The battered war-time jeep, a khaki testimony to the murderous failures of humanity, lurched and ground over the dusty, rutted road connecting the outskirts of Da Nang, South Viet Nam, to the shores of the South China Sea. The passenger, directing the adventure, might have chosen to travel one of the fresh asphalt highways, a recent arrival to the countryside since the invasion of American business; but instead, Pat Keefer wanted to remember South Viet Nam as she'd first seen it in its fresh post-war days when she stepped off the plane of volunteer nurses from American three years ago.
The volunteer orphanage nurse lifted her hand to shade her eyes from the burning fire ball in the August skies and, interpreting the road sign, pointed to the left. Her escort, a fifteen year old Viet Namese boy, made a tight turn following the direction of her slender finger, and ground the gears of the jeep with one hand while the other hand swiped at a bud of perspiration purling down his richly tanned forehead.
Pat sat stoically, fighting back the tears of silent sorrow welling inside her, her body jerking up and down with the heaving of each jolt, the shock absorbers of the jeep having worn out long ago with the passing of history. Tomorrow she would be leaving the country she'd learned to call home, despite its war ravaged countryside, now empty craters filled with decaying bones to fertilize the desolate wastelands that had once bloomed so rich and fertile. Now they were raped by mortars and bombs, land suitable now only for the encroaching fingers of American capitalism anxious to cover the rich land with cement. It all seemed so sad, somehow, though it had happened throughout history. The redheaded nurse drew a deep sigh and stole a glance at the fifteen year old boy maneuvering the jeep, musing how coincidental it seemed that wars seemed to separate into North and South-Viet Nam, Korea, the American Civil War. Now even Northern Ireland was setting itself apart. Why never East and West?
She wanted to ask the bronze-faced boy with the shock of jet black hair foresting his delicately featured head, but knew it would be impossible to communicate such profundities to a boy who'd known nothing but bombs, death, and destruction for all of his fifteen years. The thought broke a weary sadness in her heart.
Those eyes, she thought with a swelling in her swan-like throat, those dark passionate eyes. Where would Kim be in another few years? Working for an American company in some menial capacity in his home city of Da Nang? Go on to some Americanized school? Get married and raise a family? Hoping to God his children would not have to suffer the same atrocities he'd known. He'd refused to board the ships leaving for the United States, choosing instead to stay here in his war-torn homeland where his parent's three-acre farm had been burned to the ground when he was eight years old. He would rather have no parents at all, he'd told her stoically when the opportunity to leave was presented him, than to leave Viet Nam. Since then, of all the children in the Da Nang Orphanage, and there had been many, he had stolen her heart. In those dark liquid eyes she saw all of the homeless children of the world; universal suffering.
And that's why she'd come to Viet Nam, remembered Pat with a swelling of her heart, to help those less fortunate than herself. Pat, the twenty-eight year old volunteer nurse, born of a wealthy Bostonian family, pulled a handkerchief from her canvas bag that sat at her feet on the floor of the dirty, rusted jeep and poked a clothes finger to her cheek to catch the wet pearling sadness. Her mission was ended.
'Guilt complex of the rich,' her boyfriend, Chad, had called it, trying to convince her not to go to Viet Nam, to stay at home and raise a family. But in her Irish determination, she'd shook her head and refused. She had something to give mankind, she'd rebuked, and she wanted to answer her calling before age proved a deterrent to her altruistic desires. She'd followed her whims and felt richer for it. There were things in life money could not buy, and in her red-headed insistence, she'd proven it true.
Only her Uncle Everett, a ex-war-time surgeon, now on the honored staff of Rochester's famed Mayo Clinic encouraged her ambitions, against Pat's parents' objection that her demure upbringing, an ex-debutante, had no business attacking a heavy job with lifting mattresses and pushing wheelchairs-all the physical labor that goes along with hospital work, and especially in a war-torn country. No, they'd insisted, their petite Pat could not be that strong.
But what challenge could she look forward to now that the orphanage was closing to be re-located in Saigon under healthier, more modern conditions? Tomorrow the nurses' tents would be torn down, the sagging, blood-spattered cots burned and a new corps of doctors and nurses would move the children to their new home. Yes. the orphanage would be closed, she sniffed, and with it, her maternal role as comforter to the sick and maimed, the family-less and impoverished.
Maybe it wouldn't be as difficult adjusting to the United States as she'd feared, she hoped, drawing in a deep cooling breath, thankful they were nearing the ocean now where the soft misty breezes had cooled her fevered heart many times in the past three years. Boston would appear ignorantly plastic and meaningless compared to the grim realities and fears of life and death. Oh, but there had been cheerful times, too, times filled with the welling emotions of watching the expressions on children's faces as they stared starry eyed at the sight of a sparkling Christmas tree for the first time and fumbled with clumsy fingers at the merry red ribbons on their first Christmas present sent from the United States, a gift of some concerned organization. Or, witnessing a child who, after months of laying helpless on a hospital bed, finally summoned the strength to walk again. What could be more real than that?
Pat looked over at her chauffeur, his strong young arms guiding the jeep over and between the ruts, his deep eyes glimmering with enthusiasm for life...and thought of Chad. Chad was real, very real. And so was his love. Pat squirmed in the hot plastic tatters of the jeep's seat, and pulled her blue uniform up past her knees, hoping the air would billow her skirt and cool her legs against the steamy hotness of the jeep's motor. She rested her elbow on the scorching metal of the door and supported her head on her upturned palm, feeling her body buoyantly lurch and jerk with each rut in the road. Chad...she sighed, staring out over the jewel-like blue of the ocean ahead. She could envision him now, though it has been so long. His dark hair, his erect posture, his dignified air. Rather like Kim, she thought with a smile, admiring the young boy's sophisticated demeanor. Would Chad have changed? Maybe a hint of gray at the temples? A duller blue in his eyes? She hoped not. But then wishes didn't always come true, for if they did, he would be with her right now. A stroke of bad luck had prevented that, though, when his work visa was rejected by the Viet Namese government; he'd chosen to stay in Boston and teach instead.
Chad...oh, how good it would be to lay in his arms once again, to feel a real live man next to her, to caress her needing flesh and whisper in her ear. And best of all, though she dare not think about it now, to feel his rigid manhood seeking the warm velvet of her secret treasures and push inside to her long neglected inner flesh. She could almost imagine him as he thrust in and out between the warm, clasping walls, groaning and moaning with pleasure. As she thought of the forbidden Image, the warm tingling that had begun up between her legs so much earlier increased, almost maddeningly. She wriggled on the seat trying to make the sensation go away, but it stayed, obdurately. Had she been in the privacy of her tent, she would have reached down to rub it, dispelling the lewd sensation in a moment of expert manipulations.
She pressed her thighs tightly together again as the lewd stirrings began to churn inside her. And now she felt the moisture begin to seep down between her legs, felt it dampen the little patch of sparse hematin hair that nestled there. She began to squirm her buttocks against the hard plastic seat as she tried to quiet the lascivious tingle.
Why should remembrances of love with Chad come back to haunt her now after three years of abstinence from him? Why couldn't her imagination leave her body the virgin wasteland it had been for so long? She felt her heart beating faster and faster as the road disappeared behind them and they neared the breathtaking view of the South China Sea. Again she studied the stoic male beside her and for an infinitesimal second, her mind tricked her into thinking it was Chad there next to her.
An aching hunger began to slowly spread inside her and she gazed tenderly at young Kim. Oh dear God! It would be so exciting if it were Chad there. How she yearned to show him the beauties of Viet Nam, the subject of her bi-weekly letters to him. She wondered guiltily if Kim knew what she was thinking about and why, after sitting still for the first part of the journey she had suddenly become animated in her seat, squirming and resettling. And she wondered too if he...if he had ever...she paused, and then let the word slip unimpeded into her mind. Fuck. Had Kim ever made love to a girl? She remembered him paying special attention to one budding North Vietnamese girl who'd been brought down from Hue. Could he have?
She shuddered as the excitement that possessed her spread from her hot, clammy stomach upwards to the nipples of her hardening breasts. She felt her breath coming in short gasps now, and Pat turned crimson at the thought that Kim might notice her sudden strange behavior. And yet she was helpless to put those thoughts to rest. It had been so long, so damned long and, once again, she twisted against the seat to put out those desires.
It seemed that the jeep ground on forever toward the blue jewel ahead-on beyond time and into eternity-Pat wanted to jump out of the jeep and run toward the cleansing water, to rid herself of the lascivious thoughts that had suddenly held her mind prisoner. Then at the next turn, Kim halted the jeep. Ahead lay the South China Sea. Pat sank back in the seat and mopped her forehead; cold with sweat. And when at last she had stopped trembling, when her heart had stopped racing and slowed to its normal beat, when she could trust herself to control her weird and wanton feelings, she opened the door and hopped out, shoes in one hand. It was time to say goodbye to the waves.
Kim wasted no time catching up with the American nurse, her blue uniform dancing in the warm sunshine. They walked together side by side, Pat's face brimming with everything good and genuine in life. She tried desperately to think of something to say to Kim, but he only spoke a little English and she very little Vietnamese, except for a smattering of French which seemed to strike neutral ground. And for a second she wished she were alone to enjoy her last day here in the richness of the Southeast Asian land, but it had been the head nurse's insistent demands that she be escorted that led to Pat's choice of Kim to drive her.
She cleared her throat from time to time, feeling her toes wiggle into the warm, white sand, her dress clinging to her legs, shoes in one hand. Kim kept up her pace, his hands thrust boyishly in his pants. Every few steps he would glance up into her beaming perfect face, staring into her blue eyes that mirrored the ocean that he loved, too, and he seemed to understand her need for solitude in an unspoken plea for silence.
Far down the beach two fishermen stooped on haunches, their fishing poles thrust into the sand, their straw thatched hats silhouetted in the afternoon sun. The waves were wind whipped now, coming in strong from the East, leaving bits of froth to cling to the coarse sand near the shore. It was a breathtaking sight...so simple, yet so elegantly real. Pat stared in joy and wonder, happy that she had come for one last glance before returning to the complex warren of Boston. She could see that Kim, too, was pleased with the sight, moved by the beauty of the sea and vignette of his countrymen as they humbly stooped, gathering only what they needed from the life-giving seas. That pleased Pat, so intuitive was his communication. She would miss that silent appreciation in Boston where children were rowdy and spoiled, always competing for attention.
Impulsively she reached out her hand to the youth and felt the pressure of his strong fingers against hers. A little thrill of joy coursed through her, and then she shook her head. It was ridiculous, she told herself. She should reserve that for Chad. They strolled on, Kim occasionally stopping to scoop up a handful of sand, glowing as he sifted through the water-worn shells, then letting the fineness sift through his fingers. Pat tried to imagine Chad doing the same thing...but no, Chad was not like that. He was not a very sensitive person, despite his other refined qualities.
She stopped for a moment and sat down on a huge rock jutting out from the beach, and closed her eyes, hearing the sighing of the wind and the ebbing waters reaching shore. She felt Kim's hand on hers, and it gave her a comfortable feeling. It seemed to communicate years of hope, appreciation, and good will toward the nurse who had smiled upon his life. Pat felt his hand close tighter around hers, and now the little thrills of excitement she had felt before began to course through her. But this was nonsense, she told herself, yanking back a strand of flaming red hair. Nonsense!
And yet the excitement persisted. She felt the nearness of the handsome young boy, was acutely aware that he was sitting beside her on the rock, and had a sudden urge to reach out to him. The nurse shook her head again, knowing this was absurd...she was a grown woman and he was only an adolescent. But then, she thought, why not? She would never see him after today. Why not show the affection she'd felt for him? Why not put her arm around his shoulder; she'd done it many times in the past, but then it had always been in the presence of other people.
Softly, she reached out to him, her hand on his shoulder and pulled him slightly closer. Then she edged nearer to him...closer and closer on the generous rock until she felt her thighs brushing against his. Once again the wild excitement coursed through her blood, like little pin-points of pleasure setting her on fire. She tried to brush them aside, the way she would have brushed off an annoying mosquito...but they were too strong, and she felt a pleasure that was terrible in its sense of guilt, as though she were another American taking advantage of a helpless war victim.
The remembrance, the lewd lascivious image of Chad making love to her came back in full force now, and she felt one more time the tingling excitement up there between her legs, felt the hungry aching longing deep in the center of her very being. She dropped her head to his shoulder, feeling protected there. And then, again on impulse, the whim of the moment, as changing as the sea itself, she slipped her hand beneath his gaping shirt and gently caressed the naked warmth of his shoulders.
She felt his hot, sweet breath against her cheek, mellowing the cool breezes of the wind lashing the other. Oh dear God! It was so beautiful! Life was so rich and beholding. So beautiful here by the sea and next to this young boy. They were sharing this experience together, uniting them in a way Chad would never understand...or open himself to. She realized suddenly how lonely she had been for the past years. It had been a fine idea taking him along, a very fine idea. At least she could remember days of sharing; it wasn't all loneliness.
The last of ebbing waves washed on shore, leaving a bubbly patch of froth in its stead, and Pat withdrew her hand and straightened up, then struggled against the rock and reached up to unbutton the top button of her blue uniform. Today would be the last day she would be wearing it.
Beneath her tight dress her lushly ripe red breasts throbbed, the tiny buds of her nipples hardening. She heard her breath coming faster now, and wondered if Kim noticed anything. Once again she felt the terrible urge to touch him, to fondle him, and she shut her eyes fighting back the temptation. She squirmed against the seat as the wetly throbbing excitement up between her legs grew in intensity. Her skirt rode up with the wind over her full sensuous thighs, exposing their naked richness to Kim's eyes. She ought to pull it down, she told herself, ought to act the prim nurse. But something held her back, some hint of evil in her heart made her freeze into immobility like a marble statue, while the youth's eyes remained riveted to the smooth white flesh that showed above the cap of her knee.
It had been like that in the jeep, she remembered, and the memory of that moment brought back the almost unendurable agony she felt. Her hands trembled in her lap, and in her anguish and need she reached out again to the boy beside her, taking his hand in hers. Almost unconsciously she drew it toward her, drew it to her quivering breasts, letting it touch first one and then the other.
The contact sent little sparks shooting through her veins that set her on fire. She saw that Kim trembled too, that his own excitement was growing just as hers was. Oh dear God! Danger ahead, as dangerous as any mortar shell could ever be. Yet she had pressed the button. She couldn't stop herself!
Her head whirled now, spinning as it had moments ago in the jeep, and the harrowing memory of Chad's lovemaking washed over her mind again, sending sexual waves through her. The thought of Kim's swelling manhood seemed to push everything out of her mind, and she knew now only her insatiable desire for it. Yes, she wanted to strip the boy, to touch his warm trembling flesh, to hold him close to her.
She sucked in her breath, struggling against this shocking and illicit perversion. He's only a child, she told herself. Only a child!
But another voice answered her. And I'm a woman. A woman! With a woman's needs and a woman's desires...And I need and desire this young orphan boy.
She shuddered almost convulsively, fighting to restrain herself. And then at last she knew that she could not be denied.
"Kim" she said softly, pulling his eager young face close to her own. "Oh, Kim!"
Her lips pressed passionately against his, and that first illicit touch caused her love-starved body to burst into flames. And then she felt his tongue as it pressed against her own wet mouth, felt it slip between her moistly trembling lips, felt it as it swirled against her own tongue. It sank deep into the warm moist cavern, and the touch of the boy's tongue against her own sent spasms of ecstasy up and down her spine. She leaned back, hoping against hope that Kim would continue...that he would slip his hand beneath the elastic band of her panties, finding her throbbing little clitoris hidden beneath her sparse pubic hair and touch it, caressing it until it exploded in rapture. She wanted him to part the fleshy lips of her wetly pulsating cunt, wanted him to insert a finger deep into her hot excited hole, wanted him to...oh, God, she thought. She wanted him to make love to her!
Pat managed to gasp. "Oh, no, no. . . we shouldn't. . . " but she made no effort to really stop the boy who seemed now as lust-incited as herself.
