Though Janis Starr's important new novel will undoubtedly be received with shock in some critical circles, most astute readers will see that the alarming story she unfolds is merely a framework, however cleverly conceived, on which to hang a more simple and basic narrative about intimate communication between people. The fact that she chooses sexual intercourse as the means to portray this communication and that the characters she puts in such intimate touch by this means come from two generations, generations set at such irreconcilable odds at least in our troubled times is what lends this novel, not only its not inconsiderable shock value, but, the publishers feel, its importance.
The characters, vividly drawn as they may be, are symbols, nonetheless. It is to the author's credit that she does not allow the symbol to obscure the human character upon which it rests; it is by the same token, the bigger than life struggles in which she involves the characters which gives them their universal familiarity and appeal. She presents simply, vividly and unsentimentally the story of a junior high school nurse's attempt to reach an understanding and sense of mutual trust with the school's most arrogant and rebellious student, and, upon this, weaves an allegorical account, almost astonishing in its very credibility, of communication between the respective forces of revolution and authority.
We do not, however, wish to obscure or detract from the more basic and gripping human element of this story by our forays into its allegorical ramifications. But that can best be appreciated, not in analysis, but in the reading of the book itself with, we feel, at least the consideration of this one possible interpretation of the vivid and admittedly shocking sexual description that we have attempted to impart here.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Kenny Mathews waited nervously at his table at the rear of the junior high canteen. The studious-looking fourteen year old could just see his friend Jimmy Russell through the side window making his way down the sidewalk in pursuit of the sexy blonde eighth grader ahead of him. Then, just as Jimmy was catching up to the girl, they passed out of Kenny's sight.
The young boy removed his thick glasses, brushing his straight, neatly cut hair off his forehead. He breathed over the lens of the glasses and began to nervously clean them with a handkerchief he'd extracted from his coat pocket. He really had to give Jimmy credit. Not that Kenny thought his friend's scheme would really work, but he was still grateful for his willingness to at least try to help him out with what had become the greatest problem he had ever faced in his life and fix him up with his first piece of ass. Kenny envied Jimmy sometimes. And, taking the objective point of view, he couldn't help but believe that what most people considered Jimmy's misfortune might actually work out to his advantage in the long run.
True, he did come from a broken home. True, his father was an alcoholic. True, his mother was a morphine addict. But, in spite of, or rather as a direct result of these problems, Jimmy had learned to look out for himself. And, at least, he did know how to hustle up a girl when he wanted one, which was more than Kenny could say for himself.
Kenny sipped the last of his root beer, making a rude sucking sound as the drink was emptied and the straw found only air among the hollow cubes of ice, pushed aside the paper cup and neatly arranged the stack of textbooks on the table before him. He drummed his fingers anxiously for a moment, again donned his thick glasses which certainly did nothing to help the problem he had in approaching girls and looked impatiently up at the door. Another couple of minutes must have passed before Jimmy reappeared.
The handsome muscular freshman boy made his way briskly through the canteen toward Kenny's table. His face, rather mature for his fourteen years and, as usual, rather cold and grim looking, was inscrutable, and Kenny could deduce nothing from his expression. Then, still silent, he pulled back a chair and sat down heavily across the table from his bookworm friend.
"She wouldn't do it, would she?" Kenny asked, feeling, in spite of everything, a faint twinge of relief.
Now the thinnest grin did appear on Jimmy's lips. "Do you think your partner would let you down so easy?" he said in a rebuking tone. "She is going to do it, but it wasn't easy. She's going steady with some goddamn sophomore who picks her up every afternoon in a goddamn sports car. So you've got to do it now, during lunch break."
"Now?" Kenny asked.
"That's right," Jimmy said. "We'll meet her backstage in the auditorium in ten minutes."
"The auditorium?" Kenny gasped. "But I can't screw her in the auditorium, right here in broad daylight!"
"What's wrong with broad daylight? Besides, if you want to get laid, that's how it's got to be."
Kenny looked solemnly down at the table, feeling a nervous fluttering in his stomach. Then he slowly lifted his eyes and nodded. "All right. I guess I'll give it a try."
"Right," Jimmy said, starting to rise. "And, just think, when you drag your ass into your one o'clock geometry class, you'll no longer be a virgin."
Kenny scooped up the stack of textbooks from the table and followed his friend back up to the canteen exit and out into the bright California spring sunlight.
His palms were sweating, and his heart had begun to pound furiously in his chest. He still couldn't believe it was really going to happen, that after all these months of dreaming about it, jacking off at night and hanging his head in shame when the other boys talked about how many girls they'd screwed, he was finally going to get his first piece. But Jimmy had fixed it up for him, and, apparently, it was really going to happen. And even if it was nobody but old Sylvia Miller, who, though she was nice looking and really had a shapely ass, wasn't considered that much of a prize, primarily because boys like Jimmy and the sophomore she was dating had been screwing her since she was in the seventh grade, at least it was a piece. And, after that, Kenny would at least know what it was he was after.
But, boy, was he nervous, and he thought that badly as he needed what Sylvia had to give him he would still have felt relieved if they had gone to the auditorium and found her not there.
No such luck! Or, no such bad luck. As they passed the arcade at the front of the building and started up the sidewalk alongside the school auditorium, Kenny saw that the door at the side entrance was cracked open a few inches. Sylvia had kept her promise. Soon the young virgin would face this moment of truth.
"Good old Sylvia," Jimmy said, looking back over his shoulder as he started up the steps to the side entrance. "I knew she'd show."
He pulled the door open and stepped aside to let Kenny through. Then, inside the doorway, Kenny paused, looking up pleadingly at the taller, more mature youngster.
"She's all yours."
"What do you mean?" Kenny stammered. "You're not sending me in there alone?"
Jimmy grinned. "What do you expect me to do, go in and say a benediction?"
Kenny stared at his friend in exasperated silence for a moment.
"Just come in with me. I'm sort of nervous."
Jimmy shrugged and sighed. "All right, let's go."
Sylvia was waiting on the couch behind the stage when they got there. She'd already let her short skirt work far up her slender golden thighs, and Kenny could just see her little white panties. In spite of his nervousness, it was an inviting sight, and already he could feel his penis begin to stir toward erection in his jockey shorts.
"I'm the chaperone," Jimmy said behind him.
Sylvia smiled, uncrossing her legs to give him an even more exciting glimpse of her near transparent panties and the soft blonde hair of her pussy that he could just distinguish beneath them. He felt himself blush as Sylvia smiled at him, her eyes drifting slowly down the length of his slender body.
"Why don't you take your glasses off, Kenny?" she said teasingly. "You make me feel like I'm about to be examined."
"Sure, Sylvia," Kenny stuttered, quickly removing his glasses.
The smile broadened on the sensuous thirteen year old girl's face. "And you might as well take off your clothes while you're at it," she added, rising slowly and starting to peel her light sweater over her head.
As he blushed ashamedly and, with trembling fingers, fumbled at the buttons to his own shirt, Kenny felt his cock twitch more rigidly in his trousers in response to the exposure of Sylvia's slender torso, her swollen breasts barely concealed by the flimsy cotton brassiere that held them. The blonde narrowed her eyes, watching Kenny with a teasing smile as she undid the zipper down the side of her skirt and started to lower it slowly down off the ripeness of her panty-clad buttocks.
Then, she hesitated as Kenny paused in removing his shirt. The nervous young boy looked pleadingly at his friend Jimmy for encouragement, and then, in a swift determined motion, removed his shirt and started to unbuckle his trousers.
Smiling seductively, the blonde dropped her miniskirt in a single motion, and Kenny almost gasped aloud at the sight of her softly-haired cunt, invitingly visible through the near transparency of her panties. Then the nervous teenager felt obliged to avert his own eyes in shame as he dropped his Levi's and peeled his jockey shorts down, allowing his hard throbbing cock to spring suddenly to lewdly shocking freedom.
"Show him what to do, Sylvia," Jimmy directed.
"I will," the blonde said in a sultry voice. "Kenny, come and take my panties off. And feel me up and get me ready to make love."
It was like a daydream. Kenny could hardly believe it was really happening. But he needed no further encouragement.
Stepping out of his shoes and trousers, leaving him clad in nothing but his socks, he moved forward, dropping his hands eagerly toward the inviting flare of Sylvia's scarcely protected buttocks. He slipped his thumbs into the tight fitting waistband at the top of her panties, pulling them sensuously down off her thighs to completely reveal to his still nervous gaze the soft golden triangle of her cunt-hair nestled so invitingly between her thighs.
Sylvia took a step backward and reclined gently down onto the couch, pulling Kenny with her. She parted her thighs wide, making room for him to lower his body between her legs. Then she took hold of one of his wrists to bring his hand right down to her warm inner thighs and guide it in, stroking along the forbidden little slit of her pussy, which, to his complete surprise, immediately began to moisten. Then Kenny groaned as he felt Sylvia take hold of his rigid cock, bending it downward to brush the bulbous palpitating head teasingly up and down along the softly yielding lips of her pussy.
'It's really going to happen,' he thought to himself, still incredulous. He was about to put it into her pussy, and, in a few more seconds, his whole fife would enter a new phase. No longer would he be a virgin punk. the laughing-stock of the other boys at school. He was about to become a man, just like that, in a twinkling, and, already, he could feel the pride of conquest swell in his frail chest.
Only afterward would Kenny he able to sort out what happened in his mind, and, even then, it would be only a vague assessment of the chain of events. It happened as a blur, a jumble, an almost cinematic montage. He heard Jimmy curse behind him. Superimposed over that was a sound of hoarse coughing, then Sylvia's shattering scream as she struggled beneath him. Later, he would recall the tickle of her cunt hair against his loins just before he went flying off the couch and landed, naked except for his socks, on his back on the floor and found himself staring straight up at the enraged face of the school custodian, Mr. Marks.
"Goddamn it!" he heard Jimmy mutter.
Sylvia, stark naked, descended from the couch and stepped hurriedly over him. He got a perfect glimpse of the little glistening slit of her cunt and her hairless puckered anus; then she stooped to grab up her skirt, sweater, brassiere and panties and fled on down the backstage corridor. He heard the side door open. Two female students appeared at Mr. Marks's back and disappeared almost as quickly. Then he scuffled for his own clothing as Sylvia, now also cursing, emerged into view again at the end of the corridor, tugging her miniskirt on, hopping alternately from one foot to the other.
The next time Kenny looked back, the janitor's figure had almost been obscured by the plump squat form of School Superintendent Rathley.
"It was them two. They was on the couch," the custodian said, pointing at Kenny and the still half-naked blonde. Then, to Kenny's even greater embarrassment, footsteps on the stage almost within reach of his own hand were followed by the sight of the school nurse, Miss Simmons.
She gasped, and desperately Kenny managed to pull on his trousers, forgetting his jockey shorts, which still lay on the floor beside him.
"It was them two," the janitor said again.
Superintendent Rathley grinned, his beady eyes shifting eagerly from Sylvia to Kenny's friend, Jimmy Russell.
"Perhaps," he conceded, "but I think I know who's really responsible for this outrage."
CHAPTER TWO
The willowy brunette school nurse had probably been as shocked to see the half-naked figure of Kenny Matthews standing before her as Kenny had been to see her. She'd been passing the arcade when the commotion inside the auditorium had come to her attention. Her first thought was that someone might have injured themselves, and, naturally, she'd hurried in to assist. But, even in her own state of near shock, Glenda was perceptive enough to catch the meaning of Superintendent Rathley's remark. It would be just like him to try to place all the blame on Jimmy Russell.
During her time at the school, Glenda had found Jimmy an extremely interesting subject. He was such an alienated and bitter youngster, yet he was obviously sensitive and intelligent. She had secretly taken a special interest in him for the past several months. She wasn't even sure why she'd done it, nor had she given her own motives much thought. But, during that time she had observed one thing clearly enough; Superintendent Rathley didn't like Jimmy.
Some of his objections to the young boy's behavior were understandable enough. Jiminy was rowdy and vulgar and he was a troublemaker, but, at the same time, he had an almost magnetic masculinity. And Glenda could not help but suspect sometimes, that the pudgy and unattractive superintendent bore a kind of jealous resentment toward the boy. One thing was certain; the superintendent had never shown any consideration of the factors that contributed to Jimmy's belligerence.
Clear as her own assessment of that facet of the situation might have been, Glenda would have to sort it out in her mind later. During the first few minutes after she had slipped through the curtain to find herself confronted with the shocking scene backstage, she was only able to respond by instinct. She managed to avert her eyes long enough to allow little Kenny Matthews, the reputed school egghead, to dress without him having to worry about her watching him. For a brief instant she met Jimmy Russell's gaze, and, in his disgusted eyes, she was able to fathom that his response to and evaluation of the situation was virtually the same as hers. She tried to look at him with some kind of
reassurance and hope before he turned away.
Then, when Superintendent Rathley, aided by the custodian, herded the three teenagers out of the auditorium and back down the arcade toward the main classroom building where his office was situated, she followed. And already she had begun to construct her own plan of action.
By the time the group made their way up the main steps to the building, a virtual mob of students had assembled to follow them, and Glenda couldn't help hearing their snide remarks circulating through the crowd the lewd references to Sylvia as a slut and to the fact that it was about time that someone let little Kenny get his first sexual experience, though that was expressed in much different, much more shocking terminology. For a few minutes he was engulfed by the crowd and she was just able to work her way free and slip into his the office before the superintendent closed the door.
"And to what do we owe your presence here, Nurse Simmons?" the superintendent said, looking at her with a sneer. "I don't think we have a medical problem."
Glenda shifted her gaze from the plump squat man to the three teenagers, Kenny and the girl obviously very frightened, Jimmy Russell merely angry and resentful. Then she looked back at the superintendent, wetting her voluptuous lips with a gentle flick of her tongue before she spoke.
"I was a witness. I think I should be here."
Superintendent Rathley hesitated for a moment. It appeared he was about to say something else, then evidently he changed his mind. At last he nodded.
"Very well. If you think you must be in on everything that happens around here...." He sighed and turned his attention to the tall sensuous blonde student.
"I should have thought, Sylvia, that now that you've got that high school juvenile delinquent picking you up every afternoon in his sports car you'd at least be able to wait until after school hours to start
comporting yourself like a whore."
He let the words hang in the silence for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Kenny.
"I'm most disappointed in you, young man. It wouldn't be flattery to point out that you are far and away the most promising student we have. It would be a genuine shame to have to expel you." The superintendent took a deep breath, pausing before he let the sly smile creep over his lips as he looked abruptly at Jimmy Russell. "But, fortunately for you and for Sylvia, I think it's obvious enough who is the real culprit in this affair. What do you have to say for yourself, Russell?"
Jimmy glared silently at the superintendent for a moment.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" the superintendent asked, a smile on his lips. "That's about the extent of the cooperation I would have expected from the-likes of you." He paused. "I think it's quite obvious you wouldn't have been present in the auditorium if you hadn't engineered this affair. I don't doubt in the least that you shamed poor Kenny into putting himself in that position. I'm not sure what kind of persuasion you used on
Sylvia, but I hardly doubt that it was formidable. Unfortunately, I no longer have the authority to expel a student. Such action has to be approved by the school board. That's why this matter has to go before them. But when it does, I'm going to recommend your expulsion as the responsible party in this affair, and a lesser discipline for Kenny and Sylvia."
Glenda took a deep breath. She knew what she was about to say was going to put her own job on the line. There had already been enough friction during the course of the school year between her and Superintendent Rathley, but she couldn't just sit by idly and watch this kind of injustice being perpetrated. She had to speak up.
"I protest," Glenda. said.
The superintendent looked at her sharply, his face reddening. "I beg your pardon?"
"I said, I will protest," Glenda repeated.
During the brief moment of silence that followed, the superintendent's face grew even redder, and Glenda thought she could almost hear his angry hastened breathing.
"You'll protest?" he asked in a quavering voice.
"Yes," Glenda answered softly, nodding her head. "And I will insist upon testifying before the board."
"Testifying to what?"
"I will testify to the fact that your placing all the blame on Jimmy is mere conjecture. I will testify to the fact that I'd noted in your attitude toward him a certain unmistakable prejudice. I will testify that, in my assessment of the events as I saw them, and I saw every bit as much as you did, I feel you are making Jimmy a scapegoat. And I feel you have some ulterior motive for this." Glenda managed the faintest smile as she saw the alarm in the superintendent's face. "And that's something I really don't think you want to go into before the school board, Mr. Rathley."
"Aren't you getting a little way out of bounds, Miss Simmons?" the superintendent asked. "On trial here are Jimmy and those two."
"Let me put it differently, Mr. Rathley," Glenda said, changing the tone of her voice and smiling almost warmly. "I'm just as shocked as you are about what had happened today But do you really think it would be in the students' best interest to have this brought before the school board? Do you really think it would be in Jimmy's interest to be expelled?"
"I think it would be in the interest of this entire school!" the superintendent retorted angrily. Then he sighed, looking down at the floor for a moment. "Perhaps, however, the matter does warrant a little more consideration. You three students may go on to your classes. I'll expect you back here at the beginning of your last period when we'll continue with this unpleasant discussion."
Kenny Matthews glanced about nervously, clutching his books to his chest. then quickly passed Glenda and went out the door. Sylvia followed, then Jimmy, dragging his feet, moved by more slowly. When they were alone Glenda turned back to the superintendent.
"I'll tell you right now, Miss Simmons, I don't like your attitude. Let me make it very clear that I don't appreciate this kind of interference."
Glenda looked silently, expressionlessly, back at the older man for a moment, then turned abruptly and walked out the door into the crowded hall. The idea hit her as she glimpsed Jimmy Russell, flanked by several other boys who were badgering him for an account of what happened, turning the corner to start down the hall to his one o'clock class. It was completely insane. But, difficult as what she wanted to do was, Glenda knew it was her duty. She hesitated but a moment, then hurried after the boy.
"Jimmy," she called anxiously. The youngster stopped, looking around silently. In his face Glenda saw not one bit of appreciation of her intervention on his behalf, but then she hadn't really expected to.
"Jimmy, could I talk to you alone for a minute."
With a shrug the boy moved away from his companions, looking at her with resentment and almost derision. Somehow, however, Glenda managed to meet his icy gaze with an expression of warmth.
"Jimmy, I'd like to see you this afternoon after school."
"I don't need any lecture from you, nurse."
"I don't want to give you a lecture," Glenda said with a persistent smile. "I just want to spend some time with you take a walk or go have a Coke."
For a moment, the boy hesitated, looking at her strangely. His gaze dropped for an instant down to the inviting swells of Glenda's breasts, clearly outlined in her tight-fitting nurse's uniform. Then he looked back at her face and shrugged.
"Sure, nurse."
