The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so. for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest . . . "Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alio wet h himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
Tandy Wilson bent down and picked up a small flat stone. She stood for a moment, fingering the stone between her thumb and index finger, then with an arcing snap of her arm, she sent it skimming over the surface of the tiny mountain lake. It had been a good throw and the stone flew in a straight, even path a few inches above the water, hurtling directly toward the Saskatoon Girls' Camp on the opposite shore. Almost imperceptibly, the stone dropped and grazed the water, then it rose up into the air again, and fell, skipping two . . . three . . . four . . . five, six times before it sank, leaving a pattern of expanding ringlets radiating out across the glassy, sun-sparkled water.
Tandy stood for a long time, staring at where the stone had disappeared; yet she was not thinking of the stone. Something had been troubling her all day, a vague, undefined edginess which, try as she might to find its cause, was as lost to her as the stone beneath the lake.
"What's the matter, Miss Wilson?"
Tandy whirled around to see young Bobby Winton behind her. The fourteen year old had his hands jammed in the pockets of a pair of old blue jeans which had a dog-eared patch at one of the knees, and his perceptive blue eyes stared out of his freckled face from beneath a shock of unruly red hair. He had been watching the shapely brunette for some time, glancing from the inviting swell of her hips, concealed beneath the sun-faded rose of the boys' camp shorts, to the sculptured length of her tanned legs, and through her white blouse to the silhouette of two voluptuous up-thrust breasts. Now, however, he was looking at her dark, liquid eyes with concern. "You look sad about something.
"Not really," Tandy said, shrugging. "I was just . . . thinking."
"Oh," Bobby replied, looking down at his battered sneakers. "I guess I shouldn't have inter . . . uh . . . "
"Interrupted?" Tandy smiled. "That's all right, Bobby, you're not interrupting. I have to go back to the first-aid shack anyway." She paused a moment. "Say, shouldn't you be playing baseball with the other boys?"
The boy looked back up, but he avoided Tandy's eyes, gazing instead at the girls' camp across the lake, "aw, I'm no good at baseball, and they're always making fun of me. I thought . . . well, I thought I'd see if you were doing anything."
Tandy couldn't help feeling sorry for Bobby. He'd had a difficult time mixing with the older boys since he had arrived at the summer camp, primarily because he was a quiet, aloof boy who had little interest in sports, and Tandy had taken him under her wing. Normally she enjoyed his company and his quick, searching intelligence, but the nagging tension which she felt demanded that she be alone.
"I'm . . . I'm afraid I have some work to do, Bobby," Tandy lied. "Gee, can I watch?" "No, I ... I need to be alone Bobby." The boy furrowed his brow. He could tell something was troubling the usually cheerful nurse who had volunteered her time to work in the boys' camp. "You sure you're all right?"
"Yes," Tandy nodded absently. "I'm feeling a little strange today, that's all."
"Okay." After a moment's hesitation, the boy turned around and walked back toward the huddle of tents and slat-siding buildings set back among the trees from the edge of the lake. Tandy watched him as he walked, slowly shuffling his feet in dejection. She was acutely aware of how much she had come to like the boy and felt a pang of guilt for not having sat down and talked with him, as he had so obviously wanted. But she couldn't, not just now . . .
Tandy shook her head, silently repeating to herself, "Yes, I'll be all right." Then she turned and walked quickly away from the lake toward the low, barracks-style building which housed the first-aid clinic.
She followed a shaded trail that wound between the trees to the camp, unaware of the brittle crunch her feet made as they padded across the carpet of pine needles on the path. She didn't know what it was that was bothering her. It was as yet just an unsettling suspicion that something was wrong, a vague sense of foreboding. And though it had only really surfaced today, she thought it must have subconsciously troubled her all week long.
Tandy emerged from the shaded path and made her way quickly down between the tents, a series of wooden frame structures with plank floors and a canvas covering set up on concrete blocks, passing their closed doors and empty screen windows. The camp was silent, almost oppressively so, and this only contributed to Tandy's unexplained gloom. She felt anxious to reach the drab olive door with the red cross on it, longing for the cozy privacy of the little clinic with its smell of rubbing alcohol, and hurried even faster down the gravel lane between the tents, her ripely formed buttocks swaying sensuously as she walked on in her natural gait.
Several yards from the clinic, however, Tandy suddenly stopped, looking up curiously. For an instant she wasn't even sure what had attracted her attention; then, listening intently, she was able to distinguish the sound of a girl's voice coming from one of the tents somewhere to her right. She waited for a moment, then started slowly toward the source of the sound, unconsciously beginning to tiptoe as she grew nearer.
Then she stopped again as another even more provocative sound came to her ears, catching her breath. Though she couldn't be certain, she thought she'd heard a girl's giggle - yet a specific and disturbing kind of giggle, lusty and sensual. After a moment, she continued, even more cautiously, and after ten paces stopped once more at the screen window of one of the tents.
Tandy could hardly believe the shocking sight that greeted her. Sitting on one of the cots was Michele Kaplan, the pleasingly nubile seventh grade daughter of Dr. Eugene Kaplan, the head surgeon at the hospital in which Tandy worked. Michele was spending the summer at the girls' camp on the opposite end of the lake and, though technically forbidden, had walked down to the boys' camp. Flanking her were two eighth grade boys, Jay Simmons and Chris Tidwell, who had attended the same school as Michele and whom Tandy, not to mention a number of the camp directors, had recognized as troublemakers. Though it seemed almost too shocking for Tandy to even imagine, the two boys were simultaneously feeling up the sensuous young blonde.
Muted by her own surprise, Tandy stared wide-eyed as Chris pulled the young girl's Camp Saskatoon T-shirt up over the white skin of her stomach. Another giggle issued from the teenager's throat, but she made no move to stop the boys. Then Tandy almost gasped aloud as Chris lifted the T-shirt up to completely expose the thirteen year old girl's ripely-molded breasts. She was not even wearing a brassiere, and in spite of her young age, she was surprisingly well-developed. Her breasts stood up with almost bursting firmness, needing no support, and the contact with the air had caused her pink little nipples to swell to instant rigidity.
To Tandy's further astonishment and dismay, Jay Simmons reached down with both hands, almost the instant the swollen, nipple-peaked mounds were exposed, to eagerly cup and massage them, his fingers tweaking teasingly over the ripe little nipple-buds to cause further giggles and shrieks to purr from the young girl's lips. And before Tandy had time to absorb that shocking development, Chris moved back into the action with even more stunning effect.
"Hey," he said laughingly, pushing one of Jay's hands away. "Let me get in on this, too." Then he bent down quickly to plant a moist kiss on the nakedly swollen little nipple.
"Ohhh!" the blonde haired girl moaned, her eyes widening and face flushing crimson as she peered down, watching Chris begin to hungrily suck and lick at the tingling little bud even as Jay continued to stroke and massage the other nakedly up-thrust mound. Then he also stopped and began to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin of the young girl's neck and blow softly onto the tender little lobe of her ear.
For a few moments longer the girl un-protestingly let both boys kiss and fondle her breasts at will. Then she gently pushed Chris's face away and in a quick motion pulled the T-shirt back down over her breasts, and over Jay's hand, which still remained lewdly upon them.
"Hey, come on Michele," Chris said. "Pull your T-shirt back up."
The thirteen year old blonde shook her head, another giggle bursting from her lips. "No," she said in a gusty voice. "No, we can't. Not here. If I'm even seen here ..." she let the words trails off, the consequences speaking for themselves.
"Then tonight," Chris said, looking down at her eagerly. "Why don't you meet us at Indian Rock tonight?"
The young girl hesitated. Indian Rock was a safe territory between the two camps, and a night walk to the jutting cliff over the water wouldn't arouse the suspicion of any of the camp directors as long as one promised to be back to camp in time for the nightly fireside. She peered back at Chris, a lewd grin still on her soft pink lips, debating the proposition in her mind as Jay continued his own obscene caress of the vibrantly swollen flesh up beneath her tight-fitting T-shirt, his lips and tongue continuing to wander hungrily up and down the tender skin of her neck. Then the blushing girl's gaze descended wantonly to her own lower body as Chris placed one of his hands on her inner thigh just above the knee and moved it slowly upward toward the loose-fitting leg bands of her blue uniform shorts.
"Come on, Michele," he repeated. "Whatta you say? You gonna meet us tonight?"
For a moment longer Tandy remained at the window of the tent, stunned to immobility by her shock and indignation at the sight of the two young boy's hands roving freely over the passive girl's body. The obscene display held her spellbound. She seemed to have even forgotten to breathe, and she hadn't the slightest idea of how long she'd stood there staring at them.
Then suddenly she bolted for the door of the tent, running up the wooden stairway. As she walked in on the three teenagers they gasped in surprise.
"What is going on in here?" she asked in a quivering voice.
No one answered. The three young people gazed back at the camp nurse in shock almost as great as her own had been when she first stumbled upon the lurid scene. Her eyes met Michele's with a mingling of compassion and anger, then with only anger, and she shifted her gaze to encompass the two boys.
"I asked you what is going on in here?" Tandy asked, trying to conceal the trembling in her voice.
"Nothing, Miss Wilson," Jay Simmons said.
"That's right," Chris echoed. "We weren't doing anything. Just talking."
"I know very well what you were doing," Tandy hissed. "Now take your things, she continued, gesturing with her eyes toward the baseball bat and two mits on the floor, "and get out of here."
The boys hesitated but an instant, then quickly Jay reached for the bat and his mit. Tandy wasn't even sure when it had happened, but somehow he'd managed to extract his hands from beneath Michele's T-shirt. Moving even more swiftly, Chris passed him on his way to the door. Rising and smoothing her T-shirt, Michele started to follow as the boy's went past Tandy.
"No, you wait," Tandy said, stopping the young girl.
Michele paused, hanging her head guiltily, then looked up furtively. "We weren't really doing anything, Miss Wilson. Honest. We were just fooling around. Nothing was going to happen."
"You must know by now what is very well going to happen if you keep up with that sort of fooling around, Tandy said sternly, adding, "and what can happen if anyone finds you on this side of the lake."
The girl stared at the floor sullenly, "Yes'm." After a moment, she glanced up, her eyes suddenly filled with fear, "You're not going to tell on me, are you?"
"What do you think I ought to do?"
"Please, Miss Wilson. I know I let them go too far, but I wasn't really going to do anything."
Tandy was silent for a moment, watching the trembling thirteen year old with mingled sterness and compassion. Then she half-turned away, looking thoughtfully down at the floor. "I think the camp director should handle this," she said after a moment.
Ignoring the girl's protest, the nurse went quickly out of the tent and started down the gravel path toward the barracks where Ken Logan had set up a make-shift office, two buildings down from that which housed the first-aid clinic. Tandy's heart was pounding furiously in her breasts and her breathing was hoarse, the air escaping her lips in short, audible gusts. In her mind's eye the shocking picture of the young girl's nakedly exposed, lewdly massaged breasts hovered with stark clarity, a compelling, almost savagely disturbing vision.
Though she couldn't quite understand why the event should have had such an effect upon her, it seemed the dread that had gnawed at her all day long and, more subtly, for the past several days, had begun to find its focus.
CHAPTER TWO
Ken Logan leaned back in the rickety canvas-bottom chair until his shoulders touched the drab olive siding olive barracks building, then he propped his feet up on the stairway that led to his office. From where he sat, he could look past the end of the dining hall to the lake, where one of the camp's instructors was kneeling over a pile of life preservers and paddles on the end of the dock, checking to be sure everything was ready for the afternoon canoe class. Ken could feel the warm afternoon sun beating down on him, and he closed his eyes, expelling a soft sigh. This was his third summer as director of the camp, two more than he had expected to survive, yet when he'd been asked to take the job again this year, he hadn't been able to refuse. Suddenly he heard the hurried footsteps approach and a nervous voice call his name: "Ken?"
He opened his eyes and saw Tandy Wilson standing in front of him.
"Well, hello Tandy," he said, taking his feet off the steps and turning, around to look up at her deeply troubled face. Then, in spite of himself, he let his eyes drop quickly to the inviting swells of her breasts pushed up high together by her tightly constricting brassiere.
Ken had never concealed his interest in Tandy. During the first few weeks of the camp he had tried to find an opportunity to get her alone, but for some reason he'd had no luck whatsoever. He knew he wasn't a bad looking man, and he had his share of women on the string. He'd finally concluded the reason for her constant refusals must be either that she was on the rebound from an unpleasant experience, or that she had a lover in the city whose existence she had denied when Ken inquired, but who had kept her happily satisfied and to whom she was trying to be loyal. Yet, despite his lack of success, Ken had kept Tandy Wilson in the back of his mind, and he still liked to think that one day, maybe one day he might get his hands on that voluptuously flaring ass of hers.
He sighed again and looked back up at her strained face. "What can I do for you?"
Tandy averted her eyes, and Ken could see the trembling of her full pink lips as she tried to find the words to speak. "It's those two boys," she said finally in a quivering voice. "Tidwell and Simmons."
"Oh really," Ken-said unenthusiastically. "What are they up to now?"
"I found them in one of the tents with Michele Kaplan." She paused, looking almost desperately into his eyes. "Ken, I honestly believe that if I hadn't shown up when I did, they would have raped her."
Ken stared silently at the sensuous brunette for a moment, then he stood up and walked in to his office. A moment later she heard his voice boom out over the camp's public address system: "Chris Tidwell and Jay Simmons to the camp director's office immediately."
As he came out of his office and down the stairway again, Tandy looked up at him. "You're not going to have them come over here, now?" she asked nervously.
"Yes. Of course I am," Ken said, watching her evenly as he sat back down.
The two of them waited in tense silence until, a few moments later, the two youngsters rounded the end of the building, their faces immediately paling at the sight of the camp nurse.
"All right, boys," Ken said. "What's this about you and that girl from the other camp - Michele, was it - in one of the tents?"
For a moment neither of the boys answered. They looked shame-facedly down at the ground, fidgeting with their hands. Then Jay lifted his eyes cautiously. "Aw, gee, Mr. Logan. We weren't doing anything wrong. We were just fooling around with her a little."
"Yeah," Chris said. "She's the one that came down here. We were just flirting with her, then Miss Wilson came in and got the wrong idea."
Ken looked back at the voluptuous brunette nurse. She hesitated for an extended moment, and when she finally did speak, her voice bordered on the hysterical.
"They were not just fooling around," she said. "They had her T-shirt up . . .around her neck, and she wasn't even wearing ... a brassiere. She might as well not have been wearing anything above the waist."
Tandy's voice trailed off swiftly. Jay Simmons jerked his head sharply up toward her, and for the briefest instant the young boy's eyes met hers. It was an exchange of the most subtle nature, and Ken could not nearly have fathomed its ramifications during the short time of its passing, he had only an inkling. Then Tandy looked back at him.
"They weren't just fooling around," she repeated. "I wouldn't-have brought it to your attention if it had been . . . that simple."
The brunette waited for a moment longer, looking incomprehensibly distraught, her face almost as white as her flimsily clinging blouse that outlined the lush curves of her breasts. She was trembling all over and it looked to Ken as if any minute her dark eyes might truly become liquid and fill with tears. She bit her lip, as if she were about to say something else, then instead turned abruptly and walked away, disappearing around the end of the building.
Ken returned his gaze to the two boys. "Is that true? She was not wearing a bra?"
Jay nodded. "Yes, sir."
"She have nice tits?" Ken asked with a smile.
The boys' eyes shot up to his, then nervously, Jay replied, "Yes, sir."
Ken watched the two boys thoughtfully for a moment before asking his next question. "Tell me one other thing."
"What sir?" Chris asked.
"Was she like that when Miss Wilson walked in on you?"
"Sir?"
"Did you have her T-shirt pulled up when Tandy . . . er, Miss Wilson, walked in?"
Jay frowned, looking sharply at Chris, who gazed back knowingly. It had been a long shot, but from the expressions of comprehension on the two boys' faces, Ken knew he was on the right track.
"No, sir," Jay said at length. "When Miss Wilson came in, Michele had already pulled her T-shirt down. She only let up keep it up for a little bit, but that was a few minutes before Miss Wilson came."
"That's what I thought," Ken said with a nod. He sighed, looking back out toward the lake, his mind tossing back and forth this strange little aspect of the incident, still unclear and vague but nonetheless the single most intriguing factor of Tandy Wilson's personality that had come to his attention during the time he'd been acquainted with her. Then he turned back to the boys and sighed again.
"As for you two, I guess I should confine you to your tents, or maybe put you on K.P. But I'm not going to. If I hear anything like this happening again, I'll call the girl's father. Now get out of here."
CHAPTER THREE
Tandy had been unable to eat dinner. She had sat in the dining hall, stabbing at her food, as Ken Logan and the two boys occasionally lifted their eyes to stare at her. Finally unable to tolerate their glances any longer, she had left the table and walked down to the lake.
The vague trepidation she'd felt even before her shocking encounter with the two boys and the half-undressed girl in the tent had found its focus in the lewd encounter. And now Ken knew that she'd watched more of the episode than was necessary; and Jay knew it too. She'd seen that much from the look in the young boy's eyes, both outside Logan's office that afternoon and later, at dinner. Now, it seemed Ken too, had been aware of the same thing.
Tandy stopped for a moment and stared out across the lake, reflecting the half-circle of the moon. There was a fallen tree near the shore and she walked over to sit down against it;
above her was Indian Rock. As she settled down on the sand, her glance dropped briefly to her legs, which looked milky and soft in the moonlight, then to the fully rounded swells of her breasts concealed by her blouse.
Abruptly Tandy shifted her gaze, feeling embarrassed even in her privacy and solitude at the way she'd been looking at her own body. She'd been so on edge today that the shocking incident she'd witnessed in the tent and the humiliating episode that had followed outside Logan's office had completely unnerved her, and she didn't like the way her body was reacting. She felt a need, distant and gnawing, still vague, yet nonetheless profound. And though intellectually she was quite able to cope with it as a purely biological entity, a physical function of the flesh, she wasn't emotionally prepared to deal with it now. For in spite of Tandy's medical training and her ability to accept sex for what it was, a simple biological process, she couldn't help but feel on the emotional level that before two people went to bed together there should be some basis of communication, of caring for one another, that elevated the act itself above the purely physical. That was why after several brief flings during nursing school, Tandy had become increasingly particular about the men she slept with - so particular in fact, that she hadn't had sexual intercourse with anyone since before the previous Christmas.
And there hadn't been a lack of opportunity. Even Ken Logan, whom Tandy did not find unattractive, had made several offers to accompany her on night walks or to help her clean up the clinic at the end of a day.. She'd had no doubt in her mind what he would have expected that to lead to, and once or twice she might even have been tempted. But she'd steadfastly refused, simply because the emotional attraction didn't exist between them.
Tandy sighed deeply, shifting her position languidly on the sand. Again her gaze descended down the length of her sensuously contoured body, moving past the swollen mounds of her breasts and her slender, girlish waist to the provocative valley between her relaxed thighs.
Tandy sucked her breath in softly, her eyes narrowing. It seemed that only now was she hit by the full impact of the shocking but undeniably arousing incident she'd witnessed earlier. She'd hardly been aware, until that episode had brought it into focus, of her all too urgent need for a man. During the past several weeks, she now realized, the need had manifested itself in other ways, in a loss of appetite, irritability, and so forth. Now every inch of her flesh tingled with the wanton desire that had been unleashed in her. In lewd montage with the lust-inciting vision that hovered still in her mind's eye came little teasing wisps of recollection of the touches and caresses of men she'd been with in the past. Now that all seemed so long ago, and her lust and need took on a nostalgic quality, yet seemed for that all the more poignant and demanding.
