Parents with children of junior high school age will probably be particularly disturbed by Mr. Robard's important new novel unless they are among that growing group of adults whose own changing sexual morality is mirrored by the trends so shockingly and vividly described in the author's work.
The parents who are most alarmed by the revelations contained in this true to life work of fiction would probably, however, be equally alarmed by a recent government sponsored survey on morality which concerned itself with all age groups and concluded that indeed, rather than mirroring the liberalization of adult mores, the youth of America seemed to be leading the evolution. The team did define age eighteen to twenty-two as the most experiment-prone group sexually, but added that this was the first young adult generation (our first young adult voters, the publisher notes) to have statistically begun early overt sexual experimentation during their early teens.
Added a noted psychologist member of the survey team: "The healthy child is a polymorphous pervert. It is only the molding and channeling by parental and sociological forces that produces what we consider the 'sexually normal adult' and conversely, the 'sexually abnormal adult'. But with either result, the process must inevitably be one of suppression of varied sex drives. It is the decreasing suppression at these early stages of development which is permitting an increasingly greater number of individuals to express themselves more liberally at later stages."
The Publishers feel the adult population deserves a closer and more intimate look at this teenage world which, to paraphrase the psychologist quoted above, is the sexual sire of future adult population. We think the readers must agree, as evidenced by the unanimous acceptance by a discerning readership of Mr. Robard's past works on this and similar topics, and we are proud to present to an adult public that is interested in more than mere "escapist literature" this new, vivid, poignant, and, doubtless, shocking work.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The confusion that broke out in Ward Seven was so great that, had word of its origin not spread so rapidly, it could have caused a panic comparable to that of the bomb scare two years previously. In fact, it seemed that the word spread telepathically as much as by mouth. A mystically oriented observer might have gone so far as to propose that it was the sheer sexual frenzy surrounding Nurse Susan Drake, creating somewhat of a psychic bond among the patients in Ward Seven, which contributed that evening to the wildfire spread of the scandal. One moment the halls were peaceful, deserted except for a young orderly, a lone intern making his evening rounds, and the matronly head nurse, Miss Rothschild. Instants later, almost to the echo of the head nurse's hideous scream, the TV lounge had emptied into the corridor. Pajama-clad patients stormed from their rooms. The young intern had left his clipboard on the lap of a traction-bound patient and scurried to the hall, and a club-wielding night watchman had arrived from below. And through all this havoc the voluptuous brunette who had created the stir was led away sobbing, her long black hair in disarray. Her nervous fingers fumbling clumsily at the buttons down the front of her opened uniform, which revealed for every hungrily staring eye to see that beneath it she wore neither a brassiere nor panties.
Susan Bonner stared dejectedly at the floor, unable to meet the piercing indignant eyes of Miss Rothschild, who sat opposite her in hospital director Jenkins' cramped and cluttered office. The frightened brunette had never felt so ashamed and humiliated in her life; she couldn't imagine how this had ever happened to her. It was as if a pleasant dream had suddenly turned to nightmare, and the nightmare had in turn become real. Yet in spite of all her embarrassment and humiliation little ripples of unfulfilled passion still coursed electrically. through her body, and the consuming need which still pervaded her raw nerve ends was only going to make the ordeal she now had to face all the more difficult.
"Harumph," Miss Rothschild said, staring indignantly at Susan. "Never in my years on this earth have I seen such an obscene and disgusting display."
Susan didn't answer. She knew that it would be useless to try to explain the motives, still confused in her own mind, to this stern and stubborn matron, and she resolved not to even try. She would take without protest whatever slander they wanted to heap upon her. And perhaps it would all be true anyway, though even that hardly seemed to matter now. She just wanted to get this over with, submit her resignation and get as far away from the hospital as she could. And perhaps someday she would even be able to pretend that tonight's episode had not even happened.
Then Susan's sensuously curved body stiffened and she looked up in shock and horror at the head nurse's next statement.
"I trust you are aware there are laws against that sort of behavior in this state. And I, for one, am going to insist that Director Jenkins sees you are prosecuted to their limits."
Susan swallowed hard, staring at the head nurse in startled dismay. Looking into the stern blue eyes that gazed hatefully back at her, she knew with a terrible sinking sensation that Miss Rothschild wasn't kidding. This was a prospect that had completely eluded the young nurse until now. Susan could have born all the shame and humiliation, all the degradation they had to offer, but the prospect of having to face criminal proceedings for what she had done was more than she could bear. It was too much for a woman in her present frustrated state to even think about, and she couldn't even find a response for the head nurse's chilling threat.
Then she was relieved of that problem as the door opened and Superintendent Harold Jenkins walked in.
"Well?" the superintendent said, looking alternately from the voluptuous brunette to the buxom, middle-aged redhead. At last his eyes came to rest on the stern head nurse. "Would you mind telling me, Miss Rothschild, what has happened that could be serious enough to bring me back down here at this time of the evening?"
"Harumph," the head nurse said again, glowering at Susan so viciously it made the younger woman want to cringe. "I was making my evening rounds when I walked into Jimmy Caldwell's room, which he has to himself now, since the other young boy was released to home care yesterday. I found them."
The slender distinguished man looked for a moment back at Susan, his eyes descending ever so briefly to the firmly rounded mounds of her breasts, straining against her white uniform. Then he glanced again at Miss Rothschild. "You found them?"
"I found them in the lewdest sexual embrace," the head nurse said in a whisper that seemed almost to indicate she feared the words would contaminate her. "I found them indulging in sexual intercourse. I have never been so shocked and appalled in my life." The middle-aged woman paused, her lips trembling as she sought the words to continue. "I am sure that you are aware, Mr. Jenkins, that what Miss Bonner has done is a criminal offense. There are laws in this state against statutory rape."
"But I didn't rape Jimmy," Susan gasped.
"Seducing a minor is legally considered rape," the director said. "Nor does the sex of the adult involved have any bearing on the law."
"I am glad to see Mr. Jenkins is well enough informed to substantiate what I have said," the head nurse continued, never taking her eyes from Susan. "And I trust he will share my opinion that this matter cannot be dropped. I hope he will prosecute you to the very limits of the law, you filthy slut!"
The abashed brunette's eyes flared momentarily as she heard herself addressed to those derogatory terms, but she knew it must be true. Otherwise, how could she have participated in the obscene act in which she had just been caught?
"Do you care to deny this accusation, Nurse Bonner?" the director asked.
"I don't care to deny . . . to deny that I had sexual intercourse with Jimmy," Susan said. "I admit that. But it wasn't. . . like she told it."
"Very well," Mr. Jenkins said, looking back at the head nurse. "You may go."
"I beg your pardon?" Miss Rothschild asked in astonishment.
"I said you may go. I'll handle it from here on out."
Vexed, the large-bodied woman rose and stepped past Susan to the door. Then she paused and looked back again. "I trust you will not let this matter drop?"
"Yes, Miss Rothschild," the hospital director answered tiredly.
The matron coughed indignantly and closed the door loudly as she went out.
Susan waited in silence, her eyes cast down to the floor through a short but tense hush. The director finally broke it. "I'm afraid this sort of thing is completely unprecedented during my tenure here at the hospital. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
Susan looked up fearfully. "I . . . I don't guess there is anything I can say," she paused for a moment and then continued. "I realize I have to resign. I know I can't expect to keep my job here after what has happened. But you aren't seriously considering what she was talking about, are you, Mr. Jenkins? You aren't thinking about pressing charges for statutory rape, are you?"
"To be perfectly honest with you, Miss Bonner," the director began, "I find this whole affair very confusing. I guess I should say that for some time your presence here has caused me concern."
"I don't understand."
"Some women are just too attractive, or to be more specific, I should say, too sexy, for their own good. You radiate sex, Miss Bonner. It exudes from you. And I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised to hear that one of our patients had attempted to rape you, or at least gotten fresh with you. But I am shocked to hear that a woman as desirable as you are became desperate enough to rape one of our patients, even in the technical statutory sense of the word."
"But I didn't do that because I was desperate," Susan sobbed. "It wasn't like that at all."
"Now perhaps we are getting somewhere," the director said. "I happen to be particularly familiar with Jimmy's case. He is fourteen years old and he is facing a very serious operation. Why did you do it? And why him?"
Susan took a deep breath, arching her highly rounded breasts more prominently, feeling an added twinge of discomfort as the director's eyes descended appreciatively to the two inviting swells. She bit her lip. "I did it.. . I did it because it was him. He needed me. He was so afraid, and he'd never had a woman, a girl, and with the operation coming up on Monday . . . Oh, I know it was insane, I know it was sheer madness, but it was an accident, I didn't intend for it to happen, I don't even think Jimmy did. I was just trying to comfort him and then . . . "
The sensuous brunette looked pleadingly at the tall man standing before her. "But I can't face criminal charges. I can't bear that. My freedom, if I lost my freedom, I think I'd go out of my mind."
"Oh, I don't believe it will go that far," the director said. "At worst, you'll probably receive a fine and a suspended sentence. But unless something like this reoccurs, I don't expect you'll actually have to do any time in prison."
Susan could hardly quell the sob of terror that rose in her throat. "But you aren't seriously going to subject me to that? You aren't going to prosecute?"
Mr. Jenkins sighed. "I don't know if I have any choice. Apparently the entire hospital, staff and patients a-like, knows what has happened. And we do have our reputation to consider."
Fresh tears welled up and spilled from
Susan's eyes, blurring her vision as she stared pleadingly at the distinguished-looking, graying man. "But I can't go through that. I can't have all this brought out and discussed in a trial and . . . I just bought a new coat, a fur coat, which completely depleted my savings. I couldn't even post bail. If you press charges against me, I would have to go to jail."
The director turned away. He took a cigarette case from his pocket, extracted a smoke, and lit it, not bothering to offer one to Susan. His back to her, he stood and smoked silently for a moment, then turned to her again. "Would you like to come with me, Miss Bonner?"
Susan rose shakily. "But where?"
"Just come with me."
Perplexed and terrified, yet still unable to refuse, Susan followed the director out of his office and down the hall toward the elevator.
The exit from the hospital that night was an endless-seeming gauntlet. She could hardly face the indignantly mocking, sometimes lustful stares of the patients and staff she encountered on the way, and by the time they reached the ground floor and went out the front entrance to Director Jenkins' automobile, she was convulsing with sobs.
The director held the door open to let her into the front seat, then moved around and took his own place behind the wheel.
"Where . . . where are you taking me?" Susan asked after he left the hospital drive and moved into the downtown traffic. She got no answer. Hospital Director Jenkins, in whose hands her fate now rested, said nothing. He concentrated his attention exclusively on his driving until ten or fifteen minutes later and some distance across town, he pulled into a parking lot, got out of the car, and led Susan to the pavilioned entrance to what appeared to be an exclusive hotel or apartment building.
"But.. . I don't understand," Susan protested as he escorted her inside past the desk where he was recognized and to the elevator.
Still the director said nothing. A horrible and shocking thought rushed into Susan's mind as they rose to the top floor of the building, but she dismissed it as quickly as it had arisen. That was too shocking to even imagine, and she knew a distinguished man like Mr. Jenkins would never resort to something so sordid and base. But moments later, as he unlocked a door down the hall of the top floor and let her in to an elegant two-room suite, the suspicion rose in her mind again, now even more prevalently.
"But Mr. Jenkins," she gasped, "this looks like a penthouse apartment or something."
For the first time that evening, the director smiled. "Yes, Susan, it's precisely that. And rather expensive, I must admit. But well worth the money for a man like myself, who occasionally needs the sort of variation one never finds at home with his wife."
"But are you suggesting . . . ? " Mr. Jenkins walked across to the well-equipped bar in the corner of the living room. He poured himself a shot of Scotch over ice and looked back at Susan. "Care for something?"
"Yes," Susan said, the awful comprehension of what was happening creeping slowly over her. "A Scotch, mine on the rocks too."
Mr. Jenkins fixed Susan's drink and handed it to her. Then his lewd grin returned, almost making her skin crawl. He held up his glass in a toast. "You know, I've always found you a very attractive woman. You must have seen me looking at you on occasion?"
"I don't know," Susan managed, sipping her drink, her eyes averted.
"But you might find it surprising to know I have a steadfast rule which I've stood by even in your exceptional case. I never fool around with members of my own hospital staff no matter how much I might be tempted." He smiled, his eyes now drifting openly, almost leisurely, down the length of Susan's shapely body. "However, due to tonight's incident, that restriction no longer exists with you. As I will be accepting your resignation, without prejudice, I might add, you are technically no longer a member of the staff, therefore available."
Susan stared back in shock, hardly even able to find the words to protest the insult she felt at the hospital director's lewd suggestion. Then at last she spoke in a quivering voice: "You're asking me to prostitute myself. What you're doing is even worse than what I did back there."
"Depends on how you look at it," Director Jenkins said lazily, "but from your point of view, I would say this is definitely the alternative to be chosen, as you might well be able to imagine by now. The other is a trip to the police station, booking, and all the other dirty business that would follow."
"I won't do it," Susan hissed, staring back in anger. "I just won't do it."
"Now don't tell me that little romp with Jimmy Caldwell satisfied all your womanly needs. Don't tell me a fourteen year old boy has the stamina to take care of a full-grown, hot-blooded female like yourself."
"That has nothing to do with it," Susan said. "We were interrupted right in the middle." Then her voice faded as she realized what she had said, and a shiver went through her body as the director reached up and deftly flicked open the top button of her uniform.
"Stopped in the middle," he chuckled. "Very interesting."
Susan reached up to seize Mr. Jenkins' wrist as he loosened the second button. "I'll tell them," she gasped. "I'll tell them what you did, and you'll be in just as much trouble as I am."
"I don't think so," he said quietly. "I really don't believe you could convince them you were telling the truth."
Susan's hand dropped slowly away and she took another sip of her drink, staring down in dismay at the hospital director's fingers expertly loosening the rest of the buttons down her uniform, teasingly pushing the material apart to expose the softly rounded flesh of her unencumbered breasts. During the confusion that had followed Miss Rothschild's entrance into Jimmy Caldwell's room, she hadn't even had time to retrieve her brassiere, nor, she realized with a surge of even greater vulnerability, her panties. Beneath the thinly revealing uniform, Susan was completely naked. And the nakedness, the physical helplessness inherent in that state, seemed now so perfectly to symbolize her even greater spiritual vulnerability. Because she realized that, as horrible as the act of prostituting her body to save herself might seem, she had no other choice but to submit. She couldn't face the alternative, and terrible as her sense of helplessness made her feel, Susan could still not completely resist the little surge of renewed longing that began to course through her as Mr. Jenkins calmly pushed the uniform off her shoulders and let it fall lightly to the floor to expose the naked and defenseless flesh beneath. Moments later, she had been so terribly frustrated she could hardly stand it. She had been violently interrupted in the middle of the act of intercourse, and now in spite of all her emotional revulsion, the physical need was being regenerated, and perhaps somehow even heightened by the fact that she could not have resisted even if she still wanted to.
Trembling with mingled shame and need, Susan sipped the last of her drink, her eyes almost closing as she felt the director's lewd gaze wander slowly from the fully swollen mounds of her nipple-peaked breasts down the smooth flat plane of her belly to the tangled black triangle of hair nestled so invitingly between her thighs. A little shiver went through her as she felt his hand drop to her waist and slide to the curve of her back, then, with only slight hesitation she let him guide her to the luxurious bedroom. Susan couldn't even believe what she was about to do the entire episode still retained a dream-nightmare quality. It was outright prostitution, and just as her previous incident with little Jimmy Caldwell had been the most insane act of her life, she thought this would surely be the most depraved. But it still was a preferable alternative to spending time in jail and having to answer in a court of law for that shocking misdeed.
With a soft whimper Susan dropped down onto the king-sized bed, rolling over onto her back, gazing through blurred vision down the quivering softness of her nakedly surrendered flesh as Mr. Jenkins undressed at the foot of the bed.
Then she gasped aloud as he pulled down his trousers and undershorts in a single motion to free the throbbing shaft of his cock that sprang suddenly into lewdly proportioned erection. The obscene sight prompted another little shiver of unwanted desire to course electrically through Susan's already lust-tortured loins, and she closed her eyes, her breath coming in sharp gasps as the hospital director moved to the edge of the bed and reclined beside her. Then her body stiffened as she felt his hand come to rest on the bare tautness of her belly and slide slowly down into the little curls of hair at her cunt.
The black-haired nurse surrendered limply as she felt the hospital director push her thighs apart. Though her own eyes were closed, she thought she could feel his hungry gaze moving in a searing path over her nakedly vulnerable limbs. She knew she had no choice but to submit to this vile act of prostitution, but as she felt the director's hand moving down between her thighs, she vowed that even while surrendering her helpless body to his obscene lust, emotionally she would not respond.
Then a spontaneous shiver darted suddenly through Susan's prone body as she felt Mr. Jenkins' hand come into sudden titillating contact with the already hotly aroused little bud of her clitoris. A deep groan swelled at her throat and she gritted her teeth, holding her eyes tightly shut as she tried to resist the unwelcome wisps of pleasure exuding relentlessly out over her quickly responding clitoral nub. Then, his groans echoing in her ears, Susan felt the older man roll over on top of her, his finger venturing lower down into the tinglingly moist slit of her cunt as he lowered his body heavily between her thighs.
She could not stop her mind from drifting back, though with everything that had happened in the interim, it seemed ages ago that she'd slipped into young Jimmy Caldwell's room. But, in fact, less than an hour must have passed. Her body was still on fire from those tender and forbidden sensations she'd derived from the wanton sacrifice of her body to the eager teenage boy's lust and curiosity, and as the director lowered the full weight of his body onto her nakedly up-thrust breasts, she could not help but draw a comparison between this cruel rape and that tender furtive interlude that had been so shockingly interrupted by the appearance of Head Nurse Rothschild.