CHAPTER THREE
After school that afternoon Glenda waited nervously at the little drugstore across the street from the campus, absently tugging at a dark strand of her shoulder-length hair. This wasn't as popular a hangout for the kids as the canteen, and she felt much more at ease.
The concerned brunette nurse still didn't know exactly how she would act or what she would say when Jimmy arrived if he did arrive. When she'd spoken up for him at the tense little gathering in the superintendent's office she'd detected that he resented her intervention. But Jimmy was the kind of boy who would by nature resent anything anyone in a position of authority did for him. She'd clearly observed that much in him during the past several months. Still, she felt compelled to try to help him, to offer him some kind of encouragement and the affection and concern she knew he'd never got at home.
It must be terrible, she thought, coming not merely from a broken home, but from a home that had been destroyed by two of the most devastating vices man has ever known: alcohol and drugs.
But, beyond her misgivings about being able to deal with Jimmy on any personal level, Glenda was troubled by another problem. however vague. She'd insisted on meeting him here rather than in the canteen because she didn't want anyone else to know about it. She actually felt guilty, although there shouldn't have been any reason for that, and she was almost afraid to even attempt to determine and assess the reason behind that guilt. But the attractive young woman had to admit that, for all his belligerence and resentment, Jimmy was a handsome boy, and, perhaps deep down inside, she knew that was at least part of what was troubling her.
Glenda took a sip of her Coca-Cola and shifted on her stool at the fountain counter. Carefully she smoothed her thin uniform skirt down over her shapely thighs, her eyes descending for a brief instant down the inviting swelling mounds of her breasts and the sensuous contours of her upper thighs vividly outlined in the clinging material of the summer weight uniform skirt. Then she looked quickly up and away, somehow uncomfortable at her sudden awareness of her own sexuality.
Yes, she thought, Jimmy was a very attractive boy. She did not doubt that the superintendent had been right in his assumption that Jimmy bore responsibility for today's lewd display in the auditorium. Loose as Sylvia's sense of morals was, Glenda did not think for one moment that little Kenny Matthews would have had the gall to lure her in there on his own.
Glenda giggled spontaneously at the thought. In spite of her own shock at stumbling by complete surprise upon the lurid scene, in spite of all her confusion and emotional indignation, the sight of little Kenny desperately trying to pull on his trousers had not gone entirely unappreciated for its quality of sardonic humor. Glenda's medical training had endowed her with at least the ability to appreciate sex as a physical, biological function, and, even though she'd never quite been able to bring herself to emotional terms with it, she was not overly
puritanical or frigid. And, even if she didn't approve of what had been happening there in the auditorium, she knew it was only natural for young boys of Jimmy's and Kenny's age to want to experiment.
But she was almost certain that Jimmy looked on the act, not only as a biological function, but as an animal function. She'd heard rumors about his carryings on, not only with Sylvia, but with several other girls at school. She'd even heard that at one time he'd got one of them into trouble.
And she gathered that he not only looked on sex as being dirty, but enjoyed it precisely because of, that. And, Glenda thought, if she could change just that much of Jimmy's outlook, it she could make him aware of the existence of a more wholesome kind of affection between people, instill in him a sense of humanity that could later become a part of his sexual attitude, her intervention on his behalf and all the time she might spend with him would be well worthwhile.
Glenda took another sip of her Coke and looked up just as Jimmy, his face solemn, came through the door and strode toward the counter.
"Hello, Jimmy. Would you like something to drink?" Glenda asked, turning to face him as he moved up to stand next to the stool beside her.
Jimmy shook his head. "Not a soft drink anyway."
Glenda forced out a soft little laugh. "I'm afraid that's all they have here." She paused for a moment, biting her lip. "Well, what was the final verdict?"
"I told old man Rathley that I had to get a prescription filled for my mother," he said. "So I don't have to start till tomorrow."
For a brief instant Jimmy's eyes dropped from Susan's face down to her full breasts, then descended lower. He fidgeted, half turning away from her, his solemn gaze slowly sweeping about the drugstore. Then he looked back at her face.
"Do you feel like getting out of this dump?"
"Sure, Jimmy. Where would you like to go?" Glenda asked.
"I don't know."
"Perhaps we could take a walk in the park," she offered. "Even though it's getting a bit chilly, it's really a very nice day outside, and I've been vegetating all day at the clinic."
"Yeah, sure," Jimmy said.
Glenda rose, paid her bill and preceded the youngster out the front door of the drugstore. They walked side by side in silence to the corner, then crossed the street, and moved away from the campus toward the small city park two blocks up.
"You don't have to start what until tomorrow, Jimmy?" Glenda asked at last.
"Damn old fart!" Jimmy muttered, kicking at the ground as he walked.
"Jimmy!" Glenda gasped.
"We have to show up at school an hour early every morning, and we have to stay three hours late in the afternoon. For a whole week. That's why I had to tell him about getting that Prescription for my mother. Otherwise I'd be there right now."
"Well," Glenda put it, "it's better than getting expelled."
"I don't think so," retorted Jimmy, looking down at the ground. "I'd rather have been expelled. I just wish you hadn't stuck your nose into it."
Glenda caught her breath, feeling a deep hurt at Jimmy's cutting remark.
"But, you don't want to be expelled. I knew you wouldn't like me interfering, but I only did it because I cared for you, and because I know you have your whole future ahead of you. And your future, Jimmy, depends upon your education."
They continued a few paces in silence and then turned into the small now almost deserted park. Jimmy moved a pace ahead of Glenda, who looked at the boy with almost a desperate pleading in her eyes, and started along a little footpath that led though Glenda hardly noted it at the moment toward a secluded grove at the back edge of the park.
"And I guess my education depends on writing all that nonsense on the blackboard, too," Jimmy said after a moment.
"What nonsense?" Glenda said.
"That's what we're doing in the mornings and after school," the embittered teenager explained. "We have to write, 'I will respect the chastity of my female companions,' a thousand times a day on that stupid blackboard."
"Why that's ludicrous!" Glenda hissed. "If he's making you stay after school you should be able to use that time for something constructive, for your lessons."
"And I bet Sylvia doesn't let either one of us touch her again for a long time," Jimmy added. "She's doing solitary in another room. Hers is, 'I will respect my own chastity.'" He kicked angrily at the earth again. "But I don't guess it really makes any difference. We might as well be on solitary too. We're in one of those rooms with an intercom and old Rathley says he'll be listening. We can't talk during the entire three hours."
Glenda didn't think she'd ever heard of anything so foolish in her life. And, aside from the fact that it was a complete waste of time, this was just the sort of punishment that would only serve to further the alienation of a boy like Jimmy from his elders. And she vowed that, no matter how difficult he might make it for her, she would go to whatever ends necessary to open a channel of genuine communication between herself and the underprivileged youngster.
Then they went into the grove and again Jimmy moved ahead of her and started over to a little marble bench situated in the middle of a small clearing within the trees.
He took a seat and hesitantly, Glenda moved up and sat down beside him. Again she was made uncomfortably aware of his eyes roving over the lush curves of her body, a disquieting reminder that, in spite of his young age, he was in many ways very mature, almost a man.
"I really do appreciate your trying to help me, Miss Simmons," Jimmy began, looking up at her with almost a smile on his lips.
Glenda sighed. "It's nothing, Jimmy. Really, it's nothing. I just wanted to make you ... I just wanted to make you feel that someone did care for you ... if you know what I mean. I understand you've had a very difficult time."
"I don't want to talk about it," Jimmy said, looking down. Then he lifted his eyes. "I don't know why you should care anyway, either."
"But I do care, Jimmy, I care very much. I've always taken a special interest in you, though perhaps I haven't shown it as I should have."
For an extended and tense moment the young boy studied her intently. Then Glenda felt a chill go down her spine as he spoke. "I've always taken an interest in you, too, Miss Simmons."
"I ... I didn't mean it like that," Glenda stammered.
"like what?"
Glenda gazed with desperation into the young boy's eyes. It was all to obvious what kind of interest Jimmy was talking about. But she couldn't bring herself to come out and say it.
"You know," she managed after another short but tense silence. "I care what happens to you, Jimmy. I want you to trust me. I want you to know there is someone older you can trust. "
"I never thought of it in terms like that," Jimmy said. "I mean in terms of you being older or younger or anything. I just think of you as a woman, the same way I think of fourteen year old girls as women."
The young nurse gasped. For a moment her shock immobilized her. She knew what Jimmy was about to do, but she was so stunned she couldn't even move to resist. Then her body stiffened as he leaned toward her, brushing his lips against hers, softly at first, then harder, his tongue snaking hungrily into her mouth before she had time to defend herself. His leaning toward her caused his chest to brush up against the fullness of one of her up-thrust breasts, his arms wrapping around her to pull her own body in turn against his. Then, to her even greater shock she felt his hand move back up beneath her arm and between their bodies to press in a crude blunt gesture right over the ripely swollen mound of one breast.
Glenda didn't even know how long the embrace lasted. It came as too much of a shock to her, placed her too far off her guard, and she was hardly even able to believe it was happening even as Jimmy's tongue burrowed greedily up into her mouth and his hand mauled and massaged her high-set breast on the outside of her uniform and brassiere. She slid back several inches on the bench, glaring at him in rage, her eyes watery, her lips quivering.
And, as Jimmy looked back at her she thought she'd never seen such a cold and icy and sullen, yet at the same time, mocking gaze. It cheapened her. It seemed a blasphemy of all her good intentions. And it must have been that look that prompted her belated yet nonetheless
spontaneous physical retort.
She hardly knew it was happening until her hand moved, lashing out in a whip-like motion, and she heard the loud crack as it landed, palm forward on Jimmy's cheek.
When she drew it away she saw the crimson rush to his face where the slap had landed. But there was not the slightest change, not the faintest acknowledgement in his bitterly staring eyes. Then, a lump swelling in her throat and tears pouring freely from her own eyes, Glenda stood up and turned, leaving the clearing at almost a run.
* * *
Kenny Matthews yawned, looking forlornly up at the half-filled blackboard. The same thing over and over again for three hours, all yesterday afternoon. Now in a few minutes he had to start again for another hour of it, and, later this afternoon, three hours more. Slowly, the youngster's gaze drifted from the blackboard up to the intercom speaker-receiver system mounted far up out of reach above it. This, Kenny thought, was really something out of 1984. Then Kenny started in his seat as he heard the voice over the intercom.
"GOOD MORNING. I TRUST YOU BOYS HAVE YOUR WRITING ARMS READY. REPORT: JIMMY RUSSELL."
"He's ... he's out at the boy's room," Kenny stammered.
"AT THE BOY'S ROOM? WELL, IN PRECISELY ONE MINUTE HE HAD BETTER BE AT THE BLACKBOARD WRITING. THAT IS YOU, ISN'T IT KENNY?"
"Yes sir."
Then, to Kenny's relief, the next set of footsteps in the hall proved to be Jimmy's. The taller, more mature-looking youngster strode briskly into the room, glaring with irritation first at the intercom and then at the blackboard. Then he looked down at Kenny. "Boy, do I have something to tell you!"
"NO TALKING! JIMMY RUSSELL? REPORT!"
"Here," Jimmy muttered sullenly.
"ALL RIGHT BOYS, YOU CAN START WRITING NOW. THIS HOUR SHOULD BE GOOD FOR AT LEAST FIVE HUNDRED REPETITIONS. AND DON'T FORGET, I'LL BE LISTENING IN. NO TALKING!"
Kenny made a face and took his chalk and began to write. Beside him, Jimmy did the same thing, squeaking the chalk on the blackboard. Kenny wrote the absurd sentence they had been assigned seventeen times before he paused to rub his arm, which was still sore from yesterday afternoon, then stared in complete shock at what Jimmy was writing: "I'm going to screw Miss Simmons."
CHAPTER FOUR
Glenda Simmons sighed and stood up from her desk, glancing nervously at the clock on the wall. She paced around the desk and went over to gaze drearily out the back window of the clinic reception room, then turned again to the desk, her eyes finding sudden focus on the inter-office telephone.
The pretty brunette did not know when she had ever felt so terrible. She could just kill herself for what she had done yesterday. Not that she held any illusions about what Jimmy Russell had had in mind when he kissed her it had been the most flagrant and obvious sort of advance, and Glenda had no doubt that if she had been willing Jimmy would have pushed it all the way through to its most perverted conclusion. He would have had sex with her if she would have let him.
But even that didn't excuse her own almost hysterical response. She was a mature woman. She'd had medical training, and she knew the facts of life. And, though she might never have completely come to terms with her own sexuality, she did have a reasonable amount of experience. And she certainly should have no problem handling herself with a boy Jimmy's age. Where a tactful but firm refusal would have engendered the youth's respect for her, she had reacted without tact or self-control. And, certainly that reaction would only serve to further alienate Jimmy from the adult world.
But what had really made it all seem so stupid to the school nurse now was that she knew, looking at the matter logically, that she should have expected nothing less than an advance from a boy like Jimmy. She was the school nurse and consequently a symbol of both sexuality and authority to the young male students whose hygiene she was responsible for. And she should have been mentally prepared for Jimmy's overture; she should have been ready to deal with it.
"Damn," Glenda muttered under her breath. The worst part of it was that now any real basis of communication she might try to establish with Jimmy would only be all the more strained. She could hardly even bear the thought of facing him after die way she had acted yesterday. But she knew, difficult as it would be, that she had to try. If she didn't she would never forgive herself.
The conscience-ridden young woman hesitated a moment longer. Then she stepped back to the desk and. with a trembling hand, lifted the telephone receiver.
Glenda stiffened as she heard the brisk knock at the door of the reception room.
"Yes. Who is it?"
"Jimmy," said the familiar voice at the door. A moment later it, opened and the handsome young boy stepped in.
Glenda caught her breath, unable to keep from recalling at the sight of him the little forbidden wisps of pleasure that had coursed spontaneously through her body when he had kissed her and felt her breasts yesterday afternoon. Now, as he walked toward her, swaggering, an arrogant grin on his lips, she was almost petrified. She couldn't control the nervous stuttering in her stomach and she had not the slightest idea of what she should say to him.
"I told them I had a sore throat," Jimmy said. "I got myself excused from General Science class."
"Oh," Glenda said, then added, "Close ... or perhaps you'd better lock, die door."
Jimmy's grin broadened, and the way he looked at her made a chill run down Glenda's spine. He turned and walked back to latch the door, and from his manner the nervous brunette realized almost immediately that again he had the wrong idea about why she had summoned him here.
"Jimmy, I want to apologize for what happened yesterday," Glenda began in a nervous voice. "And I want to try and make you understand ... why I want to spend this time with you."
For a moment Jimmy looked at her in silence. "I think I know why," he said, again starting back toward the desk.
Glenda rose slowly, almost trembling from the hungry way the young boy's eyes descended the length of her lushly formed body. As his eyes lingered greedily upon the fully molded mounds of her breasts, she almost melted beneath his gaze.
"Why are you staring at me that way, Jimmy?" she gasped, biting her lip.
"You liked it yesterday when I kissed you," the young boy said in a terse voice.
"No," Glenda answered, almost too quickly, her own cars noting the lack of conviction in her voice that was confirmed by the youngster's almost knowing expression. "All right," she admitted, looking downward. "Maybe ... I did."
As soon as she said it, Glenda knew it had been the wrong reply. It was an invitation to a repeat of yesterday's episode, and she knew now there would be no preventing a recurrence of that shocking event. Her only hope was to try and control her own reaction.
A moment later Jimmy met her at the corner of the desk, his hands once more reaching around her willowy body, his lips pressing hungrily to hers.
'All right,' Glenda told herself. 'What was the harm, anyway, in one little kiss?'
Exerting all her self-control, she forced herself not to resist. Her body went almost limp, and she closed her eyes, trying to force her mind elsewhere to bring a curtain of oblivion over the rampant want and titillation she derived from the warm embrace in spite of all her efforts to ignore it. But still she could not completely quell the little electric currents of delight that coursed through her body from the wanton contact, and she knew she was in a very vulnerable state.
At last Jimmy dropped his hands away from the school nurse's sensuously curved body and took a step back, gazing at her with an almost fierce determination and lust. She looked back at the confident teenager desperately, her whole body trembling so that for a moment she couldn't even find the words to speak.
"Jimmy, please," she said finally in a quivering voice. "I didn't call you here for this. You've got to believe me."
A now familiar smile, cynical and arrogant, etched itself slowly across the youngster's lips. "I don't believe you," he said. "You think I don't know why you stuck your nose into that business with Superintendent Rathley?"
"Jimmy!" Glenda gasped. "I didn't do that because I wanted something from you. I ... I...."
"Nobody ever does anything for anybody unless they want something in return. You think I don't know that?"
Again the older woman had to remind herself that this was exactly the attitude she should expect from a boy who'd been mistreated as often and had had as much bad luck as Jimmy. Then she almost gasped aloud at his next remark.
"And I know what you want from me too," Jimmy went on. "I've seen the way you've looked at me. It's been pretty obvious for a long time."
Could it be true? the embarrassed brunette wondered desperately. Was it possible she had done something to mislead Jimmy into thinking she had a sexual interest in him? Then her body stiffened as Jimmy stepped back toward her as she stood behind her desk.
Once more Glenda felt his lips brush hers, then drop wetly to the sensitive skin of her neck. His hands moved again to the ripely rounded mounds of her breasts, fingers massaging almost ruthlessly at the vibrant flesh that was hardly protected by the flimsy cups of her brassiere. As she retreated a stop backward, he moved with her, his legs against hers so that she could feel the lewdly shocking prod of the erect cock that tented the crotch of his trousers shoved right up against the softness of her inner thighs. And in spite of all her attempts to resist, the little surges of longing and need that darted out through her body from the titillating contact were undeniable, irresistible.
Then as even more distant-sounding whimpers rose in Glenda's throat as Jimmy began to deftly flick loose the buttons down the front of her uniform, parting the white material slowly away to brazenly reveal the proudly up-thrust mounds of her breasts. Moaning in half-hearted protest, Glenda gazed down in stunned dismay at the humiliating exposure of her voluptuously firm flesh. Somehow she had to get a grip on herself. But it had all happened too fast her secret and forbidden lust had been stimulated before she had had time to resist, and now even she herself was beginning to wonder if Jimmy's arrogant and daring accusation did not hold a grain of truth.
Again Glenda's body stiffened as Jimmy stood on his tiptoes to whisper softly into her ear, "Come on, Miss Simmons. You know you want it. You know you want it as bad as I do."
The pretty older woman shook her head in a desperate attempt to convey her unconvincing negation, but as Jimmy lowered his head again to kiss and lick along the smooth upper portions of her breast above the top of her tight-fitting brassiere cups, she felt her resolve further weakening. For an extended moment she hung in limbo, knowing now that what Jimmy had said was at least partially true and admitting finally to herself that in spite of everything she did want him. She even conceded mentally that this must have been at least an unconscious factor in her intervention on his behalf with the superintendent.
