teacher, which entitled him to call on the nurse.
Without a warning knock, her door opened and another youth walked in. He was about Wally's age, but slim and light-haired.
"Now what do you want?" Paula asked irritably, getting up and pushing back the wavy hair that had fallen across one cheek.
The boys glanced at each other, and she detected a silent communication between them.
"I feel sick to my stomach," the blonde boy reported, but he didn't look or act ill.
"Where's your pass?" Paula asked.
He handed it to her, and it showed that his name was Ken Miller.
"Well, I can't take care of both you boys at once," Paula said with a touch of petulance. "Ken, wait outside."
He glanced quickly at Wally, who grinned and moved a bit closer to the nurse. "You can take care of both of us, Mrs. Merrill-just like you took care of that young kid out on the yard, yesterday noon."
Paula caught her breath, and her eyes widened as she glanced from one menacing youth to the other. "Wh-what do you want?"
"Just to have some fun with you, that's all," Wally said, and put out his hand, cupping her right breast.
Ken moved up and cupped her other full, quivery mound.
She was shocked by the boys' forwardness. They seemed to resemble men more than they resembled the twelve and thirteen-year-olds she adored.
She backed up, causing her breasts to pull away from the youths' insolent grasp. But they pursued her, and her buttocks smacked fleshly against the wall.
"You get out of here or I'll scream!" she threatened.
"You ain't gonna do that," Wally said with confidence. " 'Cause if you do, well have to tell what we saw yesterday-and, lady, we saw it all!"
"Where were you?" Paula asked, her cheeks burning.
"In the bushes, right near you and that young kid."
She shut her eyes shamefully. "Please...." she murmured, her moist lips quivering.
"Just be nice to us, nursie," Ken said, and reached for a tit again.
Wally did the same, and Paula found herself pinned against the wall while her breasts were roughly mauled by the boys' demandingly rude hands.
"We can't ... do anything ... right here," she said, breathing raggedly.
"Why not?" Wally retorted. "You got a sign on the door, telling people not to walk in."
"Why didn't you obey that sign?" she asked, whimpering.
"'Cause we got you by the tits, nursie!" he said, and sniggered. "Hey, Ken, that's pretty good, huh? We really do have her by the tits, huh?"
"Man, yeah!" Ken replied as he, like Wally, squeezed a plump, spongy mound. "She's sure got good ones, too-the best damned boobs I ever felt!"
"H how many ... breasts have you touched, anyway?" Paula asked, amazed by the confidence and apparent experience of the fifteen-year-olds.
"Lots," Wally said.
"Ooh shit, yeah!" added Ken. "We get around a lot."
Paula felt they were lying, but they obviously knew a thing or two and had the courage to go after what they wanted. She didn't dare resist them.
"Let's get it over with," she said dismally.
"Now, that's what I like to hear-huh, Ken?" Wally replied.
"Yeah. What shall we make her do first? Suck us?"
"Sounds fair."
The punkish youths kept squeezing and rolling Paula's breasts, making them throb. Unwanted moisture sprang to the lips of her pussy. Her lashes fluttered.
"If ... if I ... suck you off," she said with difficulty, "will that be good enough?"
"Yeah, for starters," Wally said, and sniggered again.
Paula had the idea that if she could bring both boys to climax by licking and sucking them, they might leave without demanding more. She didn't want to get mussed up if she could help it, because she did have to work for the rest of the day.
She sank to her knees on the floor in front of the teenaged punks, hating their arrogant attitude and what they were demanding of her. But her hands didn't reveal her reluctance as she reached toward the youths' distended jeans. It had taken just a feel of her titties through her clothes to bring their cocks up.
She unzipped both fellows' flies and reached in to free their sexual organs. Her eyes widened as she stared at the two horny dicks she brought out-both bare-headed and locking into up-thrusts, super-virile erections. They were about the same length, but Wally's was thicker. Neither equaled the cock of an average man.
Paula leaned closer, her lips parting. The boys looked down, watching her in wordless fascination, as she stuck out her wet, rosy tongue.
She licked a smooth cockhead and felt it quiver, then turned to the other one. Her tongue swiped across the boyish knob.
Oh, God! she thought, shivering inwardly. Two dicks at once! I have sunk to the lowest point yet!
But she went on licking both thrusting peckers, turning her brunette head to and fro, her tongue waggling with obscene urgency.
I just want to bring them off! she thought. Come, you miserable bastards!
Paula pursed her lips around the end of Wally's plump cockhead and kissed it suckingly. She fluttered her tongue against his dewy slit.
"Aaaahhh!" the youth groaned, and shoved his cock forward, sinking his entire knob in her mouth. She let it soak in her saliva as she sucked, swirling her tongue around the throbbing bulb.
Ken gazed down with hot eyes and stroked his erection slowly. Paula released the other boy's organ with a noisy slurp and glided her hot mouth over Ken's skinnier, super-hard joystick. She pumped her slippery lips up and down on his rod while she sucked heatedly.
He writhed. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "Man, that feels good!"
"Give me some more!" Wally husked, yanking Paula by the hair.
Whimpering she transferred her mouth from Ken's cock to Wally's. She pumped her head forward and back. Her senses swirled from the taste of the two young dicks and their raunchy cent, plus the stroking of the iron-hard columns between her lips. Her tongue worked restlessly, swirling around the thrusting peckers ... lapping against their undersides ... flicking against their tips.
The boys became hotter and hotter.
"Suck us both at once!" Wally demanded.
The idea appealed to Paula, in her advanced state of wantonness, but she wasn't sure she could manage it. However, as she held Ken's smaller cockhead within her mouth, she yanked Wally closer, and his stiff dick collided with that of his friend. Pressing the two boys' pricks together, she opened her mouth wide and let her lips stretch even further, crawling over Wally's plump cock-head which was wedged snugly against Ken's glans.
"She did it!" Wally husked.
"Yeah, man! Shit!" Ken exclaimed, his eyes bright as he looked down at the two bristling tools which stuck into the nurse's widely spread mouth.
Paula shut her eyes and sucked shamefully, her cheeks glowing. She didn't have room in her mouth to move her tongue around the two cockheads, but she lapped against the undersides of the organs. Her stretched lips rhythmically compressed around the two shafts, her saliva dribbling down to hang from her chin in a gleaming strand. She felt the boys' cocks quiver in turgid excitement. They writhed, stretching her lips even more.
She had to let go of the excessive mouthful at last, and both dicks sprang out to stand high-wet and throbbing. Paula wrapped a hand around each and began stroking them madly while she leaned to first one, then the other, lashing the swollen pink knobs with her tongue and taking quick sucks from the tips of the twitching organs.
"AAAAARRRRRGH!" Wally rasped, and his husky prick spurted.
"SHIT!" exclaimed Ken, and he came also.
Both cocks spat milky, thick fluid into Paula's shocked face, striking her closed eyelids, her nose and her parted lips. She tasted and breathed in the scent of the musky semen. She writhed, whimpering, but didn't let go of the pricks. She preferred to hold them steady and take all their blasts in her face, rather than get her hair or clothing mussed.
The boys' twitching peckers jetted again and again until Paula's entire face was smeared with their thick, wet sperm, gliding down her nose, cheeks and chin. Finally their organs softened in her hands, and she let them fall limp. She straightened and pawed at her face, spitting distressfully.
"Give me a ... Kleenex!" she managed to utter. "From my desk there!"
She didn't open her eyes, for fear the semen would burn them.
Wally yanked out a couple of tissues and pressed them into her hand. The boys watched her wipe her face clean. Her eyes guiltily opened.