Then her eyes opened wide as she felt the first harsh pressure from the bulbous head of Director Jenkins' lustfully engorged cock insinuating itself up against her quivering vaginal opening. This must be the final insult, she thought, having to submit to sexual intercourse with a man for whom she had no desire in order to save herself from facing criminal charges, and as she felt the lewdly burning pressure against the forbidden softness of her loins increase, Susan let all her hatred and resentment show in her face. But she could see that it was having no effect. Director Jenkins looked back at her with a mocking leer, breathing hotly into her face as he shoved his hips forward in a merciless thrust.
Susan gasped, her body trembling as just the tip of the throbbing cock-head slipped up into her, ruthlessly stretching the tight elastic flesh of her cunt. An involuntary moan rose in her throat, and she tried to bring her legs together to protect herself, but the older man held them firmly apart, pinning her helplessly beneath him. Then his body lurched forward even harder to continue the obscene penetration as the moisture began to flow in Susan's cunt in spite of all her repulsion and indignation.
"Oh!" Susan gasped. "Oh God!" She trembled and quivered, spewing her breath out in a loud gasp as the director's weight sagged down harder on her. His thickly pulsing cock pushed relentlessly up into the responsively moistening depths of her cunt, destroying the last of her faint physical resistance until his entire cock-shaft was embedded all the way up to the hilt in her futilely contracting loins.
An unwilled whimper of pleasure rose in Susan's throat in spite of all her shame and humiliation. In comparison to little Jimmy Caldwell, Hospital Director Jenkins was a man of truly magnificent endowment, and Susan felt as if she'd never been so filled in her life. His cock lay sunk deep up inside her belly, fitting so tightly against the velvety clasping walls of her sensitive cuntal flesh that she thought she could feel every tiny ridge and ripple. It must have been twice the size of Jimmy's, and she remained completely immobile, afraid to move, afraid that even the faintest twinge of increased sensation would destroy the last of her will to resist. Then her whole body jerked as she felt a more devastating throb surge even deeper up inside her vagina, the director's cock seeming to grow another half-inch as he flexed it.
Again, he grinned down at her in gloating obscene triumph. "like it?"
Desperately Susan shook her head. She was speechless with shame, unable to bear the thought of giving Mr. Jenkins any further sense of triumph, but she knew that her face had begun to betray her. The shock and frustration at having been interrupted right at the peak of her excitement with Jimmy Caldwell had left her too helpless, too vulnerable, and she thought she'd never experienced anything so exquisite, never been impaled so deeply.
The director flexed again, another laugh coming to his lips. "Well, I'm damned well going to make you like it before we're through this evening!"
"Ohhhhh," the obscenely pinioned nurse moaned in spite of herself as the director began a slow rocking motion between her thighs. She could feel the narrow tightness of her fiery cuntal passage begin to widen with each stroke, and despite all her mental resistance, servile groans and whimpers of acceptance were beginning to issue softly from her lips. Her body was reacting involuntarily in spite of everything she did, and she could hardly resist the lewd flames of desire darting out through her loins and the little chills that ran along her spine from the deep skewering of Mr. Jenkins' cock up into her helplessly excited cuntal tightness. She tossed her head from side to side as if in a desperate attempt to demonstrate her own negation of the lascivious sensation, but she couldn't control the writhing of her body as the director further increased his mercilessly penetrating thrust to ram the full length of his lust-inflamed hardness even deeper and deeper into the flowering wetness of her cunt.
Gradually Susan's body was beginning to respond. The pain in her tight-stretched vagina had completely subsided, replaced by maddening little tingles of even more arousing sensation, and her legs were beginning to scissor open and closed in uncontrollable abandon around Mr. Jenkins' shuddering rod of flesh.
Then she closed her eyes as he suddenly clamped his lips down onto her mouth, thrusting his tongue deep up into her mouth as his hands began to explore the voluptuously quivering curves of her body, crushing and massaging her firm swollen breasts, his fingers tweaking madly at the sensitive little nipple buds that peaked them. Then his hands moved lower, sliding down under her thighs behind the knees to pull her into a jackknifed position beneath him, making a straight open sheath of her cunt so he could fuck into her with harder more shattering strokes.
For some indefinable time the young brunette continued to fight against her growing passion, trying to blank her mind, to resist the unwanted currents of desire surging out over every goose-bumped inch of her naked flesh, but she was helpless to resist, pinioned defenselessly beneath the director. He fucked up into her helpless loins in longer, smoother thrusts that brought his throbbing rigidity almost all the way out of her sucking vaginal lips on the backstroke, then embedded it so deeply between her upturned ass-cheeks on the down-thrust that she could feel the harsh slap of his balls right against the cringing little hole of her anus, and the skewering of the tissue-rippling shaft all the way up into the most forbidden depths of her cunt. And it was more than she could resist, her body was really betraying her now.
Beyond all her shame and disgrace she could no longer control her own rapidly increasing need.
Then as Mr. Jenkins fucked into her helpless loins with an even more violently shocking stroke, the lust-conquered nurse opened her eyes again, gazing at last up at the hospital director in total defeat. "Oh!" she gasped. "Yes!"
Even as the sound of her voice sobbing in unwilling submission came shamefully to her ears, Susan's body began to involuntarily jerk and thrash beneath the lewdly pummeling assault. She'd gone too far to resist now. The interlude with little Jimmy Caldwell had pushed her almost to the breaking point, and now all that unfulfilled lust had been regenerated in her. As the moans of submission continued to pour from her lips, she felt the deep rumbles begin far up inside her body.
She bucked savagely, quivering in a frenzy of passion, locking her ankles high above the hospital director's laboring back. She clung convulsively to him for a moment, her firm trembling thighs holding the rigidity of his immensely distended cock deep inside her clasping loins as her cunt-juices flowed out even more freely and trickled down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks to inundate the tightly clenched little hole of her anus. Then with a deep, soul-shattering moan she felt her belly explode in the electrically quivering spasms of orgasm, even more insane whimpers pouring from her lips. She dropped her hands down to run them forcefully over the older man's straining back, her lips showering involuntary kisses of gratitude over his muscular sweating shoulders as the overwhelming waves engulfed her.
Yet even as the relentless sensations continued to pour in blinding crescendo through her wantonly flowering cunt, surging in psychedelic flashes of elation through every trembling inch of her flesh, Susan could not completely help being aware of a lingering sense of shame and humiliation. She had prostituted herself. This was hardly different from rape. And though Hospital Director Jenkins might possess the "tool" that had finally stimulated her to this shattering release, it was little Jimmy Caldwell who was really responsible. It was him, that inexperienced fourteen year old boy, to whom she really owed her gratitude.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan Bonner crossed her long shapely thighs, smoothing her mini-skirt carefully down over the panty hose encased flesh, and selected a magazine from the rack at the end of the couch. She had just opened it when the door to the office of the medical employees' job-finding service opened and a tall, rather stern-looking woman with short-cropped hair invited her in.
"I am Mrs. Mathews," the woman said with a warm smile totally alien to her countenance and moved behind her neatly arranged desk to take a seat in her swivel chair. "Would you please sit down, Miss Bonner," she said, indicating the other chair opposite the desk.
The nervous young brunette complied and waited in silence as the woman looked over her resume. Then Mrs. Mathews lifted her eyes.
"I am sure we won't have any trouble at all placing you, Miss Bonner. Just let me have a look." The woman shuffled through her files for a moment, then looked back at Susan. 'Though I must admit," she said, "that a number of our jobs aren't quite as attractive as you might like. Here is one at the General Hospital, but it's a rotating shift. Now let's see . . . here is . . . no, I am sure you wouldn't be interested in this . . . " She looked back at Susan again, smiling widely. "Are you dead set on hospital work, or would you consider another position?"
"I suppose I'd consider about anything right now," the lovely nurse said, smiling back.
For a brief instant her mind returned, as it had so many times during the last two weeks which she'd spent completely at rest, to her last day at the hospital where she'd been previously employed. The whole episode or the two episodes, she should have said still seemed like nightmares. She could hardly even believe the shame and humiliation she'd experienced when the head nurse had walked in and found her in bed with the fourteen year old male patient, and even now a surge of remorse welled in her breast at the recollection of the lewdly shocking, degrading incident that had followed. Susan had never felt so debased in her life, and she feared that now she might not want to have anything to do with men for a very long time. It was hard to believe they could be so treacherous, so ruthless and selfish. Hospital Director Jenkins had proved that night that appearances could be wrong! He had heedlessly taken advantage of her, holding the threat of prosecution and perhaps even jail-time over her head. He'd given her no other choice but to submit to his obscene demands, and the worse part of all was that she had responded. Even now she could almost hear the mocking laughter that followed her out the door of his penthouse apartment echoing relentlessly in her ears.
"What I do have here, Miss Bonner," Mrs. Mathews said, "is a position you might find very attractive if you were not set on hospital work."
"Well, I am not set on anything," Susan said.
"Very well. This is a day job, regular hours and, I would imagine, very limited duties. If you like to read or if you have some other interests to occupy you, you'll have plenty of time to pursue them."
"What is it?"
"It's a job as a school nurse at a private junior high down in the peninsula. Aside from applying an occasional band aid and administering your eye and hearing tests, etc., you should have literally nothing to do. But they are required to keep a nurse in residence, and the pay is the same as you would make working a full shift at the hospital."
Susan hesitated, feeling a fluttering in her stomach at the thought that she might find herself suddenly involved with a whole junior high school full of thirteen and fourteen year old boys--boys the same age as Jimmy Caldwell. It occurred to her immediately that her decision not to have anything to do with men until she could get the degrading incident with Hospital Director Jenkins out of her mind did not include boys. And she knew her thinking of that so promptly could only be taken as a bad sign, a warning that by taking the position Mrs. Mathews had offered she would only be asking for trouble. But at the same time, she found the proposition almost immediately irresistible.
"Is there something the matter, Miss Bonner?" the woman said, interrupting her thoughts.
"Oh no," Susan answered quickly, managing a smile in spite of her trepidation.
"Well, what do you think? Would you like to apply for this? I can fix you up with an interview immediately. Or would you rather wait until something more challenging turns up?"
Susan hesitated for just a moment, weighing the pros and cons in her mind, finding the balance tilted very heavily in favor of the cons. Yet though she knew she should say no, for some reason she was unable.
"I'll take it.
* * *
Susan smiled amiably as the surprisingly young superintendent of the junior high school to which she'd been sent, Tim McLaughlin, closed the folder on his desk and put it in the file cabinet, then looked back at her brightly.
"Sorry to have to go so far into detail with you. It's just a silly requirement the board has set that we have all this personal information on the staff."
"Oh, that's all right," Susan said, shifting in her chair and crossing her legs beneath the more modest skirt she'd worn for the perfunctory interview with this young man who was now to be her superior. In spite of all her trepidation at the prospect of accepting a job that was going to put her in the position of having to face such temptation, Susan thought she'd handled herself quite well during the interview. The task of presenting an acceptable facade, of completely obscuring what was really on her mind and was the real secret appeal of this job, had become almost a game for her, a very pleasant game. She'd played it well, even when she'd been forced to explain her having had to leave her last position back on the East Coast for "personal reasons". The entire interview had been a put-on, and Susan suspected there might be more to her attitude than met the eye. She enjoyed putting Mr. McLaughlin on, because he was a man, and because of the deep resentment she still bore as a result of her mistreatment by Hospital Director Jenkins, the last man she'd had any dealings at all with.
"Well anyway, that takes care of that," the young superintendent said. "You can begin work tomorrow if you like. Or if that's inconvenient you can wait and start next Monday."
"It doesn't matter that much," Susan answered. "I'd just as soon start tomorrow."
"Good. Now perhaps you'd like me to show you around the grounds," Superintendent McLaughlin offered.
"Yes, I'd like that very much," Susan replied.
She rose, conscious of the young superintendent's cautious glance down the length of her tall shapely body as he came over from behind his desk to open the door for her. Then they walked together out into the hall which, as the periods were changing, was teeming with young thirteen and fourteen year old boys and girls laden down with their books making their way to the next class. Again Susan was aware of a vague sense of apprehension. She knew something had happened to her psychologically that last night at the hospital with Jimmy Caldwell. Perhaps it was simply the fact that her affair with him had been so rudely and violently interrupted at the worst possible time; she'd been terribly frustrated, and she'd not yet been able to completely overcome her sense of loss. Or perhaps, she thought, it was something more profound, an inherent quality of her character which had only during that interlude emerged. In either case, the fact remained that it was sheer madness for her to have come here and taken this position as nurse at the junior high school, and the sight of the numerous cute young boys milling about the hall and taking all too obvious note of her only served to confirm that.
"I suppose I should warn you," Tim McLaughlin said, guiding Susan past a group of four or five boys on toward the exit at the rear of the main building.
"Warn me?" Susan laughed. "What on earth could you have to warn me about here?"
"You know you're a very attractive woman," Mr. McLaughlin said. "In fact, you're almost too attractive for a position like this."
Susan felt a vague churning in her stomach at that remark. Those were almost precisely the words Hospital Director Jenkins had used to her that night he forced himself on her. Then, concealing her nervousness, she managed another smile and waited for the superintendent to elaborate.
"But I don't think it's fair to punish a woman because she was blessed with good looks," he said with a smile. "Just let me say that, as you must well know, you'll be dealing with a group of young boys who are just coming out of puberty. This is the age of their, shall I say, sexual awakening. Our last nurse was somewhat of a . . . plain Jane, and even she had occasional problems. And you must be aware of the conception, or perhaps I should say misconception, most males have about women of the nursing profession." He shrugged and smiled, "So just be prepared; you're going to get a lot of attention."
"I stand warned," Susan said.
Then just as they were reaching the door at the end of the hall that led out to the rear lawn of the plush campus grounds, Susan stopped short as she heard the shrill whistle behind her. Blushing slightly, she looked back to find herself confronted with two grinning youngsters who looked mature or at least very experienced for their age, both laughing uproariously.
"This is a fine example of what I was talking about," the superintendent said with irony. "All right, boys, allow me to introduce you to our new school nurse, Miss Bonner."
"Hey, that's an improvement," one of the boys said.
"Yen, sure is," the other one echoed.
"Miss Bonner, these are two of our worst troublemakers, Jimmy Porter and Larry Jones," the superintendent said, then looked with faint amusement back at the two boys. "The least you two could do is play it a little cool. Miss Bonner hasn't actually even begun work. You don't want to scare her off before she does, do you?"
"No sir," the boy introduced as Jimmy said. "We sure don't want to do that." Then he looked at Susan and smiled, making a motion of his hand as if to tip his hat. "Very sorry, ma'am. And delighted to make your acquaintance."
Susan smiled. "That's all right, Jimmy." Then she thought for the briefest instant her mouth must almost have dropped at the sight of a third young boy, flanked by a voluptuously attractive, over-developed blonde whose parents had apparently neglected to buy her a badly needed brassiere. The boy looked, at first glance, so much like Jimmy Caldwell that she could hardly even believe it. At second glance, she noted that there was a considerable difference, but something of the quality in Jimmy that had so appealed to her did exist also in this cute, sandy-haired youngster. He met her eyes openly, ingenuously, for just the briefest moment, his face almost gleaming, his tongue visible between his even white teeth. His eyes took innocent, yet unconcealed note of Susan's full, high-set breasts, slender waist, and lithe inviting thighs outlined in her tight-fitting skirt. And the look almost caused a chill to run down her spine.
"While we're on the introductions," the superintendent said, "this is Skip Hunt and Melissa Howard. Our new school nurse, Miss Bonner."
"Hello, Miss Bonner," the boy named Skip said. Beside him, Melissa blew a bubble, popped it and nodded her acknowledgment.
"Now come on and I'll show you the clinic," Mr. McLaughlin said, his hand touching Susan's waist lightly to turn her and guide her toward the door.
As they were going out Susan glanced back briefly over her shoulder, and absurd as it seemed, she couldn't completely quell the twinge of jealous indignation that rose in her breast at what she saw. The young blonde, who'd been introduced as Melissa, had pushed Skip up against the wall and she was standing very close to him, her unencumbered nipple-peaked breasts just brushing against his chest as she blew another bubble and popped it in his face.
"That's the clinic there," Superintendent McLaughlin said, drawing her attention away from the flirting teenage girl and the attractive young boy who'd so stirred her emotions.
Susan followed his nod to the small brown wood structure set in a grove of oak trees about thirty yards to the rear of the main building.
"Oh . . . that looks very nice," Susan murmured, resisting the temptation to take another look back at Skip and the young girl who was so openly flaunting her body at him.
"And," the superintendent went on, "I'd like to have you for dinner this evening at my place. Just to get acquainted."
The lovely brunette tried to conceal her nervousness as she turned to look back at the young man. From his expression, she was able to discern nothing as to the intentions that lay behind the offer. He was attractive though, and from the brief time she's spent with him during the interview, he seemed nice enough. But getting involved with a man was the last thing she wanted to do now, and particularly not her employer.
"I . . . I really don't think I'd better," she said at last, nervously.
He grinned. "I'm not going to take no for an answer, not that easily. I'm just inviting you to dinner I like to be acquainted on a more friendly level with all the members of my staff."
Susan hesitated for a moment. She couldn't think of an excuse and the way he was putting it made it hard to refuse.
"All right," she said at last. "Yes, I'd be happy to."
CHAPTER THREE
"Tim, I'm genuinely surprised," Susan said, settling down on the couch in the luxurious living room of the young superintendent's apartment. "The veal parmagiano was really delicious. You're quite a chef!"
Tim chuckled. "It's fun to play around with, and cooking is something every bachelor should know. Now how about some coffee with a little splash of Cognac?"
"I don't know if i should," Susan said. "That red wine was really going to my head."
Tim grinned. "It's supposed to. I'll be back in just a minute."
Susan leaned back, making herself comfortable, as Tim exited to the kitchen. Inadvertently her eyes descended to the full ripe mounds of her breasts, the generous upper proportions invitingly exposed by the low-cut dress she'd worn for her dinner date with her new boss. During the two weeks since that incident with Jimmy Caldwell back at the hospital, followed by the degrading episode with its lecherous director, Susan had devoted a lot of her energy to self-examination, and even now she couldn't resist the same. Her choice of her most revealing dress for this evening's engagement must have been no accident. She hadn't done it consciously, but she was sure that at least subconsciously she'd selected it in order to make herself as sexually attractive to the young superintendent as possible and that precisely because she had no intention of letting him even get to first base with her.