It was almost unconsciously that Tandy yielded to the temptation to trail her hand down to the wide-set mounds of her breasts. She felt her nipples swell against the constricting fabric of her brassiere with the contact of her hand, and she sighed again, squirming her hips sensuously down against the coolness of the sand. Her breath came in slow hoarse gusts as she began to gently knead and massage her breasts. Then, still without really thinking about it or admitting what she was doing, Tandy unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it gently apart to reveal the smooth golden flesh of her belly.
Another deep sigh escaped her lips as she slowly trailed her hand down the sensitive skin of her belly, then under the elastic band of the boys' camp shorts and her panties to the softly curling strands of her pussy. Tandy's body stiffened at the first stunning contact of her middle finger over the already warmly twitching little bud of her clitoris, and for a brief moment she held her finger motionless there upon the little bud as an unwelcome tremor of longing coursed slowly outward from her loins, saturating her sensitive, lust-tortured flesh with its warmth. Again she recalled the compelling sight of Michele Kaplan's desire-contorted face as the boys pulled the T-shirt up to completely expose her naked breasts. Now she knew clearly why the incident had disturbed her. She'd so identified with the young girl, had in her own secret lust felt a bond between them; and then, as now, the desire she'd seen in that teenage girl's face seemed to mirror her own deepest and most profound inner feelings. And to Ken Logan and to the two boys outside in his office, her reaction must have seemed like that of an hysterical woman, hysterical with her own secret need.
Slowly Tandy's hand began to move, the motion still virtually unconscious, the warning signs surging through her flesh unheeded. Her fingers flicked faster and faster over the urgently pulsing little clitoral bud. She moaned softly at the titillating shocks of delight that shot out from her loins at the teasing contact of her finger on the ripe little bud, her buttocks undulating sensuously as she grabbed at the confining shorts and panties and pulled them down, revealing the darkly curling hair of her pussy triangle. Tenderly her fingers parted the hair-fringed lips of her cunt and spread the smoothly flowing cuntal moisture up and down the lust-tortured slit, causing a strained whimper to issue from her throat.
Tandy continued the obscene self-caress unthinkingly for a moment longer, feeling her growing desire flutter in her stomach as she further intensified the lewd stroking of her pulsating clitoris. Then with a sigh of shame and frustration, she stilled her hand again, feeling her body stiffen as she realized what she was about to do.
Ever since she was a teenage girl not much older than the sexy young blonde who today had helped unleash Tandy's own secret, Tandy had felt a torturing guilt whenever she was on the verge of resorting to fingering herself to obtain her release, a guilt instilled by her mother who had once caught her thrashing in the bathtub with her self-induced lust. Even now, in her privacy on the deserted lake shore Tandy felt as embarrassed and ashamed as she had then, and her mind screamed that what she was doing was warped and perverted. But the need had been building secretly in her body for so long, and now that it had emerged, the nurse's lust was like a hot ball of fire in her loins, and she had to have some kind of relief, no mater how degrading.
For a moment longer Tandy waged her hopeless battle with temptation. Then with a soft whimper of submission she arched her smoothly rounded buttocks up from the beach as if offering the voluptuous nakedness of her burning loins to the moon, and plunged her hand between her moist, throbbing thighs. A shiver passed through her as her finger came back into contact with the lewdly pulsing little tit of her clitoris, moving downward again to spread the flowing cuntal moisture up and down along her glistening pussy-slit. Her fingers worked the hair-lined lips wider apart and began to probe teasingly up into the softly clasping inner flesh, sending further obscene shocks of pleasure and need to dart out over her lustfully quivering body.
Her mind almost blotted out the guilt that had welled parallel to her rising lust as Tandy wormed her middle finger slowly up into the resisting tightness of her desire-heated pussy. She knew there was no way to stop herself now. She would never be able to have any peace if she didn't do something to quell her mind-consuming lust. Moaning distantly she burrowed her middle finger deeper, her thumb rubbing swiftly at the hotly throbbing tip of her clitoris as she arched her hips even higher and sank her finger to the flat of her palm into her moistly parting cuntal flesh. Then with an even more insane whimper she surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began a lewdly writhing undulating of her body on the sand, finger-fucking with smooth even strokes in and out the tightly caressing lips of her cunt.
A stream of desperate moans and pleadings issued from Tandy's throat as she began to finger-fuck herself in earnest. Her eyes and teeth clenched and she thrashed her body savagely from the obscene lust of passion that consumed her. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips and her fingers darted swiftly in and out of her tightly trembling pussy-lips, her thumb working with maddening effect on the pulsing bud of her clitoris.
Her face flushed and broke out in a shining coat of perspiration as the love-starved nurse strained for the still distant orgasm, groaning in lustful frustration and worming her finger even more rapidly in and out of the quivering warmth of her pussy. She tossed her head from side to side, whipping her long dark hair back and forth over the tree behind her as she intensified her maddening finger-fucking rhythm. Then she lifted her head, gazing down between the trembling mounds of her brassiere-constricted breasts to the perverse sight of her own hand moving eagerly up and down between her wildly scissoring thighs.
Again she recalled the expression on the thirteen year old Michele Kaplan's face as Chris Tidwell had begun to push his hand up her sensitive inner thighs below her girls' camp shorts. Her sense of identification now emerged even more clearly in the focus of her own heightened lust, and in spite of the thrills coursing wantonly through her naked loins and flesh, Tandy could not quell the sob that rose in her throat at the shattering realization that above and beyond everything else she'd felt at that obscene encounter in the tent, she had been envious of the young girl whose defenseless flesh was being so lewdly fondled by the two eager boys.
Now Tandy's body was thrashing savagely on the sand, her loins jerking widely against the shorts and her panties as the probing strokes of her fingers worked deeper and deeper into the quivering flesh of her cunt. The lips of her vagina flowered open wider to accept two fingers, and then three, up into her warmly yielding inner flesh; the continued frenzied stroking of her thumb over the little twitching bud of her clitoris almost driving her out of her mind with the obscene passion now pouring through every fiber of her flesh.
Then suddenly her whole body tensed and shuddered, and a series of obscene grunts and moans and whimpers spewed from her lips as she moved her finger in a staccato rhythm in and out of her burning loins. Her body uncoiled in a frantic whiplash motion, her legs opening and closing in desperation on the finger that still perked in and out of the wantonly sucking lips of her pussy.
Already Tandy could feel the rising tide beginning deep up in her heaving belly. Spontaneous contortions racked her naked flesh as she hungered and fought for the release she now knew was imminent. Another spasm of obscene delight shook her, obliterating the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise building in her loins.
As reality began to fade, Tandy immersed herself totally in the delirium of her self-inflicted passion. She drew her fingers almost completely out of her trembling cunt-lips, stroking in an even more rapid motion over her swollen clitoris to send new, more wanton thrills to swell out from the pulsating flesh of her loins through every inch of her gyrating body. She worked her finger frenziedly back and forth over the quivering cuntal bud, sobbing and moaning in urgent supplication as the release she so urgently needed continued to elude her. Then giving out with an even louder moan she thrust her three fingers savagely back into the trembling little cuntal mouth.
Tandy's breasts heaved with the insane tossings of her lust-racked torso as she lunged jerking with the wild little spasms of sexual delight flowing spontaneously out through he: loins.
And at last it began, a distant trembling far up inside her quivering pussy-flesh that surface swiftly in a blinding volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of sensation that soared through every inch of her nakedly Thrashing body. The lips of her cunt clutched and sucked at her lewdly fucking finger. Her breath rasped in short gasps, and she cried out in delirium, wallowing in her obscene bliss as the lightening-like sensations jolted relentlessly through her.
Tandy continued the rapid workings of her thumb over the still hotly pulsating nipple of her clitoris until she'd extracted every bit of the obscene pleasure that her body had to offer. Then at last she sank her head down in exhaustion against the log, dropping her buttocks back onto the sand. The little spasms continued to course through her loins for several moments as she panted and gasped to catch her breath.
Then as her delirium faded and reality began to return, Tandy almost sobbed with the shame welling up in her breasts. With the temporary satiation of her lust, the tormented young nurse could hardly imagine how she'd committed the obscene act she'd just completed. It was too perverted to even imagine, and she thought she could not have felt more guilty if she had gone out and slept with a complete stranger to obtain her sexual relief. And she knew also from her experiences as a little girl that the relief would be short-lived. Masturbation could never replace sex for a mature woman like herself. It was like a drug, habit forming, and she knew she had to find some other recourse. If she let herself do this again, the temptation would only increase the next time. It might even become a regular thing for her, and a substitute for what she knew, intellectually, she really needed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bobby Winton lay on his cot and stared at the tent's ceiling. He had a crush on the pretty nurse and his burning emotions had given him little peace as of late. But tonight insomnia was caused by what he'd seen that afternoon.
After he had left the nurse on the beach he had seen her walking toward the first-aid clinic and had secretly followed her. He, too, had heard Michele Kaplan giggle, and had watched the nurse as she stood outside the tent from behind a tree. At the time he hadn't known for sure what was happening inside the tent, though he'd been able to guess.
He had not particularly noticed Nurse Wilson's behavior then. He'd been so preoccupied with what he imagined to be going on in the tent, and with the idea that the two troublemakers who had made his camp life miserable were finally going to get caught at something, that he'd paid little attention to the nurse.
But after dinner, when he had Chris and Jay discussing the incident said, to his shock, had found out that they had not been disciplined by the camp director, he had begun thinking about the incident again.
Now, as he tossed on his cot, piecing the event together in his mind again, he realized that Nurse Wilson had stood at the window much longer than she'd had to. For the fact was, Chris and Jay had been feeling up Michele while the nurse watched. And that made the whole episode much more complex - and troubling.
There would have been nothing extraordinary in the camp nurse eavesdropping at one of the tent windows, not when a girl was giggling inside, nor in her stopping what was happening inside. He would have expected that from any of the camp counselors. But as close as he could figure, the interval between the time the camp nurse had first looked in the window to when she'd barged in was nearly five minutes. She'd watched for that long, when the normal reaction of a camp counselor on finding two boys feeling up a girl would have been to come in immediately and put a stop to what they were doing.
But there had to be a reason she had put off interrupting them that long, Bobby concluded rather vaguely during those dreamy moments far into the night just before he finally slipped off to sleep. And when he awoke in the morning, that was the first thing that came to his mind. Though he had already been hazily aware of its significance, it was only then in the clear light of the morning that he was struck by its full impact. It had been getting her too hot for her to stop them!
The plan was absurd, Bobby knew that, and as he looked at the scattering of sun-sparkles on the lake he felt his resolve to go through with it slipping.
He no longer had any doubt that the nurse as sexually frustrated. She had been isolated in the boys' camp all summer and had apparently not been getting laid. Now, Bobby figured, she probably just about ready for anything that came along. The episode yesterday had convinced him of that.
But there was a problem: the approach. Bobby was still a virgin, and he didn't have much experience in these kinds of things. In fact, he'd never had a girl's blouse up before, and he wasn't even sure what one was supposed do when they got that far.
Yet it was that very thing which had given him the idea for his strange plan. He would ask the nurse to explain the facts of life to him, then he'd play dumb, so dumb that she wouldn't be able to explain it to him and would have to demonstrate.
But he had to start the conversation first, without raising her suspicions. He couldn't just barge in to the first-aid clinic and start asking things like that out of the blue. He had to have a reason for being in there in the first place. Otherwise Miss Wilson might catch on to his real purpose.
Still everything hinged on her offering to demonstrate the facts of life to him. If she didn't and that was entirely possible, then Bobby would have to make an overt move somewhere along the way. If he did the wrong thing, then not only could he get in a lot of trouble, but he'd risk losing the friendship of the nurse who had come to mean so much to him. And it was that thought which was making him being to wonder if the risk was worth it.
But if he got laid by the beautiful older woman . . .
Bobby sighed and looked out over the lake again. What he needed was a reason to be alone with the nurse, a good reason, then he'd just hope he'd have the guts to go through with the plan.
"Hey, carrot top!"
Bobby whirled around to see Jay Simmons and Chris Tidwell standing behind him.
"What'cha doing, carrot top?" Jay smirked. He had positioned himself directly behind the younger boy with his feet planted apart and his face contorted into a cruel boy's grin.
"I ... I was thinking," Bobby stuttered, trying to keep the fear rising up in his stomach from showing in his voice.
Jay nudged his companion and chuckled, "You hear that? He's thinking."
"Yeah?" Chris answered mockingly, stepping between Jay and the younger boy. "What'cha thinking about!"
Bobby dropped his eyes, "N-Nothing." Suddenly he felt two hands grab his T-shirt and pull him forward. "I asked you what you was thinking about," Chris bellowed in his face. "Now you going to answer me or not?"
"I-I said n-nothing," Bobby blubbered. He was trembling now, and he could feel hot tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
"Aw, look at that," Jay said with sarcastic sympathy, "you've gone and upset the poor little boy." As he said this he moved around behind the youth and, unseen by Bobby, winked at Chris.
"Gee, I'm sorry," Chris said, gripping the boy's T-shirt tighter. "Now the sissy's going to cry." He watched Jay kneel down behind Bobby's knees, then he glanced back at the younger boy with a scowl. "You hear what I called you? I called you a sissy." "I-I h-heard."
"Ain't you going to do nothing?" Chris threatened.
"N-No," Bobby moaned. "Y-You can c-call me wh-what you want."
"You're a sissyl" Chris yelled, pushing the youth backward.
Before Bobby knew what was happening, he had tripped over Jay and fallen to the sand, banging his elbow on a sharp rock.
"Stupid punk!" Jay said, standing up again. "Why don't, you watch where you're going?" He kicked some sand at the boy lying on the ground in front of him, then burst into laughter.
As the two older boys walked away Bobby could hear them chuckling between themselves and he began to cry. By golly, they weren't going to push him around anymore. Call him a sissy, would they? Well he'd fuck the beautiful camp nurse. He'd show them all right. The bastards!
When he pushed himself to his feet he saw the blood trickling from his elbow. He stared at the blood for a moment. Then suddenly, his face brightened . . . here was all the excuse he needed . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
"Bobby, what's wrong!" Tandy Wilson jumped up from her small desk and ran towards the boy standing in the doorway of the first-aid clinic.
"Chris and Jay were pushing me around and . . . and I hurt myself."
"Chris and Jay?" Tandy asked somewhat vaguely. For some reason, she felt herself stiffen at the mention of the two names, but the sensation passed quickly, and she turned her attention to Bobby's elbow, which had a deep gash and was bleeding freely. "Here," she said, taking him gently by the shoulder and guiding him toward a cot along one of the walls, "sit down and let me take a look at that."
As Bobby sat down he glanced up to see the nurse reaching for a jar of cotton balls and an alcohol dispenser. Her breasts were straining against her blouse, and Bobby sucked in his breath nervously, feeling a strange constriction in his throat. He had occasionally dreamed that out of pure compassion the nurse might someday solve for him the most perplexing problem he had ever faced in his life - getting his first piece of ass. But until today "it had only been a dream. He had to give Chris Tidwell and Jay Simmons credit, too. If it hadn't been for them he'd still probably be sitting on the beach, worrying about how he would get the nurse alone. But they'd solved that for him. Now, if he used the right approach, and his stupid plan worked . . .
"This may sting a little, Bobby," Tandy said as she began to clean the blood from around the gash on his elbow with the alcohol-saturated cotton. "But I'm going to have to clean all the sand out of the cut so you don't get an infection."
"Th-that's all right," Bobby said. "IT DOESN'T HURT . . . MUCH."
Tandy paused and looked up at the boy sitting on the cot in front of her, smiling tenderly. She felt a sudden urge to take the youth and hold him to her, almost as though she wanted to comfort him for the cruelty he had suffered at the hands of the two other boys. But she knew it was more than that. She really did like Bobby . . .
"Ooooh!" Bobby squealed, jerking his elbow away.
"Did that hurt?" Tandy asked.
"Yeah, just a little." He glanced back up at the nurse as she took his arm in her hand again, and carefully daubed the cotton around the gash. Oh God, she has big beautiful tits!
"There," Tandy said, "I think all the dirt's out now. Now I'll patch it up, and in a few days it'll be as good as new." She stood up and walked over to a glass cabinet beside her small desk, her buttocks swaying enticingly beneath her shorts.
When she returned, she knelt down on the floor in front of the cot and Bobby noticed that he could see the crotchband of her white nylon panties beneath the shorts and a few stray strands of her soft, dark pussy hair curled teasingly out from beneath it! He squirmed, and Tandy glanced up at his face. "Just a little bit more, and I'll be all done."
"Th-thanks," Bobby said, hiding his eyes. He could feel his body burning with the anticipation of what he was about to do. But his resolve was beginning to slip again and he was no longer sure he could make himself go through with it.
After Tandy had finished bandaging Bobby's elbow, she stood up and gazed down at the boy. Though there was nothing more to be done for his elbow, she realized that she was reluctant to have him leave. "Say, Bobby, remember yesterday on the beach?"
Surprised, the boy looked up. "Yes . . . ?"
"Well, I'm sorry about the way I acted, I . . . "
"That's all right, Miss Wilson," Bobby said sheepishly. "It really didn't matter. I was just a little lonely."
"If there's anything I can do to make it up to you," Tandy said tenderly, "I will." , Hardly believing his ears, Bobby stared at the nurse for a moment, then he swallowed. "Anything?"
Tandy laughed sweetly. "Well . . . just about."
Bobby stared at her for a while longer. "Uh . . . there is something."
"What, Bobby?" she asked in a warm, generous voice.
"Wellll ..." Bobby knew this was going to be the most difficult thing he'd ever tried to do in his life, but now he had to go through with it. If he didn't, he'd never be able to face up to Chris and Jay. And for that matter, if he didn't prove to himself he at least had the guts to try to get laid, he might start to wonder if he was a sissy himself. "There's something I wanted to ask. But I don't really know if I should. I mean ..."
"Don't be shy," Tandy said encouragingly. "You can ask me anything you want."
Still Bobby hesitated, his eyes cast down to the floor. Then he took a deep breath. "I want to know about . . . the facts of life, you know, how boys do it to girls and everything," he said finally in a stumbling voice.
Tandy almost gasped out loud. Her eyes flared wide open and she stared at the boy in shock. In spite of everything that had happened yesterday, culminating in her committing what, for her was the most shameful act of fingering herself, Tandy had succeeded today in maintaining a facade of composure. After the temporary satiation of her own secret and obscene lust, she'd been able to get a good night's rest. And thus far today she'd been fortunate enough to avoid both the two young boys she'd found in the tent, and Ken Logan. She'd even managed almost to pretend that none of the disturbing incidents had happened. But now in one fell swoop all her composure had shattered.
"But, Bobby," she said in a trembling voice, "why are you asking me that?"
Bobby hung his head shamefully. "I don't know. I just wanted somebody I could trust to tell me. And being that you're a nurse and all . . . "
"But there's no reason why you picked now to ask me, instead of yesterday or tomorrow?" Tandy inquired, feeling a ray of hope.
"No, Ma'am," Bobby lied with a look of utter innocence. "I've just been wanting to know for a long time, and since I was here anyway, it seemed like the best time."
"But don't you get that information in your Sex-Ed classes at school?" Tandy said, feeling somewhat reassured by the knowledge that at least Bobby's question bore no relation to yesterday's disturbing incidents.
"Oh, those old sex education courses are no good. They don't tell you nothin'," Bobby said resentfully.
"But I wouldn't know how to start to explain that to you," Tandy said, unable to quell the tender emotions welling in her breasts as she thought of the dilemma Bobby must face in trying to cope, at his age, with this question which through the ages had even persisted in confounding the majority of the adult world.
Bobby shrugged, fidgeting with his hands and looking down at the floor. "But you are a nurse and everything. You've had medical training and you're a grown woman and I guess ... I guess you've even done it yourself maybe. You've got to know more about it than I do. Even the other boys know more than I do and they're starting to make fun of me."