She leaned back against the rock once more, feeling the terrible constriction of the clothes she still wore. She wanted to strip them off, wanted to feel her full young breasts burst free, feel the cool sea air pass across them. But no, she told herself, no! The pleasure, overwhelming as it might be, was still forbidden.
Forbidden! Yet, in her agitated state the word meant nothing. She knew she had to enjoy this young boy's flesh now, knew that she must take him into her...keep him there, hold him as their mutual excitement mounted...until the two became one.
"Oh, no, we shouldn't," the trembling nurse said again. "Oh, no, we shouldn't." It was a useless plea; Kim would not understand.
But she took his hand again, guiding it to her excitedly throbbing breasts. A nod of her head informed him of what he was to do and, understanding implicitly, he slipped it down into the deep vee of her uniform, slipped it beneath her soft and fragile fabric of her lacy white nylon brassiere.
She moaned softly as his fingers gently touched the sensitive nakedness of one full mounded breast, moving across the smooth skin, circling the firmness until at last he reached her erect little nipple. He took it between his thumb and forefinger, teasing and taunting while new waves of the same forbidden pleasure crashed through Pat's heatedly aroused body. With a loud moan, she realized that she had lost all reason. The shy, reticent nurse had become a raging woman, all knowledge of good and evil, of right and wrong gone.
She knew nothing but the wanton pleasure of the moment, the unrelenting desire that encompassed her and stroked her sensual nerves to a fever-pitch of excitement. Everything faded from her mind but the thought of her mounting passion.
As if unaware of what she was doing-as if she had chosen to disregard her moralistic and fine upbringing-the frantic nurse suddenly began unbuttoning the front of her nurses' uniform and pulled her arms free of it. Moaning low, she turned her back to Kim, indicating that he was to unhook her brassiere, to remove it from her proudly up-thrust breasts.
She managed to look up, to stare into Kim's deep, liquid eyes; they were glazed with a lewd excitement that she never would have expected of him, and she knew that he, too, was now beyond thought, beyond reason. She nodded, giving the boy her permission, going beyond that to signal her demand that he strip her, and then she felt his clumsy young fingers fumbling with the small steel hooks of her brassiere. He struggled briefly, said something she couldn't understand in Vietnamese, and then at last...at last, the restricting garment fell free. Pat sighed audibly, her voice throaty, and pulled Kim's head close to her, crushing his wet young mouth against her warm soft breasts. She sighed again and then felt the transcendental joy of his moistly ovaled lips enclose one taut nipple, his tongue shooting out to caress it wetly. His lips closed over the little bud, as hard as a berry now, and he began to suck on it as if he wanted to extract the last drop of sweetness from it.
The wanton waves of excitement mounting in Pat's body crashed over her, enveloping her almost completely. She seemed to bob against them, feeling the explosive happiness spill forth. And then she let her legs splay outward obscenely, waiting for the electrifying moment when Kim's fingers would part her soft pubic hair and slip slowly between the full fleshy lips of her cunt. She sucked in her breath in delight at the obscene thought, and imagined the moment when his hard young cock would enter her, fucking deep inside her belly, surging through her hotly clasping cuntal walls.
She wiggled backwards on the hard rock, inviting him to slip his shaking hands down beneath the elastic waistband of her panties, to explore the most secret flesh of her being, to trail his fingers down over her hips and thighs. No word was spoken, and yet the boy seemed to know instinctively-after a long, pregnant pause she felt his inexperienced hands upon her flesh. And then a sudden knowledge of her own evil seemed to rush through her, breaking over her like a roaring wave until she felt as if she were submerged by it, drowning in it. God, she was corrupting this young orphan-the very child she had sought to protect-taking his innocence away from him.
She gasped for breath and pushed Kim away, shaking her head and moaning incoherently. "No," she whimpered. "No, I can't."
Kim drew away from her in surprise and she squirmed, pulling her skirt down, searching for her bra, putting it on, then slipping her arms through the gaping sleeves of her uniform. She turned to look at the boy and saw the passion, deep and seething, in his young face. Oh, God! What had she done? She had lost all control.
She couldn't bring herself to answer that question. She knew only one thing now and that was that she must get away from here, get away from this youth who filled her with this lewd perverted desire.
She scooped up her shoes in one hand, rescuing them from the wet sand, then slid off the rock and hurried down the beach, the cooling breezes calming her fevered heart. She hurried toward the little waves that lapped against the pebbled shore of the sea, embroidering it with a lacy fringe. She stood there trembling almost uncontrollably for a long while, trying to understand what it was that was happening to her. Pat breathed deeply of the cool, misty air taking it into her lungs, holding it there, rejoicing in its pure and refreshing substance. And when she was calm again, subdued and in full control, she let her shoes drop onto the pebbled ground and sat down next to them.
She felt grateful for her escape from such an ultimate evil and relaxed, her mind beginning to clear at last. And then she felt, rather than heard, Kim's timid approach as he came quietly, cat-like along the path she herself had trodden. She sensed his presence as he stood behind her, knew instinctively-it was hardly necessary to turn and look-that he had dropped to his knees, and that he was sitting next to her, staring into space as she was, over the vast sea of blue.
The lovely young nurse knew, without looking, that he was still trembling with desire for her, knew that she had lit a flame which could never be extinguished, had awakened a longing that could not be denied. She had done this to him, and she was evil to cause him such torment. God! She had been the aggressor. Not him! Pat felt him inching closer to her, and when at last his strong young arms snaked around her shoulders, she knew that she must give herself to him freely. It was meant to be; there was no fighting fate.
Once again, but now as if he could not restrain himself and not at all as if the incitement came from her, he slipped his nimble fingers down beneath her bra. Pat gasped for breath as she waited for the electrifying moment when his steel-strong young fingers would touch the smooth soft skin of her naked breast. And when they did, when she felt the electric contact which set off new waves of quivering excitement in her voluptuous young body, she was unable to summon the least amount of resistance. Oh, dear God! She wanted this so much...she longed for it...she craved the pressure of his mouth against hers, the feel of his lithe young body against her wildly throbbing breasts, her quivering thighs.
She sighed ecstatically as he trailed his fingers over the warm nakedness of her breast, as he cupped and kneaded it. And then throwing aside all her doubts and uncertainties, she let herself submit completely. With a little gasp of pleasured anguish she began to strip off her clothing almost as she had done before. But now there was nothing to stop her, nothing to hold her back. All that existed in the world was this moment of wonder when at last she would be joined with this young boy in the ultimate ecstasy.
She dropped the encumbering garments nearby, then sucked in her breath as Kim moved closer...at last...at long last...to slip his hands beneath the waistband of her panties, to pull them quickly and expertly down over her trembling hips and thighs. She moved from side to side, helping him to ease them the length of her eagerly trembling body, and then she stretched out her own hands to help the boy undress.
Her hands stopped suddenly as it touched the lurching bulge of flesh beneath his pants. He wants me, Pat thought. He wants me! With an abrupt movement the lust-crazed nurse found the zipper and pulled it down, then slipped her hand beneath his trousers to feel his burgeoning young cock. Her heart was filled with pleasure now, and her naked young body vibrated in tune to his, like a violin string tuned too high.
She helped the youth strip, just as he had helped her. She unbuttoned his cotton shirt, feeling his warm bare tawny flesh beneath her own shivering hand, then reached down to unbuckle his belt. Her hand slowly encircled his young cock, then drew it out. But suddenly she grew impatient. "I want to see you as naked as I am."
He helped her as she pulled the rest of his easily removable clothes off. He had held his eyes closed almost since he had appeared to her beside the ocean and sat down beside her. But now he opened them and sucked in his breath at the sight of his lovely nurse beside him. He had never seen a woman with red hair before he met Pat.
He had seen women naked before, seductively so, as the nurses at the orphanage lounged in their private tents forgetful of the flapping canvas opening that served as a door. He and his friends had snuck out of bed many times to watch the 'late night show' as they'd come to call it. Kim remembered, still with a small qualm of guilt, the girl from Hue he had taken out for a walk on a late Saturday afternoon. Her name was Kyo, and the only reason he'd asked her for the walk was that all his friends had told him she was a real firecracker. What they'd said had turned out to be correct, and she had been more than willing. . . delighted even...to half-strip for him and to lie back and to take his warm throbbing cock deep into her own pulsating little cunt.
It had been over very quickly, and Kim had to admit that it hadn't been very exciting or satisfying. Then she had gone back to the girls dormitory of the orphanage, leaving him with not much more than the memory of her soft tawny buttocks undulating and the moment when he had shot his boiling sperm deep into her belly.
And now he was alone and stripped naked, completely naked, with this marvelous woman who had begged him to strip naked with her. The ocean breezes played across his golden skin, raising goose bumps half from desire and half from the sensual feeling as it breezed over his naked body. He groaned aloud as her small, long-fingered hand encircled his hotly pulsating cock, and he saw the tiny drops of lubricating fluid that oozed from its tip in his mounting lust. As her soft white hand began to massage it, to stroke it, drawing the heavy foreskin back and forth, he watched as if mesmerized.
Suddenly the beautiful red-headed nurse leaned over to flick her tiny pink tongue out, attempting to lick away the moisture at the tip. Kim gasped and reached for her full swaying breasts, cupping them in both hands as he felt their nipples, hard and pulsating again, pressing into his palms. He was in heaven! No dream, no time-wasting day dream could have compared to the rapture he felt at this moment. It was like the American movies they showed at the orphanage on Saturday nights.
Pat's head seemed to go down and down...almost forever...as she opened her lovely mouth around his lust-swollen cock-head and slide her wetly ovaled lips over, the throbbing shaft of virile flesh. She sucked his cock deep into her warm wet mouth, then her tongue lashed against the heavy-veined flesh.
Oh God! It was better than anything! Kim had never felt anything like this, and he could scarcely control his quivering body as her soft wet lips warmly encircled his cock and then sucked their way to its very tip until finally the point of her tongue taunted the tip of it.
The hot and searing blood raced frantically through his limbs, and then suddenly his hot, hungry mouth was all over her face and lips, his tongue sinking deeply into her open mouth as his hands greedily kneaded and explored the naked contours and crevices of her milky white flesh.
Chills ran the length of his spine as she pulled her face away to begin sucking again on his quivering cock, sending it to a painful hardness. She sucked until he thought he would go out of his mind, until suddenly she moved up and began kissing him passionately on the mouth again. Her tongue shot deep into his mouth, finding his tongue and sucking gently on it, nibbling sharply at it to send an exquisite agony of pleasure rippling through him.
She turned and lifted herself now, then rolled over to lie on top of her naked young lover, madly fucking her tongue in and out of his mouth, crushing him tight to her and running her hand exploringly down his lean flesh, searching eagerly into his private hollows.
She felt his eager young cock pressing against her thighs and almost savagely, felt it poised, pulsating and ready now, the warm and swollen head against the narrow hair-lines slit of her cunt. In a moment, she thought...in a moment his virilely hardened young cock would plunge deep inside her...and with a sudden insatiable desire she rolled over to lie beside the fifteen year old boy. As she did so, Pat lifted her hips off the sand, put her arms beneath her buttocks, and with both hands spread her feverishly throbbing cuntal lips wide to receive him.
A second later the naked young redheaded nurse felt the first searing contact of her sensitive cuntal flesh with his rigidly heated young cock, then caught the throbbing member tightly between her thighs as she dropped her buttocks back onto the sand.
Kim's head spun in wonder at the excited pleasure of the moment. He trailed his hands over the soft curves of his beautiful nurse's naked body as she began a slow, rhythmic undulation. He felt the long smooth muscles and cords beneath his hands as her flesh rippled slightly, and he could already imagine the feel of her tightly gripping thighs that would grip "his buttocks when he sank his youthful hardness deep into her.
Pat writhed her flat belly tight up to him and moaned as he worked his hands beneath her to cup the fullness of her ass-cheeks, drawing her loins up even closer to him. He began to move up and down, slowly sliding his lust-hardened shaft of flesh along the full length of her widespread pussy lips that grew more wet with each splashing wave. Gradually, her firm full buttocks began a frantic rotation up against his loins until at last her long lithe legs shot out to the sides of his naked body and her calves pressed against the back of his thighs as she tried to pull him into her.
Moaning, the naked red-headed nurse reached down to grab his virilely throbbing cock and guide it further between the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her cunt, while Kim groaned in wild delight at her touch. And then, with a quick sure movement of his hips, he drove his long hard cock deep into the tight grasping hole of her hotly quivering cunt.
"Ooooooohhh, yes, baby. like that. Fuck me...like that." Pat moaned, almost out of her mind with the sheer wonderment of the pleasure that swept through her cock-hungry loins. Her moist velvet passage walls encased his pulsating rock-hard flesh with an amazing tightness, and now it was the youth's turn to shrilly cry out his ecstasy.
He began to thrust wildly, sending his long aching cock up into her wetly clasping pussy with ever more vigorous strokes. As he drove and pounded, the way was eased by the flow of her cuntal lubricating fluid until finally the blood-inflated head of his youthful organ was scraping against her cervix.
Pat whimpered in torment and lewdly twisted beneath him, impaling herself now even deeper on the thick heavy cock that probed the fiery depths of her joyously rippling belly. It was obvious that the boy was enjoying the sheer power of his position over this beautiful American nurse, and he grinned in lewd triumph as he flexed the head of his cock again and again, causing her to moan between clenched teeth.
Pat strained up against him, arching her loins as he began thrusting with ever increasing intensity deep into her wetly clasping pussy. She was moaning rhythmically now, screwing her trembling ass cheeks back down against the sand. As she felt the rapture growing in her loins, she opened her legs to their fullest so that the handsome teenaged boy might have greater access to her moist inner passage, could embed his youthful cock to the hilt in her cuntal hole.
Suddenly Kim sensed his eagerly throbbing cock swelling and growing until it seemed that it would at last burst from his sheer joy. His sperm-bloated balls smacked repeatedly against her anus, and he groaned as he slaved above her, trying with all his might to satisfy the wildly thrashing older woman before he came.
Pat wailed and began to twist beneath him, and her lewd pleading incited him further; he fucked harder, grinding his pelvis even deeper into her tightly quivering pussy. With a sudden sense of teenaged pride, he realized that she was now straining up against him, her mouth open wide, her eyes blank and unseeing. God, he was going to make her cum! He fucked harder and deeper into her moistly heated flesh as she moaned incessantly. Her legs tightened around his hips and then released and she began to work up and down with his wildly throbbing cock while her head tossed from side to side and her mouth fell open in wild abandon.
And then, abruptly, the passion mounted beyond anything Pat had felt for three long, man-less years. Her moment of release came like a rolling wave of thunder, and she curled her toes, willing it-wanting it! And then she could resist no longer and she was groaning over and over again. "Ooooooh, my God!"
From somewhere, so far away that it seemed surely to be a million miles away from her, she felt the boy's eager cock flexing against her cervix as he began fucking into her convulsing cunt like a maniac. Equally distant, she could hear her own obscene chant, "Oh, God, I'm cumming...I'm cummmiinngg!"
As the nakedly thrashing red-headed nurse wailed, she pulled her thighs back until all of her greedy little cuntal slit was held up to the youth to be used as he wanted. Kim felt the pressure growing in his sperm-filled testicles, felt the while hot semen jerking out, spurting up the long length of his rigid young cock to spew from its tip deep inside his nurse's soft warm cunt.
He quivered ecstatically as he felt Pat's spasmodic cuntal contractions beneath him, and he continued fucking in and out of her tight little pussy until at last he was empty. He sighed deeply, feeling the warm fluid seep out between her thighs, bathing his now deflating cock in its moistness. With a deep sigh he withdrew at last and rolled over beside the hoarsely breathing older woman-stretching out, exhausted as she was, content as she was, too, to lie there beside her on the warm sands.
Jesus, he thought with a fierece pride in his own budding manhood. I made her cum! I made her cum!