Then, another soft whimper rising in her throat, she brought her hands slowly upward, running them softly over Jimmy's back and up into his curly hair as she held his head against her bosom. For a few brief moments Glenda let herself go completely. She forgot where she was, who she was, who Jimmy was, and basked deliriously in her own perverted excitement as she felt the young boy kiss and suck at the sensitive upper portions of her breast. As he laved the trembling mound, he ran his hands eagerly down her back to the ripely rounded half-moons of her buttocks, hugging her loins even more tightly to his so she was even further aware of the lustful prodding of his rigidly erected cock against her quaking thigh.
Then gradually a feeble twinkling of sanity returned. She realized that if she did not stop now she would lose her control completely, and with a mewling whimper of frustration, she rallied her strength and pushed Jimmy away.
For a moment Glenda stared down, aghast, at the lewdly shocking sight of her own half-exposed breasts. Jimmy had unbuttoned her uniform all the way down below her waist, and between the lush brassiere-clad mounds she could see her panties hanging low on her hips so that just a few forbidden curls of soft pubic hair were visible above the tight elastic waistband.
Then, as she lifted her eyes, Glenda could hardly believe the smirk on Jimmy's face. "You know what you are, Miss Simmons," the youngster said in a derisive voice, "you're a prick tease, nothing but a prick tease."
Glenda knew she had really made a mess of things now. For during those brief moments when she had let herself go, she had really been leading Jimmy on. She had invited and welcomed his advances. She had encouraged him. And now everything he accused her of was, in one sense, true. Somehow she had to repair the damage. But how? How?
Then her legs almost went weak from the obscenely shocking idea that came to her. it was too perverted for words, yet even in that perversion it assumed a strangely positive character. And by the same token, this perversity tapped at a masochistic source in Glenda she hadn't till now even known existed. But what better way could there be, she asked herself, to prove her own good intentions than by giving Jimmy, the pleasure he wanted and, even more, at the same time denying her own forbidden lust?
"Yeah," Jimmy continued, "you're just a prick tease! You're not only as bad as the others, Mr. Rathley even, you're worse!"
Glenda narrowed her eyes, looking down again at her half revealed breasts rising and falling heavily with her strained breathing. She caught her breath trying to fight down the little wisps of masochistic pleasure swelling in her loins at the mere thought of what she was about to do. Then she looked back, narrow-eyed, at the leering youngster.
"All right, Jimmy," she said in a softly quivering voice. "I'm going to do something for you. I want to prove at least part of what you said isn't true. I'm not a ... prick tease, and I've had no intentions of deceiving you or leading you on. Just promise me you'll never tell anybody."
"Tell them what?"
Glenda hesitated before she spoke again, her eyes descending pleadingly to the telltale bulge in Jimmy's trousers. She could see he was really excited, and she knew that above and beyond all the other moral considerations, she had no right to leave him in this state of frustration. But still it took every bit of courage she could muster to make her next statement.
"Promise me you won't tell. I'm going to suck you off."
Glenda caught the flicker of shock on Jimmy's face, then quickly the young boy composed himself, managing to look almost serious.
"No," he said, "I wont tell anybody, Miss Simmons. I promise."
Still hardly able to believe the lewd idea she'd conceived, Glenda nodded her head. "All right," she said softly. "Come on into the back room where the bed is."
The school nurse brushed past her young patient and went down the little corridor that led to the examination room at the rear of the clinic. She couldn't even imagine how she had conceived Of this obscene manner of appeasement. Glenda had never in her life submitted willingly to oral sex. Several times during her nursing school days the young man who'd for a short while been her fianc', had pushed her face down to his loins during moments of frenzy and passion. On those occasions she had submitted, but always with reluctance and distaste.
Yet now in spite of everything she felt herself longing to perform the act she had always previously abhorred. She wanted to subjugate herself before Jimmy. She wanted to rid his mind of every question and suspicion about her sincerity, and humiliating herself in the debasing act of sucking his cock was the most perfect way she could think of to do so.
"Lie down on the bed," Glenda said as Jimmy came through the door into the little examination room after her.
Almost delirious with her own rising masochistic want, Glenda watched through watering eyes as Jimmy walked over and stretched out on his back on the narrow hospital bed, looking back at her with eagerness still mixed with challenging derision. He was daring her to go through with this obscene thing she'd proposed, and as she stepped slowly toward the bed Glenda was almost overwhelmed by the unexpected strength of her own depraved desire. What had begun moments ago as an outlandish but pragmatic plan to convince the young boy of her sincerity and try to re-establish the avenue of trust and communication between them had now become an overriding lust and all the more so in its very unspeakable perversion.
Then, sighing softly, she leaned against the edge of the bed and reached down with a trembling hand to undo the zipper of his Levi's and flick her fingers deftly inside the fly of his trousers.
Jimmy's hips jerked in sudden excitement as she closed her fingers around the throbbing shaft of his rock-hard young penis. It swelled perceptibly in her hand as she worked it out of the fly, freeing it to loom suddenly upward with a twitch to a shockingly dilated erection.
A soft moan rising in her throat, Glenda bent the throbbing cock shaft slowly backward, tugging gently at the foreskin and drawing it teasingly up and down from the nakedly pulsing head. She continued this for several moments, the rhythmic stroking prompting the young boy's already swollen penis to assume even more stunning proportions. Then as Jimmy groaned beneath her, Glenda slowly decreased the up-and-down skinning movements, holding the lust-inflamed hardness of the young boy's cock motionless in her hand, aimed straight up from his loins toward her face as she leaned lower toward him.
At last, her face poised just inches above the youngster's expectantly throbbing member, Glenda hesitated. In a momentary flash of sanity she realized how absolutely mad she must be to perform this obscene act. She was courting disaster, and she knew there was not a reason in the world for her to believe that once she had done it, once she had sucked Jimmy's penis, he would keep it secret. But by the same token, she knew that if now she questioned his trustworthiness, she could do him irreparable emotional and psychological damage. And she had promised. If she went back on her word now she wouldn't even have the right to expect him to believe anything else she ever said.
It was too late to back out! Even recognizing its sheer madness, she had to go through with this lewd act of perversion no matter what the consequences might be.
Slowly Glenda flipped her tongue from her mouth to moisten her voluptuously glistening lips breathing softly over the bulbous glans of Jimmy's exposed cock-head that shone with a tiny droplet of seminal fluid that had issued from it.
"Oooooh," Jimmy groaned, his hips jerking in a spontaneous motion at the sight of the school nurse pursing her lips just inches away from the lust-swollen head of his cock. "Yes, Miss Simmons," he gasped. "Suck it, Miss Simmons. Suck my cock."
Deriving an even wilder pleasure at those blunt words, the older woman resumed the gentle up-and-down skinning motion of her fingers along the resiliently throbbing cock-shaft. Gingerly she flicked her tongue from between her lips, the saliva-wet tip coming into suddenly shocking contact with the throbbing head of Jimmy's up-thrust penis. She circled her tongue deliberately around the rubbery protuberance, hearing the youngster's further excited moans and feelings his hips twitch even more wildly in response to the arousing sensation.
The tip of her tongue found the tiny opening of the glans and darted wetly in to lick up the little seminal droplet, its tangy taste serving only to further stimulate her own unnatural craving. Then her hand slipped softly to the base of the pulsing shaft as she continued to lick teasingly at the bulbous head yet still refused to actually take it into her mouth.
For a moment longer Jimmy lay passively beneath her. Then with a sudden deep groan he reached down into her long dark hair, holding her face firmly to his loins as he thrust his hips eagerly upward.
With a muffled cry of mixed delight and protest, Glenda submitted to the lewdly shocking invasion, accepting the warmly pulsing young cock that now violated her mouth. It almost choked her, but she derived a wanton masochistic pleasure from the boy's sudden display of aggression, surrendering her lips unprotestingly as she felt the urgently palpitating head of Jimmy's penis crushed into the moist tenderness of her mouth, penetrating almost to the back of her throat. Then, purring softly around the throbbing shaft, she began to suck.
Jimmy's hips quivered on the hard mattress of the narrow clinic bed as he felt Miss Simmons close her voluptuous lips tightly around his hard-fleshed cock-shaft, sucking almost the whole length Of the resiliently throbbing member up into her mouth. He groaned, shoving his hips upward to ram the pulsing hardness even deeper as the school nurse began to suck in earnest.
Glenda closed her eyes, a little whimper of submissive pleasure issuing from her throat around the palpitating hardness shoving into her yielding mouth. The obscenely throbbing head plunged again and again down the full length of her tongue to embed itself far in the back of her throat as the young boy squirmed eagerly upward. With another wanton groan she intensified her own response, beginning to work her head up and down in a bobbing motion over his loins to further increase the warm moist friction on his rampantly distended rigidity.
Now Glenda was really beginning to shed her inhibitions, thrusting herself body and soul without restraint into the lewd task of sucking Jimmy's cock. She concentrated all her efforts on it, making gurgling sounds deep in her throat and yielding up her. avidly working mouth totally for his pleasure, sucking ravenously and already beginning to hunger for the sweet-tasting semen she knew must even now be beginning to well up in the teenager's throbbing testicles.
"Ooooooh," Jimmy groaned from the even more intense sensation of the school nurse's tongue swishing up and down the pulsating rod of his aching cock. He ran his fingers eagerly through her hair, holding her face tightly against his loins as he lunged his slender buttocks furiously upward, deriving a brutal pleasure from his obscene subjugation Of the older woman.
"Emmmmmm," Glenda purred submissively, her body coming to life in response to her own masochistic surrender. She gurgled, sucking hungrily on the lust-inflamed hardness shoving deeper and deeper up into her mouth, her body starting to sway as she dropped one of her hands down to stroke eagerly over her own sensitive loins through her uniform skirt. She bobbed her head faster and faster, her teeth scratching lightly up and down the sensitive skin of Jimmy's penis, her tongue still swiping and twirling over the palpitating head with maddening effect.
For a brief instant, the school nurse gain realized the sheer madness of what she was doing. The idea she'd so generously conceived was an open invitation to humiliation and disaster, and she didn't know how she would ever live it down if anyone found out about what she had done. Yet now even that hardly seemed to matter. She didn't think she had ever been so excited in her life. Her whole body was starting to cry out with her lewdly unleashed passion and she hungered for the cum that she could sense was even now beginning to surge in Jimmy's testicles. Sucking with even greater fervor, she put all thought of consequences from her mind.
A moment later Jimmy moaned again, then she felt his body stiffen beneath her.
"Uh-oh," he gasped, his buttocks sinking down into the thin mattress as he tried to gain control over his spiraling want.
The older woman knew the cum was welling up in his balls now and there wasn't going to be a way in the world he could control it much longer. He was going to cum whether he was ready to or not, and from the tightening grip of his fingers in her hair, she realized he was determined to shoot off into her mouth.
'Yes, yes!' Glenda thought, silenced by the erectly throbbing cock that filled her mouth, able to communicate her own desire only by further intensification of the lewd sucking and the eager swishing of her tongue upon the resiliently sensitive smoothness. Yet even wanting it, she couldn't quite control her own hesitation as she felt Jimmy begin to hunch again, thrusting his loins upward in a staccato rhythm to drive the lewdly palpitating shaft even more swiftly in and out of her yielding mouth. But she couldn't have escaped even if she had really wanted to. Jimmy was taking no chances; he held too tightly to her hair, and there was no way she could draw her head away.
Then at last, with another muffled whimper, she buried her face even more snugly in the boy's churning loins, forgetting her own apprehension. Instants later she felt the first droplet of warm, fresh-tasting sperm come spewing into her mouth.
Glenda gulped, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed to keep from choking, determined not to lose a single droplet of the precious life-giving fluid that splattered in a hot torrent against the back of her throat.
Mewls of submission spewing from her violated lips, she bobbed her head eagerly, her own lustful fervor serving only to compound her obscene degradation.
For a few moments longer Jimmy grunted and groaned, tossing his body wildly on the narrow mattress and holding Miss Simmons' face tightly to his loins. Then with a gasp he sank down tiredly, his hands dropping slowly from the school nurse's hair. Glenda whimpered softly, continuing to suck as the last droplet of cum spurted into her mouth.
Then she let the deflating cock-shaft drop from her lips and raised her head slowly, staring in shame and humiliation at the young boy on the bed.
Jimmy grinned. "It won't take me but a minute, Miss Simmons, to get it up again. Then I'll really do it to you."
With narrowed eyes, Glenda gazed down at the youngster's still exposed, now limp cock glistening with the mixture of his spent semen and the saliva from her own mouth. She half turned away, reaching up with her hand to wipe her lust-soiled lips. Then she looked back, her body quivering with her own still unfulfilled arousal as she shook her head.
"No, Jimmy," she said softly. "you go on. It's almost time for your next class."
"But...."
"No," she said firmly. "I did this to prove something to you. I'm not a prick tease. But I'm not going to make love to you, even though I might want to now...."
The want and need that her masochistic excitement had generated smoldered in the curvaceous brunette now like a fiery ball that racked the voluptuous flesh of her shapely body as Glenda turned slowly and walked out the door and back down the corridor to the reception room. Tears filled her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as she resumed her scat behind the desk.
A few moments later when Jimmy grinning triumphantly, passed through, she, couldn't even meet his gaze.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jimmy arrived about five minutes late for that afternoon's punishment session. He reported in over the intercom, silently accepted his scolding from Superintendent Rathley, then, grinning, nudged his friend Kenny who stood beside him, already meticulously writing on the blackboard. The taller boy's smile broadened as he raised his own hand and wrote in large clear print: "Miss Simmons sucked my cock. Tell you about it later."
Jimmy watched with rising satisfaction as Kenny's face blanched and his eyes grew wide with disbelief. Then he reached up and lightly erased the shocking thing he'd written.
* * *
Kenny Matthews didn't think there had ever been three hours in his life that had passed so slowly as those three hours of continuous writing on the blackboard and waiting until they could get away and Jimmy could tell him what had happened. Once he'd even ventured to ask the other boy in a whisper to explain, but almost instantly Mr. Rathley's voice had boomed its warning over the intercom system. Then finally, a seeming eternity later, they heard the superintendent's voice again dismissing them, and Kenny dropped the chalk and hurried ahead of Jimmy out the door and into the hall.
"What happened?" he asked breathlessly as they hurried toward the exit. "I don't believe it. I just don't believe it!"
"Well, it's the truth," Jimmy said tersely. "I'll tell you after we get outside."
Quickly the two boys made their way down the hall, out the door and down the steps.
"Damn that Rathley," Jimmy said. "If I ever get out of this goddamned junior high school, I'm gonna kick his ass."
"Yeah, good," Kenny replied approvingly. "But what happened with miss Simmons?"
Jimmy grinned smugly. "Just what I said. She sucked my cock."
They walked on silently for a few stem Kenny waiting impatiently for the elaboration that was to be forthcoming.
"Well?" he asked finally, unable to contain himself any longer.
"It was easier than anything I've ever done," Jimmy said. "You know how I told you this morning that I made a pass at her yesterday and she slapped me and ran off?"
"Yeah?" Kenny answered.
"Well, she called me to the clinic to apologize for the way she'd responded, and to make it very clear she hadn't intended for anything to happen between us. So I just made another pass at her. And she tried to get real passive, you know, and just not do anything. That gave me the time I needed and before she knew what was happening I had her so hot she could hardly breath." Jimmy paused, sighing. "Then she tried to stop me again and I called her a prick tease. And I guess she figured she had to so something to prove that wasn't true. So she sucked my cock."
"Jesus!" Kenny said. "But you didn't fuck her?"
"I'm going to fuck her tomorrow," Jimmy said without the slightest bit of doubt in his voice. He walked on silently for a few steps, then added, "That probably won't be as easy as this was, but I know damn well I can do it. And you know what else?"
"What?"
"You're going to fuck her too," Jimmy said with conviction.
"Me?"
"That's right. You and a couple of other guys like you who really need a good piece to get you started. I'll go back to the clinic tomorrow and you can watch through the window. Then she won't be able to run anybody down."
Kenny frowned. "You think that'll work?"
"Hell, I know it'll work!" Jimmy answered. "She's begging for it, and I'm gonna teach that self-righteous cunt not to treat me like some stupid misfortunate kid."
Kenny looked at his friend strangely, walking for a moment in silence.
"I don't know," he said at last.
"You don't know what?"
"I don't know if I like that," Kenny said. "I mean, forcing ourselves on her like that. And what have you got against Miss Simmons?"
"Do you want to get laid or not?" Jimmy asked, the irritation showing in his voice.
Kenny hesitated a moment. "Yeah, I've got to get laid."
"Then don't ask stupid questions!"
* * *
Glenda lay flat on her back, her eyes wide open, staring up in the darkness at the ceiling that was just vaguely visible above her. She sighed and reached over to turn on the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed, then resumed her reclining position. Her body, completely naked beneath the thin white sheet which fell revealingly over her softly contoured flesh, still burned with the feverish masochistic desire that had been so obscenely unleashed this afternoon in the obscene act of perversion she'd committed with Jimmy.
The pretty brunette didn't think anything had ever excited her so much in her life as when the young boy had finally lost control and sent those hot, tangy-tasting droplets of cum spewing into her mouth. He had used her lips ruthlessly to the complete satiation of his obscene lust; he'd shot the entire load of his cum Into her mouth, and submissively she'd swallowed it to the last drop. She'd sucked the life out of his rigidly throbbing penis and left it empty and deflated, sated with the rousing ejaculation into her mouth. And in exchange she'd got nothing.
A tense sardonic smile crossed Glenda's voluptuous lips as she recalled her vow to deny herself while giving the young boy his own satisfaction unconditionally. It had seemed very noble at the time, but now it struck her as bitterly ironic. It had not occurred to her that once the ordeal was over, once his desire had been sated, her own punishment would only be beginning. For there had been no end to her lust. Through the long hours of the afternoon it had plagued her; it had lingered with her, an almost unbearable gnawing, into the evening and now through the night.
She had no idea what time it was, but she knew it must be very late and she hadn't slept a wink. And the lust was still with her, a fiery ball in her belly, tormenting her, demanding release no matter what she had to do to obtain it.
Glenda sighed again, her eyes moving slowly downward to trace in detail the outline of her generously molded contours beneath the sheet. It barely concealed the fully arched mounds of her breasts so that the rose-tipped nipples showed faintly through the thin fabric, then tapered lightly down over her slender girlish waist to fall teasingly between her parted thighs, faintly outlining the forbidden triangle of her dark-haired pussy.