The youths were standing in front of her with their penises still hanging out of their flies.
"Well, aren't you satisfied now?" she demanded, her tone tense and husky.
"Hey, man, I want to fuck her!" Ken said to Wally.
"Ooh, noooh ... please!" Paula moaned. "Anyway, how can you do anything?" She reached out, to illustrate her point, and flipped both flaccid cocks.
"Just take your clothes off, nursie, and my rod will get up again!" Wally said.
"Yeah!" Ken added, already tugging at his limber organ, trying to induce another hard-on.
Paula was dismayed. She had hoped to appease the filthy youths with a suck-off, but it appeared that she had failed in her purpose. Worse, her own body cried for satisfaction. She didn't want the nasty boys to fuck her-but what could she do?
She got shakily to her feet and began to snatch at the buttons on the front of her white dress while she refused to look at the youths. Her cheeks glowed.
The boys waited, with goggling eyes, as she stepped out of her dress, revealing her voluptuous form in a bra and half-slip. She quickly stripped the slip down, flexing her stocking-clad legs.
"Pretty nice-huh, man?" Ken asked Wally while he continued to tug at his penis. The organ was already showing signs of excitement.
"Get you bra and pants off, nursie!" Wally demanded, fondling his meatier cock. "We want you bare-ass naked!"
"Oooooh!" Paula whimpered, drowning in a warm sea of shame as she unclasped her brassiere. She yanked it away from her hobbling mounds.
"Dig those titties!" Wally husked.
"Just like a fuckin' cow!" Ken replied, and sniggered.
Paula felt insulted, because her breasts weren't bovine in the least. But what did these dirty punks know?
The dismayed nurse hooked her thumbs around the top of her panties and stripped them down, exposing her thick bush to the boys' avid gaze. She stepped from her pants and dropped them on the floor with the rest of her clothes. She was nude except for her stockings and garters.
"That's okay, nursie!" Wally said. "We can get at you now!"
"H-how do you ... want to do it?" Paula asked, her throat threatening to close on her.
"I want to get it the way you gave it to that kid in the yard," Ken said, and quickly stretched out on the couch. He wriggled, pushing his jeans and shorts down. His erect cock sprang free from his gliding clothes and angled back toward his face.
Wally watched as Paula knelt astride the other youth.
"I want you to know I hate this!" she said to Ken as she grasped his rod and pointed it up toward her rosy, hair-fringed gash.
"Oh, sure!" he said, and sniggered nastily again.
Paula lowered her crotch, and her pussy wetly kissed the knob of his organ. He caught his breath as she lowered herself further and, with a smooth, grinding motion, entrapped his entire prick in her body.
"Yeeeaaaah!" he husked, grasping the springy-firm cheeks of her ass to hold her snugly against him. His dick throbbed twitchingly in her wet, warm quim.
She leaned farther forward, to bring his shaft into closer contact with her clitoris, because that was where she needed it. Her own shameful desire had become important by that time.
Her breasts dangled above Ken's face, and he moved his hands to her front, grasping and pulling down on her full, spongy mounds.
"It's milkin' time, man!" he told Wally as he yanked at the nurse's stiff nipples.
Wally had an exciting view of her flaring, rounded ass, which caused his cock to stand higher. The view also sparked his curiosity and, as she began to grind her needy snatch around the other boy's up-thrust rod, Wally knelt astride Ken's lower legs and impudently stretched the nurse's buttocks apart.
"Oooh, noooooh!" she moaned in humiliation, but she couldn't stop screwing Ken to deal with the other boy.
Wally stared at her puckered little ass-hole, which seemed to change shape as she wiggled her rosy-lipped cunt around Ken's rod. The kneeling youth moved closer, pointing his sexual torpedo toward the satiny cleft of the nurse's enticing ass, which he continued to hold open.
When he touched the tip of his prick to her anus, Paula gasped. But she was so caught up in the frenzy of her fucking with Ken, that she couldn't defend herself against Wally's unnatural onslaught. Her anus didn't even clench, which was the only thing that saved her from scorching pain as Wally drove his dry prick grindingly into her defenseless rear hole.
"A A A AHHHHGH!" he growled as he felt the nurse's tight ass-hole clasp his cock-inch after gliding inch, until he had his entire shaft stuck into her rectum.
"Maaaan, what're you doing?" Ken asked. "I can feel you inside her. Her snatch got real tight!"
"I'm screwing her ass-hole!" Wally proclaimed proudly.
Paula felt dismayed and humiliated, with two cocks sticking into her at the same time. Her crotch was monstrously impaled, her entire middle stuffed by the two thrusting rods.
Both boys stroked their stiff pricks inside her, rubbing each other through the thin membranes that separated her two penetrated channels. She gasped and squirmed, slapping her buttocks against Wally's cock which speared between them. Her sopped, throbbing cunt writhed around Ken's quivering rod.
The irresistible eroticism of the dual impalement got to her, and she began to bob wildly between the two youths-taking one prick up her snugly gripping ass-hole while the other fucked her hot cunt.
"OOOOH ... GODDD!" Paula panted. "SCREWWWWW ME! FUCK MEEEE! RIP ME IN TWOOOOO!"
She heaved and shuddered jerkily between the two fifteen-year-olds, Wally draped over her back as he spread her tight, rubbery ass, and Ken driving upward into her convulsively clasping pussy.
The youths furiously fucked her, displaying an energetic abandon that only teenagers could have. Paula, greedily grasping for a climax, squirmed and pumped her hips between them. She gasped and moaned.
Her brain seemed suffused by white light, and she shut her eyes. She tossed her head, her hair whipping about. Her tits slapped across Ken's boyish face.
"Ride her, you son of a bitch!" he husked at Wally, whom he could see above her shoulder.
"Keep that cock of yours going!" Wally replied. "I can feel it driving into her cunt!"
Both boys speared and ravished her ruthlessly as her inflamed flesh clutched them, rippling in spastic bursts. The white light in her brain became the aurora borealis, then a Fourth of July night. Fireworks seemed to explode all through her as her hot ass bobbed up and down. Her ass-hole rippled around Wally's cock like rubber-sheathed fingers, and he shot into her bowels. Ken geysered into her pussy. The two pricks jerked against each other as they flooded her with warm cum. She climaxed as never before. When her orgasm was finally over, she was exhausted.
Wally pulled his meaty cock from her ass-hole and stood up, his knees wobbly.
"God damn!" he said. 'That was the greatest!"
Paula withdrew her wet pussy from Ken's impaling but softened penis, and got dizzily to her feet. The youth on the couch sat up.
"Now are you satisfied?" Paula asked raggedly.
"Yeah, nursie!" Wally said, grinning as he patted her jiggling buttocks.
"That'll last us for awhile," Ken added, and picked himself up.
"It will last you forever!" Paula said angrily. "If you ever bother me again, I'll tell Coach Decker. He's a good friend of mine, and hell skin you alive!"
"Yeah?" Ken replied, obviously impressed.
He glanced at Wally, and Paula could see that she had frightened them both. If she had just used that threat at the beginning, she might have saved herself from the degrading dual rape.
She wondered why she hadn't thought of it earlier.
The boys pulled their clothes together and slunk out of her office without another word.
CHAPTER TEN
"Thank God, we've got a breather!" Cottrell said, and stripped off his blood-smeared plastic gloves.
Paula leaned back against the wall, her buttocks compressing spongily, and she lifted a lock of hair away from her check. She was breathing hard.
The last emergency case had been a messy one, from an auto wreck, and Nurse Swigert had just moved the patient to the recovery room. Whether or not he would recover was a serious question.