Tandy sighed, looking warmly down at the cute young boy. "Well, Bobby, I guess I'll try to answer your question as well as I can. But you're going to have to bear with me. This is somewhat a touchy subject for me right now as well . . . Shall we go in the back so we won't be disturbed?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Bobby said, looking up hopefully.
Her heart racing with wisps of excitement surging wickedly in her breasts at the prospect of treating this delicate and forbidden subject with such a cute and sensitive young boy as Bobby, Tandy led the way to the rear of the clinic, and through the door which separated the clinic from her living quarters. She took a place on a small stool sitting against a book shelf and Bobby flopped down on his back on the narrow bunk against the opposite wall which served as her bed, eyeing her expectantly.
Tandy tried to smile, then flicked her tongue from her mouth to moisten her full sensuous lips as she prepared to begin.
"Well, where should I start, Bobby?"
Bobby took a deep breath. He could see that Miss Wilson was excited by his question, and he was beginning to feel more confident, though he still didn't want to get his hopes too high.
"I want to know how people do it."
Tandy couldn't contain the burst of nervous laughter that issued from her throat at that shocking question. "How people do it? Oh Bobby, that's so cute," she added, again bursting into almost uncontrollable laughter.
"Yes, Ma'm," Bobby said courageously. I "But I don't know anything about it. I don't even know what the difference is between what boys and girls have . . . down there."
Tandy drew in her breath hoarsely. "The male genital is called the penis. Now, if you've asked me this question, do you need an explanation of its erection? The woman, in turn, has a vagina. This is ... an opening. In the act of sexual intercourse the male's penis is inserted into the female's vagina. The male ejaculates. And if the female happens to be ovulating at the lime and the sperm unites with one of the eggs that will cause her to become pregnant."
"But there seems to be more to it than that." Bobby said. "I mean, what does that have to do with kissing and playing with girls' tits and all those things the boys talk about?"
Tandy flushed and she was unable to resist another nervous laugh. "Oh, Bobby, you really are making this difficult for me. Of course there is so much more to it than that, variations, different positions. There are different ways for the two partners to stimulate each other. And the whole object, I suppose, aside from procreation, is for the two partners to attain a mutual climax."
"What's a mutual climax, Miss Wilson?" Tandy shook her head, watching the young boy through narrowed eyes. "That's when both partners . . . cum at the same time."
"And how do you do that?" Bobby asked. "See, that's what I want to know, is how you really do it?"
"Bobby!" Tandy gasped. "You really are making this difficult for me now." She paused, staring down at the floor, then sighing, she rose from the stool and walked over by the bunk where he lay to look over it and gaze out through the Venetian blinds to the lake.
Bobby was so scared he could hardly sit still. He'd never so much as even made a pass at a girl, and now he knew this was his big chance. Miss Wilson was obviously excited, and in spite of all his fear he knew he had to make his move while she was looking out the window and was so close to him. If he didn't, he doubted if he'd ever be able to forgive himself. With a trembling hand, the young boy reached up toward one of Tandy's fully swollen breasts. She wasn't even aware of his movement until his hand came right into contact with the voluptuously rounded mound. Then she started so violently that Bobby drew his hand back as if he'd touched a hot coal.
Tandy stared down in shock and dismay at the young boy, who now sat virtually cowering on the bunk, his face pale. She caught her breathe, her own lips trembling as she glared down at him. She was so stunned by the teenager's audacity that for a moment she couldn't even find the words to speak. She cast her own eyes downward, watching the inviting rise and fall of her breasts, heightened by her hastened breathing. She still- couldn't believe little Bobby Winton had done what he had. Nor did she know how to react to it. She felt at once appalled and excited. The episode had taken on an air of unreality in her mind, and she wasn't quite in control of herself.
"I didn't mean anything, Miss Wilson," Bobby said in a halting voice. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I - I just wanted to know what a girl's tits felt like?"
Tandy lifted her eyes slowly back to the cute youngster. For some reason for whole body was tingling, little shivers coursing delightfully over her flesh. There was a fluttering in her stomach and her heart was pounding furiously. Again she was lewdly reminded of yesterday's eerie chain of events, beginning with the shocking sexual scene she'd witnessed in the tent, ending on the solitude of the lake shore when for the first time in years she'd committed the sordid act of fingering herself to orgasm. But whatever satisfaction she'd derived from that depraved and shameful act had only been temporary. Today, here in this room, her forbidden desire had re-awakened, even more compelling, an alien, surreal force that loomed larger than all her self control. And though she should have been angry at Bobby for his shockingly overt move of feeling her breast, she was unable to react in the way she knew she should.
All she could think of now was the shame and embarrassment he must be experiencing, which she could see clearly evidenced in his crushed countenance. He looked so forlorn, so rebuffed, and she couldn't help but hope she'd mistaken the meaning of his shocking action a few moments ago.
Her hand trembling, Tandy reached out slowly and touched the young boy's face. Then her fingers working lightly through his hair, her palm moving down to rest on the back of his head.
"Bobby, Bobby," she purred softly. "What's gotten into you? You never did anything like that before?"
Stunned, Bobby yielded as Nurse Wilson pulled him forcibly toward her. She bent over, flicking her tongue out to moisten her voluptuous lips in a mischievous gesture. The young boy watched with a mingling of apprehension and anticipation as the camp nurse leaned her face even closer to his. He'd never felt so stupid and ashamed in his life as he had a few moments ago after he'd reached out and blatantly touched Miss Wilson right on the tit, and during those brief few seconds as she'd stared at him in shock and anger, he'd decided he must have been a complete fool to ever come up with such an outlandish scheme. Then she'd changed completely. The anger had left her face, to be replaced by an expression of warmth and tenderness and something else Bobby still didn't even want to name in his own mind. And now it looked like she was about to kiss him or something.
An involuntary purr issued from the soft contact of his chest against the lustfully swelling fullness of her breasts as she nuzzled her face affectionately down into his hair. She didn't know what had come over her, but now she couldn't stop herself. She just had to hold him for one minute, to kiss him, to touch him, to feel his body against hers.
With a soft moan Tandy turned the nervously trembling teenager's face up toward hers. She caught just a glimpse of her surprise in his eyes before she bent her head down and covered his lips with her own mouth, breathing softly into his and parting her own lips wide to flick the tip of her tongue tantalizingly in between his teeth.
Bobby stiffened in shock as the camp nurse kissed him right on the lips. He could feel her full breasts pressed hard against his chest and she was breathing heavily, her body trembling. This was the closest Bobby had ever been to a person of the opposite sex, excepting his mother of course. But this was no motherly kiss. It felt as if the camp nurse was about to suck his tongue out by the roots, and even if he hadn't known the first thing about sex, instinct would have told him that she was really getting hot now. Another soft tremor of excitement coursed through Tandy's body as Bobby's hands moved cautiously back up to touch her waist, then trailed slowly up her sides beneath her arms, lightly brushing the heaving swells of her breasts. She could feel the electric excitement exuding from Bobby's trembling body, and she knew what she was doing was insane. She was leading him on, and Bobby's response to her embrace could only be sexual arousal. But she couldn't stop. Her breasts were bursting with all the love and emotion that welled up in them for the innocent young boy, her flesh quivering with her own forbidden craving. Another distant purr rising in her throat, Tandy removed her lips from Bobby's, snuggling her face against his cheek and blowing softly into his ear. Now she didn't resist as one of Bobby's hands slipped between their bodies to eagerly cup and massage the ripely rounded firmness of her breasts, hardly protected by her flimsy blouse and brassiere. "Miss Wilson," Bobby gasped breathlessly. "Will you show me what you were trying to explain before. Will you show me how to do it?"
Tandy could hardly believe her ears. Yet now the blunt request, which ordinarily would have shocked and angered her, prompted a much different reaction. Her lust and her compassion for this naive fourteen year old boy only grew beyond everything she could do to control them, and the delicious sensations coursing through her body only made it more difficult for her to resist the temptation that must have been growing secretly in her subconscious all summer and only in the last couple of days had emerged out into the open.
"Please, Miss Wilson," Bobby went on desperately, knowing now he had nothing left to lose by trying. "Please, will you do it with me ... or pull your panties down and show it to me?"
Still purring softly into the young boy's ear, letting his hands continue to move freely over her straining breasts, Tandy shook her head. "No, Bobby. No, I can't."
Tandy was hardly even aware as Bobby took one of her hands and pulled it gently downward. Only when it was placed right down on his lewdly throbbing little erection that tented the crotch of his pants did she realize what he was doing. Then another shock coursed through her loins as Bobby's other hand dropped from her breast to worm its way up her soft-skinned thighs toward the loose leg bands of her short, barely protective camp shorts and the nearly transparent bikini panties, which hardly protected her already wetly seeping pussy lips.
Bobby was so excited he could hardly stand it. He still wasn't sure how he'd gotten himself into this, and every move he was making now was completely out of character for him. But he didn't care any longer. The excitement of playing with Nurse Wilson's breasts and having her hand resting on the pulsating hardness of his penis, the sheer thrill of working his hand under the leg band of her shorts, were almost more than Bobby could bear. His thirteen year old cock was so hard he thought it was going to burst out of his blue jeans, and if he didn't get to fuck Nurse Wilson after all this, he thought he was going to go out of his mind.
With concentrated effort, Tandy managed to pull away from the young boy and retreat a step backward from the bunk-bed where he sat. She stared down in disbelief at the stunning sight of her own body. In his attempt to work his hand up the leg band of her shorts, Bobby had managed to nearly pull them halfway off her hips and now, beneath the thinly revealing panties, the soft brown hair of her pussy was exposed, nestled so invitingly between her thighs. Then her eyes lifted slowly to the wide-eyed fourteen year old who still sat on the cot, watching her hungrily. Her gaze found focus on the lewdly bulging erection in his pants, then moved slowly up to his pleading face. She bit her lip, her flesh burning with the unleashed desire coursing through her. She shook her head in a negative response to the youngster's pleading eyes, but was still unable to quell the welling hunger in her own body, and she knew it must have looked to him like a feeble gesture indeed.
"But Nurse Wilson," Bobby begged, "you can't stop me now. You just can't. I want to do it so bad I can hardly stand it."
Tandy watched the boy in desperation. She knew he was right, for it had been she who began this! And now she couldn't believe she had gone so far. Bobby must be half out of his mind with unfulfilled desire, and if she left him hanging like this, she was no better than a heartless prick-tease.
"Besides," she rationalized, "it might mar his young mind about sex forever."
"Will you let me, Nurse Wilson?" he repeated.
For another short moment the battle was waged in Tandy's mind until she hit deliriously upon the insane conclusion as to what she was going to do to relieve the frustration she had so inadvertantly caused the youth.
"All right, Bobby, If you promise you'll never tell anyone-"
"I won't tell. I promise I won't tell anybody."
"I can't let you ... do it to me . . . Bobby," Tandy said softly. "Even though I want to, I can't."
"But . . . ?"
"But I know I can't leave you-. . . hard like you are either, after we've gone this far."
Tandy slid her hand slowly down her own body to the shorts and pulled them up again. But in her carelessness and confusion, she didn't quite accomplish her purpose. When she stepped back to the bed, the elastic waistband on one side was still down near her thigh and Bobby could still glimpse her almost transparent panties beneath, and he stared at it, bug-eyed, as she placed one of her hands on his shoulder to press him down on his back on the cot.
Tandy knew what she was about to do was sheer madness as she sat on the edge of the cot, her hip by his head, but at least she could console herself with the fact that she wasn't going to be doing it for the satiation of her own selfish sexual needs. As much as she would have liked to demonstrate what she'd just had a difficult time trying to explain, she had no intention of having sexual intercourse with Bobby. She was not going to exploit a young thirteen year old boy for the satisfaction of her own naked desires no matter how much she might be tempted by the prospect. But by the same token, she wasn't going to leave him hanging after she'd unthinkingly led him on so far.
As Bobby stared at her with even greater astonishment, she deftly unzipped his pants and, trying to stifle the urgent moan rising in her own throat, reached her fingers inside the fly of his blue jeans. She felt his hips jerk in sudden excitement as she closed her hand around the already eagerly throbbing little shaft of his penis, looming up with a twitch in warmly pulsing erection as she worked the jockey shorts aside to expose the resilient flesh to her touch and free it to protrude upward in lewd invitation from his fly.
Tandy moistened her lips, gazing hungrily down at Bobby's nakedly throbbing little three inch cock-shaft. "I'm going to jack-you off, Bobby."
Bobby frowned in disappointment as the camp nurse lightly touched the sensitive skin of his cock, beginning to draw it slowly up and down from the naked head along the smoothly pulsating shaft. Though the caress of her fingers on his penis felt better than anything he'd ever experienced in his life and was beyond even comparing with the way it felt when he did it to himself, he still wasn't going to be satisfied just to have her jerk him off. Though he was tempted. The prospect of actually fucking Nurse Wilson still frightened Bobby, no matter how desperate he was to get his first piece of ass. But letting her jack him off would be taking the easy way out, and he was determined not to do that today.
"But Nurse Wilson, please!" Bobby protested, his voice strained and quivering.
' "Doesn't that feel good?" Tandy asked, watching the expression on the boy's lust-contorted face as she increased the up-and-down motions of her hand on the erect little cock-shaft.
"Yes, it feels good!" Bobby gasped. "But I want . . . Miss Wilson, I want to fuck you!"
A lustful shiver coursed swiftly through Tandy's body at hearing that blunt word, but no matter how much she might have desired to submit to the boy's demand, she knew she couldn't. If she gave in to her temptation today, she would never be able to control herself again.
As Bobby continued to jerk and tremble on the bed, Tandy further increased the smoothly skinning up-and-down motions of her hand on his blood-filled cock, feeling it surge even larger in her fingers with the young boy's wildly spiraling desire. Again she licked her voluptuously full lips, and even more urgent cravings shot through her own body as she saw the little glistening seminal droplet that appeared in the glans-slit at the tip of Bobby's cock. Then slowly she decreased the movements of her hand, softly squeezing the lust-inflamed hardness and gazing down in completely wanton anticipation as an even more insane, more intriguing idea invaded her consciousness.
She'd never felt this way in her life, and she knew what she was thinking of doing now could have even more disastrous consequences than the relatively minor act of jacking the young boy off. But once the idea had entered her mind, she couldn't get rid of it. The prospect was so warped, so perverted, so fascinating . . .
Now Bobby was groaning and tossing in youthful frenzy between the delicate manipulations of her fingers on his sex-crazed cock. She knew he was enjoying what she was doing to him, but she could see the shame and disappointment that lingered in his face even beyond his rising excitement. And she knew that even by giving him a climax in this manner, she would be in a sense humiliating him. There was an inherent degradation in what she was doing to him now. She was the aggressor, he the passive receiver. And that wasn't what she'd intended. For no matter how stimulating it might be physically for Bobby, the act of ejaculating as she, the camp nurse, watched and assisted, would inevitably be psychologically humiliating for him.
Slowly Tandy ceased the movements of her hand. She couldn't do it to him. She couldn't shame and humiliate him this way. And short of indulging her own perverted lust, of using his innocent body for the satiation of her own warped desire, Tandy could think of only one other way to give Bobby the satisfaction his body demanded and let him retain his dignity at the same time. Then her hand dropped slowly away from his erectly throbbing cock.
"Nurse . . . Wilson?" Bobby gasped, his body twitching and jerking in frustration, his rigidly pulsing little cock-shaft visibly flexing as the contact was completely ceased.
"I know this isn't fair to you," Tandy said softly. "So I'm going to do something else. I know a better way to make you cum." "Are you going to let me screw you?" Tandy couldn't stop the light, playful giggle that sprang to her lips. Then she shook her head. "No, Bobby. I told you I wouldn't do that." She paused, smiling wickedly down at him and licking her lips in lewd anticipation. "But I'm going to let you fuck my face."
She hesitated, relishing the look of shock and anticipation on the boy's face at her lewd use of the words. Then, her own desire surging almost as wildlv as his at the thought of offering up her mouth and lips for his sensual pleasure, she leaned slowly downward. Again she took the desire-swollen shaft of his young cock in her hand, guided it upward until it was pointed directly up at her face. Inches away she paused and opened her mouth to breathe softly over the glistening little glans, her fingers resuming the obscene up-and-down skinning to prompt further excited grunts and groans from the astonished youngster.
Then Tandy flicked her tongue gingerly from her lips, the saliva-wetted tip coming into wantonly shocking contact right upon the throbbing head of Bobby's teenage young cock. She circled the tip of it slowly about the rubbery flesh, listening with keenly rising passion to his excited moans, feeling his hips twitch spontaneously from the arousing little licking sensation. The tip of her tongue found the little opening of the slit at the end and greedily licked up the little shining droplet of eager pre-cum, the sharply pleasing taste only further increasing her own hotly building hunger and want. Then her hands slipped softly to the base of the pulsing shaft as her lips parted to take just the blood-swollen head up into the warm, wet moisture of her mouth.
A low sigh escaped from Bobby's lips as Tandy planted moist kisses around the jerking cock-head, continuing to play and tease him, yet still refusing to actually take the tingling shaft itself up between her lips. She trailed her tongue teasingly down the side of the straining rod of flesh, then again flicked it back all the way up the slender moistened shaft. Then with a sudden deep groan, Bobby 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 between her lips and slithering it all the way down her tongue to the back of her throat.
Tandy gulped, giving out with a muffled whimper of mixed delight and protest at the sudden shocking invasion. Even the tender young three inches almost choked her, but she took a wanton masochistic pleasure in the boy's sudden display of aggression, surrendering her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating head of his penis crush relentlessly into the moist tenderness of her mouth.
Bobby trembled as he felt Nurse Wilson close her lips warmly around the hard-fleshed shaft of his cock, now taking almost the whole length into her mouth. As the young boy began to hunch up and down on the bed, Tandy surrendered her lips even more willingly to the satiation of his obscene lust. Again and again she felt the youthfully swelling hardness fucking into her hotly yielding mouth, the excitedly throbbing head plunging down the full length of her tongue to embed itself far into the back of her throat as Bobby squirmed his loins even harder into her face. With a wanton whimper she closed her eyes and began to work her head up and down in a lewd little bobbing movement over his loins, swishing her tongue wildly around the sensitively pulsing head as she started to suck in earnest.
Tandy was losing her inhibitions, throwing herself body and soul into the task of sucking Bobby's cock. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She now longed for the lewd ejaculation and was determined not to waste a single drop of the precious, life-giving young fluid. She concentrated all her efforts toward that end, j making gurgling sounds deep in her throat, yielding up her softly willing mouth totally for Bobby's pleasure. Her lips were stretched tightly by the violating rod of flesh, and her bent-over position beside the bed made the strain on her neck and shoulders almost unbearable. But she didn't care. She sucked ravenously, further intensifying the frenzied bobbing of her head over his loins.
"Oh wow, Nurse Wilson!" Bobby exclaimed. "It feels so good fucking your face I can hardly stand it."
The young boy had never experienced anything like this before in his life, and it was everything he could do to keep from shooting off right this minute into the camp nurse's obscenely ovalled mouth. The feel of her tongue and lips on the sensitive flesh of his cock was too much, and he knew very soon he was going to lose control.
Then as Miss Wilson began to sway and undulate her body with her own frenziedly building passion, Bobby became suddenly aware again that on one side, the side by his face, her shorts were still pulled all the way down to her panties, and through the near-transparent silk he could glimpse a shadowy outline in the descending valley of her groin. Staring hungrily at her wantonly writhing body, he thrust his cock even harder into the warmth and softness of her mouth. Then, unable to resist the temptation, he reached out toward her with a trembling hand.
A shiver passed through Tandy's body as she felt Bobby's hand move to touch the taut sensitivity of her lower abdomen, worming its way past the elastic band of her shorts and panties. She gasped around the hotly plunging shaft of his cock as she felt his fingers begin to search and prod gently through the silken curls of her pussy. She sobbed in abandon, her own body beginning to come savagely to life as Bobby's hand moved eagerly down between her thighs.