She yielded almost unconsciously to the temptation to trail her hand down to the half-exposed swells of her breasts, her fingers flicking teasingly through the sheet over her already pertly rigid nipples, the
friction causing them to tingle to even greater tautness. She sighed again, beginning a subtle squirming motion of her naked buttocks on the soft mattress, her breath coming in slow hoarse gusts as she continued to knead and massage the ripely heaving mounds of her breasts. Then,
still without consciously admitting to herself what she was doing, she let her hand venture cautiously beneath the sheet, coursing lightly downward over the warmly sensuous flesh of her belly and the sensitive little hole of her navel. Her own touch prompted little tremors of forbidden delight to course out along her eagerly responding nerve-endings and Glenda trailed her hand even lower, moving it tenderly down into the curling strands of coarse cuntal hair between her thighs.
Then suddenly her body stiffened from the stunning electric contact of her finger on the already sensitively pulsing little bud of her clitoris nestled just at the top of her hair-fined pussy slit, and she realized with horror what she'd been subconsciously contemplating, though even now her mind refused to give the act its obscene name.
Glenda sucked in her breath hoarsely, an unwelcome spasm of longing suddenly darting out from the little bud and saturating deep through her loins and over all her lust-tortured body. For a moment she continued to tweak and fondle her little clitoris, teasing herself as the awareness of what she was about to do swept more vividly over her. With another sigh she closed her eyes, breathing out deeply as she pushed her finger lower between her thighs to slide it right down the pulsating slit of her already desirously moistened pussy.
Then she froze, her eyes opening wide as at last she did mentally confront the obscene act she was about to commit. It was masturbation, unimaginably perverted for a mature and attractive woman like herself to have to resort to. She hadn't done such a thing since she was in her teens, but she had to have some kind of relief if she didn't she was going to lose her mind. And at least this self-manipulation, however depraved, might satisfy her forbidden need to the extent that she wouldn't succumb to the next, even more poignant temptation she knew she would have to face with Jimmy.
At last she moaned softly, her hand beginning to move again, her buttocks jerking spontaneously as she parted her hair-fringed cunt-lips. More strained whimpers issued from her throat as her fingers spread the moisture up and down the tingling slit and began to flick daringly
up inside her pulsating vaginal orifice. Then suddenly with an even louder moan Glenda arched her buttocks up from the bed, at the same time kicking off the sheet to completely expose her naked body. Her thumb moved back into contact with her throbbing clitoris and her middle finger continued to probe teasingly up into the smoothly yielding inner flesh of her cunt until finally, with a distant-sounding wail, she surrendered completely to her need and began a lewd writhing undulation on the bed, finger-fucking with smooth even strokes in and out between her tightly caressing pussy-lips.
A stream of moans and pleadings issued from Glenda's throat as she began to shove her middle finger up into her cunt in earnest. Her eyes were tightly closed, her teeth gritted from the strain as she began to thrash her body in wild contortions of uncontrolled passion. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips as her fingers darted swiftly out of the tightly trembling vaginal opening, her thumb working with maddening effect rubbing the bud of her tautened clitoris. Her face was shining, flushed red, strained, groaning in lust and frustration as she wormed her finger deeper and deeper up into the warmly quivering recesses of her cunt.
She tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long dark hair whipping softly over the nakedness of her shoulders as she further intensified her finger-fucking rhythm. Then she raised her head, gazing in shock down between the trembling swells of her breasts at the obscenely perverted sight of her own finger thrusting lewdly in and out of her hair-lined pussy softness.
Glenda could hardly believe her wanton response to the obscene manipulation of her own fingers in her loins. Her body squirmed and tossed in feverish contortions, and she couldn't quell the perverse thrill the sight of it prompted to course through her. She derived a warped excitement from the very depravity of her act, and now she was determined to obtain her satisfaction and release from the devastating want that consumed her no matter what humiliating act she might have to commit upon her helplessly aroused body to obtain it.
Then even that thought slipped from her mind as her head dropped back to the pillow and she concentrated totally on the lewd finger-fucking of her vagina and began to strain for the still distant relief. Her loins thrust eagerly upward to meet the probing strokes of her middle finger, and the lips of her vagina flowered open to give her even greater access to her yielding cuntal depths. The continued maddening caress of her thumb over her twitching little clitoral bud almost drove her insane with the passion surging up through her loins and breasts as an incessant stream of moans and pleadings issued from her lips. Reality drifted gradually away, replaced by the now vivid dream that it was Jimmy Russell's erect cock violating her vagina rather than her own finger. Then even that illusion faded as the even more devastating passion came at last upon her.
Suddenly Glenda's whole softly perspiring body tensed. She shuddered, moving her finger in a staccato rhythm in and out of her loins, jerking and quivering tirelessly, the deep and distant moans still spewing deliriously from her lips. Then in a sudden whiplash movement her naked body uncoiled, her legs scissoring open and closing frantically on the finger that still fucked swiftly in and out of her passion-sensitized pussy. A moment later she felt the rising tide begin deep in her belly.
A spontaneous contortion racked her voluptuous flesh as Glenda, began to fight and strain for the release she now knew was imminent. Another spasm of obscene delight shook her, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise welling in her loins and she moaned aloud in wanton delirium, drawing her finger completely out of her vagina and concentrating all her frenzied efforts on the rapid stroking of her thumb over the taut little bud of her clitoris.
Then with a deep sigh she shoved her finger savagely back up into the wetly opening mouth of her cunt. Her breasts heaved with her hastened breathing, her naked buttocks jerked frenziedly up and down fro. the mattress as for a few seconds longer she remained in the purgatory of her desperate unfulfilled lust.
Then at last it began, a deep trembling far up inside her loins that surfaced in a volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of sensation that soared through every inch of her nakedly quaking
young body. She further intensified the rapid stroking of her thumb over her turgidly aroused clitoral bud and the frantic finger-fucking in and out of her cunt, her breath rasping in short gasps as she wallowed in the depraved bliss of her self-inflicted climax.
A seeming eternity later, Glenda's buttocks at last sank down against the mattress and she dropped her head tiredly onto the pillow, gasping for breath. She withdrew her slickly moistened finger from her loins, reached down to the sheet and pulled it up lightly over her naked body. For several moments longer the little spasms continued to course through her loins, and she couldn't resist the temptation to stroke, gently now, over the lust-swollen mounds of her breasts. Her eyes closed, and for a moment she drifted very close to unconsciousness and the rest she now so desperately needed.
Then her eyes opened again, and she lifted her head to stare in despair around the empty lamp-lit room. Nothing had been solved, she realized with crushed hope. Her body was temporarily sated, but in obtaining that perverted release, she'd only served to further focus the desire that demanded it. And emotionally she still wanted Jimmy. She knew now that everything he'd said about her had been true, that she had wanted him all along without being consciously aware of it. And at this moment her perverted want was greater than ever before.
CHAPTER SIX
Jimmy Russell watched from the corner of the gymnasium as his friend Kenny, followed by two other freshmen students, made their way across the campus lawn toward the clinic. He turned a vigilant eye to gaze back toward the main classroom building, satisfying himself that no one was watching. Then he looked back just in time to see the three youngsters ducking behind the hedge that ran along the end of the clinic beneath the window to the little examination room where Miss Simmons had sucked his cock yesterday afternoon.
Jimmy chuckled softly to himself as the last of the three boys, Bobby Baldwin, stumbled into the hedge. Bobby, not to mention the third teenager, Terry Phillips, was in worse shape as far as his sex life was concerned than even Kenny.
Bobby was a really nice kid, and that was something the hardened Jimmy would say about few people he had encountered in this world. He was popular among the other kids, a popularity his jovial personality unquestionably merited. But he had two big drawbacks as far as his relationship with girls was concerned. He still hadn't lost his baby fat, which made him look somewhat like a living beach ball, and he wasn't very bright. Terry, on the other hand, would be nice enough looking when he matured and was an intelligent youngster, but he was so hopelessly bashful that he could rarely bring himself to speak to any girls, let alone say the things a boy had to say these days to get one to jump into the sack with him. But Jimmy was pretty sure fucking the school nurse would loosen his tongue. Both boys really did need to get laid, not to mention poor Kenny who had come so close the other day, and Jimmy was only glad he wag going to have this opportunity to broaden their horizons.
Jimmy cast another cautious glance in the direction of the main classroom building, then started in swift strides across the lawn to the entrance of the clinic. He paused outside the door, lifting his hand to knock, then changed his mind. He took a deep breath, hesitating a moment longer, then opened the door and stepped inside.
Glenda looked up sharply, her face blanching at the sight of the handsome brash young boy. She'd been almost certain Jimmy would come back to the clinic sometime today, and she hadn't known how she would face him. She'd dreaded his appearance, yet at the same time longed for it, and though she knew that somehow she had to refuse him today, she could not help but be glad to see him.
"Hello, Miss Simmons," Jimmy said, grinning. He turned and carefully closed and latched the door and then looked back at her smugly. "I thought I'd come by and see ... how you were today."
"Jimmy, I...." Glenda began. Then her voice trailed off. She didn't know how to say what she knew she had to say. It was going to be one of the most difficult things she'd ever done in her life, but somehow she had to break off this affair right now before she lost control of herself completely.
"Jimmy, I have to explain something to you."
"Yes, ma'am?"
"What happened yesterday can't happen again."
"Oh, I know that, Miss Simmons," Jimmy said. "I know you didn't get anything at all out of that. It was really stingy of me. But I won't ever let you do that again without giving you something in return. Sex is a mutual thing, between both people."
Glenda blushed and took a deep breath. She couldn't help an emotional response to what Jimmy had said, and it was going to require all her control to keep it from weakening her resolve.
"It's very considerate of you to say that, but...."
"But what, Miss Simmons?"
"We can't go on like this. I mean ... what happened yesterday was an accident. I got carried away with myself, and I'm not going to let that happen again."
Jimmy looked down at the floor. Glenda could almost have sobbed from the expression of hurt and bitterness that appeared on his face, which he apparently couldn't conceal no matter how hard he tried. He looked up at her forlornly, and she could hardly believe the emotion that showed visibly in his face. For that one moment he seemed to have dropped the mask which he presented to the world, and she saw the real Jimmy Russell a sensitive and compassionate young teenager.
"I ... did like it," Glenda gasped. "I did, but ... I guess I liked it too much, Jimmy. That's why I can't do it again, or anything else like that."
"I don't understand," Jimmy said. He stared at her in silence for a moment, then turned abruptly and started down the hall toward the examination room, leaving Glenda alone at her desk in reception.
Jimmy's grin was diabolical as he walked through the door at the end of the corridor into the small familiar room.
"Jimmy?" he heard Miss Simmons call from the reception room.
The youngster said nothing. For a brief instant his gaze strayed to the window from where, though he could not distinguish their faces, he knew the other three boys were watching eagerly. Then he looked back at the door and again the nurse called his name.
Jimmy still didn't reply. Quickly he unbuttoned and stripped off his shirt. As he stepped out of his shoes he heard the school nurse's footsteps as she rose from behind her desk and started over to the corridor entrance.
"Jimmy?" she called again. Then he heard her footsteps in the corridor growing louder.
Quickly Jimmy wriggled out of his Levi's and jockey shorts. He could only imagine what the three inexperienced boys at the window must be thinking as they watched this, but it was time they learned there was more than one way to get a piece of ass. At last, completely naked, the determined youngster looked down at the throbbing shaft of his lewdly exposed cock. It was hard but not as hard as he wanted it, so quickly he seized his straining shaft and gave it several obscene jerks with his hand to tease it to its full erection just before Miss Simmons appeared in the doorway.
Glenda almost fainted from the shocking sight that greeted her as she stepped into the examination room. She didn't know what she had expected, but it certainly wasn't this. Jimmy had looked so hurt, so wounded, when he'd stalked out of the reception room that she'd suspected she'd find him sulking, perhaps even crying. Instead he was standing in the middle of the room, naked, a lewd mocking grin on his face, his hand wrapped obscenely around the stunningly displayed length of his blood-engorged cock.
Spellbound, Glenda stared at the naked boy. She'd never seen him without his clothes on. Even yesterday when she'd so submissively sucked him off and let him cum in her mouth, he'd been fully clothed. Now the dark-haired young nurse realized that he had one of the most beautiful, flawlessly muscular young bodies she had ever seen in her life. For a moment she was paralyzed by the sight of him, and then she gasped softly, her body stiffening as he stepped toward her.
"No, Jimmy," Glenda stammered, taking a step backward and finding herself pressed against the wall.
"But, Miss Simmons," Jimmy said in a tone that sounded astonishingly sincere. "I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you."
Glenda's lips trembled as she tried to speak but for a moment she was unable to find the words to protest. Her eyes moved with undisguised hunger over Jimmy's naked body, and again she remembered with overwhelming nostalgia the sheer masochistic ecstasy she had experienced yesterday as she had taken his cock in her mouth. And now she wanted him so badly she could hardly stand it. She thought she would die if she had to deny herself now, but she couldn't yield she couldn't have him. She just couldn't!
"No, Jimmy," Glenda said in almost a whisper. "We can't. That's all there is to it. We just can't."
Her breath coming in strained hoarse gasps, the school nurse began to inch sideways along the wall toward the door while Jimmy watched her silently. The teenager knew it was now or never. He had to make his move.
Glenda stared back at the naked youngster with terror, her body trembling as he moved toward her. He extended one of his hands slowly toward her breast, and she pressed herself back tightly against the wall, a soft whimper of protest rising in her throat as the palm of his hand came into contact with one of her already swollen mounds, crushing the brassiere cup hard down against the rounded fullness so that the pressure and friction caused the nipple to prickle instantly to tingling rigidity.
The older woman heaved a deep sigh, her knees almost going weak as Jimmy moved closer to her. Then again her gaze descended to the nakedly pulsing rod of cock-flesh now looming up from his exposed loins to brush lewdly against the softness of her own uniform-skirted thighs as he moved even closer to her. Then suddenly he bounced on to his tiptoes and crushed his mouth eagerly against her sensuously parted lips. His tongue flicked wetly between them before she had time to resist, burrowing deep up into her mouth, as his hand continued to eagerly knead and massage her ripely up-thrust breasts, the sheer titillation already beginning to weaken her resistance.
Glenda closed her eyes, fighting with all her strength against the forbidden electric sensations coursing through her body. She squirmed and writhed in a half-hearted effort to wriggle away from the young boy, but the movement only served to put her body into closer and even more arousing contact with his. The shocking, pressure of his thighs and the building erection of his exposed cock pushing right up against her loins further stimulated her wantonly growing need, making resistance steadily more difficult. She couldn't help herself, she wanted Jimmy so badly she could hardly even force herself to keep in mind the dreadful inevitable consequences if she did surrender. Her body was crying out in desperation; her will to resist was breaking.
Then she shivered as Jimmy drew back slightly and his fingers began to work at the buttons down the front of her uniform, deftly flicking them open to part the white material off the heaving cleavage of her milk-white breasts, pushed up high and tightly together by the restricting cups of her brassiere. The youngster gazed at her with unrestricted confidence, continuing to swiftly loosen the uniform buttons, again pressing his loins against hers and starting to grind his buttocks in a lewd undulating motion of his hips which caused the naked shaft of his cock to prod the hardly protected softness of her own genitals in rapid maddening strokes.
For a few brief moments longer Glenda waged a futile battle against her lust, but she knew from the beginning it was hopeless. She had already let herself go too far, and Jimmy's bold gesture of stripping himself completely naked was all that had been needed to turn the tide. She couldn't resist the beckoning sight of his smooth muscular body, and the contact of his erect cock prodding up between her thighs. Through the thin silk of her panties and the light material of her uniform skirt she could feel it brushing right over the sensitive mound of her pubis. It was more than she could resist! At last she sobbed softly and nodded her head, pushing Jimmy gently back from her, "All right," she conceded. "You win. But this is the last time. Don't ever come back here again."
Through lust-heavy eyes, Glenda saw Jimmy's triumphant smile as she pushed the uniform from her shoulders and let it drop lightly to her feet on the floor. Clad only in her brassiere and panties now, she paused for a moment, a sultry smile coming slowly over her lips, She reached up behind her back and deftly flicked loose the snap of her brassiere, then with a shrug of her shoulders let the straps slip off her arms so it fell away to the floor to completely reveal her ripely straining breasts. They stood up full and proud without the need of artificial support, the nipples swelling even more rigidly with the contact with the air. Glenda couldn't help but note with relish the look of eager appreciation in the youngster's eyes.
Jimmy cast a furtive but nonetheless exultant glance at the window, then looked back with building enthusiasm as Miss Simmons put her hands down to the tight elastic waistband of her panties. He knew he had her now. She'd already passed the point of no return, and after what was going to happen today she'd never again be able to say no to anything he or his friends demanded. Then Jimmy gasped as Miss Simmons' thumbs slipped softly inside her panties to brush teasingly against the warm smoothness of her belly and into the dimly visible strands of her public hair.
Glenda gazed down wantonly at her own almost naked body, her anticipation only building at the lewdly provocative sight of her straining breasts, the pointed goosebumped nipples, her naked belly and the near transparent panties hanging so low on her flaring hips. She toyed for a moment longer with the waistband of her panties, drawing them a half-inch lower down her inviting hips, then hesitated, looking back up through narrowed eyes at the already completely naked boy standing before her.
A soft moan issued spontaneously from her lips as her eyes trailed slowly down his muscular young body and came again to rest on his lustfully throbbing penis standing up in full erection from the thin curls of brown hair at his loins.
Glenda knew there was no stopping herself now. She had gone too far and no matter what happened afterward she was going to have Jimmy. She was going to be fucked like she had never been fucked in her life, and there would be plenty of time tomorrow to lament and worry about the consequences.
A soft smile playing on her lips, Glenda moved past Jimmy and walked over to the narrow clinic bed where yesterday she had sucked his cock. She stood with her back to the bed, her legs growing weak as Jimmy
turned and walked toward her. Then he pressed his own naked body tightly against hers, his breath blowing softly over her hard-swollen nipples as he reached down to seize the tight waistband at the top of her panties, inching them slowly over the clefted cheeks of her buttocks and down the smooth flesh of her belly to teasingly expose the softly curling hair on her flaring pussy mound.
A little shiver of anticipation ran through Glenda's body as Jimmy leaned against her, pressing his face into the wide deep valley of her voluptuously formed breasts, his lips roaming wantonly to make stimulating contact with the throbbing little nipple buds even as his hands slipped down inside her panties from behind. The anxious, boy seized the nurse's clenched buttocks, pulling her loins tightly up against his own so that his erection prodded up harder between her thighs, pressing the panty material with a gentle friction against the softness of her moistening cunt to wrench a whimper of delight from deep in her throat.