But now she had to ask herself why she wanted to take her resentment against Hospital Director Jenkins out on Tim. The fact was that she did find the younger man attractive, and she'd had a very enjoyable evening with him so far. Of course the considerable amount of Burgundy wine she'd imbibed had made no small contribution to that. She knew she'd drunk far too much and she was going to have to be careful. She was feeling very light-headed now, warm and cuddly in a crazy way, but she certainly didn't want to make a mistake both she and Tim would regret tomorrow.
A few moments later Tim returned with two steaming cups of coffee which he placed on a little table before the couch, then walked over to the elegant hi-fi system situated in the opposite corner of the living room and put on a soft moody record.
Susan tasted her coffee, almost grimacing from the strong flavor of the Cognac.
"I poured it Italian style," Tim said, taking his place on the couch by Susan, very close to her.
"I guess I might have slightly misrepresented my intentions when I invited you here tonight," Tim said, looking Susan in the eyes.
Susan felt her lips quiver as she spoke. "What do you mean?"
"I do make a rule of trying to get acquainted on an intimate and friendly basis with all the members of the faculty and staff at school," Tim said. "But you know you really are an irresistible woman, Susan, and . . . "
"I don't want to hear this," Susan said, casting her eyes downward, again uncomfortably reminded of the voluptuous invitation of her half-exposed breasts. "I think I'd better go."
"I was going to say that there was more to it than that," Tim continued. "I picked up something from you, in your vibrations, I mean, this afternoon. You were very impressive, I mean professionally, in your interview today. But underneath that I sensed a turmoil and, if you'll pardon me for being honest with you, an almost incredible loneliness."
Susan thought she must have flinched, yet what Tim was saying now struck so close to the truth that it frightened her.
Then her eyes widened as the handsome young man leaned slowly toward her. She caught her breath, yet for some reason didn't resist as his lips touched hers, his tongue slipping easily into the warmth of her trembling mouth. His hands moved up to her bare shoulder, then ventured teasingly down toward the sensuous rise of her provocatively clad breasts as he eased his body closer to her.
Susan had been placed completely off guard by what Tim had said and now she was still desperately trying to sort her jumbled thoughts. In spite of the vow she'd made, the contact had immediately excited her physically and the rising surges of need in her body only further confused her thoughts.
"No, Tim," Susan whispered meekly in protest as the young superintendent moved his lips away from hers and began to lick and kiss along the sensitive skin of her neck, his tongue whipping teasingly over the lobe of her ear. She began to push back against him in faint resistance, then she shivered as his tongue flicked lower, darting teasingly over the smooth rise of her breast and down into the excitingly forbidden cleavage exposed by the plunging neckline of her dress. She felt her breathing hasten involuntarily as little wings of unwanted pleasure began to course out over her flesh, and she knew she was in a dangerously susceptible state right now, as evidenced by her continued inability to force herself to resist. Yet even as Tim placed one hand fully over the voluptuous firmness of her breast, his fingers kneading into the generously proportioned flesh, his palm working the half-brassiere cup in a titillating friction against the already lustily swollen little bud of her nipple, Susan made no move to stop him.
She leaned her head back against the back of the couch, her lips parting as she gasped for breath, her eyes wide-open, staring perplexedly at the ceiling. For some reason she was again forced to recall that insane night back at the hospital with little Jimmy Caldwell. She wondered how his operation had turned out and what the effect on him had been when the head nurse had come in and physically pulled her away from him and led her sobbing from the room, her brassiere and panties remaining there as obscene trophies for the orderly who happened to find them. Now she wondered if that night would forever ravage her mind, if the terrible pains of frustration she'd experienced at having been interrupted in the height of sexual frenzy would continue to return again each time she received the slightest bit of stimulation. Then she couldn't help being reminded of Skip Hunt, the cute young boy who today, on first sight, had so reminded her of Jimmy, and brought the whole crazy dream back vividly to life.
Then as she felt Tim's hand slip behind her back to loosen the snap at the top of her low-cut dress and begin to work the zipper downward, Susan was jolted shockingly back to the present.
"No, please," she gasped, looking down in dismay as the top of her dress and the sewn-in brassiere cups fell away from her sensitively tingling nipples. Then another shudder shot through her body as Tim's tongue flipped right down over one of the little lust-swollen buds.
"Oh, oh," Susan moaned, squirming feebly in protest as Tim pressed his own body even more tightly against hers, sucking hungrily at the rigidly throbbing little nipple. Then one of his hands dropped to her thighs and began to work her skirt slowly upward.
For the briefest moment, Susan was on the very verge of giving in. She wanted to now, in spite of her vow and the fact that she hardly knew Tim McLaughlin. Nor was it professional expedience that convinced her finally to resist. As insane as it would have been for her to get involved like this with the superintendent of the school, her immediate superior, the first day she met him, that factor hardly entered her mind as, rallying all her fading strength, she pushed Tim away from her and defensively pulled her low-cut dress back up over the passionately leaning mounds of her naked breasts. It was something else, something she could have hardly have put her finger on. Yet once more foremost in her mind as she made that supreme effort were the two young boys who had made such an impression on her, Jimmy, from her past, and Skip, now somehow irrefutably a part of her present.
"I can't do it," Susan sobbed. "I don't even know if I can explain why, but I can't do it." She watched Tim in silence for a moment, then shifted on the couch to turn her back to him. "Will you zip me up?"
"I guess I got a little overly aggressive there," Tim sighed, pulling the zipper back up and redoing the snap at the top of her dress.
"But it's not even that," Susan said. "I don't know what it is. I can't tell you. But . . . will you call me a cab?"
"Yen, sure," he said. "And you might as well finish your coffee and Cognac in the meantime."
* * *
Sighing deeply, Susan eased herself up out of the hot tub and reached for a towel hanging on the rack beside the sink. Then her eyes caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. She turned, standing completely naked, her amber flesh glistening with moisture, and gazed slowly down the length of her lushly formed body. Sometimes Susan almost regretted the good looks she had been born with. Just her face would have been all right. A beautiful face invited attention, but it was attention of a different sort than that which she attracted. Again she remembered the vile director back at the hospital who so ruthlessly subjugated and exploited her body for his lustful purposes. He'd said she radiated sex, and Susan knew without self-flattery that it was true. And she could not help but believe that was the source of all her confusion now.
Slowly the sensuous brunette turned away from the mirror, gently drying her nakedly gleaming limbs with the fluffy towel. Then, wrapping it loosely around her body, she walked from the bathroom back into the cozy living room-bedroom combination and went over and sat down on the edge of the small fold-out bed. She could still hardly believe what had happened tonight at Superintendent McLaughlin's house. She knew she'd let him go too far, much too far. But it had all taken place so fast. It seemed now almost like an accident, but she still didn't know how she would face him at school tomorrow morning. She could only hope he'd have as much trouble facing her. Nor was she quite able to understand now how she brought herself to stop him after he'd succeeded in uncovering her breasts and getting his lips and tongue onto the tiny taut buds of her nipples. Her whole body was still tingling excitedly all over. She was a bundle of nerves, the terrible frustration of that fateful night two weeks ago still lingering with her, only heightened by what had happened tonight. Nor had the half-hour she'd spent soaking in the hot bath brought anything to calm her.
Gazing down with narrowed eyes, Susan untucked the towel from around her breasts and let it fall away behind her on the bed. Her gaze descended between the highly parted mounds of her breasts, traversing the smooth plane of her stomach and the soft sparse curls of inviting hair nestled between her silken thighs. Then she rose again and walked back to the bathroom. She stood on her tiptoes to reach up to the top shelf of the cupboard and bring down the little battery-operated vibrator she'd bought last week to help relax herself. She returned to the bed and sat down cross-legged, still completely naked, in the middle of it, opening the case that contained the little apparatus and assorted attachments to fit.
Susan couldn't quite resist a glance out of the corner of her eye at her reflection, again revealed in the dressing table mirror on the wall beside the bed. Then as she started to select the oblong fitting designed, she'd assumed, as a back scratcher, she was suddenly struck by a thought that had never even remotely occurred to her before. It was shaped almost like a penis, and though she'd selected it in perfect innocence, in that context it became so obscene that she was unable to escape the lewd suggestion it put in her mind. The idea which hit her was almost too perverted for words and Susan's fingers trembled as she fitted the dildo-shaped attachment to the little vibrating apparatus.
My God, she thought, I must be going out of my mind to be thinking such a thing. Then a sultry smile crossed her lips as she reclined backward. She flicked the little instrument on, listening to its purring sound and watching the rapid vibrations of the long slender attachment for a moment, then lowered it slowly toward the pertly throbbing little nipple of one of her breasts.
A low hiss issued from Susan's throat at the sudden titillating contact of the vibrating rubber rod on her tingling little nipple-bud. She let this stimulating contact continue for but the briefest moment, then jerked the instrument away, watching the heavier rise and fall of her breasts from her suddenly quickened breathing.
The thought she was thinking now was almost too insane for words, yet in her confused and vulnerable state of mind, she seemed irrefutably drawn by the sheer madness of the concept. What was it she had read about the experiments that had been conducted with a vibrator? She couldn't even remember the source of the information now, but unless she was mistaken somebody, a scientist somewhere, had attempted to measure woman's potential for orgasm by using an instrument such as the one she now held salaciously poised over her own naked body. They had found that potential to be almost unlimited, and now Susan could hardly contain her own curiosity. Or was it really just curiosity? she wondered. Perhaps the curiosity was merely an excuse.
Again Susan put the switch on, a low moan of anticipation swelling in her throat as she contemplated the rapidly whirring little phallic-shaped attachment. She brought it slowly down her body, parting her thighs slightly so that, nestled in the soft curls of her still damp pubic hair, she could just see the up-thrust pink nub of her clitoris at the top of her hair-lined pussy slit. For a moment longer Susan waited, nervously, almost apprehensively. Then gently she lowered the whirring instrument down between her thighs.
"Ooh!" Susan gasped at the sudden shocking contact of the vibrating rubber attachment on the tautly responsive clitoral button. The sensation she derived was like an electric shock and flutters of longing coursed out suddenly from the tiny bud, saturating deep up into the sensitive warmth of her loins. Again she was compelled to draw the obscenely throbbing instrument away, unable to bear the sheer sensation of its rapid vibration on her lust-sensitized flesh. Yet the initial contact had only further stimulated her surging need and now she knew that, depraved and perverted as the act might be, she had to try it. She had to experiment and find out if that report she'd read so long ago was really correct.
Then slowly Susan pushed the vibrator back down, again stroking it gently through the moist cuntal ringlets before bringing it back into sudden searing contact with her hotly throbbing clitoris and the pink pulsating slit of her pussy.
She moaned and gasped at the sudden tremors of delight shooting out from her loins at the teasing contact of the vibrating dildo-like attachment right on the moistened lips of her hungrily pulsing vagina. Then her buttocks jerked suddenly as she began to move it slowly up and down the full length of her warm wet pussy furrow, more strained whimpers issuing from her throat as she felt the moisture begin to flow from between the lust-tortured lips. An even more strained whimper of submission rose in her throat as Susan arched her smoothly rounded buttocks up from the bed, deriving an even more wanton stimulation as she increased the pressure, working the whirring rubber phallus right down in between her tremulously quivering pussy-lips, spreading them wider apart and probing teasingly with the jerking tip right up into the clasping depths of her cunt.
A surge of guilt welled almost parallel to her rising lust as Susan worked the obscene little attachment slowly up into the moistly yielding softness of her pussy. But she knew she couldn't stop herself now, she would never get to sleep if she didn't do something to satisfy the desire that consumed her, and the sheer stimulation of the whirring apparatus on her hotly sensitive pussy-flesh was more than she could stand. At last with a deep whimper, Susan surrendered completely to her depraved longing, beginning a lewdly writhing undulation of her body on the bed, shoving the phallic dildo attachment with smooth even strokes in and out of the tightly caressing lips of her cunt.
A stream of moans and pleadings issued from Susan's throat as she began to masturbate in earnest with the vibrating instrument. Her eyes and teeth clenched as she thrashed her body wildly in response to the uncontrollable passion that overcame her, groans of passion issuing incessantly from her lips as she ground her buttocks frenziedly, taking the lewdly stretching rubber phallus even deeper into her tight trembling cuntal opening, altering the angle slightly so it continued to titillate her sensitive clitoral bud even as the tip was embedded far up in her quivering vaginal depths.
Susan's face flushed red, breaking out in a shining coat of perspiration as she began to strain for the climax she knew was imminent. Groaning and whimpering in depraved abandon, the new school nurse wormed the vibrator more swiftly in and out of the eagerly sucking lips of her pussy, tossing her head wildly back and forth, her long dark hair whipping softly over the naked tenderness of her shoulders as she further intensified the lewd fucking rhythm. Then she lifted her head off the pillow, turning sideways to gaze in shock and horror at the reflection of herself in the dresser mirror. Now a salacious thrill shot through her at the shocking sight that greeted her. The perverse picture of her hand manipulating the mechanical apparatus between her thighs somehow made it seem even more perverse than the simple act of masturbation, which Susan had restrained from committing since her late teens. Yet now the sheer bareness only further stimulated her wantonly rising lust, and her body was thrashing savagely, lunging eagerly upward to meet the probing strokes working deeper and deeper up into her grasping vagina. Her cuntal lips flowered open to give the obscene imitation cock-shaft even greater access to her warmly yielding inner flesh, and the continued whirring contact on the twitching bud of her clitoris almost drove her out of her mind with the urgently rising passion that coursed over every tingling nerve end.
Then suddenly the brunette's whole naked body tensed. She shuddered, her hand now moving in a rapid fucking motion to thrust the vibrator rhythmically in and out of her burning loins, her body squirming even more wildly, her legs opening and closing frantically above the whirring little apparatus that still penetrated lewdly into the desire-wracked depths of her pussy. She'd never experienced such sheer overwhelming sensation in her life, yet even as she felt the first distant flutters begin far up inside her belly, she could almost have sobbed in frustration and shame and loneliness. She was going to cum; she knew that now as certainly as she'd ever known anything in her life, but even as the rising tide began, the sense of lacking almost crushed her. For it was not the same. This could never be right, could never really satisfy her and certainly could not compensate for the terrible frustration that had lingered with her ever since that fateful moment when Head Nurse Rothschild had walked in on her and Jimmy Caldwell. Nothing could solve that, she realized as the tears of shame and degradation filled her eyes. Nothing but another young boy like Jimmy like Skip Hunt.
Then a spontaneous contortion wracked the unhappy brunette's voluptuously naked body, an obscene spasm of delight shaking her, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with the overwhelming promise of release that welled irrepressibly in her loins. She moaned in wanton delirium, drawing the cock-shaped instrument almost completely out of her trembling pussy-lips to stroke in rapid motions back and forth over her swollen clitoris, sending further waves of passion and delight darting out from the pulsing cunt-flesh all through her convulsively generating body. She sobbed and moaned in frustration as the release continued to elude her for a few moments longer, then with an even more desperate whimper she thrust the instrument savagely back up into her wetly trembling cuntal mouth.
At last it began, a trembling far up inside her loins that surfaced swiftly in a volcano of elation, bursting forth in a shattering tidal wave of sensation that surged through every inch of her nakedly quivering flesh. The lips of her cunt worked and sucked frenziedly at the lewdly fucking little instrument, her breath rasping in short gasps as the lightning-like sensations jolted through her. She moaned in delirium, basking abandonedly in her obscene bliss, the vibrator still working swiftly in and out of her trembling parted cuntal slit.
As the convulsive orgasmic spasms continued to shake her perspiring body Susan sank to her hips in exhaustion on the bed, dropping her head once more onto the soft fluffy pillow. Her fingers fumbled almost desperately to click off the switch and stop the mad whirring of the rubbery phallus that was still embedded deep up in her loins. Then leaving it embedded, still and lifeless in the lips of her sated cunt, she drew her hand away and opened her eyes, turning once more to meet her reflection in the mirror. A lump rose in her throat as she realized what had really happened to her.
It wasn't just the self-manipulation. That in itself would not have overly disturbed her. But in the same spirit of self-examination that had caused her to question almost her every move during these last tense two weeks, Susan's mind flashed back to those insane moments right before her rousing climax had begun. And she realized almost with horror what she'd done then, though perhaps at that moment she hadn't even admitted it to herself.
However unconsciously, she'd plotted the seduction of Skip Hunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Susan closed the paperback book she'd been reading and stood up from her desk in the reception room of the little clinic that had become her domain. The black-haired beauty sighed tiredly, looking forlornly around the cramped quarters. The lady at the medical employment center had not been kidding when she'd said Susan's duties in this school nurse position would be limited. She'd been here four days now, and she had not so much as applied even a single band-aid. Next week she did have the hearing test, but that would probably take up no more than half a day. She was going to have to find herself a hobby to keep her mind occupied. Otherwise she was really going to go crazy here.
But dull as the hours of inactivity were, Susan knew that idleness was not her real problem. Had she not been so preoccupied, she would probably have been able to interest herself in the book she was trying to read. She wasn't the kind of person who needed to be perpetually at work to keep from being bored. But now she was unable to concentrate on the printed matter. She just couldn't get Skip Hunt out of her mind.
The young nurse laughed softly to herself, yet the tune of it sounded, even to her own ears, slightly hysterical. She paced across the small room to the drinking fountain, drew herself a cup of water and sipped it slowly. That was so strange, she thought. Skip probably hadn't the least concept of what was going on, but Susan had become literally obsessed with the young boy in spite of the fact that she'd never even had so much as a conversation with him. She found herself going out of her way just for the opportunity to glimpse him between classes. She had had long imaginary conversations with him, in which he proved to be as bright and sensitive and witty as he was in his boyish way handsome. She was building up a fantasy world around the youngster and she knew that this was a dangerous sign.
Sighing again, Susan dropped her paper cup into the wastebasket and walked over to the window to gaze out over the green sunlit school campus.