Further down the beach, squatting next to their water-filled fish bucket, two Vietnamese fishermen exchanged curious looks, wondering who the two people were sunbathing on the beach. They either had to be young or rich, they guessed in silent repose; who else would have time for such leisure?
CHAPTER TWO
Life is funny, mused Pat, sinking down in the sun-warmed vinyl of the car seat and resting her head on the warm, scratchy pile of the head rest, while watching the traffic snarl in and out of lanes impatiently. How could two countries be so different? She wondered, feeling the strain of a fast-paced society catching up with her after a three year reprieve. Weary from the long, tedious plane ride from Saigon, via London, Pat stretched out her muscle-taut legs and drew in a deep breath, releasing it in a sigh.
The scenery now narrowed to the long cement ribbon of freeway, connecting the airport with the greater metropolis of Boston's suburbs. Chad's
Toyota braked to a halt at the freeway underpass, then swerved in a tight right hand turn heading for the off-ramp. Pat studied her boy friend as his strong hand reached for the gear shift and pulled it into third. Chad hadn't aged a bit in her three year absence; he still looked as handsome as she'd remembered him, with his thick, dark, wavy hair that blew over his tanned forehead as he drove...something of the macho in him causing an uneasy feeling in her body. Seven years older than herself, he was thirty-five...a very distinguished thirty-five, with no hint of a paunch and no strands of gray hair in his thick dark forest.
"How you feeling, honey?" Chad asked, a hint of concern in his husky voice.
"It's different," Pat's smile was not convincing as she tried to imagine herself at home again among the towering skyscrapers poking up in the far distance. "It's all so different from Viet Nam," she ventured timidly as she nodded to the clusters of billboards lining the freeway. Everyone seemed so frantic and undirected. She inched toward the center of the seat despite the restriction of the separated seats, taking comfort from the fact that she was not alone in this vast noisy metropolis. It had been such a relief to see Chad's scrubbed, clean-cut face among the hundreds of people jammed together in the airport terminal.
Wait until rush hour," laughed Chad. "Sometimes it takes me two hours to drive to school. Doesn't make sense somehow." Sensing her confusion and uncertainty, not to mention the awesome fatigue of her jet-lagged body, he squeezed her shoulders, trying to pull her closer. "Don't worry, baby, you'll feel right at home in a day or two." He grinned at her discomfiture. "You know the whole world isn't like Viet Nam...."
But Pat wasn't listening to a word he was saying, her mind was concentrating against her will on Kim. Lazily, she blinked her eyes against the sun, wondering what strange, alien power had ever overwhelmed her into making love to that young boy? Why couldn't she have waited? Her better judgment demanded an answer. One day...just one day and her homecoming could have been a perfect reunion. Now she'd spoiled it all. And worst of all, what would Chad think of her if he knew? Pat pushed the fearful thought to the darkest comer of her mind and concentrated instead on the TR 4 blazing along on the freeway beside them, a young man grinding his gears in wasted efforts. In her fatigue, everything, including Chad seemed like a hallucination. Nothing was real...only a dream, and she a dreamer, fast asleep in a world of emotions.
Trying to feel in touch with something around her, desperately trying to make something real, she peeked coyly up at Chad from below her long, silky lashes, and smiled sweetly, knowing the influence of her breathtaking beauty over him. Finally she said, "It's going to seem so strange having nothing to do after being busy for so long." Pat sighed heavily, blowing a wispy curl away from her left eyebrow.
"It's taken care of baby," Chad grinned at her, his blue eyes sparkling like the South China Sea.
"Hmm?" she looked up at him quizzically.
"I have a job lined up for you if you want it." Pat sat up erect, feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden movement. "They're still looking for a nurse at the school I've been teaching at. Jefferson Junior High. I told them you might be interested." He paused, a concerned expression clouding his face. "But you might think twice before taking it," he cautioned. "They've been having lots of racial problems since the bussing was enforced. The Chinese hate the Blacks and the Puerto Ricans fight the Chicanos. And the Whites hate everybody," Pat forced a laugh. "Anyway, it's yours if you want it."
"That's fantastic, Chad. I really appreciate your concern." She nestled up against him, hoping she had not alienated him by her apparent coldness moments before.
Marveling at her unusual display of affection, Chad let his hand drift from the steering wheel to her shoulder, stroking the full downward slope of her ripely jutting right breast. He slid his leg several inches across the seat and carefully let it rest against the warmth of her supple curved thigh, still amazed at her silent acceptance of his presumption. Pat had never been terribly affectionate, usually seeming aloof in her own dream world.
"It's been a long time, huh?" Pat jolted at his insinuation, feeling a twinge of guilt overriding her warmth for her boy friend. What would he think if he knew she'd make love to a fifteen year old boy only the day before? And worst of all, that one afternoon of lovemaking had quelled the desire in her to be touched, to be loved, and cuddled.
His palm casually grazed the softness of her small rounded nipple beneath the thin layers of her clothing. "I've really missed you, you know, but we'll make up for it tonight."
Alerted by his deep quickening breath and the increasing insistence of his touch, Pat quickly pulled away, suddenly afraid that she had planted ideas in his head. Chad chuckled at her gesture, confident for the first time that she might be invulnerable to his sexual attentions.
Pat sighed in annoyance and moved back to the far end of the car seat. Even if Chad did love her, he acted now too much like other men had at times. At least Kim had been gentle, not demanding as Chad was being now. Still, her sensitively stiffened nipples still tingled from the touch of his brushing hand, she decided that she would not be handled like that again. She was tired, aching from lack of sleep and distance too quickly closed; sex was the last thing she had on her mind right now, and it annoyed her to think that Chad could be so course as to expect a response from her so early in their newly renewed relationship. Then, too, there was the memory of Kim...But she would say nothing about that, despite the way her body alerted to the memory of his affectionate love.
Half an hour later, Pat was standing in the shower of her parent's house, scrubbing off the fatigue and tightness that burdened her body from the crown of her head to the tips of her painted toe nails. Chad had gone home to his own apartment, only three blocks away, and Pat was savoring her first taste of privacy, feeling somewhat separated from the house she had spent the majority of her years in, and further yet from the reality of being in America. She stood there statuesque, letting the needle pricks of the hot water torture her naked body. It seemed only natural that she should run her hands over her fully ripened body, massaging it back to full consciousness in a quest for identity. The Pat Keefer she knew in Viet Nam was another woman now, a different speck of humanity mentioning in a faster paced society that demanded newand different reactions from the orphanage nurse who could dote all her love to the children.
Yes, she thought, I should take that job in the school. I don't think I could stand doing nothing, reasoned Pat, massaging the slippery froth into her secret recesses up between her legs, gently probing the deep narrow crevice between her firmly curving buttocks and into her pubic area. As soft waves of pleasure rippled upward through her belly, she turned her attention to her softly swelling breasts, plucking at the rosy peaks and watching as they changed from tender pinkness to brightly crimson buds that stiffened excitedly under her fingertips. She slipped one hand, creamy with soap, down through the soft dark vee of sparsely curling pubic hair up between her full firm thighs. Even though shuddering with excitement, she abruptly stopped the thrilling manipulations. Her parents were gone for the week, staying at their summer home on the island. Chad would be back and she wanted to be dressed and decent when he arrived.
She heard the doorbell ring as she stepped from the shower stall, its loud buzz only a fly-buzz in the upstairs bathroom. Quickly wrapping her robe around her body, Pat hurried down the carpeted steps to the front door. It was Chad, a big broad grin on his handsome face.
"Hello, baby," he beamed as his eyes greedily feasted on the dripping girl's luscious half-naked body. Over anxious, he reached out to catch Pat's voluptuously retreating form, drawing her into a passionate embrace. "Hey, that's the first kiss I've had yet."
"Chad, not yet! I can't stand around like this. What would the neighbors think?" She shot a frown in the direction of the O'Brien's next door. "You can kiss me when I'm dressed...Chad, I mean it. Let go of me!" she protested before his mouth muffled her soft sensuous lips as he pressed them hard in a deeply searching kiss. Pat struggled as his tongue plunged hotly into her mouth, deeply exploring the sweet wet cavern. Fighting to free herself, from his grip, she tore her face away and angrily said, "Don't be so crude, Chad. Show a little class would you?" Stalking furiously into the house, she flung her robe-wrapped body face down on the couch.
Kim would have never acted that way, she thought with lack of love. Americans...they're so crude, so insistent. No love, just sex. That's all they want and they don't even know how to get it tactfully, she thought, hating herself for being so impolite herself.
Chad followed her into the living room and, willing his aroused body to calmness, said consolingly, "Baby, I'm so sorry. It's just that after three years I'm really ready for you. You know I respect you. Christ, I wouldn't have stuck my neck out to get you a job if I hadn't. I love you, Pat." He gently rubbed her neck, massaging into her tight muscles, until her shapely body relaxed. "It's just that you're even more beautiful than I remembered you being, and I just couldn't help myself."
And it was true. In Pat's three year absence Chad had dated no one, loved no other woman, but made love to a few. Acquaintances were all they were; no relationship, nothing continuing. He had Pat, or so he thought. He needed nothing more. But now those near celibate years were catching up with him, and the woman responsible for his sexless existence, torturous for a man his age, was rejecting him.
As she sat up, her robe gaped open at the neck, exposing one lushly formed breast still bouncing from the force of her movement. Chad's eyes locked on the magnificent expanse of white rounded flesh that spilled out of her robe, the ruby-tipped mound bobbing enticingly only a few feet from his face. Blushing hotly, Pat tried to stuff the quivering breast back into the protective covering of the robe. His gentlemanly resolves fading, Chad reached out to grasp her smooth sloping shoulders and pulled her forcefully down on the sofa. He'd put it off long enough, and now it was time to realize his dreams.
"Chad! Don't be absurd! Let go of me this instant!" She writhed under his grip, but he pinned her arms to the sofa and pressed one leg over her wildly squirming torso.
"Listen, baby," he said panting, "You've been pooh-poohing and oh-Chadding at me for three years and now that you're back you're too high and mighty to have anything to do with Chad. Isn't that it?" he said, his breath hotly beating on her cheek. "You're spoiled rotten, that's your problem. You want everything when you want it and to hell with everybody else. But life's not like that. You think it's all a fairy tale," he rasped, his voice lowered threateningly. "You just don't understand what happens to a man who's been waiting for a woman for three years, only to be told 'not now, not now'. "
He tore the robe away from her luscious body, smugly eyeing her full wide spaced breasts and softly curving belly and buttocks. Her smooth unblemished skin rippled lightly as she struggled beneath his hands. The young nurse's pleading protests were stopped for the second time that evening as his lips ground brutally onto her full-lipped mouth, his tongue prying open her teeth to slip wetly into the warm depths of her mouth. She moaned as his tongue snaked back, then his insistent sucking drew out her tongue involuntarily into her own moist cavity.
Forcing both arms into the iron-like custody of one of his strong hands, he brought his other down to her deeply heaving breasts, first gently stroking the velvety round contours, then clawing tenaciously as if to wrest the succulent melon-like breasts from her body. She thrashed frantically beneath his weight, but he went on diabolically probing at the resiliently cushiony flesh of her breasts, then working up until his fingertips met at the sensitively stiffening nipples, pinching and tweaking them until they were no longer tiny pillows of pale pink but deep rose hardened points thrusting up to meet his touch.
Chad lifted his head from hers, only to dive his mouth down quickly on her nakedly trapped breast, still squeezing its twin with his other hand. Pat pleaded again, "Please, darling, please, you're hurting me! It isn't fair...let me go!"
Ignoring her cries, he bit hard on the rose nipple he was sucking and nibbling to throbbingly alive erection. Her fear was compounded by the lewd fever she felt rapidly growing to a raging fire in her struggling belly. She moaned again as his pinching fingers moved downward from her excitedly throbbing breast to the taunt plane of her belly.
Pat strained uselessly against his imprisoning hands as she shifted positions, turning so that his knees held her slender shoulders and arms tightly against the sofa. A lewdly sadistic grin twisted his face as he reached down the pale skin of her nakedly trembling body to tease at the dark red tendrils of pubic hair that bordered the narrow cuntal cleft between her tightly crossed legs.
Looking up at the seat of his trousers, close above her face, the young nurse saw the outline of her boy friend's rapidly rising cock straining outward. The cloth was already stained with the dark streaks of seminal fluid leaking out around the hardening tip of his lustfully excited cock. Then, his hand dipped down into the secret area of her hair-lined sex, forcing apart her violently trembling thighs. As his fingers nippled cruelly at the soft fleshy outer lips of her cunt, Pat's fear overcame her budding passion. Her mind racing, she tried to think of a means of escape, a vague strategy developing as she lay helplessly a naked captive on her own sofa.
"Oh, darling, please don't touch me there. Now, now, not like this." She spoke huskily, pretending to be overcome by lust. "I'll do anything you want, only please don't force me like this. You've never done anything like this before, Chad." She gasped as his outstretched middle finger inched up into her tightly teased cuntal slit. In spite of her revulsion, the lewdly probing finger sent hot waves of forbidden desire pounding through her. Steeling herself against the wicked temptation to succumb to his fingering manipulations, she murmured softly, "Why don't you take your clothes off, too? I want to make you happy."
Chad looked down at her desirable body, overcome with a feeling of obscene power, and decided that he had conquered the haughty little rich girl at last. Her apparently willing body relaxed as he loosened his hold. "Hurry, darling," she breathed. "I want you now." She heaved her smoothly rounded abdomen up against the hand that now stroked the hair-lined lips of her pussy, convincing him that she was hungry for more pleasure then just the touch of his fondling hand could give her.
He could wait no longer! Rising from the sofa, Chad tore open his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, exposing the blood-gorged head of his heatedly pulsating cock resting high on his belly. In seconds, the entire length of his pulsingly distended prick burst from its confinement, thrusting from the opening in his clothing.
The young woman stared in horror as his pants dropped to his knees and the monstrously club-like shaft of his male flesh jutted from its nest of wiry pubic hair. This was her chance to get away, the moment she had been waiting for. Pat suddenly rolled off the sofa and flew toward the stairwell. Tears of anger and shame running down her face, she shrieked: "Get out! You're nothing but a creep!"
Before she made it to the third step, Chad sprang away from the sofa, caught her and brutally turned her face to his, catching her mouth in a fiercely savage kiss, his tongue immediately stabbing into her soft sensuous mouth and probing the hotly moist surfaces, lips bruised against hers. The frightened girl went rigid and tried to pull away, moaning and protesting, twisting in his arms, but he held her easily and continued to wantonly French kiss her until she thought her very breath was being sucked out of her.
Pat's head was swimming, her whole body shaking violently from the warmth and fierceness of Chad's strong arms and mouth. She felt shudders of horrifyingly sensual anticipation ripple through her young naked flesh. It was insane...horrible...wrong...immoral! Oh, God! Her brain recoiled and sent out frantic silent screams of astonished protests, but her villainously responding body was gradually ceasing to struggle as the hot scintillating streaks of pleasure raced through her vulnerable skin and veins and nerves.
"Ooooohhhh...Noooooo...Chad...Noooooo...." she breathed, finally finding the strength to wrench herself free of her lust-maddened boy friend's moistly kissing tongue and mouth.
Chad drew in a panting breath, his hands still biting into her helplessly aroused flesh. "What are you going to do about it? It's goddamned time you did something about it. I've waited long enough and I don't intend to be put off."
His cock throbbed persistently as he studied her. "You could chuck everything of course, but you'll be sorry."
"But.. . "
Pat searched his eyes and was frightened by the greedy devouring gleam in them. "But-you promised it wouldn't make any difference if I went away for three years, Chad." Her voice was a shrill whine now. "I tried to get you to come over to Viet Nam. It wasn't my fault they wouldn't give you a work visa."
"Yeah, well I stayed back here and played priest," he said hotly. "I'll bet you were fuckin' every doctor in the place."
The nurse felt the insides of her belly turn, and a stunned and frightened shiver crept up her spine, sending a wet clamminess through her. She choked. "It's not my fault!"