"I don't know how much more of this I can take!" Paula speculated aloud.
"Didn't I tell you?" Removing his soiled smock, Cottrell moved up to her. "I'm going to suggest you quit, though-you're too good at giving head."
"Doctor! Do you think that's something a lady--likes to hear?"
"Why not? I feel complimented when a woman tells me I've got a skillful tongue."
"You do have," Paula said.
He pulled her against him and gave her a warm, open kiss, putting his tongue to good use. She felt his penis fatten and go tense against her belly.
"We don't have time ... do we?" she asked. "You have your rounds to make."
"Well take time," he said, and hustled her toward his private office. He got her in there, and the door shut, before his other nurse reappeared.
"What will Nellie think ... when she finds us ... both gone at once?" Paula asked, speaking with some difficulty because the doctor was rubbing her breasts. Her nipples erected against her bra.
"Who cares what she thinks?" Cottrell retorted. "If she wasn't such a worker, and if pretty nurses like you weren't so hard to find, I would have fired her a long time ago."
"Doctor...? " Paula asked as he unbuttoned her uniform.
"Yes?" He slipped his hands under the edges of her dress and massaged her bra cups.
"When do I get a key to the drug locker?"
Cottrell pulled his hands out from under her uniform and fixed her with a penetrating look. "You a user?"
"No!" she exclaimed. "For goodness sake, why do you ask that?"
"What do you want the key for?"
"Well, in case Nellie is busy, and I have to administer some morphine in a hurry...."
"Then you ask me to open the locker for you." He continued to study her suspiciously.
She felt she had to divert his thoughts. "Are we, uh, going to have sex or not?"
"Pretty eager all of a sudden, aren't you?" he asked.
"Ooh, for God's sake!" Paula said, and turned, stomping a foot irritably. Her rounded ass-cheeks quivered in her thin uniform.
Cottrell moved up behind her and slipped his hands around her boobs. As he squeezed and rolled the resilient mounds, he whispered into her ear, "Baby, if you need a shot of something, I'll fix you up.
Paula realized that in her over-anxiousness she had bungled her attempt to get at the drugs. From now on, Cottrell would be watching her like a hawk. And if she did succeed in stealing a supply of Benzedrine, he would know she was the one who'd taken it.
She turned to face him. "I don't use drugs! I really don't. But I-oh shit, what's the use?"
"Right. Might as well level with me."
"At the school where I work, the athletic coach is blackmailing me. He demanded that I get him some Benzedrine for his track team." She felt relieved to let the truth out.
"So that's why you got this job, hmm?"
"Yes," Paula admitted, averting her eyes.
"The guy must really have something on you-what is it?"
"It's ... too awful to talk about," Paula said, still looking away.
"Did you kill somebody?"
"No, of course not!"
"How about robbing the school's milk fund."
"No."
"Then how bad can it be?"
"It has to do with, uh, sex."
"I see," Cottrell said. "The coach caught you and another teacher screwing on top of a desk, hmmmm?"
"Not another teacher," Paula said shamefully. "A student-a young boy. He took pictures of us."
"Holy shit!" Cottrell said.
"So you see, I'll be ruined unless I get him those bennies."
She didn't know why she was telling Cottrell all this, except that he had backed her into a comer ... and he did seem like a sympathetic sort. Also, she had to tell someone. That added up to three reasons.
"Giving amphetamines to young kids is risky," Cottrell said. 'They could get hooked on them. They could over-exert and hurt themselves. And you and the coach both could get your asses tossed into jail."
"I know that," Paula replied. "Believe me, I didn't want to do it!"
"Well, you're not going to do it," Cottrell said, massaging her buttocks. "Christ, you've got me horny! Let's fuck first, then well figure out something."
"Something like what?" Paula asked as he lifted her skirt.
"Some way to get you off the hook and maybe nail that bastard who's giving you a bad time." He started pulling her panties down, then stopped. "But how about that business with the young boys? Is that the only kind of action you go for?"
"You know better than that," Paula said, surprising herself with the quickness of her answer. "How about what we did last night?"
"I shoved my cock in your mouth and you sucked it," Cottrell replied. "That doesn't prove you like men, just that you didn't want to make me mad. You were after a job, don't forget."
"Well, I do like men-some men, at least. But I hate guys like Coach Decker!"
"Who doesn't?"
Cottrell pulled Paula's panties the rest of the way down, kneeling in front of her to remove them from her feet. He lifted her skirt and stuck his head under it.
"Ooh!" she exclaimed when his mouth smacked against her warm cunt.
His tongue plowed into her wiggly, slick flesh while her fur tickled the corners of his mouth and his nose. The bristly brush of his mustache stimulated her clit. He flicked his tongue against the tip of her tingly girl-cock.
"Uuuh ... ooooh ... I've got to ... lie down!" she panted, wavering on shaky legs.
Cottrell backed up from underneath her dress and guided her to the couch where he sometimes took cat naps. He helped her out of her dress and half-slip before easing her down onto the vinyl, which shocked her bare buttocks.
"Ooooo, that's cold!" she said, squirming.
"I'll warm you up," Cottrell replied, and knelt beside the couch on the floor.
He began by licking Paula's firm, shapely thighs. His tongue swabbed across her garter straps and glided underneath them. He licked along the rims of her nylons.
"Ooooh, doctor ... I" she breathed.
"Call me Felix," he murmured against one of her soft inner thighs, then boosted her near thigh over his head and rested it on his shoulder.
He bent to her unfurled pussy and licked its soft, warm folds of flesh while breathing in her musky-sweet scent and enjoying her tasty tang.
"Delicious cunt!" he said, his lips tickling her as they moved. "I like it better than filet mignon."
"I'd like a ... cock," Paula said with surprising boldness.
"In your mouth?" Cottrell asked, lifting his head.
"First," she replied. "Then in my pussy."
Cottrell bent once more between her warm thighs to give her cunt a last swirling caress with his penetrating tongue, then stood and lowered his trousers and shorts. His prick sprang out to stand quivering in turgid fullness.
Paula reached and grasped the sturdy shaft, her cool fingers curling around it to grip tightly. She pulled the man closer to her face. He planted one knee against the edge of the couch and spread his crotch above her face, supporting himself on the back of the sofa. Paula tilted his stiff prick down to her lips.
She amazed herself by the eagerness with which she went after the full-grown male, because she felt her tastes hadn't changed that much. She still preferred young boys. It evidently was because Dr. Cottrell was going to help her that she was attracted to him, she thought as she began to suck his long, rigid cock.
He bore down and into her wet mouth with twisty, gliding strokes as her lips worked lovingly on his rod. Her head rose and fell rhythmically against his face-fucking motions. Her lips clasped him warmly as they skidded up and down his greased pole. Her tongue cradled his throbbing glans, which he pushed deeper into her mouth with every thrust until finally he was fucking her throat as well.
Paula was like a sword swallower as she took his deep plunges without gagging, her throat flaring to admit his large cockhead, then smoothly caressing it as it withdrew. The doctor's balls plopped against her chin.
Her pussy sizzled all the while, drooling warm juice down between her plump buttocks. She writhed, causing her aroused cunt lips to rub against one another.
Finally Cottrell pulled his wet cock out of her mouth, and it swung twitchingly above her face, dangling a string of saliva.
"Fuck me, Felix!" she said, her eyes wet and dreamy.
He climbed on top of her, but held his hips back while he unhooked and removed her brassiere. He rubbed her rounded, lush breasts, whose tips bristled. He caught her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and rolled them, pinching hard enough to make her bite her lip.