Only an hour to go, she thought. It was last period and she could see the jersey-clad members of the freshman football team beginning to make their way onto the athletic field and start their warm-up laps and calisthenics. In the shade of the gymnasium several of the cheerleaders of the pep squad were practicing their yells, and along the line of trees at the rear edge of the campus two youngsters, a boy and a blonde-haired girl in a short mini-skirt were walking hand in hand.
Susan felt her heart begin to pound suddenly in her breast. Oddly enough it was the girl she recognized first, Melissa, the prematurely developed fourteen year old whom she'd seen flirting with Skip the day she'd arrived, the first time she'd seen the young boy with whom she'd become so obsessed. And now, though she could hardly distinguish the teenage figure walking along on the other side of the girl, almost completely obscured by her, Susan felt a rising apprehension. It must have been a sixth sense that alerted her, because she was almost sure who it was even before they turned to go into the trees and she at last got a clear enough glimpse to know for certain what she'd only felt before. It was Skip!
Later Susan could not even have guessed how long she stood motionless there at the window staring in dazed confusion at the spot along the line of trees where the two young people had entered. Finally she turned away, her breath coming in short gasps, her body trembling, and started toward the door. She was still unable to believe she'd seen correctly, though logically she should have known there was no reason to doubt it; nor was she consciously aware of her own precise motives as she walked out the door and started swiftly across the lawn in the brilliant afternoon sunlight. There was a slight breeze and her thin white uniform clung revealingly to her shapely thighs as she walked. She thought vaguely that she must have appeared a sight if anyone had been watching her. Yet she did not worry about that now. She only knew that she had to follow; she couldn't have borne waiting alone in the clinic while Skip was off in the woods with that slutty-looking young girl she'd seen so flagrantly flaunting her over-developed body at him that first afternoon.
By the time Susan reached the trees she was practically running. Now she stopped, gasping for breath, and crept into the shaded thicket of trees. There was an ill-defined trail and she was sure this must be the path she'd seen Skip and the young girl take. Ducking under the low-hanging branches, she followed it; picking her way as carefully and quietly as possible along the rough terrain. The trees lined a small creek, now dry, which was reversed by the trail. Opposite she had to climb a steep bank into a thick pine grove. Then, perhaps a hundred yards beyond the creek, Susan stopped suddenly as she heard a soft giggle not far ahead of her.
The white-clad nurse waited silently, holding her breath, as the giggle was repeated. Then she proceeded even more carefully, moving from tree to tree, only hoping she would be able to see the two youngsters before they saw her. A short way farther on she had to stop again, even more suddenly, as she came upon a small shaded clearing by complete surprise and almost wandered into it.
The breathless brunette could hardly even believe the shocking sight that greeted her. Skip lay on his back on the soft grass in the center of the clearing. Melissa straddled him in a sitting position, her mini-skirt worked far up her thighs to reveal her flimsy, near transparent panties. She giggled seductively bouncing her body lightly up and down in perfect simulation of this variation of the act of sexual intercourse itself. Beneath her Skip was hunching his buttocks up and down, eagerly groaning, his face contorted with desire as he gazed up at the girl's sultry teasing face.
"Yeah," Melissa moaned. "I can feel it now, sticking right up between my thighs almost on my pussy. And there's nothing but my panties and your pants in the way."
"Yen," Skip said. "This is almost like really doing it, isn't it?"
Susan's body stiffened as she heard those shocking words come from Skip's lips, then she almost gasped aloud at Melissa's reply.
"It's almost like it, but not nearly as good," the sensuous young blonde said in a hoarse voice. "You never have really done it, have you Skip."
Susan listened intently, waiting breathlessly for the young boy's delayed reply. But from the look on his face she knew what it was going to be long before he finally stammered. "No, I never have. I never have."
"Would you like to?" Melissa asked.
Again the young boy hesitated, his face paling slightly. A shiver went through Susan's body as she watched the young girl drop her nearly exposed ass-cheeks down heavily on the bulge that tented the crotch of Skip's trousers, rotating and grinding her buttocks hungrily against the boy's lewdly swollen erection.
"I guess I would," Skip said. "But I'm scared."
The girl laughed softly. "I know, everybody is the first time. But you'll get over it soon enough." She paused, continuing to rock her buttocks gently over
Skip's squirming loins. "You want to do it with me, Skip? Do you want to do it now?"
Susan's decision to move, sometime in that indeterminable time lapse between the girl's asking of the question and the young boy's long-delayed nodding of his head, was not even conscious. She wasn't even aware of having done so until after she was several steps into the clearing, stalking angrily toward the two youngsters.
Skip saw her first. Then the blushing blonde followed his gaze, looking over her shoulder in shock as the uniform-clad school nurse approached.
"What do you two think you're doing?" Susan hissed.
"It's Miss Bonner! The new school nurse!" Skip gasped.
"Get up!" Susan said, her voice quivering as she stared in rage down at the voluptuous blonde. She still hadn't the slightest idea what she was going to do. She'd known only that she had to stop them. Skip had admitted that he was a virgin, and Susan couldn't have borne to stand idly by and watch that virginity that she herself so coveted be taken by another woman, let alone by a vulgar insensitive fourteen year old girl. The myth and fantasy she'd constructed around this sandy-haired teenage boy had almost crumbled before her very eyes, and she'd been compelled to intercede no matter how sordid her own motives, no matter how insane the secret desires that had driven her.
"We didn't mean anything. Miss Bonner," Skip said, getting nervously to his feet.
"Yen," the young girl added. "We were just sort of. . . wrestling."
"I know very well what you were doing," Susan answered, glaring at the girl with undisguised anger. Then she had to avert her eyes as a knowing look came over the young blonde's face.
"What were you doing here, anyway?" Melissa asked, watching her suspiciously.
Susan knew the brazen girl could see right through her, and a voice at the back of her mind reminded her that to Melissa her intrusion must now seem quite as horrible as Head Nurse Rothschild's intrusion had seemed to her that dreadful night at the hospital. A part of her mind knew this rationally and realized what she was about to do was complete insanity, but she was unable to control herself. It was as if she was driven by an alien force, possessed, a thrall to her mad obsession.
"Don't you worry about what I am doing here, young lady," she said with all the authority she could muster in her voice. "Just be glad I arrived before you did something you'd both regret later."
Susan just glimpsed the snide look on the young girl's face as she turned her attention to Skip.
"As for you, young man, I think we'd better have a little talk about the facts of life when the situation reaches the point where our girls aren't safe during school hours . . . " Susan let her voice drift off, leaving the implication to hang in the air.
"But Miss Bonner!" Skip protested.
"Miss Bonner, nothing!" the school nurse rasped in passionate agitation.
Then to the young boy's utter shock and astonishment she reached out and grabbed his ear. "You come with me right now!" she commanded, leading him forcibly toward the edge of the clearing, the blonde girl following almost in a state of shock.
Susan didn't relinquish her hold on Skip's ear until they began the descent toward the dry creek bed. She knew she was hurting him, but she'd already aroused Melissa's suspicions about her motives for following them into the trees and she knew she'd have to make her act look good. And she would make it all up to Skip later.
"Now. Where are you supposed to be?" she asked Melissa as they emerged from the trees back onto the campus.
"What do you mean?" Melissa stalled, still regarding her suspiciously.
"I'm sure your school schedule hasn't allotted you an hour in the bushes every Wednesday afternoon. Where are you supposed to be this period?"
"I'm supposed to be with the pep squad," Melissa said.
"All right, go join the pep squad," Susan snapped.
The girl stared at her in silence for a moment. "And what are you doing with Skip?"
"I'm taking Skip to the clinic," Susan said, looking down sternly. Her gaze almost faltered as Melissa smiled knowingly, then turned away and started across the lawn toward the gymnasium where the entire pep squad was now assembled.
"And you come with me, young man," she said again, seizing Skip's ear and leading him back toward the clinic.
They didn't speak again until they'd passed through the entrance to the reception lobby and down the short corridor which led to the little examination room at the rear of the building. Still maintaining her stern expression, Susan looked down reprovingly at the abashed boy, who now almost cowered before her. "I'm ashamed of you, Skip, and very disappointed," she said.
Skip hung his head, looking down at the floor. "I know."
"You were going to seduce that girl, weren't you?" she said in a softer voice. "Do you do it to lots of girls, Skip, or was this the first time?"
Skip looked up at her, biting his lip. "She was going to seduce me. I never have seduced anybody in my life, and I was so scared I couldn't even see straight."
Susan watched a look of astonishment come over the boy's face as she smiled and flicked her tongue out to moisten her voluptuous lips. "I know, I know it was her who was going to seduce you, I watched for a long time before I finally stopped you."
"You did?"
"Yes, and I couldn't let her do it. Because you see, Skip, I want you for myself."
Skip could hardly believe his ears. "I don't understand."
"Don't you? You're a very cute boy, Skip. And I know I must have hurt you when I grabbed you by the ear, but I had to make it good to keep Melissa from getting any more suspicious than she already is."
The sensuous brunette flicked her tongue teasingly from her mouth again in a wantonly teasing gesture of sexual invitation. Her gaze dropped downward toward the once more bulging crotch of Skip's trousers. Then she smiled softly. "You're getting another hard-on, aren't you?"
Skip blushed. "I guess I am. But I still don't understand what you're going to do to me."
Susan laughed softly. "Do to you? It's not what I'm going to do to you, Skip. It's what I'm going to do for you. I guess I must have planned it that first time I saw you. I just want you to promise you won't tell anyone."
"No, I won't tell, Miss Bonner, I promise I won't!" He paused for a moment, pensive. "But what are you going to do?"
Susan moved slowly to the young boy, wrapping her arms about him and pulling his body lightly to her own. She felt a little wisp of forbidden pleasure surge warmly through her thighs and loins at the pressure of the swollen erection pushing right up against the sensitive softness of her thighs. Then she pushed him back toward the narrow bed against the wall, guiding him gently down to a reclining position.
"I'm going to show you how a real woman makes love, Skip."
The wantonly excited school nurse hesitated but a moment, relishing the look of shock and anticipation on Skip's face, before she moved up to stand against the edge of the bed and reach down and undo the zipper of his trousers. She felt his hips jerk in sudden excitement as she slipped her fingers deftly inside his fly and closed her hand gently around the throbbing shaft of his erectly growing penis. A little quiver of passion darted through her own body as she worked his jockey shorts aside to completely expose the hard resilient flesh to her touch and free it to protrude in lewd invitation from his fly. She bent it down, then released it to spring vibrantly back up, smoothly pulsing and fully erect, the small head engorged with blood and shining with the droplets of seminal moisture seeping from the little glans on the end. Then, still fully clothed in her own uniform, she leaned slowly over.
"Oh!" Skip gasped from the teasing contact. "Oh, that feels good! That feels really good!"
Susan felt the youngster's body tremble beneath her touch as she lightly tugged at the loose skin, drawing it slowly up and down from the naked cock-head and along the eagerly throbbing shaft. She continued this for several moments, then slowly decreased the teasing up and down motions of her hand, squeezing the erect slender hardness softly, gazing down at it in totally wanton anticipation. She knew what she was about to do could have consequences every bit as disastrous as her last episode with a boy of Skip's age, but now that no longer seemed to matter. If she didn't seduce the cute young teenager, Melissa Howard certainly would, and somehow Susan just couldn't bear the thought of that. She had to go through with what she planned no matter what the outcome, and she swore that she was going to make Skip's initiation something he would never forget as long as he lived. Susan hesitated but a moment longer, her own desire surging as wildly as the boy's. Once more her tongue flicked teasingly from her mouth to moisten her voluptuously inviting lips, then she leaned her face slowly lower over the boy's trembling body, bending the thickly swollen length of his cock backward until it was pointed straight up at her face. Inches away from it she paused again and opened her mouth to breathe softly over the glistening little glans, her fingers resuming the gentle up and down skinning movements to prompt further excited jerking of his hips.
"Oh boy!" Skip gasped. "What are you doing, Miss Bonner? What are you going to do to me?"
Susan grinned, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. "I'm going to suck your cock first, Skip, then I'm going to let you make love to me."
Skip stared down at the older woman in shock. Susan flipped her tongue gently from her lips, the saliva-wetted tip coming into warm shocking contact with the pulsing head of Skip's cock. She circled it slowly about the pulsing rubbery flesh, hearing his excited moans and feeling his hips twitch in lascivious response to the rousing sensation. The tip of her tongue found the tiny opening of the glans and darted wetly in to lick up the little droplets of seminal fluid, the tangy taste only serving to further stimulate her craving. Then her hand slipped softly to the base of the palpitating shaft as her lips parted to enclose just the tip of the lewdly bulging cock-head into the warm moisture of her mouth.
Susan's fingers played gently through the thin curls of hair at Skip's open fly, venturing in to caress the tightly stretched sac of his testicles as her tongue swiped wetly downward along the smooth straining cock-shaft, causing a low deep moan to issue from the boy's throat as she planted wanton kisses around the jerking tip. For a few moments longer she continued to play and tease him but still refused to actually take his throbbing penis into her mouth. Then with a sudden groan, Skip reached down into her long dark hair, holding her face against his loins as he thrust his hips eagerly upward, shoving the full length of his hotly twitching cock almost to the back of Susan's throat.
The school nurse gulped, giving out a muffled cry at the sudden shocking invasion. It almost choked her, but she took a depraved masochistic pleasure in the young student's sudden display of aggression. She knew a few moments ago she had completely humiliated him by grabbing his ear and leading him physically across the campus, but now she was determined to make it up to him and she responded hungrily to his first show of confidence, surrendering her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating head of his rigid penis crush into the voluptuous sucking tenderness of her mouth. She closed her eyes, purring softly around the throbbing shaft as she began to suck in earnest.
Skip's buttocks quivered on the hard mattress as he felt the school nurse close her lips tightly around the hard fleshy shaft of his cock, now taking almost the whole length in her mouth. A few moments ago he thought Miss Bonner had completely ruined his chances of getting his first piece of ass, and he still couldn't believe the real reason she'd come out and stopped him and Melissa from doing it on the ground in the little clearing. And now she was sucking his cock, the school nurse, the woman every boy in the whole school was talking about.
As the astonished youth began to eagerly hunch up and down, Susan yielded her lips and mouth totally up to the satisfaction of his obscene lust. Again and again she felt the inflamed thickness ram between her ovaled lips, the massively pulsing head plunging down the full length of her tongue to embed itself far up in the back of her throat as Skip squirmed his loins even harder up into her face. She closed her eyes, giving out a wanton whimper as she began to work her head up and down in a bobbing motion over his loins, swishing her tongue wildly around the sensitively vibrating head of his lunging cock.
Now Susan was losing all her inhibitions, thrusting herself without restraint into the lewd task of sucking Skip's cock. She concentrated all her efforts on it, making gurgling sounds deep in her throat, her teeth scraping softly against the resiliently sensitive flesh that so obscenely violated her lips. She sucked ravenously, already beginning to hunger for the sweet-tasting semen she knew must be starting to well up in the teenager's throbbing testicles. She knew she would have to let him come in her mouth now. He was far too excited and she could tell that his control was already gone. She just had to trust that he would be sufficiently excited to be capable of another erection.
"Oh wow, Miss Bonner," she heard Skip exclaim. "That feels so good I can hardly stand it!"
Susan could sense the desire building through the young boy's body, manifested in the more violent upward thrusts of his hips shoving his palpitating cock-head deeper and harder into her mouth and throat, prompting even more distinct-sounding whimpers of submission to spew from her lips around the saliva-slickened base of his virginal penis.
Then a shiver passed through her body as she felt Skip's hands move up to cautiously touch her ripely flaring buttocks, his fingers digging gently into the firm pliant flesh. Then her body began to sway and writhe with even greater passion as his hands moved up to caress her sensuously swollen breasts on the outside of her brassiere, the pressure causing the little buds of her nipples to swell instantly to tingling rigidity. She sobbed in heedless abandon around the cock that ruthlessly filled her mouth, her own lust-tortured flesh coming savagely to life as his hands roved over the outside of her uniform, tracing little chilling paths over the sensitive skin beneath.
Susan further intensified her debased cock sucking, the lewd submission tapping a source in her she hadn't even known existed. Now every inch of her excitedly tingling flesh was demanding contact, sensation, a physical reward in exchange for the offering up of her mouth to Skip's lustful exploitation, and she determined she would do whatever was necessary to regenerate the young boy's desire once he had lost the hotly building load of semen now welling in his balls. With a sudden low whimper she raised her head, letting the urgently twitching cock slip from her mouth. Her face flushed, she gazed pleadingly up at the young boy's face.
"Touch me too, Skip," she said in a cracked voice. "Up between my thighs, I mean. Start getting me ready to fuck!"
For a moment Skip hesitated, his erect cock almost visibly palpitating, his fingers still softly massaging Susan's fully rounded breasts.
Then as she felt the boy's hands move down to her thighs and begin to work her uniform skirt upward, the passionately overwrought brunette dropped her lips hungrily back to the rigidly pulsing stiffness of his cock, her tongue swiping tautingly over the smooth bulbous tip, further mewls of submission issuing from deep in her throat as his hips lunged upward to drive the resilient shaft back deep up into her mouth. Then her own body began to twist and squirm in even more wanton abandon as she felt his hand moving up between her thighs.
The still incredulous teenager groaned, plunging his buttocks furiously to drive his urgently pulsing cock mercilessly into Miss Bonner's mouth. His eyes feasted on the sight of her softly curved thighs and white ass-cheeks, half revealed by her flimsy, near transparent panties, as he lifted her uniform skirt up above the tight elastic band at her waist and folded it into a bunch just above the inviting little indentation of her navel. The panties hung very low on her flaring pelvis bones, and through the sheer material Skip could just glimpse the softly shadowed triangle of her cunt hair. He'd never seen a naked woman except in pictures, and now just this partial glimpse of Miss Bonner's forbidden pussy excited him beyond his wildest dreams.