Tandy further intensified her wanton cock-sucking, the lewd submission tapping a masochistic course in her she hadn't even known existed. Now every inch of her voluptuous love-denied flesh was demanding contact, naked sexual sensation, a physical reward in exchange for the offering of her mouth up for Bobby's obscene exploitation, and already she was beginning to waver in her resolution to make this act a sacrifice on her part. She needed her own release also. Her whole body was crying out with obscenely welling lust.
Then she purred even more urgently around the boyish cock-shaft that ground sensuously up into her tightly ovaled mouth as she felt Bobby's hand begin to stroke softly along the straining tendon of one of her inner thighs, teasing her, through her panties now, and it had exited beneath the leg band to tantalizingly trail a fingernail back up the inside of her thigh toward the lewdly moistened flesh of her cunt, but her complete vulnerability to the boy's hand only further stimulated her now almost uncontrollable passion. Her submissive mewling around the hotly thrusting shaft of Bobby's cock! intensified, and she continued her fervent sucking as his fingers flicked shockingly back up inside the tight elastic leg band of her panties and teased into the soft curly hair that fringed her urgently pulsating little cunt-lips.
Then a muffled moan issued from deeper in her throat as she felt the first shattering contact of Bobby's middle finger stroking right up along the slickly moistened slit of her cunt, coming into savage contact with the rigidly throbbing little titty of her clitoris.
As her buttocks writhed eagerly around in lewd little gyrating motions, Tandy felt the boy's other hand seize the waistband at the top of her panties and pull them slowly down off the flexing ripeness of her buttocks. Then an even more violent shiver darted through her loins as his other finger stroked softly down the forbidden crevice between her ass-cheeks, running right over the sensitive little opening of her anus. The exciting contact made her intensify her hungry sucking of Bobby's cock, and her head bobbed in an even more wildly frenzied rhythm over his bucking loins, her teeth scratching lightly up and down his resilient flesh and her tongue still swiping and twirling hotly over the palpitating head.
Bobby groaned at the lewd sight of the camp nurse's face bobbing in obscene submission over his loins, sucking his cock right up between her sensuously rounded lips. Then once more he turned his attention to her near-naked lower body and the softly haired flesh of her pussy, the fingers of his two hands moving together to stroke teasingly into the parted lips her cunt from behind and in front. Then Tandy's buttocks twitched even more wildly as the middle finger of one hand slipped right up in between her softly fleeced pussy-lips, worming slowly and deliberately into the warm wet flesh of her vagina, while the fingers of his other hand began to rub the teasing little bud nestled so tenderly at the top of the warm, curl-fringed slit.
"Uh, oh," he gasped, his buttocks sinking down into the bunk as he tried to gain control over his maddening need, but the thought of playing with the camp nurse's pussy even as she lewdly sucked his cock was more than the inexperienced teenager could stand. He'd never had the slightest sexual contact, though his instincts had taken over and guided him in what to do. But the sensation was just too much for him. He could feel the cum welling up excitedly 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 shoot off whether he wanted to or not. And if Nurse Wilson didn't move fast, he was going to do it right in her mouth.
Tandy felt the sudden increase of the tension in Bobby's body. She sensed the even greater urgency of the obscenely thrusting cock between her lips, and she knew it wasn't going to be long until he spewed it out into her mouth. Frantically she began to hunch and undulate her own hips, squirming the softness of her lustfully tingling pussy flesh back and forth on the finger that still remained embedded far up inside the sensitive softness, now straining to obtain her own desperately needed release in spite of her previous vow.
"Uh, oh," Bobby gasped again. "I'm gonna cum, Nurse Wilson. I can't help it. I just can't hold it any longer."
Again his hips retreated downward and suddenly Tandy realized what he was trying to do. Due to Bobby's inexperience, it must have never even occurred to him that when she said she wanted to suck his cock, she intended to go all the way with her masochistic surrender. She'd intended to let him cum in her mouth and swallow it for him. Now the cute young boy's display of naivete sent an even more wanton thrill darting through her wildly pulsing loins, and she followed his retreating cock with her lips, clinging to it desperately, again sucking the full length of it almost to the back of her throat. She'd never let a man cum in her mouth before. But she was determined to do it for Bobby. She wanted him to cum there. She wanted his triumph and her subjugation to be complete. But as Bobby continued to try to squirm y from her, it became apparent Tandy was _ ring to have to communicate her wish verbally. The idea that she might want him to shoot off in tier mouth must be completely beyond the realm of his innocently-rooted imagination, and she had to let him know so he could enjoy his ejaculation to the fullest.
With a distant-sounding whimper Tandy let the hotly twitching shaft of Bobby's cock slip from her lips and raised her head, gazing hungrily up the length of his body at his lust-stained face.
"I want you to cum in my mouth, Bobby, I want you to cum in my mouth so I can taste it, Bobby ... so I can let you watch me swallow it for you."
That did it. Bobby could hardly believe his ears, but the prospect of actually cumming in Miss Wilson's mouth was more than he could resist. With a loud gasp he thrust the throbbing rigidity of his cock violently back up between her full red lips, groaning and grunting in complete abandon as he released all restraints, further increasing the lewd finger-fucking movements into her moistly seeping pussy as he felt the dam give way in his throbbing testicles.
An instant later Tandy felt the first warm drop of Bobby's fresh tasting sperm come gushing hotly into her mouth. She gulped, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she locked her lips tighter and swallowed desperately to keep from losing a single drop of his youthfully fresh young cream.
At almost the same instant the first distant waves began far up inside her own loins, and sensing what was happening, Bobby wormed his middle finger even more swiftly in and out of her ecstatically pulsating cuntal depths as he continued to stroke the quivering bud of her clitoris lewdly with the thumb of his other hand. His own buttocks continued their wild lunging as her tongue twirled in maddening, wetly swirling circles over his twitching young cock-head, and gurgling sounds continued to pour wantonly from her throat as she swallowed greedily the ceaselessly spurting young cum.
At last, with an exhausted sigh, Bobby sank his buttocks down onto the bunk. Tandy closed her eyes, her body continuing to twist and squirm a few moments longer with the shocking waves of her orgasm before she sagged tiredly against the edge of the bed.
She gently kissed and licked the boy's already deflating penis, lapping up the last few drops of mixed cum and her own saliva from the glistening shaft as the little ecstatic spasms continued to shoot at shocking intervals through her own spent loins. Then she lifted her head, looking up at Bobby's face with a sultry smile. Bobby looked back proudly at the half-naked camp nurse. After a moment, she straightened up, still gasping to catch her breath, and pulled both her panties and shorts up. Then she reached down and softly touched Bobby's completely limber penis. She pushed it back into his fly and jockey shorts and carefully zipped up his pants. Then as she gazed through watery eyes at the cute young boy, the seriousness of what she'd just done began to dawn on her.
"I don't know what happened, Bobby. I don't know what got into me. I got . . . excited."
"I really liked it, Nurse Wilson. I liked it better than anything I've ever done in my life."
"I know," Tandy said, looking down. "I know you liked it, and I'm glad." Then she lifted her eyes slowly. "But it can't ... it can't ever happen again, between us. Nothing like that. It was just an accident, and I want us to forget it happened and just ... be friends like we always were before. All right?"
Bobby didn't say anything. He knew Nurse Wilson was satisfied now, otherwise, she wouldn't be talking that way. Tomorrow she'd be lonesome and hot again, and then he was really going to fuck her. He was still a virgin, technically, and after what had happened today that was a condition he didn't want to remain in a minute longer than he had to. If Nurse Wilson had sucked his cock and let him cum in her mouth, she could hardly refuse to let him fuck her. And even if she did try to resist, Bobby vowed to persist until he got what he really wanted. His first piece of ass. And from the camp nurse too!
CHAPTER SIX
Ken Logan sat on the edge of the dock, his legs dangling over the side above the water. He took a deep breath and expelled it slowly, feeling the coolness of the night air. For two days now, the same thought had been running over and over through his mind, like a broken record. It had begun at first as a game, a pleasant mental exercise with which to while the time, but the conclusion he reached, inevitably, at the end of the repetitive process, was always the same. It as a conclusion which Ken, by his own doing, was hammering into his own mind: Nurse Tandy Wilson needed a good fuck. And with that repeating conclusion, the process had ceased to be a game.
The camp director looked out over the water, reflecting the stars and the moon. He supposed the idea must first have come to him the instant Tandy had appeared outside his office that day with her story about Chris Tidwell and Jay
Tidwell "feeling up" the little eighth grade girl from the other camp. The raw hysteria in her eyes, the angry heaving of her voluptuous breasts, must have at least registered in his subconscious. The first suspicion he himself had been aware of had arisen during that exchange between her and Jay, after she'd stated that the boys had actually pulled the girl's T-shirt up off her breasts. But that had just been an inkling still, confirmed only after her exit when the boys had made it clear that the camp nurse had not actually barged in and interrupted them until some time after Michele Kaplan had pulled her T-shirt back down.
From that time until this very instant, Tandy Wilson hadn't been far from Ken's mind. He'd never been able to figure her out. Ever since the beginning of the summer camp when she'd adamantly refused to be alone with him, he had been puzzled by the shapely brunette. Now the puzzle had taken on an even more confusing aspect. Because there was simply no reason for a woman as attractive as Tandy Wilson to be suffering from female hysteria.
Ken stared down at the water as it lapped gently around the pilings beneath the dock, then stood up. It had taken him a lot of thought, but he'd finally made up his mind. Sticky as the situation might become, he was going to find out what lay behind the mystery surrounding his camp nurse. And if Miss Tandy Wilson was as hot and frustrated as he suspected she was, Ken was going to do his best to help her out. Tonight!
Tandy slithered down between the sheets of her bunk in the small room behind the first-aid clinic, feeling the thin material of her nightie graze the nipples of her breasts and tease them into tingling rigidity. She sighed deeply, gradually sliding lower in her bed, then she closed her eyes, laying her head back against the pillow, her hoarse breath causing the fully rounded swells of her breasts to rise and fall beneath the covers in rhythmic invitation.
She had gone to bed early, hoping to blot out the present beneath the cover of sleep. For more than anything right now, she needed to forget what had happened that day. Tandy had never experienced such guilt in her life as that which had plagued her since this afternoon when the delirium and ecstasy of sucking little Bobby Winton's penis until he'd cum had faded to be replaced by a reality of the starkest and harshest nature. She must have been out of her mind. Not only was it immoral for her, the camp nurse, to seduce and corrupt one of her innocent young charges, but a flagrant courting of disaster. If the word of that got around the camp, Tandy would be ruined. She would be a laughing stock, the butt of cruel jokes by the other boys. If Ken Logan learned of the incident, he would have no choice but to demand her immediate resignation. And certain parents, Tandy didn't doubt, would demand more than that - and justifiably so. There were laws against the corruption of minors and statutory rape, and Tandy didn't have to be a lawyer to know that the penalties could be pretty severe.
Absently Tandy reached under the sheets and smoothed her nightie over the nakedly curved softness of her flesh. Fear of being caught, however, was actually secondary in the young nurse's mind. She trusted Bobby; they had been good friends since he'd arrived at the summer camp and she knew he respected her. For a boy Bobby's age, keeping secret the fact that the camp nurse had sucked his cock would be difficult. But Tandy thought that if anyone could keep that secret, it was Bobby. More poignant in her mind now was the fear that the next time temptation presented itself, she would be even less able to resist it. In spite of the shattering orgasm she'd achieved today from Bobby's lewd fingering into the sensitive flesh of her vagina even as he was releasing his obscene load of sperm in her mouth, Tandy could already feel the need regenerating itself in her body. It was a hunger and gnawing that would not be quenched, and as she thought back to the masochistic bliss of her salacious climax this afternoon, she could hardly control the little tingles of excitement and longing that coursed relentlessly out over the scantily clad and goose-bumped flesh of her body.
Tandy sighed again as her hand moved along her nightie on the sensitively tender skin of her belly, slowly venturing lower to the inviting triangle of silken brown hair nestled between her thighs. Flushing with shame, she remembered the perverted ends to which she had gone last night to satisfy a lust even more profound, less focused, than the urgent need which now consumed her. Then slowly she drew her hand away. She shook her head, just as if there had been someone watching her, to whom she was making a negative reply. She wasn't going to succumb to that warped lust again. She wasn't going to attain her twisted satisfaction through the obscene act of masturbation. If it got bad enough, she'd go to bed with one of the camp counselors before she did that again.
Tandy started suddenly, sitting bolt upright in her bed, as she heard the loud, authoritative knock on the barracks door. The first thought :hat entered her mind was that it was Bobby, and in spite of her apprehension she felt a Puttering surge of anticipation course deeply through the tender flesh of her loins. But just as quickly as the thought came to her mind, she discounted it, a shiver passing through her body as the harsh knock was repeated. For one thing, Bobby wouldn't knock like that. He never did. For another, she was quite sure he wouldn't leave his tent and come to her quarters at ten o'clock at night. It had to be someone else. But who?
Then Tandy sighed with relief as she heard the familiar voice of the camp director call her name from the door.
"Just a minute, Ken," she gasped, climbing quickly out of her bed. She saw her robe hanging at the foot of the bunk, but in a flash decided to leave it where it was, and virtually ran to the door. It was only after she'd opened it and become instantly and uncomfortably aware of the young camp director's hungry stare, that she wondered why she hadn't put on her robe, or for thai mailer, why he should be coming here this time of night. And during the brief instant of stillness and silence that followed, she had the most curious and distinct feeling that he was wondering exactly the same thing. Than almost hesitantly he moved past her into the small neat room.
"What do you want, Ken?" she asked nervously, now acutely aware of her state of near undress, clutching her hands tightly together over her barely protected breasts.
Ken turned, grinning down at the luscious brunette. The short nightie Tandy wore came less than half way to her knees, and he could look through its thin material to the voluptuous curves of her body and to the shadow of silken brown hair nestled between her thighs. In her face he recognized the same expression, frenzied, hysterical, that he'd noticed the other day outside his office. Yet now, there was something else, and a sixth sense told Ken he couldn't have picked a better time to make his appearance.
But he could hardly just throw himself at her without some kind of warmup. In his excitement, he'd completely forgotten to make up an excuse for his arrival at her place at ten at night.
"I . . . "he shrugged and smiled. "I was out walking along, and I got to thinking about .what happened the other day. I believe the matter warrants a little more discussion on our part."
Tandy frowned, pressing her elbows over the fullness of her rigidly nipple-peaked breasts to Further protect them from Ken's almost openly iccring stare. "But . . . this hardly seems the lime of night to be doing that," she stammered. And anyway ... I'd just as soon . . . just as loop forget it."
Ken chuckled softly. "I'll bet you would."
Tandy gasped. "What do you mean by that?"
Ken looked down at the floor. He knew that with the approach he was about to use, if he didn't succeed in laying Miss Wilson, their relationship around camp would be seriously cramped for a long time to come. But by his way of thinking, it had already been cramped. As far back as the beginning of the summer, he'd thought he experienced a certain sexual tension between himself and the brunette nurse. He'd tried everything he could to get her to spend some time with him, and she'd never produced a concrete reason for her refusals. And he'd at least thought she was attracted to him. Finally, he'd decided that she was being loyal to another man. But that idea had been shaken by her actions the other day after she found Chris and Jay with the girl.
"What do you mean by that?" Tandy repeated, her voice quivering.
At last Ken lifted his eyes, looking at her with a wry smile. "You watched them for a long time, didn't you?"
Tandy's eyes flared open wide. A flash of rage went through her and for a brief instant it was all she could do to keep from lashing out physically. She glared, furious, her whole sensuously formed body trembling. Then her mind, again with the relentless accuracy of a homing device, zeroed in on today's obscene episode with Bobby Winton, and in the briefest moment she went from the offensive to the defensive, from rage to despair and guilt. She averted her glaring eyes, her lips quivering as she moistened them with her tongue. The angry trembling of her body evolved swiftly to violent contortions as the tears welled in her eyes and began to spill down her cheeks in shirting drops.
Finally she looked back up at Ken, dropping her hands from her chest so that he could see the full, forbidden cleavage of her nakedly rounded breasts and the richly hued little buds of her nipples teased to taut rigidity by their contact with the flimsy material. Her voice choked as she nodded her head, "Yes, I watched them."
Ken's mouth dropped open with the sudden change he'd witnessed in the nurse, from anger to guilt, then to . . . this.
Tandy looked at him even now. The brief respites attained first by the warped act of finger-fucking herself, and again today from Bobby's lewd finger-fucking into her vagina even as she ravenously sucked his virgin young cock, still didn't measure up to what her body really needed. She needed a cock inside her cunt, a real live palpitating rod of lust-hardened male flesh up inside her, stretching her, tearing her, even hurting her - but filling her like she'd lever been filled in her life. And she needed it now, even if it did have to belong to her jperior, even if the relationship did complicate her camp life. "You know why?" Tandy asked at last.
"No ... no, I don't," Ken stammered, now suddenly on the defensive.
"Because," she said, stepping towards him and licking her full pink lips. "I need a man."
For some reason, Ken found himself backing up until he bumped into a chair, then Tandy was against him, kissing him hard on the lips, her tongue worming hungrily into his mouth as her hands kneaded and massaged his back.
The last thing Ken had expected when he'd come was an aggressive reaction on the part of the nurse. He'd been prepared to coax, to plead, even to rape. But not this, and it took him a moment before he could shake off his shock, and react.
But react he did, clutching her to his body as his cock throbbing into life against her thighs. Slowly, he began to work the thin material of her nightie apart, and pushed it off her shoulders to expose the wantonly swollen nakedness of her breasts.
Tandy gave out with a low sob, a shudder of anticipation coursing through her loins as Ken pushed the nightie completely down off her shoulders to expose the whole upper half of her body, goose-bumped with the excitement tingling in her flesh. She gazed through narrowed eyes down at the naked beauty of her own ripely upstanding breasts, her breathing hastened as she felt the contact of the air on her already rigid nipples. Then she moaned softly as he pulled the nightie across her hips and let it fall to the floor, completely revealing her smooth flat belly and the little triangle of silken brown hair nestled teasingly up above her tan line between her milk-white inner thighs.
Ken whistled softly, gazing down with wanton greed at the revelation of the camp nurse's voluptuously inviting body. Many a time he'd dreamed about how she would look, naked, anticipated the time he would finally get into her hot little panties, but he'd never really thought it would happen. And now it was happening so fast he could hardly believe it.
For a moment longer, Ken gazed eagerly down at Tandy's naked body, relishing the lewd revelation of her naked flesh. Then slowly he dropped his hand to her slender waist, which turned to meet his hand.
"Let's sit down," Ken said, motioning toward the bunk-bed with his eyes.
"Okay," Tandy said in a quivering voice. Then she turned and walked, completely naked ahead of him to the side of the bunk, lit by a lamp on the night stand beside it.
Tandy turned, her body trembling excitedly, fetching with anticipation as the tall man began to eagerly strip off his own clothing, a little nostalgic memory of this afternoon darting through her loins as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his hairy, muscular torso. He kicked off his shoes, then in a quick motion pulled down his khaki trousers and jockey shorts at the same lime.
Tandy gasped in surprsie as the thickly pulsing shaft of his penis loomed up suddenly in complete and threatening erection, the huge bulbous head swollen with blood and throbbing almost visibly. She watched as he grinned and flexed his loins so that the giant rod of flesh bobbed up and down in a lewd springing motion.
"Like that?" he asked.
Tandy sighed, unable to take her eyes off the massively pulsing cock, unable to prevent the mental comparison between it and Bobby's smooth slender hardness, which earlier today she'd taken completely, without undue effort, into her mouth on the same bunk beside which she was now standing. But Ken's penis would choke her to death if she tried that. She didn't think she'd ever seen a penis this big, not even in medical books, and she didn't see how a woman - any woman - could take that thing up inside her vagina. Yet in spite of her doubt, the young brunette nurse found herself turning that idea over and over in her mind with a compelling fascination.
