A common practice in past times among aristocratic families in Europe was to hire a specially qualified "au pair" to attend the puberty aged boys in the family. Beyond her normal duties, this girl, invariably a voluptuous peasant who could take charge of an unruly youngster with a firm hand and at the same time appeal to his budding sexual urges, was expected to initiate him sexually--not merely take his virginity, but nurture him carefully and teach him how to enjoy himself and satisfy a woman. The practice--which due to loosening sexual attitudes is much less prevalent today--served a triple purpose. Most important, it relieved the boy of having to get his first experience from prostitutes, which before the advent of antibiotics could be a dangerous proposition. Second, it gave the young man a firm and healthy sexual experience to fall back on when he entered the marriage union. Third, it protected his betrothed from his young and inexperienced lusts and in theory made it easier for her to enter the marriage bed a virgin. (Some historians have pointed out that by the same token the practice might have given a number of these fortunate young men just the technique required to seduce and spoil their betrothed).
In more current times numerous sociologists and even more sexual therapists have offered that the most logical mating balance from a purely physical standpoint consists as follows: young woman and older man; young man and mature woman. The logic behind this should be obvious enough. A young man reaches puberty and sexual ability at thirteen or fourteen. By the time he reaches eighteen he is entering his sexual prime (note: sexual prime in this terminology referring to quantity of desire). A woman reaches her prime at thirty. By the same token, young women often require extended coitus and skill to bring them to climax; young men tend toward quicker climax. Mature men develop durability; mature women learn the technique of achieving orgasm with their partner or even before, if he is able to last beyond the initial twitches.
Perhaps a greater argument than either of the above examples is the personal one: Looking back from the vantage point of experience as adults, how many among us would have been grateful to have a beautiful and earthy, voluptuous and experienced young woman to "break us in" when we were thirteen or fourteen years old and bungling through a confusing maze of unanswered questions about the opposite sex?
Author Faye Jackson's explicit new novel drives at the crux of a paradox raised by this third point. A raw, vivid portrait of a beautiful and healthy woman, a nurse at a boy's prep school, who faces contempt and condemnation because she can't control her compulsive lust for the young boys at the prep school where she is employed, it compels reconsideration of many outmoded attitudes.
The publishers think this hard hitting novel is well worth reading and agree wholeheartedly with Faye Jackson's proposal that what we consider compulsion on the part of adult women who crave younger boys may well be another normal desire that has only been labeled perversion. The fact that the heroine must resort to reading homosexually oriented literature as an outlet for her thwarted longings seems a most poignant illustration of the extent to which society can pervert its own healthiest members.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Gwen Dolan's flimsy white nurse's uniform clung tightly to the sensuously rounded half-moons of her buttocks as she climbed into the front seat of her car. It was a gray fall morning, and the humidity in the air made the thin uniform cling revealingly to the softly defined curves of her voluptuous body. She closed the car door and fumbled in her purse for the ignition keys, but she hesitated before starting the car, and sat gazing pensively over the plush green grass of the campus lawn. Behind the class building itself between the two dorms Gwen could glimpse just the corner of the athletic field where the coach and several of the boys from the freshman football team were working out. A soft shiver passed through her body as she observed them; then she abruptly jerked her eyes away and started the engine of the little Volkswagen.
Gwen pulled cautiously away from the curb into the line of traffic and drove the entire length of the main street that ran through the small town to which she'd moved two months ago after accepting employment as nurse for the prep school. Near the edge of town she made a U-turn and retraced her route up the congested main street, then continued past the school. Again she was unable to keep her eyes from straying to the athletic field where the shorts-clad boys were jogging and taking calisthenics. Gwen's nerves were jangled and she wondered how she'd even gotten through the day. She feared some of the more worldly of the boys were starting to get ideas about her, to sense the secret longings she was trying to desperately to control. But in a perverse way their suspicions only excited her more and further weakened her tenuous control on her forbidden cravings.
This time she didn't stop at the edge of town but continued onto the open highway, though she still wouldn't consciously admit her destination.
* * *
By the time Gwen pulled into the parking lot of the little San Jose supermarket the temperature had dropped enough that she was comfortably able to don a light coat which would conceal her nurse's uniform. As an afterthought she also put on the pair of dark glasses she carried in her purse before she entered the seamy little bookstore situated on the corner opposite the market.
Gwen felt a constricting tightness rise in her throat as she stepped through the door of the pornographic bookstore. It was a rectangular affair. Beyond a display window featuring magazines with covers depicting both full-breasted women and well-endowed men in various states of undress, and paperback books apparently selected for their particularly spicy and suggestive titles, was an area of rotary pocket book racks. The customers thumbing through them, reading or merely scanning titles, all paused, glancing with the inevitable surprises at the sight of the sensuously lovely, shapely woman who'd invaded their lurid domain.
Opposite the counter running along the long wall was the magazine section. Here the generally cruder-looking class of readers also paused to glance up at Gwen, only increasing her hesitance. Yet now she felt as if she could not turn back, as if she were driven onward relentlessly by the same undeniable compulsion that had brought her here. Taking a deep, strained breath she descended the steps into the store and continued through the pocket book section toward the rear, passing the magazines featuring naked full-bodied women in lewd and revealing poses, cloaked in salaciously provoking leather or velvet fetish gear, or writhing in wanton copulation with their male partners. Just out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed one colored cover photo of a particularly innocent looking young girl, completely naked, cringing beneath the lash as a masked, hairy man held her pinioned on her belly while another leather-clad woman whipped her nakedly trapped buttocks with a thick black riding crop. Beyond this there was a section of magazines featuring only women in groups of two or three performing an assortment of depraved and disgraceful lesbian acts, and there was even one rack devoted to muscle-bound men lifting weights or basking in flexed-muscle postures in the sun in their jock straps.
Gwen paused before the final magazine rack tucked almost into a cubbyhole at the rear of the store. She knew the magazines in this section had been designed especially to appeal to homosexuals. The covers featured very young boys, many of whom looked hardly older than the boys at the school, whose hygiene Gwen was responsible for. In most of the cover photographs they were naked, or at least their boyish genitals were exposed. And though there was an occasional lusty face among them, most of the cover boys looked as fresh and innocent as youngsters at a Sunday school picnic. Their smiling and innocent young faces were completely incongruous with the nakedly inviting poses in which they'd been photographed, and with these vile and filthy magazines in which they were depicted, and even with the bookstore itself. They were the epitome of youth and innocence that Gwen was unable to resist shamefully longing for. But they were also well-endowed.
Though she wasn't sure of the reason, Gwen assumed it was a legal restriction that forbade the magazine publishers from showing the boys on the covers with erections. But that did little to temper her obscene fascination and craving. The sight of the smooth young cocks dangling neatly from the silken curls of newly sprouting pubic hair caused a forbidden rousing excitement to swell lewdly in her loins.
Gwen hesitated for a moment, a short distance from the rack, her eyes almost tearing with excitement as she scanned the covers. Her heart was pounding wildly beneath her hotly heaving breasts as she took a step closer. Once more she was shamefully aware of the curious, disdainful gazes of the other customers in the store.
But it was always this way when she came here. They could browse all day here with impunity, but because she was a woman, her shopping trip had to be an indecent act, a lewdly humiliating experience which required all her courage before she could bring herself to come. Yet she was an intelligent woman and she knew that deep down inside she must perversely enjoy the debasement they heaped silently upon her. She knew that must be not the least of the reasons she came back time and again.
At last, her fingers trembling with anticipation, Gwen took one of the magazines from the rack and looked more closely at the cover. The boy featured there couldn't have been more than fourteen years old. He had long, curly blond hair and a round baby face, innocent crystal blue eyes and soft, sensuous-looking lips. Though he wasn't thin, his body appeared fragile. The skin was creamy-white the small, almost feminine muscles of his torso gently defined. But his penis was long enough to make Gwen shiver with perverse wonderment, hanging down smooth and sleek from his sparsely haired pubis. Behind him, a river shaded by Eucalyptus gave the photograph a heart warming pastoral setting that beckoned to something in Gwen which seemed rooted even deeper than her perversely compelling lust. This picture of youth and purity, basking in the freedom of nature and beauty, stirred inherent and tender instincts deep in her bosom that made her long for him all the more.
Gwen felt the excitement flower crazily out from her loins and through every inch of her body as she returned her attention to the boy's naked young cock on the cover photo of the first magazine. Then she opened it and began anxiously leafing through and scanning the more explicit photos inside. She wanted to ponder over them, to feast her eyes on the salaciously arousing details of these lewdly shocking pictures, but she didn't dare do it here. The rest of the men in the store were still staring at her in a way that made her shudder, and she felt that some of them had begun to work their way cautiously closer to her.
Gwen closed the first magazine, tucked it under her arm, then hastily selected four more from the rack. She was about to take a quick peek inside another one when she was startled by the high-pitched young male voice behind her: "Daddy?"
"Shhhhh ..."
"Oh!"
A chill went down Gwen's spine. It was a boy's voice, with that special quality little boy's voices have when they are going through the change that accompanies puberty. And she thought this could have almost been the voice of one of the boys in the magazines speaking to her from the page.
Gwen turned just in time to see the dark-haired youngster slip through the back door behind the counter and into the warehouse at the rear of the store. The man at the cash register was still glaring at him. And with shock and indignation Gwen realized what had happened.
The boy must be the son of the proprietor of the store. She was appalled and disgusted to think that a man who owned a place like this, understanding fully its seamy atmosphere, would allow his own young and innocently curious son the run of the sordid premises. Because Gwen was almost certain that it was her presence that had prompted the man to shoo the boy out so suddenly. Otherwise, he would have been allowed to absorb this obscene corruption, to twist his innocent young mind with the unmitigated filth until he took it all for granted as another dirty fact in a dirty life--until that innocence Gwen so loved and desired would have been lost in him forever, replaced by the crude lechery and sexual mania that had obviously already consumed the rest of the customers.
As Gwen stepped briskly to the counter and lay out the magazines she'd chosen, her anger almost overrode the shame and embarrassment she usually felt when she had to undergo the humiliation of paying for the obscene literature--that final admission of her own downfall that matched and surpassed the spiritual demise of the other men who still stared with their lecherous contempt.
But the lewdly challenging decidedly mocking gaze of the bulldog-faced man at the cash register almost melted her. Deliberately he shuffled and reshuffled the magazines to carefully total their price. Yet it seemed only one observed the actual tally sheet; the other lingered salaciously on Gwen's face and breasts, that heaved rhythmically up and down with her strained, excited breathing. It seemed ages had passed before he finally coughed to clear his throat, quoted her the total price, and wrapped the magazines as Gwen fumbled nervously for her coin purse and extracted a five dollar bill.
She almost forgot her change. A cynical voice reminded her and she scooped it up hastily and almost ran the long, endless-seeming gauntlet past the other male customers to the doorway.
* * *
Gwen parked her car in the drive beside the small cottage where she lived several blocks from the school and, clutching the brown-wrapped package protectively to her breast made her way up the walk to the entrance. The cottage itself was scarcely larger than a studio apartment, but comfortably furnished. It amply suited her own needs, as she never had guests. She laid the package, still wrapped, on the coffee table and removed the light coat she'd worn over her uniform. In the full length mirror on the wall, she caught a glimpse of her reflection and turned to gaze for a moment with curious interest down the length of her lushly curved body.
Gwen knew that though she was past her mid-twenties her body still had the ripely bursting curves of a girl in her late teens--high, smoothly-rounded breasts standing firm and proud, a voluptuous 36-C; belly flat and narrow, sloping faultlessly into the cradle of her widely inviting pelvis to the gently rising mound of her pubis; thighs long, lithely formed and downy soft; buttocks tightly firm, undulating promisingly when she walked in spite of all her efforts to the contrary.
Gwen sighed and turned away from the mirror, her eyes again straying to the coffee table before the couch, which also folded out to serve as a bed at night. She felt another shiver of excitement kindle snugly in her trembling loins as she contemplated the lust-inciting contents of the package. Again she was reminded of the lewdly humiliating scene at the bookstore. But it was always that way when she went there. Today stood out in her mind because of the presence of the boy. Once more aware of her anger at that gross example of parental failings, Gwen made a faint-hearted vow she would never go back there again. But the vow only reminded her of a similar vow she'd made in the past in response to another humiliating episode, a vow which, of course, she'd long since broken.
This incident had also occurred, at that time she dreaded most, when she went to the store--when she had to step up to the counter with the lewd merchandise she'd selected and pay the filthy-minded little man who ran the place. On that occasion he'd, as usual, deliberately taken his time, thumbed through the magazine and stared at Gwen with all the luridly humiliating innuendo showing in his eyes. Then he'd nodded with a mocking smile down at the display case beside the cash register. For a moment Gwen hadn't realized what he was referring to. Then she'd seen them. They were thinly disguised dildos, a row of them in assorted shades, lengths and thickness.
"What... are they?" she'd gasped without thinking.
"They're for your vibrator, Miss, attachments," the man had said sneeringly. "And we've got vibrators too."
"I. . . have a . . . vibrator," she'd blurted without thinking.
It was the worst thing she could have said. That day as she left the store it was to the biting guffaws of the other leering customers. They'd all heard.
But two weeks later in a household appliance store she'd found the same oblong, rounded attachments, and she'd bought one.
Gwen hung her coat in the closet and slipped into the bathroom to wash her face. Moments later she emerged, somewhat refreshed, yet with the lingering feeling of shame and humiliation she always had when she went to that store. She sat down on the brown paper wrappings of the package, then quickly shuffled through the magazines to find the one with the cover depicting the blond-headed boy in his nakedly captivating pose against the pastoral setting of the eucalyptus shaded river. Then she opened the magazine and began hastily fumbling through it.
Most of the pictures inside were similar to the one on the cover, yet increasing in explicitness.
Sometimes sections were accompanied by short narratives which gave summaries about who the boys were and how they'd happened to be so candidly photographed with their pants down. Some of the pictures featured more than one boy and near the end of the magazines they showed the subjects performing lewd homosexual acts that made Gwen's skin crawl, yet somehow in their wanton depravity only added to the lusty, perverse thrills that surged excitedly in her as she studied them. Finally she came to a very vivid full-page photograph of the blond cover boy sprawled on his back on the soft green grass of the river bank. Another youngster whose face was concealed was kneeling up between his thighs, holding the blond boy's rigidly erected penis in his hand as he gingerly flicked his moist tongue over the bulbous, red, blood-engorged head.
Gwen paused for a moment, her eyes lingering hungrily on the picture, absorbing every minute detail--not merely the lust-inciting picture of the boy's lust-engorged cock, but the tender and innocent expression on his excited, almost wondering face, his lips moistened in anticipation as he watched the other boy's head lowered between his nakedly widespread thighs; the soft smooth boyish flesh of his slenderly curved shoulders and the gently rippling young muscles of his chest. Her eyes even took in the detail of his slender fingers, clawing at the cushion of grass beside his nakedly squirming body.
Then she shuffled on through the magazine until she came to another series of pictures featuring an even fresher, more innocent looking kid with wavy brown hair and a deeply tanned boyish torso that only accented the milk-whiteness of his naked round buttocks. A warmly tingling thrill fluttered in her loins as she gazed at a frontal nude shot of the boy standing beside the thick round trunk of a redwood tree. Who are the Nature Boys? said a caption in dark print beneath the picture. Tony came to Sea Garden Free School because he was tired of the hung-up, too-straight world of public school back in San Diego. Tony says he likes it here in the woods where he can wander naked in the heartland of nature with his classmates.
In her feverishly building excitement, Gwen let her mind dream that everything she read in the magazine and saw in the lewdly titillating pictures was completely true, that she was being given a behind-the-scenes glance at a different kind of "free" school, where the young boys came to learn first hand about nature. And, she thought, about unnatural acts.
Then she returned her attention to the photographs. In this series, most of them featured the same dark-haired young boy, though occasionally some of the other pupils could be seen in the background.
Gwen squirmed her voluptuously curved hips down excitedly against the couch in response to the teasing sensations that had begun to surge out spontaneously through her loins. She felt the rounded edge of the cushion push the thin material of her nurse's uniform and panties up into the deep crevice between her tightly molded buttocks, and she rubbed her hips gently against it, working the corner of the cushion up between the moistening lips of her vagina. Anxiously she thumbed on through the magazine, then discarded it and selected another. Already she felt a tickling wetness spreading in the softly tingling warmth of her inner thighs, and she parted them wider to gain even greater contact with the cushion.
Feverishly her eyes took in the even more obscenely explicit photographs of the boys in this magazine. A soft, involuntary whimper rose in her throat and unconsciously she lifted one of her hands to her breasts and began gently stroking the softly pliant flesh beneath her arm and caressing the smoothly rounded curves of the upper portion of her full, sensuously heaving breast above the top of the tightly fitting brassiere cup.
The keenly rising sensations that spread from her loins began to break down her mental resistance, letting her imagination flow more freely. She placed herself mentally in the pictures, dreaming that it was she who was performing the lewdly provocative acts they depicted. Her mind bowed in complete surrender before the wildly erotic fantasy that consumed her. Still her fingers unconsciously kneaded the gently pulsating flesh of her swelling breasts and her hips continued their tantalizing squirming down against the cushion of the couch. Then deftly she began to flick open the buttons of the white nurse's uniform.
A deeply heaved sigh escaping her, she placed the open magazine on the glass top of the coffee table and rose slowly. She turned on the small lamp on the nightstand at the end of the couch and turned off the brighter overhead light, and then turned once more toward the mirror to gaze at her reflection, now dimly illuminated by the soft, ironically romantic lighting. A sultry, smoky look in her eyes, she began slowly undoing the remaining buttons, parting the thin white material of the dress to reveal her brassiere-clad, roundly upthrust breasts. Then she pulled it off her shoulders to expose the smooth, sensuously soft white flesh of her torso, the flat plain of her belly and narrow waistline, the loosely clinging transparent panties that hung precariously on the invitingly soft flare of her buttocks. With a gently wriggling motion the young nurse shed the uniform and let it slip easily off her hips and down the length of her lithe, slenderly contoured thighs.
Gwen stepped out of her shoes and kicked the uniform from beneath her feet, gazing lasciviously with her passion-narrowed eyes down the smooth, finely hewn curves of her body.
Already her breath was coming in hoarse, strained gasps, causing the tingling flesh of her breasts to rise and fall rhythmically. Again her hands moved up to caress their lushly straining softness above the tightly constricting brassiere. She pulled the cups away to let her fingers flick inside and brush teasingly across the rigidly rising buds of her nipples. Then anxiously she reached behind her back and with a deft flick of her fingers undid the snap. The cups of the brassiere fell away from the firm high-set ripeness of her voluptuous breasts, which stood up high and proud in the dim light, the quiveringly turgid nipples accenting the smooth cream-whiteness of the luscious mounds. Then they peaked even higher as Gwen lifted her arms above her head to pull out the bobby pins that held in place her long sandy hair and let it cascade freely down over the soft sensitive flesh of her shoulders.
She was almost naked now. Nothing remained but the flimsy panties, garter belt and sheer transparent stockings. Another deeply strained moan swelled softly in her throat, and she reached down and grasped the tight waistband of the panties, stretching and pulling it slowly down over the lushly rounded curves of her dimpled hips, her thumbs pressing teasingly at the softly yielding flesh of her lower abdomen and brushing gently through the silken thin strands of her light brown pubic hair.
Then, leaving the panties to hang constrictively low on her buttocks, the narrow waistband stretched tightly across the soft brown curls of her cunt hair, she moved her hand lower. She stretched at the elastic leg band and flicked her middle finger up beneath it to brush across the now tautly strained tendon of her inner thigh and dart electrically into the soft curls of pussy hair that lined her thinly pulsating cuntal lips. She gasped at the jolting thrill that coursed through her loins at the first tenderly caressing contact of her finger against the moist pink slit of her pussy. With a lewd teasing motion she moved her finger farther up between her quivering thighs and spread the already freely flowing moisture temptingly up and down the soft smooth lips of her vagina until at last the tantalizingly flicking finger came in sudden stimulating contact with the ripe pleasure bud of her clitoris.
Gwen's hips began a lewd undulation in response to the frenziedly teasing motions of her finger up and down the warmly parting cuntal lips and over the hotly tingling clitoris. Once again her eyes strayed to the obscenely provocative picture of her own reflection in the full length mirror. It looked like a performance, the lewdest kind of strip tease act, as if there behind the mirror was an audience she was desperate to please with her depraved demonstration. But of course there was no one. Only Gwen. She was her own audience, and the vulgar sight of herself in this state of near nakedness, with her hand now indecently thrusting up between the softness of her warmly clasping inner thighs to tear aside the passion-moistened crotch band of the wetly clinging panties, only caused her lust to grow, surging from her loins to every fiber of her body, destroying the last remnants of guilt and shame that might have held her back.
Now she eagerly peeled the panties down over her hips, brushing them sensuously against the smoothness of her naked thighs and calves, and discarded them at her feet. She stretched languidly, her eyes still riveted on the delicious nakedness of her fully exposed body in the mirror. A soft shiver passed through her as her fingers stroked the warmly trembling flesh of her inner thighs while she was undoing the stockings from the garter belt and peeling them slowly and deliberately down the smoothness of her shapely legs. Then she removed the garter belt itself and let it fall to the crumpled heap with the rest of her clothing on the floor.
Completely naked, Gwen paused for one last moment before the mirror, her eyes taking in every inch of her wantonly exposed flesh. Again her hands moved to her highly arched breasts, tweaking and taunting the nipples to an even greater and more keenly tingling rigidity. Then she trailed her fingers restlessly down the supple curves of her lower body to brush once again through the soft sparse curls of cuntal hair before finding an even more shattering electric contact with her hotly swollen clitoral bud.
Trembling with the depraved lust that almost completely overcame her, Gwen turned away from the mirror, her fingers still flicking desperately at the sensitively pulsating lips of her hair-lined vagina, and walked across to the bathroom. She had to tiptoe, stretching her naked, lust tortured body to reach into the back of the cabinet behind the Clorox, toilet paper and stack of towels and washcloths where she kept the vibrator hidden. Ironic, she thought: She'd never bothered to hide it until after she'd seen the little dildoes at the bookstore. Before that she'd used it in all innocence to rub her neck and shoulders or massage her scalp. It had never occurred to her that the little machine could have another purpose.
Panting heavily, Gwen went back into the living room, plugged the vibrator into the socket behind the nightstand and placed it on the coffee table beside the stack of magazines. Stretching out in a lasciviously inviting pose on the couch Gwen returned her attention to the lewdly beckoning magazine.