Susan's whole body tensed as she felt the boy virgin's fingers stroke gently at the smoothly moistened cunt-flesh between her thighs. She was almost completely naked below the waist with only the sheer panties to conceal the ripely rounded cheeks of her buttocks and her curling cunt hair, and this almost complete vulnerability to the young boy's touch only further stimulated Susan's now uncontrollable passion. Her wanton moans and purrs around the eagerly thrusting shaft of Skip's cock growing even louder, she continued her fervent sucking as his fingers flicked shockingly up inside the tight leg band of her panties to brush teasingly into the little triangle of pubic hair lining her pulsating cunt-slit, working the crotch band of the panties aside to even better expose the sensitive forbidden pussy-flesh to his touch.
Then a muffled whimper issued from deep in her throat as she felt the first shuddering contact of his finger moving right up along the slickly moistened slit and over the rigid throbbing little bud of her clitoris. Her buttocks began to twitch even more wildly as one of his fingers slipped up in between her receptively pulsing cunt lips, worming slowly upward into the welcoming flesh of her vagina. She gave out with an even deeper and more passionate moan, her buttocks undulating sensuously in response to the titillating violation of her loins. Then she felt Skip stiffen on the bed beside her, a groan rising in his throat as his cock seemed to swell even larger and harder in her mouth.
"Uh-oh, Miss Bonner," he gasped, his buttocks sinking down into the mattress as he tried to regain control over his maddening want. Skip could feel the sperm welling up in his balls and he knew there wasn't a way in the world he was going to be able to stop it. He was going to cum whether he wanted to or not, and if he didn't find any words to warn her he was going to shoot his hot load of semen right up into Miss Bonner's pretty mouth. But for a moment Skip found it impossible to even speak. He merely lay there on the bed, muted by his lust, his hips frenziedly twitching and jerking as he felt the warm sperm surge from its sanctuary in his testicles and begin its burning dash up the shaft of his cock to the wildly pulsing head of his cock and the little glans at the tip. Then with a loud gasp he thrust the throbbing rigidity violently back between her lips, moaning and groaning in complete abandon as he let go of the last failing restraints on his desire.
An instant later Susan felt the first droplets of the warm fresh-tasting cum spewing into her mouth. She gulped, her head bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed to keep from choking, sucking fervently, her tongue swiping in tantalizing strokes over the orgasmically lurching shaft as drop after drop of the tangy-tasting sperm shot deep into the back of her throat. She was determined not to lose a single drop of the precious life-giving semen, and she swallowed hungrily, tightening her lips even more warmly around the pulsing shaft, gurgling sounds still pouring from her throat, as she gulped down the ceaselessly squirting droplets.
Then at last, groans of exhaustion issuing from his lips, Skip sank his hips back down onto the mattress. Susan closed her eyes, her body twisting and writhing wildly for a moment longer before she leaned tiredly against the edge of the bed, gently kissing and licking Skip's now rapidly deflating penis. Then she lifted her head to look down at him with a soft smile, the burning passion in her own loins still building toward crescendo.
"Did you like that, Skip?"
"Yes, ma'am," the young boy said, grinning proudly.
"Do you think you can raise another hard-on? Do you want to fuck me now?"
Susan didn't wait for an answer. She knew Skip must be exhausted, and he might not even realize his own capacity, but she was pretty sure she knew how to arouse him.
Her breath escaping in deep guttural gasps, Susan backed away from the bed and reached up to the neck of her uniform and began to slowly undo the buttons down the front, parting the thin white material teasingly off her voluptuously up-thrust, brassiere-clad breasts. With a gentle wriggling of her body she pushed the uniform off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor at her feet, leaving her clad only in her flimsy brassiere and near-transparent panties. She watched Skip's eyes bulge as she reached behind her back to loosen the snap of her brassiere, then pulled the straps off her arms and let it-likewise fall away, completely exposing the voluptuously contoured mounds of her nipple-peaked breasts. She moved her hand seductively down her almost naked body, hooking her thumbs inside the waistband at the top of her panties, a sultry, wanton smile playing on her lips as she began to pull them slowly down off the whiteness of her buttocks and the softly curling black hair of her cunt. She watched Skip's eyes bulge even wider at this lewd shocking exposure. Then her gaze descended down the young boy's body to his own loins, and she noted with a smile of satisfaction that already his still glistening penis was beginning to swell and grow to a new erection.
Susan waited, completely naked, beside the bed for a moment longer, watching Skip's still lewdly moistened cock expand until once again it loomed up to fully distended hardness. Her mind drifted hazily backward, again conjuring a vague vision of that other young boy who had first triggered the release of the secret lust that only now was seeking the focus of its true magnitude. Again she remembered the terrible shame and frustration that had gripped her when that awful head nurse had burst in on them and physically dragged her, naked and sobbing, from the hospital bed where the young male patient lay groaning in anger and his own frustration. Nothing like that would happen today. And no matter what the consequences of her obscene actions might be later, Susan wasn't going to worry about that now. She was going to extract from this episode every ounce of salacious pleasure it afforded. She was going to bask in her own total depraved submission to her forbidden lust and damn the world!
Her breath coming in short heaving gasps, Susan stepped forward and climbed up onto the bed, relishing the pleasure of having Skip's eyes wandering so eagerly, in fact, almost reverently over her naked body. Then the young boy wet his trembling lips, opening his mouth to speak in a nervous hesitant voice.
"Miss Bonner. I . . . I don't know if I know what to do."
Susan felt an even wilder spasm of delight course through her breasts at that remark. Skip's innocence and virginity had not been in question for a long time, but this reminder of it only further heightened her wanton longing and excitement, further stiffened her resolve to make this initiation the most memorable event of his life.
"That's all right, Skip," she purred through her sultry lips. "I'll show you. I'll show you everything you need to know. Just he still and let me get on top of you to start with."
Skip groaned, watching the voluptuous school nurse greedily as she lifted one leg and straddled him over his mid-section, sitting atop him with her thighs spread wide apart to completely expose to his hungry gaze the moist, hair-lined slit of her pussy and the little pink bud of her clitoris nestled so teasingly at the top of it.
Susan gazed down with blurring vision at the young boy, who now began to squirm beneath her, arching his hips upward so his throbbing cock-shaft brushed with electrifying effect against the warmly sensitive inner flesh of one of her thighs. She reached down beneath her quivering buttocks to seize his youthfully palpitating member, bending it backward until it was pointed straight up at the nakedly pulsing softness of her loins. Then with a strained gasp she lowered her body slowly downward.
A hoarse moan rose in the young nurse's throat at the first titillating contact of the lustfully jerking head of Skip's cock against her trembling pussy-furrow. She shifted her position slightly, emitting a low gasp as she brushed the bulging cock-head slowly up and down the length of her desirously moistened vaginal slit. Then with a soft pop just the tip of Skip's cock slipped up into her momentarily resisting cuntal tightness, and with a deep groan Susan sank her hips slowly downward, feeling the throbbing cock-shaft worm its way slowly up into the caressing inner cunt-flesh until her naked buttocks finally rested heavily on Skip's thighs and she was completely impaled on the lewdly skewering rigidity of his cock.
Skip had never felt anything like this in his life. A few moments ago when Miss Bonner had sucked him off and let him cum in her mouth, he'd thought there could be nothing in the world that felt any better than that. But now he wasn't sure. Her cunt fit like a glove, and it was the warmest, moistest sensation he'd ever experienced in his life. And the physical aspect was only heightened by the sight of Miss Bonner's face, now wildly contorted by her own lust as she began a sensuous writhing of her body above him, gently flexing the warmly clasping inner walls of her pussy to further increase the sensation around Skip's desire-swollen cock.
"Oh yes, yes," Susan purred, gazing through glistening eyes down at the young boy squirming beneath her. She began to move her buttocks in a slow rotating motion around Skip's deeply embedded cock, watching with satisfaction the little flinches of excitement on his face as he began a cautious upward hunching motion of his own loins in time with her slow gyrations.
"Yes, Skip. Do it like that," she whispered. "Fuck up and down into my pussy."
Slowly, the virginal youth increased the intensity of his hunching motions, driving his cock harder and straighter up into the now unresisting tightness of Miss Bonner's pussy, feeling her begin to bounce her own buttocks to further intensify the friction on his surging penis. Skip knew that if he hadn't shot off in her mouth just moments ago, he would have cum almost immediately from the sheer novelty of the sensation of penetrating her cunt. But now it would take him a few minutes at least before he lost control, though even at that he was going to have to be careful. It just felt too good, and the way she was bouncing and squirming her body around on top of him didn't make holding it back any easier either.
Susan moaned even more deeply, raising her hands above her head to run them sensuously through her long, freely spilling hair, the gesture arching her full breasts higher and more invitingly as she squirmed her torso in writhing gyrations. She closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of the hard swollen young cock now lunging rhythmically up between her thighs into the sensitive tightness of her cunt. Then with an even deeper whimper she dropped her hands down to Skip's chest and shoulders, running them eagerly over his smoothly muscled flesh before she leaned forward, kissing him wetly on the lips as she squirmed her swollen nipples against him, dropping the voluptuous mounds of her breasts fully down against him, the change of posture only serving to arch her buttocks into the air even as his twitching cock continued to ram deep up into her cunt.
"Put your hands on me, Skip," she purred into the teenagers ear. "Run your hands over my body! Caress me! Play with my ass!"
Skip could hardly even believe those words were really coming from the school nurse, but he hardly needed more encouragement. He wrapped his arms eagerly around her back, hugging her upper torso down against him, then ran one of his hands along the fine line of her spine and dropped it down between her nakedly clenching ass-cheeks, his finger brushing down into the crack and right over the tight little hole of her anus.
"Ooooh! Oh yes!" Susan moaned, waving her buttocks wildly against the finger stroking teasingly over her sensuously contracted little anus. Then she straightened out her thighs until she lay fully prone on top of Skip, slipping her own hands beneath him to hold him tightly to her as she rolled over onto her back.
To Skip's surprise, the change of position didn't even alter the rhythm of their fucking. One minute he'd been on his back, the school nurse squatted over his loins and reclined forward on top of him. The next minute she was lying almost spread-eagled on her back and he was on top of her, his cock still embedded deep up in the warmly moistened tightness of her cunt, his finger still probing between her buttocks against the forbidden little opening of her anus. This was the position he'd always thought people used when they fucked. This was the way he'd always imagined it though twice as good, and he was grateful for the additional experience.
Susan was rapidly losing the last of her inhibitions. The wanton masochistic pleasure of having Skip shoot off in her mouth had been almost more than she could stand and she was already drifting daringly close to the brink of sheer delirium so that she knew it wouldn't take much more. She was almost ready to cum, and she wanted to give Skip the triumph of mounting her in the superior position when the moment of orgasm did overwhelm her. Besides, she recalled vaguely, she'd initially assumed the superior position herself that night with Jimmy Caldwell; she'd been just on the verge of rolling over when Nurse Rothschild had burst into the room.
Squirming her buttocks lewdly against the finger that stabbed teasingly up against the tight little entrance to her rectum, Susan ran her fingers forcibly up and down Skip's back, then dropped them to his naked thrusting buttocks, tugging his loins down even more tightly against her own, spreading her thighs out almost at right angles to take the quivering shaft of his cock even deeper into the orgiastically submitting softness of her cunt. Then another moan rose in her throat as a little spasm shot through her body.
"Yes, Skip! Yes," she purred up at him. "Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can! I'm almost ready to cum!"
Skip stiffened for a moment, staring wild-eyed down at the school nurse's lust-contorted face. Then with a loud groan issuing from his own lips, he began to lunge and hunch his body in a frenzied staccato rhythm, driving the throbbing shaft of his cock in straight, deeply racking strokes all the way to the hilt into the school nurse's cunt.
An instant later Susan felt the rumbles begin far up in her belly. She gave out with a low sigh, dropping her squirming buttocks back down onto the mattress. For a moment, save for the spasmodic shuddering of her body, she was almost motionless. As Skip continued to grunt and groan, ramming up into her with his mighty, jolting strokes, she felt the pressure of his finger against the tight little entrance to her rectum increase even further so that just the tip was submerged inside. Then with a low whimper she jerked her own loins wildly upward as she felt the waves of bliss begin far up inside, surging relentlessly out over her flesh to sweep aside everything but the madly engulfing ecstasy that consumed her.
"Yes, Skip," she pleaded. "Yes, cum with me. Cum with me now!"
The climaxing brunette threw her legs up. locking her thighs high around the teenager's back to form a straight sheath of her vagina and enable him to fuck down into the her even harder with his deeply penetrating cock.
Skip could hold back no longer either. With a final groan, he let himself go again, racking the school nurse's still quivering body with a last frantic series of lunges as the thick hot droplets of cum surged up and spewed relentlessly into the flowering softness of her pussy until at last she sank down in exhaustion beneath him.
"Enough," Susan sobbed at last, her eyes closing and her hands running in tender light caresses up and down the youngster's back. 'That's enough, Skip. I can't take anymore."
With a sigh, Skip sagged down heavily upon Miss Bonner, hearing her feeble whimper of protest as his finger popped free of her lewdly violated rectum.
Susan closed her eyes, gasping for breath, as she felt the gentle relief sweep over her. She didn't know when she'd ever felt so good in her life. It was as if she'd been in a daze for over two weeks, and she knew that the shattering orgasm she'd just experienced had been the climax of not merely this encounter, but also of her frustrated affair with Jimmy Caldwell.
She felt half sane for the first time since that fateful night, and she knew that no matter what the future consequences for what had happened today might be, she would never regret what she'd done.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jimmy Porter and Larry Jones, their hair wet from their post football workout shower, emerged from the dressing room in the basement of the gymnasium and started along the sidewalk toward the main building. They took the short cut through the building to the front entrance, where they found Melissa Howard waiting for them on the front steps. The voluptuous eighth grade girl blew a bubble and stood up, smoothing her mini-skirt down over her shapely thighs, taking a deep breath that arched and accentuated her almost fully developed breasts.
"My mother's gone to a bridge party this afternoon," Melissa said, eyeing the two young boys teasingly. "I thought maybe you guys would like to come over to the house and fool around a little."
Jimmy Porter grinned, nudging his friend Larry. Melissa might be a little bit stupid, but she sure knew how to show a guy a good time. Jimmy and Larry had known that ever since their own eighth grade days when she'd just started developing her truly magnificent set of boobs.
"Yeh, why not?" said Jimmy, putting his arm around the sensuous blonde's waist and letting his hand venture down her ripely clenching ass-cheeks, invitingly defined by the short mini-skirt. Then at the bottom step he paused, "Hey, what happened anyway? I thought I saw you taking off into the trees with Skip a little earlier."
"Yeh," said Larry. "Skip wasn't up to satisfying you on his first try, huh?"
Melissa popped another bubble, narrowing her eyes as she looked back at the two boys. Then she shrugged and walked on. "I don't think I should say anything!"
"Hey, whatta you mean?" demanded Jimmy.
Melissa quickened her pace, moving several steps ahead of the two boys and holding her head haughtily in the air.
"Don't tell me Skip couldn't get it up for you?" Larry said, hastening to catch up with her.
After a few more steps Melissa slowed down to walk between the two boys. "No, he got it up all right. He really had it up and I've got the feeling he did get laid this afternoon, but not by me."
"Then who?" Jimmy asked.
Melissa hesitated, letting the suspense build before she replied, "The new school nurse, unless I miss my guess. Come on, let's turn here and take the short cut," she added, angling off the sidewalk across a vacant lot.
"You've got to be kidding," Larry said. "The new school nurse? What makes you think . . . ? "
"Because she's the one who came out and broke us up just when Skip was about to put it in," Melissa said. 'That bitch! She grabbed Skip by the ear and took him back to the clinic, and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't have but one thing on her mind. I bet she was as hot as I was!"
"I don't believe it," Larry concluded flatly.
"Just a minute," Jimmy said, putting his hand on Melissa's shoulder to stop her and turn her to face him. "Are you making this up?" he asked, looking straight into her wide blank eyes.
"No. I'm not making it up," the blonde said adamantly, blowing another bubble.
"But do you know for sure that's what happened? I mean, did you follow them to the clinic and watch or anything? Did you really see something happen?"
Melissa hesitated. "I'm not going to admit to that. But you just take my word for it." She turned and started across the lot, looking back over her shoulder. "Now are you guys coming with me or not?"
Then she stopped short at the edge of the lot, staring through the trees and across the street to her parents' house. "Oh, drat it!" she said as the two boys came up behind her. "My mother's car is in the garage. She must not have gone to the bridge game after all."
"Shit," Larry muttered under his breath.
Jimmy shrugged. "Well, guess we'll have to make it some other time," he said. "Come on, Larry, let's go."
"Hey, just a minute," Melissa protested.
Nudging his friend, Jimmy started to quickly retrace his path across the lot, not looking back at the blonde who stared at him in anger and dismay.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Larry asked when he caught up. "I'm so horny I could honk right now. We ought to be able to find somewhere else to take her."
"Save it," Jimmy said.
"Whatta you mean, 'save it'? "
"You and I are going to pay a little visit to the clinic tomorrow," Jimmy said. "If Skip can get into Miss Bonner's pants, there's no reason why we can't."
"Aw, come on, man! Don't tell me you believe Melissa's story! She's just making that up as an excuse, because Skip probably didn't even want to screw her or something."
"Are you kidding? Skip would screw anybody right now, and I bet money he did screw the school nurse. I saw the way she was looking at him that day when she first got to school, and I've seen her looking at me almost the same way."
* * *
Larry Jones followed his friend Jimmy hesitantly out of the classroom and down the hall toward the back entrance of the main class building.
"I still don't know if I like this," he said thoughtfully. "She may not have done anything with Skip, and even if she did we can't prove it. What are you going to do if she goes to Superintendent McLaughlin?"
"Don't be such a chickenshit," Jimmy scoffed, looking back over his shoulder. "If you don't want to get in on this action, you don't have to."
"I do want to get in on it," Larry said. "I just don't want to get into trouble."
"We're not going to get into trouble," Jimmy said. "I can guarantee you that."
Larry walked on in silence a few steps farther, then stopped. "Just a minute, I've got a better idea. This way we can't possibly get in trouble."
Jimmy stopped, looking at him tiredly. "All right. Let's hear it."