"You liked me kissing you," he insisted, throwing aside the subject of his three nearly sexless years without Pat, the years that had come back to haunt him now with a jealous rage because of her rejection. "And you're gonna like it even better when I finally sock it to ya!"
"No...no. . . Chad, you can't do that!" She stammered, her head whirling.
"It's time you made up for those three years, Pat!" he spat.
The heartsick girl wept, but her sobs were choked off as Chad's hand dug lecherously into her hip. Unbelieving, Pat watched his fingers slowly move down her smooth curving thigh. Her nakedly frightened body jumped, the sobbing breath catching in her throat. She squirmed backwards, but he held her brutally, his huge distended cock pressing hard against her belly as his hands massaged her tensely quivering buttocks. His lust-swollen face was a scant few inches from her own, his breath hot against her mouth. She couldn't deny the obscene fascination he held her in, the almost hypnotic warmth his strong grasping hands produced, the salacious thrill of his cock poking so lewdly into her naked flesh. Neither could she ignore the fact that she wanted to be wooed into making love, not attacked and forced into it.
Chad gasped. "God, but you're beautiful, Pat."
She felt his hand against her hardening breasts, his thumb tips pressing firmly against her nipples. Looking down at the male hands kneading her breasts, the young nurse felt the rising tide of passion sweep away her defenses. If only he could be gentle, as gentle as Kim had been. "Please...."
For answer she felt his lips crushing hers fiercely again as his hand slipped between their tight pressed bodies. Pushing her legs apart, he wormed a steadily shaking hand between her quivering thighs. She could feel it pressing against the softness of her silk-like cuntal hair. Her inner thighs were opened to his harshly probing touch. The early evening air grazed against her heated cunt, sending a ripple of horrified anticipation through her as Chad parted the sensitively alive lips of her pussy, tenderly slipping his extended middle finger into its warm wetness.
Lewd tremors surged through the young nurse. She was alive with sheer sensation! Oh, never, never had she felt so aroused by Chad's domineering machismo. Cringing from her own rapidly building desires, she moaned, "Oh Chad, darling...don't do this to me! Not like this!"
"I've waited long enough for this, Pat," her excited boy friend murmured as his head dropped, his mouth hungrily encasing one throbbing ruby-tipped nipple. He began to suck like a child after milk, and Pat thought her whole body was afire! She squirmed, her arms snaking around his neck, as she began to wrench her hips in uncontrolled desire against the obscenely probing finger. A momentary sense of shame at what she was doing swept over her even as the lewd unwanted desire agitated her body, while slowly and insinuatingly his finger probed deeper up inside her moistly throbbing pussy.
She moaned aloud, struggling futilely against his hot burning lips and fingers. "Ohhh...ohhh...ohhhh," she whimpered defenselessly, as he continued. "Ohhh...please don't," she sobbed.
"I've been waiting too long, Pat...to long to be put off."
The lewd statement shocked the young woman inwardly, but she also felt a strange masochistic excitement as he spoke the vile obscene word, "fuck." The tears were pouring down her face and shame was filling her like gall.
Chad picked her up, his arm tight about her small girlish waist, and carried her helplessly up the steps. "I'll teach you what fucking is all about, baby, so help me!" he said huskily.
He dropped her on the covers of her bed and she fell backwards, legs spread wide before his lascivious eyes. Sliding down between her ankles, he stared at her softly dark red pubic hair and the wetly throbbing lips of her splayed open cunt. They seemed to call out to him, to beg him to touch them, to kiss them, to tear them apart if he chose. The pounding hardness of his aroused cock made his loins ache, and his big hands dug into her wide parted thighs so fiercely that she whined from the lewd contact.
And then he slithered forward, down upon the hair-lined slit up between her softly moistened cunt, and the shocking realization of what he was about to do made Pat recoil in sudden repugnance. If she let him do it, it would be erasing everything real and beautiful in their relationship.
"No...no! You can't do that! It's not the time!" the young nurse moaned and twisted, but her impassioned boy friend's heavy grip held her fast. "PLEASE CHAD!"
"I want to get you ready, baby. It's only fair that you should have it," Chad answered huskily, his eyes feasting hungrily on the full soft lips. edged so delicately with curling pubic hair. A droplet of her seeping pussy secretions moistened the petal-like lips, and her aroused clitoris peeked up at the wildly excited man like a morning bud.
Pat watched petrified as he placed his thumb on her cuntal mound with a slowly deliberate motion and drew the soft curls of her pubic hair apart, exposing the glistening coral-colored flesh to his lust-inflamed gaze. She moaned in shame as he breathed against her, the hot air grazing her sensitive genitals, and then she gasped as she saw his lace drop and felt his tongue wetly probe her nakedly exposed cuntal softness.
Her body responded automatically, convulsively jerking, a lewd groan involuntarily escaping from her throat before she ground her hips into the bed in an effort to get away from his long, hotly worming tongue. "Ohhh...my God...my God...." The bestial outrage continued upon her defenselessly sensitive cunt. Her stomach churned in conflicting repulsion and arousal as she wailed in animal-like passion when his tongue licked her inner thighs, then curled up around her clitoris, and snaked rapier-like in and out of her cringing pussy. "Ohhhh...dear God...stop...stop...."
Chad shook his head negatively, plunging his tongue faster up the moistly dilating hole between her opened legs. The young nurse raised her head up and watched his obscene assault in horror, her mind aflame with the realization that her boy friend, the man she'd loved and trusted, was raping her.
No, it couldn't be true! Chad couldn't do that! But the unwanted jolts of sinful pleasure vilely pervaded her whole being, proving to her that it was true, all too true, that she was being lewdly sucked, and eaten with all the animal-like intensity she'd been afraid lurked inside of Chad. It was vile, filthy, crude...and divine!
Chad's hands slipped under her buttocks and cupped the firmly resilient flesh of her ass cheeks brutally, his tongue and mouth continuing to grind deeper and deeper into her cringing little pussy. Involuntarily her pelvis raised up making his tongue bury itself even deeper. The debased sucking sounds of his labors joined her sobs to fill the small room. His hands split her crevice between her writhing buttocks cheeks and then he was running an exploratory finger over her tight crinkled rectum. Pat clenched her hands uselessly into fists, her naked young body overcome by her boy friend's merciless abuse.
Vaguely she thought of Kim and how gentle he had been with her, responding only to her needs and wishes. Dear, gentle Kim. But oh my God, it felt so good at the time!
Chad heard her sharp gasp of pleasure as his hands roamed down the softly yielding crevice of her firm-fleshed buttocks. Surging with new-found power, he drew her legs up and around his neck, clasping her ankles together like some human necklace. He continued to orally fuck her, running his tongue around her excited clitoris in lewdly sensuous circles and flailing his head back and forth as he darted his tongue deep into her tight pulsating pussy, feeling her cuntal lips push against his mouth with a feverish intensity. Pat's buttocks spasmed beneath his touch as he touched her tender little anus again; she cried out deliriously as he probed the small opening with an extended middle finger. And, then, suddenly, he moved his mouth downward and closed in wetly on the brown budded hole. He knew she wanted to scream protests at him, but instead she moaned in helpless rapture as his tongue flicked excitedly against the tightly puckered anus. She closed her beautiful blue-green eyes as the sensual pleasure surged like wild licking flames through her.
Goddamned snooty bitch! He'd had enough of her put-offs. By God, he wouldn't be insulted by her snobbery anymore. Rich women-they were all the same. They expected you to put up with their shit and when they were good and ready maybe...just maybe they would give you the time of day. Three years...three goddamned years of waiting and she was trying to put him off again? No way! But she was warming up nicely now.
He'd never done anything like this before. Had never been anything but a perfect gentleman with her, and for a good reason. This beautiful woman was everything he had ever dreamed of-a lady to the fingertips in the drawing room (so different from those fern libbers dressed in overalls) and a raving whore in the bedroom. Shit! He'd played the perfect gentleman for her and her doting parents for too long, and now it was going to go his way.
Christ! He'd missed so much as a young man born in the wrong generation. The high school kids he taught History to even fucked their damn heads off day and night. Why shouldn't he?
"Don't...do that. . . Chad...no!" she sobbed softly, all the while pushing her trembling loins up closer to his mouth as he raped her tortured rectum with his long probing tongue. "Oh God...." she cried, pulling back, feeling the flesh of her breasts and stomach goosebump. The young nurse excitedly tossed from side to side, her total degradation overwhelming her. The horrifying realization that she had lost control of herself flooded her mind, arousing a sob of shameful humiliation. Chad licked on and on, moving from her rapidly moistening pussy to her rectal hole and back again with complete freedom, as Pat's body continued to burn, the nerve ends raw with lascivious pleasure.
Suddenly she completely gave in to his lewd ministrations, stopped fighting the intense delight he was bringing to her as her nakedly defeated young body cried out for fulfillment, fulfillment she had too long been denied! Raising her desire-tensed pelvis to him, the thought came to her that at least he wasn't violating her-her precious secret parts were still untouched. Grinding her widespread cunt in frantic abandon against his face, she gave herself up to the lewd ungovernable fires burning in her pussy. It was his tongue doing this to her-at least, not that terrifying thick club-like thing dangling between his legs.
Christ, how beautiful this night was going to be before it was over, Chad thought, grinding his long, heavily aching cock into the coverlet as his mouth worked greedily at her quivering cunt. As the softly wet silken pubic hair brushed tantalizingly against his cheeks, a strong feeling of power enveloped him. By God, the time for coy rejection was over! He was going to fuck" this beautiful young bitch right now!
He'd figured to get her in the sack all right, one way or another, but never in his wildest dreams had he really expected her to turn so hot so fast, never really thought she'd be squirming lasciviously under his tongue like this...completely at his mercy...and her delectable young pussy loving every second of it! He brought her legs back down, savoring her helpless moans as he increased the lapping of his tongue, heatedly slashing it up and down her pulsating cuntal slit. He wondered for the thousandth time if she really was the coy woman she'd pretended to be...hell...maybe she was a latent nympho! All the better, he decided-he'd never seen a woman so hot before, and he knew it wasn't all from the few drinks they'd had at the airport. She just needed it as badly as he did.
The school teacher was certain that already she was too far gone to resist anything he decided to do to her. As he licked and sucked at her tight little pussy mouth, he began to visualize obscenely erotic things he could perform at will on her receptive passion-filled body. Smiling inwardly, he felt her hands desperately entwining in his hair, manipulating his face harder toward the small clasping opening; then, she was pressing his mouth directly into the tight elastic-rimmed hole in her squirming cuntal plain. He complied, ovaling his lips and beginning to suck, alternating with deep tongue thrusts that brought a low guttural groan from the depths of her chest. The wetly clasping cuntal flesh slipped moist around his long, extended tongue as the walls of her pussy opened and closed automatically in a tiny sucking motion, trying to pull the invading tongue deeper and deeper into it! Christ, he'd never had anything like this in his life!
Pat whimpered and moaned beneath his unbelievably ecstatic rapture of his voracious sucking and licking of her spasming cunt. She felt entirely out of control! Her whole pelvis was a whirlpool of seethingly swirling sensation! He kissed her gyrating cunt deeply while simultaneously forcing her smooth white thighs wider and wider apart.
Her body began the slow agony of a building orgasm as Chad slithered lizard-like into her desire-drenched cuntal hole. She writhed and twisted with almost fainting mewls of pleasure rising uncontrollably from her chest, her face wrung with lust and animalistic abandon. Oh my God, no wonder people even killed for this beautiful madness!
This was it! This was it! "Ohhh...ohhh...ohhhhhh!" She chanted as her boy friend screwed her wildly convulsing cunt harder with his spearing tongue. Pat was vaguely aware of his groping hands teasing her breasts and rectum and clitoris like searing fingers of flame as she panted and wailed with raggedly gasping breath. His huge tongue burrowed relentlessly ever deeper, making her feverishly quaking body tingle from head to toe. It was a dream...a wild, heavenly nightmare! Oh, it was wonderful! It was fabulous...beautiful!
She screamed, "I'm going to cum! Yes! Yes! Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, I'm cummmmmmmiiinnnggg! Aaaaggghhhh!" And then she jerked and heaved abandonedly against him, pumping wildly as the hotly shooting spasms of orgasm tore through her, lifting her to another world!
Pat gasped, moaning and twitching insanely beneath him. Chad saw the movement of her beautiful head, rolling back and forth in wantonness as his thrusting tongue shot out again, its tip flicking over her rigid little clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of her inner cuntal lips deep into the voracious cavern of his mouth, while his tongue maintained its nerve-shattering licking against the sensitive quivering pleasure center between her legs.
Oh Lord in heaven! She was lost. . . lost as she'd been on the beach yesterday. Destroyed forever, and she knew it! Why had her feminine desires come to the fore to haunt her now? Why after three years of celibacy had she suddenly turned into a nymphomaniac?
The young nurse groaned deep in her throat while the hot probing tip of his tongue worked its searing path relentlessly up and down the length of her pulsating slit, again starting at her clitoris and slithering its way down, down over the convulsing elastic rimmed opening of her cunt and into the crevice of her buttocks. She felt his hands move to the backs of her knees that were splayed out obscenely on either side of him, then lift and push them up over her body so the kneecaps touched her painfully full breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her open cunt to his eagerly licking mouth.
"Oh God!" she whimpered at the least depravity of her own animalism. Truly, he had raised the wanton bitch in her! If there had been any shame or humiliation, it had long since been overcome with this licentiously depraved excitement flooding her whole being! She never wanted him to stop...never!
Chad couldn't believe it! The cold little bitch was going completely to pieces, moaning and writhing like a mad woman beneath his wetly slaving tongue in an uncontrollable ecstasy. He'd realized that there was a latent hot streak lying hidden inside her sexy little body...but never to this extent! Jesus! Pat Keefer was something else, all right!
At last the naked young woman settled back against the sheets, her heart pounding rapidly, her body temporarily satiated. Slowly Chad pulled his head from her passion-drenched cunt. "Man, can you move that ass!" he said softly. "You really turn on!"
Pat looked at him, tormented by the guilt and aftermath of her lewd passion, her eyes wet with tears. She saw him kneeling over her, his face twisting lewdly. Her eyes trailed down his broad male chest and stomach to his erectly pulsating cock, which stood out threateningly like a huge totem pole from his abdomen. His hand began to stroke it, pulling back the thick foreskin. Pat gaped in complete misery, her own naked body filling her with new shame as she realized what she was doing. It was awful, the way both of them were acting: no sophistication, no soft music, no sweet words. Nothing but lust between them now.
"And now, I'm going to fuck you, Pat," breathed Chad. "When I get all the way inside of you, then you'll find out what you've been missing."
"No...please Chad, not like this!" she said for the tenth time that night. "Wait. . . just wait, please."
"like hell!" he yelled.
Pat groaned once more. The paralyzing fear shot through her again at the sight of the gigantically throbbing cock that waved before her.
"Hell, you'll love it. You always did before. Let's see how it compares to those VC's!" he growled.
Pat stared up at him incredulously. This was so un-like the mild-mannered Chad she used to know. What had happened to him to have caused such an abrupt change in his attitude towards her? He used to be so sweet and gentle, bringing her flowers and wine.
Chad dropped across her, the throbbing hardness of his cock surging against her naked belly like some blunt instrument of torture. The terrified nurse couldn't move, paralyzed by his weight and the horror of his menacing body against hers.
She gasped as he quickly guided the hard, fleshy shaft to the passion-drenched hole of her cringing cunt. Her fianc' used the thick bulbous head of his cock to part her quiveringly wet cuntal lips and the electrifying contact sent wild shivers of renewed obscene pleasure coursing through her. Pat dared not move as he steadily pushed against her, for his face was a grotesque mask of lust-maddened fury. He looked as though he could kill her! The thought stopped with the slowing stretching pressure as he began to violate her! Oh God, he was really going to make love to her against her will. RAPE! The words flashed in her mind like neon signs.
"Ohhhhh," she screamed "Godddd-Agggghghgh!" He spent no time trying to prepare her and in her self defense, Pat clamped shut her vaginal muscles like a vise.