Even in her present state of delirious need she felt a twinge of shock course through her as her eyes absorbed the salaciously provoking photograph. It depicted two or more young, innocent-looking boys. They were both naked, posed in what appeared to be a cheap motel room. One of them lay on his back on the carpeted floor in a posture of open, spread-eagled surrender. His throbbing cock stood out erectly from the dark brown curls of his pubic hair, the skin of his scrotum stretched almost smoothly about his small throbbing testicles. The other boy knelt above him, but the direction of their bodies was reversed--the kneeling boy's loins over his partner's face, his own lips lowered anxiously toward the prone youngster's lewdly up-thrust cock. They were going to suck each other off--both at the same time! And the thought of this wild combination, of not one boy but two, not one cock but two, only compounded Gwen's wildly racing excitement. Then her lust-crazed consciousness seized an even more wantonly stimulating fantasy. She dreamed that she was there with the two of them, sucking one while the other fucked her. She let her mind run feverishly through this depraved dream, visualizing the lurid combinations of their three bodies together, imagining the lewd positions they could experiment with. She saw pictures in her mind's eye, as clearly as she saw the picture of the two boys before her.
Almost without thinking, Gwen reached for the vibrator. She narrowed her eyes and with blurred vision gazed down at the strange looking little instrument. Then she pressed the button and it clicked on to make a soft whirring sound as it began its frenzied, mechanical palpitations. Trembling in lurid anticipation Gwen lowered the apparatus toward her loins. She shivered as it touched the flesh of her inner thighs, then moved it slowly up between them.
"Oooooh!" she gasped at the first shocking contact of the electrically vibrating phallus against the softly fringed lips of her pussy. The jerking motion of the little rubbery dildo was so rapid and subtle it was almost imperceptible to the eye, and yet the keenly taunting sensations that darted through her as it touched against her already hotly quivering loins was almost more than Gwen could comprehend.
Her hips jerked frantically down into the soft cushion of the couch in involuntary retreat from the shocking touch. Then with a low, strained cry she arched her wildly quivering loins back upward as the tiny throbs began their insane pulsing on the tingling bud of her clitoris. She bit her lips to hold back an even louder cry. Then the sensations became more than she could stand, and she had to jerk the mechanism away from her loins, for a moment just holding it poised above her sensuously trembling thighs. She gasped for breath, her hips twitching in anticipation. Then again she pushed the little whirring dildo up between her wide-spread thighs, stroking it against the hotly moistened cuntal lips and letting the tapered tip slip in between the softly clasping tightness and on up into her pussy.
"Oh . .. Billy," she moaned out insanely, seizing the first name that popped into her mind. She imagined it was the boy who was fucking her and not the impersonal white instrument in her hand.
Then she forgot the fantasy, letting her mind become a blank so she was aware of nothing but the lewdly thrilling sensations of the rapidly jerking dildo plunging relentlessly up between the moistened lips of her pussy. She writhed her body wantonly on the couch, her breath coming in harsh, strained gasps. Her hips jerked frenziedly as she assaulted her own loins even more fiercely with the rapidly twitching head of the dildo. Now every fiber of her being began to cry out for satisfaction as the maddenly titillating sensations flooded through her wildly writhing loins.
She had become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched as she thrashed her body beneath the hotly thrusting mechanism in uncontrollable passion. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips as the little rubber penis sank deeper and deeper into the tightly clasping pink opening. Her face flushed red as she began to strain for the still distant climax, groaning in frustration, worming the vibrator deeper and deeper up into the warmly quivering walls of her cunt. She tossed her head wildly back and forth, whipping her sandy hair about her shoulders. The mingled gurgling and moaning sounds in her throat became incessant as she strained.
Then with a louder, more wanton cry she opened her eyes and lifted her head to gaze down the length of her prone, wildly jerking body. She was thrilled by the perverse picture of her own hand holding the vibrator up between her nakedly splayed thighs. Then she turned her head to look again at the picture in the open magazine on the table. Again she seized her lurid fantasy, and began to live it as if it were really happening. The sensations stimulated in her loins by the vibrator took on an air of heightened reality--as if they were prompted by a real live and twitching, palpitating young cock. She tasted the other imaginary youngster's hotly throbbing rod of flesh shoving smoothly in and out of her mouth. Now it was almost as if she could feel it, really there, choking her as it plunged between her widely ovalled lips almost to the back of her throat.
Her body thrashed savagely on the couch, her loins thrusting upward in eager response to the quivering probes of the dildo. The warmly clasping lips of her vagina climbed anxiously up the long smooth roundness to draw it deeper and deeper into her pulsating cuntal depths, and by shifting the position of her hands Gwen was able to alter the direction of the rapidly vibrating shaft so that even as it probed up into her palpitating vaginal flesh she could feel the top of it begin to vibrate teasingly against the tortured bud of her clitoris.
"Oooooh yes, Billy! Deeper! Deeper!" the young nurse purred out her submission deliriously to the lewd sensations coursing through her mechanically ravaged loins. Her toes curled tightly as her legs thrashed wildly into the air. Once more her free hand began to explore the softly quivering flesh of her naked torso, caressing and fondling her voluptuously swollen breasts. Then the fingers danced down her belly, and, arching her loins upward, she slipped the hand beneath her tightly clenching, well-cleft buttocks, parting the tautly rounded half-moons as her middle finger flicked into the crack to spread the moisture that flowed freely down from her hotly stimulated pussy. Tenderly she probed at the tiny puckered hole of her anus, sending new and increasingly stronger thrills racing throughout her tortured young body.
"Oh please!" she whimpered. "It feels so good!"
Continuing to finger the already moistened mouth of her anus, she began to rotate the vibrator in a keenly arousing circular motion around the thickly stretched hole of her cunt. The fiery hot ball deep in her belly screamed for release. Nothing mattered any more but to still this crazily burning hunger. She began to blurt out an incessant jumble of all the vile and filthy words she could think of, pleading even with the machine itself to satisfy the lust in her desire-racked body.
"Oh God," she moaned in final delirium. "Fuck me. FUCK ME HARDER, PLEASE!"
She was almost crying now in response to the maddening unfulfilled sensations that tormented her wildly pulsing loins. Her whole naked body tensed on the couch, quivering; then it seemed to uncoil in a whiplash motion as her legs scissored open and closed, frantically impaled on the wildly fucking little apparatus thrust up between her trembling white thighs. She felt the rising tide begin deep in her naked belly. Shudders racked her as she strained and fought for the release which she now sensed was imminent. Yet still it eluded her, driving her to a state of uncontrollable madness and desire as she floundered for what seemed like an eternity in an unbearable purgatory of unsatisfied craving.
Then an even more desperate cry burst from her throat. She drew the lewdly vibrating dildo almost completely out of her wetly heaving cuntal passage, feeling its staccato rhythm tantalizingly across the tautly swollen bud of her clitoris. Then suddenly she gave out with a louder, more piteous moan, thrusting the pseudo-penis savagely back into the openly welcoming sheath of her wetly clinging pussy, so that only the top of the shaft continued to quiver against her madly throbbing clitoris as the head burrowed far up into her belly.
She screamed in wanton abandon as she dreamed again that the lewdly thrilling sensations surging through her were prompted not by herself working the obscene little apparatus, but by the two young boys in the magazine picture.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she cried again.
Her breasts heaved and quivered with the insane writhing of her nakedly exposed body as she fucked hungrily up against the machine ... Then suddenly she felt it begin. A deep trembling rumble far up inside her loins that surged out in a volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breathtaking tidal wave of searingly indescribable sensation soaring through every inch of her madly aroused flesh. The lips of her widely stretched cunt worked and sucked frantically at the rubber cock fucking up between them, her breath rasping in short frenzied gasps as the powerful, lightning-like sensations jolted her to a sea of bliss.
"I'm cumming..." she cried. "Cumming. I'm cumming!"
The unintelligible cries of her delirium continued as she wallowed lewdly in her mechanically inspired ecstasy, the vibrator still imbedded deeply in her wildly clenching loins. Her other hand flicked hungrily against the softly puckered mouth of her anal opening. She arched her hips up as a series of spasmodic contortions shook her and made her gasp for breath. Then with a final distant sigh she sank back weakly, her fingers searching desperately for the vibrator switch.
She didn't want to withdraw it from her pussy now. She couldn't have stood that. She had to have it still in her, but now the frenzied vibrations were more than she could endure. At last she found the switch and with a whimper of relief she stopped its titillating workings. Gasping breathlessly, she relaxed, her body still twitching in little quivers of bliss as her hand dropped from the vibrator and left it resting in the tightly clinging sheath of her satiated pussy.
For a moment, then, she was aware of nothing. She basked in a nirvana-like sea of joy and ecstasy, of escape and freedom from the deprived craving that had consumed her.
* * *
She must have slept, and the tears that filled her eyes when she awoke took her by surprise. Gwen lifted her head feebly, gazing down the shining sweat-coated flesh of her naked body at her moistly glistening pussy where the vibrator lay with its little fake penis still obscenely embedded in her cuntal opening. Reality returned with an engulfing cloud of remorse. In an impulsive gesture, she swatted the little pistol shaped instrument out from between her thighs, kicking it off the couch as if it were a disgustingly filthy object.
My God, she wondered. What had become of me? She turned her head to glance again at the lewd picture of the two boys in the "sixty-nine" position. It didn't look the same now. With her delirious craving satiated, she saw it for what it really was--a vulgar display of an unnatural act. And she knew there was no room for her in that picture.
She knew also there was no room for her at a boys' prep school. How was she going to continue to hold the rein on her rapidly growing, forbidden lust? She couldn't see how she would make it through the rest of the term. The temptation was too much. She was beginning to break down. Her will to resist was leaving her.
CHAPTER TWO
"Now read the second line from the bottom on the chart," Gwen said tiredly. "Right eye first. You, Bobby."
The youngster shrugged and quickly read off the seven letters on the eye chart. Then with his left eye he read the bottom series and stepped away from the line.
"Now you, Harry."
The boy hesitated for a moment, squinting. "E ... A ... P ... "
"Read the third line from the top. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I can see that one."
The boy read two more lines of the letters in large block print before faltering again. Gwen made a note on his chart and then put the other two boys in the group through their tests. They read the small letters easily.
"Okay, you three can go. Harry, I'm going to have to make an appointment for you with the optometrist. I'm afraid you may need glasses."
"Aw, Miss Dolan. I don't want glasses."
Gwen rose and walked around the desk, the compassion swelling in her bosom as she saw the boy's face suddenly pale. She reached out with her hand and ran her fingers gently through his hair.
"Now, now. Maybe you won't have to have them. Some boys have bad days. Then when they get to the eye doctor they can see fine. Now you run along."
Gwen returned to her place behind the desk as the boy went out. She put the folders for the boys she'd finished testing back into the file cabinet and waited for the next group.
"Oh! Where is it? Somebody help me, I'm blind. I can't see a thing!"
Gwen sighed tiredly as she heard the echo of youthful laughter outside. Johnny Lane, his eyes clenched tightly shut and his face contorted in a grimace, stumbled into the room. Groping blindly with his hands and walking off balance like a very drunken man, he stumbled around the small anteroom. Behind him was Billy Caldwell, his best friend and teammate on the freshman football squad. Gwen pivoted on her swivel chair and leaned down to get the two boys' folders from the file cabinet.
Johnny was still going through his antics, staggering clumsily around the room, moaning and groaning and groping wildly with his hands as Billy continued to shake with laughter.
"All right, Johnny. I can get you an appointment at the optometrist if you want that."
The young, but muscular boy, halfback on the football team, continued the antics a moment longer. Then suddenly he froze in a hunched-over ape-like position, opening his eyes to gawk wide-eyed at Gwen.
"Oh wow! I can see you. Gosh you're pretty!"
In spite of herself Gwen giggled. "That's enough! If you can see me you may be able to see the chart."
Johnny straightened up slowly, his lips breaking into a teasing smile. Even though he was less than fifteen years old Gwen detected a mature, almost chilling leer in his eyes. For a moment he didn't move, his eyes feasting challengingly on the voluptuously curved mounds of her high-set, rounded breasts as defined by the thinly clinging material of her white nurse's uniform. Gwen blushed uncomfortably. She knew that these were two of the more worldly boys in the school, and she'd overheard vague rumors of their goings on with some of the girls in town. But she was so guilt-ridden by her own secret obsession that she couldn't help but fear that when they looked at her like this it was because they sensed what she felt, and knew she secretly welcomed the vulgar attention they paid her.
She was relieved when finally Johnny did turn around and stepped up to the chart to quickly read off the smallest row of letters.
"All right," Gwen said when he finished. "Now you, Billy."
As the other, taller boy stepped up to the chalk line they were interrupted by a brisk knocking on the door and Gwen was hardly able to hide the scowl on her face as the hulking, barrel-chested figure of Ed McClaine, coach of the freshman football team, came in.
"You boys'll do anything to get out of practice, won't you?" the coach said, grinning at the two handsome youngsters. Then he turned to Gwen. "These boys don't have any trouble with their eyesight. Didn't you see Billy throwing those needle threading bullets last weekend against Sacramento Polly?"
"I'm afraid I missed the game," Gwen said.
For a moment there was silence except for the soft sniggering of the two boys. Ed gazed at Gwen with a warm but dim-witted smile that almost made her skin crawl. Then at last he broke the silence. "Are they about finished here? They really should be on the field by now."
"Yes," Gwen said. "They can go." And gladly, if you 'll just go with them, she thought to herself.
"Okay boys. Hustle on now," Ed said.
Billy and Johnny left the room, but as she'd feared, the coach lingered inside the door. Now his eyes roved eagerly over the soft, sensuously defined curves of her body.
"I was wondering what you're doing Saturday night?" he asked finally.
Gwen was beginning to think he would never get the message. She'd been steadily refusing his invitations to go out for the last month and a half. She was about to run out of excuses, and she wondered how anyone could be so insensitive as to keep on the way he had in the face of constant refusal. But unfortunately she had made the mistake at the beginning of the school term of accepting the first time he'd invited her to a movie, but she'd paid dearly for it during an hour's wrestling match with him in the front seat of his car that night after the movie.
"I really can't, Ed."
"What's the matter? You keep stalling."
"I'm not stalling. It's just that I'm very busy."
"You know, Gwen," Ed began hesitantly, a look of dumb sincerity on his face, "I realize I got a little heavy-handed that night after the movie. But well... I thought since you were a nurse . . . and all... you know what I mean."
Gwen glared at him angrily. How could anybody be so stupid? she wondered. How could anybody say a thing like that? It was all too clear what he'd meant to suggest by that bungling remark. It was the same old clich� that had plagued her through her adult life. Men thought that just because a woman was a nurse and theoretically understood the facts of life, that she would hop into bed and spread her legs for any man who asked.
"Would you please tell the next boy to come in," Gwen pleaded, trying to hide her irritation.
"I guess I shouldn't have said that," Ed stammered.
There was another short, uncomfortable silence as he waited, still staring eagerly at the plush curves of her body. Finally he turned and went sheepishly out.
Then a long dark-haired youngster, whose boyish good looks immediately struck a cord in Gwen, stepped through the door.
"My name is Skip Carter. I'm the new guy who transferred from San Jose ..." The boy's voice faded suddenly as Gwen opened a second drawer in the cabinet to take out the medical folder she'd received just a few days ago. When she looked back at the boy he was staring at her as if he'd seen a ghost. His mouth hung slightly open, his eyes wide with shock. Something in his gaze put Gwen completely off balance. It was as if he could see completely through her, and she felt naked and defenseless.
"Why are you looking at me that way?" she said finally in a sharp voice. "Haven't you ever seen a nurse before?"
It was a stupid thing to say, but something had snapped in her. It was as if the whole world had turned suddenly upside down, and the handsomely appealing youngster's gaze was a blatant attack on her and she had to defend herself. He looked at her as though he couldn't believe his eyes; yet there was at the same time an animal excitement in them, and his face was twitching in a nervous tick. She thought he must perceive everything, must see through the facade to know her darkest and most shameful secrets.
"What's the matter with you?" she snapped at last in even greater exasperation.
The boy jerked his eyes suddenly away. His hands fidgeted nervously as he stared down at the floor and walked on up to the chalk mark on the floor.
"Okay," Gwen said, trying to maintain a facsimile of composure in her voice. "I have your file here. Now if you'll please cover your right eye and read the next to the last line."
Without any trouble at all, the boy read the two smallest lines of print with each eye. Gwen scribbled the report on his file and sternly told the young boy he could go. But before he left he looked at Gwen one more time in that same stunned manner.
"You can go," Gwen repeated.
Again he cast his eyes toward the floor and walked slowly out the room. Gwen looked thoughtfully down at the folder and reread the name at the top. Skip Carter. It didn't ring a bell. She knew some Carters, but she couldn't have met this child during her association with them.
She sat for a long time in silence, pondering the strange episode. Now it was hard to even say what had really happened. Looking back on those few short moments as he stood there staring at her, completely dumbfounded by the sight of her, it seemed like something she could only have imagined, something that hadn't really happened at all. It was so poignant, like a moment fetched from a half awaking dream and thrust crudely into the mainstream of time. But. . . could it be possible that somehow this young boy had seen through her? That he had sensed instinctively what lay beneath the facade--the terrible secret she was trying so desperately to conceal?
It seemed nonsensical to believe that. But what other explanation could there be? Gwen pivoted in the swivel chair and replaced the boy's folder in the file cabinet. It was silly for her to think that. And she knew it was more wishful thinking than logical deduction that had brought her to tender the conclusion.
She was beginning to want somebody to see through her. She was beginning to long for the appearance of that gallant catalyst who would come charging into her life on his white steed and break the stalemate of her body and soul. She needed him!
CHAPTER THREE
Skip Carter trudged wearily down the steps into the crowded locker room. Most of the boys were already unsuited and a line had formed at the shower entrance. But Skip was so exhausted after the grueling workout that he'd hardly been able to leave the practice field on his own feet. He was beginning to regret that he'd let Coach McClaine talk him into working out with the freshmen team for the rest of the season even though he wouldn't be eligible to play in the games until next year. Football was fun when you played on sandlots on weekends, but the daily practice grind was more than he'd bargained for. And he was getting knocked around quite a bit. Boys like Billy Caldwell and Johnny Lane could run over you and you'd really know you'd been hit!
But actually it had been the encouragement of those two boys that had finally convinced Skip to go ahead and start working out with the team in anticipation of the next season when he would graduate to the varsity squad. Billy and Johnny were the kind of boys Skip envied and wanted to emulate. During the few days since he'd transferred here, he'd heard enough of their stories about the girls in town and seen enough in their flirting and teasing antics with the female members of the faculty to convince him they were real men of the world.
Skip nudged his way through the crowd to his own locker and tiredly tugged off his practice jersey, then began unlacing his shoulder pads. To add to his weariness, aching muscles and the various bruises that had been inflicted on his body during head-on tackling practice, he had a broken cleat on his left shoe that was causing a painful blister.
As he pulled off the cumbersome shoulder pads, Skip turned to gaze up to the front of the dressing room where Billy and Johnny were kidding around with Coach McClaine. Skip thought the coach was a real swell guy. He liked the way he treated the boys--as if they were men. He could talk to them as comfortably about women as he could about offensive formations, and sometimes he had some real horny stories to tell them.
Skip hung the shoulder pads on the hook in his locker and began undoing his pants. He strained his ears to hear the conversation at the far end of the room.
"So how'd you make out with the nurse this afternoon, Coach?" he heard Billy Caldwell asking.
Skip watched the coach hesitate for a moment, looking back and forth at the two muscular back fielders, both stripped down to their jockey straps as they awaited their turn in the shower.
"What makes you think I was trying to make out with Miss Dolan?" the coach asked.
"Don't kid us, Coach," said Johnny. "You weren't in that big a hurry to get us out on the field."
"Did you make a date with her for the weekend?" prompted Billy.
The coach shook his head.
"'Fraid not. Said she was busy Saturday night." He sighed. "I guess your old boy is slipping."
"I don't think he stuck it in deep enough that first time he went out with her," Billy taunted.
"Or maybe he didn't leave it in long enough," Johnny echoed.
As the two boys guffawed, the coach laughed good naturedly with them. "I'm afraid I didn't get it in at all," he said. He grinned again. "But I came pretty close. Boy, that gal has got the greatest pair of knockers I've ever had my hands on!"
Johnny whistled. "Did you really feel her up, coach?"
"Well, I sure tried."
"Gosh," said Billy. "I always thought nurses really liked to do it. That's what my brother told me. He said if you could get hold of a nurse you could dick her every time--because they know there's nothing wrong with it and they know how to keep from getting knocked up."
"That's what I thought too," said the coach. "But this one's not that easy, I'll tell you right now."
Just within earshot, Skip paused in the unlacing of his football pants, his heart pounding with excitement. Then he strode resolutely down the length of the dressing room toward the shower entrance where the bull session was taking place. During the course of the long day's workout he'd hardly been able to keep himself from telling somebody the incredible fact he'd learned today when he'd gone to the clinic for his eye test. But there hadn't been a good chance to bring it up with anybody. Now the coach and the two boys he most wanted to impress had given him his opening.
But just as he reached the group, two soaking wet boys emerged from the shower and Billy shed his jock strap and started in, followed closely by Johnny. Skip started to call after them. Then he slowed down to a halt as another idea occurred to him. Why share that with them?
By keeping his mouth shut he could use it to his advantage now, and later, when he did let them know, he could really gain their respect. During the few brief seconds it took him to walk back to his own locker the whole plot formulated in Skip's mind. And it was a real jewel. If the school nurse knew what he knew about her--that she made a frequent practice of visiting Skip's father's pornographic bookstore in San Jose, where she bought magazines that were designed to appeal to fags--she would be completely at his mercy. She'd probably even let him fuck her if he played his cards right. She'd have no choice. She couldn't afford to have the whole school know about that!
That sudden surging excitement that welled in him almost made Skip forget his bruises and aching muscles. He'd never fucked a girl, and that had caused him a whole lot of embarrassment since he'd moved into his room in the dorm across the hall from Johnny and Billy. Regular nightly sessions consisted mainly of their stories about which of the girls in town they'd made it with, and Skip had been very much afraid they'd pin him down to relate some of his own experiences. And he just didn't have anything to tell. He knew enough; he'd read almost everything that could be written about fucking in books, but in spite of that he'd never really had the chance to go all the way with a girl and actually stick his cock into her pussy. He didn't know if he could make a lie sound convincing enough for these guys. And the last thing he was going to do was admit to Johnny and Billy that he hadn't ever had a piece of ass. But now if he played it cool he could kill two birds with one stone. He could get himself laid, and not with some wimpy junior high girl, but a real woman--a woman whose good looks Johnny and Billy and even coach McClaine admired. And even the coach himself hadn't been able to get to Miss Dolan.