Grasping his prick, he-lined it up with the fleshy gash between her thighs. He nosed his bare cockhead into her wealth of softness, finding her as wet as any woman he had entered-but snug, at the same time, as he slowly slipped his tool all the way into her.
"Little boys' cocks have kept your pussy small," he said, grinding his prick deep inside her. Her flesh writhed clingingly around his probe.
"Go ahead and stretch me!" she said. "Fuck meee! Ooh shit, I NEEEED IT!"
The doctor began to stroke his prick in and out of her clasping love tunnel, rippling its walls with his gristly, wide ridge. Paula could feel his veins as well, backed by the bone-like hardness of his column.
It did feel pretty good, she admitted to herself, to have a prick-reach all the way up inside her ... to have its man-sized thickness stretch her pussy's mouth and expand the walls of her channel in voluptuous waves. She raised her ass from the couch each time Cottrell powered deeply into her. His wiry bush ground into her pussy fluff, his balls tickling her anus. Each of his long, gliding strokes rubbed the tip of her clit delightfully, sending new wanton sensations to her already over-stimulated brain.
"Oooooh " she said. "Yesssss! That's good fucking! Oooh, I like your big prick!"
"Was that ME talking? she wondered wildly as she heard the voice continue:
"Stick it wayyyyy into me, Felix! Oooh, wowwww! You're tickling my tonsils! You make my pussy feel so goooood!"
"Your pussy is a treasure!" Felix said as he slowly and powerfully pumped inside her. "It's clasping my cock like a fist! Oooh, roll those muscles, baby! Give my rod a hot, fucking massage!"
"Yessssss!" she hissed, and writhed more wantonly, working her deep inner muscles around the man's probing, thick cock.
The door opened, and Nurse Swigert stuck her head in. She gasped as she watched the doctor and his new nurse screwing on the couch.
"You fucking old bat!" Cottrell raged, but kept stroking his prick into Paula. "Why didn't you knock?"
"Because I wanted to catch you just like that!" the frumpish nurse replied, red-faced. "The administrator's going to find out about it!"
"Come in here," Cottrell said, then looked down at the pretty nurse beneath him. "I'm sorry, Paula, but we're going to have to take care of her, too. You don't mind too much, do you?"
"Ooh shit, I don't mind anything now!" she said, writhing as her eyelids fluttered.
Nellie Swigert quickly entered the room. She began stripping the clothes from her dumpy form. Paula scarcely noticed the other woman, because Felix's long, bone-hard prick felt so good as it surged rhythmically deep into her quaking, swirling vagina.
But she was forced to notice Nellie soon enough when the fat nurse swung a leg over her recumbent form and squatted astride her face while embracing Felix. He kissed Nellie and hefted her soft, floppy tits as Paula was confronted by the first pussy in her life that she was expected to suck. It wasn't a very appealing pussy, as pussies went, and it had a pungent aroma. The perspiring crack of Nellie's ass had an earthy quality about it which offended Paula's nostrils as it settled over her nose. But she was still getting Felix's fine cock shoved up into her cunt, and she was so deeply sunk in wanton passion that she pressed her lips to Nellie's soft, warm twat and let her tongue rise into the strange-tasting feast.
Nellie writhed, grinding her breasts into Felix's grasping hands. Their tongues stroked, first in her mouth then in his. Her fat ass gyrated against Paula's face, and the dismayed younger woman licked and sucked Nellie's cunt as her own slit continued to be speared relentlessly by Felix's strong, stiff prick.
Paula was forced to push the other woman's buttocks up a bit, so she could get a breath of fresh air, but her tongue continued waggling in Nellie's drizzly, warm twat. The plump woman writhed more fervently astride Paula's face. Felix squeezed the fat tits he was holding.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Nellie cried, lurching, her buttocks flopping against Paula's cheeks. "I'm going to ... CUMMMMM!"
She did come, with Paula's tongue inside her. She gushed what seemed like a gallon of female honey down Paula's gulping throat. Felix pumped his prick harder into the woman who was on the bottom, evidently because he knew she needed it-and Paula ignored all the unpleasantness which had been forced upon her as she gained a throbbing, mind-blowing release around his fast-fucking rod.
He spurted, hosing the depths of her quaking chasm. Her stocking-clad legs kicked in the air.
"That fat cow!" she said later, after Nellie had returned to her duties outside.
Paula was still trying to spit the taste of the other woman from her mouth, but with little success.
"Give me your cock!" she told Felix, pulling his relaxed penis toward her face. "I need something that tastes good!"
Felix knelt astride her neck and let his prick dangle down to her lips as his balls rested on her chin. She licked his moist cockhead ardently, swirling her soft tongue round and round it. She bobbled his glans to and fro while waggling her tongue across its tip.
Her tongue shoved his spongy knob up against her nostrils as she licked the underside of his penis, then she used her hand to hold his prick higher and walked her tongue-tip down to its base. She licked his bobbing balls which, even though sweaty, tasted and smelled a lot better than Nellie's crotch.
Paula seized one of the doctor's nuts in her mouth and sucked it.
He groaned, writhing pleasurably, and his soft cock flopped to and fro across her nose. Her nostrils flared as they took in the humid scent of his stalk.
She sucked his other ball, then licked underneath his testicles while the soft, egg-like shapes straddled her nose. His prick waved in mid-air and stiffened up. By the time Paula's tongue had worked its way back up to the crown of his pecker, his shaft was serviceable once more and his glans had swelled so that it gave her a mouthful.
She champed on it, sucking and swallowing greedily. She raked Felix's prickhead with the edges of her teeth.
"Get onto your hands and knees!" he rasped. "I want to give it to you dog-style!"
He backed up, and Paula quickly turned over, sticking her ass in the air. Unlike Steve, he didn't take advantage of her vulnerable position to put his prick where nature hadn't intended it to go. He thrilled Paula by shoving the knob-ended tool far up her pussy.
"Oooooh, yessssss!" she hissed, grinding her hips. "Fuck me like the bitch I am! Drive your prick right throoouuugh meeee!"
He fucked her with long, steady strokes, shaking her buttocks as his front smacked against the springy mounds. She writhed, rubbing her tits against the vinyl couch. Her cheek also pressed against the vinyl as she gasped and moaned.
Thrust after thrust of the man's rigid prick speared lustily into her, and she shook from hips to shoulders, rolling with the waves of male power. Her pussylips gobbled heatedly around his gliding rod. Moisture dripped from his cock each time he withdrew it.
He speeded up, shafting her hot cunt faster and faster. A fine spray shot out of her flaring slit, dampening his bush and balls. The couch shook. Paula moaned fervently.
Finally she came as he drilled her hot hole with fierce abandon. When his spurts jetted into her pussy, she knew she had experienced a breakthrough:
She had been screwed and re-screwed by a mature man and had loved it!
Perhaps there was hope for her yet, she decided.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Steve, I have what you asked for," Paula said into the phone.
"Great! Bring it to the gym."
"Arc you crazy? I'm not going to hand it to you here at school."
"Where, then?"
"Meet me some place. Can you get away?"
"Yeah, I've got a free period coming up. But there's no reason to be so fussy, Paula."
"I think there is," she told him. "Meet me on the road behind the reservoir."
Steve chuckled. "Where the kids do their screwing?"
"There won't be anyone screwing there in the middle of the day," Paula said. "And, Steve, bring the pictures!"
"Why not? I won't need 'cm any longer. See you in thirty minutes."