Chad pushed again, the ponderous head relentlessly forcing its way into her wet palpitating opening. "Ohhhh! Please take it out!"
Chad continued the impalement, his long shaft of male flesh slowly thrusting inch by inch into her tightly cringing passage. Pat felt his hotly throbbing hardness filling her to bursting as he steadily pressured in and she was acutely aware of every wrinkle, every corrugation of the massively erect flesh through the straining walls of her tight little vagina. Oh dear God! She must be raw inside! Finally, he lay still for a moment, then flexed his cock, suddenly lurching deeper into her belly.
"Aaaggghhhh!" Pat groaned helplessly. The tears were pouring from her eyes, the pain blinding her to everything but its white hot heat and insistently building pressure.
Chad began to slowly rotate his hips, grinding his manhood against her narrowly constricting cunt until the head beat against the cushiony tip of her cervix. Something within her broke, and she was convinced it was her spirit, as she dimly felt him rack above her, smoothly stroking in a long, easy rhythm while she writhed below him.
Jesus! She was too goddamn good to be true! She was driving him out of his mind! This do-gooder bleeding heart liberal young nurse was driving him out of his mind with her fucking cunt! Oh shit. . . just like three years ago when he broke her pussy open with the promise to fill it when she came back to him. Yes, he'd gotten her virginity then, and now he wanted more than that. Something that would make up for those three years of separation. Chad groaned in bliss.
She fearfully moved her hips against his, her mouth opening and closing with the pain of his forced entry. Beads of perspiration formed on the agonized young nurse's upper lip as her breath came in pan tings of abject terror. There was nothing left except Chad's brutally giant cock deep up within her belly, pulsating...no morals...no pride...no reality. Her body reacted with the horror as she uselessly ground her buttocks down into the mattress but she was stabbed! Impaled! Pierced! Both her body and her mind had been raped by this man who claimed to love her.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" he urged.
"Do what?" she sobbed.
Pat heard the foul words burst from his lips.
"Ohhh, baby, fuck back at me...fuck me...ball me . . ! " The thought of this rape of her helpless body not only tortured but infuriated her. She groaned and sobbed, catching her breath as Chad pulled her warm-fleshed buttocks tighter to his own fiercely surging loins. Twisting and turning, she fought the impaling knife of his cock, the pain almost unbearable now as the fluids of her first orgasm had dried up along with her love for Chad. Her tapered young legs quivered on either side of his thickly stabbing cock as his tongue shot deep into her warm wet mouth, slithering in and out in a wild semblance of oral fucking while gurgling noises of greedy rapture came from his passion filled throat.
Never. . . never had there been anything like this, and not even in his most abandoned dreams did he imagine such ecstatic sensations could be gotten from fucking a woman...Pat, in particular...from the lewd mouthing of her pussy to the moment when his huge pounding cock violated her young pussy to completely fill it. Jesus! She was a hot one, all right! Chad willed and wanted more, much more...wanted it never to end. Beautiful. . . whore...bitch...slave . . .yes. She was his woman! A full blood sensual woman and he was thankful now that he'd waited for her.
Writhing up to him, Chad heard her wail as he jammed up into her vagina with ever increasing force, lengthening his strokes as her fleshy cuntal lips began to clasp his penis hungrily. Christ, the woman was exploding underneath him, going crazy! He heard her grunt and scream wildly as he forced her sucking cunt madly up and down on his throbbing cock! Christ, she was loving it all right. He'd been correct in forcing her into it.
"Oooohhhh...ohh . . ! " she moaned as his long hard cock pounded her defenseless cunt mercilessly. She struggled with her breathing, the vibrant battering she was taking making her gasp and cough. Oh God, he was killing her! Her insides felt like sandpaper.
Chad's sperm-inflated balls slapped hard against her tiny pink anus, its hairlessly exposed pucker moist from the warm viscid fluid which had seeped wetly down from her well sucked pussy. His cum filled sac seemed to split apart from the throbbing pressure mounting within it, and his head swam with the rapidly increasing need to shoot his hot boiling sperm into her. His loins ached with impending release as he rammed up her traitorously acquiescing cunt with insane fury.
Pat cried out again, but there was a strange lewd pleasure creeping into the pain. Unconsciously she raised her long shapely legs even higher to receive the thunderously pounding cock.
Chad gaped downward at his driving cock...Dear God, if he didn't cum soon, he'd go mad! . . his glistening cock slipped smoothly in and out of her deliciously awakened cunt, the pink lips of her clasping pussy insatiably clinging like a hungry mouth that needed to have all of his rampaging thickness! Slipping his hand beneath her wildly gyrating buttocks he fumbled at the tight brown hole of her anus.
"Ohhhhh...no...no...." She jerked against his finger, as he brutally forced the tight spongy orifice to pop open and accept his finger.
The sobbing young nurse's first reaction was one of great pain, but then as her narrow rectal passage became used to the unnatural invasion she felt pleasure...pleasure-pain! How could it feel good? Suddenly she tried to skewer the rotating finger to the hilt, obscenely shoving back against it at the same time she strained to absorb more of the huge cock deep in her screaming belly.
Chad wormed his extended middle finger into her anus, feeling his thick thrusting cock through the thin wall separating her vagina from her rectum, as Pat screamed beneath him. She was suddenly writhing in complete wantonness, grinding up and down on both impaling instruments, the inflated mounds of her breasts heaving her long trim legs lurching from side to side. "Ohhh...ohhhh . . ! " he heard her chant, her beautiful face contorted in the build-up of her second orgasm.
Chad grunted and hammered even further, as he felt the contracting walls of her cunt seeping the warmly sticky fluid of her beginning climax. She rose up from the bed, pressing against his stiffened loins, almost rotating insanely with renewed fire now. Abruptly she was screaming again, but with joy!
"God almighty...it's happening...yes...it's happening again...I'm going to cum...I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!"
Pat convulsed beneath him, her cuntal mouth sucking feverishly, her pussy gushing and seething around his deep plundering length. Even her small tight anus expanded and contracted in spasmodic exaltation, pulling against his finger all the way to the second knuckle. Spurred by the nakedly orgasming woman's continued climax, he dug deeper into her copiously flowing slit, forcing her tortured body still wider open. The teacher fucked her like it was the last fuck of his life!
Then Chad felt the sudden, surging waves of his boiling white sperm bubble upward from his heavy scrotum, and suddenly he was lost in incredible sensuality as powerful charges of his spurting cum pummeled down his wildly jerking cock to spray deeply up inside her belly, filling her convulsing young cunt to the bursting point with his sperm. The hot moistened walls of her pussy milked his explosive organ as if they were starving, clasping and unclasping desperately for each further lewd squirt.
Her firm young body suddenly collapsed. The naked young nurse fell back to the mattress, her belly still quivering from the unleashed tide of her passion. Never had such joy existed-her body had been fulfilled completely-and the shame and guilt was second place to the satiation that lazily drifted over her.
Then the consciousness of her act burst through her and Pat thought of where she was and who was lying above her, whose thick but receding cock was still sunk deep in her cunt. The young nurse moaned involuntarily. So...and then she fell unconscious, into sleep, badly needed rest.
CHAPTER THREE
It is common knowledge that most cases of rape occur between people who have had prior contact. . . sexual or otherwise; but for the victims that statistic offers no solace. Not so much as a rationalization.
And so it was with Pat.
Chad could not reason with her now. She was a wild woman, when she awoke minutes later. The woman he'd admired for her lady-like ways was suddenly a hysterical maddened creature who blamed him rather than praised him for the love he'd given her. Shit, she'd gone crazy at the end...her climax had been so over-powering that she was almost out of her head. But now, with the pleasure receding and the shame rushing in, she had become crazy and uncontrollable.
"Get out of here!" she hissed. "I don't ever want to see you again, is that understood?" Her red hair flamed along with her cheeks, still flushed from the avid lovemaking. Pat was screaming as she held a blanket up to shield her nakedness while she hurled the alarm clock at him; it crashed against the wall, chipping the plaster just inches from his dodging head. Chad wasted no time grabbing his clothes and heading for the front steps, the sound of her hysterical screaming ringing in his ears.
When he slammed his car door he leaned against the seat and grinned. By God...that was one hell of a woman he had! Best fuck in the world, and he had no doubts there would be plenty more once she got some rest and thought it over. Hell. . . she needed it after three years, he rationalized. What was all the fuss about?
Pat didn't know how long she lay on the bed after Chad had left and the screeching of his tires disappeared into the blackened night. Sobbing and moaning, asking herself over and over how Chad, of all people, could have violated her as he'd done. She could have believed it of a stranger, but never of the man she'd loved for years and kept herself pure for . . .
She stopped, realizing her modest humility was groundless. Kim...oh, yes, there was Kim. Pat reached over to snatch a kleenex from the box near the bed lamp. She sat up, her long red hair a flaming aura around her head. Maybe she'd deserved it...perhaps Chad could read her thoughts, knew that she'd made love to someone else only one day before she'd promised to fall back in his arms again, the pure, sensible woman who'd left three years ago.
Her life had been so settled...so planned...but now, oh God, what should she do? The fury left her spent and weak as though she'd had a long illness. Wearily she dragged herself to the bathroom where she scrubbed her face and the body that had betrayed her. Secretly, she knew that she'd wanted to be bitten and caressed and bruised and used...that's what he'd done...using her like a whore, and she had reveled in it! That's what hurt.
The tears wouldn't stop for every time she tried to distract herself she'd remember the way she'd screamed, wanting Chad to force her into sex. The last two days rang in her ears like giant gongs chanting a rhythm of self-loathing. Finally sheer exhaustion overtook her, the tears drying on her white cheeks. No use brooding over today, she told herself. Tomorrow would come soon enough.
* * *
The next morning brought sunshine and renewed spirits, the godsend of sleep. Pat was up early, dressed and energized by a cup of black coffee, organizing her thoughts and her life.
What should she do? Spend the summer at her parent's cottage out on Martha's Vineyard? Find an apartment of her own? Or, should she go ahead and take the nursing job at Jefferson High, despite Chad's teaching position there.
The hour wore on with unpacking suitcases and hanging her wrinkled clothes in the closet next to clothes she hadn't worn for years. She shoved them to the back like bad memories, and it was then she made up her mind.
She would take the job regardless. She was an energetic person who needed a station in life, something more fulfilling than playing call-girl to a callous man, bitter from years of abstinence. That, she firmly resolved, she did not need, anymore than she needed a instant replay of last night's horror.
One telephone call and Pat was on the bus headed for Jefferson Junior High School for an interview with the Board of Supervisors. Pat dressed demurely for the occasion, choosing a simple, modest navy blue dress and low-heeled, yet fashionable, shoes to match.
One hour later she was standing at the entrance way to Jefferson Junior High School on the outskirts of Boston. She'd heard about the school thanks to the few American newspapers pilfered from the head nurse's office; since the bussing issue, Jefferson Junior High had been the center for the majority of the protests, and the battered brick walls of the institution testified to that. Near the entrance way, perhaps five or six feet above the top cement steep, someone had sprayed in paint: "Keep our school white."
Those words, those hateful words borne of ignorance and prejudice, fired the altruistic blood in Pat Keefer's veins. It might have been Viet Nam or any other scene of protest, including Watts. Any hint of unfairness and Pat was quickened to the cause. And so it was as she sat on the grass outside of the school soaking in the last warm rays of the August sun, watching the girls showing off their summer suntans and the boys gathering together in small racial cliques, dragging at their cigarettes with studied nonchalance. Realizing how young they were, not necessarily the hardening delinquents the newspapers made them out to be in their horror stories of teenagers shooting each other or stabbing another because of an overwrought ambition to rule the school for his minority group, Pat studied them with a feeling bordering on real affection.
Her contemplation was interrupted by the clanging of the warning bell, and Pat scurried along with the rest of the stragglers, not wanting to be late for her interview with the Board of Supervisors that was to take place in the superintendent's office.
"Well, look at those big knockers! We must be coming up in the world!" a boy snickered from among the throngs of students stampeding by.
Pat whirled in the crowded entrance way trying to locate the owner of the deep young voice that had risen above the chatter. Dozens of students were grinning in her direction, but now they fell suddenly silent in an attempt to preserve their anonymity against her angry reprisal. Realizing her search was futile, she mustered what she hoped to be professional dignity and strode into the entrance way, barely hearing a feminine voice with a heavy Puerto Rican accent: "For god sake's Pedro, keep your mouth shut. Man, you're in trouble enough."
The second warning bell wounded and Pat quickened her pace towards the superintendent's office, confident that the job would be hers for the asking. Her resume was complete and better still, something to be proud of. Only the leering stares of the students sloppily dressed in patched jeans and sweatshirts, unnerved her. These would be the children she would have to attend to, giving them eye examinations and sorting the hypochondriacs who hated school from the truly ill. It would be a chore, but far preferable spending lonely uninvolved hours thinking and brooding over an old boy friend who suddenly turned sex maniac.
The interview was short, with the superintendent explaining the difficulty of the position, warning the redheaded nurse of the racial strife that had wracked the school and sent its name to the headlines of the major East coast newspapers. Just last year one teacher had been threatened with a knife, two students stabbed in the boys' locker room, and that, he warned, was only the beginning of the trouble. It was introduction enough, he announced, waiting for the impetuous young woman to flinch or show a sign of fear. But one glance at her resume and he realized why she sat there demurely nodding her head at the appropriate moment, hands folded in her lap, listening to the horror stories of a public school suddenly turned battleground because of somebody's solution to an age-old problem of inequality.
A vote-nods of heads-by the supervisors, and Pat was shown to her office, a small two room suite at the far end of the school, next to the gymnasium. She spent the afternoon there, sorting out the limited medical supplies and making lists of what would be needed. A requisition was issued by the superintendent, along with a small cash donation toward beautifying the squalid nurses quarters. Feeling lighthearted and beaming with her accomplishments of the day, Pat picked up her hand-tooled leather handbag and, locking the door to her office, headed for the exit in the back of the school facing the parking lot. The buses sat there ready-the infamous buses, their yellow sides beaten in by hurled rocks and obscene slogans painted on the side. Pat shook her head in disgust, tutting.
"Pat!" someone called from behind her. She turned in time to see the glass doors revolving open and Chad rushing through. Pat cringed for the first time that day.
"Can I give you a lift?" he insisted. The red-headed nurse took one long look at the weary and worried lines of her boy friend's face and her heart softened. Apologies were written all over his face.
Several minutes later after a cursory conversation, Pat and Chad were seated in his blue Toyota, only the hourly news on the radio breaking the silence. When at last the news had ended to be replaced by the after-school top 40 tunes, Pat turned off the radio.
"How was your first day back at school?" she asked timidly.
Chad rubbed his reddened eyes with a clenched fist; it was obvious he hadn't slept last night. "Oh, just fine. Got a couple of rough ones in my first hour class, but then that's to be expected." He paused, then asked, "I see you've decided to take the job. It's a good idea I think; it'll give you something to do...keep you off the streets."
"What?" Pat stiffened. "What kind of a remark is that?" The silence had not meant a truce, she realized; Chad was not at all sorry for the way he'd treated her the night before. How could anyone be so bitter? She asked him just that, only to be hit with:
"Bitter? Hell. I'm not bitter. I just took what I had coming to me. Men and women do have sex out of wedlock you know. And remember, you were the one who didn't want to get married."
Pat's mouth puckered and she chewed on her lower lip. "That's really a rotten thing to say. Let me out!"
"Oh, come on. Cool down, will ya? It's no big thing. I don't know why you have to play Florence Nightingale all the time. Get off your pedestal will you?"
Pat's eyes widened, flashing blue sparklers at the man she'd considered her lover and more-a friend. How could he talk to her like this? "You...you bastard! Let me out of this car this minute or I'll really cause a scene."
"Okay, if that's the way you want it." Chad made a tight right hand turn, grazing by a clench-fisted Volkswagen driver, missing him by a half a foot.
Pat "hummphed" and slammed the door behind her, ending another episode in the love life of Pat Keefer.