* * *
Skip slipped away from school during lunch break on Monday and went to the post office to mail the first of the magazine's he'd swiped from his father's bookstore over the weekend. He'd selected seven of the dirtiest "Boy" magazines and sneaked them out while his father was running an errand. He just wished he could see the look on that prissy nurse's face when she opened up this first package and found that naked cock staring at her and read the carefully written note that would accompany it--minus signature or return address, of course.
Skip bought a book of stamps at the window and copied Miss Dolan's address, which he'd taken from the faculty directory, onto the envelope. For good measure he reread his note again, then sealed the envelope and dropped it into the local mail slot.
Whistling, he walked out of the post office and started back up the street toward the school. The plot was moving; now there was nothing for him to do but wait--and of course put the next magazine and note in the mail tomorrow.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gwen was surprised to find the manila envelope in her mail box when she got in from school Tuesday afternoon. Looking at the package curiously she unlocked the door to her cottage and stepped inside. Oddly, there was no return address, but she noted that the stamp bore a local postmark. She wondered who in the world could be sending her mail here in town, as she knew very few people outside of the faculty members at school. But it was probably just some advertising material, she thought.
Gwen tossed the envelope onto the coffee table and went into the bathroom to freshen up. She emerged a few moments later and put a pot of water for tea onto the stove in the kitchen, then sat down on the couch and started opening the envelope.
But suddenly, as she got her first vague glimpse of the lurid contents, her fingers began to tremble and she felt a nervous apprehensive fluttering in her stomach. Sucking in a strained, shocked breath she clenched the torn top of the envelope closed. She didn't want to look, to confirm beyond a doubt what she was already nearly certain of.
For what must have been at least a full minute Gwen sat unmoving on the couch, her knuckles whitening as she wrang the envelope in her hands as if to choke it out of existence. At that moment she almost felt like praying that a miracle would happen, that she would open the envelope again and find that her eyes had deceived her during the first brief glimpse of its contents.
But she knew that couldn't happen. She wasn't mistaken. At last she reached in and extracted the slick, glossy magazine and lay it face up on the coffee table. She stared down with dismay and shame as the tears rushed to her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
"Cutie Boys" was the name of it, written in big letters across the top of the magazine above the picture of a dark complected youngster clad in a sailor's hat and navy pea coat but naked from the waist down, his bell bottoms crumpled in a pile at his bare feet. From the youthful look of his boyish face Gwen thought he would have had to have falsified his age to even get into the navy. Or perhaps the examiners at his physical hadn't bothered to look above the waist. In spite of the shame and horror that gripped her she couldn't help but notice that he had one of the longest, sleekest, most lewdly inviting cocks she'd ever seen in all the magazines she'd looked at. Hanging limply from thin silken curls of his pubic hair, it was far from erect, yet looked to be just stirring in response to a newly awakened desire. It looked as if just after the photo was taken it must have begun its spring to a fully blooming, throbbing erection.
Gwen sobbed with frustration and shame as the full implication of it hit her. Frantically she searched the envelope again for a return address, which she'd known she wouldn't find. Once more she looked at the postmark, confirming what she'd never doubted--that the envelope had been mailed not from San Jose but from here in town. Somebody here knew about her, knew about her terrible secret. And there was only on explanation: It was blackmail.
Then she noted the paper clip which showed at the top right-hand corner of the magazine cover. Opening it she found the note, scrawled in large letters on a sheet of binder paper of the sort the students used at school.
---
Dear Miss Dolan, Here is just a little memento from an ardent admirer of yours. I sure hope you enjoy these dirty pictures a lot.
And I'd like to say I think you 're about the sexiest looking nurse I've ever seen. Miss Dolan, you've got tits a man would almost be glad to get sick for.
Your friend.
---
There was no signature and no return address on the letter. Gwen waited for a moment after the first reading, merely staring down blankly at the large, rather erratic scrawl. Then she read it again more carefully, looking not so much for content but for some sign that would tell her what kind of person had written it.
By the time she finished, she was pretty sure she knew. And it was the worst conclusion she could think of. The letter had undoubtedly been written by one of the boys at school. Beyond the fact of the binder paper there were several giveaways, the most obvious of which was the redundant construction of the phrase "I sure hope you enjoy these pictures a lot." That seemed to capture very well the fourteen fifteen year old jargon used by the boys at school.
The little bastard! Gwen thought, gritting her teeth against the anger that began welling in her. The heathen little bastard! Was he sitting in judgment on her? Did he know about her trips to the store in San Jose, and this the first step in a vicious blackmail scheme? Or could it just be a crudely coincidental prank.
No, she thought remorsefully, looking back down at the picture of the young sailor boy's nakedly exposed penis. It was no coincidence. This was a magazine she could have selected herself. But who had sent it? And how had he found out about her?
Gwen rose and stepped out from behind the coffee table. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, now a picture of degradation and shame.
She felt completely humiliated and helpless. Another sob rose in her throat and she could feel new tears fill her eyes and spill down her already wet cheeks.
Then she bent to retrieve the magazine. The nervous fluttering in her stomach almost nauseating her, Gwen cautiously opened the cover and began to thumb through it, scanning with horror and shame the same kind of pictures she'd driven forty miles and humiliated herself in a lurid ritual to procure. She felt insulted and outraged by the shocking displays in the photographs, but even now she couldn't completely quell the strangely masochistic sensations of longing that were aroused in her.
Then suddenly with an almost frantic sob she closed the magazine and in a rapid whirling motion of her body spun and flung it against the opposite wall of the room. She wasn't going to do that tonight. Not as an outgrowth of this crushing humiliation. She wasn't going to be a party herself to this outrage by masturbating or fucking herself with the electrically driven dildo in response to it.
Gwen had no appetite that night, and she found it almost impossible to sleep. The next day at school she was exhausted, running on the sheer energy of fear. And all through the day she waited on edge for something to happen--the ax to fall. Every time she passed a boy in the hall or on the campus, every time she heard a knock on the door of the clinic, she fearfully dreaded that she would come face to face with the boy who knew her terrible secret.
But nothing happened. There was not a single even during the whole day that could have been considered out of the ordinary, and by the time she left the school shortly after four she was beginning to hope that perhaps it had been only a coincidence, a lewd but excusable boyish prank. And maybe the selection of that particular magazine derived from the fact that the prankster, like the models depicted therein, was a boy.
But when she got back to her house and opened the mail box to find there another brown manila envelope, she knew her hopes had been false. They were serious, whoever it was that had sent the first parcel, and now this one.
* * *
Dear Miss Dolan, I hope you've enjoyed looking at these dirty pictures in the magazines I've been sending you the last two weeks. This is the last one. But I think you'll like it the best of all because it's the dirtiest one in the store.
But wouldn't you like sucking a real cock yourself even better, instead of looking at pictures of these queers doing it?
I'll be at your house at seven o'clock tonight. Tuesday night. I'll expect you to answer the door with your panties in your hand. And I'll be ready myself to give you everything you need. Mine might not be quite as long as the one the boy has on page forty-seven of this magazine, but I keep the girls happy.
Stud.
---
Gwen gave out with a soft nervous laugh as she reread the letter that had accompanied the seventh of the packages she'd received over the period of the last couple of weeks. In spite of the apprehension stimulated in her by the threat that tonight her mysterious tormentor would finally appear in person, the bluntly vulgar terminology of the note caused a familiar lewd thrill to rise in her loins.
She thought the notes which had accompanied the magazines, and which had become increasingly bold and vulgar since the arrival of the first of the parcels, told a lot more about the writer than he imagined. Now there was no doubt in her mind that it was one of the boys at the school. For awhile she thought Billy Caldwell or Johnny Lane, or perhaps the two of them working together, might be responsible. But she'd later rejected that idea. In spite of their crassness and vulgarity, the letters seemed to reveal a naivet� and lack of experience, as if their writer was treating a subject with which he was uncomfortable. And Gwen was reasonably certain that with Johnny and Billy that wasn't the case.
But curiously enough, in spite of the fact that because of the magazines and accompanying notes she'd lived the last two weeks in almost constant fear that she would be exposed, she'd developed an odd appreciation for the author of the cruel joke. The letters exposed an innocence and dawning sexual curiosity so characteristic of boys of the age that so compellingly attracted Gwen. And she hadn't been able to stop herself from hoping that the boy would be as appealing physically as he seemed on the basis of his notes. Beyond all the anger and shame and apprehension that continuously gnawed at her, lurked a bizarre anticipation, a deeply seething and depraved longing that the young nurse was almost loath to admit even to herself. Of course she'd found it impossible to resist looking at the magazines once they'd begun to come. And she hadn't been able to resist her lustful response, either.
A quiver of excitement fluttering in her voluptuously curved body, Gwen recalled that last Monday night she'd finally broken down and succumbed to her perverted desires. With the aid of the vibrator she'd achieved the most wildly satisfying orgasm of her life, and in much less time than she usually required. And as she lewdly masturbated with the dildo attachment, the magazines she'd received at that time spread on the coffee table before the couch, her perversely masochistic excitement had only been heightened by the dread that sooner or later the sender of the unwelcome but obscenely arousing material would eventually appear in person. And in the dream he demanded that she yield her lust-crazed body up entirely to his wishes and forced her to do under pressure all the things she'd always longed to do.
And now the dream was going to become reality, and Gwen didn't know how to react. It seemed no matter what she did she was lost. If she refused to yield to the youngster's demands, under threat of blackmail, she would almost certainly face exposure and a scandal at school she could never live down. But on the other hand, if she submitted as she so desperately longed to do, there could be little hope that a boy this age could be trusted to keep such a secret. In his frame of reference, screwing the school nurse would be a great triumph. She knew she was a sex symbol at school. Any boy who succeeded with such a conquest would undoubtedly brag about it to everybody he knew.
Gwen consulted her watch. It was ten minutes until seven. In just ten short minutes she would at least know the answer to the question that had constantly been in her mind the last couple of weeks. Who was the child who'd discovered her dreadful secret?
Gwen's eyes strayed back to the magazines on the table. Listlessly she picked up one of them and began to shuffle slowly through it. But now she paid only scant attention to the lewdly explicit pictures of the naked boys sucking and fucking and even sodomizing each other. She was too excited, too obsessed with her dread and anticipation to concentrate even on these salacious and shocking photos. And as the time approached, she found herself longing for that dreaded moment when her youthful suitor would finally appear.
But what would she do when he did arrive? How could she face anyone who knew about her shameful compulsion? Gwen closed the magazine and rose, walking around the coffee table to look at herself in the mirror. Nervously she fidgeted with her long flowing sandy hair, smoothing it back out of her face. She heaved a deeply strained sigh that caused her high-set, voluptuously rounded breasts to swell perceptibly against the material of the tight fitting blouse she'd selected after deciding it wouldn't do to confront her tormentor in the nurse's uniform she wore during work hours at school. Then she averted her eyes, crossing her arms across her breasts in a defensive posture.
A shiver shook the nakedness of her body beneath the tight, crimson blouse and short miniskirt she wore with it. Her loins were on fire! A ravenous craving had crept over her almost without her knowledge during the last terrible hour of waiting, of listening to the incessant ticking of the clock above the stove in the kitchen, that seemed to be marking off with resounding rhythm the final moments of a way of life for her. Tonight a transformation would have to take place whether she wanted it or not. Perhaps in spite of everything she would become on the outside what she must always have been on the inside--a wanton whore. A seducer of innocent young boys. She would court disaster as disaster now courted her.
Gwen looked back at the mirror, letting her gaze descend slowly down the length of her tall, smoothly curved body. In spite of the strain she'd been through, she'd somehow managed to look her best for the occasion. The scarlet of the blouse highlighted the rosy color of her own lips and the cream-white hue of her flesh. The short skirt revealed an intriguing amount of the satiny flesh of her smoothly rounded thighs, yet left the upper reaches of their pulsing inner softness to the imagination.
She laughed quietly to herself. She hadn't wanted to consciously admit it, but she'd prepared for the dreaded moment, finally, as a schoolgirl preparing for a big date. Perhaps she should have taken the note literally and greeted the little boy at the door naked with her panties in her hand.
Gwen turned abruptly away from the full length mirror and went into the bathroom. She stood before the mirror above the sink and nervously began running her brush through the softly waving locks of her hair, though there was really no need for this additional primping. She just couldn't bear to sit still and wait. She was too flustered.
After a moment she flung the brush down. Sucking her breath in harshly she stared with glossy eyes at the reflection of her lovely, classically sculptured features, now crimsoned with a lust-incited flush. Who was she kidding? She was acting like a blushing hostess waiting for an invited quest when she should be trying to figure out how to escape from her terrible predicament. But she couldn't stop herself, couldn't quell the hotly rising desire that was swelling up in her loins. She smiled again, lifting her arms to arch her full, firmly-set breasts even more prominently and ran her fingers sensuously through her hair, fluffing it out to give herself a wanton, lusty look.
Then she lowered her arms slowly and glanced again at the gold watch on her wrist. It was five after seven. Maybe he wouldn't come, she thought suddenly. She tried to hope for that, but now the prospect only seemed to increase her anxiety.
Gwen left the bathroom and went into the kitchen to get a drink of water. She drank it hurriedly, a tall glass of cold water from the pitcher in the refrigerator. Then almost immediately she had to go to the bathroom. And now she was reluctant to do that, curiously embarrassed by the prospect. What if he should come while she was sitting on the toilet? What if he heard it tinkling down into the toilet bowl? Would it frighten him? Or excite him? Make him hotter and more demanding of her?
Well, perhaps it wouldn't matter, she had to go under any circumstances. Meeting him with a bursting bladder would be even more uncomfortable. Gwen hurried back to the bathroom and lifted her skirt up the smoothness of her thighs and over the flimsily clinging silk of her panties, bunching it around the narrow flat expanse of her belly. She slipped her panties quickly down over the naked moons of her buttocks and sat perched on the toilet seat, her breath coming in short gasps as she gazed down at her nakedly exposed loins and the even triangle of soft brownish hair nestling so invitingly between the tender smoothness of her velvety thighs.
Then for a moment she couldn't go. She began to squirm nervously on the coolness of the toilet seat, straining, almost in a panic. At last it began, tinkling softly into the bowl. She tried to rush it as much as possible, then hastily wiped herself, a twinge of rising passion shooting through her as her hand brushed teasingly against the sensitively swollen bud of her clitoris nestled at the top of her already hotly moistened cuntal slit.
Then she stood up, drew the panties up over her buttocks, and worked the skirt back down the smoothness of her thighs. She looked at her watch again.
Now it was ten after seven.
"What's keeping the little bastard?" Gwen hissed venomously under her breath as she left the bathroom and began an almost frantic pacing around the living room.
At last she came to a pause before the front window, gazing anxiously out through the blinds. At first she saw nothing. But as she was about to turn away she glimpsed the slight movement of the shadowy figure standing just beyond the fringe of the streetlight opposite her house. Gwen squinted, straining her eyes into the darkness. She began to doubt that the motion she thought she'd seen had been real. Then she saw it again, this time an undeniable movement of the figure of a young boy. And in a moment he stepped into the light.
"Oh my God!" Gwen gasped. "Of course. Why didn't I think of that?"
It was Skip Carter the new boy who had so upset and intrigued her the day he'd come for his eye test. And now it all cleared in her mind. He'd transferred from San Jose public school and she recalled Superintendent Ash remarking that he was somewhat of a problem case--though he hadn't been specific about why. But Gwen thought he'd hinted it had something to do with his family background. The boy had been accepted on a probationary status.
It was all so simple now. She wondered why she hadn't been able to figure it out before. For chrissake she'd even seen him once. He was the son of the owner of the dirty bookstore in San Jose. And now that he was standing directly in the light, gazing across the street almost directly at Gwen's own obscured figure, she saw it all so clearly. Though she'd only glimpsed him that day at the bookstore, she had seen enough that she should have been able to recognize him from behind. Just his dark curly hair should have been enough to give him away.
Gwen caught her breath excitedly as she felt an even keener lust begin to kindle in the hotly pulsing softness of her loins. He was beautiful! He was almost the epitome of her own boyish ideal, nurtured so secretly in her most cherished fantasies. His dark good looks combined with a youthful charisma of sensitivity. During that brief encounter when she was administering the eye test she'd almost been prepared to believe that he was sensitive enough to have felt, without the need of evidence, Gwen's darkest, most shameful secret. Not in her wildest dreams had she been able to hope that her young blackmailer would be so perfectly suited an object of her own wanton cravings. And mingling with the frantically arousing lust that overcame her was a welling of motherly love almost equally profound.
This was the same boy who had so stirred her fierce indignation when she'd seen him at the bookstore. This was that victim of the blasphemous example of parental apathy, and she wanted now from the depths of her heart, with feelings pure as the love of a doe for her fawn, to hug this innocently wronged child to the warmth of her bosom and protect and shield him from all the gross vulgarities of the world.
But at the same time she realized her dilemma was only compounded. If it became necessary, Skip Carter could produce actual evidence against her, witnesses who had seen her often and knew she frequented the seamy little pornography shop in San Jose. Now she could not cling even to the illusion that she might be able to lie her way out of a compromising situation or minimize the impact of a scandal. If she surrendered to her compulsive lust she would have no hope of defending herself against the inevitable repercussions. And by the same token, she now had no defense against any demands the boy might make on her--if blackmail was really his purpose. But she took solace in that thought now. It seemed to secure the doom she must secretly long for.
Gwen waited breathlessly, watching the boy nervously pacing back and forth in the dim light, gazing across the street at her cottage. He took a hesitant step toward the curb, then paused again. Even at this distance Gwen thought she could almost see the nervous trembling of his young body, and that comforted her. At least he wouldn't be arrogant and swaggering and abusive. He must be as much afraid as she was, and perhaps when the inevitable did happen she would somehow be able to frighten him into keeping silent about it.
Then suddenly Gwen felt a heavy sinking in her bosom. She stared with disbelief as the boy abruptly turned and strode away down the sidewalk, out of the circle of light and into the engulfing darkness beyond.
She watched anxiously, waited. But she could no longer see him. Gwen pressed her face against the sharp edges of the Venetian blinds, staring desperately out into the darkness.
"Come back," she whispered. "Come back, what's wrong with you?"
Her heart was pounding furiously now, and still she waited, pressed against the window. The seconds ticked off in her mind, each one like a small, heavily drumming eternity.
And nothing happened. He had been there. She had been ready to surrender to even his lewdest demands. And now he was gone.
"What am I going to do?" she asked herself forlornly, turning away from the window. Trembling she paced back to the middle of the room. She paused there, feeling more helpless and alone than she ever had in her life, with nowhere to turn, no hope of alleviating the cruelly nagging frustration that consumed her whole body.
The suddenly she rushed to the door and opened it and stepped out into the dimly glowing yellow light on the porch. After a moment she sighed, clasping her hands together in despair, and turned and walked back into the gloomy, lonely house.
He was gone and she knew he wasn't coming back. He must have been too afraid. The imaginative and ruthless gambit on which he'd embarked and had not been able to go through with only confirmed in Gwen's mind the existence in him of the innocence she so dearly cherished. What he had proposed must have been as big and daring a step for him as it would have been for her. He might even be a virgin, she thought.
Gwen choked back the tears of bitter disappointment, feeling a painful lump rise in her throat. She gazed forlornly about the small cramped room. She had been built up to such a state of excitement that the letdown was almost more than she could bear.
She had to get out of here, she realized. Something had to happen tonight. She couldn't sit here alone, looking at those pictures again and finger-fucking herself or shamefully masturbating with the vibrator. After the agonizing hour of waiting, of letting her excitement and lust build to a fever-pitch of delirium, she couldn't settle for just that.
She had to have the real thing tonight!
CHAPTER FIVE
Gwen shifted nervously on her bar stool, smoothing her short miniskirt down over the vulnerable softness of her milk-white thighs. She ordered her second gin and tonic, looking up and down the long, dimly-lit room. On the jukebox behind her a hard-driving rock song was blaring and in the small clearing at the rear of the lounge area a young couple was dancing. Although it was the middle of the week, there was a festive, holiday atmosphere in this little San Mateo student bar she'd driven to after the Carter boy had departed without coming to her door and left her in such a state of frenzied, lust-incited disappointment that she couldn't bear to spend the rest of the night sitting at home alone.
Gwen took another sip of her drink and pivoted on her stool to watch the dancing couple. She didn't know where these kids got their energy. The young, supple-bodied girl, clad in a miniskirt even shorter than Gwen's and braless beneath her thin, loosely clinging sleeveless sweater, was dancing with all the wanton eagerness of a woman on the verge of sexual orgasm. Her small tightly rounded buttocks undulated savagely and her firmly rounded, unencumbered breasts bounced freely with the shimmying movements of her slender torso.
Though Gwen knew that she'd retained her own youthful good looks and figure and that her own body was as young-looking and ripely voluptuous as the body of any of the girls in the bar, she still felt out of place. She kept thinking unconsciously that these younger people must consider her an intruder, an old bag, and she had to keep adamantly reminding herself that this couldn't be true. She was so guilt-ridden that she could not help but believe that it showed for all to see. Her shame distorted her outlook and she couldn't think rationally.
Gwen was startled by the soft caress of a hand on her shoulder. She jerked around on her bar stool to find herself confronted by a tall slender youth she didn't believe could possibly be of legal drinking age.
"Hello, kid. Like to dance?" the boy asked.
For a moment Gwen wasn't able to say anything. She stared eagerly at the handsome young teenager. Somehow that one casual statement prompted in her a feeling almost of elation. Yet at the same time she was aware of a renewed apprehension of the same kind that had gnawed at her during those unbearable minutes as she sat at home waiting for the first appearance of her young suitor.
"No thank you. I. . . really don't dance much."
The boy shrugged, the smile not leaving his face. Then he lifted his beer mug and downed almost half of its golden, foamy contents before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and placing his mug on the bar next to Gwen's glass. Without asking, he took the seat beside her.
"My name's Tod," he said.
"Jenny," Gwen answered.
She'd done that without consciously planning. The lie had flown naturally from her lips.
"What do you do, Jenny? You a student?"
"Yes."
"San Mateo?"
The second lie had come just as easily and naturally as the first. What was she trying to do? she wondered. Why was she fabricating a character for herself to play? And doing it without a conscious ulterior motive?"
"No. Back East. A small girl's school there."
"Then what are you doing out here?"
"I ... uh ... an uncle of mine died," Gwen stammered nervously. "And I had to fly out for the funeral."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Tod said quickly.
"No, it's nothing. I mean ... he was very old. He was a great uncle actually and it's probably just as well in the . .. condition he was in."