Larry took a deep breath. "If we just walked out there and ran our bluff, we stand a chance of failing. And we can get in trouble. But why let her know who we are until we're certain she did fuck Skip?"
"And just how the hell do you expect to find that out? Call her up on the telephone?"
Larry grinned. "That's right!"
Jimmy frowned pensively, then nodded his head. "You know, you might have something there. If Miss Bonner really did what Melissa says she did, she's gonna freak out on the telephone when we confront her with it. And if she doesn't freak out, we can pretty well be sure Melissa was feeding us a line of bullshit!"
'That's right!" said Larry proudly. "Come on. We can use the extension in the library to call the clinic."
The two young boys made their way quickly to the library, which, as they'd expected, they found empty. Larry looked the extension number of the clinic up in the school directory and Jimmy took a wrinkled handkerchief from his pocket to cover the receiver. He took a deep breath, looking at his friend ominously for a moment before he dialed the number Larry had given him.
Jimmy waited breathlessly as he listened to the ringing of the phone, then heard the receiver being lifted and Miss Bonner's voice on the other end of the line: "Hello. Clinic."
Jimmy smiled, nodding at his friend and waiting, still saying nothing. For a moment the line was silent, save for the school nurse's audibly strained breathing. Then she spoke again, a slight edge to her voice already: "I said, who is it? . . . Who is there?"
"Would you believe Skip Hunt?"
The silence on the line, after that statement, was pregnant. Still Jimmy could discern nothing but the sound of Miss Bonner's breathing. But he thought he sensed the tension and was almost certain it was not of his own imagination. Then his belief in Melissa's story was almost confirmed in the nurse's next statement:
"Is that you, Skip? Is it really you?"
"What do you think?" he asked, almost chuckling into the receiver.
"It ten't . . . Who is it? Who is this?"
"A friend. Two friends. My partner is here with me.
"What do you want?"
"The same thing Skip got."
Again the line was dead silent for a moment. Then Jimmy heard the school nurse ask hesitantly, "Who are you? Please tell me who you are."
"You'll find out soon enough," Jimmy said. "We're coming to the clinic right now. We know the two of us can give you a better time than just Skip by himself. So lock the door and don't let anyone in till we get there."
"But.. . ? "
"No buts about it," Jimmy said tersely, replacing the receiver and looking back proudly at Larry.
"Whatta you think?"
"Melissa was telling the truth. She freaked completely when I mentioned Skip's name."
"You're sure?" Larry asked.
Jimmy nodded. "I'm sure. Come on, let's go get the finest piece of pussy we've ever had in our lives. It's there waiting for the taking."
* * *
Susan dropped the telephone receiver back onto the hook, staring in dismay across the reception room to the opposite wall. Her breath was coming in deep strained gasps and there was a fluttering in her stomach that made her feel, for a moment, almost nauseous. Gradually the full ramifications of the shocking telephone call she'd just received began to dawn on her. But oddly, beyond her fear, beyond even the guilt that had gnawed at her ever since yesterday afternoon when she'd sucked Skip off and then made love to him in the little room in the back of the clinic, her most profound reaction now to the terrible threat implied in the phone call was the self-realization of her own incredible stupidity.
My God, she thought, she must be, at least emotionally, suicidal. There was no other explanation for her actions, actions that had been designed to lead to disgrace and damnation, to lead inevitably to that. Someone else already knew about what had happened between her and Skip yesterday, and there was nothing really surprising about that. Even as she'd committed the obscene acts for which she was now going to have to answer, it had been with a foregone, if ignored, conclusion that her deed could not possibly in this junior high school remain a secret for long. She'd known at the time Melissa was very suspicious of her, and it was only natural to suppose she would draw a conclusion and spread that conclusion as fact. Nor was there any reason to trust Skip to keep the secret. He'd promised to tell no one, but even at the time Susan had hardly taken the promise that seriously. For a boy Skip's age, having his cock sucked by the school nurse was no ordinary occurrence, and there would certainly be considerable temptation to brag about it. But whether Melissa had told, or Skip had told, somebody knew. And Susan had a pretty good idea what it was they would want from her. And she would have no choice but to submit not that even that would do more than postpone for a short time the inevitable replay of the event that had occurred back at the hospital, the event she'd come here in the first place to forget.
Then Susan's body stiffened as she heard the knocks on the door, four firm, abrupt raps.
"Who is it?" she asked in a quavering voice.
"I think you know who it is," a still unidentifiable voice said.
Susan hesitated for a moment. "Come in."
Though there was no real reason for surprise, Susan couldn't quite contain her astonishment when the door opened and Jimmy Porter and Larry Jones, the two boys Tim McLaughlin had jokingly pointed out to her as trouble makers the day she'd first come to the school to interview for the school nurse position, walked in. The uncanny thing was that Susan had noticed them on several occasions since then; that is, she had found them attractive and had occasionally even entertained a fleeting fantasy about them. And now, ironically, that fantasy was about to come true, though under slightly different circumstances than she'd originally imagined.
"What do you want?" Susan asked quietly as Jimmy closed and latched the door behind him and turned to look at her smugly.
"We don't mean any harm, Miss Bonner," Larry put in quickly. "We just.. . " His voice faded off as Jimmy jerked his head around to glare at the other boy angrily.
Then Jimmy turned back to Susan, the smug smile again creeping over his face. "We came to show you a good time. We figure if you can go for one inexperienced kid like Skip, the two of us can really show you a time."
Susan waited in silence for a moment. It took almost all the courage she could muster to look Jimmy in the eye, but she managed it. And during that short silence she concluded that his confidence and arrogance were ninety per cent bluff. It was already obvious Larry wasn't even capable of bluff arrogance. He was probably as nervous now as Susan had been moments ago-when the strange voice first mentioned Skip's name on the telephone. And seeing the weakness in the two young boys who'd come here to openly force themselves on her, to blackmail her into doing something she might under different circumstances have done willingly, gave Susan the strength she needed to feel and respond to the insult. And she vowed that though the boys might succeed in their obscene scheme, she would extract her pound of flesh first.
"And what if I say no?" she asked at length, still eyeing Jimmy levelly.
"I don't know why you'd say no," he answered evenly.
Susan smiled. "Then let's just speculate. What if I say no?"
"We'd call Superintendent McLaughlin."
"There's the phone," Susan said, nodding down at her desk.
She noticed the look of hesitation on Jimmy's face, and on Larry's, outright alarm. Then Jimmy took a deep breath and stepped up to the desk.
"All right," he said, still managing to conceal the nervousness in his own voice. "If that's the way you want it.. . "
Susan waited until he'd reached for the phone, but made her own move before the actual moment of truth, before Jimmy began to dial. She just didn't have the heart to push him to that point at which he would have inevitably faltered. It would have been too easy. And besides, she was beginning to like the idea that had come into her mind.
"All right," she said, suddenly rising.
Jimmy looked up hopefully, still holding the phone receiver up from the hook.
"All right. Hang the phone up. I'll do as you say.
Slowly the youngster replaced the receiver, the arrogance returning to his eyes. "I don't think you'll regret this decision, Miss Bonner," he said toughly.
It required all Susan's control to keep from laughing aloud. Instead she merely smiled, nodding in agreement. "I don't think I will either." She paused, her eyes narrowing as she looked seductively at the two teenagers. "Now, take your pants off."
"Hunh?" Jimmy asked, gulping.
"Take your pants off," Susan said, relishing the look of outright fear she saw in Larry's eyes. "Come on, boys, show me what you've got."
In a sudden swift motion Jimmy unzipped his trousers and shoved them downward, letting them drop to his ankles. He still wore his jockey shorts, but Susan instantly felt a surge of longing course through her body at the sight of the bulging erection tenting the thin underwear. Jimmy must have noted this, for she saw the confidence return to his face as he teasingly pulled his underpants down to let his surging cock-shaft spring suddenly free in a lewdly shocking erection.
"There!" he said, smiling proudly.
"Now you, Larry," Susan insisted, glancing past Jimmy to the other boy, who had gone no farther than to loosen his belt.
"Oh, gee whiz," Larry said, blushing. "All right."
Susan watched with building anticipation as the more hesitant boy loosened his own trousers and in a swift impulsive motion pulled both them and his jockey shorts down to expose his own small and only half-rigid cock.
"Why, he doesn't even look excited," Susan said derisively. "Only half a hard-on!"
"It'll get up, Miss Bonner," Larry stammered. "I promise it will. I'm just a little nervous."
"Yes, Larry, I'm sure it will," Susan conceded with a wry smile. "Now boys, hand me your trousers."
"What?"
"Hand me your trousers. I'll fold them up for you," Susan said.
Jimmy looked at her in confusion for a moment, then shrugged again, stepped out of his trousers and stooped to pick them up. A moment later Larry followed suit and, her own wanton desire now building even more frenziedly with the sheer perversity of what she planned to do, Susan stepped forward to take the two pairs of trousers and drape them over her arm, her eyes straying downward for another brief glance at the two nakedly inviting young penises so lewdly exposed before her. Then she turned abruptly and walked out the door so quickly the two boys didn't have a chance to protest.
The two half-naked teenagers stood for a moment in shocked silence, staring at the doorway through which Miss Bonner had disappeared as if they didn't even believe that what they'd seen could really have happened. It was Larry who finally spoke. "Very fucking smart!"
"Huh?"
"Very fucking smart, very bright idea you had to come here and fuck the school nurse. Now what are we going to do?"
Jimmy looked down, clutching his cock which was now shrinking like a deflated balloon. "I don't know. I don't understand it. Why did she do that?"
"Why did she do that? Why not do it?
Now she's got us. If we have to walk out on that campus with our butts shining in the sunshine to find our trousers, we won't be able to blackmail anybody around this school again as long as we're here if we even get to stay here," Larry said in disgust.
"But what are we going to do?" Jimmy asked.
"I thought maybe you'd figure that out. You've figured out everything else so far."
"Don't start blaming it all on me. You know you wanted to fuck her too."
"I was perfectly happy to fuck Melissa. You're the one who dreamed up this crazy scheme."
"Yen, I guess I am," Jimmy admitted. Then he stiffened at the sound of four short raps on the door. "Who . . . who is it?"
The boys heard a soft giggle, then the school nurse's voice saying, "You know who it is!"
An instant later, the door opened and Miss Bonner, minus the two pairs of trousers, walked back in.
"Well, what do we have here?" she asked, looking from one of the half-naked boys to the other. At last her eyes came to rest on Jimmy's naked loins. "And who let the air out of you?"
Jimmy hung his head in shame, then looked up forlornly. "We're sorry, Miss Bonner. We're really sorry. If you'll just give us our trousers back we'll go, and we'll never ever try anything like this again."
The school nurse shrugged. "Your trousers are hidden under the hedge, if you care to go and get them yourselves."
'The hedge?"
"Yes, the hedge over by the gymnasium. I didn't think anyone would be-likely to find them there."
"But that's halfway across campus, Miss Bonner," Larry protested.
"And the whole pep squad is over there doing their yells," Jimmy added.
The school nurse smiled sultrily. "I know. That's why I put them there."
"But you've got to give them back to us," Jimmy pleaded. "You've just got to. We can't go out there like this."
Susan moistened her voluptuous lips, gazing at the two boys with a sultry smile. "I'll go and get them for you later. First, you're going to have to give me everything you promised. And more!"
She moved quickly past the two astonished boys and went down the corridor to the little examination room at the rear of the clinic. She could hardly even believe the obscene plan she'd contrived. It was too perverted for words, and went so far beyond what she'd done with Jimmy Caldwell and Skip that any justification she might have conceived for those two wanton acts would now be useless. But she didn't care about that anymore. The very depravity of her scheme, the irony and vulgarity, only heightened her already wantonly surging lust, and she was determined to go through with it. She was going to have the time of her life this afternoon, no matter what the cost might be later. And it would be good for the young boys. They were going to have to go through a short hazing period to even the score for their impudence and audacity in trying to blackmail her. But afterward, she vowed, she would make it all up to them.
Her breath coming in short hoarse gasps, Susan hastily began to unbutton her uniform, parting it teasingly off the smooth heaving flesh of her breasts and dropping it from her shoulders and down the length of her thighs. She draped the uniform over the single straight-backed chair in the room and quickly shed her bra and wriggled out of her panties. Then, completely naked, she lay down on her back on the narrow bed, her arms extended out to her sides, her thighs slightly parted in a position of total surrender. She was waiting there naked, almost spread-eagled, when Jimmy and Larry came through the door.
"Jesus!" Larry gasped, looking down at the school nurse's naked body laid out as if in sacrificial offering on the bed in front of them. He could hardly even believe it, but crazy as it seemed, Jimmy's scheme had worked. He could see the gentle rise and fall of Miss Bonner's nakedly swollen breasts, and her hips seemed to be undulating ever so softly on the mattress. She was really ready to fuck. He could tell it from the look in her eyes, and now Larry could feel his limber penis beginning suddenly to surge to erect life.
Beside him, Jimmy was equally astonished. A few moments ago he would have given a whole month's allowance just to have his trousers back and be out of the clinic. And now apparently everything the school nurse had done was just a joke. She was lying there completely naked, waiting for him to fuck her, and he had never seen such a voluptuous inviting body in his life. It was the body of a real woman, not some silly teenage girl.
For an indeterminate moment neither of the two boys moved. They were too shocked, too astonished. It was Jimmy who finally made the first motion, hastily stripping off his shirt and starting toward the bed. "Boy!" he exclaimed under his breath. "Boy, am I ready to get some of that after everything we've been through today."
"Me too!" Larry echoed from behind him, also stripping off his own shirt and stepping out of his shoes.
Susan smiled, bringing one of her arms down and extending her hand palm forward to the two boys. "Just a minute," she said. "Don't be so hasty. You've got to get me ready before you can fuck me. You've got to get me in the mood."
"In the mood?" asked Jimmy. "But you look like you're already in the mood, Miss Bonner."
"Do you want your pants back afterwards?" Susan asked with a teasing smile.
Jimmy gulped, swallowing hard. "Yes, ma'am. We sure do want our pants back."
"Then do as I tell you," Susan commanded almost sternly. "Larry, you come here."
"Yes, ma'am," Larry said meekly, walking more hesitantly to the bed.
"I don't know if you two boys really know how to excite a woman," Susan said. "That's why I'm going to show you, step by step. Then when I'm really ready, and every inch of my body is begging for it, you can have what you want." Sue sucked her breath in softly, accentuating the fullness of her roundly contoured breasts, her eyes trailing hungrily down Larry's small figure to the now urgently throbbing erection of his cock looming up from the sparse hair of his loins. "Bend over and kiss my breast!"
She put her hands on the boy's shoulder, pulling him forcibly down toward her. Larry hesitated only a moment, then eagerly lowered his face to the school nurse's lust-swollen breasts, his tongue flicking teasingly over one of the hard little nipple-buds before he took it into his mouth, sucking ravenously as he felt her naked body begin to tremble beneath him and heard the low sensuous moan that rose in her throat.
"Yes, yes that's right," Susan purred, arching her back to thrust the trembling mound of her breast even more fully into the young boy's face as she felt his lips and tongue kiss and nibble at the tingling little nipple. "Yes. Now the other one and my shoulders and neck and armpits. All over. Kiss all over the top of my body."
Susan basked silently in her wantonly building pleasure for a few moments as the eager young boy began to do her bidding, alternating from one of her breasts to the other, his tongue swishing wetly over the sensitively aroused skin. She felt his hand touch her side up beneath her arm, then move slowly down over her flaring pelvic bone toward the soft pubic triangle at her cunt. Then in spite of the titillating sensation she derived from the bold initiative the teenager was taking, she reached down and caught his wrist, forcibly stopping him.
"No, Larry," she gasped softly. "That's for Jimmy."
Susan opened her eyes, meeting Larry's perplexed gaze, then looked past him and noted the confusion in Jimmy's face. Again in spite of the wanton lust welling through her loins and belly and breasts, Susan managed a mocking smile. "That's right, Jimmy. You kiss me down there. You eat my pussy and find out how to really make a woman hot. Then maybe the next time you want to do this you won't have to resort to such a crude approach as blackmail."
Jimmy swallowed hard, staring in shock and dismay at the school nurse. He couldn't even believe what she was suggesting. He'd heard the older boys talking about it on occasion he thought they'd called in cuntalingus or something like that but he hadn't ever really believed they were telling the truth. And now the school nurse was demanding him to do just that, to eat her pussy. Again the young boy swallowed hard, looking pleadingly at Miss Bonner's lust-contorted, yet still smiling face. "But Miss Bonner, I never have done anything like . . . that. "
"Well, you're going to do it now," Susan said. "That is, if you want your trousers back."
Trembling, Jimmy stepped up to the edge of the bed and leaned down toward the school nurse's nakedly undulating loins, looking curiously at the silken-haired softness of her pussy nestled so invitingly between her amber thighs. He didn't think his face had ever been this close to a woman's cunt. He didn't think he'd ever looked at one this close, and in spite of all his trepidation, he now found a strange appeal for what she was demanding. Her cunt really was beautiful in a strange way, beautiful and inviting even to his own mouth. It even smelled good in an inexplicable manner, and beyond all his shame and embarrassment, Jimmy felt his cock begin to twitch in even wilder anticipation of what he was about to do.
He hesitated a moment longer, his face almost between the school nurse's now eagerly parted thighs. Then he plunged.
The seductively abandoned school nurse gasped aloud, arching her buttocks upward from the bed and spreading her thighs even wider as she felt Jimmy's tongue flick furtively down into the curly strands of her pussy hair, whipping suddenly right down between her thighs onto the little tingling bud of her clitoris.
"Ooooh," she gasped from the sudden electrifying contact that caused a shudder to dart out through her loins, spreading relentlessly through her naked flesh and even up to the swollen breasts and rigid little points of her nipples, where Larry still eagerly sucked and kissed.