Paula nervously hung up the phone and stood behind her desk. She look u deep breath, her tits rising to stretch the front of her uniform. Her firm nipples made an imprint on the thin white fabric.
The package which she was going to hand Steve was in her car. She had been afraid to bring it into her office. After notifying the administration office that she would be out for awhile, she walked to the parking lot. She drove at a leisurely pace to the agreed meeting spot and parked under the trees. There were no other cars or people in sight.
The danger of what Paula was about to do made her tense. But she looked forward to the relief of getting the pictures Steve had been holding over her head ... and being rid of him for good, if all went according to plan.
She waited in her car, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. After a few minutes, Steve's sports car purred up the hill, pulled off the dirt road, and stopped behind her. He got out and walked up next to her car.
"Well, where are the pills?" he asked.
"Where are the pictures?" Paula countered apprehensively.
"I've got 'em." He patted the breast of his jacket.
"Let's see."
Annoyed, Steve withdrew a plain envelope from the inside pocket of his sport coat and, holding it out of Paula's reach, removed a dozen or so photo prints and some negatives. He fanned them in his hand, and she was offended anew by the sight of her kneeling before Ernie in the gym, sucking his cock and taking his blasts of sperm in her face.
"All right!" she exclaimed, shutting her eyes. She felt underneath the seat of the car and brought out a small cardboard carton which had no markings on it.
Steve quickly reached for the package, snatching it from her hands.
"The pictures!" she exclaimed.
"Keep your pants on, Paula!" Steve opened the box. "I want to see what I'm getting."
Visible were two commercial packages of Benzedrine, so marked and containing a hundred pills each. They were sealed in cellophane.
"Well?" Paula asked anxiously.
"Okay!" Steve grinned, shutting the box. "Thanks, baby. See you around."
He turned to walk back to his car.
"Wait a minute!" Paula cried and jumped from her car, her shapely legs flashing. "I want those pictures!"
"Not this time, baby. I may need you again."
She caught up with Steve as he opened his car door, and she tried to reach inside his jacket, where he had replaced the pictures. He pushed her away and dropped the drugs into his car. Paula charged him furiously, her hands clawing at his face.
"So you want me to get rough, huh?" he snarled, and grasped her wrists. He jerked her arms down to her sides, as effortlessly as if he were handling an unruly child, and began walking her backward across the rough ground.
An evil light came into his blue eyes, and he pushed her faster and faster until her feet could no longer keep up with the backward motion. He let go of her, and she lost her balance, falling onto her back on the ground. Her legs flew into the air, exposing her succulent bare thighs above the tops of her gartered stockings. Between them, Steve saw the narrow strip of white nylon that didn't quite cover her furry crotch.
"Ooooh, you ... you prick!" Paula exclaimed, furious with hurt and frustration.
"Still the mouthy one, huh?" Steve said, a hotness coming into his eyes as he gazed at her exposure. "I'm gonna teach you a real lesson, baby, so you'll never dare mouth-off at me again! It'll be nothing but yes, Steve from now on!"
He lunged at her, and she tried to scoot backward on her bottom so as to avoid his hands. But that was futile. Steve hooked his curled fingers into the neckline of her uniform and yanked fiercely, popping the buttons down its front. The garment hung open, exposing her bra and the top of her half-slip. i
"Ooooh, look what you've done!" she shrieked. "How can I go back to school this way?"
"Baby. I've just started!" Steve said, and crouched next to her.
She grappled valiantly with his hands, but was no match for his superior strength and dexterity. He rolled her onto her belly in the dirty, then stripped her loose dress down her back and along her arms, pulling it completely off her.
Paula scrambled onto her knees and began crawling as fast as she could. Steve laughed and sprang after her, obviously enjoying the sport. He grasped her swaying little half-slip and pulled it down, exposing her panty-clad ass and her thighs. He tugged the slip out from under her knees and tossed it aside.
"You fiend!" Paula cried, desperately trying to get to her feet.
Steve pushed her down onto her belly and wrenched her bra hooks apart. Rolling her onto her back in the dust, he pulled her lira away, letting her titties quiver in the nude.
"Pleeeaaase!" she hedged. "You can't dooooo this to mc!"
But Steve wasn't yet through. As Paula sat up and tried to cover her breasts with her arms, he grasped her panties at both sides of her hips and stripped the silky garment down, pulling it out from under her bottom and along her kicking legs. She uncovered her hobbling breasts in an effort to clutch her briefs, but Steve jerked them free of her hands and pulled them off, tipping her fully onto her back in the dirt.
His evil gaze centered on the fur-lined slit between her thighs. "I may as well get a piece after going to all this trouble," he said, and dropped to his knees, pushing her stocking-clad legs wide apart.
Paula's pussy opened to him, her rosy gash inviting in its nest of dark, lustrous curls.
"Oooh, nooooh ... please ... don't do it!" she beseeched miserably.
Steve was deaf to her entreaty as he ripped his fly open and brought out his thrusting, big prick. He snuggled warmly into the vee of her thighs, pinning her arms against the ground with his hands. The snout of his cock found its own way between the petals of her pussy, its tip lodging in the small, circular mouth of her vagina.
She caught her breath when she felt his prodding thrust. Her channel had moistened only slightly during the furious struggle, and it was not adequately prepared for the brutal plunge of his thick, hard cock.
She whined sharply as his bulging prickhead forced her cuntal walls to spread, burning them as he bulled his way into her. He twisted his hips while pushing ruthlessly, grinding his wrist-thick rod deeper and deeper into her belly until finally he was embedded to his full length within her sorely throbbing cunt.
"Ooooooooooh!" she moaned piteously, and writhed in the dirt.
Steve didn't give her vagina a chance to accommodate itself to his bulk before starting to stroke. His prick painfully pulled at her tender pussy flesh as he rammed rapaciously in and out of her defenseless hole.
She gasped and whimpered. Her titties bobbed.
Remaining up on his arms above her, Steve kept her arms pinned against the ground as he bore repeatedly into her warmly clasping vagina. He twisted his prick inside her, drew it back, and powered into her again and again.
Her head flopped from side to side, her hair getting full of dust. Her squirming ass was pressed painfully against the hard ground with each plunge of Steve's merciless cock. Her legs kicked impotently, her garter clasps glinting in the sun.
Her pussy had finally stretched and moistened enough to permit each stroking of Steve's prick inside it, and he speeded up. The log-like shaft that protruded from his open fly drove in and out of her at a furious pace. His zipper scratched the tender flesh around her cuntal opening.
The fist-like head of Steve's cock rippled her pussywalls, stimulating an erotic response within her. But her revulsion was so intense that she didn't reach for a climax. She wanted only for the brutal rape to be completed.
Steve's horny organ plunged and reared rapidly in and out of her rosy, hair-fringed gate. His eyes rolled back in their sockets. He groaned.
Suddenly his great cock lurched in the center of her belly, and he spurted, flooding her abused vagina with the thick liquid product of his balls. He ground his prick deep inside her as he continued gushing.
Paula moaned shudderingly, but only because she was glad the degrading attack was over. She didn't climax. Her nerves were jangled and her pussy was sore when Steve pulled his softening penis out.
He stood and stuffed his damp organ into his clothes, then zipped his fly. He bent and slapped the dust off his pant legs.
"Hope you get back to school all right!" he said as he gathered up her clothes.
She expected him to hand them to her. Instead, he walked across the deserted road and tossed them into the reservoir. Paula stared at that final act of needless cruelty and could scarcely believe it. Even as Steve strode back to his car, she thought he might relent and lend her his jacket, now that he had made his point.