Gwen averted her eyes and stared downward at her smoothly contoured thighs so openly exposed by the short tight miniskirt. What in the world had come over her? She never lied, hot like this anyway-though in one manner of thinking her whole life had become a lie. And maybe that was it, she thought. Maybe she was just trying to escape that lie and slip into another that fitted less painfully. Maybe she was trying, finally, to get out of herself.
"I really am sorry about your great uncle," Tod said, interrupting her thoughts.
"No, please. I'd rather not talk about it."
Then she returned her gaze to the good-looking young man. He was older and less innocent looking than the boys Gwen felt so drawn to, but he was still young enough to be attractive in her present state, and he was very good looking. But the way she felt right now even Coach McClaine might have been able to bend her will.
The loud rock song ended and a slow, moody, romantic number began.
Tod smiled, gesturing toward the dance floor, his eyes dropping for a moment to the straining swells of Gwen's voluptuously heaving breasts pressing tightly against the soft material of her blouse.
"Come on," he said.
Hurriedly Gwen lifted her gin and tonic and took a long drink. She felt it go immediately to her head and a warm glow crept over her body.
"All right," she said, rising.
Tod escorted her to the dance floor. Several more couples had gotten up in response to the slower song. Gwen felt a faint shiver pass through her body as Tod slipped his arms about her and tugged her gently to him. She resisted for a moment, then yielded completely, pressing the fullness of her hotly swelling breasts snugly against his muscular young chest, rubbing the smoothness of her thighs eagerly against his Levi-clad legs as he began to guide her slowly across the floor in time to the subdued music.
Now she snuggled sensuously up against him, resting her cheek in the curve of his neck, straining her voluptuous body to an even tighter fit against him in slowly squirming movements as she felt the tell-tale hardness in his trousers shove tantalizingly against the warmth of her own pulsating loins. It felt so good just to be held like this. It was such a comfort now.
The last two weeks and the final culminating torment of that long hour of waiting this evening had been too much for Gwen. As she felt Tod's hands course slowly over the soft feminine muscles of her back and down the sensitively tingling line of her spine a keenly rising hunger consumed her whole body. Her heart pounded wildly in her bosom and her breath was coming in short, hoarse gasps. Her eagerly yielding thighs trembled in response to the teasing sensations of his softly prodding penis against the tingling warmth of her loins. She was so hot she thought she would go out of her mind if she didn't get some kind of release. But she hardly even knew Tod, and she didn't have for him that compulsive fascination that attracted her so irrevocably to the younger boys. Yet now it didn't seem to matter.
Almost too soon the song ended. By this time Gwen was almost out of her mind. Somehow she had to quell the fierce yearning up between her legs. She was on the verge of hysteria.
Then another hard rock song began. But now most of the couples who'd gotten up to dance to the slow number remained. All around them erupted a montage of shimmying, wildly twisting bodies of the young, braless girls and their partners.
"Come on," Tod urged her. "You can dance to this."
Gwen hesitated, looking around at the wantonly gyrating couples. It had been so long since she'd let herself go like these kids, she didn't know if she could now. She'd been restricted too long. But she had to have some kind of release, and maybe that was it. Maybe she could dance out her frustrations.
Tod began to dance first and after a moment Gwen tried to sublimate her fears and let her own body respond naturally to the stimulating African rhythm of the song playing on the jukebox. Laughing and blushing slightly with embarrassment, she narrowed her eyes wantonly, writhing her torso sensuously and undulating her firmly curved buttocks feverishly to the primitive beat.
In the beginning she felt awkward and off balance, and she almost wanted to stop and flee from the dance floor. But Tod smiled encouragingly, watching the lust-inciting movements of her tall voluptuous body with obvious appreciation. After a few moments she thought she was beginning to get the feel of it. She gained confidence, moving more loosely and freely and feeling the rhythm of the song in her body, as if her flesh and the music and even her consciousness were interwoven entities.
As she danced, Gwen looked around appraisingly at the other sensuously moving girls on the dance floor. She envied their greater freedom and complete lack of inhibition as they let their bodies go completely in an almost savage ritual of frenzy that looked even wilder than the music that inspired them. Gwen tried to match them, writhing and shimmying her body lewdly in what felt like a facsimile of the movements of the sex act itself.
Then she looked down at her own body, and she was surprised and disappointed. She'd expected to see something else, the same wanton abandon she'd witnessed in the other girls. But though her own wildly twisting gestures matched theirs, the whole effect was destroyed by one factor. The brassiere.
Her breasts didn't shimmy and bounce freely like the breasts of the other girls on the dance floor. Her nipples were not visibly pointed and straining against the material of her sweater. Compared to what she saw about her, there was an almost plastic quality of inhibition to her own dancing. It was not truly free and uninhibited. And it couldn't be as long as her breasts were constricted by the brassiere, their voluptuously sensual form concealed.
Suddenly Gwen ceased her dancing and stood motionless in the center of the floor amid the wild frenzy about her. Tod continued a moment longer, then also paused, looking at her strangely.
"What's the matter? You're doing just great."
Gwen hesitated for a moment. Then she made up her mind. She was going to do it. She was going to break loose.
"Just a minute," she said. "I'll be right back.
It seemed the craziest idea in the world. But now that she'd thought of it she had to follow through. The symbolism was too pure and stocked with meaning, and she couldn't resist it.
Gwen left Tod and made her way back to the bar to retrieve her purse, then went into the ladies room. She carefully latched the door and hung her purse up, then turned to face herself in the mirror above the wash basin.
Her face flushing crimson with her wild excitement and shining with the thin coating of perspiration that had broken out on it, she forced her trembling fingers to undo the buttons down the front of the blouse. The thin material parted enticingly to reveal her cream-white breasts almost bursting over the top of the tight-fitting brassiere cups. With a soft moan Gwen pulled the blouse off her shoulders and hung it up on the door with her purse, then straining, reached back behind her to flick loose the snap of her brassiere.
She pushed the straps down her arms and in a sudden motion the full, hotly swelling mounds of her breasts burst into freedom. The coolness of the air pricked her wide pink nipples to a tingling rigidity almost immediately.
Gwen sighed deeply, moving her hands upward to cup and caress the vibrantly arched mounds of her breasts, squeezing them gently, and using her palms to tease the nipples to even greater hardness and causing tingles of delight to shoot through her whole body. Then she pulled the brassiere the rest of the way off and stuffed it into her purse, and again donned the flimsy blouse. She buttoned it tightly over the high-set, now unencumbered breasts. The thin material clearly outlined their form and the swollen, sensitive nipples made two distinct and inviting protrusions.
With another lusty sigh, she retrieved her purse and stepped back out into the smoke-hazed bar. She returned her purse to the bar and rejoined Tod.
With an embarrassed smile Gwen noted his gawking approval.
"God, Jenny. You've got the most beautiful. . . You're really beautiful."
A faint wetness dampened her loins up inside the crotch band of her panties as Gwen began to dance again.
* * *
Tod unlocked the door and let Gwen precede him into the small apartment he shared with an old high school buddy who he'd explained was working a construction job at present and staying in a motel near the site. It was very late and Gwen knew she should not have come here. Tod was just eighteen. He was still too young for her. And she'd had far too much to drink and was going to have a terrible time tomorrow because of it.
But she'd let herself go too far now to back out. She'd gotten too worked up, and she couldn't stop herself anymore.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything to drink," Tod apologized.
"Oh no, that's all right," said Gwen.
For a moment they faced each other in silence in the middle of the small living-bedroom combination that looked typically messy for a teenager bachelor's home.
Finally Tod broke the silence. "God, Jenny. You really look beautiful."
Gwen was reminded of the lie she'd told. Now, she supposed, it was just as well. If she was going through with this it wouldn't do any harm if he didn't know who she was.
Then he stepped slowly toward her. Gwen's last faint inclination to resist faded as she felt his strong young arms go around her, and a spontaneous shiver passed through her body in response to his hand moving lightly down the sensitive line of her spine. He tugged her body firmly to him, his lips covering hers and his tongue snaking hungrily between them into the hollow of her mouth. Eagerly Gwen surrendered, pressing her hotly tingling body sensuously up against him, a whimper rising in her throat as she sucked his tongue voraciously into her mouth and squirmed her ripely swelling breasts pleadingly up against his hard lean chest.
Tod's hands moved lower down her back, gently kneading the softly pliant flesh beneath her flimsy blouse. Then she tensed as she felt his fingers entwine around the full half-moons of her buttocks, pulling her desperately aching loins up even more tightly against him so she could feel the teasing prods of his cock as it swelled to quick rigidity inside his trousers.
Gwen moaned softly about the tongue that still filled her mouth as his fingers dug into the voluptuous softness of her buttocks, clawing eagerly at the short skirt and beginning to lift it up her long, slender thighs. She trembled with excitement as he held in the tight embrace, the lewd probing of his desire-hardened cock driving keenly arousing sensations of heightened lust throughout her loins as he moved against her.
Then he seized the miniskirt with both hands and worked it slowly up over her panties and the sleekly flaring curves of her buttocks, bunching it up around her waist to almost completely expose the lower half of her body.
She tensed, shuddering with forbidden delight as she felt his fingers playing at the tight waistband of her panties where they hung precariously halfway down her dimpled buttocks. He worked his fingers teasingly inside, caressing the smooth pliant softness, parting the firmly-rounded moons of her ass-cheeks as his fingers danced teasingly down inside the nether crack.
"Oooooooh," Gwen whimpered in response to the first electrifying sensation as his fingers moved down between her thighs from behind to brush lightly at the thin strands of hair which lined her hotly pulsating cuntal slit.
Her body jerked in softly frenzied movements from the thrill of his fingers touching and parting the moistly flanged lips of her vagina, working slowly on up between her thighs to flick tantalizingly at the rapidly hardening bud of her sensitive clitoris.
As he continued the maddening taunting up between her hotly quivering thighs with one hand, his other tugged her flimsy blouse out of the skirt that remained bunched around her waist, and reached inside the blouse to caress and fondle the voluptuously straining mounds of her breasts.
"I want to fuck you so bad," he breathed heavily into her ear. "I wanted to fuck you the minute I saw you sitting there alone at the bar. I hardly dreamed I could."
Something inside Gwen recoiled at the shocking bluntness of the eighteen-year-old's statement, but it only further excited the smoldering desire that racked her whole body to a state of urgent need.
Then she felt a stab of frustration as he worked his hand out from inside her panties and guided her toward the bed.
"Hurry," Tod gasped. "Let's get our clothes off."
Gwen required little encouragement. She wanted it and needed it as badly as he did. It was as if there was an itch far up between her thighs almost to her belly and it had to be scratched. Her breath was coming in heavily strained gasps as Gwen unbuttoned her blouse and watched Tod begin to slip out of his own clothing. Hastily they both stripped. She hadn't been fucked in so long. She'd actually quit fucking, she realized with amazement. It was true. Somehow, during the last year or so as the compulsion which she couldn't satisfy became more predominantly manifest in her character, she'd ceased to have relations with men. She'd substituted first a fantasy world, then masturbation; at last she'd begun the ritual of the bookstore and fucked herself lasciviously with the mechanical dildo apparatus. But the satisfaction she got from that lurid practice was pale compared to what her lust-crazed body now demanded.
Completely naked except for her flimsily clinging panties, hanging low on the rounded firmness of her buttocks, Gwen waited naked beside the bed as Tod wriggled out of his own levis and shorts and his smooth hard cock sprang up to a wildly throbbing erection. It was long and smooth, almost as beautiful as the cocks she saw in the magazines she bought.
A tremor passed through Gwen's nakedly exposed body as Tod hugged her warmly to him, the hot flesh of his lust-swollen penis shoving teasingly up between the tender softness of her inner thighs. His fingers scratched almost painfully at the lushly curved flesh of her buttocks and worked into the tight elastic waistband of her panties to flick lightly across the smooth vibrant flesh of her buttocks. He stretched the elastic and worked the band slowly downward to expose the soft thin strands of her pubic hair, kissing her again on the lips even more passionately than before. And inside the panties his hands moved eagerly around to the gentle swell of her aching pubic mound.
The fingers searched lower; then Gwen started as they found the moistly ripening bud of her clitoris. Lewd thrills of delight sweeping through her, Gwen swayed on her feet as her pick-up lover fingered around and around the softly throbbing wetness of her pussy lips. Her legs began to go weak in response to the maddeningly fluttering desire. With an urgent moan Gwen yielded eagerly as he pushed her down onto her back on the bed.
She gazed up at him with blurring vision, arms spread in surrender out from her body to arch her excitedly heaving breasts as she waited anxiously. For a moment longer he continued to stroke and tease at the glistening pleasure bud of her clitoris. Then she lifted her hips as he began to work the panties down off her tightly clenched buttocks.
"Oh yes," she purred as Tod reclined beside her, pushing her eagerly quivering thighs wider apart to even better expose her enticingly hair-lined pussy lips.
Her body jerked in lusty response as his middle finger parted the sensitively moistened lips and wriggled teasingly up between her thighs into the pulsing hot slit of her cunt. Thus lewdly impaled, she writhed madly, lunging her hips up frenziedly as his finger probed and wormed deeper into the velvety cuntal softness.
At the same time he leaned over her nakedly prostrated body to fasten his lips wetly over the turgid nipples of one of her softly heaving breasts. She groaned in response to the warmly teasing sensation as he sucked the tingling nipple ravenously into his mouth, his tongue lashing it to even harder rigidity. A blissful twitching descended dart-like to her open loins that now jerked frantically in response to the mad finger-fucking of her cunt.
Then Tod's mouth moved to her other breast, his teeth nipping almost painfully at the tenderness of her nipple so that she cried out softly. At the same time she braced her feet on the mattress for leverage and lunged her hips up furiously in response to the deeply titillating probes of his finger.
"Oh please," Gwen moaned, "I can't stand it any longer. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She lowered her arms, caressing her young lover's face and running her fingers through his hair to hold his lips down to her nakedly throbbing breasts. For a moment longer he tormented her with the obscene fucking of his finger up into her tight little pussy, then eagerly she pulled his body up over hers.
It must have been no more than a twinkling; yet that brief moment, as the bulbous head of his hotly throbbing penis poised right up against her twitching vaginal lips, seemed to sprawl out endlessly. Gwen marveled at the lurid sensations surging madly through her. It had been so long. So long since she'd had a real cock. Through her mind seemed to flash a series of depraved vignettes of imaginary young boys, of dirty pictures, of secret wants and her own body writhing in strained lust as she masturbated or fucked herself with that magical vibrator-driven dildo. And now, right there between her thighs she could feel the real thing, a living, surging, hotly palpitating male cock. Made of flesh and blood.
Gwen's body surrendered to the fire of the moment, her every muscle twitching as she strained her hips to thrust her loins up against the maddening probing between her thighs. Her wide-splayed legs opened and closed around the tormenting throb of the hot fleshy head that was licking furiously at the urgently pulsating lips of her pussy.
Tod seized her obscenely flaying legs behind the knees and shoved upward, pushing her knees almost down to her breasts to even better expose the hotly parted, hair-lined lips of her cunt. His rigidly jerking penis pushed against the moistened softness and the head slipped into the entrance of the warmly inviting slit. He planted his hands for leverage beneath her arms on either side of her body and he felt her ankles lock tightly behind his back. He could look down between their two nakedly glistening bodies and see her upturned loins completely exposed to his vision, the moist pink cuntal slit visibly throbbing its flowering lips in lewd invitation, held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pushing tightly out against hers.
Gwen moaned in ecstatic delirium as the passion overcame her. She could feel the hugeness of his young fleshy hardness lying tight along the full length of her sensuously quivering vaginal opening, insinuating itself up and down in a maddening teasing motion that caused her to twist her hips desperately against it, her cock-hungry cunt searching desperately for the hard, blood-filled tip. She had to have it in her. Her whole body screamed out wildly for it.
At last in panic she reached her hands down beneath the squirming cheeks of her buttocks and grasped the full length of the rigidly pulsing shaft. For a moment she stroked it, fascinated by the vibrant feel of it as it throbbed hotly in her hand. It made a spasmodic jerking against her palm and the sticky white pre-cum that oozed from the tip reminded her more than anything else could have that this time she was really going to get herself fucked instead of just dreaming about it! Then she guided the blood-engorged cock slowly up between the eagerly parted lips of her cunt, not letting it lose contact with her lusting pussy flesh until at last it was poised right up between the wetly trembling cuntal folds. She held it there with one hand, placing her other on his buttocks and drawing him up into her with all her strength.
As Tod shoved with his hips, Gwen felt as though the moistly spreading lips of her cunt were going to tear apart, the elastic tightness resisting in vain, then giving way painfully before the relentlessly burgeoning pressure. It had been so long, and she wasn't used to it! The first searing stab of pain caused her to mechanically squirm her hips down into the bed in futile retreat as a strangled groan issued from deep in her throat.
She lay prostrate, breasts quivering, her naked buttocks twitching as he shoved again, pushing forward with all his strength and sinking the lust-inflated shaft of his cock slowly up into the tightly gripping sheath of her velvety vaginal walls. Gwen screamed then, a violent shudder racking her nakedly squirming body as she tried futilely to escape the naked penetration far up into her tightly resisting loins. She struggled helplessly beneath him, the searing hot pain of his sudden entry almost blinding her. She clenched her vaginal muscles tightly to try to stop the continuing thrust. But the throb of her moistening pussy-flesh around his aching shaft seemed only to excite him more and his cock plunged deeper and deeper into the vainly protesting softness. At last the smoothly clasping inner walls squeezed around it like a glove as he sank his lust-swollen penis into her to the hilt and she felt the nudge of his thinly haired pubic mound against the sensitively tingling bud of her clitoris.
Tod flexed far up inside her and her whole body jerked, as he held himself poised and motionless over her prostrate form for a moment longer. Gwen gritted her teeth, fighting the fine line between pleasure and pain as he began to move upon her softly quivering form.
"Oh yes, yes. Fuck me!" she purred deliriously as he began to thrust slowly and smoothly up into the warmly clasping cuntal opening. She flexed her vaginal muscles in a tight caress around the obscenely impaling shaft. Her body was really coming to life now. The pain faded, giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began deep in her loins and spread relentlessly out through the raw nerve ends of her flesh.
Thin rivulets of perspiration rolled down her face and glistened in the voluptuously deep valley between the swollen mounds of her breasts. She rotated her hips wildly about on the fleshy impaling member, screwing her pelvis savagely up against him as he began to fuck harder in and out of her wildly churning cunt with smooth deep strokes.
"Oh please! Harder. Fuck me harder!"
Her body increased its mad thrashing beneath him as her lewd words inspired him to hasten and intensify his eager assault on her lust-crazed loins, uncoiling snake-like around his fiercely plunging cock. He kissed her passionately, his lips almost bruising hers with their pressure, and his hands roved frantically over the wantonly quivering flesh of her body, crushing the vibrant softness of her breasts and shoulders.
Every frustrated inch of Gwen's flesh begged and pleaded for more and more. With an endless stream of wailing cries, she urged him on as his thickly swollen cock drove furiously up into the moist pink wetness of her cunt, his loins crashing down hard against her lewdly upturned buttocks, the impact of each brutal thrust racking her body. Her pussy flared open even wider, the soft hair-lined lips flowering wetly to receive the youth's hard-driving penis. She continued to suck hungrily on the tongue that was still shoved deeply toward the back of her throat, while her body jerked and thrashed to match his wanton lunges.
Then suddenly his movements quickened and Gwen had a desperate sinking feeling as she sensed the change. Tod groaned, quivering and twitching above her. The blood-engorged penis burrowing hotly up into her naked loins seemed suddenly to throb even larger and she heard the rhythm of his breathing hasten.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "Don't stop now. I'm almost there, please!"
"Goddamn it!" Tod hissed under his breath.
He stopped, for a moment laying the full weight of his body perfectly motionless upon her as she jerked and quivered desperately beneath him. He strained to catch his breath, grunting deeply. Then another soft curse issued from his throat as he began to move again.
"Oh damn you," she cried, clawing at his back and kicking madly with her legs in the air.
She felt his blood-filled young penis twitch far up inside her, and then the fresh male cum began to spew out obscenely, pumping in great hot sticky torrents far up into her passionately spasming cunt.
"Oh no, goddamn it! No. Not yet!"
She clenched her legs tightly around his back, her body tossing furiously in still building frenzy as his movements began to slacken and he sagged down on her. Then she dropped her feet down on the bed, planting them out wide apart and scissoring his sweat-slickened hips tightly with her own hotly moistened thighs. Using her feet for leverage, she thrust her loins up violently against him, twitching and shivering them in a desperate attempt to gain the release that lay so near and yet continued to elude her. She clenched her fists, pounding him with all the hatred of her pent-up, unfulfilled desire on his back and shoulders, hunching her lust-tortured cunt up hopelessly against his already deflating penis.
Then as he pumped the last few drops of the warm sticky cum into her loins she opened her eyes, staring up with him in horror as the tears spilled down her cheeks. The agony she experienced now was like nothing she remembered in her whole lifetime. Again she crushed her hips up, against him, churning them wildly as he sagged more heavily down upon her, her vaginal muscles clasping even more desperately at the fully satiated penis that had already begun to deflate within her feverishly pleading loins.
"Jenny, I can't go on any longer right now," he gasped with a cracking voice.
Staring up in shocked disbelief, Gwen ceased the hopelessly straining movements of her body, letting her hips sink back against the bed with a deep, painful sigh.
"Goddamn," he muttered, looking at her shamefaced. "I'm sorry."
She stared blankly up at him, her body still spasmodically twitching beneath him.
"I'll make it up to you," he said. "I promise. It just happens like this the first time I'm with a girl."
Closing her eyes, her teeth gritted with anger and disappointment, Gwen pushed him off her and rolled onto her side, snuggling her body up into a defensive little ball. Now what could she do? she wondered. Now how could she go on resisting the unbearable temptation at school.
She felt trapped, and her every move seemed only to box her in further-into a hopeless maze of frustrating desire.
CHAPTER SIX
Gwen had gotten the idea sometime about mid-morning shortly after she'd seen Skip in the hall of the main class building and he'd ducked into the boy's restroom to avoid her. But it wasn't until after lunch that she'd finally decided to put the diabolical scheme into effect and avenge the malicious mistreatment to which the boy had subjected her during the last two weeks.
Gwen transferred Skip's medical folder from the file cabinet to her desk drawer, which she locked, and put the key in her purse. Once she'd decided to act, Gwen had begun to relish the prospect of getting even with the dirty-minded little bastard for everything he'd put her through--and most of all, though she would hardly admit it to herself, for leaving her in frustration and disappointment after such a long tedious buildup.