Again Jimmy hesitated, carefully savoring the new taste of the school nurse's cunt, a taste completely unknown to him, yet somehow not entirely unfamiliar. He felt her quivering in expectation beneath him, heard the strained and desperate moans pouring from her throat, and his own lustfully throbbing cock seemed to twitch and swell even harder at the thought of what he was doing. She was really going out of her mind. He'd just barely touched the tip of his tongue to her clitoris and already she was so hot she could hardly stand it. And it was probably that response that finally alleviated his nervousness, because an instant later when Jimmy plunged again it was without the slightest bit of hesitation.
With a deliberate upward movement of his hands, Jimmy spread Miss Bonner's thighs as wide apart as they would go, completely exposing to his gaze the pinkly glistening lips of her pussy and the swollen little nub of her clitoris nestled at the top of her hair-lined cuntal slit. He moistened his own lips, moving his hands swiftly up along the straining tendon of one of her inner thighs. Then with another deliberate motion, he pulled outward at the expectantly moistened flesh at either side of her cunt to completely expose the gleaming pink pussy-lips. Groaning hungrily, he dropped his head down farther between the school nurse's thighs to swipe the full length of his tongue straight up into the wildly throbbing little vaginal furrow.
Still eagerly nibbling and sucking at Miss Bonner's breasts, Larry gazed back in shock and surprise as Jimmy began to eat her pussy. The less aggressive boy further intensified his own ravenous sucking of her breasts as he felt her arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, her nails digging into the rippling muscles of his back as she held him tightly to her.
"Oh! Oh!" Susan moaned, hardly able to believe the lust-inciting sensations that surged out from her breasts and loins in response to Larry's eager sucking of her nipples and the perverted assault of Jimmy's lips and tongue on her excitedly quivering cunt. It felt like nothing she'd ever known in her life, and the sheer sensation of having two sets of lips and two limberly swiping tongues assaulting the most sensitive parts of her body was almost driving her out of her mind. In spite of his original trepidation Jimmy was now immersing himself wholeheartedly in the wantonly subjugating act of cunnilingus. The darting probing of his boy's tongue into the tender flesh of her pussy was such a striking contrast to the normal sensations a woman expected to experience from being touched by a man's hand or violated by the skewering shaft of his penis that she could hardly control her hotly rising lust and need.
Then as an even more convulsing shiver went through her body, she closed her thighs, tightening them greedily down about Jimmy's ears to hold his face buried in her loins. At the same time she reached down between Larry's thighs to seize and wrap her fingers eagerly about the nakedly twitching shaft of his cock, tugging gently up and down on the foreskin to prompt him to bite so hard on one of her desire-swollen nipples that she cried out in a spontaneous whimper of mingled pleasure and pain.
Jimmy's tongue lapped deeper and deeper up into the school nurse's trembling cunt-flesh as he felt her thighs squeeze tightly about his ears. He'd never thought he would do anything like this in his life, but in spite of everything, he liked it, and he knew that it was taking its effect on Miss Bonner. She was really getting hot now, and he knew that the more he excited her the more chance he would have of getting his trousers back after the end of this obscene ordeal. It was no time to be squeamish, and in spite of his continued faint misgivings, young Jimmy sucked and kissed and licked the flowering furrow of her cunt with unrestrained enthusiasm, determined to do whatever necessary to please her.
For a few moments longer Susan basked in the obscene pleasure of having the two young boys kissing and slavering over the most sensitive areas of her body. Then gently she pushed Larry's face up from her breast, again parting her thighs to free Jimmy's head.
"All right," she gasped. "I've had enough. You can fuck me now!"
Feeling a surge of satisfaction in his chest, Jimmy wormed his tongue one last time up into the exquisitely forbidden, newly discovered tightness of the school nurse's cunt. Then he raised up, smacking his lips and looking at her with a dazed expression. He reached his hand out to Larry's shoulder, pushing him back from the bed. "Move out of the way, kid. Miss Bonner is ready to fuck, and I'm going first."
"Who says you're going first?" Larry retorted, looking at him in anger.
"I'm going first. It was my idea, and I'm the one who ate her pussy. All you've done is lick around on her titties. That's nothing."
Larry looked desperately back at Miss Bonner. He knew he couldn't whip his friend Jimmy in a fight, and his only hope was appeal to the school nurse. Usually it wouldn't have even mattered to him whether he went first or second, but Miss Bonner was so good looking he didn't want anything to spoil it. Then he stepped, sad-eyed, back to the bed. "Please Miss Bonner. Let me go first. I would have eaten your pussy too, if that's what you'd asked. Please let me go first."
"Get out of the way!" Jimmy repeated, again pushing him back.
Larry looked at the other boy resentfully, then returned his attention to the nakedly waiting woman on the bed. "He goes first every time with Melissa, Miss Bonner. Let me do it with you."
"Why don't you both go at the same time?" Susan asked, deriving an even more wanton thrill from the look of shock in the boys' eyes.
"At the same time?" they chimed together.
"That's right," she whispered, an even more perverse thrill swelling in her breast at that obscene prospect. "That's right. You in my cunt, Jimmy . . . and Larry in my mouth!"
Susan could hardly believe herself that she'd suggested such a lewd combination, but the arousing kissing of her breasts and the tantalizing licking and sucking at her cunt had caused her body to demand more and more. Her lust for perversion had been whetted, and now there seemed to be no limits to the depths of depravity to which she'd sink to obtain her obscene satisfaction. As the two boys stared in mute shock, she rolled slowly over to her belly, pulling her thighs up beneath her body in a kneeling position to thrust her buttocks invitingly up in the air. Then she gazed back over her shoulder, moistening her lips in sultry anticipation. "Come on, Larry, get up in front of me on the bed, and you come in from behind, Jimmy."
Susan closed her eyes, feeling the bed sag and bounce as the boys climbed up onto it and took their positions, Larry on his knees before her, backed up against the bedstead, and Jimmy behind to take her in the humiliating "dog fashion" posture. She raised her head, gazing through narrowed eyes up at Larry, who looked back down at her in boyish eagerness. Then she took a deep breath and opened her mouth. "Come on, Larry," she purred.
Larry hesitated momentarily, then leaned excitedly forward, and an instant later she took the lustfully twitching cockhead without protest between her lips. Then her body tensed as Jimmy leaned against her from behind, thrusting the palpitating head of his penis right up between her trembling ass-cheeks to find deliciously shocking contact with her already moistening cunt-lips. Shivering in anticipation, Susan moaned deeply as the eager youngster lunged his hips forward, the hotly pulsating length of his rigid cock worming its way easily up into the defenseless velvety softness of her yielding pussy-depths, slipping deeper and deeper until his loins smacked lewdly up against her ripely proffered buttocks.
From in front of her, Larry also lunged forward, a lusty groan rising in his throat as he pushed his swollen cock-shaft between her lips and teeth, sliding it relentlessly all the way down her tongue until it was embedded in full erection far in the back of her throat.
Susan's body quivered from the shuddering dual penetrations. Her mouth was completely filled by the thickly distended shaft of Larry's cock, and from behind, Jimmy's eagerly throbbing member was embedded to the hilt in her already wet flowering loins. She'd never felt so depraved and humiliated in her life. She was kneeling helplessly between them, offering both her mouth and her pussy for their obscene pleasure, and she thought she must be the picture of shame and degradation. But that was of no importance now. Nothing mattered but the perverted satiation of her greedy lust and she would stoop without hesitation to whatever means were necessary to obtain it.
Then she moaned even more desperately as the two boys simultaneously began to move, responding to them with a wantonly sensuous writhing of her fervent young body. Little spasms of lust-incited passion darted out over her naked loins as Jimmy's hand wrapped around her waist to pull her up-thrust ass-cheeks even tighter against his squirming pelvis, and before her, Larry began to fuck with an even in and out hunching motion between her avidly ovaled lips.
Susan humped and twisted, groaning around the expanding cock-shaft that filled her mouth, at the same time grinding her eagerly flexing buttocks back in a wild screwing motion against the desire-inflamed hardness ramming swiftly into her from behind. The long drawn out oral assault the two boys had inflicted on her hungrily yielding cunt and breasts had built her to a state of intense sensitivity and already she was beginning to lose control of herself, quivering and quaking between them in insane feverish abandon.
Jimmy and Larry had never experienced anything like this in their young lives. From behind Jimmy was fucking furiously into the hotly clasping tightness of the school nurse's vagina, his loins making loud smacking sounds each time they struck her up thrust buttocks, prompting further whimpers of pleasure and submission to break from her throat even as she sucked his friend's cock. On the backstroke he drew his penis almost all the way out between her pink glistening cunt-lips and he could see the slickly moistened shaft going in and out of the little clinging lips which tightened about it in protest, then flowered open eagerly to receive him as he thrust forward again. From in front Larry derived a sense of sheer ruthless power from watching the voluptuous brunette on her knees before him, her face buried in his loins, her lips circling greedily around the rigid staff of his erectly pulsing cock. He'd never been sucked off in his life, not even by Melissa, and it was all he could do to keep from shooting off in her mouth right now. But he exerted all his energies to control himself, because he wanted it to last. It felt so good he wanted it never to end.
As for Susan, it seemed all her own arrogance and mockery had been destroyed in a twinkling by the relentless buffeting of her satisfaction-starved body between the two young teenage boys. She could feel the shooting electric currents beginning to flow out of control through her burning flesh, and she knew it wouldn't be long now until she got the release she so desperately needed. She sucked ravenously, her tongue swiping obscenely around the pulsing head of Larry's lust-swollen cock. She could remember the taste of Skip's sperm shooting so virilely into her mouth yesterday and already she began to hunger for the moment Larry's would do the same.
At the same time she drove her buttocks back even more furiously against Jimmy's loins, taking the throbbing rigidity deeper and deeper up into the tenderly exposed flesh of her cunt, relishing the stinging slaps of his pelvis against her helplessly proffered buttocks and longing for his equally obscene ejaculation into the trembling chasm of her pussy. She knew she was ready. It was just a matter of making the boys cum with her, and with that in mind, Susan further intensified her titillating sucking of Larry's cock and ground her buttocks even more hungrily back on the surging penile shaft that violated her from behind.
Moments later she got her wish as she felt Larry stiffen in front of her. "Uh-oh," he gasped, "I think I'm going to cum!"
"Me too!" Jimmy said behind her. "She's fucking me too good!"
"Yeh, she's sucking me too good, too!" Larry said. "I can't hold it any longer."
Susan wanted to cry out her own consent, but she was as helpless as if she'd been bound and gagged. She could say nothing because of the swelling hardness that stretched and filled her mouth, and there was no way to communicate her own readiness to the two boys who were so obscenely using the two mutually ravished orifices of her body. She could do nothing but continue her eager sucking and the wanton screwing of her buttocks against the hotly impaling rod of Jimmy's cock, hoping that her uninhibited servile passion would serve to tell them what she couldn't say with words.
Then as the spasms began far up inside his own body, Jimmy slammed against her with a powerful lunge that shoved her forward until her face was buried even deeper into Larry's loins, at that same instant as the first sweet-tasting droplets of sperm came rushing up the length of the other boy's feverishly palpitating cock and spewed into her mouth. Susan sobbed and whimpered around the surging shaft, making gurgling sounds in her throat as she swallowed to keep from choking, while behind her Jimmy groaned as he too lost control and began to shoot his white-hot load of semen into her warmly pulsing vagina, the lewd ejaculation seeming to temporarily endow him with an even greater energy so that the increasingly violent lunges further racked her helpless body. And as the obscenely squirting sperm flooded simultaneously into the two respective orifices of her pussy and mouth, Susan felt the even more violent rumbles begin far up inside her own loins.
The school nurse squirmed her buttocks in a wildly rotating motion, altering the angles of Jimmy's continued racking strokes up into the most sensitive recesses of her cunt. She sucked hungrily at Larry's relentlessly exploding cock-head, hungering for more and more of the fresh-tasting sperm that still splattered in seemingly endless droplets against the back of her throat. Her Adam's apple bobbed as she swallowed, determined not to lose a single drop of the precious life-giving fluid, and, as her own violent orgasm built to crescendo, the burning electric sensations exuded in sweeping waves out from her trembling loins, pouring up through her breast to the tingling tips of her nipples and surging wildly down her thighs and over every perspiring inch of her nakedly glistening flesh in a torrent of obscene elation.
Then as the orgasmic peak passed, exhaustion came swiftly over her, and her body sagged as she felt the two boys' penises begin to deflate. Neatly she licked the last few droplets of cum off Larry's now limp cock, letting it drop from between her lips almost at the same time as Jimmy withdrew from behind. She turned over onto her side, then rolled completely onto her back, looking up with a glowing face at the two youngsters who still watched her with a certain eagerness and concern.
'That was good!" Susan sighed. "That was really good. Both of you boys were really wonderful!"
"Thank you, Miss Bonner," Larry said.
"Yes, thank you," Jimmy added.
For a moment Susan's eyes almost closed as the little quivers of ecstasy continued to pour at intervals through her softly curved flesh. Then she opened her eyes again, looking curiously at the two boys. "What's the matter?"
Jimmy swallowed hard. "Uh, Miss Bonner . . . our trousers?"
Susan laughed softly. She'd almost forgotten. "Oh yes, your trousers. Just a minute and I'll put my uniform on and go get them. They're in the bushes just outside the door."
CHAPTER SIX
Tim McLaughlin pulled his car to a halt against the curb before the apartment building where Susan lived, cut off the motor and looked over at her almost forlornly. The voluptuous brunette avoided his eyes, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the strap of her purse.
"I just don't understand it," he said finally. "Last week I got your dress undone all the way down to your navel before you stopped me; tonight I had your skirt practically up around your neck!"
Susan sighed quietly. "I . . . I don't guess I understand it, either. I thought I was going to go through with it tonight. I really did. Then something happened."
"What happened? I mean, that's what I can't understand."
Susan looked up at him desperately. "I don't know, Tim. I don't know. There was something awhile ago that's still troubling me. I just stiffened up tonight. Give me a chance to get my head together and maybe later I won't be this way, if there is a next time."
Without waiting for the young superintendent to answer, Susan opened the door, got out and started up the walk. Instants later she heard the roar of his car's ignition, and his automobile pulled away. Then, as she was mounting the steps to the front entrance of the apartment, a shadowy figure on the corner of the porch almost caused her to jump. As it emerged into the crack of light coming through the front door, she saw that it was Skip.
"Skip? What are you doing here this time of night? It's after eleven?"
The boy looked at her sullenly for a moment. "I couldn't sleep. I slipped out the window."
"But if your parents find out you're gone.. . ? "
"They won't find out."
Susan considered the youngster in silence. He was looking at her almost with hatred and she couldn't understand what was wrong. "Do . . . do you want to come in?"
Skip shrugged. "I guess so."
Susan quickly unlocked the front door and opened it to let the young boy into her small ground floor apartment. Then she turned to face him.
"What's the matter, Skip? You're looking at me like . . . I just went to a play with Mr. McLaughlin."
"Yeh. I bet you just went to a play," Skip said with obvious anger.
Susan found it difficult to keep from smiling. This charming boy was actually jealous because she'd gone out with Superintendent McLaughlin, and at the realization of that, she felt such a tender welling of emotion in her breasts that she almost wanted to cry. She wanted to hug the cute teenager tenderly to her and shower kisses of gratitude on his face. Then as she started to move toward him, he stopped her cold.
"What did Superintendent McLaughlin think about you gang-banging Larry Jones and Jimmy Porter? Or have they told him about it yet?"
Susan felt a terrible sinking in her heart as she heard that. She could hardly even meet the teenager's cold gaze. He'd found out about what happened yesterday! Jimmy and Larry must have told him everything, all the sordid shocking details of the wanton flesh orgy, and she couldn't blame him one bit if he never wanted another thing to do with her.
For several moments Susan stared silently down at the floor, little convulsions shaking her voluptuous body as she tried to choke back the tears welling in her eyes.
"Oh, I've made such a mess of everything," she said in a quivering voice. "Such a terrible, terrible mess!" And it was true, she thought. Everything she had done during the last couple of weeks had turned out wrong, beginning with the lewd affair with the fourteen year old patient at the hospital where she had worked, inclusive of her relationship with Skip, her sordid affair with Jimmy and Larry, and even the two awkward and disquieting outings she'd had with Superintendent McLaughlin. Her own unnatural urges, unleashed that fatal night at the hospital, had set her against the very nature they defied. She was a mature, healthy, and all too attractive woman. She was dating a man her own age, a man whom she should have found attractive, and on their two successive outings together she'd petted with him and teased him and then stopped him short exactly in the manner he should have expected from an adolescent girl. By the same token, she had found young Skip Hunt with a girl his own age and had forcibly prevented nature's taking its own innocent natural course. Then, though she'd played prick-tease with a man her own age, she'd obscenely seduced that innocent young boy and later two others his own age. Susan couldn't understand it. She'd never experienced such despair and shame in her life, and she thought that, but for one mitigating factor, she would have fled right this minute, left her job, left her apartment and never set foot near this place again. But she couldn't bear to go. She couldn't give up the lewdly salacious pleasure she'd derived from her perverted acts. She knew she would stay on as long as possible. She would sink to the very depths of depravity, and she would leave only after she was forced to leave--an inevitability which would be reached, she knew, in due time. But even now in spite of all the resentment and anger she felt from Skip, in spite of all her own shame and guilt, the lust that had consumed her was still a ball of fire in her loins, an alien force that drove her beyond the bounds of rationality and made her its forever helpless thrall. She thought she'd never wanted Skip in her life as much as she wanted him at this moment, and even though he hated her, she would do whatever she had to do to have him.
"Skip, I know I can't ever make you understand. But maybe, maybe just as an act of faith, you'll forgive me. Maybe you'll see that I can't control myself, that I can't help the way I feel."
"But how do you think I feel? I go all my life trying to get a woman to go to bed with me and when I finally succeed, she makes me feel like a fool in front of all my friends. Even Melissa is laughing at me now, because she was saying a bunch of bad things about you yesterday, and I said they weren't true. And now everybody thinks they're true."
"Even you?"
He said nothing.