Glenda groaned, swaying on her feet. Now she had completely lost her will to resist and she dropped her arms eagerly around Jimmy's back, her fingers exploring hungrily over his rippling muscles as she hugged him up against the firm mounds of her breasts and ground her hips in a sensitive rhythm against the prodding shaft of his cock looming up so obscenely between her thighs.
Jimmy flicked his tongue over one of the hard-swollen nipples of Miss Simmons's breasts, at the same time moving his hands farther down into her panties from behind, prompting a soft whimper from her throat as he trained his fingers along the crack between her ass-cheeks before pushing one up between her thighs to find sharply tantalizing contact with the little hair-lined slit of her pussy.
Glenda's whole body jerked, maddening flutters of desire and need surging through her as Jimmy's fingers stroked up and down along her sensitive cuntal softness She showered wet kisses on his face as he drew the panties downward with his other hand, easing them deliberately off the rounded half-moons of her buttocks and down the length of her thighs. It was going to happen! she thought. In spite of all the
Insanity of it, Glenda was going to have sex with fourteen year old Jimmy Russell. That was probably her last rational thought for the duration of the whole lurid episode.
With a soft moan, the sensuous brunette dropped to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, then reclined slowly backward, her eyes narrowing as she raised her arms up to run her lingers seductively through her long hair and even further arch and accent her ripe, high-set breasts. Then her eyes completely closed, a Soft sigh escaping her lips as Jimmy climbed up onto the bed and lowered his naked body onto her. She whimpered distantly, parting her thighs wide and arching her hips in invitation, a low groan escaping spontaneously from her throat as the youngster dropped between her legs, inserting the lust-swollen head of his cock right up between the soft-haired lips of her cunt and pushing gently forward.
"Oh yes," Glenda purred, shivering in anticipation as Jimmy held himself poised above her. "Yes, Jimmy! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
Propping himself up on one elbow above Glenda's nakedly reciprocating body, Jimmy reached down with his other hand to seize the lust-inflamed hardness of his cock. Bending it downward and then working it slowly back up to brush the blood-engorged head deliberately along the entire length of the school nurse's wetly welcoming pussy-slit, it shoved suddenly right up against the tingling little bud of her clitoris.
"Oh!" Glenda groaned, jerking her hips wildly in her obscene anticipation. "Oh! Ooooh!"
Jimmy hesitated a moment longer, the throbbing tip of his cock pressed hard up against the school nurse's velvety yielding cunt-lips. Then, his own hips quivering, he thrust slowly forward.
Glenda stiffened, her body contorting from the slight pain as the lips of her pussy gave way to let just the throbbing tip of Jimmy's cock-head slip up inside. She gasped, her buttocks sinking downward in retreat from the shocking violation. Then suddenly she shoved her hips eagerly back up, spreading her thighs farther apart to take the palpitating hardness of his cock eagerly into her soft cuntal opening. At the same time Jimmy thrust forward, hearing a low moan issue from the school nurse's lips as the palpitating rigidity of his cock inched and burrowed relentlessly up along the soft walls of her pussy-flesh, forging deeper and deeper until Miss Simmons' quivering body sagged once more onto the mattress and he dropped his full weight down on top of her.
For an extended moment, Glenda lay motionless beneath the young boy, relishing the sheer sensation of at last having his cock embedded all the way in her cunt. She was skewered to the hilt, and she could feel the tight little sac of his testicles nestled teasingly down into the crack of her ass-cheeks against the tiny puckered hole of her anus. For a moment she lay almost still, her hands moving greedily down Jimmy's back to hold him tightly to her. Then slowly she began to writhe and undulate her body in a sensuously trembling rhythm against him.
Little insane ripples of pleasure tingled over every inch of the older woman's goosebumped flesh as Jimmy began to thrust slowly in and out of her pussy in smooth rhythmical lunges, increasing the force of his strokes to penetrate gradually deeper and deeper up into her lust-tortured joins. Craning his neck, the youngster snuggled his face to her high-arched breasts, his tongue flicking wetly over the hard-pointed buds of her nipples as he began to moving faster. He lunged the pulsing rigidity of his cock in deeper and harder strokes up into her softly clasping cuntal tightness, prompting involuntary contractions of the rubbery dampness around his surging shaft as Glenda began to respond.
"Oooooh! Oooohh, yes," the school nurse purred into his ear. "It's good Jimmy. It's so good."
Jimmy grinned triumphantly at the strained face of the beautiful woman contorted in ecstasy beneath him. Miss Simmons was already losing her inhibitions, moaning and sobbing. pleading for more and more. her teeth gritted, her lips bared tightly over them. Her eyes had opened and were bright with her fiery lust, and she lolled her head from side to side on the bed, her buttocks jerking frenziedly in an obscene rolling motion that varied and intensified the friction of Jimmy's twitching rod embedded inside her. She was obsessed, tossing and writhing savagely as her body came totally to life in the wanton spell of maddening electric excitement that had origins deep in her pussy and flowered relentlessly through all her naked womanhood. Jimmy had never seen a girl so hot in his life.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me," Glenda pleaded into the young boy's ear. The profanity coming from her own lips only heightened her perverse enjoyment of the wanton ravishment the young boy was inflicting on her willing body. "Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The school nurse continued to moan and sob without restraint into Jimmy's ear, her hands moving forcefully down to seize his nakedly clenching buttocks and guide his shuddering lunges up into the quivering softness of her belly. She arched her own hips higher and higher off the bed, bucking and tossing wildly beneath the teenage boy, almost pitching him off the narrow bed with the shattering whiplash movements of her body.
Glenda knew she was getting close now. The little shivers of ecstasy were darting through her lust-fired flesh more and more frequently, and reality was rapidly fading in the relentless onslaught of passion. Her body had already been tense as a tightly wound coil with the obscene lust that even the depraved act of masturbation hadn't been able to relieve, and already she was nearing the blissful state of release she so longed for. And she knew the climax wouldn't elude her.
For a few moments longer the incensed older woman tossed and thrashed in frenzy beneath the eagerly fucking youngster. Then suddenly her body uncoiled even more wildly as he rammed his cock with a mighty shuddering lunge deep up into her shivering vaginal channel. The waves of ecstasy began far up in her loins, swelling through her belly and out through the tingling lips of her nipples.
"Ooooh, Jimmy, I'm cumming!" Her climax completely consumed her, blanking her mind to all but the raw sensation of the lunging body and the deeply penetrating cock that seemed to grow even larger in her cunt as the long-awaited orgasm finally burst over her with shattering force.
At about the same time Jimmy lost his own control. He bucked and hunched
wildly above the school nurse, his violent strokes racking her helplessly squirming body with greater and greater intensity as the cum welled up in his testicles and began its mad dash up the throbbing length of his cock-shaft to spew in obscenely squirting droplets into the openly flowered softness of her pussy. He continued his hard staccato thrusting rhythm as she sobbed and whimpered beneath him, soft mewls of submission and gratitude spewing from her lips as she once more showered eager kisses on his face. The boy's triumph now almost complete, his sense of power only heightened by the knowledge that from Outside the window his three friends were witnessing Miss Simmons, every move, hearing her every grateful sob.
Then at last Jimmy felt the school nurse's body sag down against the bed, shuddering softly in spent satiety. Glenda moaned weakly, running her hands tenderly over the teenager's back as he at last began to slacken off, pumping the last drops of his obscene hot sperm into her overflowing loins as his penis began to deflate.
Another little tremor darted through her as she hugged her boy-lover tightly. Then he withdrew with a gasp and rolled off to he on his side next to the exhausted older woman.
Glenda propped herself up on her elbow, her face glowing as she gazed down with all her bursting love and affection at the boy's face.
"That was good, Jimmy," she whispered. "So good. So good." She paused for a moment watching him almost desperately, her tongue flicking from her mouth to moisten her voluptuous lips before she spoke again. "See, Jimmy. I do care for you, and I'm not what you called me yesterday. I know your home life has caused you to distrust and resent adults, but I want you to trust me. Will You, Jimmy? Will you trust me?"
Glenda flinched from the icy gaze with which Jimmy regarded her. Then he grinned.
"Do something for me," he said softly.
"What?" she asked with faint apprehension.
"Just get up and walk over and look out that window."
"But ... I"
"Just do it."
Not understanding, Glenda turned away and got up from the bed. Her body trembling, she walked quickly across to the window. Then she nearly cried aloud as she saw the fat figure of Bobby Baldwin crawling under the hedge. Ahead of him was another boy she couldn't even recognize, and she knew with a sinking heart that not only had they been watching, but Jimmy had known they were there all along.
Then she turned slowly, the tears welling in her eyes as she looked back at the young boy who still lay on the narrow bed.
"Jimmy, what ... is the meaning of that?"
"We'll be at your apartment tonight. Those kids had never had a piece of ass. I think they need a good trusting adult like you to break them in."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Glenda nervously sipped the glass of straight brandy she'd poured herself, watching the clock and waiting in desperation. Jimmy and his friends were due any minute now, and she didn't know how she was going to face the expectant students. She almost never drank, but she did keep a bottle of brandy in her apartment for medicinal purposes. Now she was thankful for it.
This afternoon when Jimmy had sent her to the clinic window and she had seen two of the three boys he maintained had watched their entire act of love-making, the school nurse had felt as if her whole world had collapsed. She hadn't until that moment realized how much she really did care about Jimmy. But though her first considerations upon learning that he had not kept their affair a secret should have been her own safety, her reputation and her job, she'd hardly even thought of those things. She had experienced only the hurt at being betrayed by the young boy she had trusted it was only later that the realization of the broader ramifications of what had happened dawned on her.
The lovely brunette knew her time as school nurse was now inevitably limited. A boy like Bobby Baldwin would never keep a secret. The fact that he had had sexual intercourse with the school nurse would be more than he could be expected to keep to himself, and it would be only a matter of time before the word spread all over the school. Sooner or later Superintendent Rathley was bound to find out, and Glenda knew he would never excuse such behavior. Nor was there any telling how many other boys Jimmy might have let in on what he'd done.
At least one other boy was coming tonight. It could prove to be just about anybody, and Glenda shuddered at the thought that within a few short minutes she would be making her body available to a young boy whose identity she was not now even aware of. But she knew she had no choice. After her intercession on Jimmy's behalf, Superintendent Rathley would be only too glad to believe that she'd had ulterior motives. She would never he able to lie her way out of this predicament, and though submitting to Jimmy's lewd demands would not save her, at least it would postpone her disgrace a disgrace that Glenda would delay at all costs.
One other alternative, however, had occurred to her. She could just leave now without saying anything to anyone, and she did not doubt that it was her patent inability to take that course of action that demonstrated the depths to which she had sunk. Because in spite of everything, she didn't want to go. Subconsciously she still hadn't completely given up on Jimmy. She was going to exploit the remainder of her borrowed time in pursuit of the same perhaps futile goal which had prompted her to begin this whole lurid affair.
Glenda sipped the last of her drink, then started suddenly as she heard the doorbell ring. They were here. She knew it. She was expecting no one else.
After a moment's hesitation the school nurse got up, took her glass to the kitchen, and carefully washed it. She then replaced the bottle in its position on the top shelf of the cabinet and started back out toward the front door. She heard the bell sound again. Though she'd drunk only one glass of the brandy, she could now feel its effect. She was just slightly dizzy. Her head felt light. She only hoped that somehow it would help her get through the ordeal to come.
Glenda stopped at the door and took a deep breath before opening it. Standing on the threshold was Jimmy, flanked by Bobby Baldwin and, just behind them, Terry Phillips and little Kenny Matthews.
Kenny Matthews, Glenda thought, stepping back to let the boys come inside. She should have known. Jimmy had, of course, arranged for what surely would have been Kenny's defloweration by Sylvia Miller in the school auditorium when this whole fateful undertaking had been launched. Had not the school custodian happened by, nothing of what Glenda had experienced during these last few days would have even taken place. Kenny Matthews would have gotten his first "piece" from a girl his own age, and he certainly wouldn't be here now. And Glenda wouldn't be standing helplessly in the doorway before not only Jimmy and the two boys she'd expected, but a third as well.
"Hello, Miss Simmons," Jimmy said, grinning triumphantly as his eyes drifted slowly down the length of Glenda's willowy shapely body, vividly outlined in the tight fitting, buttoned-down-the-front red dress she had selected after considerable thought for tonight's unorthodox reception. Then he started in, Bobby and Jerry close on his heels. Kenny Matthews came through the door last, then closed it carefully behind him. Glenda avoided Jimmy's smirking gaze, staring intently instead at his bespectacled friend. For a moment Kenny's eyes met hers, then the young boy averted his stare ashamedly.
"You've been drinking, haven't you, Miss Simmons?" Jimmy asked, regarding her shrewdly.
Glenda looked back at him nervously. "No. No, Jimmy, I haven't."
"Yes you have," Jimmy said firmly. . "Why don't you give us one too. Jerry here is kind of bashful, you know, and that might help him loosen up a little. And Bobby thinks he's going to be quick on the gun anyway."
Glenda sighed in defeat. It didn't even seem worthwhile to try to resist. "All right. I guess I could use another myself."
"Yeah, good," Jimmy said. "Anyway, it'll go nice with Kenny's stash."
"Kenny's stash?" Glenda looked back at the boy in alarm and disbelief. "Dope?"
Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, Kenny's got some hashish."
"I won't have it!" Glenda said adamantly.
"Get the booze."
"All right, I'll get the booze. But I won't have you smoking that hashish in my house."
Glenda exited quickly, hardly able to believe the helpless position she found herself in, and retrieved the bottle from its hiding place in the cupboard. When she walked back to the living room she stopped short, sniffing suspiciously and recognizing the pungent sweet smell of the hashish Jimmy had mentioned. Then she saw Jimmy hand the shriveled-looking cigarette to Kenny, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before he inhaled it quickly.
"Jimmy, I told you...."
"You can't tell anybody anything now, Miss Simmons," Jimmy said threateningly. "Just shut your mouth and pour the drinks."
Her fingers trembling, Glenda poured herself a glass of brandy and drank it almost thoughtlessly, scarcely even aware of the burning aftertaste. Then the hashish cigarette was passed to Bobby Baldwin, who looked at it incredulously for a very long time.
"Smoke up, Bobby," Jimmy snapped.
Through blurred vision, Glenda watched the plump-faced youngster take a drag from the cigarette. He inhaled the smoke deeply, then was racked by a violent spasm of coughing, but when he looked up again she could see in his eyes that the drug had had its effect. Then Jimmy took his cigarette and passed it to her.
"Here, nurse," he said.
Glenda shook her head, yet accepted the cigarette dumbly as the young boy handed it to her. She lifted it slowly to her lips and took a drag. The smoke was hot and harsh, but she managed to take it into her lungs without coughing. Then she passed the cigarette back to Jimmy.
"I don't feel a thing," she said.
"You will in a minute."
Jimmy smoked again himself as Bobby came over and helped himself to the brandy. Then the smirking youngster passed the cigarette back to Glenda.
"Take another drag."
The alcohol-influenced brunette felt as if she were without a will. She knew she was helpless anyway, in a sense already doomed. And her sense of tragic inevitability lent her a strange feeling of freedom. After all, she thought, what difference did it make what she did now? Jimmy had already betrayed her. She'd already admitted not only him but his friends into the house for the express purpose of having sex with them. She would inevitably be found out Superintendent Rathley would learn soon enough at least part of what she had been doing, and she would be disgraced and dismissed from her job as nurse at the junior high school. So what difference did it make if she let herself go wild tonight? If she were going to be taken by all four of these boys on the same evening, what harm would it do for her to be drugged and drunk half out of her mind? Perhaps, she thought with bitter irony, this would give her an even better basis for communication with Jimmy. After all, weren't his parents respectively a drunkard and a drug addict?
Passively Glenda took another deep drag of the hashish cigarette.
"I still don't feel anything," she said as she withdrew it from her lips and handed it back.
"That's all right," he grinned. "You will. Now ... take off your clothes."
"What?"
"I said, take your clothes off."
Glenda couldn't even believe the look on Jimmy's face. Had he reduced her to that? Did he have no feeling for her whatsoever? He was looking at her and addressing her as though she were a piece of merchandise, a piece of flesh to be taken, used and discarded.
"But Jimmy...." her voice trailed off and her gaze shifted to Bobby Baldwin.
She stared fixedly at the plump-faced youngster. Now he looked like an enormous Baby Huey, and in spite of everything she couldn't control the grin that crept slowly over her lips. The whole thing was just too absurd for belief. It was like a surreal dream, a madwoman's wildest fantasy come true.
Then Glenda shifted her eyes back to Jimmy. "All right," she said, the smile still lingering. "Let me have another drink and then I'll take off my clothes."
Jimmy nodded to Bobby Baldwin, who poured another glass of brandy for Glenda. She drank it down quickly, then let her gaze drift slowly from one boy to the next. She could feel something. She couldn't even be sure whether it was the alcohol, the hashish, or the combined effect of the two, but she felt something. Otherwise she knew she would never have been able to go through with what she was about to do.
Slowly Glenda reached up and began to undo the buttons down the front of her tight-fitting dress. Her eyes still shifting alternately from one eager face to the next, she parted the material teasingly off the lush curves of her erotically stimulated body. It was insane. It was just too insane to believe. But it was happening.
"Who's first?" she asked, trying to sound as bold as she could.
"Kenny's first," Jimmy said "
"Kenny. I might have guessed," Glenda said, staring for a moment longer at Jimmy and then shifting her attention abruptly to the bespectacled youngster, the smallest of the group. At least there was one consolation. Kenny, not to mention Terry Phillips, appeared every bit as nervous as she.
"We don't mean any harm, Miss Simmons," Kenny stammered. "We just ... want to have some fun get ... our first ... you know. But don't mean any harm."
"I know," Glenda said in mock sincerity. Then she looked around again. "And what are the rest of you going to do while Kenny ... ?"
"We're going to watch." Jimmy said.
Glenda paused, halfway done with unbuttoning her dress, and nodded. She had really expected no less. "And then?"
"Then Bobby and Terry."
"And you're last, I presume?"
Not even waiting for an answer, Glenda quickly undid three more buttons down the front of her red dress and pushed the garment easily from her shoulders. She reached her hand up behind her back to the snap of her brassiere, then hesitated.
"What about you? I mean what about you, Kenny?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, ma'am," Kenny said, nervously beginning to undo his own shirt.
Then Glenda's eyes narrowed to mere slits as she flicked loose the snap of the brassiere to let it fall away from her body and completely reveal the voluptuously rounded fullness of her outthrust breasts.