But he simply got into his car and drove off, leaving her seated in the dirt. Her mind was boggled by the realization that she was stranded without clothes.
She numbly picked herself up and brushed the dust off her bottom, causing her plump ass-cheeks to quiver. She looked around. The little grove of trees where she stood was on a rise. In one direction she could see the town, spread out below, and in the other there was farmland dotted by houses and barns.
Embarrassing as the prospect was, she would have to drive to one of those houses without clothes on, except her stockings and garter belt, and ask for the loan of something to wear-or, worse yet, drive directly home and walk naked into the boarding house, where everyone knew her.
She shuddered at the choice and hated Steve as she had never believed she could hate anyone. She started disconsolately toward her car, her breasts joggling as she picked her way across the uneven ground.
Suddenly she stopped. There was a vehicle coming up the road by the reservoir. Paula heard it while it was still out of sight, and her first thought was to hide. But she decided she might as well face up to embarrassment there and then and see if she could get the driver to stop and help her.
A pickup truck turned into view on the hillside road and topped the rise. Bashfully Paula walked over to the road. She held a hand in front of her furry triangle and her other arm across her breasts.
The truck's brakes squeaked, and dirt spurted from beneath its wheels as it came to a quick stop. A man wearing a hat, tan pants and a checkered shirt got out. He pushed his hat back, revealing a bald head as he approached her.
"What the devil happened to you?" he asked. He didn't exactly smile, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. Whether it denoted amusement or lust, Paula wasn't sure.
Blushing, she said, "A guy raped me and threw my clothes in the water! Please, could you get me something to wear ... or, at least, to wrap around me?"
He stood and stared at her, which made her all the more nervous. "Raped, huh? Baby, don't you mean you came out here with some guy just to tease him, and when you wouldn't put out he got mad?"
"No!" Paula exclaimed irately. "That isn't the way it was at all!"
"Listen, I ain't lived forty years for nothing," the man said, standing right in front of her. "I've known lots of teasers. Believe me, they deserve to get stripped and stranded!"
"All right!" Paula cried, her checks burning. "Don't help me then! I'll drive somewhere just like this!"
She turned and started toward her car, her shapely ass twisting.
"I didn't say I wouldn't help you!" the man called.
She stopped and faced him, this time not thinking to hold her hands in front of her body. She was too concerned with what he had said.
His eyes flicked to her rounded tits with their erect, rosy nipples, then to the thick patch of fur on her mons. His penis awoke from its slumber, enlarging as it took on blood.
"I still don't believe your story about being raped, but I'll help you, baby, if you'll give me what you didn't give that other guy."
"No!"
The man walked toward her. "I'm on reservoir maintenance. Want me to report you as a trespasser and turn you over to my boss?"
"Damn you!" Paula exclaimed.
"Get down, baby, and give mc some head-then I'll see if that pussy of yours fucks as good as it looks."
Paula's hatred of men took a new upward turn. Again she was being brutalized and degraded when she needed tenderness and compassion. But she could only submit, it seemed. She sank to her knees in humiliating surrender, and the man unzipped his pants.
Shamefully Paula reached into his clothes and took out his .large but still-supple cock. It curved like a length of salami in the semi-circle of her fingers and thumb. As she rolled back the man's leathery foreskin, his mauve-pink glans bulged.
She bent and felt terribly cheap as she began to lick his meaty cockhead, hobbling it on its upward curving stem. He breathed heavier as he watched and felt the delightful ministrations of her moist tongue.
She licked around the head of his cock, tasting the raunchy tang which had become all too familiar to her in recent days. Her nostrils widened as they took in his aroused scent. She fluttered her tongue against the tip of his penis, then parted her lips wider and glided them fully over the crown of his cock, her tongue cradling his glans as if on velvet.
She felt his stem stiffen between her lips, stretching them more; and his spongy glans swelled to nearly fill her mouth. She sucked on the rubbery bulb, while shamefully shutting her eyes. Her nerves began to thrum. Heat surged into her loins, moistening her sexual labia.
Perhaps she was no better than the man, she decided, because she couldn't help responding now that she had his nasty cock in her mouth.
She pumped her slippery lips on his firm shaft and followed her sex-flavored saliva which was gushing copiously. His cockhead soaked in the warm wetness of her mouth.
He began to rock forward and back on the balls of his feet, fucking her pretty face. She lunged more eagerly against his prick-thrusts. His churning knob rubbed her softly abrasive tongue and surged into the hot, tight opening of her throat. She gurgled around the meaty plug as her lips worked fish-like on his thick shaft.
She slid a hand down her body and between her legs, where she stroked the hot nub of her clitoris.
The man pulled his cock from her mouth, and it made a lurid popping sound. His meaty organ waved.
"Lie back!" he said. But the command hadn't been necessary, because Paula was already getting into position to be fucked. By that time, she needed it, and she knew she would get the climax she hadn't reached with Steve.
She lay on the ground and spread her stocking-clad legs, propping her knees up. The man eyed her flaring slit as he got into position, then rammed forward, drilling his thick rod into her softly clasping flesh. She wrapped her warmth around his throbbing cock from head to base, and he could feel her cunt ripple.
"Rape, huh?" he snorted as he began to pump his prick in and out of her actively receptive channel.
"Shut up!" she said, and lifted her legs over his clothed back.
He lay against her and screwed fiercely, his cock bobbing like a piston in her needy hole which rose to his thrusts and swiveled hotly around him. He fucked her faster and faster. Her ass slapped rapidly against the soft dirt. She writhed, her tits bouncing.
She had to reach the climax which her body demanded, even though she told herself she didn't want it. She strove fiercely and, when she achieved an orgasmic release, the man was still stroking inside her. She kicked his flanks with her heels, moaning and tossing her head, as her orgasm heightened.
"You ... fucking wildcat!" he rasped, and ground his prick into her rippling, gulping hole. He came, his cock lurching in the fervent grasp of her flesh which spasmed repeatedly. He spurted, dampening her fire.
When he finally pulled his dripping cock out of her, she was drenched by shame.
"Okay," he said, "I'll help you. I've got a pair of coveralls in the pickup. You can have them. That'll get you home."
"Thanks a lot," she murmured in a sarcastic tone.
The man zipped himself up and walked to his truck while Paula remained seated in the dust. She was still a bit dizzy.
She would have felt miserably discouraged except for the realization of what would happen to Steve, provided the one man whom she had been forced to trust didn't let her down.
She had no real confidence that he would follow through, however. Weren't all men rats?
CHAPTER TWELVE
Paula drove home, wearing die maintenance man's loose-fitting coveralls, her tits bobbing around inside them. She hurried into the boarding house and up to her room, luckily avoiding Mrs. Cunningham and the other boarders, most of whom were at work or just out. But she drew a startled glance from the day-worker who dropped her dust cloth when she saw the khaki-suited apparition streaking up the stairs.
After cleaning up and putting on a fresh uniform, Paula returned to the school. It was all she could do to force herself to remain in her office. From her window, she didn't have a view of the parking lot or of the front entrance to the building, so she had no way of knowing whether Felix had arrived.
She waited, pacing nervously.
Late in the day her telephone rang, and she snatched up the receiver. "Yes?"
"It worked," Felix said simply.
"Oh, thank goodness! He's leaving?"
"He's gone! You should have seen his face when I walked in and said, 'I'm Dr. Cottrell of the School District staff, here for a hygiene inspection. It's a new program, you know.' I showed him my medical association ID, and he was too startled to ask for anything else. Naturally, I looked into his desk first, and there was the package, in his lower right-hand drawer. All he could do was gape while I opened it, took out those boxes of bennies and uncovered the hypodermic syringe and hard stuff we had packed underneath. like we'd figured, he hadn't dared take the package apart at school, so he had no idea what was under the top packets.