"Oh Skip, Skip," Susan sobbed, stepping to the young boy and wrapping her arms around him, hugging him eagerly to her voluptuous breast, purring in his ear as she squirmed her loins up against his thighs. But he stood completely stiff before her, refusing to respond. At last she dropped her arms to her side and stepped back, watching him through narrowed eyes, her tongue flicking unconsciously from her mouth to moisten her trembling lips. Then she reached up and slowly began to loosen the buttons down the front of her dress, her breath coming more quickly as she parted the material off the up-thrust mounds of her breasts and pushed it completely from her body. She reached up behind her back to unsnap her brassiere, then slowly slipped her fingers into the waistband at the top of her thin clinging panties, lowering them deliberately over the soft dark curls of cunt hair and down the length of her molded slender thighs.
Skip watched her undress solemnly. She was able to detect only the slightest hint of suppressed desire in his eyes, but she knew from that look that he still did want her in spite of everything. And she knew that if she tried hard enough she could have him again tonight.
The junior high schooler let his eyes drift slowly over the school nurse's nakedly inviting body. He'd never felt so much like a fool as he had this afternoon when Melissa Howard had come and told him what Jimmy and Larry had done to Miss Bonner at the clinic yesterday. But in spite of all his anger he couldn't deny the little twitches of desire surging through his loins, and he could feel his penis begin to grow in his trousers beyond all his attempts at control. Then, saying not a word, the school nurse walked past him seductively and went over to lie down on her stomach on the bed.
Skip turned slowly, his eyes moving deliberately down the length of her body and over the fine line of her spine, the dimples above her ripely flaring ass-cheeks, his attention at last finding focus on the forbidden crack between them. And suddenly out of the blue the craziest idea Skip had ever conceived in his life popped into his mind.
"Come on, Skip," the school nurse said in a low lusty voice. "I can see you want me. Even if you hate me, you still want me. So take your anger out that way. Take it out by fucking me."
Skip swallowed hard. He was having a difficult time keeping himself from trembling visibly at the thought that had entered his mind. He didn't even know why it excited him so much, because it seemed the most perverted thing imaginable. He couldn't dream Miss Bonner would even consider letting him do it to her, but neither could he get the idea out of his mind.
"Please Skip. Come on. You can do anything you want."
It seemed almost that she was reading his mind, though he knew that timely remark must have been sheer coincidence. But she was asking for it whether she knew it or not, and by golly Skip was going to give it to her, or at least make a good try. And after he'd done that to the school nurse he wouldn't have to hang his head in shame no matter what anyone else said they'd done to her.
His breathing coming in short quick gasps, Skip walked over to the bed. He sat down on the edge of it and took off his shoes, then unbuttoned and shed his shirt and stood up to remove his trousers. He could feel the school nurse's hungry eyes coursing over the naked flesh of his own body, hear her hastened breathing as he turned back, still looking coldly down at her, and reclined beside her on the bed. Skip propped himself up on his elbow letting his gaze drift once more greedily down the length of her body to rivet on the temptingly outlines crevice of her ass-cheeks. Then his hand moved hesitantly to her thighs, just below her buttocks, and he heard her purr softly as he began to stroke tenderly upward.
The lasciviously splayed brunette gasped as Skip leaned over her, nibbling gently at the sensitive flesh at the back of her neck, his hands moving slowly up her thighs, then flicking boldly between them. She stiffened at the first sudden teasing contact of his finger on the already moistened furrow of her pussy, working slowly up and down to part the trembling lips and spread the freely flowing moisture the full length of her aroused little cunt-slit and back over the thin membrane separating her vagina from her anus.
Then a soft cry issued from the older woman's throat as Skip bit down on the sensitive skin at the back of her neck, and her body jerked in a soft spasm as she felt him spread the moisture back across the tender membrane and stroke right up between her ass-cheeks over the lewdly tingling little hole of her anus. In spite of the shocking sensation, she began to gently undulate her hips, little mewls of pleasure continuing to pour from her throat in response to his bold prodding against the tightly puckered anal entrance.
Then a shudder passed through her body as she felt the pressure increase. She opened her eyes wide and lifted her head, staring straight ahead in shock and dismay at the obscenely chilling thought that had crept into her mind. Then a short little cry issued from her throat from the hot stab of pain as Skip suddenly pushed downward, his lubricated finger slipping slickly into the little hole, burrowing slowly forward up into her rectum in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and contract her anus in fearful resistance. It sank to the first knuckle, then continued the piercing intrusion until it was embedded all the way up to the last knuckle in her forbidden rectal flesh.
The excited teenager felt the triumph welling in his chest as the school nurse looked back at him in dismay. He could see her forming the words of protest on her lips, and he quickly flicked his thumb back between her thighs to the moistly quivering slit of her cunt to stifle it. Then her naked buttocks spontaneously resumed their sensuous undulation as he began to stroke up and down along her cunt-slit with his thumb, reaching it lower and lower until it made titillating contact with the sensitively swollen bud of her clitoris to bring another eager mewl to her lips. At the same time, he probed even deeper with his finger into her anus, and, from the expression on her face he could see that the exquisite contrast of sensations had her completely confused. It was obvious she was beginning to get an idea of what he had in mind, but at least her alarm was not as great as he might have expected.
Little shivers continued to run through Susan's prone and helpless body as Skip continued to prod and wiggle his finger in her rectum, stretching and parting the tightly resisting walls until she thought she could hardly stand it. But the sheer sensation was more than she could resist, and she was unable to control the soft movement of her hips squirming up and down in a lewdly hunching motion on the bed. She was almost certain he had sodomy in mind, and the idea was almost too appalling for belief. She couldn't even imagine where an innocent young boy like Skip had gotten such a sordid idea, but, in spite of the stabbing pain and all the inherent perversion, the idea of being fucked in the rectum, debased and humiliated to the limits of perverted sex, was beginning to appeal to her. Even as she sobbed in protest, little tremors of masochistic pleasure had begun to course out over every tingling inch of her goose bumped flesh. She could feel the fluttering excitement growing relentlessly in her stomach, and she knew that beyond all her fear and shame, submitting to the lewd act of anal intercourse was the most perfect punishment the young boy could possibly have conceived. And she knew she didn't even have the right to resist after all the embarrassment she had caused him.
Then Susan gasped again as Skip began to withdraw his finger. In spite of the relief she experienced, the tight rubbery walls of her rectum seemed to cling to him in protest. Her whole body jerked from the short pop as the finger left her anus completely, then she sobbed spontaneously, her whole body slithering forward as Skip rolled on top of her, his finger suddenly replaced by the blood-filled tip of his throbbing cock prodding right up against the clenching tightness of her helpless anal entrance.
"Aaaaagggghhh," she moaned, thrusting her head from side to side as the teenager plunged ruthlessly forward, his surging cock-head pressing hard up against the tightly resisting little opening, then beginning to worm its way up inside.
The sudden, even more intense pain caused new tears to rush to her eyes as she shivered from the sheer raw sensation at the slender shaft of boyish cock-flesh surging hungrily upward into her fearfully clasping rectum.
Sobbing from her pain and humiliation, Susan dropped her face back down onto the mattress, her buttocks still jerking in involuntary spasms from the lewd violation of her most sensitive orifice. She was helplessly impaled now, her body pinned cruelly to the mattress. She'd taken Skip's swelling vengeful penis to the hilt between her up-thrust, proffered ass-cheeks.
Then another cry rose to her lips as the young boy began to move. Miraculously, the pain wasn't nearly as intense as she'd feared, and it was tempered by an even more striking sensation of pleasure, however masochistic. Her loins were on fire from the lewd violation of her virginal rectum, and she could feel the tight sac that held Skip's sperm-filled testicles slapping teasingly against the sensitive little slit of her pussy on the down-thrust, sending undeniable ripples of salacious enjoyment darting out through her squirming body in delicious contrast to the pain. As Skip continued to fuck smoothly into her tight rectal flesh, she couldn't help but be grateful that even in his innocence the young boy's imagination had been sharp enough and sordid enough to give her this opportunity to make amends for the wrong she'd done. him.
"God!" Skip gasped. "It's just too tight." The young boy couldn't even believe this final conquest. In spite of his relative lack of experience he could sense from Miss Bonner's reaction that she'd never been fucked in the anus before, and, from the way she was whimpering and moaning, he doubted if she would ever submit to it again. The sacrifice she was making was already beginning to temper Skip's anger even as he lunged his loins viciously forward against her up-thrust and waving ass-cheeks, and from the incessant groans of pain and humiliation emanating from her lips he was beginning to feel remorseful about the lewd perverted act he was subjecting her to. He couldn't help but enjoy it, but he didn't want to hurt her too bad, so he exerted every bit of control he could manage, trying to make it as easy on her as he could.
For a few moments longer Susan hung in limbo, a part of her body wanting the ruthless and humiliating ordeal to end, another part of her beginning to cry out for more and more of the sheer depraved sensation Skip was inflicting on her clasping little rectum. To submit to the lewd attack seemed depraved in itself. To actually respond, to encourage the obscene assault, would be almost too perverted. Yet, in spite of everything, she was beginning to do just that. She synchronized the contractions of her anus with the violating thrust of Skip's lust-inflamed hardness, hunching her buttocks back against him ever more fervently to take the lewdly penetrating shaft of flesh deeper and deeper up into her most forbidden passage. Then as she felt his hands move down beneath her thighs and begin a swift stroking over the tingling bud of her clitoris, Susan almost cried out loud, rocking her buttocks way backward, pulling her knees up under her body to thrust her ass-cheeks high into the air, almost lifting Skip up off the bed as his cock sank even more easily all the way up into her now openly unresisting rectal sheath.
Susan could hardly even believe her own words as she looked back over her shoulder and said, "Yes, Skip! Yes! Come on! Fuck me in the ass, fuck me as hard as you can!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tim McLaughlin stared at his own reflection in the back-bar mirror, solemnly sipping the third gin and tonic he'd ordered in the last half hour. The school superintendent was still in almost a state of shock. His two nights with Nurse Susan Bonner had repudiated everything he'd learned in fifteen years of chasing women. The first time he'd had her virtually naked from the waist up, he'd actually had his lips on her breast, and suddenly she'd cut him off. Tonight he ignored the breast and went straight after his real objective, her tight little pussy. And he'd gotten his finger on her clitoris before she'd stopped him. It just didn't make sense. After what happened in his apartment that first night, she wouldn't even have accepted a second date with him if she hadn't wanted to go to bed with him and she certainly wouldn't have let him get her skirt up around her waist tonight if she hadn't been so inclined. Then somehow or other she just stiffened up.
Tim downed the last of his drink and ordered another one. He was getting drunk. Even now his balls still throbbed from the gnawing frustration of having been stopped just when he thought he was about to make it. He drank the fourth drink even faster than he had the first three, and by the time he'd finished it, he had made a decision. He wasn't going to give up this easily, nor was he going to wait until Nurse Bonner's mood changed. She could be fucked, and she could be fucked tonight. And by God, he was going to give it the try of his life.
Tim stood up quickly from the bar, walked out the door and got into his car, and began to drive back across town to Nurse Bonner's apartment.
* * *
Skip had hardly been able to believe the lust-contorted expression on Miss Bonner's face as she looked back at him, and her desperate plea was more than he could resist. He'd tried as hard as he could to hold back, but if she didn't want that, why should he torture himself? Grunting even more excitedly from the school nurse's unexpected response, Skip increased the length of his own racking lunges until he was unleashing the full fury of his lust with a series of jolting thrusts deep up into her still tightly contracted anus, at the same time shoving his finger far up into the quivering softness of her cunt and further increasing the friction of his thumb's rapid stroking over the trembling erect bud of her clitoris. Already he could feel the sperm beginning to well up in his testicles. He knew it wouldn't be long now until he lost control, but Miss Bonner was really beginning to like what he was doing to her and he was determined to hold off as long as he possibly could.
Susan's body was really coming to life now, the wildly contrasting sensations in her two simultaneously ravished orifices becoming confused. She could no longer clearly distinguish between the two, and the shocking waves of delight that began to course in swift electric tingles out over her lust-tortured flesh were sweeping aside all her remaining emotional resistance. In spite of the inherent humiliation of the dog-fashion she'd submitted to and the sheer degradation of the depraved act of sodomy, she was responding. The shuddering lunges of Skip's throbbing penis up into the sensitively pulsating depths of her rectum were breaking down her inhibitions, and she screwed her buttocks back hungrily against the surging boy-cock, longing for more of the arousing titillation. Behind her, Skip groaned as he felt the school nurse's anus contract even more enticingly around the lunging shaft of his cock. He knew he was still hurting her, but now he no longer even tried to control himself. She'd asked for it anyway, and he did his best to compensate for the pain with the continued frenzied stroking of his finger over the wetly pulsing bud of her clitoris, at the same time fucking up into her clasping anal flesh with even more violence.
"Ooooohhh! Aaagghhh!" Susan moaned before the shocking assault, her body thrashing beyond control from the obscene sensation surging through her loins and rectum. Again she dropped her face down onto the mattress, her buttocks jerking in complete abandon as Skip started a staccato lunging rhythm, his cock flexing even larger in her rectal tightness as the sperm welled hotly up his resiliently throbbing shaft. She rocked her buttocks even farther back, taking the lust-inflamed hardness deeper and deeper, gyrating her hips in a wildly rotating motion to alter the angle and further increase the raw sensation. She knew Skip was going to cum any minute now and she strained and fought desperately for her own release, hovering on the brink of what seemed like an unbearable eternity as it continued to elude her.
"Finger-fuck me harder," the totally wanton young nurse gasped in desperation. "Finger-fuck harder into my pussy to make me cum too!"
That did it. Skip lost all control. For an instant his body quivered, his loins pressed tightly against Miss Bonner's provocatively waving ass-cheeks. He tried to hold back, but he knew it was going to be no use. Then he heard an even deeper moan as the school nurse began to thrash her body in uncontrolled writhing movements, her anus contracting spasmodically around the pulsating length of his cock as he resumed his violent racking lunges.
Susan almost passed out from sheer delight as the orgiastically contrasting sensations in her separately ravished orifices finally became hopelessly merged. She could no longer distinguish the difference between the pain and the pleasure, and her nakedly flailing body shuddered as the shocking waves of delight darted relentlessly over her perspiring flesh. Behind her Skip groaned, resuming the savage thrusting rhythm as the hot droplets of cum welled up swiftly from his balls and began to spew in obscenely squirting droplets up into the school nurse's helplessly penetrated rectum. As he continued and intensified his jolting plunges, Susan whimpered without restraint from her own shuddering waves of ecstasy. The slickly spewing semen flooded her rectum, lubricating her nether passage until the pain faded completely, so that as she continued to buck and hunch before Skip's final racking lunges there was nothing left but the wildly consuming passion of her release.
* * *
Tim McLaughlin stared with complete disbelief at the lewd shocking display in Miss Bonner's combination living-bedroom. To think that he'd almost rung her bell at the very peak of her and young Skip Hunt's sexual frenzy! Then he'd heard her cry out, and had known that just beyond the door lay the explanation of his own confusing relationship with the school nurse. Although Tim might not have peeked through the window if he hadn't been drunk, now he didn't regret what he'd seen. As he turned away from the window, the young superintendent was already beginning to formulate a plan.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan walked stiffly into Superintendent Tim McLaughlin's office, trying to maintain in her bearing a sense of dignity she hardly felt. She had little doubt as to why she'd been summoned here. For the last several days she'd been awaiting this call, not so much with dread as with resignation. Now that it had come, she just wanted to get this scene over with as easily and smoothly as possible.
"Sit down, Susan," Tim said in an amiable voice.
As the shapely brunette took a seat before his cluttered desk, the young superintendent rose and walked around to the door. Susan tensed as she heard him throw the latch. Then he moved back to the file cabinet in the corner of the room, opened it, and to Susan's surprise brought out a bottle of Scotch whiskey and two glasses.
"I think you might be able to use this," he said, returning to his swivel chair behind the desk.
"I'm sure I can," Susan answered, crossing her legs but making no attempt to pull down her uniform skirt, which had crept a bold distance up her invitingly contoured thighs. "I don't recall having seen you drinking whiskey on the job before, though," she added as Tim poured the two shot glasses full.
"I don't publicize it," he said, pushing one of the glasses toward her. "As a matter-of-fact, I presume if certain members of the school board knew I kept this here, my job would be in jeopardy. But there are times when it affords a badly needed lift." Tim paused, drinking down his whole shot in a gulp, then looked at Susan levelly. "I came back to your apartment the other night, about an hour after I dropped you. off. I was about to ring the bell when I heard . . . something. Instead, I'm afraid I peeked through the window."
Susan drank her own shot, casting her eyes downward. She could feel the red creeping over her face, and there was a lump rising in her throat. She'd had no doubt Tim had found out about her carryings on with the boys at school, but she'd taken for granted he'd merely heard the gossip that was going around about her. It hadn't occurred to her that he might have seen her with Skip that night, submitting wantonly to the obscene act of sodomy. She knew that Tim, aside from being attracted to her sexually, had liked her. He'd liked her at least a little bit. And she realized it must have hurt him very badly to actually have seen her with Skip, to witness with his own eyes the reason her relationship with him had been so fouled up.
"I'm sorry," she managed at last. "I presumed you knew, but I'm sorry you had to . . . see it."
"I later did some investigation," Tim continued, refilling the glasses. "I've heard Melissa's stories. I know about Jimmy and Larry too. And I suppose you know that it goes without saying that I have no choice, professionally, but.. . "
"To terminate my employment," Susan finished the statement for him.
"Yes."
"And?"
"Frankly, on a personal level, I'm pissed off at you."
Susan looked up and smiled. "I don't doubt it. Tell me this: Do you also have the reputation of the school to consider?"
Tim frowned. "That's what I was about to say. What are you getting at?"
"What are you getting at?" she asked back.
"What you've done is actually . . . a criminal offense in this state."
Susan laughed softly. "I have the strangest feeling I've been here before."
"You have?"
"Yes." She paused, her smile now sultry. "And I'll be more than happy to go to bed with you if you let me resign without prejudice."
As she walked out of the office with Superintendent McLaughlin, Susan had a strangely comforting feeling of deja vu.
And she couldn't help but wonder if she were setting the pattern of a new life style.