* * *
One of the basic qualities her parents had taught her as a young child was to try to endure what befell her with a sense of dignity. Without that training, Pat thought, she could never have gotten through the night. Her whole world had been shattered. She felt like an alien in her own country, and the man she had considered almost her fianc' had turned out to be a selfish, inconsiderate human being-and that was a generous description. There seemed to be no way to pick up the pieces and put them back together again. Except...her job. Thank God for that! She would plunge into her work with a fury and dedication, hoping it would help her forget her boyfriend's callous accusations.
The world hadn't ended, she told herself because Chad had proved false and selfish and brutal. It was better that she found out now and not later; but somehow her interior arguments did not alleviate the hurt and pain that seemed permanently lodged near her heart.
She would go home and take a hot bath, she promised herself, with a still upper lip as she fumbled in her coin purse for a quarter to board the Number 31 bus that was grinding its gears down the hot asphalt ribbon of the dirty Boston streets not more than a half a block away. And tomorrow, she thought, squinting against the sun, she would arrange her office and decorate it before the tedious task of giving eye examinations and hearing tests to the seven hundred odd students at Jefferson Junior High School. An organizer by choice, she would wile away her time planning, and time beneficially spent meant time away from Chad. Thank God!
CHAPTER FOUR
Pat was tacking a 'hang in there Baby' poster, a picture of a tabby cat chinning himself, to the freshly painted white wall of her office when a timid knock brought her down off the chair. With a satisfied grin, she surveyed the office, now in fresh order and, pulling her white uniform to a freshly-ironed smoothness, she answered the door.
It was the principal of the school, Mr. Barren, followed by a raucous line of students all tittering and chatting in their ethnic ebullience, thankful to be out of their hot, stuffy classrooms for any excuse.
"Miss Keefer," started Mr. Barren offering his hand. "The first hour English teacher was ill today and we can't afford substitutes in this district-we're stretchin' the budget beyond endurance already. So I thought this might be a good time to start the examinations." He paused and glanced around. "I hope this is a good time for you," he added with a look of concern seeing the boxes of bandages and tongue suppressors still lined up on the brightly waxed floor.
For a nervous second Pat faltered, then quickly recovered. She hadn't been prepared for the students for another couple of days at least, but a cursory glance told her the intrusion would pose no problem. The eye chart was hung and the medical records a mess from last year's inefficient nurse-were of no use anyway. She would have to make out individual charts for each student. A tedious and thankless task, but a necessary one.
"No problem, Mr. Barren," she smiled, gesturing with her hand for the first of the students in line to come in. Mr. Barren took one horrified look at the steaming mass of young humanity behind him and dodged out the door, escaping like a rabbit stealing carrots from a garden. He wanted no part of it; he was an administrator, not a babysitter.
"Children!" called out Pat from the doorway. "I'm going to take you one at a time. It should only take two minutes each for the eye examination, after which you are instructed by Mr. Barren to return to your class room. "You. What's your name?" she asked the tall Puerto Rican boy at the head of the line.
"Pedro." The dark youth looked sullenly up from his front line position, then broke into a lazy smile as he muttered something too low for her to hear, which caused rippling giggles from the girls standing in back of him.
"I beg your pardon," Pat said, scowling at the tittering girls, threatening them back into silence. "I didn't hear your last name. Please enunciate well so we can all appreciate your humor. If you give me the wrong name, let me caution you, you might end up with somebody else's pair of glasses. Now speak up." She minced no words, much to the shock of the boy who stared at her five foot four frame and blazing red hair, feeling intimidated by her well-spoken demands.
The boy casually scanned every inch of her body, then drawled, "Pedro Cortes, ma'am. My friends call be Ballsy."
"Really? I can't imagine why," she retorted, recognizing his voice from the incident in the entrance way when she'd first come for her interview. His casual but thorough scrutiny of her lush young body under the thin nylon of her uniform unnerved her, but she resolved not to show her discomfort, knowing that once they intimidated her she was in for nothing but trouble. The Vietnamese children had never behaved this way, she remembered with a scowl. "Well, why don't I call you Pedro, and you may call me Miss Keefer." She turned away from the grinning youth and stepped out into the hallway to include the rest of the class in her statement.
"I am Miss Pat Keefer and I will be your school nurse. There are plans for another nurse to join me, should the school budget allow such a luxury. It is my duty to give you all eye examinations and separate the ill from the fakers. I expect you to behave yourself while you are in my office and show respect for its fixtures. You may leave your coats and books in your lockers before coming to my office. This is not a place to hang out, it is only for emergencies."
As she spoke, she strolled to the back of the line where an attractive, well-developed girl was lighting up a cigarette. With a flick of her petite finger Pat grabbed it from her mouth and snuffed it out in the wastepaper basket at the same time pointing to the "No Smoking" sign painted on the wall, still effective though someone had painted eyes in the O's, making it into a funny face. "No smoking is allowed in the hallways outside of my office or in any other part of the school. Orders from the principal. This school is a fire hazard already, as you all well know," she added, hiding her horror at the shocking number of scar-faced youngsters, obviously victims of gang fights.
Not waiting for a reaction from the stunned girl, she returned to the front of the line to call out the name of the first person on the roster that Mr. Barren had left with her. "Alexandria."
A bronze-faced Latino stepped forward, a shy boy, underdeveloped for his age, his hands thrust in his Levi pockets. When he lifted his head, Pat clearly saw the cause of his shyness. The poor boy had a case of acne that almost made her retch; but like a good nurse she ignored the stigma and smiled encouragingly at him.
"Hey! Scar face!" one of the girls in the front of the line called out, causing a ripple of laughter to convulse the crowd.
Her indignation spurring her to action, Pat stroke noisily down the line and instructed the girl to wait down the hall, guiding her by the elbow and plunking her down on a straight back chair sitting uselessly outside of the Girl's room.
"Hey nurse!" Pedro greeted her as he stepped out of line, insolently resting his eyes on her curvily jutting breasts. "You beginning to wish you'd stayed home this year? What are you doin' in a dump like this? Turnin' tricks?"
Startled, she gazed into his hard brown eyes and then cringed. She had assumed the students' rowdy behavior to be mere fun, but now their antics seemed more sinister in motive. Could these teenagers have some personal grudge against her? The idea seemed un-likely, but why were they giving her such a hard time? Too weary to admonish him for his impertinence, she waved Pedro back into line and shuffled toward her door, slamming it behind her leaving just she and J. Alexandria inside.
Once the process of examining started rolling, the time went by quickly, the idea of closing the door behind each student and dismissing them one by one back to the class room, thus eliminating people and trouble, worked wonderfully. By the end of the hour she had examined twenty of the thirty students in the first hour class.
But, as the day wore on, she became more and more dejected, admitting to herself that she had not made any noticeable progress in establishing authority or respect. Worse: she was afraid she had made enemies with Pedro-a boy she didn't want to reckon with, and the cigarette smoking girl. Both were leaders, that was obvious. Though grimly displaying only calmness, she grew even more distraught as she confiscated packs of cigarettes from shirt pockets and rolled up tee-shirt sleeves. Many of the packs contained hand rolled cigarettes which she instantly recognized as marijuana.
After the last of the students had bolted out of the room, the weary nurse collected the litter from the hallway floor, including packs of cigarettes filled with hand-rolled cigarettes which she immediately recognized as marijuana. In Viet Nam she had seen plenty, only there marijuana was sold in packs, conveniently enough, and she had smoked occasionally, more out of curiosity than desire. When the last scrap of paper was thrown in the trash can and the last index card filed alphabetically, she collapsed in a chair, relaxing for the first time that day. Though she tried not to consider the disappointing events of the day, her eyes filled with hot tears as she realized she had failed in trying to reach the children. As with the Vietnamese, she had wanted more than anything to be their friend, to show them that someone cared, for she knew from experience they were shown little affection at home. Their fathers' were probably either unemployed or alcoholics or held down two jobs, leaving little time for family get-togethers and understanding.
And there was the disappointment with Chad. She had not seen him since yesterday afternoon, although he had phoned several times the night before apologizing for his crude behavior and insinuations, promising that they would start anew, on her terms. She had cringed at the sound of his voice, remembering his harsh words and cruel hands, torturing her nakedly defenseless body as she had lain beneath him. Yet she still trembled at the thought of his penetration of her long neglected vaginal passage, his fingers pinching and pushing at her tender flesh as if she were a common whore. And now, he had the nerve to ask her to trust him. The creep!
The best policy was to try to forget him, hopefully find fulfillment in this nursing position, but even that now seemed impossible, since the children eyed her as an enemy instead of a friend. The lunch hour bell rousted her from her chair. Thank God! At least she could go outside and enjoy the sunlight.
Pat picked up her light lunch of cottage cheese and an apple in a brown paper bag that sat in the locked refrigerator next to the syringe needles and supply of insulin, and headed out the back door, wanting to avoid if possible, the throng of cigarette smoking, patched-jean and tee-shirted youngsters in the front yard.
The sun was healing as she sat on a patch of grass near the parked cars, and she leaned up against a tree munching on an apple, the latest Time magazine open in her lap. When her teeth bit into the core, she took a bite into the last hunk of fruity flesh, then flung the apple core for the birds to pick at, glancing up to see a man and a woman slamming a car door behing them.
That walk, thought Pat sitting up and squinting into the sun. That's Chad's walk; I'd recognize it anywhere. Closing her magazine and rising up on her haunches, supporting and balancing her weight on one hand propped against the grass, she watched as he slid into the back seat of his blue Toyota and took the woman in his arms. Pat's eyes saucered on something near disgust and a deep painful sigh broke in her chest.
The bastard! How could he be so callous as to make out with another woman after the way he'd treated her? Either he didn't see her or didn't care, because now, she noticed craning her neck, he had disappeared in the back seat! It was the final blow, the last statement in their relationship. Soundlessly, she picked up her lunch bag, brushed the dried grass from her skirt and scurried back to the building, taking the front entrance this time.
Her soft-soled shoes padded noiselessly down the already scuffed floors to the nurse's office as she tried to put her emotions into some semblance of order. She thought back over the fruitless morning followed by her lunch time of sensual debasement, watching Chad disappear in the back seat of his car with a woman. Pat knew she would remember that scene forever as one of the worst days of her life. She'd almost welcome trying to control the unruly pupils, no matter how frustrating or terrifying.
The rest of the afternoon slipped by, but not without incident.
Remembering the principal's words, and her own altruistic way of viewing youth, she had tried to be kind and understanding to the youths who had been raised in a poverty-stricken neighborhood, but learned quickly that they could not be trusted while she turned her back, much less reached by sympathy or compassion. Her gestures of friendship were met by sneers and laughter or, worse still, suggestive proposals for after class meetings from the braver, rowdier boys. How could she deal with these people who thought only in terms of sex and violence.
She reddened at the thought of Pedro's insinuation that had prompted giggles from the girls, and insulting snickers from the boys. Pedro had been the next in line, and when asked io read the letters in the second row, he'd blurted out loud enough for everyone to hear: 'F-U-C-K". The same followed for the third fourth and the invisible fifth row.
Although the scandalous and humiliating outburst was repulsive and needless, the struggling young nurse could not help wondering how children of fourteen and fifteen could learn to use such obscene language. And what must they think of her to say such things-even as an adolescent prank? Too mortified to say a word about it, afraid that the acknowledgement would encourage more lewdness, Pat clung to the hope that she would be able to retain at least her dignity in the last round of testing.
But she too came dangerously close to being annihilated when she had returned from the ladies room to find three students struggling on the floor in the hallway next to the men's room. Stunned, she watched the melee for several minutes before realizing the two boys were attempting to rape the helpless young girl. Knowing she couldn't handle the situation by herself, knowing she couldn't overpower the brawny youths, she'd left the doorway where she'd been standing to run to a class room and bring back someone to help her save the struggling girl who was about to be ravaged. When Pat returned with the English instructor, the students were gone-except for three taking their sweet time going back to class-Pedro, Duane and Marcy, their smugly grinning faces turned away from her. Not until much later in the day had she realized that the nerve-shattering episode had only been a charade, enacted to taunt her. The teacher had smiled sympathetically at her, but left the hall without speaking to the demurely complacent students, as if he knew that questions or accusations were futile.
At last the final bell rang, and though Pat's day of work was effectively finished, she decided to wait for the late bus, to avoid Chad. Anyway, there was plenty to do: filling out the medical cards and preparing for tomorrow's onslaught of work and matched horrors. Today had been trying, worse than anything she could remember at the orphanage, and she settled down in her chair, listening to the building slowly become deserted.
She wondered why none of the teachers were in their classrooms. Although, she recalled with a wince, if they're anything like Chad the answer is obvious. But still it seemed strange that some of the teachers would give up the quiet time to finish paper work or meet with students in private conferences; God knows, there was need for it. But it seemed completely quiet as she walked down the hallway now toward the teacher's lounge for a cup of coffee. Everything seemed completely silent, and she remembered that even the janitor would not be there as the school was thoroughly cleaned only yesterday. Once again, she shivered with apprehension.
The sound of Pat's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor as she walked back to her office, a cup of coffee in hand, and a slight feeling of unease passed through her as she reached the doorway of the nurse's office which, in her fatigue, had left unlocked. Nevertheless, she tried to shrug away the disquieting sensation. First checking to make sure her purse was still hidden under the desk, she then sharpened a pencil and started at her work, marking on the index cards the result of the eye examinations. She was well into the C's when a small sound distracted her. Pat looked up to find Duane standing just inside the door of her office. He was a tall gangling boy, quieter than his friend Pedro, but he had a disconcerting habit of staring at her without blinking. Standing just inside the office he was doing it again. A shiver crept up Pat's arms and her general uneasiness increased.
"Yes...." she said somewhat hesitantly. "What is it?" She was cut short by a groan from the hallway.
"It's my pal, Calvin. I was about to give 'im a lift home and he got sick."
"Well for God's sake, bring him in," commanded Pat, a startled look on her face.
A black boy, stooping over, his face twisted in a grimace and his right hand hanging onto his stomach stumbled in and fell on the cot. Pat felt the blood quicken in alarm. Oh dear...he had to be sick all right. It could be anything from food poisoning to appendicitis. There didn't seem to be anyone left at school to .drive him home or take him to an emergency room of the nearby hospital. What was she going to do?
Standing over the moaning boy, she shook the boy by the arm. "Answer me. Where is the pain? Are you sick to your stomach?"
He nodded, his afro hair flopping with his movement. "It's on my left side...hurts awful."
"Yeah...he just kinda folded up like that. I was gettin' ready to take off and he just fell over," Duane chimed in.
Then Pedro came in, panting and out of breath. "What's wrong with him?"
Pat leaned down over Calvin. "Calvin," she implored of the black boy. "What kind of a pain is it? Describe it to me," she said softly. A growing panic gnawed at her as she tried to think of a way to get the boy to a hospital. The school was far from the normal taxi run and during rush hour it would be almost impossible to get someone to pick him up. There was always his parents, but it was doubtful anyone would be at his home, she thought, looking at his dirty clothes.
"Oh, yeah. I can describe it." To the young nurse's amazement the kinky-haired boy suddenly looked up at her and grinned, showing off his white teeth. There was no trace of discomfort in his face. At the precise moment he looked up at her, Pedro and Duane grabbed her arms and jerked them behind her back.
"I can describe it real well, nurse," Calvin laughed. "It's in my groin because I got this hard cock for you." With that, Calvin jerked his open fly apart and produced from inside his grimy shorts an unmistakably erect young black penis.
Pat recoiled in horror and confusion, a panic tearing at her vitals now. It was all a horrible trap! They'd tricked her. It was as though they'd planned the whole thing! They'd waited till everyone was gone and then tricked her. OH dear God! The horror stories of rapes, knives, and beatings flashed through her mind like lightning. It was all over now.
"Yeah, nurse...we all got to have some relief. Those tits of yours got all of us horny as toads."
"Man, I'll say," Duane laughed with Pedro. "Can't even see that eye chart for thinking about those tits."