"The toughest part was convincing him he wouldn't be busted if he would get the hell out. 'The district doesn't want a scandal,' I said, 'because we've got a big bond issue coming up at the next election.' I watched while he scribbled off a resignation, his hand shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. He turned it in at the front office, and I went with him to his apartment. He threw his stuff into the car and was on the road inside of an hour. And I've got all the drugs, so you and I are in the clear."
"What about the pictures, Felix?" she asked. "He didn't give them back to me."
"Then he's still got 'em. But I wouldn't worry about it. He's in no position to make trouble for you now. Why would he, anyway? He has no idea you tipped me on him. His common sense would argue against that, since the drugs could be traced back to you. And I acted as if the inspection of the gym was routine-it wasn't as if I was bent on a drug bust."
"Felix, I don't know how I'll ever thank you," Paula said.
"No thanks are necessary. You're a good girl, and I'm glad I could help." Cottrell paused, then continued sadly, "I don't suppose you'll be keeping your job at the hospital."
"Well...."
"Of course not," Cottrell said. "You've got a nice spot at the school, now that Decker's gone. Why knock yourself out by working nights in a grisly accident ward? The money's not that good. And at school," Cottrell added meaningfully, "you've got all those cute little boys near at hand."
Paula felt guilty. "You must think I'm awful."
"I already said you're a good girl, didn't I? The fact is, I'm damned fond of you. Besides you give great head."
She blushed.
"Well, take care, Paula. I may give you a call one of these days."
"Please do! And thank you again, Felix!"
Paula heard the phone click in her car, and she felt sad for a moment. But the negative emotion was quickly offset by a rush of relief over finally being free from Steve's nasty threats.
She wanted to celebrate her good fortune, and the best way that occurred to her was to spend the late-afternoon with Ernie. It had been several days since they'd been together, and she hoped he had missed her as much as she had missed him.
Shortly after school let out, she walked to her car and drove it off the parking lot, headed for Ernie's house. She had gone less than a block when she spied, walking along the street, young Danny Pollard. She hadn't had a chance to get close to him since the day in her office when she had given him a guilty "examination", sticking her hand into his briefs and making his little dick turn hard. She hadn't seen his enticing organ, however, and she had been troubled by a desire to do so-not only to see it, but to do the things with it that she had done with Ernie's.
Why not both boys together? she thought. What a thrill that would be-not at all like the miserable rape by the fifteen-year-olds, Wally and Ken! Younger boys didn't come on so strong; they let her take the lead.
She pulled her car over to the curb and called, "Danny, would you like a lift?"
He looked at her, and a grin wreathed his eager, childish face. "I sure would, Mrs. Merritt! thanks!"
She beamed warmly at him as he got into her car.
"I hope you don't have to go directly home," he said, her nerves thrumming as she drove along, "because I promised Ernie Cook I would stop in and see him. You know Ernie, I suppose."
"Yeah," Danny said. "He's in some of my classes."
"Do you like him?"
"Sure. He's a good guy."
"I think both you and he are good guys, Danny," Paula said. "I like you both very much."
She and Danny got out of her car and walked to he front door of Ernie's house. Paula let herself in without knocking and made a motion for Danny to follow her, saying, "Shhhh."
She led the way to Ernie's room. The lad obviously had assumed he would have the house all to himself until his father got home from work, because he hadn't bothered to shut his door before stretching out on his bed and removing his bothersome adolescent penis from his clothes. He was pleasurably stroking his stiff cock when Paula stepped through the doorway, Danny right behind her.
The red-haired youth on the bed blushed, his freckles blurring, and he tried frantically to stuff his hard-on back into his pants. But his knob-ended dick was too stiff.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" he asked Paula. "And ... with Danny?"
"You said I could come to sec you some time," Paula smiled sweetly. "As for Danny, he's a good friend of yours, isn't he?"
"Yeah, but...."
"Why shouldn't good friends have a good time together?" Paula suggested daringly as she began taking off her clothes.
Neither youth was about to argue nor run away. Paula's mature body was too fascinating as her dress and half-slip quickly were removed, exposing her well-filled bra, sleek panties, and stocking-clad legs.
Danny fidgeted as his little dick came up. Ernie retained his hard-on, having given up trying to conceal it.
Paula glanced excitedly from one thirteen-year-old to the other as she released the hooks of her brassiere and removed the flimsy garment. She took a deep breath, which shoved her rounded breasts out and upward. Her rosy nipples stiffened in pebbly rings atop the cream-colored orbs.
Danny's eyes seemed about to pop, for he had never seen a pair of bare tits before ... at least, not since he could remember. Ernie had admired, and played with, the nurse's titties several times, but they never ceased to fascinate him, as proved by his renewed stroking of his up-thrust, rigid rod.
"Save that," Paula murmured as she stripped her panties down, bending slightly so that her full breasts swooped forward. The luscious mounds hung and quivered as she stepped out of her clingy white briefs.
Danny's hard cock was distressing him in his tight jeans. But he was too bashful to undress of his own accord. Only when Paula knelt before him, in her stockings and garter belt, and opened the top of his trousers did he begin unbuttoning his shirt. Their combined efforts brought the bashful youth's body out of hiding in no time, and Paula was bedazzled by his springy little dick, which leaped free of his gliding briefs to stand straight up in front of his belly. His balls were precious, so white and innocent of hair.
The child-loving nurse could scarcely wait to get the lad's underwear untangled from his feet before grasping him around the firm, small cheeks of his backside and pulling his front against her face. She pressed her lips to his lovely little nuts while his prick stuck up next to her nose. He smelled so delightful that, after kissing and licking his boyish balls, she had to waggle her wet tongue up the underside of his dick and over his bare, pale-pink cockhead. She seized the tangy, smooth knob in her voracious mouth and began eagerly bobbing her head, gliding her loving lips up and down on the young boy's thrilled cock.
"Aaawww, Mrs. Merrill!" he rasped, writhing with a pleasure he had never even imagined before.
The sight of the nurse sucking Danny's dick so inflamed the other youth, on the bed, that he resumed stroking his own throbbing erection. Paula saw this from the comer of her eye and realized she must get together with both boys on the bed before she lost her opportunity to enjoy Ernie. He would surely spurt, she judged, if he kept jacking off as he was doing right then.
She let go of Danny's delightful pecker and stood up, leading him by a hand. The boy's eyes were wide, and his up thrust dick twitched excitedly as she guided him to the bed.
"Scoot over, Ernie," she said.
"Gosh, Paula, are we both gonna fuck you at once?" the freckle-faced boy asked.
"Yesss, darling!" she hissed, lying down next to him. "Danny, you lie right here." She patted the outer edge of the bed.
He quickly stretched out next to her back as she turned to Ernie and replaced his own hand around his up-thrust prick with hers. "I'm going to take charge of this from now on," she told the delighted youth.
She helped him out of his clothes while scattering moist, warm kisses over his hairless, adolescent body. When he finally was nude, she concentrated on his hobbling little nuts, kissing them all over, then on his up-thrust dick which she licked thoroughly.
All this time Danny was eyeing the voluptuous, pliant cheeks of her ass which wiggled as she writhed. He finally got up the nerve to touch them, and his pecker twitched happily as he stroked and squeezed the nurse's rubbery, smooth buttocks.