She contemplated her scheme until about one-thirty before she called the superintendent, Mr. Ash, over the inner school telephone and informed him that she needed to clear up a few things with the new boy who'd transferred from San Jose, regarding some incomplete information on his medical records.
Then she waited, almost sadistically pondering and embellishing her plans. It was about half an hour later when she heard the knock at the door to the anteroom of the clinic and Mr. Ash came in, leading the almost visibly squirming pale-faced youngster Gwen had seen standing beneath the streetlight across from her cottage last night.
The bald, potbellied superintendent offered Gwen his usual perfunctory greeting, then glanced hungrily down at her voluptuously sensual breasts, almost bursting out of the tight-fitting nurse's uniform. The way he looked at her made Gwen's skin crawl. God, sometimes he could be worse than Ed McClaine, though she couldn't even imagine this stern old coot actually having sexual intercourse.
Then he exited, leaving the good-looking youngster standing just inside the doorway, eyes downcast, hands nervously fidgeting.
In spite of her keenly rising excitement, Gwen put on a business-like air. "Uh . . . let's see. Your name is Skip? Is that right? Skip Carter from San Jose?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Skip stammered, still not lifting his eyes from the floor.
"Well, I'm afraid we've misplaced your medical folder, Skip. I don't know how that happened. Perhaps it didn't arrive ... or maybe you took it with you last week after your eye examination?"
Skip looked up cautiously. Gwen sensed the hope that flashed in his darkly shining eyes. He'd been sure when he was summoned here that it was the result of his antics over the last two weeks. Now he seized the faintly growing hope that instead it was a mere bureaucratic technicality, bearing no relationship to the blackmail scheme he'd embarked on and had not been able to finish, and that Miss Dolan didn't have the slightest inkling that it was he who had sent her the dirty magazines and accompanying vulgar notes.
Gwen knew Skip was falling right into her trap. Now she could play with him and tease him, as a cat plays with a mouse, balancing uncertainty against hope, putting him through at least some discomfort for the way he had made her suffer during the last two weeks.
"No," Skip said finally. "I didn't take the folder. And you had it right there on your desk. I remember."
Gwen fabricated a condescending smile. "Well, it isn't important. But we'll just try to make up a new one. I'm sure we can do it from memory well enough. I know this probably seems like nonsense to you, but we are required to keep these files on our students and they should be accurate."
Gwen extracted a blank medical chart and an empty folder from another drawer of the cabinet and spread them out on her desk. She scanned over the chart quickly and looked up with another smile at Skip.
"Let's see here. Your name is Skip Carter?" She scribbled the name into its place on the folder. "And you're how old, Skip?"
"I'll be fifteen next January."
"Oh, Aquarius. I think that's a good sign, though I read somewhere that Aquariuses were supposed to be treacherous and scheming. Is that true?"
Skip flushed. "I don't know. . much about those things."
"Well I hope not." Gwen smiled condescendingly, enjoying the way the little boy began to squirm anew at that vague allusion that could be construed as relating to the plot he'd hatched. Gwen drew a picture of a fish in the blank on the chart for birth-date, as no one but her would ever see this chart anyway, and looked up with the same fabricated smile. "Now, I can get the rest of that section off your card from the files in the office. But we need your illness record. Let's see. Tuberculosis you've never had, I'm sure. Cancer?"
"No, Ma'am."
"No cancer. That's nice." She made a mark on the chart. "Now we come to smallpox." She looked at him sultrily. "But I can see you haven't had that. Here: mumps, chicken pox and measles?"
Skip shifted nervously on his feet. "I think I had the mumps and the chicken pox. But no measles."
"Well maybe you will someday," Gwen smiled. "Now what about venereal disease?" Her smile faded; she gazed at him sternly. "Have you ever had venereal disease, Skip?"
"I... I don't know." He wasn't sure what it was, but the way he'd heard older boys talk about it, calling it a "dose", he was pretty sure it was something dirty.
"You get it from little girls, Skip. Now do you understand?"
"I think so." He gulped. "I haven't had it."
"All right. Now we have your inoculation record. And this is the most important part of all, so I want you to be very careful and remember everything." Gwen looked back at the chart. "Smallpox? You've had your vaccination?"
"I. . . guess so."
Gwen raised her eyebrows. "You guess so? Well you have to have that to even be in school. It's the one that makes the scar on your arm. Let's have a look. Pull up your sleeve."
Nervously Skip tugged his shirt sleeve up and leaned forward to reveal the small, lighter colored vaccination scar at the top of his left bicep. Gwen examined it curiously, her eyes straying to the white fuzzy hair on his suntanned arm. He had the most beautiful olive-colored skin.
"Now, diphtheria?"
"That's whooping cough? Yes, I've had that."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I can remember that."
"Okay." Gwen sighed, making another mark on the chart. "Now, typhoid fever?"
"Uh .. . yeah ... I remember that one. That's the one that hurts so bad."
"Now, what about your tetanus shot? When was your last tetanus shot?"
Skip reached up to scratch his head nervously. He'd fallen into her trap. Though still filled with apprehension he'd been only too glad to take this nonsense of the chart seriously. And he was trying too hard to get it right, so hard that it was boggling his memory.
"Well, I don't know. What's tetanus?"
"Oh, you must have had that. But when was your last one?"
"Well, I haven't had too many shots lately."
"Two years, maybe?"
He shrugged. Gwen let her eyes descend again in open appreciation down the length of his lean young body. She was getting a sadistic pleasure from the game, a strange compliment to the masochistic stimulation she'd derived from her shame and humiliation as she'd lived constantly under the threat he held over her head.
"They give this one in the butt," she said, watching Skip flinch visibly. "When was the last time you had a shot in the butt?"
Gwen noted with satisfaction his response to the surprisingly blunt term, coming from her anyway, and waited with a stern gaze for his answer. Now he was blushing again. His face kept changing from ghastly pale to flushed red.
"Two years," he blurted suddenly. "Yes, I'm sure. It was two years."
Now she smiled broadly. She held the smile until it looked like he was beginning to relax and said: "That's too long. You need one every year, a booster to keep up your immunity."
"Well maybe .. . maybe it was just a year."
"Don't kid me, Skipper. You'd remember it if you'd had a shot in the butt in the last year." She watched him retreat from the desk as she rose and started around it. "But we can fix that right now. And then your chart will be complete."
"But you're not gonna give it to me now?"
"Of course. No reason to put that off. And don't tell me your afraid of a little shot?"
Skip began to twist his hair nervously. He was swaying back and forth on his feet and he looked as if he'd like to break and run from the clinic.
"Now really, Miss Dolan!"
"Do you want me to call Mr. Ash?" she said, her voice flaring.
That melted him. Now he didn't know where he stood. But the prospect of having Mr. Ash brought into the proceedings, of having to answer for those dirty magazines and books, frightened him even more than getting the shot. And he'd fallen for her trap so perfectly that he forgot it was still he who held the trump card. Because there remained the fact of Gwen's regular visits to Skip's father's bookstore, and she could afford to have Mr. Ash brought into this even less than Skip.
But that thought eluded him now. His face a ghastly white, he allowed Gwen to usher him into the small examination room. He watched in sheer terror as Gwen prepared the hypodermic syringe.
"Please, Miss Dolan," he begged. "I don't want a tetanus shot."
"Come on, Skip. You're acting like a little boy." Gwen paused, turning to gaze at him with a teasing smile. "I thought you were a man."
Again the vague innuendo frightened the youngster into submission. Gwen readied the needle and motioned toward the padded examination table.
"Okay, now this isn't going to hurt a bit. Take your pants down, Skip, and bend over the end of the table."
"Miss Dolan, please ..."
"Skip, I'm warning you," she said sternly.
Relishing the excited little thrills that were coursing feverishly through her loins, Gwen watched as Skip's trembling hands began to loosen his belt. He gazed back at her helplessly, his eyes pleading. But he knew he was beaten. With an expression of final shame and humiliation Skip lowered the Levis down off his white jockey shorts. Feeling an even more powerful surge of wanton delight, Gwen noted that they were slightly tented by the youthful bulge of his hidden cock.
Then he turned to face the end of the table, let his trousers drop about his ankles to the floor, and tucked his thumbs teasingly inside the tight elastic waistband of his underpants.
Gwen shivered with keenly rising anticipation as she watched his fingers toy nervously with the tightly stretched band. Then slowly he began to work it downward, gradually exposing the smooth white contours of his boyish buttocks, offered up in total subjugation as he bent helplessly over the end of the examination table.
Gwen's breath came in strained, hoarse gasps as she stepped closer, gazing with watering eyes down at the rounded white buttocks. Nestled darkly in the crack between them she could just see the tiny hairless hole of Skip's anus and up between his fearfully trembling thighs, his small finely-haired scrotum and the outline of his bursting young balls.
The sadistic urges that had prompted Gwen to embark on this cruel vengeance were giving way before an onslaught of even stronger more vividly titillating desires. The sight of his nakedly quivering buttocks, presented in tender sacrificial submission, was more than the young nurse could resist. She wanted to touch and caress them, to run her fingers sensuously over the firmly clenched muscles and into the forbidden crack between the two cheeks. And yes-she wanted to kiss them in her own act of worship and subjugation.
Skip gazed fearfully back over his shoulder at Gwen, and the sight of the helpless boy's cringing terror caused Gwen's compassion and natural motherly instincts to flower. She knew it was wrong for her to taunt and frighten him this way, but she felt compelled to play out her game of vengeance. But very soon now, Skip would get his reward.
Her naked fingers trembling, Gwen reached down to touch the naked whiteness of one of Skip's fearfully tensed ass-cheeks. Feeling the taut flesh twitch in fear beneath her caress, she squeezed and plied the smoothly rounded mound, pinching the skin up exactly as she would have if she were really going to give him a shot.
Then she waited for a moment, her hand still resting threateningly on the boy's vulnerably bared buttocks, letting his dread build to a peak. Now her own wildly stirring desire almost overcame her. She'd never been this close to living out in real life one of her lewd fantasies and she could hardly believe it was really going to happen. But now she knew there was no way to stop herself.
Gwen lay the syringe on the cabinet beyond the table, her hand still resting across the exciting fullness of Skip's smooth, boyish buttocks. Then she dipped one of her fingers cautiously down into the forbidden warm softness of the crack between them. Muffling the strained moan that rose in her throat, she squeezed the other trembling ass-cheek with the hand that had held the syringe, eagerly kneading and plying the full, vibrantly resisting flesh, alternately parting the nether half-moons and pushing them together in an obscenely salaciou display.
Skip stared around at her in awe. "Miss Doloan-?"
"Shhhhh..." Gwen purred. "Just relax, Skip. I'm not going to hurt you. And I'm not going to give you a mean old tetanus shot, either."
Then she leaned quickly down, her tongue flicking in a teasing snake-like motion from her sensually parted lips to dart wetly into shocking contact with the soft coolness of one of the nakedly exposed buttocks. The boy's whole body shook in a spasm of surprise and delight. He didn't know what to think. He'd never even heard of anything like this, and he was sure no one would believe him if he told them Nurse Dolan had kissed his ass! He hardly even believed it himself.
Gwen's tongue moved in a wildly tickling path up the fully rounded peak of the naked young buttock, her hands still eagerly kneading the vibrantly tender buttock, her hands still eagerly kneading the vibrantly tender flesh. Her breath came in short strained gasps and she was making submissive little mewling sounds deep in her throat as she began to trail her tongue between the flexed and twitching ass-cheeks, plunging it daringly downward as the boy jerked and squirmed in surprise.
"Oh Skip, Skip, you poor lovely dear," she purred into the quivering softness of the nether cheek.
This obscene act of voluntary self-subjugation excited her beyond anything she'd ever experienced. Her whole body seemed to be on fire inside the tightly clinging material of her nurse's uniform. She could feel a wetness spread deliriously through her loins and trail ticklingly down between the warmly pulsating softness of her inner thighs. Her breasts swelled to the bursting point inside the constricting cups of her brassiere and her nipples tingled rigidly until she could hardly stand it.
Gwen sucked in another deeply strained gasp of breath, holding her lips poised between the fourteen-year-old's nakedly clenching buttocks. Then with a distant-sounding moan she darted her tongue out again, flicking it in a slow, lewd taunting motion around the tiny puckered ring of his anus as the young boy twitched and jerked his hips in an electrified response.
"Oh boy, Miss Dolan! Oh! What are you doing?"
Skip jerked and struggled in his confusion. He didn't know what to think now, but he'd never felt anything so good in his life. It tickled so much he could hardly hold still. And it felt so good it was driving him crazy.
Here she was--the school nurse--with her face buried in between his naked buttocks, her tongue licking obscenely across the tingling, puckered hole of his anus. She was standing behind him, bent over in an awkwardly strained position, and he in turn was leaning helplessly over the end of the examination table, his trousers and underpants pulled down off his hips to clutch like hobbles at his knees. He couldn't resist her wanton act of humiliation--even if he had wished to!
Gasping for breath, Gwen straightened up. Her face was flushed crimson and the bobby pins had fallen out of her sandy hair so that it cascaded alluringly down over her shoulders. Her eyes were glazed over, crazed with her madly unleashed lust. Skip could hardly imagine that this was the same woman he's stood before only moments ago trembling in fear and shame and guilt for the obscene prank he'd played on her.
"Oh Skip! Skip, how much I've wanted you! You don't know. You can't imagine."
Not taking her eyes from the surprised youngster's half-naked body, she walked trance-like to the door and closed the latch. Then she hesitated with her hand still on the doorknob.
"Did you want me. Skip? Isn't that why you sent the magazines, because you wanted me?"
"Sure," he croaked. "Sure I did. But I was afraid."
"Oh, you shouldn't have been afraid. You should have known I would want you too."
She returned to the table and stood hesitantly beside it, still gazing down at her young blackmailer with that crazed passion in her lust-starved eyes. Skip felt uncomfortable now lying on his belly with his butt invitingly exposed. Tugging nervously at his trousers to hide the bulging erection of his young, virgin cock he squirmed over onto his side in what felt like a more dignified posture.
"No, Skip. Leave your pants down. I'm going to suck you off, like you said in your last letter."
Her own vulgar words only further heightened Gwen's wildly mounting desire. She urged the young boy to roll over onto his back, and pushed the trousers back down to his knees, staring with urgently kindling desire at the throbbing shaft of his naked young penis. It was everything she'd dreamed of, standing fully erect from amid the soft sparse covering of his pubic hair and the tightly stretched sac of testicles. It twitched as if with its own tense longing and the purple, blood-filled head looked as if it could explode and send the fragrant, sweet-tasting young sperm squirting instantly up into her face.
With a wanton whimper Gwen reached one hand down and grasped the hard young cock gently between her fingers, drawing the foreskin back in a slowly teasing motion that brought a moan of surprise and pleasure from the young teenager's lips. Little by little, she leaned her face down toward his naked loins, bending the thickly swelling shaft backward until it was pointed straight up toward her moistly parted lips.
"Do you want me to suck you, Skip? Do you want to cum in my mouth?"
"Geez, Miss Dolan. Geez yes! I'm so hot I can hardly stand it."
Now her face was poised very low over his wildly pulsing loins. And she continued the gentle skinning back and forth over the head of his ever hardening cock. Her lips were a bare inch away from the tip when she breathed softly against it, allowing her breath to blow teasingly over the insanely lurching cock-head with maddening slowness.
"Oh yes, Miss Dolan! Suck it now, please! I can't hardly wait any longer!"
The boy's words thrilled her. This was the moment she'd been waiting for all her life, when she would have the chance to initiate an innocently curious youngster to life's most obscenely exciting joys.
Her tongue flicked gingerly from the sensual moistness of her lips, the tip coming into warmly titillating contact with the throbbing blood-filled head of his cock. She circled it about the smooth rubbery male-flesh in a lewd teasing motion as she heard Skip moan and felt his hips twitch in involuntary response to the lust-inciting shock. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the glans at the end and darted wetly into it. It was already moistened from the tiny droplets of boyish pre-cum seeping through from his impatiently rising excitement, and the fresh male taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare with excitement.
Her hands slipped to the base of the lustfully pulsing shaft, her fingers teasing through the dark curls of pubic hair and lovingly caressing the tightly stretched sac that held his aching young balls. Again she worked her hand slowly up the smoothly straining cock-shaft. She drew the foreskin down to even better expose the sensitively throbbing head to the softness of her lips, and began planting moist warm kisses around it, starting at the jerking tip and tracing a path down the length to the base where her nose brushed in the thin strands of curly pubic hair.
She continued to tease and play with him, relishing the anticipation of the moment when she would finally take his boyish penis into her mouth and give him the satisfaction he must now so urgently demand. But Skip could stand it no longer. With a groan deep in his throat he reached his hand down into the silken waviness of her hair, holding her face to him as he thrust his loins up eagerly.
Gwen took lewd, masochistic pleasure in the boy's sudden aggressive act and surrendered her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating nub-end of his penis crush through her moistly parted lips and burrow into the warm wet softness of her mouth. She could feel the spongy stiff head rub the full length of her tongue and almost embed itself deep in her throat as Skip tugged her face even more eagerly to his upward thrusting loins.
Gwen closed her eyes, basking in a strange sea of masochistic joy and submission. The fleshy young penis almost choked her, and she made a soft gurgling sound as she tried to swallow the saliva that filled her mouth.
"Oh wow! Miss Dolan. Your mouth feels so fucking good!"
With a deeply wanton moan Gwen closed her lips down tightly over the smooth slick base of his boyish shaft, ovaling them, and began to work her head in a lewd bobbing movement up and down his straining loins as her tongue swished in wildly tantalizing movements around the hotly throbbing cock-head.
An incessant stream of moans and whimpers issued from her throat around the twitching hardness that now plunged eagerly in and out between her roundly stretched lips. The bent-over position was uncomfortable, exerting a painful strain on her neck and shoulders, but she was hardly aware of that. She knew nothing now but the delicious warm taste of the wildly fucking penis in her mouth and the madly coursing shivers of desire that darted unleashed from her own tingling loins outward through her entire body.
She slipped her hands beneath Skip's naked buttocks to guide the frantically undulating movements of his loins. Her fingers clawed eagerly at the smooth white ass-flesh to tug the plunging young shaft of his cock even farther up into her mouth.
Then in a sudden frenzy of desperation she began to pull at the hem of the skirt of her nurse's uniform, drawing it quickly up over the sensuous whiteness of her thighs and the thinly clinging bikini panties. She bunched it up tightly about her waist, exposing several inches of the Smooth milk-white flesh of her belly above the narrow waistband of the low-hanging nylon panties. Then eagerly her hand slipped inside the tight elastic, her fingers moving in a titillating trail down through the tender curls of her pussy hair to stroke hungrily up and down the wetly parting slit of her cunt.
She rocked on her feet, swaying her hips in lust-crazed undulating motions, her fingers thrusting wildly up into the hotly clasping tightness of her vagina and tweaking the tingling pleasure bud of her clitoris to even more urgent hardness.
Then she drew her hand out from between the wetly parted pussy-lips and worked the panties teasingly down off the firm white roundness of her buttocks and stripped them eagerly from her lust-maddened loins and down her shapely thighs.
As she continued the hungry sucking of Skip's now savagely thrusting cock, she seized one of Skip's hands and drew it eagerly toward her own body.
Skip lifted his head from the soft cushion of the table, staring with awe and wonder at the nakedly exposed lower half of Miss Dolan's voluptuous body. He'd seen literally thousands of pictures of naked women in every conceivable luridly exciting pose. But nothing he'd ever found at his father's bookstore compared with this sight! It must be the most beautiful thing in the world. The uniform skirt, bundled about her waist above the darkly inviting indentation of her navel, excited him. The warm smooth flesh of her flat white belly beckoned. And he wanted to run his fingers through the softly curling strands of hair that formed a faintly defined triangle nestled teasingly between the softly curved flesh of her inner thighs.
And there at the bottom where the hair became even thinner and was now wet with the moisture flowing freely from her pussy, he could see the little pink bud of her clitoris and the pulsing wet folds of her cuntal lips.
Eagerly Skip surrendered his hand as Miss Dolan drew it anxiously to her loins. Keeping up the feverish sucking of his hotly swelling cock until he thought his balls would burst, she showed him how to make a wedge with two of his fingers and guided them instinctively to the moistened, thinly parting slit.
A spasm shook Gwen's body and she was hardly able to maintain her awkward standing position as she felt Skip's fingers press apart the wetly flowering lips of her cunt and begin to burrow lewdly up into the clasping inner warmth of her vagina. Her thighs quivered and she bounced on her tiptoes in a salacious lust-incited dance, moaning around the penis that wormed hotly up between her lips and into her mouth.
As the tightly resisting passage of her cunt gave way to receive his fingers far up inside, Skip instinctively began to finger-fuck in and out of the warmly clinging cuntal flesh. Spreading the slick moist secretions of her pussy around the fringe of hair that lined the quivering lips, he flicked and stroked with his thumb at the sensitively swelling bud of her clitoris.
Gwen squirmed in savage abandon. And as she felt his youthful penis begin to tense and twitch and swell even larger in her mouth she increased her wildly relentless sucking. Her head bobbed obscenely up and down over his madly pumping loins. She derived a wantonly masochistic joy from being used this way by this innocent young boy, by having him fuck savagely into her mouth as if it were the cunt of a two dollar whore. He was going to cum in it! She knew he couldn't hold back much longer, and then he would pump his fresh young sperm up into her mouth until it spilled over the edges of her lips and ran down her chin in trails of blissful sensation that could be matched by nothing else in the world.
Suddenly the boy's hips began an even more frantic and savage jerking. His balls felt like they were going to burst, and a searing tingle coursed up and down the rigid shaft of his cock as he shoved it in smooth long strokes up between the school nurse's tightly ovalled lips. He worked his fingers deeper and deeper into the warmly clasping sheath of her pussy, scissoring them open and closed far up inside her nakedly exposed belly to prompt even wilder squirming and thrashing motions from her panty-less hips and loins.
Geez, he couldn't believe this! She was hotter than he'd thought a woman could ever get! This was better than anything Johnny and Billy had told him about. He groaned over and over again, incoherent boyish mutterings coming from his lips at the sight of his hardened shaft of flesh sinking to the hilt into Miss Dolan's mouth. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised so that he could watch her face bobbing up and down over his nakedly squirming loins. The sight of his cock stretching and tearing at her lips only increased the thrill of her tongue swiping hotly around the madly tingling head.
Then suddenly he dropped his hips back down into the cushion on the table, his whole body tensing and quivering. He couldn't hold it back any longer.