Clad only in her panties, she hesitated again. Even in her numbed state she felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her life, and now she was unable to even meet the leering gazes of the four boys who watched her undress. But in spite of all her shame and humiliation she was aware of an even more poignant sensation a distant yet nonetheless vivid stirring in her loins and belly, a flutter of longing that grew more vivid with each passing minute, and she realized that beyond everything she was excited. The act of stripping naked in front of all these boys at once caused a perverse thrill to dart through her that was completely beyond her own control.
Her breath coming in hoarse strained gasps, Glenda hooked her thumbs into the tight elastic waistband of her panties and drew them slowly downward off the flare of her deeply cleft buttocks to reveal the sensuous dark curls of hair between her thighs and the forbidden pink slit of her pussy nestled so tenderly between them. The intoxicated woman almost lost her balance as she tried to step out of her panties, prompting a harsh burst of laughter from Bobby Baldwin. Then, shamefacedly, she lifted her eyes, but the sight that now confronted her caused a smile to appear on her lips.
"Why, Kenny?" she asked in a teasing voice, her eyes dropping to focus intently on the only half-erect shaft of his already nakedly exposed penis. "What's the matter, Kenny? You don't even have a hard-on!"
"I'll get it up," Kenny said quickly. I promise, Miss Simmons. I'll get it all the way in just a minute."
Even Glenda could hardly believe the next words from her lips. "I'm sure you will, Kenny, and I'll do everything I can to help you." Then she looked around cautiously. "Come on, Kenny. Let's go into the bedroom and leave these boys to their alcohol and dope."
"No," Jimmy said sternly. "You do it here. On the floor."
Glenda's eyes seemed to flare sparks as she glanced suddenly back at him. For a moment she'd almost forgotten her naked and vulnerable state. Then her arrogance faded as Jimmy's leering gaze descended from her face to her naked breasts and gradually dropped lower to her loins. "I'm the M.C., " he said. "Or do you want to stop this show?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want us to leave?"
Glenda's eyes widened as she glanced fleetingly at Kenny, who now watched her with sheer desperation. Then she looked back at Jimmy. "I ... I don't...." she couldn't even say it. At last she cast her eyes downward and hung her head helplessly. It was too late. Now Jimmy's triumph was complete. Not only had she agreed to submit to his demands, she had actually refused his offer to withdraw them. She was going willingly into her ordeal, and the only piece of empty justification she could find for her behavior was that she didn't have the heart to refuse Kenny after he had got so near to losing his virginity for the second time in less than a week. It was a hollow excuse, but all she had left to cling to, a final vestige of self-deceiving pride.
Then her body tensed as she felt Kenny's hand reach out cautiously to touch her arm. Looking back at him, Glenda noted that already his penis was beginning to throb toward a fuller erection and merely the look of gratitude she saw in his eyes was enough reward to make everything she would undergo before this night was over worthwhile.
With a soft moan, Glenda turned to face the trembling youngster.
"Take off your glasses, Kenny," she said softly.
"Yes, ma'am."
Kenny removed his glasses, brushing his almost girlish bangs from his forehead and stooping to place the glasses on the coffee table beside the still half full bottle of brandy. Then, his cock throbbing even more adamantly, he straightened up and turned back to face her.
"All right, Kenny," Glenda purred. "You may make love to me, Kenny."
"Yes, ma'am," the nervous youngster stuttered. "But ... I-I'm not sure I know what to do."
"That's all right," Glenda answered in a soft lusty voice. "I'll show you. I'll show you everything."
She took hold of Kenny's hand, dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor, and pulled the young boy down with her. This must really be the end, she thought fleetingly. She must be sinking to the final depths of degradation. She was about to have sex with a fourteen-year-old boy on the floor, while three more boys, drugged and under the influence of alcohol, watched. And she was in the same shameful state herself and as a consequence was offering not the slightest objection. In fact, she was now beginning to take the initiative.
Then with a soft moan, the naked school nurse reclined on her back, pulling Kenny down on top of her. The youngster's whole body jerked as she reached down and entwined her fingers around the tingling shaft of his now fully erect cock, running her fingers slowly up and down his distended member. At last she bent the rigid rod downward toward the warmth and softness of her own moistening pussy and started to tug gently, urging the still frightened youngster forward.
"Lie on me," she whispered.
The continued gentle stroking of her fingers prompting further twitches of his eager young cock in his rapidly building excitement, Kenny needed no pushing. As embarrassed as he was at stripping naked before three friends, not to mention the school nurse, his excitement was overcoming his shame. He'd come so close to getting laid last Monday, and now he was on the verge again. He just hoped and prayed that nothing would happen this time to prevent him from accomplishing his purpose.
Then to Kenny's complete astonishment the voluptuous brunette nurse kissed him right on the lips, at the same time pulling him down more heavily onto her nakedly inviting body. Her one hand still rested gently on the sensitive hardness of his throbbing cock and the other now moved forcibly up and down his back. Miss Simmons had begun to sensuously writhe her whole drug-sensitized body beneath him, and he could feel the teasing friction of her rigid nipples brushing against his chest as she sucked his tongue hungrily into her mouth, moaning softly and continuing the gentle skimming motions of her hand on his cock.
Then she parted her lips from his and whispered softly into his ear, "Feel my pussy, Kenny. Feel my pussy and get we ready to fuck."
Hardly even able to believe he'd heard correctly, the young student moved his hand cautiously from beneath his own body and let it trail slowly down beneath the school nurse's already widely parted thighs. He heard an even more strained moan issue from her lips as he moved his fingers lightly up along the tautly drawn tendon of her inner thigh, then stroked teasingly up into the softly curling strands of her cunt-hair. Then her body suddenly tensed as his fingers came into direct contact with the already lewdly moistened lips of her forbidden pussy.
"Yes, Kenny," Glenda moaned softly, for a moment forgetting the other boys, concentrating all her efforts on the innocent and naive teenager who mounted her. "Yes, yes!"
Glenda hugged the eagerly trembling boy even more tightly down to her swollen breasts, a spontaneous gasp rising to her lips. She felt his finger moving maddeningly up along the sensitive little slit of her pussy, and almost instantly the moisture began to flow even more freely between her thighs from the tantalizing contact. She groaned aloud, arching her ass-cheeks up off the carpeted floor in even more obscene invitation, then dropping her hand down to Kenny's nakedly clenching buttocks to pull him eagerly toward her vaginal entrance.
Kenny's rigid cock was now resting hard against Miss Simmons's thighs, pressed right up to the sensitively trembling mound of her cunt, and as the nurse flicked her finger between the youngster's clasping ass-cheeks, he lunged suddenly forward with a start. The older woman used her free hand to guide his throbbing cock-head straight up between the tingling lips of her lustfully moistened pussy. Another flick of her finger at the tightly contracted hole of the surprised teenager's anus was sufficient to prompt a second involuntary thrust, so that with a tight little pop the head of his cock slipped easily up into the softly yielding orifice of her vagina.
"Oh!" Glenda moaned from the sudden shocking penetration as she felt her warmly clasping sheath slip wetly over Kenny's pulsing cock-hardness.
His slender penile length slowly burrowed its way up into the velvety dampness of the nurse's cunt, and she let out a low distant sigh as she felt it embed itself to the hilt. As it did so, she was aware of Kenny's tightly stretched little testicle sac dropping lightly down into the tender crack between her own trembling buttocks, causing a shiver to dart from her sensitively puckered anus all the way up her spine.
"I did it!" the youngster gasped heavily.
Glenda opened her eyes, which unconsciously she had unconsciously dosed during the excitement of Kenny's entrance into her now moistly welcoming loins. "What?"
"I did it," Kenny exclaimed. "I've got my first piece!" Then the youngster raised his head, looking sheepishly down at her. "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Simmons."
In spite of her now rapidly building excitement, Glenda couldn't quell the little burst of laughter that rose in her throat. "That's all right, Kenny. That's all right."
"I guess I just didn't believe it would ever happen."
"Well, you're not through yet, Kenny," Glenda said in a lusty voice. "Now, come on and fuck me."
"Yes, ma'am."
Kenny grunted deeply and began to hunch in sporadic jerking movements up between Glenda's thighs. She groaned, starting to undulate her own body in a more sensuous rhythm, trying to use her hands on Kenny's naked buttocks to guide and time the static thrusts of his slender young cock up into her warmly receptive loins, urging him onto smoother, more even strokes.
"Easy!" she gasped. "Take it easy. Fuck me nice and easy."
Kenny tried his best to comply. But fucking wasn't as easy as he'd always thought it would be. Every time Miss Simmons moved beneath him he was afraid he was going to shoot off, and he'd never felt so at a loss for a sense of body rhythm. It was almost as hard as dancing, maybe
even harder. When she contracted her elastic-like cunt-flesh about his cock, he almost lost control completely. But he was determined to give his best effort, and gradually he was able to synchronize his own cautious lunges with the school nurse's more sensuous gyrations. And he knew he was doing better from the way she began to whimper and moan beneath him.
Glenda closed her eyes, drifting gradually into a state of lustful delirium and bliss. She churned her pelvis more rapidly, her legs opening and closing softly about Kenny's naked buttocks. Her teeth clenched and further Purrs of want and submission issued from her throat as she felt the first distant waves of passion beginning to build up from the depths of her burning loins.
"Oh yes," she whispered into the teenager's ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck harder."
She jackknifed her legs up above the youngster's back, forming a straight tight-fitting sheath of her cunt to allow him to ram his incited cock even more smoothly up into the grasping hotness of her belly. She ran her hands eagerly over his back and buttocks, hugging him to her, squirming her voluptuous breasts against his chest, already beginning to strain for the still distant release her lust-crazed body so urgently demanded.
Into her ears now drifted vague snatches of the other boy's conversation, their obscene remarks and their words of encouragement to Kenny, and she was again reminded of the utter sordidness of what she was doing. But she blotted that out, not even caring what they thought or said about her, concentrating totally on the cute young boy who was now ravishing her helplessly surrendered body and pushing all other conscious awareness from her mind.
"Yes, Kenny, yes," she soothed. "You're doing so well!"
Kenny felt an inner pride welling in his chest at those encouraging words from the school nurse. He had been so afraid he wouldn't be able to please a woman when he finally got the chance to try. But he was doing it. He could tell Miss Simmons really liked the way he was fucking her, and that only prompted him to further intensify his lewdly thrusting movements, driving his body harder and harder against hers,
shoving his now hotly tingling cock deeper and deeper ... up into the tightness of her pussy.
Glenda, in turn, was thrashing her body wildly beneath the inexperienced
youngster, straining more and more desperately for the still elusive climax her drug-accentuated desire so urgently demanded. She could feel Kenny begin to further increase the rhythm and violence of his shuddering lunges and she realized that he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. He was going to cum very soon and it would take every bit of sensation she could extract to enable her to attain her own climax with him.
"Hold it back, Kenny," she whispered. "Hold it back as long as You can."
"I'll try," the boy gasped.
For a moment he slacked off, then Glenda again seized his nakedly clenched buttocks to pull him eagerly down into her loins. She arched her own hips higher off the floor, bucking and tossing wildly in her own rapidly building need. The little quivers darting through her flesh began to come More frequently, and she knew it wouldn't take much longer.
But the climax still eluded her, and she knew from the way Kenny shuddered above her that he was really losing control, and she just had to have more sensation, more and more. She thought she would lose her mind if the young boy came before she reached her own orgasm and left her hanging unfulfilled in the throes of passion, and the effects of the hashish she'd smoked only seemed to compound and intensify the poignant threat of frustration hanging over her. She would do anything, anything to make herself cum with Kenny, and in a sudden desperate motion she reached up to seize one of the teenager's hands and pull it down the length of her orgiastically thrashing body.
It was a gesture done only half consciously, as if a subconscious portion of her mind knew exactly what she needed and had gone into action. She bounced her buttocks high up off the floor as Kenny stared at her in complete surprise while she pushed his hand beneath them, guiding his finger right up between her own nakedly clenching ass-cheeks. The shock only increased as she urged him to put a finger against the tightly contracted little hole of her anus, and after a moment's resistance the little opening gave way to admit the prodding finger up inside.
That did it. It was more than Kenny could stand. There was something about it that seemed so dirty it almost drove him out of his mind with his own perverted reaction. So as Miss Simmons groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, flexing the tightly clinging walls of her vagina spasmodically around his throbbing cock, he lost all control.
"Uh-oh," Kenny gasped, his body stiffening.
The look of dismay that flashed suddenly on Glenda's lust-strained face
evolved gradually to an expression of sheer delight as she felt the first distant waves begin in her own loins and realized she not going to be left behind. She screwed her buttocks down violently on the finger
that lewdly penetrated her rectum, the obscene burning sensation only stimulating her now uncontrollable passion even more as she felt the first droplets of Kenny's sperm come shooting hotly into the depths of her cunt.
The wantonly abandoned woman sobbed and moaned, thrashing her head from side to side to whip her dark hair softly about her shoulders as the waves of ecstasy overcame her. She drifted in a sea of unreal bliss, devoid of all but her consuming passion, the sheer taw sensation of the
finger violating her tight little anus, and the twitching cock spurting jet after jet of its obscene sperm up into her ravished loins.
For a few moments she even forgot about the three other boys.
Then at last Glenda's tight-clenched buttocks relaxed exhaustedly down onto the carpeted floor, and she felt Kenny sink heavily on top of her.
Then her body stiffened as she heard Jimmy's voice, "Okay, Kenny. You've had your turn, now it's Bobby's and Terry's."
A little sob escaped from Glenda's throat as Kenny withdrew and raised his head up, looking affectionately down at her face.
"Thank you, Miss Simmons," he said with heart-warming sincerity and gratitude.
"Okay, no touching love scenes please," Jimmy muttered derisively.
Glenda looked up at him shamefacedly, still unable to comprehend his heartless attitude, his total lack of concern for their feelings. With a sinking heart she realized that in spite of everything she'd done to help him and all she'd submitted to for the satiation of his obscene and perverted Just, she'd made no headway whatsoever toward genuine "communication" with Jimmy.
"Terry, you and Bobby come on," he said, looking away from her.
The school nurse's eyes widened. She looked at Jimmy desperately for a moment, then turned her gaze to the two boys who approached, Bobby already beginning to strip off his clothes, Terry right behind him. Gradually his even more shocking intent began to dawn on her.
"But...." she gasped in disbelief. "I ... I don't understand?"
"They're going to take their turn now together."
"Together?" Glenda said in a cracked voice.
"That's right," Jimmy answered triumphantly. "One in your pussy and the other in your mouth. And I don't think they're particular about which goes where at this point."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Glenda watched for a moment longer as Bobby stripped off his clothing and Terry also began to undress. Then the abused brunette closed her eyes, almost ceasing to think entirely and hearing the youngsters' voices only as distant half-real sounds as they debated who would take what position.
The drugged school nurse was beyond disbelieving anything now. In fact, she realized she would have expected nothing less at this stage. What better way could their misguided leader have of degrading her, of displaying her as a mindless Piece Of property, than by giving her to two of the boys simultaneously, forcing her to let them mutually ravish the two respective orifices of her mouth and cunt.
But oddly, she didn't even cam any longer. Now the effects of the hashish and alcohol were really upon her, tempered by the shattering orgasm she'd just experienced, and she no longer cared what happened to her. She just wanted more and more of the lust-inspiring sensation, more and more of the depraved delights of having her body ravished by these eager and inexperienced young boys, and she had no intention of trying to resist, no matter what obscene designs might have entered Jimmy's cunning and perverse mind.
Glenda complied without protest as the two boys followed Jimmy's directions and dropped down to the floor with her and began to push her into position. Their eager trembling hands rolled her over onto her belly, then one of them shoved her thighs up beneath her body so that she was in a kneeling position on the floor, her breasts cushioned down against the rough material of the carpet, her face resting on her arms and her thighs jackknifed beneath her belly to thrust her buttocks high up in the air in defenseless invitation to the youths' obscene lust.
Then as the two teenagers took their respective positions, Glenda had to open her eyes to see which was which, though even that hardly seemed to matter. But Terry Phillips was in front of her, his hard slender cock looming threateningly toward her lips, his bashful eyes looking sheepishly down at her face. And Bobby Baldwin, as she would have realized soon enough from the sagging weight on her back, was going to fuck her from behind in the humiliating dog-fashion position.
Then she closed her eyes again, her body tensing as the chubby Bobby leaned forward from behind. She gasped as she felt the bulbous head of his palpitating penis pressing up between her trembling ass-cheeks to make shocking contact with her already lewdly moistened cunt-lips from behind.
Then the voluptuous young nurse inhaled her breath sharply as the teenager squirmed his hips forward. A low groan emitted from her throat at the disturbing sensation. She hadn't bothered to watch him closely as he had undressed, and she hadn't even noticed the size of his cock. But it was enormous! She had never felt anything like it in her life, and she didn't know how she would ever take it inside her.
Yet somehow just the sheer enormity of the throbbing rod of flesh that prodded so lewdly against her quivering vaginal lips was enough to cause a regeneration of excitement to stir in Glenda's loins in spite of the shattering orgasm she had just experienced.
She wanted it. Large as it was, she wanted it inside her, and with a deeper groan she screwed her buttocks eagerly back, feeling the pulsating head crush through the velvety resistance as the length of Bobby's cock burrowed slowly up into her defenseless pussy flesh. Deeper and deeper it slid until she had taken more than two thirds of the boy's throbbing member up into the clenching tightness of her cunt.
Then as Bobby flexed she opened her eyes wide and found herself staring up at the nervous face of shy Terry Phillips.
"Miss ... Miss Simmons. Please."
For a moment Glenda was too confused to even move. The combination was unreal, almost more than she could comprehend. Behind her was a happy-go-lucky giant, a roly-poly Baby Huey with a penis that, judging from the way it was stretching her own tight little cunt, was bigger than any she had ever seen, even in medical books. Before her was the most reticent youngster in the school, and though she thought it would have broken his heart to hear her say so, his little cock was hardly even a
mouthful. Nor did he have the courage to put it into his allotted orifice in her helpless body, or even to ask her to do so for him. All he could do was whimper her name.
With a soft moan Glenda lifted her head up from the floor, reaching her hand up gently to take hold of Terry's slender cock. She felt the youngster's body tense at the touch of her hand on his sensitive flesh, and she saw the crimson flood over his embarrassed face. Then she made a little purring sound deep in her throat, momentarily interrupted by a groan as Bobby flexed his cock again inside her loins. Managing a sultry smile in spite of the pain-pleasure sensation the larger boy was inflicting on her from behind, she took Terry's rigid young cock between her oval lips, her tongue swishing softly around the sensitive tip.
The shy youngster's eyes widened. He hesitated for a moment, his body quivering with a mixture of tear and excitement as the school nurse softly licked the little glans at the head of his pulsing cock. Then, his fingers trembling, he reached his hands cautiously into her dark hair, holding her face in place as he suddenly lunged his hips forward.