She capped her mouth over Ernie's super-stiff cock and gave it several stroking caresses with her o-shaped lips, her tongue swirling around it while he fondled her fascinating breasts. Then she rolled toward Danny, giving him her tits to play with.
She stroked his cock with her hand while he patted her pliant breasts together and wiggled them about.
"Sssssuck them!" she hissed, and the lad obediently bowed his head, seizing a ripe, ruby nipple between his lips and tugging on it.
Paula was more than ready, by that time, to get to the main feature of the lovemaking. She feared that if she didn't get the lads' little dicks inside her body without further delay, they would explode in the open, depriving them all of the ultimate thrill.
She rolled atop Ernie, spreading her legs and letting his prick spear eagerly up into her warm and ready cunt. Her slippery membranes wrapped themselves around his quivering rod. She held her belly snugly against his, not wanting to begin moving yet.
"Danny!" she exclaimed, "climb on top of me. Put your dick in my other hole!"
"G-gosh, Mrs. Merrill...!" he said, obviously confused and lacking confidence.
"It's all right, Danny!" she assured him. "Just kneel behind me, and spread my buttocks apart."
The youth did that, thrilling wildly.
"Now you see my ass-hole, right?" Paula asked, trembling. "Stick your darling rod into it!"
Danny let out a raspy sound of excitement as he moved close and put his thrusting spike into position.
"Push!" Paula exclaimed anxiously, and she relaxed her anal muscle to help him. This was a far cry from the earlier occasions when she had gotten her ass-hole speared.
Danny pushed, and his thin, super-stiff cock glided into her tight rear aperture with scarcely any resistance offered. Paula became wildly excited when she felt both boys' dicks sticking up into her at the same time.
"OOOOH, FUCK ME ... BOTH OF YOU!" she bawled. "FUCK ME ... HAAAAARD!"
She writhed between their sandwiching forms in order to get them started, raising her hips just enough to give Ernie stroking room. He began eagerly pumping his prick in her lathered pussy. Her hot ass squirmed around Danny's impaling cock, and he began to pull and thrust, responding to an impulse which didn't have to be taught. He spiked her clutching ass-hole while Ernie screwed her cunt.
"OOOOH, YESSSSS!" she breathed sibilantly, grinding between the two youths. "FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEE!"
The boys pounded their stiff dicks into her, from below and above, both spearing her warm, soft crotch at the same time. The thrusting shapes of their hardness rubbed against each other through her thin, separating membranes. Paula was in ecstasy, writhing and bumping between them.
Danny rode her back, driving into her tight, wiggling ass-hole, while Ernie fucked her warm pussy from beneath.
"OOOOOH ... GODDD!" Paula cried. "I'M GOING TO ... HAAAAVE IT! NOWWWWW!"
She came, lurching and vibrating, her ass-hole contracting spastically around Danny's deep-sunk cock while her pussy rippled along the other youth's rod. She pulled the sperm from both sets of young balls at the same time-which was the first cum for Danny. Both boyish pricks spurted into her quaking flesh, depositing their cum in her gratified pussy and in her deeply thrilled ass.
* * *
After she returned home, Paula did a lot of thinking.
She had enjoyed herself tremendously with Ernie and Danny together. It had been the ultimate thrill. She wanted to repeat the pleasure again and again.
But where would that lead her?
She had squeaked through the crunch with Steve, only because of Felix's help and the fact that Steve was guiltier, in his way, than she was.
But what if her shameful secret were discovered by a teacher who had no ulterior motive? What if one of the boys were to talk out of turn, as young boys were very apt to do?
The risk to Paula was tremendous and would increase from day to day.
On the other hand, could she remain at the school, she wondered, so close to the darling young fellows, without making a play for them?
What was the answer?
She had gotten help from Felix, in her problem with Steve. Perhaps, she finally decided, Felix could solve her more basic problem, as well. He had proved to her that all men weren't fiends.
If she hadn't believed, deep in her soul, that he offered what she needed, she wouldn't have driven to the hospital that night and walked into the emergency room.
Felix looked up from the patient he was attending, stared at her for a moment, then grinned.
"Well, don't just stand there, Paula!" he said, "Wash up and get to work! This patient needs bandaging."
"Uh, can't Nellie do it?" Paula timidly asked. "I'd like to talk to you."
"Okay." The doctor glanced at his other nurse, who was putting away some surgical instruments. "Miss Swigert, I need you here."
She gave Paula a sharp look, But responded to the doctor's order while he and Paula went into his office. He shut the door.
"So, how are things at school?" he asked.
"All right, thanks to you," Paula said, and averted her eyes as she continued, "but I'm not sure if I'm all right."
Cottrell walked up to her and took hold of her arms. She lifted her gaze to his and, like the preceding night, when she had blurted out the story of Steve's blackmail, there was something in Felix's penetrating dark eyes that brought the truth gushing from her:
"I need someone-a real man I can relate to. Someone who'll treat me tenderly and with consideration, but who'll fuck me like hell when I need that, also ... someone who ll get my mind off little boys!"
"That's a big order," Felix said. "But you know something? You came to the right place!"
Giving a happy little cry, Paula threw herself into his arms. In moments, they were down on the couch together, and Felix proved to her complete satisfaction that she had chosen rightly.
His ardent tongue, tickling along the fur-lined edges of her slit, made her know it. As he licked the hotly throbbing center of her desire, she became even more convinced-so certain that she guided him around atop her, into a stimulating 69, and took his long, knob-ended pecker into her mouth. She sucked his tasty cock, her encompassing lips crawling warmly up his shaft and gliding down again, while he sucked her clit and fluttered his tongue in the palpitating oval mouth of her vagina.
Felix pumped his hips, stroking his thick prick between her slippery lips as his balls straddled her nose. He clutched her pliant ass-cheeks and ate her juicy hair-pie.
They throbbed together.
Finally their bodies demanded the most basic merger, and he turned to sprawl between her splayed thighs. His thrusting prick spread the petals of her pussy and glided deep within her, all the way to his balls. Looking into her eyes, he stirred his pole in her heated cauldron, then commenced stroking.
Paula's hips took up the rhythm, and they pumped together, the old couch sighing and squeaking between their locked bodies. Each thrust of his cock drove her warm ass deep into the vinyl cushion. He was reaching farther up into her than a mere boy could ever do and stretching her channel voluptuously, his ridge and the veins of his shaft providing marvelous stimulation.
She could learn to like his loving better than that of any child, she realized at last, but it would take a great deal of practice. Well, wasn't that what doctors do-practice?
Paula pumped her hips more ardently as she clamped her legs around the backs of Felix's thighs, pulling him against her. The bulging knob of his prick surged deeply into the center of her belly. Her muscles quaked and pulsated around him. He rode the springy rondures of her tits.
"Fuck me!" Paula panted. "Ooooh, daaaar-ling ... fuck me GOOOOD!"
He drove his hard cock in and out of her at accelerating speed until she was gasping and clawing at him while her heels drummed his bobbing flanks.
"OOOOOOH!" she moaned, and came perfectly.
His prick lurched in the fervent grasp of her warm, wet flesh, and the spurting of his cum sent her into a final orgasmic flurry.
"I'm going to quit my job at the school," she said a few moments later, as they continued to lie in each other's arms. "That way I'll be able to give you-and the hospital-my best, every night."
"That's what I wanted to hear!" Felix said, and kissed her. "Only don't worry too much about the hospital. I'm the guy you've got to take care of."
"If we take good care of one another, the whole world will be all right!" she said, and her cuntal muscles clamped down on his softened cock, which was still inside her.
He resumed stroking ... and she wondered if they would ever reach....