Gwen could feel the beginning of the swiftly throbbing reaction and started sucking his feverish cock with even greater passion, the tips of her teeth teasing gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had pressed the blood from beneath the surface to the skin. She shifted her position to try to ease the strain on her shoulders and reached under his buttocks again to cup them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around and around the growing glans furiously until Skip felt it reach the bursting point.
Great swirls of heat were building deep in his lust-tightened balls as he watched her laboring obscenely above his desperately tensed loins. The muscles in his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the table to push even farther up between the tender moistness of her lips. The thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his pistoning cock.
Then suddenly he gasped. The moment was here, and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the boiling hot sperm beg in its mad dash from the cavern of his balls up the long, throbbing shaft of his penis to start spewing in thin white streams into her sucking mouth.
Her cheeks expanded and hollowed as she greedily milked the life-giving semen from his youthful cock, swallowing it hungrily to keep from choking.
She moaned in wanton delirium about the rigidly spewing penis as she felt the first kindling twitches of release deep up inside her own finger-ravaged pussy. Her whole body was contorting in ecstatic spasms of bliss as she felt the searing streams of sperm splatter hotly against the back of her throat. Her body was like a tightly wound spring being released. Then, without warning, her legs went limp and it was all she could do to keep from sinking to the floor in a heap. Her heart pounded in her chest as though it would explode. Her whole body was on fire with the maddening shocks of her orgasm. The tightly clasping lips of her cunt worked and sucked furiously at his cruelly shoving fingers as the wildly rapid spasms coursed from her loins out through every inch of her body.
Skip sank back on the examination table in exhaustion, his hips continuing an involuntary twitching as he spurted the last drop of his cum up into her mouth. He could feel it was happening to her too, feel the soft inner muscles of her vagina grasping and clutching frenziedly at his fingers as her body trembled and jerked above him.
She kept on sucking and licking even after he'd finished cumming, and he could hear the softly gurgling sounds in her throat as she swallowed every drop of it until his cock and even the curling strands of hair around the base of it were licked dry.
Then tenderly she pushed his fingers from her satiated cunt. She rested her weight on her arms, braced against the table for support, and let her face lie warmly between his softly trembling thighs.
God, thought Skip, this was the wildest thing in the world! But how could he ever convince the other boys it had ever happened?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Coach Ed McClaine hesitated for a moment at the door of the anteroom of the clinic which stood behind the school building. The prospect of asking Gwen Dolan again about going out with him this weekend made him nervous. But goddamn her, there just wasn't any logic in the silly excuses she kept making when he invited her out. He knew she wasn't that busy. And he'd gotten enough strong signals from her to convince him that if put in exactly the right situation she could be had.
Damn these cock-teasers anyway! Gwen Dolan was one of the sexiest women he'd ever seen in his life. It radiated from her. Just walking down the hall of the school building she looked perpetually as if she was so hot she was about to cum in her panties. And Ed had gotten close enough that one night when they were parked in his car to convince him he had to have her. He had to have those voluptuous breasts naked in his hands. He had to suck her tingling nipples until she screamed with lust. And he had to get up between those lusciously curving thighs and ram his cock into that sweet little cunt of hers. Then, by God, he'd show her.
When she was quivering with passion beneath him, lewdly begging for more and more, she'd get it--but not until after she'd humbled herself enough to make up for these endless refusals and for leading him on all this time!
With a deep breath Ed knocked on the door. He waited for a moment but heard nothing from inside. He knocked once more still getting no answer he tried the door and found it unlocked and stepped into the anteroom.
It was empty. Ed looked quickly around, and started to leave. Then he heard the sound.
It came from beyond the door to the examination room. And though he couldn't be sure, there was an animal quality to it that immediately made the hair on the back of his neck bristle excitedly.
Ed stepped closer to the door, listening intently. For a moment there was nothing. Then it came again--a muffled wailing moan.
"Jesus!" he whispered under his breath. Unless he was out of his mind, somebody was getting fucked in there, or about to get fucked. And there wasn't much question in his mind as to who it was.
Goddamn her! It had to be Gwen. The woman, anyway. He knew that well enough, but who in the hell was the man? Superintendent Ash? Ridiculous. Maybe . . . Drew, the history teacher. Ed recalled that he had mentioned once back early in the term that sooner or later he was going to get into those hot little panties of the new nurse, but that was quite a while ago now and Ed knew for a fact Gwen Dolan had turned down the only other bachelor on the faculty as many times as she'd rejected him.
But who else could it be? It had to be Drew. Ed leaned closer to the door and heard another piteous, distinctly sexual moan of what could only be a woman building toward lewdly excited orgasmic frenzy.
And they must be doing it on the examination table, he thought. There was nowhere else in that little room but the floor.
Ed turned away from the door and started to go out. Then he changed his mind and walked over to sit down behind the desk. If Gwen Dolan was fucking another one of the faculty members during duty hours, by God, the least he could do was find out who it was. And if nothing else she'd pay with embarrassment for leading him on the way she had and then putting out to one of the other men first. His ego couldn't afford this.
Ed drummed his fingers nervously on the top of the desk, listening to the now incessant mewling sounds from beyond the examination room door. There was no longer any doubt in his mind. It sounded like one of the wildest fucks Ed McClaine had ever heard in his life, and he knew he should go ahead and make his own dignified exit. But he couldn't bring himself to move. He just wanted to see the look on that bitch's face when she walked out and found him sitting here, knowing full well he'd heard the whole thing.
But in spite of himself Ed couldn't quell his own response to the lewdly lascivious sounds that echoes from the other room. He felt his massively throbbing cock begin to stir teasingly inside the jock strap he wore beneath his trousers, straining and struggling for the room it needed to grow as the wanton cries from beyond ,the door beckoned it to a fully pulsating hardness.
Gradually the muffled cries and piteously straining moans grew louder and more intense. Occasionally he caught the unintelligible sound of a spoken word, or phrase, but though he strained his ears he couldn't hear well enough to identify the person who uttered them.
Ed felt a hot sweat break out on his forehead as he pictured in his mind the sight of Gwen Dolan's voluptuously curved body writhing in naked orgasmic passion on the little cushioned examination table. Goddamn, whoever it was in there fucking her, he sure as hell envied them.
Then he heard a final agonized cry, and a pulsing silence. Ed waited motionless, his body tensed, for a long moment. Then he stood up suddenly and tiptoed quietly to the door. At the last moment he'd decided that for Drew's sake it wouldn't do for them to find him sitting behind the desk and know that he'd intentionally eavesdropped. Better to let them think he'd just happened in accidentally as they reached their madly pitched climax. Let them believe his own ears were their innocent victim. That way he would be in the clear and it would be just as embarrassing for them.
Damn him, anyway, if it was Drew. But he had to give the history teacher credit. Miss Dolan was no pushover. Ed knew that from his own experience.
Ed waited breathlessly just inside the door. Now, for what seemed like a very long time, there was nothing but silence. Then he heard a stirring shuffle and the door opened.
Ed almost dropped his rocks. He couldn't believe his eyes. Because it wasn't Drew, or even Ash. Or even one of the married members of the faculty.
The new boy who'd transferred from San Jose a couple or three weeks ago walked into the anteroom, a stupefied grin on his face. Then the teenager's mouth dropped and he stopped in his tracks, staring dumbfounded up at the football coach. Just behind him Gwen Dolan was smoothing the skirt of her uniform down her lithely sensuous thighs. She also stopped, a stunned look on her face, which was still crimsoned with the flush of her sexual release.
"Oh!" she gasped, her hand flying defensively up to her face. "I... gave him his tetanus shot. . . "
Ed's vision blurred. He was almost blinded by the rage and jealousy and embarrassment that surged through him. The whole freshmen football team had been eagerly watching his relationship with Miss Dolan, counting on him to be the first to get into that hotly quivering pussy. And now this greenhorn kid had beat him to it.
Ed turned, saying nothing, and opened the door and stalked out into the afternoon autumn coolness.
* * *
Gwen was about to get into bed when she heard the loud knock at the front door of her house. She tensed, a nervous fluttering in her stomach. There was no one she wanted to see now. She'd been on the verge of a nervous collapse all evening since coming out of the examination room with Skip to find Ed McClaine standing there. The clumsy fool had known! It was written all over his face. And she knew that only the worst could come from that knowledge now.
How fast her bliss had turned to gloom and despair! She'd somehow clung to the hope after she finished swallowing the last delicious drop of Skip's youthful cum that the boy might not tell anyone what had happened. She'd even dreamed they would be able to do it again and that their secret would remain safe. Then, emerging from the room with orgasmic glow still exuding from her flushed and shining face, she'd seen Ed.
Now she waited, silent and afraid. And after a moment the knock on the door was repeated, louder. There was nothing to do but answer it.
Gwen tiptoed to the closet and pulled a light, flimsy dressing gown from a hanger and wrapped it around her voluptuously trembling body, clad in nothing but her loosely hanging bikini panties. Then she crept fearfully to the door and inched it open.
She should have known. It was Ed McClaine. And she realized that opening the door without asking who it was had been a terribly foolish mistake, though from his look of drunken rage she thought he would probably have broken it down anyway.
Gwen tried to push the door closed in his face. She knew a barricade would do more good than words right now. But he lunged forward, planting his foot inside to block the door, and glaring at her fiercely with his drunken, bloodshot eyes. He was swaying on his feet as if he would topple over like a giant redwood severed at the base of its trunk.
Gwen retreated in fear as the hulking, muscle-bound man pushed through the door, weaving drunkenly, and stalked into the bed/living room combination. Now, unfortunately, it was more bedroom, for she'd just finished folding out the couch.
He paused in the center of the cramped room, looking around with animal hostility, almost as though he'd expected to find someone else there. Then he whirled around, scowling with rage at Gwen's pale, shivering form. She clutched the flimsily revealing robe tightly about her voluptuously unencumbered breasts, cowering before the animal lust in his bloodshot eyes.
"Anything I can't stand it's a prick tease!" he blurted out, thick-tongued.
Gwen tried to rally a facade of courage. It was her only hope now. She had to bluff him down. Any sign of weakness and she was lost. She could sense that, exuding from him as it would exude from a cornered, wounded beast.
"You're drunk, Ed."
"You're goddamn right I'm drunk!"
"Go home, Ed. Please. Let me go to bed."
"You're going to bed whether you like it or not. You filthy whore. You're going to bed with me."
Gwen's eyes darted frantically around the room. For a brief instant she thought of trying to grab a weapon. But she knew that would be futile anyway. She didn't have the courage, the Strength or even the will to compete physically with this hulking brute. If he wanted her that way, then he could have her. But she still hoped that somehow he could be reasoned with.
"What kind of a whore are you anyway?" Ed slurred. "You lead me on for the whole term. You lead Drew on. Then you leave us both hanging and seduce a fourteen-year-old kid right there in the clinic."
"I didn't lead you on!"
"The hell you didn't. And you did seduce him."
"I.. . didn't." She knew the lie didn't even sound convincing. She knew her guilt showed, as it always had for anyone who wanted to look close enough to see.
"Well, I'm gonna let you know what it's like to get fucked by a real man. Then maybe the rest of the boys on campus will at least be safe from you."
He lumbered heavily toward her. Gwen retreated as far as she could, pinning her back against the wall and cowering in fear as she watched the tall, broad-shouldered man come swaying toward her.
"No, Ed. Please don't do that to me. Please!"
His hands caught her shoulders tightly and he jerked her body roughly toward his. Though she was a voluptuous, leggy woman, almost five-eight, she felt like a feather in his hands as he crushed her sensuously yielding breasts hard against his chest.
Gwen's body stiffened as he reached greedily down the outside of her flimsy robe and began to massage the soft white cheeks of her buttocks from behind and pull her loins up tightly against his. He kissed her wetly on the lips, his tongue whipping ruthlessly into her mouth, and ground his loins into hers so she could feel the hotly rising hardness in his pants pressing obscenely against her own moistening, unprotected pussy. She clenched her eyes shut as sudden, uncontrollably lewd sensations began coursing through her body contrary to everything she wanted to feel.
His other hand moved eagerly up between their tightly pressed bodies, his fingers nipping teasingly at her nipples that swelled rigidly and protruded through the thin silken material of her robe, and now his penis loomed to full hardness, thrusting threateningly up into the defenseless warmth between her thighs to bring further moans of helpless submission from her throat.
The sheer hopelessness of her position filled her not with despair but with a luridly perverse excitement.
"God, you're built, baby! I'm gonna enjoy this even more than I dreamed that night you let me feel you up in the car." He rasped the words hungrily into her ear.
"Oh don't, please don't," she whimpered as she felt the deliciously obscene feelings still rippling across the surface of her tingling, goose-bumped skin. "I can't let you do it."
"You let that fourteen-year-old kid. Why not me?" he laughed gruffly, dropping his hand down between their tightly merged thighs to the softly pliant smoothness of her almost-naked belly.
"Oh no. Don't touch me there. Please don't," she whimpered, still trying to fight down the keenly rising sensations that swelled perversely in her wetly moistening loins.
Her body jerked as she felt Ed's fingers clawing at the flimsy robe and pulling it up the front of her quivering white thighs. She moaned, trying to squirm away, using all her willpower to overcome the strangely exciting sensations that welled up against her volition in the pit of her stomach.
"Bitch! I'm gonna fuck you like no fourteen-year-old boy can!"
Gwen gasped, holding her breath, as she felt the hem of the gown reach the leg band of her panties and his fingers suddenly come into hotly searing contact with the softness of her naked thighs and begin to tuck the tight crotch band away from the warmly pulsing mound of her cunt. An electrifying shock rippled through her awakening loins as he slipped his middle finger beneath the narrow leg band, and she squirmed backwards, whimpering helplessly. He soon found the sensitively pulsing slit of her vagina and gently thrust his finger upward to part the silken strands of pubic hair and reach sudden torturing contact with the tiny throbbing head of her clitoris.
Already it had become wet and slippery from the relentless surging of unwelcome desire up between her legs, and she sucked her breath in desperately to hold back the groan of pleasure building deeply in her belly. She clasped her warmly resisting thighs tightly together in defense, but she could feel the flowing wetness flooding down out of the tormented trembling slit of her pussy as his middle finger probed deeper up into the wet velvet-like flesh.
Then suddenly Ed pushed her away, slamming her helpless body back against the wall. Still teetering drunkenly on his feet, his hands fumbled awkwardly at his fly. Gwen was unable to tear her eyes away as he unzipped his trousers and reached his hand inside to suddenly expose the thickly swelling shaft of his cock. It was almost twice as big as Skip's throbbing and twitching as if with a savage animal craving of its own, looming up in astonishing proportion from his still clothed loins.
"Like that, baby?" he smiled, obviously deriving a perverse enjoyment from the threatening size of his lust-bloated cock.
Gwen recalled that somewhere long ago she'd heard that these muscle-bound bruisers usually cultivated their physiques to compensate for some sexual failing, but in Ed's case it didn't look like that could be true, at least anatomically speaking. She hadn't seen anything to match it in her life, either in the numerous dirty magazines she pored over or in the medical textbooks at the nurse's school.
"Bet that grade school punk didn't show you anything like this." He continued his tormenting of the horrified girl, watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing fear cross her face as she saw the enormous, hotly throbbing shaft flex twitchingly up from his loins.
Gwen tried to protest but she couldn't find the voice. She was flattened against the wall, completely frozen with fear as she watched the hulking man reach down to vulgarly stroke his massively jerking cock. Against her will her eyes fastened on the desire-hardened rod of flesh. God, it was thick! In spite of herself she found herself wondering how any woman could take that thing up her vagina.
Then he started toward her again.
"Don't touch me," she stammered, immobilized with fear. She knew there was no escape now. He was going to ravish her helpless body no matter how much she pleaded with him not to.
Ed reached out with his eager hands and seized the neck of the flimsy robe she was wearing, pushing it easily off her shoulders. She hardly even resisted as it slipped down over the tantalizing curves of her body and fell to the floor, leaving her clad in nothing but her sheer transparent panties. He seized her naked shoulders, again hugging her firmly to his towering form. Gwen shivered as she felt his hard pulsing cock loom threateningly up against the sensitive softness of her inner thighs and prod shockingly close to her defenselessly moistening pussy.
He kissed her again on the lips, his tongue plunging hungrily into her mouth, his hands clawing wildly at the softly trembling flesh of her naked body. Then he whirled her easily about and gave an effortless shove that sent her staggering backwards toward the bed. She lost her balance and the edge of the bed caught her behind the knees, causing her to fall flat on her back. As she landed, her thighs parted invitingly.
Ed lunged forward and trapped her there as she struggled to close her open-splayed thighs. He tugged aside the dampened crotch band of her panties, working his finger up inside the band to smoothly part the warm moist lips of her cunt, his elbows maintaining her milk-white thighs in their helplessly widespread position. Gwen struggled in vain, her buttocks clenched desperately together, as she felt one of his hands move crudely into the hotly trembling softness between her thighs, his finger brushing in an eagerly thrusting motion along the length of the sensuously pulsing, hair-fringed slit of her pussy. The moisture spilled out freely in a warm gush of unwelcome lust as she squirmed her hips in futile retreat.
Then Gwen shuddered from the tips of her toes to the tingling nipples of her breasts as Ed's fingers pulled open the trembling cuntal lips and his middle finger slipped stiffly up into the tight vaginal warmth.
She didn't know if her cry was in protest or pleading as his free hand reached to unsnap his trousers and shove them down around his athletically muscular thighs. His enormous bulging cock bobbed up in a threatening, springing motion, slapping with an obscene smack against his hairy lower abdomen.
Then in a quick, ruthless motion, he pulled the thin bikini panties down off her thighs. Gwen shivered in confused fear and longing as he started to lower his body down toward hers. She wanted it! A part of her now cried out for the savage ravishment and punishment he was about to inflict on her. But a fragment of pride welled up from somewhere deep in her being. She wasn't going to submit willingly to being taken this way by this uncouth brute she didn't even care for!
In a last desperate effort Gwen clamped her hotly trembling thighs together. A wanton sob rising to her throat she flung her body from beneath him and rolled, curling, onto her stomach.
Ed's massively palpitating cock twitched with even more heightened craving as he saw Gwen's firmly cleft, dimpled buttocks presented up to him. Sobbing, she cringed into a tight ball on the bed, lying almost over on her belly so that her nakedly inviting buttocks were up-thrust unwittingly into his face. Between the milk-white half-moons he could see a few stray strands of her wetly moistened pubic hair curling back into view, and above that the shady glimpse of her tightly clenched, puckered anus.
"All right, baby," Ed growled. "If that's the way you want it, that's the way you're gonna get it."
He bounded up onto the bed behind her, reaching his hand from behind into the gently pulsing softness up between her thighs, spreading the freely flowing vaginal moisture upward in a single swiping motion along the warm, forbidden crack between her fearfully cowering buttocks. His middle finger pushed the slick wetness teasingly into the tightly puckered nether entrance in spite of all her efforts to stop him.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhh!" Gwen gasped in pained surprise at the sudden searing intrusion as his finger slipped to the first knuckle in the warmly squeezing tightness of her anus.
She felt Ed's free hand pushing her down on the bed until she was lying completely on her stomach with her hips thrust upward in lewd invitation like a female dog's. She realized too late what he planned to do, but before she could wriggle out of the humiliating position the full weight of his massively muscular body came crushing down on her to pin her body helplessly in the obscene posture.
"No, Ed, please no!" she sobbed, shaking her head frantically from side to side and causing her long, sandy hair to lash whip-like about her shoulders.
She felt his finger shove again at the entrance of her nakedly exposed rectum and she tried to clench the tiny puckered lips tighter in a desperate effort to prevent the cruel penetration she knew was coming. Ed probed for a moment longer at the outer edges of the small elastic circle, then shoved eagerly forward as the tight resistance gave way. Gwen's body jerked in a spasm of fear and pain as she felt his finger sink in all the way to the palm of his hand.
"Oh don't, Ed. It hurts!" she sobbed, tears of pain and humiliation running down her cheeks as she realized the drunken brute was serious in his lewd intentions.
"I'll teach you to fuck a fourteen-year-old kid and then turn your ass to me," he snarled drunkenly.
She tried to pull from beneath him again but he shoved her down until she lay flat on her belly again on the bed, pinioned beneath his weight so that she couldn't move. Then, as she gritted her teeth against the pain and tried to fight down the rising shame that made her want to break completely and yield herself totally to his will, he wiggled and burrowed the finger deeper. He probed it far up into the clasping rubbery tightness of her rectum, twisting it and working it in a searing, stretching circle until gradually she started to accustom herself to the indecent invasion and the pain began to subside.
Then suddenly he pulled the finger back out of her and Gwen sobbed again in even greater protest as she felt him push her legs up under her, working her into a kneeling position so that her nakedly defenseless buttocks were again thrust helplessly up into the air. A shudder shook her whole body as she felt his raging cock prod threateningly up between her softly quivering thighs and she remembered how absolutely enormous it was.
"Nooooooo!" Gwen cried in terror.
She clawed back at him with one of her hands but he caught her wrist, holding it firmly with little effort in his massive hand, then pinned it across the wrist of her other arm and stretched them both above her head to press them down tight at the top of the bed.
Now she was completely helpless, and realizing that, she ceased her struggles, letting her voluptuously naked body sag almost limp as he positioned himself behind her lewdly upturned buttocks. Now she knew it was going to happen and there was no way to stop it. He was going to fuck her in this most obscene fashion and there was no way of dissuading him. She took a curious comfort in her helplessness, and wondered if maybe all along, deep down inside herself, she'd really wanted this to happen!
Then her hips jerked suddenly forward in spasmodic response as she felt the huge rubbery head of Ed's lust-thickened cock push up between the virginal tightness of her quivering ass-cheeks to prod bluntly against the warmly tingling mouth of her anus.
She felt a bright flash of pain dart up into her rectum as he shoved hungrily forward against the desperately clenching resistance.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhh!" she cried, her hips sagging forward in retreat as he forced her shapely legs wider apart with his knees and his free hand spread the tightly clasped ass-cheeks to let the thickly throbbing cock-head pop slickly up inside.
The shattering intrusion of his cock vibrated searingly through every inch of her helpless body as she tossed and squirmed again in futile reaction, thrashing her head from side to side as a series of sobs and mutterings and curses spewed from between her gritted teeth. She could feel the throbbing hot shaft worming slowly up into her, stretching and parting the resisting elastic walls deep up between her trembling buttocks, burrowing relentlessly into her until at last with a sigh of relief she felt his hairy loins smack lewdly against the stretched white skin of her wide-splayed buttocks.
Groaning deeply, Gwen rocked back against him, her whole body trembling as she bore the white-hot pain and found her unleashed masochistic spirit demanding more of it.