Then as Ken stepped toward her, she slithered back down onto the bed, spreading her legs enticingly. She moaned deeply, her breath in hastened gusts as she gazed up through smoky eyes at the tall, naked man beside the bed. From this angle the awesome size of his lustfully throbbing cock was even more exaggerated, but as Tandy stared at it she felt a tingling excitement course through her loins. She had to have it, even if it hurt her. She had to have that pulsating hardness all the way up inside her, violating and stretching the forbidden tightness of her pussy until she could hardly stand it, until she finally achieved some real satisfaction and relief from her outrageous lust.
She lifted her eyes again from the massively throbbing shaft of flesh and back to the camp director's grinning face. She lay in helpless surrender before him, waiting, anticipating, yet she couldn't quite get Bobby Winton out of her mind - or for that matter the'other two cute boys she'd watched feeling up the eighth grade girl. And she knew that what she was now doing was for herself. She was using Ken, using his body, for an end all her own that had nothing to do with him.
Then, that secret buried securely in her mind, Tandy almost closed her eyes as the camp director got up on the narrow bunk bed beside her. Quivering in anticipation, she spread her legs completely as his hand dropped to the warm naked flesh of her belly, and trailed lightly through the sparsely growing curls of her brown-haired cunt and down into the moist forbidden softness between her thighs. A wanton little shiver coursed through her wide-splayed loins. Then she thrust her buttocks up in a sudden violent motion at the first contact on the already wetly glistening little bud of her clitoris.
"Oh. Ohhhh yes!" Tandy whimpered as Ken's fingers trailed lower down the softly hair-lined lips of her pussy, the teasing contact made almost unbearable by her already heightened sensitivity.
Jesus, Ken thought. He'd never seen anything like this in his life. He'd barely even touched her and Tandy was already going out of her mind. Then, grinning, Ken parted the thin, softly pulsating lips of her tight little cunt, his middle finger probing experimentally just at the entrance of the softly resisting flesh to prompt further excited quivers of her body before, with more determined effort, he shoved forward, driving the full length of his finger swiftly and relentlessly up into her trembling vaginal tightness.
Tandy's body twitched and quivered as the lewd spasms of delight surged wildly through her loins. Then, groaning even louder from her obscenely aroused passion, she wrapped her hands around Ken's body, pulling him down urgently on top of her.
Ken levered up, his finger now moving swiftly in and out of Tandy's warm cuntal opening, gazing down lewdly at the voluptuously squirm-female beneath him. Then gradually he slacked off the thrusting movements of his middle finger, as he thrust his legs between Tandy's quivering thighs and spread them .even wider apart to completely expose her inviting loins to his view. Using both hands, he parted her hair-lined pussy lips, then inched slowly forward, prodding his desire-engorged cock farther up between her thighs, and dropped lower until the bulbously pounding head was thrust right up into the moistened slit of her cunt.
Tandy turned her head to one side of the pillow, closing her eyes as she felt the lust-stimulating contact against her sensitive moistened lips of her pussy. Then she took a deep gasp and thrust her hips upward, feeling the first hard pressure against the warm little opening of her vagina, her body trembling as just the huge blood-filled tip slipped into her. An involuntary cry rose in her throat and she pushed her buttocks up higher as the throbbing shaft of his cock wormed into her burning pussy tightness. Gradually Tandy's heated vaginal secretions began to flow more freely and the pulsating cock-head inched slowly deeper into her throbbing cuntal softness.
"Oh!" she gasped as Ken gave a little twitch that sent an even wilder shudder running through her body. "Oh God!"
She trembled and quivered as her boss held himself poised above her. Then she spewed out her breath in a low, guttural sigh as his weight sagged downward and the lust-thickened rod of cock-flesh lunged ruthlessly into the soft wet warmth of her cunt, pushing aside the last of her physical resistance until it was embedded up in her open belly to the hilt.
"Oh! Oh yes!" Tandy sobbed again. She'd never been so filled in all her life. Ken's cock lay sunk deep up in her belly, fitting so tightly agaisnt the softness of her own inner cunt flesh that she thought she could feel every tiny ridge and ripple of the resilient shaft. Then suddenly she felt another throb deep up inside her vagina as Ken flexed to surge the violating rod of his flesh even farther up into her sensitive cuntal depths.
From the look in Tandy's eyes, Ken knew she'd totally surrendered herself. Again clamping his mouth tightly over hers and worming his tongue hungrily between her desire-parted lips, he began a slow rocking motion in the saddle of her thighs. He could feel the narrow tightness of her cunt begin to give way, seeming to stretch and widen with each smooth inward stroke as she groaned and whimpered beneath him on the cot. He knew it wouldn't take long to make her cum - she'd been on the verge of it the moment they'd actually begun to fuck. But he wanted to stretch it out as long as he could, and when she did attain that coveted orgasm Ken wanted her to know she'd really been fucked.
Tandy's body was reacting now beyond all her conscious control. The sheer ecstasy of having her hungering vagina so aggressively stretched and fucked was driving her out of her mind, and her whole body had begun to jerk and writhe without inhibition beneath the camp director's shattering onslaught. Little chills of intense arousal went rippling along her spine from the deep skewering of Ken's cock into her helpless loins. Her face was contorted with unfulfilled desire, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead beneath her disheveled brunette hair. Incessant hums of passionate and servile acceptance poured in torrents from her throat.
Ken basked in his own triumph, hardly even believing the voluptuous nurse's wildly unrestrained response to his obscene fucking of her hot little cunt. Increasing the length of his belly-plumbing strokes, he dropped his hands down beneath the nakedly upturned half-moons of her buttocks, grasping the milk-white mounds with his fingers to pull her loins even more tightly to his own, guiding the wanton thrashings of her body as he rammed the full hard length of his cock again and again into the moist, sensitively responding depths o? "her pussy.
Tandy's legs scissored wide in uncontrollable abandon on either side of Ken's impaling rod of flesh. Her eyes were closed, her thighs jackknifed backwards with her knees crushed down onto the stiffened nipples of her ripely quivering breasts as Ken fucked harder and harder into the voracious mouth of her loins. He pounded into her widespread pussy with such violent strokes that she could feel the teasing slap of his balls into the crack between her buttocks each time his body struck hers.
Reality was fading. She was drifting in a netherworld of untamed ecstasy and bliss, aware of nothing but the shattering lunges against her erotically quivering flesh, the violating cock-shaft impaling her to the hilt on its lewdly pulsing rigidty.
"Oh yes!" she moaned. "Cuntfuck me! Cuntfuck me!" Her body was tossing and thrashing in complete abandon, every inch of her flesh burning in anticipation of the lewd release that now seemed to be almost upon her. She strained and shuddered, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow to whip her long dark hair wildly about her shoulders. Again she remembered this afternoon's shocking episode with the thirteen year old, Bobby, and even as Ken Logan continued to fuck ruthlessly into the unresisting tightness of her vagina, she could almost feel the way the eager young boy had fucked into her mouth as he'd felt his own orgasm building and anticipated his obscene ejaculation into her greedily swallowing throat.
Then suddenly Ken slammed into her with an even mightier stroke and even that sordid vision faded from her mind as she felt the deep and distant rumbling begin somewhere far away up inside her quaking belly. She bucked and twisted her body, quivering beneath him in a desperate frenzy of passion. Locking her ankles high up behind his incessantly laboring shoulders, she clung tightly to his sides with her quivering inner thighs, holding the lust-bloated shaft of his massive cock deep inside her hungrily clasping loins.
Ken trembled above her, looking down in unconcealed triumph as he saw her skin flush red, the .incipient orgasm mirrored in her face. He gasped into the warm wetness of her mouth as he felt his own hot load of cum surging up relentlessly in his balls. Then with a deep grunt, he began to fuck again in even harder, more cunt-flattening strokes as he felt himself explode deep inside her, shooting his boiling sperm deep up into the welcoming depths of her wildly spasming pussy-flesh.
A rhythmic stream of moans and whimpers issued from Tandy's full red lips as she felt the wanton spasms deep up in her own loins blot out everything in her mind but the white-hot light of blinding release. She grunted and groaned, straining in her own wanton response until her whole naked body was coated with the perspiration of her effort. She continued to toss and struggle until she was drained of every ounce of energy, until she could feel Ken's strokes slacking off, the surging rod of his penis gradually beginning to deflate inside her.
Tandy closed her eyes, dropping her thighs back down and letting "her still sensuously trembling buttocks sink down into the softness of the mattress as she felt Ken's body sag down on top of her. For several moments they both lay almost perfectly still, gasping to catch their breath. Then,she gave out with a soft exhausted whimper as he withdrew and rolled over onto his back, reaching up with one hand to lightly stroke the still swollen mound of her breasts.
"Mmmmmm," she purred softly, her eyes still closed, her breathing still strained and irregular.
Then she turned her head and opened her eyes, staring with a strange curiosity over at the naked man beside her. Gone from his face was the gloating, leering look she'd-seen when he had first walked in the door, replaced by a simple expression of openness and warmth. Tandy watched him, almost desperately, for a moment. Then she jerked her head back and returned her eyes to the dimly lit ceiling of the room. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing,"' she sighed, her body tightening. She waited for a moment in silence, then looked back at the young camp director. "I want you to go."
Ken shrugged. "All right," he said, sitting up on the edge of the bed and reaching down to the floor to retrieve his khaki trousers. Then he turned back to her. "Was there something wrong with that? I didn't think I was hanging you up or anything."
"No," Tandy said tiredly. "It was wonderful. You didn't hang me up."
She didn't speak again until he was dressed and out the door. There was no way she could have said what was on her mind, no way, she thought, that she could have made the camp director understand. And it didn't make any difference anyway. It probably wouldn't have to him at least.
It had been one of the finest experiences Tandy had ever had with a man in bed - on a purely physical level. It was only after she met Ken's warm, open gaze that she realized it had been hardly better than finger-fucking herself - on the emotional level. She hadn't even known who she was with. It was just a male body, and in the frustrated condition to which she'd descended, one would have done about as well as another.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh come on," Jay laughed. "You're shitting me."
"I am not," Bobby repeated, looking across the tent-to the two older boys sitting on the cot opposite him. "Nurse Wilson let me fuck her in the mouth yesterday afternoon in her room right behind.the first-aid shack."
"Sure, kid," Chris said mockingly. He stretched languidly and leaned back against the tent wall, faking a yawn. When Bobby had showed up at their tent that morning he had thought it strange, particularly after the way they had treated him yesterday. Now he knew the younger boy was trying to impress them and win their favor. But this wild story about the nurse was just too much.
"How do you expect us to believe that?" Jay asked, his voice twinkling with amusement.
"You don't have to," Bobby replied smugly. "But just remember that while you're out playing around with the shitty little tits of eighth graders, I'm fucking the camp nurse."
"What?" Chris said, sitting up again. He glanced at Jay, the half-bored, half-humoring expression which had been on his face disappearing.
"Hey!" Jay said, his eyes narrowing. "How'd you know about that?"
"She told me," Bobby lied. He knew that if the two older boys ever found out that he'd been hiding behind a tree while they were inside the tent with Michele, or that he'd been eavesdropping on their conversations, the roughing up they'd given him yesterday would be nothing compared to what would come. But he'd decided that if he made it sound as though the camp nurse had told him, then that would only add validity to his story. "She described the whole thing to me. Every detail."
"No shit?" Jay said, scratcing his head. After the encounter in front of the camp director's office he, too, had been doing some thinking about the camp nurse. Her reference to the fact that he and Chris had pulled Michele's T-shirt up to completely expose her already well-developed breasts had shown that she'd watched them much longer than was necessary, or for that matter, normal. And in his mind, there was only one explanation for that. "You say she sucked you off?" he asked with sudden interest.
Bobby nodded proudly, "She sure did."
"But how . . . how did you get her to do that?" Jay asked, feeling strangely flustered with the thought that was beginning to emerge in his mind.
"Well," Bobby replied, "My elbow was bleeding yesterday ..." He paused to let the impact of this statement sink in, for he wanted the two boys to know that their cruelty had been responsible for him going to the first-aid shack in the first place. "Then, after Miss Wilson had finished bandaging it, I asked her to explain the facts of life to me."
"The facts of life!" Chris howled. "You asked her to explain the facts of life," he repeated, almost choking on his laughter at such a clumsy approach.
"Wait a minute," Jay interjected. "Maybe he has something here." He turned back to Bobby. "What happened then?"
"Well, she started to tell me about how people fuck, but I kept playing dumb, and finally she got really nervous and flustered."
"Yeah, go on," Jay encouraged.
"Well, after a while I asked if she would demonstrate something."
Oh Jesus," Chris chortled.
"Shut up, Chris," Jay demanded. "And?"
"She got up and walked over to the window, and leaned right over me, so I reached up and . . . grabbed her." "Grabbed her?" "Yeah, on her tit."
"Christ," Jay said. "What did she do then?"
"She kind of jumped back, and got scared, but the next thing I knew she was kissing me, and then after a while she offered to jack me off."
"Jack you off?" Chris interrupted. "I thought you said she sucked your cock?" He was sitting on the edge of the cot now, listening to everything Bobby said.
"She did," Bobby continued. "While she was jacking me off, she leaned over and started sucking me."
"God!" Jay exclaimed, squirming on the cot. He had suspected the camp nurse was horny and now, if what Bobby was telling him was true - and Jay was pretty sure it was - then that meant that maybe he, too, might be able to get into Nurse Wilson's panties. And as Bobby finished his story, the vague thought that had emerged in his mind before began to turn into a plan.
"I don't believe it, Winton," Jay said after Bobby had finished. "She didn't swallow your cum. She didn't even suck you off. You're just bullshitting."
"Oh yeah?" Bobby said. "How much you wanna bet?"
"Five bucks."
"Five bucks!" Bobby protested. "I don't even have five bucks."
"Then you'd better be telling the truth," Jay said, the lackluster note of a threat in his voice.
"But . . . but," Bobby stammered. "How can I prove it?" he asked helplessly, suddenly wondering why he ever felt he had to brag about the incident to the two older boys.
"You're going to go to the first-aid shack again this afternoon," Jay explained. "Then you're going to get her to suck you off again, only this time Chris and me are going to be outside the window listening." He looked over at Chris and saw that the other boy was smiling for he'd guessed what was on his friend's mind.
"No!" Bobby gasped, hardly able to believe his ears.
Jay looked at him sullenly for a moment. "Whatta you mean, 'no'?"
Bobby could hardly even imagine that Jay was serious in what he was proposing. They were going to listen in while he was with Nurse Wilson, then blackmail her. And that would ruin everything. If she ever found out he'd told Chris and Jay about what had happened yesterday and then had agreed to let them stand outside the window while he was with her, Miss
Wilson would never even speak to him again, let alone let him fuck her, which is what he intended to do today. Then, with a sinking sensation in his stomach, he realized the two boys wouldn't even let him get that far if they were outside. They'd come in as soon as he had set her up, and take over.
"You can't!" Bobby stammered angrily.
"Sure we can," Jay replied. "Or it's five bucks."
Bobby moaned. "She'd never forgive me for that. She never would."
"Put up or shut up, kid," Chris said, chuckling.
Oh God, Bobby thought. He couldn't stand to have Nurse Wilson know that he'd told Chris and Jay. Not after he'd promised. She'd hate him for it, and she would be perfedtly justified. He knew how much trust she'd put into him; she wouldn't even have sucked his cock if she didn't trust him, and now he was betraying her.
"Aw come on, Jay." Bobby begged. "Please don't. I wouldn't have even told you if I thought you were going to do something like this."
"Five bucks," Jay repeated. "And I'm going to spread the word around the camp about you and the nurse, too."
Bobby could almost have cried. Now he'd really done it. He gazed pleadingly at the two larger boys, Jay avoided his eyes and looked down at the floor, tapping his fingers on the edge of the cot. At last he lifted his eyes, "Well?"
"Okay," Bobby said miserably. "I'll give it a try."
He looked at the two boys desperately. "But only on one condition." "What's that?"
"That you don't let her know I told you." "Sure, kid," Chris chuckled. "Anything you say."
Tandy sat at her desk in the first-aid clinic, nervously drumming her fingers on one of the manila folders in front of her. She'd managed to avoid seeing either Bobby Winton or Ken Logan so far today, but she was certain Bobby would come by the clinic that afternoon. And though a part of her longed to see the cute teenage boy who yesterday had become the object of her wildly unleashed lust, another part of her dreaded the confrontation. She didn't know how she could look Bobby in the eye after yesterday's shameful display. And she knew he would be eager for more. It had been very evident from his reaction that Bobby had really enjoyed having his cock sucked, and she knew it was going to be difficult to convince him that that, and anything like it, could never happen again. She was also having a difficult time keeping herself convinced - her appetite, like Bobby's, had merely been whetted by the incident.
Just as Tandy had expected, she heard the familiar, furtive knock on the door right after the boys left the dining hall and dispersed to take part in the variety of afternoon camp activities. Catching her breath and trying to hold her voice steady, Tandy told the young boy to come in.
He entered standing for a moment in silence, fidgeting nervously as his eyes strayed furtively to the voluptuously straining mounds of her breasts. After a moment he bit his lips and spoke in a hesitant voice: "I thought I'd come over and ..."
Tandy could see the young boy was extremely nervous, and she had a pretty good idea why. And that was only going to make what she had to say all that more difficult.
"Bobby," she began in a soft voice, rising and starting toward him, "I think I know why you came here today. And I have to make this very clear to you right now. There can be no repeat of what happened yesterday - or anything like it. We just can't do anything like that again."
Bobby gazed at the shapely brunette woman with disappointment. He could see the tension in her face, and the distinct rise and fall of her sensuously formed breasts against the thin material of her blouse signaled her heavy breathing. He'd expected something like this, and he knew it was going to be difficult, if not downright impossible, for him to succeed. And the fact that the other two boys were right outside the window listening made the pressure on Bobby almost unbearable.
"What happened yesterday, Bobby," Tandy went on in a trembling voice, "was an accident. We can't let it happen again."
"But I thought you liked it," Bobby said in the saddest voice he could manage.
'T did like it, Bobby, I liked it too much, I guess. And I know I've got to stop myself from doing things like that with you. Because I liked it so much I could get addicted."
Bobby looked down at the floor, wetting his lips. "But I wanted to really do it to you today. I wanted to . . . fuck you."
Tandy sucked her breath in hoarsely, an undeniable tremor darting through her loins at hearing that vulgar word, which ordinarily would have shocked and disgusted her, coming from Bobby's lips.
"We can't," Tandy said after a pause, trying to maintain her already fading resolution. "We just can't." She paused again, wetting her sensuously inviting lips with her tongue, again remembering with a little chill of pleasure the masochistic excitement engendered in her tingling loins yesterday when Bobby had fucked her in the mouth, had used her mouth as a cunt-like receptacle for his viriley fresh young cum. And now the thought that this young boy, a thirteen year old virgin, wanted to have sexual intercourse with her, wanted her to be his first woman, thrilled her almost beyond all control. Her panties were even moistening slightly up between her thighs at the lewdly thrilling thought. But difficult as it was, she had to refuse. She just had to, regardless of how her vagina was trembling. Rallying her strength, Tandy looked sternly straight into Bobby's eyes. 'T just hope you understand why it has to be that way," she said softly, "Now, I want you to go."
Bobby was sure he was beaten. He knew Nurse Wilson did want him to fuck her, but he feared her determination not to was even stronger than her desire. And Chris and Jay; were listening. They'd never- believe him now . . . He'd never felt so lost and desperate, never felt his condition to be so hopeless, in his life. But he had to make one last try, a last-ditch attempt. And since reasoning with her, talking her into doing what he wanted her to, was obviously out, the only other alternative seemed to be a direct physical approach. At least, he had nothing to lose by trying, and Bobby vowed right then that, embarrassing as it might be, he would do anything to convince the camp nurse to change her mind.