Glenda gave out with a muffled moan at the quiet boy's sudden display of aggression as she felt the slender shaft of his rock-hard cock plunge deeper into her mouth, sliding lewdly along her tongue. Then Bobby groaned behind her, thrusting his own loins eagerly forward and ramming the enormously distended hardness of his own penis even deeper up into the school nurse's lewdly violated vagina.
"That's right, boys," Glenda heard Jimmy shout in encouragement. "Give her hell!"
After that all became a jumble. She heard the two participants and the two observers' further exclamations of excitement and triumph. She felt the motions of the two boys fucking respectively into her mouth from the front and her obscenely ravished cunt from behind, felt the lewdly shocking thrust of their cocks in synchronization mercilessly shoving again and again into her two orifices. She was buffeted helplessly between them, caressed and pawed like a rag doll by their clumsy hands, and she no longer even distinguished which hand belonged to which youngster. It all blended together a surreal montage of lust and humiliation and wanton masochistic bliss.
Behind her Bobby grunted and groaned his obscene excitement at taking the school nurse in the dog-fashion position. He could look down between her two ripely proffered ass-cheeks and vividly detail the shattering entry of his blood-engorged cock into her little hair-lined vagina each time he lunged forward. Just above he got a clear view of the little contrastingly. hairless, puckered hole of her anus, and he thought he had never seen such a forbidden exciting sight in his entire young life. It gave him a raw sense of power to have her in this position before him. He had never in his life dreamed that fucking a woman could be so much fun.
Terry was no less excited by his own experience. His reaction this morning when Jimmy had told him he intended to fix him up with the school nurse had been sheer terror. Terry knew he was too shy around
women to ever get laid on his own. In fact, he had on occasion found himself wondering how he could ever bring himself to try to impose the act of sex upon his wife if by some fluke he ever got the courage to propose marriage to someone when he grew up. But the way Miss Simmons had taken his cock right in her mouth had given him the confidence he needed, and the sight of her groveling before him, sucking him without restraint, thrilled and excited him almost beyond belief.
Jimmy, whose already rigidly erected cock was about to burst out of his trousers, was probably experiencing almost as much enjoyment as he lounged on the couch and watched the school nurse being buffeted helplessly between his two buddies. He couldn't stand people meddling in his private life, trying to make up to him because of what they considered his lousy upbringing. If Miss Simmons hadn't stuck her nose into his business he wouldn't he in school now and he wouldn't be writing that stupid sentence a thousand times a day on the blackboard.
Not that he regretted it, however.
Screwing Miss Simmons and turning her on to his friends had made it worth every minute he spent in the classroom and every line he wrote during those three long hours after the regular school day was over.
Kenny, who had taken the trouble to put on his jockey shorts though there was really no need to dress, watched the continuation of the lewd gang fuck with hardly more than curious interest. He was satisfied right now, and he didn't much care what else happened this evening. But he knew one thing he was going to want some more tomorrow, and the first chance he got he would be right there at the clinic doing whatever he could to convince the school nurse to let him fuck her again.
For a few minutes longer Glenda squirmed and writhed and sucked on the floor between the two boys, but the depraved abuse of her body between them had completely destroyed her resistance and now the new desire that had regenerated itself in her loins was even more urgently demanding release. She had never felt so soiled and degraded in her life, but by the same token she didn't think she had ever done anything so exciting as submitting to the obscene group sex Jimmy had chosen to inflict upon her.
She could feel the electric current flowing between her lust-tortured thighs and she knew it wouldn't be long now before she got the satisfaction she so desperately needed once again. She sucked ravenously on little Terry's hardened cock, hungering for the fresh-tasting sperm she knew was going to come spilling forth any moment from his throbbing little rigidity. She drove her buttocks furiously against Bobby's lunging loins, taking the massive hardness of his oversized penis deeper and deeper up into the tender moistness of her cunt, relishing the raw penetration and the stinging slaps of his loins against her proffered ass-cheeks. She was being used obscenely by the two boys at once, bucked helplessly between them, and she was loving it.
Then suddenly an even more lascivious tremor coursed through Glenda's trembling body as she felt Bobby stiffen behind her, his cock flexing even more rigidly up into her helplessly clinging loins.
"Oh!" he grunted. "I think I'm going to cum!"
"Me too!" Terry gasped in front of her, his hands venturing down to seize Glenda's ears and hold her face buried in his loins as he thrust eagerly into her lewdly violated mouth. Glenda wanted to cry out her own consent, but she was as helpless as if she had been bound and gagged. She could say nothing for the throbbing penis which surged up between her lips. There was no way to communicate her own longing to the two boys who were obscenely taking her but by sucking even more hungrily at Terry's burgeoning rod of flesh and screwing her buttocks in even more eager submission back against the shattering thrusts of Bobby's energetically impaling rod.
Then moments later it began. Bobby slammed into her wantonly squirming body with a powerful lunge that pushed her forward until her face was buried deeper in Terry's loins. At the same instant the first warm-tasting droplets of the young boy's cum came rushing up from his small cock and spewed hotly into her mouth. Glenda sucked lustfully around the jerking penile shaft, making gurgling sounds in her throat as she swallowed to keep from gagging.
Behind her, Bobby groaned as he lost his own control and began to shoot his hot load of semen up into her belly, seeming to tap a secret source of energy that enabled him to rack her kneeling body with an extended series of even more violently shattering lunges as he pumped drop after drop of his obscene cum into the naked depths of the school nurse's pussy.
And as the two boys' simultaneous assault built to a crescendo of frenzy and passion, Glenda felt a fluttering inside her own loins as another even more shattering orgasm engulfed her. The two youngsters continued to rack and buffet the school nurse's body until every ounce of their obscene lust was purged and she quivered and moaned beneath them as hot waves surged through her own limbs, blotting everything from her mind until she almost passed out from the sheer ecstasy.
When at last the two boys sagged tiredly and withdrew from her two violated and cum-soiled orifices. Glenda sank down on the floor on her side. For a moment she almost drifted off to sleep, then she opened her eyes, a tired smile crossing her lips, and watched Jimmy begin to undress.
"Yes, of course," she said softly. "You're going to take me too, aren't you? Aren't you, Jimmy I'd almost forgotten about you."
Jimmy felt his heartbeats hasten at the sight of Miss Simmons lying in total naked subjugation before him on the floor. He knew she hadn't experienced anything like this before in her life. She must never have even dreamed she would ever let herself be screwed by two men, or boys, at the same time. And it was obvious she'd never smoked dope. But Jimmy still had one more surprise in store for her. It was something new to him also, and though he was somewhat apprehensive at the thought of actually going through with it, he was determined. Secretly, he'd always wanted to try it. And he knew it would really blow the school nurse's mind.
Glenda waited in complete surrender on the carpeted floor. She'd never felt so soiled and used in her life, nor so sated. During the ravishment she'd been subjected to first by Kenny, then by the two eager youngsters who'd simultaneously taken her, she'd completely lost track of time. The effects of the hashish were still upon her, now undeniably, and that must have contributed to her loss of perception, at least on a sensual level. For she thought she'd never experienced such rousing climaxes in her life as the two which had come seemingly one right after the other. She'd finally let her body surrender to her lust and ceased her mental resistance to the forbidden masochistic pleasure she received from her wanton degradation at the hands of the three boys who had already shared her.
And now Jimmy, the fourth, was stripping off his clothing, about to make his own lewd triumph complete. And in spite of everything, she could already feel the depraved lust begin to regenerate within her naked ravished loins.
Jimmy tossed his shirt onto the couch and kicked off his shoes, then quickly began to undo his trousers. He could see the gleam in Miss Simmons's eyes, and he knew he would meet no resistance from her no matter what further indignities he wanted to subject her to. Her ripely curved flesh was faintly shining with the thin coat of perspiration beaded over her ram-white skin and he could vividly distinguish the heavy rise and fall of her fully rounded breasts. Her hips seemed to be undulating ever so gently on the floor in renewed anticipation of the continued orgy of lust as she waited naked and prone in complete invitation before him.
Then slowly the youngster dropped his trousers, licking his lips and swallowing hard, feeling his own exposed cock twitch up to an urgently throbbing erection that caused an audible gasp to rise in the school nurse's throat.
"Come on, Jimmy," Miss Simmons; whispered softly, her eyes glossed over from the new want that now completely consumed her.
Glenda couldn't even believe it herself. In spite of everything she'd been through tonight her whole voluptuously revealed body was still on fire with need. If her medical training hadn't taught her better, she'd have believed the hashish was an aphrodisiac.
Then, as Jimmy dropped down onto the carpet on his knees between her thighs, her eyes drifted slowly around to the faces of the three other boys. They looked exhausted, beaten, as sated as she had felt
only moments ago, but in their eyes she could detect a persistent flicker of frenzied lust, and that beyond anything else served at that moment to remind her of the sheer depravity of her actions. But there was no going back. She'd already done enough and submitted to enough tonight that she would never be the same again anyway. And now the sheer perversity of her lewd subjugation only served to whet and intensify her desire. She wanted more and more, more and more. There seemed to be no limits to that need that consumed her.
Trembling with her desperate want, Glenda reached up with both arms to the naked teenager's shoulders and pulled him forcibly down toward her, at the same time arching her hips up higher off the carpet, rotating them in an eager undulating motion as she stretched her thighs wide apart and prepared to receive Jimmy between them.
For the briefest instant, Jimmy was tempted to forget his earlier intentions. The school nurse was ready to fuck she needed no further preparation, and he was so excited from having watched her with the other three boys that he would almost have been satisfied just to stick his cock in and get it over with. But that would have been anticlimactic and, though he hardly thought of it in these terms, would have relegated his own role in the group effort to a position of secondary importance to the roles played by Bobby and Terry.
And Jimmy demanded more of himself than that. This was still his show. He'd earlier called himself the Master of Ceremonies now he was determined to upstage all the other participants, even if the means to achieve that end frightened and shocked him almost as much as it would Miss Simmons.
At the last moment, the youngster resisted the school nurse's attempt to pull him down onto her. Glenda let a low mewling moan escape from her lips, jerking her buttocks in desperation as the rigid cock that teasingly brushed her sensitive inner thighs retreated. Then she opened her eyes wide, staring up at Jimmy without comprehension.
He grinned back down in mocking triumph, half bluff, then let his eyes slowly descent the length of her nakedly glistening body, down between her wide-set breasts and across the smooth flat plane of her belly and down between her thighs where, nestled so invitingly in her curling cunt-hair, he could just distinguish the little pinkly moistened slit of her pussy and, just at the top of it, the tiny rigid bud of her clitoris. Her hair-lined cunt-lips were visibly shining with a combination of the school nurse's freely flowing vaginal juices and the cum that had been pumped up into her loins by the two boys who'd already fucked her, and that thought only compounded Jimmy's hesitance to go through with what he'd planned. But at the same time he knew that factor would make his scheme all the more shocking from Miss Simmons's point of view.
After a moment, Jimmy slid downward along the floor, overcoming Glenda's resistance, then dropped his face eagerly to the up-thrust naked mounds of her breasts. He felt the school nurse's whole body tense at the first contact of his lips and tongue on one of her rigidly swollen nipples. She sighed deeply, dropping her buttocks back to the carpet, then arched her hips upward again as Jimmy slid even lower. His tongue traded a path of fire over the sensitive area beneath her heaving breasts, moving gradually lower down her belly toward the neat little hole of her navel just above the thinly scattered hair of her cunt.
"Yes, yes," Glenda moaned, still not realizing what the young boy intended to do, her hands roving frenziedly over his muscular shoulders, making no effort to prevent the downward movement of his head toward her already obscenely soiled loins.
Jimmy flicked his tongue teasingly into Miss Simmons's tiny navel, prompting an even more strained moan to pour from her lips. Then he hesitated again, taking a deep breath. He could smell the familiar aroma of her pussy, a strange pungent smell that beckoned him like the song of the Lorelei. Now it was tempered by something different and once more he was reminded that two of his friends had already ejaculated in her vagina and that, if he went through with what he planned, he would taste their sperm as well as her cunt juice.
For another brief instant, Jimmy was actually tempted to back out. He had never performed cunnilingus the medical term, unless he was mistaken, for eating pussy but he'd always been curious. He'd thought about it a lot and he'd heard older boys talking about how much women liked it, and it did only seem fair to Jimmy that if a man expected a woman to suck him off, he should be willing to eat her out every once in awhile. But thinking about it and actually doing it were two different things, and it was going to take all the courage he had to go through with the act itself. But if he backed out now, he knew he would lose all respect for himself. He had to go through with it, no matter how much he dreaded it.
Taking another deep breath, the bravado-goaded youth plunged.
Glenda's naked body suddenly stiffened from the sheer sensation as Jimmy's face dropped lower between her thighs. She had never felt anything so exquisitely pleasing in her life as his tongue licking on the sensitive skin of her belly and his longish unkempt hair teasing her tingling inner thighs. But still she hadn't really thought consciously about what he was doing. It was only as she heard Kenny Matthews's sudden exclamation of surprise that the shocking truth suddenly dawned on her.
"He's going to eat her!"
Glenda's eyes, which she'd unconsciously closed, suddenly opened wide. She stared up in shock at the three boys eagerly watching the obscene display on the carpeted floor, then looked down in horror at Jimmy, who had moved even lower between her thighs. And at almost that very instant she felt the sudden shattering contact of his tongue right on the already lewdly tingling bud of her clitoris and she almost passed out from the devastating sensation that darted through her whole naked body. It felt better than anything she'd ever experienced in her life, and in spite of her mental humiliation, Glenda's first impulse was to push the boy's head even lower, to part her thighs even wider to better reveal the forbidden slit of her pussy to his lewdly slavering tongue.
But it was too depraved. She just couldn't permit it. Never in her life had Glenda allowed anyone to do this to her, and the fact that she'd already had sexual intercourse with two other boys only compounded decency's demand that she resist the obscene assault no matter how
badly she might want to yield to it. With a cry of despair, she slipped her hands beneath Jimmy's shoulders and desperately tried to tug him upward.
"No, Jimmy. NO!" Glenda gasped, her whole body writhing in a spontaneous gyration from the maddening assault on her defenseless genitals.
Jimmy closed his eyes, resisting Miss Simmons's attempt to tug him upward with all his might, his head still buried salaciously between her thighs. Now he could really smell the tantalizing fragrance of her naked vagina and the oddly beckoning odor of her loins, and with this close proximity he almost found it frightening. But he had to do it. He had to eat her no matter how nervous the prospect made him, because in the long run he knew that was still the best way to complete his triumph over the older woman.
After another short hesitation, Jimmy dropped his face even lower in spite of all the school nurse's efforts to restrain him. Glenda gasped, her buttocks arching involuntarily and her thighs parting even wider as she felt Jimmy's tongue flick into the curling strands of pussy hair. Then suddenly it whipped right down between her thighs to find renewed contact with the sensitive little bud of her clitoris.
"Oooooooh!" she gasped aloud from the sudden electrifying contact. A shudder darted out from her loins, spreading through her naked belly and up to her swollen breasts and the rigid pink points of her nipples, at the same time moving in the opposite direction down to her thighs and calves and feet until even the tips of her toes seemed to curl and tingle with the obscene titillation Jimmy was subjecting her to.
Then, as she quivered in helpless expectation beneath him, spontaneous moans of unwanted passion pouring from her throat, he moved his hands quickly up the straining tendons of her inner thighs and with a deliberate motion pulled outward on the softly moistened flanges at either side of her cunt to expose even better her pink glistening inner pussy furrow. Groaning hungrily, Jimmy dropped his face back down onto her cunt, swiping the full length of his tongue up into her wildly throbbing little vaginal slit.
A deep whimper burst from Glenda's lips and she jerked her body in a sudden convulsive movement, her buttocks grinding down spontaneously against the carpet to escape the maddening sensation of his depraved attack. Then with a soft sucking of his lips Jimmy drew the throbbing bud of her clitoris wetly between his teeth and caused Glenda to moan even louder from the ecstatic provocation.
"Wow!" Bobby exclaimed, his face flushing red. "Look at Jimmy go!"
"Look at Miss Simmons go!" Terry echoed. "He's driving her out of her mind."
"Yes," Kenny said in a calmer, almost clinical voice. "He's driving her out of her mind."
Glenda stared in horror and dismay at the feverish faces of the three boys. Then she closed her eyes, dropping her head back to the carpet, her hands beginning to sensuously massage Jimmy's shoulders as he continued and intensified his wanton attack on her helpless loins.
"Oooooh! Ooooooh!" she moaned, hardly able to believe the shattering pleasure-darts that surged out from her loins as Jimmy's tongue flicked deeper up to the quivering tightness of her cunt. It felt like nothing she'd ever known in her life, and the limber softness was such a contrast to the exhilarating hardness of Bobby Baldwin's rigid cock that she could hardly bear the renewed and exotic bursts of longing coursing through her lust-tortured loins. And Jimmy was now immersing himself wholeheartedly in the obscene act of cunnilingus, licking deeper and deeper into her tender vagina, sucking harder and harder at the throbbing little bud of her clitoris.
Then, as an even wilder chill shot through her and she closed her thighs around Jimmy's cars to hold his face to her loins, Glenda twisted her body on the floor, her hand reaching down between the young boy's thighs to seize the lustfully swollen shaft of his erect cock. And, hardly even thinking about what she was doing, she began to tug it upward, urging him to reposition himself so that she could reach him, suck him while he was eating her.
Jimmy's moan at the contact of Miss Simmons's hand on his penis was completely muffled down between her thighs, but shocking as it was even to him, he got the idea. He could hardly even believe it. He would never have expected this even from Miss Simmons, but he certainly wouldn't resist.
After another moment's hesitation, he shifted around, never removing his face from between Glenda's loins, and to the excited exclamations of the three boys who watched, Jimmy mounted the school nurse in reverse angle, his face still nestled snugly between her thighs, his own erect cock
pointed right down at her face.
"No, Jimmy," Glenda moaned in complete delirium from the continued licking and sucking of her defenseless pussy. "Fuck me in the mouth!"
In spite of all his pent-up bitterness and aggression, Jimmy couldn't quite resist the surge of appreciation that swelled in his chest as he heard that desperate plea from the school nurse. Miss Simmons really was all right! As much as he hated to, he had to admit it. Then as he lunged his hips suddenly downward and felt her guide the bent-back shaft of his cock straight to her already lewdly moistened lips, he ceased to think on that conscious level. From then on everything was just sheer experience, lust-inspired cause and effect.