"God, that's tight, baby," Ed grunted. "You like it, don't you? Goddamn, I can feel it in you. You like it!"
But she said nothing, only whimpering softly as she began to gently undulate her hips, courting and intensifying the pain in a bizarre little game with herself. She wanted it! She wanted to accept everything this brute could dish out to her--and then still overcome it, swallow it up hungrily into her flesh.
Twitching with eagerness, Ed flexed his massively thick cock far up inside the stretched and burning passage of her rectum, then began to saw slowly in and out of her, lunging his loins roughly against the firmly rounded cushions of her hips, jolting her body with each searing penetration.
Ed watched excitedly as the cock-skewered body of the woman who'd teased and led him on and put him down for so long writhed in helpless submission before him, pagan shudders racking her shimmying young torso, her milk-white buttocks jerking roundly as he drove his lust-hardened cock far up between them. She was going out of her mind! He knew that the incessant mewlings that issued in insane succession from her throat were less from pain than passion, and it was driving him to the point that in spite of the alcohol he'd drunk he could hardly control himself.
"Ooooohh," she moaned beneath him, her hand reaching down between her thighs to gently cradle his balls as he fucked up into her warmly clasping rectum.
Gwen could feel herself almost splitting open from the excruciating invasion in the sensitive anal tightness, but now she welcomed it, and basked in it. Her body, denied for so long, cried out for sensation, for anything that would let it know it was alive--even this humiliating and debasing blend of pain and pleasure. She mouthed more of the lurid obscenities of encouragement back at him, clasping the hotly plunging shaft of his cock with the tightly gripping muscles far up inside her, wiggling and shaking her buttocks from side to side in a lewd dancing movement that only heightened the already blinding sensations in her tortured rectum.
Behind her, Ed's balls began to tighten achingly as he fucked into her with increasing desire and force, his loins slamming hard against the proffered cushion of her buttocks as he drove his wildly throbbing cock to the hilt up into her ovaly stretched asshole. His hands clutched and clawed at the glistening sweat-soaked flesh of her back, tickling and teasing down the indented line of her spine and over the soft dimples at the tops of her buttocks, then one circled around her waist to pull the quivering half-moons of her hips up even more tightly to his gyrating loins. With his other hand he spread the cheeks wider apart and watched with more highly aroused lust the obscene skewering of his thickly pulsating shaft into the puckered tightness of the tiny clinging hole.
His blood-swollen cock felt as though it would burst, and before him Gwen was sobbing in unrestrained passion. "Yes, you big dumb bastard," she taunted him, "go ahead and fuck me. Fuck me harder. Hurt me!"
She screamed as he intensified his thrusts, jamming up viciously between her wide-held, milk-white thighs. His hand dropped from her waist and stroked lightly through the soft brownish hair of her cunt to flick down over the up-standing bud of her clitoris throbbing hotly out of the moisture of her thinly tingling vaginal slit.
"Yes," she sobbed, shaking her head from side to side in wanton delirium. "Stick you finger in my cunt!"
Tweaking and teasing the throbbing clitoral bud with his thumb, Ed parted the hair-lined cuntal lips with his fingers, slowly dragging them up and down the softly pulsing pinkness. Then, as she screwed her buttocks even more wildly back against the hard-driving shaft of his lust-inflamed cock, he wormed his middle finger viciously up into the clasping velvety tightness, stretching the quivering warmth of the cuntal sheath and prompting even more insane cries of joy and passion from her lips.
Then suddenly his whole body froze. He trembled, his balls jerking between his muscular thighs as his cock bobbed tensely into the tightness of the nether passage, the huge bulbous head pulsing in a massively frenzied throb as he felt his resistance and control give way.
It was too much, the sight of this prick-tease of a whore squirming in total subjugation before him and begging for more as he fucked her in the ass like an animal. He'd never encountered anything this hot and willing in his whole life and the excitement was more than he could stand.
He was going to cum any second now. He couldn't hold it back any longer.
"Wait," she pleaded, her hips squirming in a wildly rotating circle as the anal walls clasped down so tightly on his cock that he almost yelled out in shock and pain. "Wait. Please!"
Then she tried to squirm away from him. His finger dropped from between the palpitating softness of her cunt as he felt her trying to roll over. But her rectum still clung to his cock in the desperate mechanical grasping of the elastically clinging walls.
"Cum in my pussy," she pleaded. "Don't leave me hanging like this!"
But it was too late. Ed slammed his cock back into her futilely clenched anus in a jolting powerful thrust that swept aside all resistance. Gwen felt his loins crash hard against her buttock, the bulbous rubbery head jerking far up inside her nakedly writhing belly. With a cry of despair she rocked her roundly straining buttocks back against him as she felt the frantic flexing and the cum welled up from his balls and came spewing out in hot, thickly lubricating droplets that splattered deep up into the warmly sucking tightness of her rectum, slickening the passage until he could fuck smoothly and easily in and out of her as he -launched into a final flurry of rapidly slamming strokes, grunting and groaning in obscene glee as he spurted into her again and again to empty the massive store of cum that had been building in his balls for so long.
Gwen heaved out a strained sigh of frustration and relief as she felt the enormous cock start to go limp and deflate in her, easing the stretching tension in her burning nether depths. But now her own body was on fire. She'd fought and resisted him futilely with the few weapons at her disposal, had been forced to yield to the lewdest and most degrading humiliation, and now just when her own body had begun to come to life, he was giving out. She felt the heavy weight of his body sag tiredly against her, crushing her down on the bed as she twitched with gnawing disappointment beneath him. She heard his breathing change from the hoarse strained gasps to a rhythmic panting. Now she could feel his cock shrinking, deflating and drying up so any moment she knew it would fall helplessly from her.
She wriggled from beneath him and struggled over onto her back. Wrapping her arms pleadingly around his massive, hairy shoulders. She showered his cheeks with eager kisses.
"Good, huh, baby?" he sputtered with an elated, stupid grin.
Good?! She blinked, her body trembling. The clod didn't even know. He thought she'd cum too.
"Fuck me again, Ed. Fuck me in the cunt."
He snuggled down against her. "Nest time. I'm beat tonight. I haven't had a ride like that since ..."
Her body stiffened. She pushed away from him, a lump welling in her throat and tears filling her eyes.
"Well you stupid ass!" she hissed. "You're not even half a man. You want to know why I go to bed with little boys? Because they satisfy me. They care enough to satisfy me, too." She jerked her head around, glaring at him with a feline wrath that made him wince. "Get out of here. Get out! Just go away."
He sat up sheepishly, dumbfounded by her sudden outburst and still only half comprehending, and began to tug his trousers up from his ankles.
"Hit it was true, Gwen thought, her tormented, naked body convulsing in aching spasms of frustration. Skip was the only male who'd ever satisfied, her, even if he was just a boy, and he'd done it with only his finger!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gwen didn't know whether it was Skip or Ed or both who had talked, but the next morning when she got to the campus it was obvious that the whole school knew at least something of what had happened. She'd sensed it almost immediately upon her arrival, a change of attitude when she would meet a group of boys in the hall or pass the open door to one of the classrooms. She could hear the giggling and sniggering behind her everywhere she went. Then shortly before lunch, Harry Taylor, the shy studious kid who'd failed his eye test the day Gwen first saw Skip, gave her the finger. That was the clincher. Harry had never even indulged in mild flirting with her like some of the other boys did. And when he flicked her that lewdly insulting sign, Gwen knew for certain she'd been exposed.
A feeling of gloom and alienation descended upon her. The attitude of the youngsters seemed openly hostile, as lurid and contemptuous as that of the customers in Skip's father's bookstore. She felt like an outcast, a fallen woman being ostracized as though she were a whore being stoned in biblical times.
To make matters worse, she was almost out of her mind with the wildly stimulated sexual desires that had been unleashed to flower rampantly in her during the last several days. Ed's brutal rape of her helpless body the night before had driven her to an unbearably exciting pinnacle of masochistic passion; then he'd left her hanging in the throes of unfulfilled lust. She'd tossed and turned sleeplessly in her bed all night long, her body alive with the fires of her craving. This morning her skin felt as if it was being pricked all over by a thousand tiny hot needles.
Gwen was only relieved that she had no special chores to do that day. After lunch, which she took alone at a small table in the corner of the cafeteria, she retreated to the clinic where she hoped she would be able to spend the entire day in solitude. But now she was beset by the nagging fear that word of her lewd goings-on would reach Mr. Ash. And she dreaded the moment when the superintendent might appear at the clinic. She couldn't answer to him for the things she'd done, especially if he found out about the incident with Skip. There was no way for her to face up to that straight-laced old man and try to explain how she'd happened to suck a fourteen-year old boy's cock in the clinic when she was supposed to be correcting a mistake on his medical chart.
Filled with dread, Gwen waited alone in the oppressive silence of the empty clinic. The seconds ticking off on the clock seemed like the little eternities of a languishing soul in purgatory. She'd never felt so helpless and alone and beaten in her life. She was cut off from the whole rest of the world, as if she were a small meteorite or satellite that had flown out of orbit and drifted directionless in the vast vacuum of space.
Finally she laid her head down on her arms on the desk and slept. She had a short, fitful dream. She thought it was a nightmare, though she couldn't remember it, and when she awoke her nagging apprehension was even greater.
Then the door opened, and without waiting for an invitation Billy Caldwell and Johnny Lane walked in.
In some curious way Gwen was almost glad to see them, though she knew they must have heard something from Skip or Coach McClaine and only come to taunt her. But now she felt so miserable and alone, she almost welcomed that diversion.
"Hi, Miss Dolan." Billy said, a lewdly disrespectful grin on his face.
Gwen rubbed her eyes, fighting down a yawn. She'd really been fast asleep and she still wasn't quite awake. She felt almost like she was drunk or drugged.
"Aren't you boys supposed to be in class?"
"We're supposed to be in study hall," Johnny said. "But Mr. Drew's reading a dirty magazine, and we sneaked out."
Gwen blushed at the cruelly implied insult. Children, she thought, could be only too perfect replicas of their elders. Too prompt to set themselves up in judgment over someone else's private life.
"And football practice is canceled this afternoon, and there's nothing else to do. So we thought we'd come and keep you company."
"That's very nice of you kids."
"We may just look like kids with our clothes on," Johnny said. "Naked, we're BOYS." He dragged the word out with a clearly intended meaning, then giggled. "Wanna see, Miss Dolan?"
"That's enough!" Gwen said in a flaring voice, her face flushing to crimson. "If you want to act like gentlemen . . . you can stay. Otherwise, I want you to get out of here right now."
"We don't wanna leave," said Billy. "We wanna be here with you, because we know what you want."
Gwen almost started to cry, to break down helplessly and let the rush of tears fill her eyes and wash away her immense despair. She could love these boys. She could hold them both to her bosom, stroke their cute little heads tenderly and shower kisses on their eyes and cheeks and lips. And in turn they had for her only contempt and sharply cutting jibes.
There was a moment of silence. Gwen stared pleadingly at the two youngsters, and they looked at each other knowingly. At last Johnny nodded, and Billy started around the desk toward her.
Gwen tensed, watching almost fearfully as the boy came nervously, yet determined, toward her. Then he was upon her, cupping her cheeks in his hands and tilting her face firmly sideways. Her mouth and eyes opened wide with shock as he leaned his head down quickly, his eager young lips covering hers and his tongue whipping lewdly into her mouth before she could recover herself enough to try to stop him. His lips crushed her own back hotly against her teeth, and she felt one of his hands drop from her face, moving forcibly across the softly pliant flesh of her shoulder and creeping down over the fully rounded rise of one of her voluptuously pulsating breasts, kneading and massaging the softly resistant flesh hungrily and causing a whimper of kindling protest to swell with a gurgle in Gwen's throat. He continued, plunging his tongue deeper into her mouth to silence her objections, his hand working anxiously at her fully up-thrust breasts, pushing his fingers and the loosely clinging material of the nurse's uniform down between one of the swelling mounds and the tight-fitting brassiere cup to brush with exquisitely titillating friction across the rigidly tingling point of her nipple.
For an instant Gwen began to yield, to respond with her own hotly rising fervor. Then in a sudden struggling effort she pushed the young teenager away from her. She lifted her hand to wipe her lips, glaring furiously at the smirking youngster. The fold of the uniform that he'd shoved down into the cup of her brassiere still hung there, and her hastened breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall heavily, creating a maddening friction on the wildly excited bud of her sensitive nipple.
"What do you think I am?" she hissed. "You prance in here and grab me like I'm some kind of cheap whore ... !"
She was a bundle of contradictions. She was furious at the blatant insult, at the implied suggestion that because she had slipped once or twice she would go to bed with anybody at the drop of a hat. Yet she was afraid it might be true. In spite of all the outrageous insanity of the prospect, she wanted these two boys now. She wanted to say to hell with caution and morality. To hell with the restrictions society placed on a person. To hell with everything. If she was so hot to do something, why didn't she just go ahead and do it--fuck the whole school if she so desired. And to hell with worrying about whether she was being insulted by the boys who fucked her. What did she care about insults or pride if she got what she wanted in her heart and soul and the depths of her now madly pulsing, desire-crazed loins?
"We don't mean any harm," said Billy.
"We don't think you're a whore," Johnny echoed. "We just think you're the prettiest, sexiest woman alive."
A spontaneous giggle burst to her throat. It was a small thing, yet now it seemed the greatest compliment. Then Billy stepped up to her again.
Gwen sat frozen to immobility as his clumsily trembling hands reached toward her again and began to fumble with the buttons down the front of her nurse's uniform. She couldn't move, either to protest or assist as his fingers tore open the buttons and parted the uniform back off the upthrust mounds of her breasts, pulsating to throbbing fullness inside the low half-cups of her brassiere. Soft whimpers rose in her throat and her breath came in feverishly strained gasps as she stared down with awe to watch the teasingly slow exposure of her voluptuous body. Out of the corner of her eye she noted Johnny had moved closer to the desk, also staring eagerly as Billy started to push the uniform down from her shoulders. At last, with a strained and cracking sigh, she raised her hand to stop him.
"No," Gwen gasped. "Not here. In back where the bed is."
She could hardly believe the words she'd uttered with her own voice. Yet she had said them; she'd heard them clearly herself, echoing stunningly in her ears as if the thoughts of her wanton, innermost fantasies had been broadcast over a loud speaker. Then she was up and walking, almost in a trance, gazing with wonder and awe down at her sensuously exposed breasts.
Gwen led the two eager boys along the short corridor to the rear of the clinic where the bed which they kept for emergency purposes was situated. They both entered the little room with her, giggling excitedly to each other with rising enthusiasm. Gwen remembered the lewd picture that had launched the lurid fantasy when she'd masturbated that night after her last trip to the bookstore when she'd first seen Skip and the whole insane affair had begun. Now even that wildly arousing vision was about to become real!
Or was it? she asked herself. Sanity returned for a fleeting moment and hung like a great umbrella of gloom over her. How could she go through with this shameful outrage, right here in the clinic, during school hours? Didn't she know she was in enough trouble already? A flutter of fear in her stomach almost made her nauseous, yet curiously it wasn't so much that she was frightened by the consequences now, even of such a lewdly flaunting act as allowing herself to be gang-banged by two boys here on campus. She didn't care about consequences any more. They paled in the face of her ultimately consuming lust. No it wasn't that. She was afraid she couldn't go through with the act itself, and now that thought frightened her more than any threat of retribution for it. She had to have something to calm her nerves and give her courage. She had to have some support if she were going to do it.
"Johnny," she said suddenly, taking a quarter from the small pocket on her uniform. "See if you can slip out to the pop machine and get two large cokes."
"Cokes?"
Gwen smiled. This, of course, would be the final insanity, but in her present state she had no choice. "There's a bottle of Everclear in the stockroom. Grain alcohol. But I need something to mix it with."
"Oh wow!" Billy gasped.
"Now it's not for you boys," she warned, shaking her finger at them.
Johnny grabbed the quarter and hurried out for the cokes. Gwen told Billy to wait for her and went to the stock cabinet for the alcohol. Then she returned and they waited in awkward silence until Johnny returned.
Gwen sat on the edge of the bed, the two boys still watching her eagerly as she poured a small portion of the 190-proof alcohol into a water glass, then added the coke. Even diluted it burned like tequila and was echoed by a vicious aftertaste, but Gwen felt an immediate light-headed effect as she took the first cautious drink. Then she continued to sip eagerly, longing for the tranquility and courage she knew it would give her.
"Miss Dolan," Billy asked finally.
"Yes?"
"Can we have some too?"
"No," she said firmly. "Absolutely not. I may let them accuse me of being a seducer of young boys, but I'm not going to answer to being the person who turned you into alcoholics."
"Aw please, Miss Dolan!" Johnny begged. "No. And that's final."
Gwen finished her first drink and had a short second one, the alcohol causing a warming glow to drift over her trembling body. Then she sighed and set the glass down next to the bottle on the medicine stand beside the bed. If she wasn't ready by now, she never would be. Billy and Johnny watched eagerly as she cast them a sultry smile, then rose with a slow almost musical motion of her tall, voluptuous body, and began to take off her dress.
Billy felt his penis begin to twitch excitedly in his trousers as he watched Miss Dolan push the uniform off her shoulders and let it slide sensuously down over the soft white skin of her body. Golly she was beautiful! He'd never seen a real woman naked before, except for his mother and that didn't count. Those girls in town had a lot of growing to do, all in the right places, too, if they were ever going to look as good as Miss Dolan did.
Johnny gasped as he watched the nurse, now wearing nothing but the flimsy, tight brassiere that pushed her breasts up so they looked like they would fall out over the top, and the tiny see-through panties hanging just above the fine curly line of her pussy hair, as she began to shimmy her white, naked body in a teasing dance of invitation. Her hand moved up behind her back and with a deft flick of her fingers the brassiere cups fell away from the fully molded mounds of her breasts. Then she pushed the straps from her sensuously curved shoulders and the skimpy little halter fluttered to the floor.
"Golly," Billy moaned, his youthfully pulsing cock swelling to a hotly tingling rigidity inside the constriction of his jockey shorts and Levis as Miss Dolan's voluptuously high-set breasts sprang into full freedom. Even whiter than the rest of her skin, they stood up firm and proud. They looked like they were going to burst, as if they swelled from within. And the nipples were brown and hard.
Suddenly Johnny ripped his sweater up over his head and tossed it away, then began to fumble anxiously with the zipper of his trousers. "I'm gonna go first!" he announced gleefully.
"The hell you are," Billy responded, in turn beginning to undo his own belt. "I'm the one that went over and kissed her to start the whole thing."
"But it was my idea in the first place!"
"I don't care. You would've been afraid to do anything if I hadn't come along and gotten her started."
Gwen laughed softly. Her smoothly sensual body completely naked except for the precariously clinging panties at her hips, she turned to the medicine table and lifted the glass to take another sip of the strong mixture of coke and everclear. The boys continued to banter back and forth in their mad race to see which one could get his clothes off first. Gwen turned back to them, watching with keenly titillating greed and eagerness as they exposed their young but athletically firm bodies. By the time the two boys had stripped down to their underwear the vocal competition had reached such a pitch, she was afraid they would come to blows if she didn't intercede.
"Screw you!" Billy was shouting. "Just 'cause your Dad's got more money than mine, you think you always have to go first at everything."
"Well screw you too, you damn faggot. Maybe I just don't like fucking after queers."
"Take that back, you punk!"
"BOYS!"
Her voice stopped them cold, and when they both turned to gaze again at her nakedly exposed body, she thought from the looks on their faces they must have almost forgotten what they were arguing about in their spirit of heightened competition. She loved that, the fanatical enthusiasm of these youngsters.
"Boys, boys," she purred. "You don't have to argue about a little thing like who's first. You can both go at the same time."
They glanced at each other briefly, then looked back at Gwen in confusion.
"Both at the same time?" Billy finally asked. "But...?"
Gwen's roundly heaving breasts trembled with her soft laughter. She selected the words of her next remark carefully and mulled them over in her mind with relish, the crude obscene bluntness and her anticipation of its effect on the two youngsters sending shocks of lewd delight to course shiveringly up from her softly stirring loins. "One of you in my pussy while the other fucks me in the mouth." She smiled in salacious invitation. "See how easy it is?"
Their mouths dropped open. They could hardly believe the obscene suggestion.
"You mean ..." Billy croaked, "Skip was telling the truth?"
Gwen nodded her head, her eyes almost filling with tears from the sudden joy that filled her nakedly heaving bosom. So Skip had talked. She didn't even begrudge him that now. She should even be grateful, she thought. If he hadn't spread the word, these two precious young boys might not be here now.
"Yes, he was telling the truth. Now take your shorts off, boys. In the interest of peace, I'll decide who cums where."
Gwen watched with lasciviously rising want as the youngsters struggled quickly out of their underpants to expose themselves in complete vulnerability before her, blushing shyly as her eyes greedily compared their naked young cocks, standing up already at fully pulsating erections.
"Mine's the biggest," said Billy with a proud smile.
"You're crazy," rasped Johnny. "Don't you think Miss Dolan has eyes."
Gwen could distinguish no difference. They were both big enough, rising up throbbingly with their blushing swollen heads, stretching tight the little ball sacs between the boys' tensed and muscular thighs.
"I think they're both lovely," she announced in genuine approval. Then she smiled at the salacious thrills that coursed through her already hotly moistening loins as she announced, "Billy, you can have my mouth. And Johnny, come over and pull my panties off. You're going to fuck me in the cunt."
Her thighs trembled as Johnny stepped toward her, his hands reaching down eagerly to grab the elastic waistband of the panties and tug them quickly away from the smooth plane of her belly and start to yank them immediately down over the flaring white mounds of her buttocks.
"Slow and easy," Gwen purred to stop him. "Pull them off slowly, Johnny. And touch and stroke me and make me feel every bit of it. You've got to make a woman hot."
Johnny drew a tight rein on his impatience, leaning closer to Miss Dolan as he worked his hands down inside the elastic of the panties, flicking his fingers teasingly through the softly curling strands of her cunt-hair and working them slowly downward to the more hotly pulsating warmth between her thighs. Gwen shivered as she felt the boy's fingers begin to stroke and tease the throbbing little bud of her clitoris to a. sudden tingling rigidity. Her legs trembled weakly as her hips started a soft lewd undulation, her quivering inner thighs scissoring open and closed on his fingers as they worked up into the thinly pulsating hair-lined pussy-lips.
"Oooooh! Oh yes, Johnny," she purred in a low, sultry voice.