As Bobby finally made his move, Tandy watched the cute little boy look at her hungrily and come toward her. She took a step backward, her body trembling, as he extended one of his hands up toward the heaving mounds of her breasts. A soft whimper of protest rose in her throat as his hand touched her nervously palpitating breasts, pressing the constricting brassiere cup hard against the swollen mound, ihe pressure and friction causing the nipple to prickle to an instant tingling rigidity.
Tandy heaved a deep sigh, her legs almost going weak, as Bobby moved closer to her. Then she closed her eyes as he bounced onto his tiptoes and crushed his mouth eagerly up to her parted lips, his tongue flicking wetly inward as his hand continued to knead and massage her breasts.
Tandy fought with all her strength against the electric sensations coursing through her flesh. She squirmed and writhed as Bobby pressed his youthful young body more tightly against hers, the shocking pressure of his thighs and tender erection already swelling in his pants and pushing right up against the softness of her loins only further stimulating the older woman's wantonly growing need, making resistance even more difficult. She couldn't help herself. She wanted this young boy to fuck her with his tender young penis so badly she thought she would die if she couldn't have him up between her naked thighs. Her body cried out in desperation; her will to.resist was failing fast.
Then with a shiver, she squirmed out of Bobby's arms. She glared at the panting youngster in mingled shock and want, her own eyes wild with the fury of her all-consuming, cunt-wracking lust.
Bobby gasped to catch his breath, looking back at her pleadingly. "Please, Nurse Wilson."
"No, Bobby. No! You stay away from me!"
He hesitated an instant longer, then started forward again. Tandy took two more steps backward, her movements taking on a particular trapped-animal quality. She knew only a few more moments of the stimulating physical contact with the young boy and all would be lost. She wouldn't even want to resist; so now, at all cost, she had to avoid him until she could begin to regain her self-control.
Then a little scream of surprise issued from her throat as she backed right against the end of the cot, catching herself just at the back of her knees. She swayed for a moment, trying to regain her balance, then with another soft moan fell backwards onto the cot, landing in a reclining position with her thighs parted invitingly, her cunt plainly visible up under the leg band of her shorts and thin, see-through panties.
Bobby saw his opportunity, and the whole mad scheme flashed clearly in his mind, as if during that brief instant it had all played out in slow motion. It was the craziest idea he'd ever had in his life, but now he knew he had to do something far out if he wanted to avoid having Chris and Jay start spreading stories that he was a snivelling little liar around the camp, and some sixth sense told him this was exactly the thing that would work, perhaps the only thing.
Bobby had heard older boys occasionally talk about licking pussy, but he'd never believed anyone could seriously think of doing such a thing. And by the same token, until yesterday he'd never believed women really sucked men off. But Nurse Wilson had done it for him, and he had really liked it. And it only stood to reason she'd like having her pussy licked just as much.
His own excitement and curiosity rising by leaps and bounds, the eager teenager moved without further contemplation. He hadn't the slightest idea how men customarily approached ihe act of cunnilingus, but it seemed only logical to him that the first thing to do was to get his head up between Miss Wilson's thighs and hopefully, once he was in position instinct would take over.
Tandy could hardly believe her eyes as the young thirteen year old boy suddenly dropped to his knees at the end of the cot. She was in an awkward position with her legs spread apart and dangling off the edge of the cot, and she wasn't able to move to protect herself in time. The boy's hands caught her inner thighs just above the knees, holding her legs wide apart in spite of her attempts to close them. Then, as Tandy stared down over her voluptuously heaving breasts in helpless shock, the young boy leaned forward, lowering his head up between the warmth of her vainly straining thighs. She gave out with a soft whimper, ceasing her struggles from the sheer paralizing shock, as she felt the youngster's nose nudging the leg band of her shorts aside to give his tongue access to already softly pulsing mound of her pussy.
Bobby had never felt so weirdly ecstatic in his life. His head and face were completely buried right up between her softly perspiring inner thighs, which he still had to hold firmly apart with both hands. It was dark and warm; there was not too much air, and he could smell the strangest, yet most tempting aroma he'd ever encountered in his life. And even in the close quarters, he could just distinguish the shadowy-looking hair of her cunt, curling out on the side of her thin, flimsy panty crotchband, right before his face!
"Bobby," Tandy gasped, again beginning to twist and struggle as she realized the young boy's lewd and shocking intention of licking her up between her legs. "Bobby, please! Let me up!"
Bobby knew he had no choice but to go through with his desperate scheme. Nurse Wilson was right at the turning point now, and if just for one minute he could get his torigue up in her pussy, he knew he would be able to fuck her or anything else. In spite of his own keenly rising excitement at the prospect of the wickedly exciting act he was about to perform, there was a part of his young mind that continued to function lucidly. And he relaized, with a curiously titillating sense of self-sacrifice, that the idea was even better than he'd originally thought. If he licked Nurse Wilson's cunt without actually making him cum, without going ahead and fucking as he'd originally intended, then she would never be able to refuse Chris and Jay when they burst in. She would be too far gone to be able to resist, or even protest. His pals would get what they wanted, and she wouldn't know Bobby had told the other youngsters, or even that he knew they were coming. It would all be written off to untimely coincidence.
And maybe, just maybe, after they were through she would let him fuck her.
Even more determined, Bobby shoved his face farther up between the camp nurse's urgently scissoring thighs. He'd realized that he would be unable to nose Miss Wilson's tightly clinging panties to the side as he had. down with her shorts, and as Bobby's hands were still occupied in holding her struggling thighs apart, he could think of only one way to bypass them.
Tandy gasped, her buttocks trembling from the sheer excitement and tantalizing frustration of having Bobby's head completley buried up between her quivering thighs. Then a little shiver passed through her wantonly moistening loins and she lifted her head up off the cot to stare down the length of her body with even greater incredulity as she felt Bobby's tongue flick in a searing path up the tauntly straining tendon of one of her inner thighs. Then she gasped as his teeth took hold of the tight elastic leg band of her panties and with a dog-like motion of his head he began to jerk and pull both them, and the faded boy's camp shorts, downwards.
Bobby could hardly get his breath. His head and face were jammed between Miss Wilson's thighs, for in spite of his manual resistance, he legs were clamped tightly about his ears. And taking off her panties with his mouth was like trying to thread a needle in the dark.
But gradually he was succeeding. With a determined effort, Bobby grasped the soft nylon panties between his teeth and, pulling them downward against the crotch of her shorts, he was working them lower and lower along the silken flesh of the camp nurse's invitingly parted thighs. Straining and grunting, he persisted until he could distinguish the completely exposed triangle of cuntal hair and, nestled right in among the soft brown curls, the narrow pink slit of her pussy. With a final effort, the excited teenager managed to lower the shorts and panties several inches farther. Then he ducked his head under them, running his nose right up along the now naked crevice between her defenselessly clenching buttocks, and again bobbed his face up into the fragrant-smelling softness of her loins. Now, completely pinned there between her thighs, with the panties and shorts that were stretched tight above her knees pulled taut across the back of his neck to hold his face in position, Bobby began.
Tandy's whole anxiously quivering body tensed at the first titillating contact of Bobby's lips and tongue darting right down onto the little tingling bud of her clitoris.
"Ohhh!" she gasped from the sudden electric contact, a shudder darting out from her moistening loins, strained and desperate moans pouring from her throat as she ceased her struggles. Between her thighs, Bobby licked his own lips and groaned hungrily s he whipped his tongue cautiously from his mouth, then trailed it in a slow wipe down the full length of Miss Wilson's wildly throbbing cuntal slit.
Tandy's body jerked in a sudden convulsive movement, her buttocks grinding wantonly down into the cot to escape the sheer raw sensation of the maddening attack. Then with a soft sucking of his lips, Bobby drew the throbbing nipple of her clitoris right up into his mouth, nibbling at it gently with the tips of his teeth and causing the older woman to moan even louder from the lewd stimulation.
"Oh yes! Yes!" she moaned, hardly able to believe the lust-inciting sensations that were surging out from her naked loins to every part of her helplessly tormented body. Bobby's tongue, probing gently now up into the softness of her cunt, felt like nothing she'd ever experienced in her life, and the limber wetness of it was a direct contrast to everything she was accustomed to feeling when she was touched by a man. Bobby was now immersing himself wholeheartedly into his wanton act of subjugation, sucking and licking and kissing her pussy with such fervor that Tandy knew that she would be able to refuse him nothing after he'd finished doing this to her. And she was almost past the point of even wanting to refuse. Her desire was already reaching a crescendo; the mad assault had taken its toll on her will to resist, and already her body was beginning to demand more than the frustrating titillation of the thirteen year-old's lewdly stroking tongue playing just at the entrance of her hotly, trembling cuntal opening.
For a few moments longer Tandy basked in the unreal excitement and anticipation, still holding the boy's head tightly between her warmly clasping inner thighs. Then, a more distant-sounding moan rising in her throat, she sat up on the edge of the cot and jerked her shorts and panties down and began to push the young boy back from between her thighs.
"Yes, Bobby!" she gasped in a strained voice. "Yes. You can fuck me! You can fuck me all you want to!"
Then Tandy's eyes bulged wide in disbelief as she heard the door to the first-aid shack open. She looked up from the cot, staring in shock and shame, at the eagerly grinning faces of Chris Tidwell and Jay Simmons.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh no!" Tandy screamed, "nooo!" She couldn't take her eyes off the two boys standing in the doorway. Nor could she move. The shock of being discovered in such a compromising position, stripped naked from the waist down, had paralyzed her.
In her daze, she didn't see Bobby motion to Chris Tidwell for him and Jay to come ahead, his open-handed gesture at her prone, half-revealed body a clear indication he meant for them to go ahead and fuck her. In fact, she'd hardly been aware as Bobby wriggled from between her thighs and stood up, nor did she notice now as he wiped the slickly flowing cuntal juices from his lips and turned, dejectedly away, to retreat to the far corner of the room.
He" mind was too obsessed with the montage of other thoughts that filled it: the violently engulfing lust that still surged without control through her nakedly pulsing vagina, her anger at her own stupidity for not having locked the door, her shame and fear and the awful realization that she had been caught half-naked with her legs spread wide in open invitation and that now everything she had dreaded and wanted to avoid would happen no matter what she did. Again she remembered her original shock - which, compared to so much of what had happened to her since, now seemed so mild - when she'd first discovered these two boys with the young blonde girl, Michele Kaplan, in the tent.
That had been the beginning of this whole lewd affair. And now here she was, her body completely exposed from the waist down, her panties and shorts clutching obscenely midway down her trembling thighs, and those same two boys stood in the doorway, staring at her with a hunger and longing that was almost beyond belief, with such an infallable sense of purpose she almost felt as if they'd been waiting from that moment for this day, and known instinctively even before they'd come to the clinic that this was the time to do so. And what they were going to do to her now, she knew without protest, would make their antics with Michele Kaplan look like innocent flirting.
"Boy!" Jay Simmons gasped. "Would you look at that!"
"I'm looking," Chris Tidwell said, meeting the camp nurse's feverish gaze with eyes now remarkably calm. Then, not looking away from her, he said almost quietly. "Come on. She's ready. Let's both fuck her at once."
A quiver went through Tandy's limply shocked body. She shook her head feebly from side to side, trying to mouth an objection, but the words wouldn't come to her lips. The deep, hotly burning desire up inside her belly immobilized her. She waited, silent, watching with wildly lustful eyes as the two youngsters began hurriedly to strip. Then when they were both standing completely naked, she had what must have been her last rational thought of the entire obscene ordeal, and mustered a weakly quivering voice to say: "Lock the door."
Jay threw the latch, and as Tandy watched through blurring vision, the two stark-naked youngsters started toward her. Tandy remained motionless in her lewd state of half-undress on the cot as the two boys approached her. In spite of all her shame and humiliation, she couldn't quell the keen surges of excitemenfwelling in her loins at the thought of her naked body being fucked by the two tender young boys at the same time - and a third boy watching! A series of vague, sordid visions drifted surrealistically through her mind and she imagined the various physical combinations possible with three bodies instead of two. Of course one of them would have to fuck her in the mouth while the other fucked her vagina - that much was self-explanatory - but there still remained within this boundary innumerable conceivable variations, and her masochistic bliss as she pictured these, as she imagined her body being thoughtlessly used and buffeted helplessly between the two boys, only added to her ecstatically rising lust.
"Come on," Chris said. "Let's strip her completely naked so we can see her tits."
Tandy moaned as she felt the boys' hands reach toward her. She didn't even open her eyes, and her body lay almost limp as she felt them undo the buttons down the front of her blouse and lift the material off the soft warm flesh of her breasts and belly. She sat up without resistance to enable them to push it off her shoulders. One of the boys finished pulling off the thin bikini panties and the faded camp shorts from her thighs, an act which Bobby had begun what now seemed like ages ago, and other boy quickly unsnapped her brassiere and pushed the straps down her arms to expose the voluptuously swollen fullness of her breasts.
"But how are we gonna fuck her both at once?" Jay asked nervously.
"One in in the cunt and other in the mouth," Chris answered.
Tandy opened her eyes, staring up feverishly at the young boy. She sensed an authority in his voice, and in her current state she needed that. She needed to be told what to do, needed demands to submit to, and she welcomed the boy's commanding authority. She was too far gone now to think for herself.
"Get down on the floor, Miss Wilson," he said excitedly.
Tandy started to comply, then staring past Chris she met Bobby's wounded, yet nonetheless excited gaze, and for a moment that seemed to transfix her. Oh Bobby, she thought, oh Bobby, you poor little dear. He'd done so much today to convince her to submit, and then right when she was ready to do what he wanted, two of the bigger boys had stormed in and taken it all away from him. And he was helpless to prevent them, because of his inferior size. And she felt helples to resist, because of her blind and now uncontrollable lust. But somehow, she promised herself, she would make it up to Bobby. After Chris and Jay had finished and gone, she'd give him everything he wanted no matter how exhausted she was from letting the other two boys fuck her.
Then she shifted her eyes back to Chris as she heard him say: "Nurse Wilson, get down on the floor. There isn't room for all three of us on the cot."
Silently and obediently she slipped off the cot and dropped down to her knees on the floor, her whole voluptuously naked body trembling with the soft spasms of excitement coursing out wantonly from her already lust-tortured loins.
"Now you get behind her," Chris told Jay. "And fuck her 'dog fashion.' I'll be in front mouth-fucking her."
Again Tandy closed her eyes, letting her body go limp in complete submission as they pushed her into a lewd kneeling position on the floor, her face resting on her arms, her thighs jack knifed up between her breasts and belly to thrust her ripely shaped buttocks invitingly up into the air behind.
Tandy heard the boys' heavy breathing, felt them take their positions, Chris in front to fuck her in the mouth, Jay behind to fuck her in the , 'dog fashion' position. Another little spasm of lewdly rising desire shot through her sensuously prostrated body as she felt Chris place his hands on either side of her face, pulling her forward toward his loins as he knelt in front of her.
"Open your mouth," he whispered, squirming his loins forward to press the hotly swollen head of his rigid young cock right up against Tandy's sensuous, lipstick-lined lips.
Once more, just as if she was so lost in her frenzy and excitement that she had no mind or will of her own, Tandy complied, opening her mouth wide, taking the lustfully twitching young cock-head without protest up between her softly engulfing lips. Then her body tensed as, at almost the same time, Jay leaned forward from behind, thrusting his palpitating penis right up between her trembling thighs to find heated contact with her already lewdly moistened cunt lips. Quivering in excited anticipation, Tandy sucked her breath in deeply as the eager youngster lunged his hips forward. His boyish member burrowed its way easily up into the defenseless softness of her wantonly yielding pussy flesh, slipping deeper and deeper into her cunt until his youthful loins smacked hard up against her ripely ballooning buttocks.
From in front of her, Jay's friend shoved eagerly forward, a lusty groan rising in his throat as he wormed his pulsating young cock-shaft deeper between her hungrily ovalled lips, all the way up along the full length of her tongue until it was searching around far up in the back of her throat.
Tandy's body shivered from the dually shattering penetration. Her mouth was completely filled by the lewdly throbbing rod of Chris' cock, and from behind the other boys' hotly pulsing shaft was buried to the hilt in her already wantonly flaring cunt walls. She'd never felt so ashamed and yet so erotically stimulated in her whole life. Kneeling between the two thirteen year old boys, who were obscenely and yet so hungrily enjoying her nakedly squirming flesh, she felt herself a picture of depravity, and her lewd, overriding passion made her helpless to resist, even if she had wanted to.
Then Tandy moaned as the two boys simultaneously began to move, and almost instantly she forgot the shame of being fucked by two teenagers while another watched and responded with a sensuous erotic writhing of her own body. Wilder spasms of lust and passion darted out over her naked flesh as the boy fucking up into her from behind slipped his hands around her waist, pulling her upthrust ass-cheeks even tighter against his squirming loins, and Chris began to fuck with an even in-and-out motion between her hotly ovalled lips.
Tandy squirmed and twisted on the floor, groaning around the teenage cock-shaft that filled her mouth, grinding her milk-white buttocks back in a wild screwing motion against the lust-inflamed young hardness ramming into her from behind. The long drawn-out tongue and mouth assault young Bobby had inflicted on her loins had built her up to a state of intense sensitivity, and already she was beginning to lose control of herself. She was quivering and twisting between the two young teenagers in insane and nymphomanical abandon.
The boys had never seen anything like it in their lives. From behind, Jay was ramming furiously into the exquisite tightness of Nurse Wilson's cunt, his young, almost hairless loins making loud smacking sounds each time they struck her upthrust buttocks. He got a terrific feeling of power from fucking the camp nurse 'dog fashion', from having her bent over on her hands and knees before him, from being able to watch leisurely every salacious movement of her ecstatically trembling body. On the backstroke, he drew his cock almost all the way out of her curl-rimmed pussy lips. He could look down between them and see the slickly coated shaft along in and out of the glistening pinkness, the clasping cunt lips clinging tightly to it in desperate protest on the outstroke.
She was flowering open eagerly to receive him back up inside as he thrust forward again. And each backstroke afforded him one view he'd never seen in his life - just a glimpse of the hairlessly puckered little opening of Nurse Wilson's forbidden asshole, that seemed to quiver and purse as if begging to be fucked too.
Chris, on the floor in front of the camp nurse, could hardly keep from cumming at once from the lewd spectacle of this voluptuous woman on her knees before him, her face buried in his loins, her lips circling tightly about his rigid cock-shaft. He'd never been sucked off before in his life, but the more he'd thought about it after Bobby had left their tent that morning, the more he knew he had to have some of the same for himself. And it felt better than Chris could have ever imagined.
As for Bobby, he was almost out of his mind with jealousy and excitement. He still hadn't even had his first real piece of ass, and watching the two older boys fucking Nurse Wilson in the cunt and the mouth at the same time was almost more than he could stand. In spite of his initial hesitation, kissing and licking her pussy had really turned him on. And now he couldn't bear being forced to stand and watch instead of fucking her too. He only hoped that his scheme had worked and the boys wouldn't mention that he'd told them about yesterday, because after watching this, Bobby just had to get fucked at least once in his adolescent life. He no longer even cared about the five dollar bet. He just wanted Nurse Wilson - and soon.
The wanton buffeting of Tandy's body between the two teenagers on the floor had completely destroyed her resistance. She could feel the relentless currents of desire flowing out of control through her burning flesh and she knew it wouldn't be long now until she got the satisfaction she so desperately needed. She sucked ravenously, swiping her tongue around and around the pulsing head of Chris' lust-swollen young cock. Already she'd begun to hunger for the fresh tasting cum she knew would come spurting out any minute into her mouth. At the same time she drove her buttocks even more furiously deeper and deeper into the tenderly exposed flesh of her cunt, relishing the stinging slaps of his loins against her soft uptilted buttocks, longing for his equally obscene ejaculation deep up into her trembling vaginal depths.