He heard the muffled gasp as he rammed his cock brutally down into the school nurse's mouth, feeling at almost the same time the first pre-orgasmic quivers far up in her loins. Continuing his depraved licking and sucking of her cunt, he began to fuck in smooth hard penetration down between the voluptuous lips clinging tightly around his hard cock-shaft, not even bothering to try to control his own lust and knowing without consciously considering it that in Miss Simmons's present state, control wouldn't even be necessary.
Glenda. trembled ecstatically beneath the ruthless assault. Little muffled whimpers poured from her lips as Jimmy drove his cock swiftly in and out between them, thrusting his impaling member in racking strokes all the way down the length of her tongue, the continued attack on her loins destroying any inclination she might have had to resist. She was going out of her mind, the climax already stirring and fluttering far up in her belly, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stop it. Though she'd already done so twice, she was going to cum again! She couldn't help it she was going to cum whether she wanted to or not.
For a few moments longer Glenda quivered and quaked like a disturbed volcano in her wantonly growing passion. She tossed her head from side to side, sucking ravenously on the wildly penetrating shaft of Jimmy's cock. Then as a sudden violent spasm racked her body, the climax began in spite of all her efforts to hold it back.
Another deeply muffled groan issued from her throat and she clamped her inner thighs even more tightly to Jimmy's ears, her naked buttocks pitching frenziedly up from the carpet as the shattering waves poured through her loins. At almost the same instant, Jimmy launched a series of spasmodic staccato lunges up into her mouth, his lust-swollen penis twitching violently and seeming to grow even harder as the fresh-tasting droplets of his cum began to shoot in great hot spurts down her throat.
Glenda continued her body's insane writhing, mewling in wanton abandon as her own release consumed her and the splattering drops of cum shot ceaselessly into her mouth, on and on until finally her buttocks dropped in exhaustion back to the floor and Jimmy sagged down heavily on top of her. She whimpered feebly in protest as he withdrew, then opened her eyes to stare in complete disbelief as he shifted around to lie beside her. Then she almost choked with the lump that rose in her throat as he leaned over and kissed her warmly on the lips.
CHAPTER NINE
Glenda checked her watch, noted that it was almost 2:30 p.m., and closed the uninteresting paperback she'd been trying to read to pass the time. Kenny Matthews would be arriving at the clinic in a few minutes, and the Good Lord could only imagine what obscene act he had in mind to subject her to today. Of all the boys who'd made love to her during the last week and a half, Kenny was far and away the most imaginative. There seemed no limit to the lewd and perverted acts of which he could conceive. One day he'd gotten her to wear a imagine garter belt and a pair of black stockings to school, and she could hardly dream what had gone through his mind as he'd performed cunnilingus and then fucked the school nurse clad in that outrageous apparel.
The attractive brunette sighed. If her relationship with Kenny offered the most variety, it was a different aspect of her affair with Jimmy that was still the final justifying reward for everything she had gone through since this lurid ordeal had begun. Somehow she had even forgiven Jimmy for his heartbreaking betrayal of her original trust.
In spite of all her shame and humiliation at what he had subjected her to that night when he brought his three friends to her apartment, she had persisted in her attempts to communicate with him, physically and emotionally. That was the only way of justifying her own submission and she was finally beginning to get through.
Though he still attempted to maintain his callous exterior, on more than one occasion Jimmy had proved there was a sensitive being beneath the crude facade, and when Glenda's inevitable downfall, already long overdue by her own estimations, did come, she could still consider the whole affair well worth everything she would have to pay for it. Physically she had never been so contented spiritually she had never been so rewarded.
Then Glenda smiled as she heard the soft knock on the door.
'Right on time,' she thought.
"Yes, come in," she called out.
The door opened and Kenny Matthews, loaded down with books, looked inside.
"Hello, Kenny," Glenda said.
The youngster smiled. "Hello."
Glenda stood and walked around the desk, relishing the boy's hungry gaze as his eyes ran slowly down the voluptuous length of her sleek, uniform-clad body. The excited twinkle she noted behind Kenny's thick glasses convinced her she hadn't been mistaken. It was a look she'd come to recognize on sight. Kenny had another perverted fantasy he wanted to make come true.
"What's on your mind today?"
The teenager hesitated for a moment before he spoke, a nervous grin flickering on his lips. "Well, you know this is our first day of freedom?"
"Freedom?"
"Yes ma'am. We finished staying after school and writing that nonsense on the blackboard." The youngster hesitated again, smiling almost bashfully. "I sort of thought ... we might try something different today."
Glenda felt a soft little tingle of excitement in her loins. Kenny's curiosity was insatiable, but she derived a genuine thrill from exploring the numerous variations on the sex act that two people could perform. She had always been pretty much inhibited herself in spite of her medical training, and Kenny was bringing her out of that. And though sometimes their experimentation bordered almost on the depraved, she had still not lost her taste for it.
"All right," she said softly. "What would you like to try today, Kenny?"
"Maybe I'd better show you," the youngster replied.
"All right. Let's go."
Glenda went over and latched the door, then led Kenny down the corridor to the little room at the rear of the clinic where during the past week she'd spent so many delightful hours sampling the forbidden pleasures these young freshmen boys had to offer her. Standing by the bed, she watched the studious-looking youngster with a sultry smile and eagerly awaited his directions.
After but an instant's hesitation he began slowly to unbutton his shirt, and taking that as a cue Glenda began to remove her own uniform. Undressing before Kenny was something she thought she would never tire of. Even now, though she'd revealed her luscious body to him many times during the last week, she felt a forbidden twinge of excitement at feeling his bespectacled eyes wandering hungrily over her incitingly revealed flesh as she shed the uniform and reached up behind her back to unloosen her brassiere.
The eager-teenager wriggled hurriedly out of his jockey shorts. Noting with approval that today Kenny was having no trouble raising a hard-on a problem that hadn't plagued him since that first night Jimmy had brought him and the other two boys to her apartment Glenda sensuously peeled her own near-transparent panties down off the ripeness of her firmly rounded buttocks as Kenny tossed his trousers away.
Then, her breath already coming in hoarse strained gasps, she reclined back upon the bed. Also naked now, Kenny removed his glasses, placing them carefully on the medicine cabinet, and stretched out beside her on the bed.
Glenda purred softly as the young boy brushed his hair out of his eyes and leaned over to kiss her, gently at first, then more hungrily on the lips. A soft guttural moan rose in her throat as she felt one of his hands cup one of her swollen breasts, eagerly massaging the vibrant mound before he trailed his fingers lightly down the sensitive smooth plane of her belly and dropped his hand softly between her thighs.
Glenda arched her body, sucking her breath in hoarsely as Kenny stroked up and down along her tingling little pussy-split and then began to worm his middle finger up into the clasping tightness of her vagina.
For a few minutes longer the teenager continued to tease and fondle the school nurse's cunt, manipulating and building her already keenly accented desire until her voluptuous body was undulating in wanton rhythm on the bed. Then Glenda moaned even louder and opened her eyes, her face beaming as she gazed up at the excited youngster.
"What do you want to do today, Kenny?" she asked in a low, inviting voice. "You said we were going to try something different?"
Kenny hesitated a moment, drawing his finger gradually up the slit of Miss Simmons' now lewdly moistened pussy to stroke teasingly over the rigid little bud of her clitoris.
"I want you to turn over on your stomach."
A look of surprise, perhaps even disappointment crossed her face as Glenda rolled over onto her belly in response to Kenny's request, a little moan of frustration issuing from her throat as he drew his finger out of her tightly resisting cunt with a pop and removed his hand from between her thighs. She gasped again as she felt him touch the ripeness of her unclenched ass-cheeks, trailing his middle finger lightly right down the crack over the little puckered hole of her anus. Then his finger slipped easily back into the moistened flesh of her vagina from behind.
At last Glenda couldn't resist opening her eyes, which she had momentarily closed, to look back in protest at Kenny who lay propped on his elbow beside her.
"But ... Kenny ... we've already done this. You don't want to just fuck me dog-fashion again, do you?"
Kenny waited for an extended moment before answering. He wormed his middle finger to the last knuckle up into the warmly clasping dampness of the school nurse's pussy, prompting her to jerk her buttocks excitedly in spite of her slight disappointment. Then he drew the finger slowly upward to spread the freely flowing moisture of the vagina up over the little membrane that separated her cunt from her anus.
"Not quite. I've got something else I want to try, Miss Simmons."
Glenda felt Kenny's finger press softly down onto the little clenching hole of her anus, spreading the moisture along the tiny puckered slit, then pressing harder so that his finger slipped suddenly up inside to the joint.
The horrible idea suddenly hit her. It was too obscene for words she couldn't believe he was thinking of doing this terrible thing to her. Then a spontaneous groan rose in her throat as Kenny pushed down harder and in spite of all her efforts to contract the sensitive rectal muscles in resistance, the finger wormed slowly up inside her.
"No, Miss Simmons," Kenny repeated hesitantly. "I want to do something else." He took a deep breath, waiting a moment before he added, "I want to fuck you ... in the ass!"
It was true, Glenda thought with horror. There must be no limits to the perversity of the studious youngster's imagination. After everything else he had already subjected her to, Kenny wanted to sodomize her. He wanted to fuck her in the ass!
At almost the very moment Kenny was revealing his lewd intentions to Glenda Simmons in the clinic, Angus Marks, the school custodian who had originally discovered the junior high school's most promising student with Sylvia in the auditorium, was making his way toward the otherwise unused classroom where Kenny and Jimmy had spent their last week
writing on the blackboard. The old custodian grunted, lugging his heavy water bucket in his right hand and carrying several thick cloths in his left. He scowled as he passed through the door and noted that the youngsters had left the last afternoon's writing on the board. Aside from having to wash the blackboard, he would have to erase the mess those boys had left.
"Damn little bastards," the old man muttered in disgust.
He set his bucket down on the floor, selected an eraser, and began to clear off the blackboard. He'd been at this task for a little over five minutes when he stopped suddenly, looking in disbelief at the blackboard where he had erased. Right there in the middle of the repetitive uniform lines was a variation. It had been erased, but he could still see the vague outline of what had been written and the old man could hardly believe what he read.
I'm going to screw Nurse Simmons.
The old man blinked, staring in disbelief. But it was right there, clear enough for anyone who wanted to look closely enough to reed it. Then his gaze shifted quickly over the rest of the blackboard. There, not five feet away, was another even more shocking statement.
Miss Simmons sucked my cock.
The custodian waited a little longer, then dropped his eraser and walked swiftly out the door. Five minutes later he returned accompanied by Superintendent Rathley, who looked as if he had found gold in his own backyard when the custodian pointed out the two obscenely shocking statements he'd discovered on the, blackboard.
Back in the examination room, Glenda still lay on her belly, her buttocks clenched defensively together as Kenny positioned himself on top of her, the hard throbbing head of his rigid penis prodding threateningly right up between her nakedly defenseless ass-cheeks.
"Please, Miss Simmons," the youngster gasped above her. "I've been thinking about it ever since that first night with the other guys at your apartment, when you had me stick my finger in there. I've read
about it in a book. People do it."
In spite of everything Glenda could hardly stop the short burst of laughter rising in her throat. But that laughter did nothing to alleviate her fear and shame as she felt the pressure of Kenny's erect cock increase on the still tightly contracted but lewdly moistening hole of her anus.
"But Kenny," she gasped, finally finding the words to protest, "that's too perverted!"
"No, it's not," Kenny argued. "That's what I read in the book too. It's perverted only if it's used for a replacement to actual sexual intercourse. And this is not a replacement. It's just a supplement."
There was no limit, Glenda thought. There was no limit to Kenny's mental depravity, to his appetite for perversion. He was only fourteen years old, a scant week beyond his first consummated sexual experience, and already he was demanding that she submit to the most unnatural act of sex ever recorded in the history of mankind sodomy. But the most terrible part of all was that in spite of her fear and shame, she too derived a perverse thrill from the thought of subjugating herself in this manner to the cute but obviously depraved boy. It seemed so debasing, so evil, that there was something about it almost irresistible.
Then she groaned again, her head thrashing from side to side as Kenny, now positioned perfectly in the dog-fashion position on the bed behind her, shoved forward harder.
"Aaaaaghhhhh!" Glenda gasped as she felt the head of his cock slip into her forbidden little orifice with a slight pop, and the sudden white-hot pain caused tears to rush quickly to her eyes.
But there was no escape now. It was too late, just as her attempts to resist everything else she'd been subjected to this last week had always seemed to come just moments too late. She couldn't even contract her anus in defense now she could only submit without further vocal protest as the young boy's throbbing cock-flesh surged hungrily upward, ever upward into the rubbery tightness of her perversely violated rectum.
Continuing to sob from her pain and humiliation, Glenda dropped her face onto the mattress as she felt the young boy begin to move behind her, skewering deeper and deeper up between her helpless ass-cheeks until she was completely impaled, his surging young penis buried to the hilt up inside her most secret aperture.
But to her surprise it wasn't as terrible as she had anticipated. The pain was tempered by an even more vivid sensation of pleasure, however masochistic. The raw experience was more than she could resist and her loins were on fire with the lewd impalement between her naked ass-cheeks.
Then as Kenny began to fuck slowly backward and forward against her buttocks, the soft clap of the tight sac holding his cum-filled testicles against the sensitive slit of her cunt offered just enough distraction and contrast that, during those crucial moments of accustoming herself, she was able to bear the pain. And in spite of the burning discomfort, her whimpers of protest were gradually evolving to mewls of sodomistic passion.
Kenny grunted excitedly to Miss Simmons' slowly evolving response. He moved his hand back down beneath her body and up between her thighs from the front to stroke again up and down the slit of her pussy and over the throbbing little bud of her clitoris, the even greater contrast causing her to spontaneously thrust up her buttocks and take his jerking cock-flesh even deeper into her forever distended rectum.
And cautiously the youngster increased the length of his lunges ... Miss Simmons' rectum was twice as tight as her cunt, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to control himself for very long, but he was determined to do everything he could to make her achieve her own climax even by this perverted act he was forcing her to submit to.
And as he began to fuck harder and harder, to unleash the full fury of his lust with his mighty thrusts deep into the tightness of the nurse's contracting anus, he probed his finger even farther into her pussy and began to stroke more rapidly over her sensitively quivering clitoral nub.
Glenda languished in a confused limbo for a few moments longer. The contrast was too powerful, and she could no longer completely sort out the sensation-stimulus the young boy was inflicting on her two
helplessly ravished orifices. At the start she had longed for the ordeal to end, but now suddenly she found her body beginning to demand more and more, even against her will. There was a quality even to the pain that she found irresistibly exciting a perverse appeal to the lewd act that beckoned beyond all control, and her ability to resist was weakening. Then at last in a sudden unwilled gesture she lifted her body up from the bed, pulling her knees up underneath her belly to rock her buttocks backward, the sudden movement almost pitching Kenny off her as she took the length of his throbbing penis even deeper into her tight-fitting anus.
Then Kenny was hardly able to believe his eyes as Miss Simmons turned her lust-contorted face to look over her shoulder at him and groaned in a desperately strained voice. "Yes, yes. Fuck me! Come on, Kenny. Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
That was more than Kenny could handle. An instant later he lost all control. His body quivered, and his loins pressed tightly against Miss Simmons' ripely proffered ass-cheeks. He tried to hold it back but he knew it would he no use, and then he gave out with an even deeper moan as the school nurse began to gyrate her body in a frantic thrashing movement, her anus clasping tightly around the pummeling shaft of his penis, her buttocks waving wildly from side to side to alter the angle and further increase the friction on his sensitive cock-flesh and her own tight rubbery rectal walls.
Glenda sobbed even louder, bucking and tossing in a frenzy of abandonment as the two sensations in her perversely violated nether passage became indistinguishable. She could no longer separate the pleasure from the pain, and her naked body shuddered as the cataclysmic waves of delight began to pour relentlessly over her perspiring flesh.
Behind her Kenny groaned, instituting a staccato rhythm as the hot droplets of cum welled up swiftly from his balls and began to spew obscenely into the depths of the school nurse's wantonly soiled rectum. As he continued his jolting thrusts, Glenda moaned and gasped without restraint from the sheer bliss that consumed her. The slickly spewing semen that flooded her rectum lubricated her back passage until the pain faded completely and there was nothing left except the engulfing euphoria of relief.
Then with a final grunt Kenny sagged down against Glenda's still softly jerking buttocks. Her moans and sobs slowly subsided and his own hoarse breathing found a steadier rhythm. Then into the comparative silence that followed their crescendo of passion and excitement came the sound of brisk footsteps approaching down the hallway.
"I locked it!" Glenda had time to gasp, turning her head in horror to Kenny before the door opened.
Superintendent Rathley was beaming.
"Well, well, well," he said in a jovial voice. "What on earth have we here?"
CHAPTER TEN
The pretty brunette descended from the city bus and walked the short block up the street to her apartment block. She paused at the entrance and took the two letters from her mailbox. One, a bill, she paid no attention to, but the other aroused her interest. It bore a California postmark, and she hadn't been on the West Coast in almost a year. Nor had she been in contact with anyone from there.
Glenda Simmons unlocked the door and went into the apartment building. She hurried up the stairs into her own place, tossing the bill aside onto the coffee table in the living room, and hurriedly opened the other letter.
She could hardly believe her eyes. It was from Jimmy.
Dear Miss Simmons, I never have been much good at letter writing, but I feel like I ought to say something to you after all this time. Kenny and I are in high school now. For some reason Superintendent Rathley decided not to expel us even after all that stuff I wrote on the blackboard about you. I'm really sorry that they found that and caused you this trouble, because it was really a rotten thing for me to do. I still don't know why he let us stay in school, but I guess I'm glad. We've both graduated to high school now and we are being bussed to San Francisco, but it's not too bad. I went out for the Varsity Football Team and am running second string halfback, and Kenny is at the top of the sophomore class scholastically. He its also getting me to hit the books enough to keep my grades up enough so I can play on the team.
Well, like I say, I'm not much for letter writing. But maybe you can figure out what I'm getting at if I don't put it in words very poetic. Thank you.
Yours truly,
Jimmy Russell
Glenda folded the letter slowly, hugging the smudged, scribbled sheet of paper warmly to her full breasts. She felt a lump rise in her throat and tears come to her eyes, but even at that she was able to smile.
It had been worth it. Everything she had gone through had been worthwhile, and she was finally redeemed even for her own misdeeds.
And there was one other thing for which she was really glad. Jimmy and Kenny had apparently never learned why they were not expelled from school at the same time she lost her job. She'd never known such a disgusting lecher as Superintendent Rathley, and her skin crawled at the thought of him pawing around at her helpless body. But she had made the bargain: let Jimmy and Kenny stay in school and she would do whatever he asked.
And now even that obscene act of prostitution was justified.