Pat could feel the hot breaths on either side of her as she stared in disbelief at the nakedly thrusting prick in Calvin's lap. It looked too big for a boy...obscene and rigid, the tiny slit in the end dribbling one tiny drop of clear male fluid. The grimy boy reached out to encircle it with one hand. He jerked the loose outer skin up and down over the throbbing long hardness, grinning at her with cunning calculation. The full horror of her situation began to register in her reeling brain then. She jerked against the strong boyish arms that held her. A wild sob tore out her throat as she struggled against their youthful strength.
"We don't think you know how things are run in this school, Miss Pat," Pedro panted in his Spanish accent, twisting her arm back brutally. "You're new here, ain't ya? Yeah, man, we got some things on you we wanna exam."
"Stop bulling, Pedro. Let's get at it! The janitor might show up!" Duane grunted as he tried to hold the struggling nurse with one hand while he fumbled at the neck of her uniform with the other. A wild surge of revulsion and horror swept over Pat at this new assault on her life. It became the last straw in a day of emotional trauma.
"Come on, Calvin. Help us! She's stronger than she looks!"
The black boy stood up then and jerked off his opened levis and shorts. He skinned his T-shirt over his head and reached out for her.
"Please, Calvin!" she sobbed, near hysteria as the boy's hands began to brutally knead and tug at the curve of her breasts. "The principal is going to hear about this! Not to mention your parents-"
That brought a wake of laughter from the boys. "Just try to find my old man and you'll do something my Ol' lady's been tryin' to do for years."
Standing before her and grinning widely into her fear-struck face, Calvin said slowly, with a deliberately insulting intonation, "Why nurse, you're not going to do nothing right now. Hell, we've all been thrown out of school before. You think that scares us? Hell, that's a vacation compared to being in this dump."
Pat looked from one rough unfinished young face to the other, they were all unforgiving and hard. A sudden fear shot through her. All the students crowding around her were hardened, shaggy-haired jean-clad males. They kept winking at each other and digging each other in the ribs in a knowing way as they steadily closed in on her.
"You can't. . . your crazy!! ! " Pat tried bravely to make her voice authoritative. "Go home! I won't tell anyone if you'll just go home."
"Ah, we can't go yet. . . " Calvin drawled, his eyes narrowing cunningly. "We got a lot to do yet." His head jerked toward the door and one of the boys went over and locked it.
"What. . . what are you doing? Open that door right now!"
"You see, Miss Pat, you can't order us around like you was doing this morning and get away with it," Pedro explained patiently.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Now open that door!" Pat was shaking with anger and weak with fear. She knew that these boys knew the school would let them do anything they wished, just not to create an issue. Even the principal had given up on them, that was obvious from this morning's encounter with the frightened man.
"The trouble is going to be yours if you don't cooperate." Calvin's voice was sullen and menacing and the terrified young nurse stared at him wild-eyed. She watched mesmerized as his hand came out and brazenly cupped her fully rounded breast through her white uniform. It was as though she was frozen in her tracks, the impart of his lewd gesture and all it implied sinking into her horrified brain.
"Come on, let's get on with it before I lose this hard on," Duane complained.
"Yeah, let's get some cunt, man," Pedro chuckled.
Pat's head swiveled frantically from one hardened young face to the other as the terror of her situation hit her and her numbed brain frantically sought a means of escape. Oh God! There had to be one! She couldn't just stand here and let herself be viciously raped by these young maniacs!
"Take your clothes off!"
"Yeah! Let's see some pussy."
Pat shrank even though her arms were pinioned, her eyes two burning coals. "No...no you can't. . . it's insane...stop it. . . you'll never get away with it." Her breath came painfully in dry mouthed gasps. This was a horror she'd never reckoned with, even in Viet Nam where she'd been a stranger. Wildly, she thought about screaming, but then remembered the deadly quiet of the school. There was no one around to hear if she did scream, and her throat felt incapable of such effort.
"Now you get the clothes off, bitch. . . nicely...or we'll tear them off. You guys, too. Skin your clothes off and let's get on with it. Everybody's gonna get theirs. Isn't that right, Pat?" Calvin laughed into her face like a raving maniac until Pat could feel his hot breath against her face. She was trembling so violently now that she thought her legs wouldn't be able to support her. She swayed, but the hard young hands held her up.
"You want some help?" Calvin sneered. Pat felt his hand go impatiently to the throat of her uniform. Weakly she shook her head, flinching at his lustfully eager touch. The other boys were rapidly shedding shirts and jeans, skinning their clothes off at his command, revealing surprising bulging muscles and smoothly browned bodies. She felt their hot hands leave her as they worked, but her arms were held tight from behind. She was going to be raped, and that was all there was to it. Raped by three boys. They had planned it all too well! The school was deserted...there was no reason for a policeman to check the school in the afternoon. There was no one there to help her. No one at all. God, what could she do?
Pat's red head began to swim and she found herself swaying slowly. The mortal fear and misery enveloped her mind and body. But through it came a terrible floating, suspended calmness, a strange resignation...not un-like that afternoon with Kim. She waited, surrounded by three nakedly leering boys.
"Strip!" commanded Pedro harshly.
"In front of. . . ev-everybody?" she answered in a frightened whimper. Yet she knew she couldn't resist. Cooperation was her only hope.
"That's just what we mean. Now peel and let us see that body of yours." Calvin's stone like command broke her spirit. She felt someone's hands leave her arms. like a marionette, the subjugated young nurse slowly unbuttoned her uniform and let it fall to the floor.
"All of it-that means your bra and panties, too."
Stifling a sob of utter shame, she reached behind her and then her voluptuously quivering breasts were nakedly in view of the leering boys. The youths sucked in their collective breaths, for her hugely-set breasts were twin orbs of unblemished whiteness, capped with trembling nubs of apricot-colored nipples. Slipping her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her skimpy white panties she slid the nylon wisps slowly down over her fully rounded hips. Her hematin-colored triangle of curling pubic hair brought another round of excited gasps.
"Hot damn," groaned Pedro. "I can see her cunt lips and everything. She's a fine piece of tail."
Another said: "Lie down and spread your legs." We want to see all of your pretty pussy. Ahhhhhh.. . . "
Pat crumpled, sinking to the mattress of the cot, to lie tremblingly flat on her back, her flesh a warm creamy-white in the fluorescent lighting, her lushly ripened breasts spreading slightly on her rapidly rising and falling chest, her taut abdomen rippling with queer sensations of shock and fear. There was something so terrible, so wretched about exposing her naked body before all these young boys that it was almost exciting-as it had been with Kim.
"Open those legs wider," Calvin continued.
Mortified, Pat looked down between her legs at the exposed, hair lined lips of her cunt, the cool air wafting gently over them and making them tingle erotically. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, feeling her face flaming with intense embarrassment.
The hopeless young teacher realized that she had been trapped in this depraved prison of evil. These tormenting teenage boys would have used any excuse to wreak their licentious passions on her helpless body. They must have planned this from the day she walked in for her interview. She shook with overwhelming fear, praying she could somehow blot out the whole terrifying nightmare.
Calvin was breathing heavily, the tantalizing sight of the naked young teacher driving his cock upward in wild throbbing. Without a look at the other two boys panting around the nurse, he wrapped his hand around his painfully jerking cock and skinned it back a few times.
Through fear-fogged eyes, the defenseless girl saw the blue-veined shaft and rich, blood-heavy head of Calvin's young cock...a long thick cock which looked as though it was too heavy for his thin body to support. He was going to fuck her in front of the others! Oh God, Chad...where are you? A surge of obscene desire rippled through her at the thought of Chad, even though he'd betrayed her! She must be mad! Her aroused body was ignoring her dizzy, subjugated brain as she gazed upwards at the boy working his hand up and down his prick, moving the thick foreskin over the engorged cock-head.
Calvin lowered his wiry young body down near her mouth. "Nurse, take my cock in your mouth and suck me off."
The young nurse let out a mewl of surprised rebellion. She couldn't do that! Not after all of this! She couldn't force herself to take his huge cock in her mouth, wrap her tongue around his sperm-loaded thing and...no! Pat's hand reached up to push away his smooth young testicles. Pleadingly, she begged for release. Tears streamed from her eyes, running down her cheeks and soaking the hair at her temples. A trickle of the warm tears slowly dribbled between her heaving breasts. "Rape me, but don't make me...do that," she sobbed.
She tried to resist, but the ringleader wrapped his hands painfully around her red hair, bringing her head up to where his rigid young cock weaved impatiently in the air, directly in front of her lips. He held the moaning young nurse steady but unable to move. "Hurry up, nurse...my balls are ready to explode!"
Pat stared at the pulsating cock-head which glistened wetly with its thin sheen of lubrication, and it seemed to her a symbol of everything despicable and sick in the world at that horrid moment. Her mind mercifully blanked out some of the stark terror, making her a meekly quivering slave to the whims of the vicious high school boy who kneeled nakedly in front of her. She knew instinctively that she was going to have to obey him without further question, that it was too late. He meant business! God knows what he would do to her if she resisted! And then it would be worse-far worse for her than if she submitted now.
"Ohhh," she mewled in abject misery, and bent her head forward revulsion filling her mind and causing her belly to contort.
She put her wetly parted lips on the tip of the purplish head, and tasted the pungently heady tang of male secretions, with its distinctive spice. But instead of disgust and a feeling of nausea which she'd thought she'd feel, rippling spasms of lewd delight shot through her. Incredibly, the taste of his cock was actually pleasant to her! It was hard, yet fleshly resilient, and gave her trembling lips a peculiar feeling of warmth and desire as if the boy's rigid cock was some delicious stick of candy which she couldn't get enough of. Tentatively, still unsettled and fearful, Pat lavished her wetly licking tongue along the whole glans, then brushed and grazed along the palpitatingly heated shaft from its thick underside to its mushroomed head, washing and playing and caressing with increased fervor with every lapping stroke.
Then parting her glistening lips she opened her mouth and smoothly slid his cock along the full-length of her tongue. Tiny drops of lubricating fluid seeped from the excitedly throbbing tip of his cock, filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungently salty taste. Yes, she had been wrong! She had thought she'd loathe sucking on this boy's cock, but now, forced to do it, the tormented nurse was finding the forbidden act extremely exciting!
Without further hesitation, she began to bob her head rapidly up and down, along the expanding cock shaft, feeling its head hit the back of her throat. Pat Keefer felt frenzied sensations churning in her belly, erotic fermentations that she'd never dreamed could exist! The surprisingly delicious masculine piquancy of the boy's smooth young prick brought a craving to suck him until she could taste his shooting sperm. Quickly, she trailed her tongue back over the pumping shaft, while Calvin began a slow rhythmic undulation with his hips, sliding his thick cock in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth, his hands still viciously entwined in her hair.
The sight of the nurse's naked body slavering to make the groaning boy empty his balls into her mouth was wildly exciting to his buddies, and spurred on their own insatiable young passions. The high school boys lewdly gasped as tingling sensations of perversely voyeuristic delight coursed through them. One dropped to lie on his back and massage his own blood-engorged cock with his hands. The other two heatedly aroused boys leaned close as the prim young nurse sucked with tightly elastic lips over Calvin's eagerly ramming cock fucking wildly into her straining mouth, her cheeks hallowing on the out-stroke and expanding obscenely on the in-stroke.
The subjugated nurse's eyes were glazed with a madly ecstatic film of animal lust that sent shivers of obscene excitement through them. The boys could even see thick fluid, a combination of saliva and Calvin's excited secretions, dripping from the corners of her mouth and running in tiny streams down her cheeks. They sadistically reveled in the cruel humiliation Calvin was subjecting her to. Through the daze of their own rapidly mounting boyish desires they saw Pat's mouth greedily clasping the growing prick fucking in and out of her lips clinging tightly to the throbbing shaft as though clamped there.
Calvin grinned lewdly as he orally fucked the moaning young nurse, hungrily watching her lust-contorted face suck and lick his relentlessly thrusting shaft. She had taken her hand from his heavily throbbing testicles and placed it behind his muscular flexing buttocks and was pulling him desirously to her! Shit yes! She was sucking his penis like a goddamned whore! The blood seethed in his veins, his hot cum boiling in his aching balls! The feverish boy drove forward hard, sinking his cock so far into the beautiful nurse's sucking mouth that his pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose and his balls danced with a slapping unison against her uptilted chin. His rocks were about ready to explode! Frantically he sought for his explosive release. "Shit. . . shit. . . shit, shit, shit. . . " he groaned.
"Mmmmmm-mmmmmm," the nurse mewled abjectly. As if in answer, Calvin's hotly pounding cock began to spew a gushing flood of cum directly into the receiving cavern of her mouth. Immediately she opened it wider and thrust out her parting lips in an abandoned effort to consume more. The hot thick spurts streamed from his jetting cock's head like milk from a cow's udder, as Pat Keefer swallowed voraciously to keep from choking. Calvin's virile young cock throbbed out its last remaining stream of seminal fluid and thin strings of his slippery white cum overflowed her wetly glistening lips to drip across his chin.
"Oh God-ooohhh," she choked as her head sank to the mattress.
Calvin chuckled and rolled to one side and sat up. "In due time I'll fuck you...when I get it up again."
Her breathing came in short, hard gasps, making her painfully full breasts rise and fall in a deep panting motion. Pat suddenly felt her own unsated passion as her belly ached seethingly with unfilled lust. No matter how she tried to ignore it, sucking that boy's fresh young seed had made her desperate with sexual need. Was there never to be an end of her humiliation? First Kim...now this.
Calvin grinned at the boys around him. "Who wants to go first with her?"
"Me! Let me!" Duane choked as he stared wild-eyed at the debased nurse.
"How about you, Pedro?"
"I can wait 'til last."
Pat shuddered uncontrollably as her jangling brain deciphered the lewd words. They...they were all going to gang fuck her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her head turned beseechingly at Duane, but he only stared unblinkingly at her. Cowering on the mattress as the boys gleefully ogled her, she knew she'd submit to any of their depraved demands, no matter how wicked. At least she'd be alive, she'd survived. She recognized the attempt at justification but knew her own sexual fire was raging uncontrollably in her belly, tearing at the innards of her sinful body in a way that would not be denied.
Willing her mind to blank everything out was not enough. The torture of knowing that their lusting, blood-swollen cocks would use her helpless body as a receptacle to spew their vile sperm into, sent tears of wretched humiliation from her tortured eyes. The young nurse moaned in fatalistic anguish as Duane, the leering young hoodlum came excitedly over to her.
Squirming, Pat looked up, hoping that he might have taken small pity on her hopeless condition, but the boy's eyes flickered in an obscene appreciation as he saw the deliciously young feast spread so defenselessly before him. Undisguised lust glittered from his pupils as his long, hardened cock jerked from his lean young belly. For one agonizing instant, Pat wondered if she wouldn't rather resist and die. Then Duane sank to his knees and leaned anxiously over her, running his rough, young hands over her smoothly cringing flesh.
A deep, indescribably electric shock shot through the frayed nerves of her nakedly besieged body like a thousand sharp needles, dancing wickedly along the inner softness of her moistened legs. Her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress to quench the rising hot flames licking hungrily at her throbbing cunt and the bud of her tinglingly erect clitoris. The path of the high school boy's coarse fingers rippled in her now quivering belly and out into the excitedly ripening nipples of the strange hands roaming her naked flesh, her ivory globed breasts rose and fell heavily with the labored breathing of intense sexual excitement.
Duane couldn't wait! He pushed her unresisting thighs wide apart with the palms of his hands and crawled eagerly up between their trembling fullness. The flames rose higher around the wetly moistening edges of Pat's naked cunt as she felt the boys' presence on top of her. Dizzily, she thought of herself as one hotly moist tunnel which had to be filled! Her eyes locked greedily on the hardened young cock quivering out from his kneeling body, hovering between the slimness of her wide-stretched thighs. Uncontrollably, her legs kicked out, heels curling around his lean young buttocks pulling him in toward her writhing body. The high school boy guided his thick young cock straight into her throbbing cunt, his full weight smashing her to the floor with a deep moan. Then he rammed his long pulsing cock as deep as it could go in her wetly clasping cunt, his balls smacked heavily against her upturned naked buttocks.