Moments later an even more obscene tremor shot through Tandy's frantically squirming body as she felt Jay stiffen behind her. His loins quivered and jerked against her nakedly clenching ass-cheeks and far up inside her cunt she felt his young penis begin to twitch and throb, seeming to grow even larger with the hot seminal welling up from his excitedly expanding young balls.
"Uh-oh," he grunted, "I think I'm going to do it."
Even as he spoke, a deeper masochistic groan issued from Tandy's lips around the lustfully pulsing shaft of Chris' cock, which lunged even deeper into her mouth. He grabbed her dark hair and pulled her face tighter against his naked loins, the little curls of pubic hair tickling her nose and face.
Tandy threw her hands up, cupped his whitely flexing buttocks, clinging to him as she squirmed and writhed her own body, straining for her own desperately needed release. She dropped her hands lower, her fingernails digging eagerly into the smooth flesh of Chris' naked buttocks and prompting him to thrust his cock even deeper and more brutally into her willing mouth.
"I'm gonna cum," Jay gasped again in a quivering voice.
"Me too," Chris grunted, tugging so hard at Tandy's hair that she wanted to scream.
An instant later it began. From behind, Jay slammed into her ceaselessly bucking body with a powerful lunge that shoved the older woman forward until her face was buried even deeper into Chris' loins. At that same instant the first sweet-tasting droplets of cum came rushing up the length of his palpitating cock and spewing out into her greedily working mouth.
Tandy sobbed and whimpered around the boy's surging hardness, making small grunting gurgling sounds in her throat as she swallowed the thickly splattering droplets to keep from losing them out of the corners of her lips. Behind her, Jay groaned as he completely lost control and began to shoot his own lust-heated load of sperm deep up into the warmly pulsing flesh of her inner pussy. The lewd ejaculation seemed to temporarily endow him with an even greater energy, as his increasingly violent lunges racked her lust-incited body. Now the white-hot young cum was shooting simultaneously into Tandy's mouth and cunt from two opposite directions; she was like a conduit between two energy sources, and the spasms of lust darting through her own body were elevating her rapidly to a plane of wanton delirium. She had never felt so soiled and degraded in her life, but the sheer masochistic bliss of being ejaculated inte by two teenagers at the same time was completely breaking down her mental resistance, shattering the barriers of reality as she drifted to the very brink of ecstatic madness. Then, as the eager fucking lunges of the two teenagers reached a peak of frenzy, Tandy felt the even more violent spasms begin far up inside her own helplessly quivering belly.
She screwed her buttocks around in a wild rotating motion, altering the angle of Jay"; continued racking strokes into the quivering inner flesh of her cunt. She sucked hungrily at Chris' relentlessly driving cock, milking it of the sweet-tasting semen that still' welled up and spurted in a seemingly endless stream 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 a climax, the burning electric sensations flowed in sweeping waves out from her trembling loins, pouring up through her breasts to the tingling tips of her nipples, surging wildly down her thighs, pouring over every tender inch of her nakedly glistening flesh.
Then, as the crescendo passed, the exhaustion came swiftly over her. Tandy's used spent body sagged weakly between the two youngsters. She felt their slender penises begin to deflate within her two cum-flooded orifices. Meekly, she licked the last few droplets of cum off Chris' now limber cock, letting it drop from between her lips almost at the same time Jay withdrew from behind.
Jay groaned, dropping to a sitting position on the floor behind the camp nurse. "Boy, that was good," he grunted, straining to catch his breath.
From his position in the corner, Bobby watched hopefully, his own painfully erect cock almost bursting the crotch of his blue jeans as he waited eagerly to see what would happen next. He'd never been so hot in all his life. The thrill of eating Miss Wilson's pussy had built his adolescent lust almost to the breaking point; then the erotic display of the two boys fucking her at once had driven him to the very edge of sexual mania. The whole front section of his jockey shorts was soaking wet from the seminal fluid that had seeped from his rigidly erected young penis, and if he couldn't fuck Nurse Wilson now, he was going to have to go straight to the outhouse and lock himself in one of the stalls and jack off - if he could walk that far. But that was going to be the last resort. Bobby had already come to the conclusion that after what had happened yesterday and today, jacking off would never again be as much fun as it hacl before.
Jay gazed down at his own glistening, deflated cock and to his surprise saw that it was already beginning to stir again. Still breathless, he sighed. "You think we ought to switch around and take another turn?"
Chris grinned and shook his head. "Naw, we'll come back tomorrow and do that. We don't want to wear her out the first day 'cause we can fuck her anytime we want to now.." "Guess not," Jay conceded. "Bobby probably wants a turn anyway," Chris said, turning expansively toward the younger boy. "After all the little pussy-eater's done for us, the least we can do is to let him have a piece, too."
A spontaneous whimper rose in Tandy's throat as she heard those words. She'd forgotten all about Bobby. And now she was completely exhausted. Her body had never felt so used and spent, nor so satisfied. But she knew she couldn't forget her vow. She owed it to Bobby to give him the satisfaction he must now so urgently require, and in spite of her exhaustion, she determined she would make his first piece of pussy as exciting and unforgettable an experience as it should be.
Bobby felt a surge of even greater lust swell in his loins as he heard Chris mention his name. He rose, then hesitated, gazing eagerly at Nurse Wilson's voluptuously naked body. She rolled slowly onto her back on the soft rug, looking up at him through wantonly narrowed eyes, a small inviting smile playing on her sensuous lips.
"We gonna stay and watch?" Jay asked, pulling on his pants.
"No," Tandy said, looking up pleadingly at the two boys. She hesitated, then teasingly wet her lips. "Let Bobby and me be alone. Then you can come back tomorrow."
Chris grinned. "That's fair enough. Let 'em have their privacy."
Tandy knew she'd now gone past the point of no return. She'd invited Chris and Jay back tomorrow. She'd made her beginning, registered her acceptance of their eager young enjoyment of her body, and now there would be no turning back. And sooner or later she would be found out. With just Bobby, she might have been able to continue her affair indefinitely, but now three boys knew about her and they could bring more next time. But even that was further complicated by the fact that she'd been to bed with Ken Logan once already, and would probably have to do so again to keep him from getting suspicious. But she stil had to make one attempt to get the boys to keep her secret. Now that she had begun, Tandy wanted her fling to last as long as it possibly could. She had a lot of lost time to make up for, and knowing she was going to have to pay a price for what she was doing sooner or later, she was determined to get her money's worth.
"Chris, just promise me one thing," she said in a pleading voice. "You and Jay both. Promise me you won't tell any of the other boys around camp what happened here today."
Chris shook his head. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. We won't say anything to anybody - except for a couple of our very best friends."
Tandy felt a sinking in her breasts as she heard those words. But she knew she couldn't expect it to be any different. She'd gotten herself into this, and she knew her day of reckoning would come. She would just have to face it stoically.
Then, tucking their T-shirts in, the two' boys started to the door. Still lying on her back on the floor, her naked body already beginning, to rejuvenate from the thought of introducing thirteen year old Bobby to the act of sexual intercourse, Tandy returned her attention to the eagerly blushing boy.
"Why don't you take your clothes off, Bobby?" she said, stretching her voluptuously exposed body languidly out on the rug, a sultry smile playing on her lips.
"Yes, Ma'am," Bobby said obediently beginning to pull off his T-shirt. Then he hesitated. "Nurse Wilson?"
Yes, Bobby."
"I'm sorry about those two guys coming in. I couldn't stop them. They're both bigger and stronger than I am, and Chris' captain of the football team back at school. It wouldn't have done any good for me to even try."
"I know, Bobby," Tandy said softly. "I know. That's all right. Now come on."
After another short moment of hesitation Bobby unzipped his blue jeans and squirmed out of them. Tandy's eyes narrowed, watching hungrily as he exposed the rigid little shaft of his cock, standing straight up in lustfully throbbing erection. Then, trembling with eagerness, Bobby dropped to his knees between her white, widespread thighs. He was staring down with unconcealed desire at the lewdly exposed flesh ofher cunt, theglistening slit nestled visibly below in the silken strands of darkly fringing pussy hair. But in spite of his obvious excitement, his face was now a ghostly white mask.
After a moment, he swallowed hard. "I guess I don't really know what to do, Nurse Wilson."
Tandy laughed softly, her own regenerated desire now growing rapidly, further heightened and stimulated by this so obvious a demonstration of Bobby's innocence. Then she sighed, further arching and expanding the ripely rounded swells of her breasts. She stretched her arms up and outward above her-head, spreading her thighs even wider apart to better expose the ravenously pulsating slit of her cunt. She grinned wickedly up at him and sucked inward with her vaginal muscles so that he could see them flower pinkly open and throb out their hot little message of her desire.
"Use your imagination, Bobby. Just like you did when you licked my pussy," she crooned softly, her legs held wide. "Just keep in mind that the object is to stick your penis in my cunt and fuck me with it until we both cum. It's just like I explained to you yesterday when this whole thing started."
Further excited by the camp nurse's use of the obscene words and the lewd little twitching of her pussy, Bobby dropped forward, proppingj his weight on his elbows and cautiously lowering his chest down until he could feel the teasing prickle of her hard-pointed nipples brushing against his chest. He twitched at the first contact of his throbbing cock-head against her warm inner thighs, then in a natural, animal-like reflexive motion lunged forward, grunting in surprise as he felt the even warmer and deliciously moistened lips of her cunt right against the nub-end of his throbbing little penis. With another instinctive movement, the excited teenager shoved forward again, gasping with surprise as he felt his blood-engorged little cock-head slither hot up into the wetly enveloping flesh of Miss Wilson's hair-lined pussy.
"Ooohh!" Tandy gasped as she felt the boy's naked penis snake up into the warm elastic-like sheath between her thighs, felt it prod slowly and smoothly up into the moistened tightness of her sensitive inner flesh, seeming to swell even harder as she mewled softly and began a gentle undulation of her hips beneath him.
Bobby groaned, hardly able to believe the warmth and softness of a woman's cunt, his body jerking as Nurse Wilson flexed her inner vaginal muscles again, squeezing the clasping flesh even tighter around his rigidly twitching cock. Then suddenly her hands moved down, her fingers digging into the muscular young flesh of his buttocks as she pulled his small, teenage cock even deeper into her, beginning to churn and squirm her loins in wild contortions up against him, writhing the nakedness of her breasts salaciously against his chest.
"Yes, Bobby," she moaned in a trembling voice. "Yes, fuck me like that, my little Darling! Don't hold back! Fuck me!"
The hopelessly aroused young teenager needed no further encouragement. Quiveirng with excitement, he began a series of short sharp lunges, slamming his body down in racking fury against the voluptuously squirming flesh beneath him, ramming his cock all the way up into the ravenously clasping tightness of the camp nurse's pussy. He groaned again, already feeling the searing little tingling sensations that were a prelude to his coming ejaculation beginning to run up and down the throbbing shaft of his cock.
"Yes, come on," Tandy pleaded, responding to the frenzied assault. He was going to cum very soon. She could sense that in the increased tension of his body, the more violent fury of his shattering lunges. But she didn't care. She didn't even mind if it happened before she was ready for another orgasm. She could fake it if she had to keep Bobby from feeling bad, because after what he'd been through today, she could hardly expect a display of control the first time he actually fucked a woman.
And he'd learn. She was going to see to that! She would teach this tender little boy everything she knew, and perhaps together, before her day of reckoning in camp, they could both learn to do things together that even she hadn't yet experienced . . .
CHAPTER NINE
Tandy sat at her desk, waiting anxiously for the lunch hour to end - and for thirteen year old, Bobby Winton to arrive. That was the way Tandy marked her time now. If she made it through until the afternoon, she counted it as another day - one more day passed without that inevitable encounter with her reckoning.
It was strange the way she had taken to living like this, day to day, the dread that it would all come sooner or later to a sudden end always hanging over her head. She thought it must be something similar to the life of a daredevil, a person who had learned to live with the knowledge that every day might be his last. For though she wasn't dealing with the actual end of her life, when she was finally caught in her wanton revelry with the various boys who during the last week had begun to frequent the clinic and the little cot in the examination room, it would mark the ending of this curious way of life. For the very fact that she did know it inevitably had to end, abruptly and certainly very soon, allowed Tandy to live now with a hedonistic freedom she'd never before enjoyed. After her ordeal with Chris and Jay, the two other eighth graders, on the floor of the clinic, she'd had to face the fact that sooner or later she would be found out. So what difference had it made, the next day, when two of their other young friends had come and she had let them strip her naked and fuck her to their tender little cocks content. Under the circumstances there had been no pragmatic reason for her to refuse them . . . and she hadn't. They obviously knew about her lewd episode with Chris and Jay, otherwise they wouldn't have been there - a fact solidly confirmed shortly afterward when Chris and Jay had appeared themselves to join in the four-on-one orgy. But had the situation been different, Tandy might have felt compelled to refuse them even if she had secretly wanted to submit. That, perhaps more than anything else, was what made her dread the day all this would end. That and the fact that once she was found out and forced to leave the camp, she would probably never again see Bobby Winton.
For in spite of everything that had happened, in spite of the fact that she'd been getting fucked regularly not only by Chris and Jay and the other two boys who'd come to the clinic and sleeping every second or third night with Ken Logan, Bobby was still her favorite. The bond between them had existed, of course, even before she'd let him put his penis in her mouth that fateful day, but their sexual relationship had strengthened it. Tandy's one complaint was that the cute little boy wasn't quite aggressive enough to suit her. She had to lead him every step of the way, coax him into every variation they tried - in spite of the fact that he had a very vivid imagination and curiosity, clearly evidenced by his licking her up between her legs in the most crucial seduction of the entire bizzarre affair. And she knew there must be other variations that intrigued him, but to save her life she couldn't get him to suggest anything. Every time she asked him, he just got red in the face and stared away from her and, occasionally, seemed to mumble some incoherent something to himself. So whatever Bobby's private and secret fantasy was, Tandy thought it must be very far out. And she was determined to get to the bottom of the puzzle and give Bobby whatever it was he wanted, before her reckoning did come - before it was too late. She wanted that to be her gift to him, something to remember her forever by.
Bobby Winton stared down at the lunch in the tray in front of him, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He glanced around him to make sure no one was watching, then slipped his hand beneath the table to furtively make an adjustment with the crotch of his pants to allow for the bulging erection of his cock. If he didn't get his mind off Nurse Wilson for a couple of minutes before he finished his lunch, standing up was going to be embarrassing. With all his mental might, Bobby tried to force himself to concentrate on the food in front of him.
But his mind kept drifting back to the fact that he had a date with the camp nurse in half an hour at the first-aid shack. It was really strange how steady pussy affected a guy. It seemed like the more Bobby got, the more he wanted. The more often he fucked the nurse, the more time he spent with a hard on, and try as he did during those last few minutes before he finished eating, Bobby still had an erection when the boys sitting beside him stood up and left the table, racing each other for the door, then to the baseball diamond around the side of the lake from the camp.
Blushing slightly with embarrassment, Bobby carefully pulled out his shirt before he rose to hide the telltale bulge that tented his pants, and quickly made his way out of the dining hall and down the path between the barracks buildings. A few moments later he ascended the steps to the clinic and rapped lightly on the door. Then when he heard Miss Wilson's voice invite him in, he opened the door and slipped inside.
Tandy beamed, smiling warmly as the cute teenager tucked his shirt back in. Then her eyes descended hungrily to the tented rise in the crotch of his blue jeans.
"My, my," she said teasingly. "Looks like you've been thinking about something besides your lunch."
Bobby shrugged, blushing. "It was beef goulash today. Too much salt."
"That's not what gave you that hard-on, is it?"
"No, Ma'am," he admitted, shaking his 'head.
Tandy rose, taking a deep breath, acutely aware of Bobby's eyes on the voluptuous curves of her own body as she moved around from the desk. She gazed at him with sultry eyes, a teasing smile playing on her face, her tongue flicking softly from her mouth to moisten her full, inviting lips.
"What have you been thinking about, Bobby? Tell me. I want to hear it."
Bobby's face grew redder and he cast his gaze downward. "Fucking you, I guess."
Tandy laughed softly. "Fucking me? Do you think it's right and proper for you to talk to the camp nurse like that?"
"I dunno," he said with embarrassment in his voice, still not looking her in the eyes.
"And you must have been thinking about something more specific than just fucking me." she went on, now deriving a secret pleasure from hearing that blunt and vulgar word on her own lips. "You must have been thinking of some specific kind of way of fucking me?"
"Aw, I dunno."
Bobby fidgeted with his hands, still looking down at the floor. He just couldn't bring himself to say it, to tell Miss Wilson what was really on his mind, what he really wanted to do to her. It was just too nasty, and he was afraid she might never want anything else to do with him if he did tell her. But if she kept pestering him like this, kept trying to dig and dig until she got it out of him, one of these days he was going to say it.
Last night he'd lain awake thinking about it till almost one in the morning, and he'd sworn then that it was going to be today. But now he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't even imagine, in the harsh light of day, how he'd come to even start thinking about such a thing, though he supposed the idea must have popped into his head that first time he was fucking Nurse Wilson right here on the floor of the first-aid shack, almost where he stood now, and she'd grabbed his ass and pulled him down tighter against her, and just the tip of her finger had run down in the crack of his ass-cheeks and brushed across the tight little hole of his anus. It had felt so good and strange and kind of scary, and right then Bobby had the impulse to do the same thing to Miss Wilson. Then two days later he had. He'd put his middle finger right up between her softly rounded ass-cheeks, pressing it against the tight little hole of her rectal lips, and to his complete astonishment she'd asked him to stick it in. And Bobby had worked the finger in all the way, right up to the last knuckle in that unbelievable rubbery tightness of her rectum. And ever since then, all he'd been able to think about was how it would feel to put his penis in there instead of just his finger.
"Oh Bobby," Tandy sighed. "Come on."
She touched her hand to his head, jostling him and running her fingers through his hair, then brushed past him toward the door at the rear of the clinic, which led to her living quarters. "But if you're afraid to tell me what it is you want to do, you can hardly expect me to guess it."
Her breathing already coming in hoarse, strained gasps, Tandy led the young boy into her small room behind the first-aid examination room. She locked the doors, both to the clinic and to the outside, not wanting to risk an interruption, then turned to face Bobby. A little thrill coursed through her flesh as she saw his hungry gaze drift slowly down the length of her lucsiously formed body. Then she reached up and began to undo the buttons on her blouse, teasingly exposing the lush tanned flesh of her belly and her ripely straining breasts, pushed up high and tight by her constricting brassiere. Then in a gently wriggling motion, Tandy pushed the boys' camp shorts off her hips and let them fall lightly to the floor.
Still eyeing Bobby with a teasing gaze, Tandy reached up behind her back to unsnap her brassiere. She derived an intense pleasure from undressing before the naive young teenager, and she thought that was something she could never tire of doing. She loved the eagerness of his eyes, which watched her always as if he were seeing for the first time the exposed loveliness of her nakedly inviting flesh. Now his eyes were fixed intently on her breasts, which were still partially concealed by the loose-hanging brassiere cups, and again she paused teasing him, before with a gentle shrug of her shoulders, she let it fall completely away to suddenly reveal the full voluptuous mounds with their richly-hued tips.
Then, still watching her as she began to fondle the elastic waistband at the top of her flimsy panties, Bobby began to strip off his own T-shirt. Tandy could see that the young boy was really excited today. During the time it had taken her to remove her shorts and brassiere the erection in his pants had visible grown, and as she began to slowly peel the panties down off the cleft ripeness of her ass-cheeks and the dark brown triangle of hair at her cunt, his eyes became almost feverish with his welling lust.