Now he was standing very close to her. He came only up to the shoulders on the tall, leggy woman, and the high-set fullness of her heavily swollen breasts almost touched him in the face. Johnny couldn't resist. As he began to work his finger up into the clasping warmth of her gently flowering pussy, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue snake-like out of his mouth to brush it wetly across one of the tingling buds of her nipples. Gwen shivered, arching her shoulders back to thrust her breasts up even more invitingly into the young boy's face, her hands moving up to stroke with tender compassion through his curly hair as she hugged him warmly to her urgently tingling breasts.
Then it happened, as if in a dream: Johnny moved his lips over to her other breast, sucking the tautly swollen nipple into his mouth and nipping at it hungrily with his teeth so she cried out in a soft yell that only served to further spur his desperate longing. His other hand worked down inside the narrow waistband of her panties from the side, clasping and squeezing the firm ripeness of her hips, then exploring cautiously down into the warm forbidden valley between her wantonly writhing buttocks. Still sucking ravenously at the swelling tip of her nipple, he pushed the panties slowly down off the full curved, fleshy half-moons. He didn't know what was coming over him. He felt the strangest impulse, as if a distant force was commanding him. But he had to do it. As dirty as it sounded when he heard Coach McClaine and the older boys talking about it he had to try, at least just enough to see if she would let him do it.
Slowly Johnny bent his knees, his breath coming in hoarse strained gasps as he kissed down to the smoothly contoured under-halves of the breasts that stood up firmly and voluptuously rounded even without a brassiere, then trailed his tongue in a searing path of fire down across her belly. She mewled with delight, swaying on her feet as he flicked it teasingly into the dark little hole of her navel, staring down at him with shocked excitement as she began to suspect what the youngster had in mind.
Then Gwen moaned in wanton delirium as Johnny dropped suddenly lower to a precarious squatting position before the beckoning invitation of her trembling, slightly parted thighs.
Oh you lovely dear, she purred silently in her mind. You beautiful gift-child of nature . . .
Then her legs went weak as Johnny's fingers parted the softly haired folds of her wetly pulsing cuntal lips. With a slow torturing motion he drew them apart to expose the pinkly glistening slit of her pussy. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like sound coming from deep in his throat, the young teenager leaned slightly up and forward and planted a hot wet French kiss light on the openly pulsating slit of Miss Dolan's pussy.
Gwen screamed deliriously, her buttocks jerking in a wild spasm of sheer delight as she felt the teasingly limber thrust of the boy's tongue flicking along the thinly quivering lips of her cunt, then worming with maddening slowness up into the wetly trembling opening. A shudder shook her whole body as her hands dropped to his shoulders, pulling his boyish face tightly to her loins as she swayed her body in a pagan, savage undulation in response to the maddening sensations of the boy's tongue curiously exploring the depths of her palpitating vaginal tightness. Then she almost swooned, it felt so good, her legs going even weaker as she saw Billy moving closer up behind Johnny, his hand absently jerking at the foreskin of his angry red cock as he watched the lurid display.
Then she could stand up no longer. Her legs almost buckled under her as she sank down toward the mattress of the emergency cot, her hands sliding down to Johnny's shoulders and urging him to a reclining position on the bed beneath her as she eagerly positioned her loins above his young upthrust cock and lowered herself down in a straddling position, her knees planted on either side of the boy's anxiously squirming body.
Then looking up with a sultry and wanton glaze over her eyes, Gwen motioned Billy forward even as she sank the greedily clasping lips of her cunt down onto the hot, bulbous hardness of the other boy's madly twitching cock.
"Oh! Oh! Oooo!" Gwen purred as she felt the first electrifying contact of the warmly pulsing cock-head against the softness of her now widely-splayed cuntal lips. She squirmed her hips in a lewd little rotating motion, holding her breath as she felt the lips part and yield, the resistance giving way so she could drop lower, slowly absorbing the lustfully pulsating thickness of his youthful penis up between her stretched open thighs into the sensitive depths of her loins.
She gasped, straining her body as she felt the teenager's cock burrow up into her. At last she relaxed, resting the softly vibrant cushion of her buttocks down against his thighs, leaning forward to brush the tingling bud of her clitoris against the wiry mound of his sparsely haired pubis.
Then with a trembling hand she reached up toward the second boy, her fingers entwining with an eerie fascination around the hotly throbbing shaft of his hard young cock, using it lewdly to lead him forward until he was standing almost directly over Johnny's flushed, lust-contorted face. Now his anxiously twitching loins were only inches away from her own greedily watering mouth.
With a wanton moan Gwen tugged downward, bending Billy's slender, blood-engorged cock away from his body to aim it at her waiting mouth. Her tongue flicked out in a teasing circle around her sensually parted lips, moistening them in lewd invitation as she gazed with wildly aroused lust at the young rod of male flesh she held poised just before her eyes. A little drop of lubricating fluid appeared in the tiny opening at the end as she gently squeezed the firmly resisting shaft and darted her tongue out to lick it off, the tangy taste only heightening her madly building passion.
Then she urged Billy a half step closer, ovalling her lips as she slid them around the end of his hotly pulsing cock and covered the smooth bulbous head with the warm wetness of her mouth. An electric shock seemed to shake the boy's whole body, and the bulging erect cock that plunged eagerly between her yielding lips and slipped down the length of her tongue toward the back of her throat conducted the vibrating current throughout Gwen's body.
Beneath her on the bed Johnny began to thrust up more eagerly into her wide-splayed pussy. She squirmed her loins in a teasing rotating motion, her soft inner muscles stroking and taunting the impaling rod of flesh with tight-gloved tenderness as she swayed her body and shifted the position of her loins to alter the angle of the lewdly thrilling penetration.
Before her, Billy skewered his hips eagerly forward, driving the full length of his warmly twitching cock into the wetly submitting oval of Miss Dolan's mouth. He couldn't believe the sight of the school nurse, crazed out of her mind with her blind, all-consuming lust, kneeling over his buddy and fucking down on his cock savagely with her almost split-open pussy, her torso writhing in uncontrollable passion, while her mouth sucked on his own penis until he thought she was going to pull the end of it down her throat. From the bed, Johnny witnessed an even lewder picture as he watched Miss Dolan's voluptuous body twisting and shimmying in wild contortions, the full-rounded moons of her breasts arched and dancing teasingly with the movements, her buttocks rocking wildly up and down over his cock as, directly above his face, Billy rammed his own hot shaft in and out of her mouth so hard he could see his thinly haired balls bouncing against her chin.
Gwen moaned and whimpered in frenzied abandon around the thickly burgeoning penis that now bore relentlessly between her ovalled lips in and out of her mouth. Her hands clutched hungrily at the tightly clenched ass-cheeks of the boy standing in front of her, tugging his almost hairless loins even closer to her face. Her buttocks ground with a vengeance up and down over Johnny's loins, her quivering vagina clasping moistly in a snug fit around the hard twitching rod of flesh, that moved up and down between her thighs in rapidly building jerks. It was happening at last! Her dreams were coming true! And she no longer worried about the consequences. Nothing mattered but that she show her love and lust in freedom, as she felt it. Nothing mattered but that she please these two eager neophytes so wantonly gang-fucking her right here in the heart of the prep school campus, that she give them her all and let them use her willing body to the fulfillment of their wildest youthful desires and curiosities.
"Uh no," she heard Billy grunt suddenly in front of her.
Gwen shivered with a spasm of delight and anticipation as she felt the sudden excited flexing of the boy's wildly twitching penis in her mouth. She increased the insane sucking motions of her lips and tongue, opening and closing her mouth around the saliva-slicked shaft to create a vacuum effect as if she would suck it inside out and swallow the hotly pulsating contents.
Tossing his hips up roughly between Miss Dolan's thighs from his position on the floor, Johnny raised his hands to clutch eagerly at the wantonly writhing flesh of her body, pulling frantically at her breasts and tweaking the rigidly throbbing nipples between his fingers to prompt new muffled cries of pleasure from her obscenely used, cock-filled mouth.
Then suddenly Billy stiffened, his buttocks quivering in Gwen's grasping hands and his thighs trembling. She felt his penis bob far into the back of her throat, and she knew it was going to happen very soon. He was going to cum and though he was trying to control himself, he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
Little ripples of masochistic pleasure tingled over every inch of the goose-bumped skin of her body as she hunched and thrashed above the boy fucking up into her from below and intensified her lust-maddened sucking on the spasming rod of flesh jerking furiously into her mouth.
"I'm going to cum, Miss Dolan," Billy gasped with embarrassment.
"Yes, Billy!" she purred though the words were distorted by the massive penis twitching through her lips and down the length of her tongue. "Cum! Cum in my mouth!"
Gwen thrust her finger down into the warm valley between Billy's tightly clenched ass-cheeks, feeling his whole body jerk in surprised response at the maddeningly tickling sensation when her finger came into teasing contact with the tiny puckered mouth of his anus. Then in a sudden throbbing motion his cock surged to full man size in her mouth and she felt the tremors running along the lunging shaft as the sperm welled up in his balls and came gushing up in a hot torrent toward the bursting glans at the tip.
Gwen's body was on fire with masochistic joy as she felt the first lewd drop of the fresh tasting cum spurt from the end of the convulsively twitching cock and splatter into the back of her throat. She sucked with wanton delight, making strained gurgling sounds in her throat as she swallowed the nectar-like droplets that splattered in an endless gushing stream into her roundly stretched mouth. The masochistic thrill of sucking this young boy until he came, and swallowing it in the total surrendering up of her mouth as a lewd receptacle for his lust, only heightened the maddening sensations of pleasure and longing that racked her wildly fucking loins. And at the same time beneath her, she heard Johnny begin to grunt in protest as his own control faded.
She buried her face in Billy's loins as she felt his already spent penis begin to deflate in her mouth, continuing her wild, passion-crazed sucking of his shrinking cock, licking dry the lewdly mingling saliva and sperm that coated the now limp, smooth shaft. She knew Johnny was going to cum too in a moment and she wanted to be ready to devote her full efforts in response to that and make it the best for him that it could possibly be. Then suddenly, as she let Billy's softened penis slide exhaustedly from her lips she heard the sound.
Gwen's body stiffened and she jerked her face around toward the door. There were footsteps in the hall and they were coming toward this room.
"Shhhhh," she hissed to Johnny, who was groaning and tossing in lustful frenzy as his own passion built toward a crescendo of ejaculation.
"I... I can't stop it, Miss Dolan," he gasped in exasperation, looking up at her frantically. "I'm gonna cum right now and I can't hold it back."
Gwen listened with horror to the approaching footsteps. The game was up. She was caught in the act and now all the terrible repercussions would descend on her, no matter what. So what difference did it make what happened during the next few seconds? If she was going down, she might as well go down in style. And after Johnny had eaten her pussy the least he deserved was a responding partner when he reached his final point.
"All right, Johnny," she purred, looking down at him tenderly with her tear-filled eyes. A noble little smile crossed her lips. "Cum on!"
Gwen dropped her face toward his, squirming her breasts eagerly against his chest, unbending her knees to stretch her thighs out full-length on his and allow her firmly rounded buttocks to hunch up and down on him from a new angle that gave greater freedom to her wantonly clasping pussy-flesh.
"Oh! Oh!" Johnny grunted, his hips twitching in spasms as his cock sprang to even greater rigidity in the snugly squeezing passage of her velvet-like vaginal walls.
With a more furious upward lunge, he flexed his aching cock even tighter and then released it. Gwen squirmed her loins wildly over him as she felt the sensuously titillating squirting begin far up in the depths of her belly. She gave out with a low cry of passion, showering wetly eager kisses over the boy's face as he spurted the full load of his life-giving young sperm up into her savagely pulsing loins.
And even as her hotly quivering pussy milked the last droplets from his deflating penis and Johnny sagged beneath her on the bed, Gwen turned toward the door and heard the footsteps stop outside it.
Then it opened quietly and Harry Taylor, the boy who'd shot her the lewd fuck sign this morning, followed by one of his studious friends whose name Gwen couldn't even remember in her current state of frenzy, walked through the door.
"Gee whiz, Miss Dolan," Johnny sputtered. "I never felt anything . . . like that ... in my life."
Suddenly he raised his head and kissed her full on the mouth, darting his tongue wetly into her mouth where only moments ago Billy's cock had so wildly fucked.
Then he smiled bashfully and added, "What I mean to say, Miss Dolan ... is, thank you."
Gwen looked back at the two boys, stunned, staring with disbelief from the doorway. Harry's newly bespectacled eyes met hers for a brief moment, then the drifted down to the exposed ripeness of her naked buttocks hunched up invitingly from their position over the reclining boy's loins. Then he turned to his friend.
"See? I told you they were here. I knew this was where they were going."
On the other side of the room Gwen heard a tinkle and looked around to see Billy, still stark naked with his smooth long cock dangling limply down between his legs, mixing himself a glass of the Everclear and coke.
"You stay out of that alcohol, Billy!" she said warningly.
Then she began to laugh. I must look so incredibly absurd, she thought. Here I am stark naked lying on top of an equally naked boy warning another boy whose cock I've just sucked until he came in my mouth to stay out of the alcohol I'm already drunk on myself!
"Aw, please Miss Dolan," Billy argued. "What difference does it make now?"
"Yes," Gwen purred. "What difference does it make now? Mix me one too," she added, lifting her still wetly heated cunt off Johnny's gradually deflating penis and rolling languidly onto her back.
Then her eyes returned to the two boys in the doorway, staring hungrily down at the nakedly prone figure of her voluptuous, ripely curved body. Harry wet his lips nervously, his eyes widening as they drifted from her breasts down to the thin triangle of silken curls at her cunt.
"Miss Dolan?" he asked hesitantly, wetting his lips nervously with his tongue. "As long as you're lying there . .. could Blain and I. .. ?"
Gwen's soft laughter shook the tightly molded mounds of her breasts, still swollen with yet unfulfilled lust. "As long as I'm lying here? Is that any way to proposition a woman?"
"Well ..." Harry stammered. "I. . . uh . . . just didn't know what to say and ... "
"He's never had a piece of ass, Miss Dolan," Billy put in quickly. "Neither one of 'em."
"What do you know about it?" Harry shot back, blushing with shame.
"Is that true?" Gwen asked with an inviting smile. "If that's true, Harry, then I can hardly turn you down, can I?"
He hung his head. "It's true."
Gwen got up and took a sip of the drink Billy had mixed her, then grasped the nervous young boy's hand and led him slowly toward the bed. Harry Taylor was far from being her dream, but he deserved to find out what it was like to make love to a woman, and Gwen was still going out of her mind with the dull throbbing lust that permeated her loins and breasts and filled her whole body. She'd been so close to cumming from the lewd gang-bank when the two new boys had interrupted her. The least they could do was give her the satisfaction their unexpected presence had prevented. But now she was going to take them one at a time. It would last longer that way.
As Gwen stretched out on the bed with her thighs parting invitingly, Harry awkwardly stripped off his clothes, his eyes greedily consuming her nakedly glistening body, his jockey shorts already tented by a hotly throbbing erection as he shed his trousers.
Gwen narrowed her eyes wantonly as Harry pulled off his shorts and climbed hesitantly up on the bed. Then he just kneeled there, frozen to immobility as he stared down at the lushly voluptuous body of the spread-eagled woman, her lushly rounded breasts rising and falling with her hastened breath, hips undulating softly in sensuous invitation as she waited for the boy to lower his body between her widespread, beckoning thighs.
'I don't. . . know what to do," he said, hanging his head shamefully.
Gwen reached out gingerly to entwine her hand around his warmly pulsing young cock. His whole body jerked from the lewd sensations of the first shocking contact. He trembled as she gently squeezed and stroked and teased the neatly circumcised foreskin until his small virgin rod of male-flesh seemed to grow a few more centimeters. Then she pulled him gently toward her and he needed no more encouragement as he dropped his body eagerly up between her open-stretched thighs and watched her guide the rubbery head of his cock toward the inviting softness of her thinly haired cunt.
Harry caught his breath, feeling her brush his sensitively tingling penis into the silken strands of pussy hair that lined the openly pulsing lips of her pussy. He tensed as she rubbed the head into the moistly pink softness, stroking up and down along the warmly seeping slit to spread the moisture over the bulbous knob of his cock-head. Then her hand slipped from between their tensely quivering bodies, sliding around his hip to caress his buttocks and tug him eagerly downward.
He gasped as her tightly resisting cuntal lips began to give way and part even wider before the pressure of his desire-hardened cock bobbing and surging up between them. He heard a distant-sounding groan issue from Miss Dolan's lips and looking down, he saw her face contort as if she were in great pain. Then her face changed, her lips slowly smiling as with a sudden little motion the head of his hotly throbbing penis popped in and the wildly surging shaft slid easily up between her thighs into the snugly clasping inner moistness of her loins.
Gwen tugged gently at the squirming buttocks of the boy rocking ecstatically above her and beginning to saw his small teasing cock rhythmically in and out of the smoothly yielding walls of her vagina. She closed her eyes, making low purring motions deep in her throat, squirming her fully bursting breasts up sensuously against his chest and writhing her hips in lewdly rotating motions around the teasing prod of his smaller cock, altering the angle so it struck new and even more sensitive areas up in the warmly clinging softness of her cunt. She thought she could go on like this forever. Her lustful desire had passed the stage of frenzy. Even without cumming she'd assumed a blissfully even plane, yet with a lust and lewdly titillating pleasure that seemed all the more profound. And she didn't have to worry any longer. She didn't have to strain and thrash and struggle for the satiation that had eluded her so often before.
It would come now in due time, she told herself, stroking her hands gently over Harry's squirming young back. If she didn't make it with Harry then she would make it with Blaine. And if she didn't make it with Blaine . . . then there was a whole prep school full of boys out there, just waiting for her.
Then just as that feeling of heightened contentment had come over her, everything changed and Gwen felt a sudden maddening surge deep up inside her nakedly writhing belly. The hands which had stroked so lightly over the boy's back suddenly became claws as she tore with her fingernails at the softly heaving flesh. Her loins jerked up in a wild, frantic lunge, an intense quiver racking her body as she felt Harry's cock throb up larger with a twitching deep inside her and began to flex and spurt his virgin cum out into her as her own tormented loins exploded.
And through her passion-blurred vision as she twisted and tossed in the frenzy of orgasm that seemed to have come over her so suddenly, she saw the door open.
Three more boys were crowding through from the hall.
* * *
Jack Drew graded the last of the papers and shoved the stack of them into his desk. Then he got up and walked out of the little room back into the main library.
"Jesus," he muttered under his breath as he looked around at the almost empty room. There were but a few boys who were still present, though due to cancellation of the football workout the study hall was supposed to have lasted for another forty-five minutes to complete the full two hours. The remaining boys shifted nervously and averted their eyes. "What's going on here?" Drew roared after a moment. No one answered him. He strode down one of the aisles and came to a stop before a group of three boys, who pretended to be intently engrossed in their books. He noted that one of the books was upside down. "Donny, what's going on?"
Donny looked up at him, his face pale. "I don't know what you mean, Sir."
"Where are the rest of the boys?"
"Who?"
"The rest of the boys!"
Donny realized his book was upside down and righted it hastily. "I don't know, Sir. Maybe they went to the bathroom."
Drew made a quick head count and looked back at the nervously fidgeting youngster. "All eleven of them?"
Abruptly he strode on out of the library and down the hall. There was something goddamn strange going on, and he had the funny idea he knew what it was. He was just about to leave the backdoor toward the clinic behind the class building when Ed McClaine stepped out of the men's room. Drew paused.
"Ed, is there something funny going on around here?"
Ed shrugged. "I don't know, Jack. I've seen a lot of boys running around in the hall. But I thought you were watching them."
"Going which way?" Drew asked.
"That way," Ed nodded toward the door.
"To the clinic. Come on."
Drew sensed a slight reluctance on Ed's part as they went out fie back door and down the steps. Then they just caught a glimpse of Billy Caldwell, carrying two Coke bottles from the alcove where the vending machines were housed and slipping back through the front door of the clinic.
"How many of 'em are in there?" Ed asked. "Eleven are missing from the study hall. I don't know where the hell else they'd be. I guess you've heard the talk. You thinking the same thing I am?"
Ed's face reddened with rage. "If that bitch is getting my football team drunk in there ..."
"Come off it. Let's just see if she's fucking them. And for their sakes she'd better be. If those little bastards sneaked out of my study hall for anything less than that, they're gonna be in for it."
Drew leading, the men crossed over to the clinic. Then he heard the low, wanton cry from within the corner room and walked up to the window. The blinds were pulled, but through a small crack he could see enough.
Two of them had her on the bed. Three more were in line waiting. The others, including Billy and Johnny, who had doubtless been the first ones there, were just getting drunk and watching.
"Jesus Christ, look at that bitch fuck! And to think of all the times I tried without getting anywhere. Jesus Christ!"
Then he drew his face away from the window as he felt Ed tapping him anxiously on the back. "Ash just pulled in the drive."
Drew shrugged. "Well, we might as well get out of here then. There isn't time to save them now; no use in getting our asses caught too." He leaned back for a last glance at the wantonly writhing body of the naked young woman, fucking one boy and sucking another and now jacking off the one at the head of the line.
Then they walked back across the small courtyard and up the stairs to the building.
"Damnedest thing I ever saw. And I couldn't even get to the bitch!" said Drew.
"I fucked her last night," Ed told him. "It was really strange," he continued as Drew stared at him with surprise. "She said a man couldn't make her cum. She said that's why she fucks boys. Because they can make her cum."
Drew shrugged. "Then good for her."
"What?" Ed asked.
"Somebody's gotta break the little bastards in."
CHAPTER NINE
Gwen paused outside the display window of the bookstore as the title at the top of the magazine caught her eye. It was a new store, in a new town, in a new state, and thanks to the good graces of benevolent old Ash, she'd been able to get a new job with the letter of recommendation he'd given her after he'd let her resign for reasons of health at the end of that infamous day.
And all she'd had to do was fuck him!
Gwen laughed softly as she remembered. My God, looking back on it with the perspective of six months' time lapse, it almost seemed like the anguish and anxiety she'd gone through had been worth it.
It had been worth it. She'd become herself. And even screwing old Ash had been worth it. She'd never seen a look on anybody's face like the look on his when they'd finally come out of the clinic to find the whole school assembled, loudly cheering them and shouting their congratulations at the reputedly straight-laced old codger who up until that time had always run the school with such an iron fist. But after that he never would again. She recalled that Billy Caldwell had even come up with a bag of rice from somewhere and showered it on them as they'd walked down the short steps that led up to the entrance of the clinic.
Gwen's eyes returned to the magazine that had originally caught her eye. It was the new issue of "Cutie Boys." Feeling a faint surge nostalgia rise in her bosom, she went inside and bought it.