Then, as Tandy drew the panties completely down the length of her slender thighs, Bobby wriggled out of his Levi's and shorts in a single movement, lewdly exposing his erectly throbbing cock to her own hungry gaze.
Tandy whimpered softly at the now familiar but nonetheless thrilling sight, dropping down onto the camp bed and reclining slowly onto her back, gazing up at the young boy with an almost desperate desire in her eyes.
Bobby sat down on the edge of the cot, his face still red, his eyes roving over the camp nurse's nakedly surrendered body. The words were right on the tip of his tongue. He knew if he didn't ask her pretty soon, it would be too late and he might never get to try what was on his mind, not with anybody. Nurse Wilson was the only person he'd ever met who he thought was free enough to even consider trying such a strange and weird thing as being fucked in the asshole, and Bobby knew her time was limited here. The word about her affairs with him and Chris and Jay and the other two boys hadn't spread yet, but it would sooner or later. And when Mr. Logan found out what she'd been doing he'd have to fire her. But as badly as he wanted to, Bobby just couldn't seem to bring himself to make his forbidden request.
Tandy moaned softly, her body beginning to writhe on the bed in a gentle suggestion of sexual intercourse itself. She reached up and placed one of her hands on Bobby's cheek, watching him through passion-narrowed eyes, her tongue again flicking from her mouth to moisten her lips.
"What do you want to do to me, Bobby?
Tell me, what do you want to do to me?"
Bobby swalowed, again averting his eyes.
"Say it," she whispered. "Say it. I'll do anything you want. I promise anything at all."
"You'll just think it's dirty."
"A week ago, perhaps. But not after everything I've been through. Now what is it?"
Bobby looked up slowly, shame-faced. Why was he such a coward? There were all kinds of things he'd wanted to do with Nurse Wilson during this last week, but she had to make all the suggestions herself. And he knew he wouldn't even have been able to eat her pussy that day if it wasn't for the sheer terror of having Chris and Jay mock him in front of everyone around camp, and have that get back to her.
"Bobby?"
"I want to fuck you in the ass," he said, hardly able to believe his own voice.
"What," Tandy gasped, her eyes suddenly widening in shock. She couldn't imagine she'd even heard him correctly, but she knew she had. And the lewd act he was proposing was beyond anything she'd ever dreamed of in even her most perveted fantasies. It was sodomy! Pure and simple sodomy, the most animalistic act of sex possible. And innocent little Bobby Winton was proposing that she, the camp nurse, submit to it!"
"No," she repeated more softly, shaking her head. "I won't do it, Bobby. I just won't do it. I know I premised anything, but I can't let you do that to me."
"I didn't think you would understand," Bobby said, turning his head away in dejection.
With a sigh of disappointment, he stretched out beside her and as Tandy continued to stare at him in stunned dismay, rolled up on top of her and started to lower himself almost dutifully now between her parted thighs. Then suddenly he stiffened, looking down with an expression of sheer anguish at his softening penis. Her own eyes widening, Tandy realized what was happening instantly from the touch of the now half-limber flesh of his cock on her thigh. And she knew Bobby's failure was her own fault. She had coaxed and badgered him into making the suggestion; she had promised him time and again that she would do anything; and when he'd finally told her what he was thinking, she had gone back on her promise. She had betrayed him, and with a sinking in her breasts, she relaized this sort of betrayal of a boy Bobby's age could do him lasting, even permanent damage. She realized too, though she didn't know how she would bear her own terrible shame after she'd submitted to this strange, untried act of anal intercourse, that she had to swallow her own pride. She had to betray her own remnants of self-respect, to submit to the use of her last chaste orifice. Otherwise, her conscience could never be clean.
"Alright, Bobby," Tandy said softly as the tears welled up in her eyes. "Alright, I'll do it. You can fuck me in the ass if you promise to be gentle and don't hurt me."
Almost instantly feeling Bobby's partially deflated cock begin to grow, rushing back into throbbing erection against her thighs, Tandy pushed the boy upward to allow her to roll over on her belly. Then she lay motionless, waiting, her eyes tightly closed to hold back the tears, her naked ass-cheeks clenching in hesitancy as she awaited the lewdest and most wicked fuck she would ever be subjected to in her life.
Bobby trembled in anticipation, propping himself up on his elbow to gaze hungrily down the length of Nurse Wilson's prone body, his attention finally focusing on the soft forbidden crevice of her defensively clenched ass-cheeks. His hand moved hesitantly to her thighs just below the clefts of her buttocks, and he began to stroke softly up between them, running his middle finger up the already lewdly moistened slit of her cunt to spread the flowing cuntal juices back over the tightly puckered little nether hole.
Tandy's body jerked with a soft shiver of involuntary anticipation as she felt the young thirteen year old's finger move across the sensitive membrane, coming into sudden obscene contact with the tightly contracted little circle. In spite of her trepidation, her body responded spontaneously with a little undulating quiver, and a soft noise that could have been mistaken for a mewl of pleasure issued from deep in her throat. Then a wilder shudder passed through her body as she felt the pressure increase. Her eyes opened wide and she raised her head, staring straight ahead at the wall dividing her room from the clinic in dismay as she felt Bobby's middle-finger slither right up into the tight little hole, burrowing slowly forward into her rectum in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks together and contract her anus in resistance. It sank inward to the first knuckle, then continued the lewd intrusion until it was buried all the way up in her warmly clinging rectal flesh.
As a soft moan of pain rose to the older woman's lips, Bobby flicked his thumb down into the moistly splayed flesh of her cunt, the striking contrast of sensations silencing her protest. Then her buttocks began of their own accord a slow, sensuous undulation as Bobby began to stroke up and down her tingling cunt-lips with his thumb, at the same time probing around deep in her rectum with his deeply worming middle finger.
As the pain-pleasure sensation increased, Tandy felt fresh tears rush to her eyes, but at the same time she was unable to stop the soft gyrations of her hips squirming up and down in a lewdly hunching motion on the bed. It wasn't the pain that made her want to cry, but the sudden shocking and devastating realization that in spite of all the perversion, in spite of even of the pain, the idea of being fucked in the asshole by this tender young thirteen-year old, debased and humiliated to the limits of warped sex, was beginning to appeal to her. Even as she sobbed, little tremors of masochistic pleasure started to course out over every tingling inch of her goosebumped flesh, and she could feel the fluttering excitement growing in her stomach.
Then she gasped as Bobby began to slowly withdraw his finger, and in spite of the relief, the tight rubbery walls of her inner rectal flesh seemed to cling to it protestingly. Her body jerked from the sharp pop as his finger left her completely, then lurched forward as Bobby rolled back on top of her and his finger was suddenly replaced by the blood-filled tip of his cock, prodding right up against the tightness of her finger-prepared anal entrance.
"Oooohhh!" she moaned, her eyes and mouth open wide as the suddenly lust-driven teenager lunged impatiently forward, his cock-head pressing right down against the tightly resisting little rectal opening and beginning to worm slowly up inside. The sudden white-hot pain caused new tears to rush to the nurse's eyes as she shivered and trembled beneath him from the raw sensation of the slender shaft of boyish flesh surging hungrily upward into her tight-fitting rectum. She heard him grunt behind her and his almost hairless young pelvis smack flatly against her naked asscheeks and knew that he had sunk his full tender young three inches all the way up inside her.
Sobbing from the momentary pain, Tandy dropped her face back onto the mattress, her buttocks still jerking forward in involuntary spasms from the shattering skewering of her now wide-split back passage. She was hopelessly impaled now. Her body was pinned down to the mattress beneath the boy and she'd taken his surging rod of flesh up to the hilt between her reluctantly upthrust asscheeks.
Then another slight, "Ooomph!" rose to her lips as Bobby began to move. But miraculously, it wasn't really as bad as she had feared. The pain was tempered by an even more vivid sensation of pleasure, however masochistic. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering of her rectum and she could feel the tight sac that held the boy's cum-filled testicles slap teasingly down below against the sensitive little slit of her cunt, sending undeniable ripples of pleasure darting out through her squirming body in delicious contrast to the pain. And as Bobby continued to drive smoothly into the rubbery tight rectal flesh, her soft mewls of agony and protest gradually began to change, becoming finally mewls of forbidden pleasure as the young teenager began to fuck even harder.
"God it's tight," he gasped, grunting and groaning and laboring above her. "I'm not gonna be able to go on much longer. It's gonna make me cum right away!"
For a moment longer Tandy hung in limbo, a part of her longing for Bobby to achieve his early climax and end the merciless assault, another part of her beginning to cry out for more and more of the weirdly pleasing sensation.
Then it was Bobby who turned the tide. In a sudden movement he slipped his hand in between Tandy's belly and the bunk mattress, thrusting his finger up between her thighs to stroke in swift little movements right over the hotly pulsing bud of her clitoris, further increasing the confusing contrast of sensation for the older woman. Tandy sobbed softly, then moaned even louder, suddenly rocking her buttocks :back and pulling her knees up beneath her body, lifting Bobby up into the standard 'dog fashion' position Jay Simmons had employed when he and Chris had fucked her between them. The shift in position better exposed her rectum so Bobby could thrust his cock even deeper into the sensitive tightness, and at the same time made it easier for him to reach her clitoris and the hotly pulsating slit of her cunt below.
Bobby grunted even more excitedly from her unexpected response, increasing the length of his own piercing lunges until he was unleashing the full fury of his lust with a series of mighty thrusts deep into her now greedily devouring anus. At the same time, he shoved his middle finger deep into the quivering softness of her cunt and increased the friction of his thumb's rapid stroking over her little twitching clitoral bud. Already he could feel the cum begin to well up in his balls and he knew it wouldn't be long now until he lost all control. But Nurse Wilson was really beginning to respond and he was determined to hold off as long as he possibly could.
Tandy's body was really coming to life now. The contrasting sensation in her two simultaneously ravished orifices had begun to merge. She could no longer clearly distinguish between the pain and the pleasure, and her nakedly squirming body shuddered as the waves of delight began to course in swift overwhelming tingles out over her lust-tortured flesh. In spite of all the inherent humiliation in the 'dog fashion' posture and the sheer degradation of the depraved act of sodomy, she was responding! She didn't have to fake it - she wanted it! Bobby's throbbing young penis ramming up into sensitively pulsing depths of her rectum was breaking down her will to resist and she screwed her buttocks back hungrily against the surging shaft of flesh that invaded her, longing for more and more of the lewdly masochistic titillation.
Behind her, Bobby groaned as he felt her anus contract even tighter around the lunging shaft of his cock. He knew he was kind of hurting her and he was trying to hold himself back. But the obscene triumph of watching her wallow in masochistic bliss before him, not to mention the sheer intensity of his own sensation, were more than he could stand. Trying to compensate for the pain with an even more frenzied stroking of his finger over the little quivering bud of her clitoris, Bobby began to fuck his painfully hardened young cock into her clasping rectum with even more violent force.
"Oooohhh! Aaaaggghhh!" Tandy moaned before the frenzied assault, her body thrashing beyond control from the obscene sensations of lewd lust and desire coursing crazily through her cunt and rectum.
Gasping, Bobby slacked off, reclining his weight heavily against the slavishly kneeling nurse's upthrust buttocks, his cock buried to the hilt in the hot rubbery tightness of her rectum. He flexed it a bare centimeter deeper sending another wanton shiver coursing the length of her softly perspiring body.
"I'm sorry," he groaned. "I'm hurting you."
"No," Tandy gasped, trembling beneath the boy's sagging weight. She grunted as he flexed his virile young penis up inside again, then turned her head to look back over her shoulder, and the lust-contorted expression on her face was like nothing Bobby had ever seen in his life. "No," she whimpered again. "I like it. I like it. I want you to assfuck me as hard as you want!"
Bobby could hardly believe his ears. He remembered all the time he'd spent, dreaming of doing this to Nurse Wilson, trying to work up the courage to ask her and invariably chickening out. Then when he finally had gotten up the guts, she'd been so appalled and shocked he thought she would never want anything to do with him again. And now his cock was embedded lewdly all the way up into the most precious depths of her sacred little asshole, filling and stretching the tightly resisting nether flesh until it was so tight he could hardly move. And she loved it. She wanted more and more, even if she had to beg for it. And now he was going to give it to her.
"Yes!" Tandy groaned as Bobby began to move again. "Yes, assfuck me. Assfuck me harder! Assfuck me harder!"
Again Tandy dropped her face down onto the pillow, her buttocks jerking and waving in complete submission now as Bobby resumed his youth-driven fucking, his cock swelling even larger in her burning rectum as the cum surged in his balls and began its mad dash up the blood-stiffened rod.
Again she rocked backwards, taking the lust-inflamed hardness even deeper, screwing her buttocks around and around in a passionate rotating motion. She knew the young kid really was going to cum any minute now, and she strained and fought desperately for her own release. She hovered on the brink for what seemed like an unbearable eternity; yet still it eluded her, and now Bobby was running out of time.
"Finger-fuck me harder," Tandy gasped in sheer desperation. "Fuck your middle finger harder up into my pussy. Make me cum too."
As Bobby slammed down on the camp nurse's helplessly writhing body with an even mightier wracking stroke, he slipped his middle finger harder up into the softly parting lips of her already lewdly moistened flesh, worming it up into the unresisting softness until it was buried to the knuckle in her vagina. Wiggling it deep inside her, he began to finger-fuck swiftly in and out as he felt the last of his own control fading and the cum surged up hotly from his balls and began to splatter in thick squirting droplets deep up into the desperately clasping tightness of her rectum.
"Yes," Tandy purred as she felt the boy's shattering lunges becoming even more intense, the obscenely shooting sperm that filled her rectum further lubricating the tight clinging orifice until the pain faded entirely.
"Yes, yes," she hissed deliriously back at him, as she felt the waves of a wildly rising orgasm begin to build in her own body. "Yessss, finger my clitoris too. Finger my clitoris with your thumb."
Bobby willingly complied, and moments later the devastating convulsions of her climax began to explode in swift, relentless intervals through Tandy's passion-wracked body. She sobbed without restraint from the shattering waves of ecstasy coursing through her rectum and loins, bucking wildly beneath Bobby's final wracking lunges up between her widely flaring buttocks.
With a last grunt Bobby sagged back tiredly on the camp nurse's still spasmodically trembling buttocks, feeling the little spasms continue to shake her nakedly kneeling body for several moments longer. Then his lust-spent penis began to deflate up in her cum-filled rectum and he withdrew slowly and rolled over tiredly on his back.
Tandy kissed the exhausted young boy softly on the cheek, gazing at him with all her engulfing warmth and tenderness and gratitude. Then she laughed softly, gasping to catch her own breath.
"That wasn't so bad after all," she purred.
Bobby watched her out of the corner of his eye, his heart still pounding wildly from the excitement that lingered, mentally, with him.
"In fact, I really liked it," Tandy said. "I never dreamed I could like that, but I guess almost anything two real lovers can do together can be fun." She paused, biting her lips. "I was really a prude before all this started, Bobby. But, thanks to you and the other boys, I don't think I am anymore. And I don't think I ever will be again, though I guess I still have a long way to go. But Bobby, I want you to know that whatever happens, I won't ever regret this."
"I liked it too," Bobby said sincerely.
They lay together in silence for a few moments longer, then got up and dressed. They were on their way back to the first-aid clinic when Jay came through the clinic door, panting tiredly, his face marked with alarm.
"It's all over camp!" he exclaimed.
"What?" Bobby croaked, his eyes widening. .
"About Nurse Wilson." He paused a moment, gasping to catch his breath. Then, averting his eyes, he continued: "You know that day you came to our tent? Well before Ghris and me came here, I told one of the seventh graders that you'd said Nurse Wilson had sucked you off. And I guess he figured out what was happening, and started spreading the word when he saw Jim and Willy and the rest of us coming in here all the time."
"Oh Jesus!" Bobby gasped, his face turning white.
"What's he talking about?" Tandy asked, scowling as she looked at Bobby, then briefly at Jay, then back at Bobby.
Bobby hesitated, his eyes cast down to the floor. Then he lifted them slowly, looking shame-faced at her. "That first day after I came here to ask you to tell me about the facts of life ..."
"Yes."
"Well, the next morning I went and bragged to Jay and Chris about what had happened and..."
"Oh," Tandy said, lowering her own eyes. So Bobby had betrayed her trust, even that first time, and that was why Chris and Jay had showed up right after he'd sucked her pussy the next day. The whole thing had been a set-up.
But now that made little difference. And the more important aspect of Jay's revelation gradually crept over her. Now the whole camp knew about her. The rest mattered very little anymore. That seemed like an eternity ago anyway.
At last Tandy returned her eyes to the shame-faced youngster. Bobby was nervously fidgeting now, for the worst he had feared, their beautiful nurse would find out that he'd broken his promise to her, had finally happened.
"It's alright, Bobby. Don't feel bad about it. This was going to happen sooner or later anyway. It's alright."
She reached out with her hand, running her fingers lightly through Bobby's hair, then managed a faint smile at Jay before she sighed and said: "Well, I guess I'd better get ready to leave. I'm afraid the party's over."
TEN
Tandy sighed contentedly as she felt Ken Logan withdraw his lust-spent penis and snuggle down beside her.
"That was good," she whispered, breathing hotly into his ear. "That was really good."
Ken took her in his strong arms and kissed her softly on her naked shoulder. "I thought so, too," he said. "I don't think I've ever been sucked like that in my life." He paused, looking over with a tired smile. "Oh yeah. One more thing."
"What?"
"I heard the story about you and Bobby."
Tandy laughed softly, drawing back from him. "I've been waiting for that. But you do have a nice way of telling me." She took her hand and fondled his hair between her fingers. "Did you talk to him?"
Ken nodded. "I wanted to make sure I had all the facts straight before I took any action. I thought that was only fair."
"I'm grateful," Tandy said tenderly. She softly stroked his forehead, then she paused. "What about Bobby?"
"He was scared stiff when he came in to my office. From the look on his face one would have thought the world was going to come to an end. But after we'd talked for a while, and he realized he wasn't going to get in trouble, he began to relax. He's really a very nice boy."
"I know," Tandy said dreamily, looking away from the naked man who lay on his back beside her. "Very nice."
Ken chuckled softly. "You liked him a lot, didn't you?"
Tandy propped herself up on an elbow and gazed down into Ken's warm, friendly eyes as she trailed a fingernail down his hairy chest. "Yes, I did. Too much."
She took her hand away, then reached down to retrieve the sheet and pull it over their naked bodies.
As she snuggled back into Ken's arms, he rolled over on his side and looked down at her. "I'm going to hate to see you leave, but you know I have no other choice. The word about you and the boys is already all over camp, and it won't be long before others start finding out, too. In fact, I'd advise you to relocate, as fast as as you can."
"I am," Tandy said. "I was actually going to leave this afternoon when I heard that Jay had told one of the seventh graders about what happened with Bobby and me last week, but then I decided ... I decided: What the hell? It had taken a whole week for the camp to find out, and I figured I might as well stay as long as I could and have some fun before I left. I was already done for anyway. There was no changing that."
"You really enjoyed yourself then?" he grinned.
She nodded. "Lots."
They watched each other in silence for a moment, then Ken wet his lips. "I wouldn't want it to get around that I said this, but I think this last week has really done you a lot of good."
Tandy smiled. "It has. I was missing out on a lot of living. I know that now, and I'm going to try to catch up on it."
Ken sat up and looked down at her. "Say, I have a friend who runs a camp in Pennsylvania ..." He' watched as she arched her naked breasts, a faint glimmer of interest creeping across her face. "I could set you up with him if you want."
Tandy laughed softly. "You know, Ken darling, I just might like that. Why, if I can last a whole week at all the boy's camps in the country, I'll have a job for life . . . and a helluva lotta fun!"