Pat held only one maddened thought at that moment; she wanted him deeper, wanted him to burrow further into her hot, hungry cunt. She groaned, splaying her legs eagerly out on the mattress to give him greater access. "Fuck me deeper!" she whispered shamelessly.
As if in apology, Duane rammed his tongue in her mouth. The frantic nurse sucked thirstily at his warm saliva. Her aroused young body was not caught up in a dizzy whirlpool of raw lust as his madly jerking cock pistoned into her cunt mercilessly, the thud of his long deep strokes resounding noisily, and she felt her climax beginning. . . .
The naked nurse bucked uncontrollably up against Duane as she felt his eagerly plunging cock stiffen without warning and spurt its white-hot liquid deep into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb. Pat moaned in wild frustration. It was too soon! He'd cum too soon, leaving her just a split second away from her own magical apex. She strained against his rapidly deflating young cock, crying out with lust crazed anguish as he rolled away from her with a happy, satiated smile.
The fire burned needfully on in the excited nurse's churning cunt. Oh God! she waited impatiently for the next boy. "Oh God," she sobbed hysterically, "I'm going crazy! Someone! Anyone! Fuck me!"
Pedro Cortes threw himself over her nakedly squirming body without ceremony, straddling her panting stomach heavily. The soft whiteness of her satiny skin as it brushed against his dangling testicles sent his long, slender cock frantically jerking in anguished anticipation. He moved forward and lay his hardened cock between the wide valley of her fleshy young breasts, cupping his hands around their lushness, pushing them together to trap his lustfully pulsating cock softly between them.
Pat looked down her nose and watched the bulbous red head growing between her breasts, feeling it heatedly throbbing against her sensitive skin. Intensely searing hot-licking flames of lust shot down to the quivering slit of her hungry cunt.
"No! Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me! Not there!"
Pedro slid his blue-veined cock faster and faster between her soft-fleshed breasts, ignoring her anguished pleas, saliva trickling from his lips moistening the deep valley and making the passage easier for his rampaging young shaft. Desperately he pumped, faster and faster.
"God!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, and cursed the boy. "I want you inside of me!" Her pussy was a steamingly hot cavern that twitched with nerves out of control, and her passion-maddened body was going to explode if he didn't soon stuff his cock up inside her tormented cunt. She sobbed hysterically, crying out for relief.
Calvin grinned with cruelly salacious satisfaction as he saw the naked nurse writhing out of control on the floor. The woman was beyond objecting to anything now, and she would probably welcome it, he thought gleefully. "Pedro, shove it to her man!" he said to the boy vigorously fucking his cock against her naked breasts. "Fuck her like she wants!"
Pat's eyes were glazed unseeingly in uncontrollable lust. All she wanted was to feel the incredible deliciousness of being fucked! It was Chad she had wanted...Chad or even...yes, dear God, she wanted Kim more than anyone.
The body of Pedro Cortes slid down over her, fitting his cock head immediately into the entrance of her wetly starving cunt, as she locked her legs in near frenzy around his back. Jerking her hips up, gyrating wildly, she held the boy deep in her tightly gripping cunt. Before she could cry out her thankfulness, Pedro grabbed her wriggling ankles and thrust them up until her knees were pressed hard against her excitedly swollen breasts. As she lay so totally exposed, her hair-lined pussy splayed wide and her small tender anus puckering into full view, the teenaged boy rammed his hotly trembling young cock deep up into her cum-filled cunt with one violent thrust.
"Aaaaaahhh!" Pat wailed as she felt the school boy drive his cock along the full length of her tightly clenching cunt. His body was quivering with the deliriously abandoned fucking, his hips surging against the soft flesh of her upraised pussy slit and moon-shaped buttocks. His swollen cock head drove into the farthermost depths of her burning cunt, scraping against her sensitive cervix, making her writhe in wild abandonment. "Yes, oh yes...fuck faster...fuck faster. . . . ! "
The once naive nurse strained desperately up against the youthfully ramming cock. She knew dimly that she bucked crazily, arching and rearing her wide-stretched buttocks like a bitch in heat. Oh God! That's what she was-a bitch, a whore, a slut! Chad was right. She could no longer deny that she wanted these boys lewdly raping her-only it wasn't rape anymore.
Pedro groaned and whined with a torrent of incomprehensible words, rotating his thighs, splitting the walls of her milking hot vagina with each deeply pounding stroke. Then he gave a harsh cry.
"That's it, Pedro!" Duane urged his teenage buddy. "Man, she's a wild one!" And then he laughed with contemptuous delight. "Too bad you don't have spurs, you could really make her buck!"
Pat was moaning and groaning now, incapable of either controlling the boys or her own wildly spasming need to find final release from her spiralling excitement. The furiously fucking cock slamming into her made loud wet sluicing noises as it plunged rhythmically in and out of her rippling young pussy. As Pedro screamed out his bursting orgasm, her womb was filled with hot youthful semen that hit her inner belly like savagely boiling cream. The beautiful red-headed nurse lay panting on the cot, her thighs still twitching and jerking with unsatiated lust. Oh God, these boys came so quickly! Gripping her hands into fists, Pat clenched her eyes shut and cried out in agony.
"Please-" Her feeble pleas were directed as much to herself as to the three pantingly satisfied young males, all naked and glassy-eyed around her. Her desperately aroused body was crying out for more, ever for more...and she had to stop herself!
"Now me, Miss Pat!" Calvin laughed. "I promised to fuck you and I'm ready again."
Pat opened her eyes, and her shocked gaze fell on the boy's newly hardened cock pointing directly at her. She gasped, but with relief. Again her head turned desirously toward the boy who'd first made love to her. All she saw were the excited young faces and their eager adolescent bodies. The young students were wide-eyed and ready for Calvin to cruelly ravish her nakedly quivering body with his long thick cock rearing out from his muscularly flat stomach, his two sperm-laden young testicles swinging below. Pat, through wide-splayed thighs, watched in frozen awe as the boy's excited young body descended upon her. A shock rippled up her spine as her straining cunt felt the hotly pulsating head of his rigid cock graze her already sperm-drenched vaginal lips. The wanton feeling of pleasure traveled from the hollow pit of her belly to the top of her skull, where it shattered in a chain of licentious abandonment. Her cock-hungry young cunt jerked forward to nibble greedily at his lust-swollen cock, and nothing else existed in the world except that boyish sword of hard flesh! She had to be filled! There was only the teasing reality of his slowly probing cock crawling between her steaming vaginal lips tracing lines of anticipatory secretions as it searched for her pulsating little cuntal mouth. His cock jostled for a moment against the wet inner lips, insinuating itself between them-and then Calvin flickrd his hips and forced his long blood-filled cock brutally into the tight elastic opening to her cunt.
Pat threw her head wildly from side to side. "Ahggg," she screamed and desperately kicked her legs, trying to free her impaled little cunt. In her wild passion she'd overestimated herself. His partially embedded cock seemed bigger now, Calvin grinned lewdly down on the writhing young nurse and levered his hands into a push-up position as his cock slid another excruciating inch into her tightly clasping cunt.
Suddenly the brutal penetration stopped with a shattering jolt as Calvin thudded heavily against her upturned buttocks, his sperm-bloated young balls smacking into her wide-spread rear crevice, and his lustfully pulsing cock embedded to the hilt. The boy lay still for a moment while the passion-driven nurse became adjusted to his presence. He savored the way her fear-contorted face slowly relaxed, her teeth opening with a soft sigh. Then, unable to control himself further, he began a slow revolving motion with his hips, steadily sawing and grinding his cock in and out of Pat Keefer's moistly stretching pussy. He thrust forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battered her naked young body hard against the cot, expanding the still cringing walls of her tight little pussy until she fit around his youthful cock like a well-tailored glove.
The defenseless nurse was dimly aware through the haze of passion that the other boys were closing in again, peering unbelievingly within inches of Calvin's deeply buried member, amazed that the almost virginal cunt they had seen before was capable of swallowing the whole of his youthfully swollen hardness. From both sides, hands came up and began to rub lewdly over her upraised buttocks, pulling and teasing the fleshy hair-covered pussy lips locked so tightly around the boy's pumping penis. Their hands clawed over every part of her skin until she thought she was covered with a thousand tiny insects. The nurse's office seemed filled with a giant octopus of hungrily grasping tentacles reaching out to crush and humiliate her. Weird sensuous sensations tingled through her helplessly spread body as the outrageous debasement and subjugation brought strange masochistic pleasures seeping excitedly through every sinew and marrow. Her hips moved in a salacious response to the long hard cock fucking her, at the fingers groping at her subjugated body and at the leering faces surrounding her!
"Ohhh, yes, yes," she crooned, "Oh God, yes, fuck me like this.. . " She squirmed in mad abandon under the hands teasing her sensually agonized flesh. Cocks were everywhere, the boys stroking them over her in time to Calvin's fucking strokes into her wildly undulating cunt. She was a prisoner of her own lust and the piston-like cock deliciously fucking into her wet and expanding pussy!
"Oh, don't stop, don't ever stop!" she grunted and her gripping thighs and buttocks gyrated faster in a vain attempt to match the thrusting stalks of hardened male flesh above her and in her. Then she felt their hands uncontrollably grasp two wavering penises and she started to stroke them viciously in hard communal rhythm to the penis pummeling her feverishly throbbing pussy. She was no longer a naively sincere nurse, the humanitarian of the world, but a morass of shamefully aroused female flesh, unable to think of a reason.
Then all of a sudden, Calvin's thick, impaling cock inflated momentarily and he, too, grunted out his orgasmic release of youthful semen, wildly shooting the hot torrential flood of sperm deep up inside her receptive cunt. The jetting load ricocheted back against her gang-battered cervix and flowed obscenely down around her cum-matted pussy hair to drip down between the hungrily rotating crevice of her convulsing buttocks.
Pat's prayer for relief came true! The utter lewdness, the total rage of unhindered salaciousness was finally enough to trigger her own impending climax simultaneously with Calvin's urgently shooting release. Screwing her passionately tightened buttocks up hard against his still squirting penis deep in her cunt, a loud groan came out her sperm-glistening mouth as her tender young body burst into a Roman candle of colors and stars, orgasmic juices swirling from the depths of her womb and churning obscenely together with the boy's hot semen. She screamed, her legs flailing out to the sides of the cot with his rampaging young cock still fucking her. Then her strength was suddenly gone and the debauched young nurse collapsed as Calvin slowly removed his depleted cock from her semen-drenched pussy.
The kinky-haired boy stared in thunderstruck awe at the quietly moaning young nurse on the cot. She had the most fantastic, most insatiable cunt he'd ever encountered. Great God, you couldn't wear her pussy out! One or a thousand fuckings were all the same to her, spurring her on to wilder uncontrollable frenzies of lust. He took a deep, trembling sigh, and even though he'd cum twice already the very prurience of this young nurse enticed his cock to give a little jerk of renewed interest.
"We'll take her on again, fellows," he said to the panting excited boys.
After that, time became a meaningless and blurred merging of cocks and more cocks to the sex-maddened nurse. She was beyond emotion, her body still reacting with orgasm after orgasm to the boys' fucking, but her strength was gone and Pat followed only mechanically. An hour later, she heard them pull on their clothes, laughing and panting in boyish amazement at the afternoon's activities.
Feebly, she turned her head toward the door as she lay in debased exhaustion on the cot. She saw them troop out, all but Duane who turned to look back at her. The abused nurse wondered at his sudden separation from his boisterous friends who were hooting down the hall, the call of victory shrill in their lungs, as he waited for Calvin and Pedro to disappear down the hall. He seemed to be waiting and wanting for something.
Could it be he was selfish? Perhaps he was simply waiting for her to leave so he could have her again. With eyes that refused to blink, he stare d at her for a moment, then knelt at her side.
"Would you like a ride home, nurse? That is if you don't mind riding on a bike."
CHAPTER FIVE
It was the worst night of Pat Keefer's life as she lay there in bed, the curtains doing a belly dance in the soft night August breezes wafting through the open window of her bedroom. Their rustle was the only sound except for the deep-chested sobbing of the red-headed nurse. When her eyes had swollen to mushroom puffs and there were no tears left to shed, Pat had resolved to leave Boston eventually.
She needed time to be alone and think the past events out in rational manner, and hopefully, come to some conclusion. Was it she who was over-sexed or just the men she had encountered in the past few days? Why, suddenly, had her sexual interests become piqued beyond control? Why now after all those of contentment, doting over children and working tedious hours? Had insistent indulgence in work been only a subliminal means of burying her real sexual desires...or was she really a whore at heart?!
Oh, God forbid!
At two o'clock in the morning, marked by the cathedral bells' chimes, she fell asleep, dreaming of blue-jeweled waters whipped by hurricanes. She lay naked on a beach, shivering in the cold, the sands chilled by the winds. But she'd felt no cold, no emotion, as a giant sea lion squealed her to consciousness and carried her away in his arms to the safety of rock. Then, as the winds subsided, the sun came out and, with that transformation of the elements, the lion morphed into a dark-haired young boy.
Pat awoke feeling refreshed and full of energy, yesterday's horrors behind her now like transgressed sins. Arriving at school early, she walked to the teacher's lounge and poured herself a black coffee, carrying it back to the privacy of her office instead of chatting with the teachers. Chad might be there later, and she had no plans of seeing him, despite the apologetic note she'd found tacked to her office door asking for his forgiveness.
To her horror she found the last ten of the first hour class lined up at her door and ready for examinations. And, despite her attempts to hold herself in check, she knew the lascivious glances from the young males were arousing her. Oh god! She'd have to remove herself from temptation before the evil within her arose to drive her to further degradation.
Tending to her nursing duties, she tried to refresh her mind by concentrating on something other than the sexual problems that had been plaguing her for the entire day and most of the time she'd been back in Boston. Or had it started before that with Kim? Oh, it was too confusing to decipher; perhaps it had been a streak of masochism well hidden for all these years. As she gazed over the heads of the students in line, her eye fell on Duane, the boy who had given her a ride home yesterday.
Despite his taking part in the brutality yesterday afternoon in the office, he had proven to be an exceptionally witty and intelligent boy, whose knowledge of the streets and sense of self-survival had captivated her interest for two full hours yesterday afternoon as they'd sat in her living room sipping cokes-hers with a jigger of rum. During those hours Pat had mused who said it was that such a gifted youngster should have to spend his formative years in the ghetto. To her surprise, she often forgot that he was poor when they'd talked about the condition of the school and the psychology behind gang fights. And eventually, the reason for the planned rape.
As she thought about the youth, Pat dismissed the second to last student and was about to call in the last of the first hour class, when she saw Duane standing outside her door, leaning against the wall watching her with those unblinking eyes. It startled her to see him there in his thin fish-net shirt showing off his growing young muscles that covered his back. While pondering the long, sinewy lines of his body, she recalled his appearance that afternoon the apologetic look in his eye. The memory was almost sweet and she could not help but wonder how she must have looked to him, and worse still, sounded as she'd begged him to make love to her in her vagina.
"Hey, Pat," he half-whispered, glancing around to make sure no one could see or hear his proposition. "Can I come over tonight? There's something I have to ask you."
Without thinking, Pat nodded, and whispering, "How about seven o'clock?" smiled and closed the door behind her. It was then Pat suddenly became aware of an urgent warmth spreading through her. Recognizing the danger of her state of mind, she tried to clear her head, to think of something else. But, before she could beattle the scandalous imaginings, she felt a strange, light-fingered quivering up between her thighs. As her body won the short encounter with rationality, she strode over to the door and peeked outside to see if he was still there. She opened the door in time to see the silent, tall youth stroll down the hallway.
That stroll, that casual, easy, life-is-what-you-make-it stroll had left her with a numbing fear that dampened her desire to be alone with the youth. Within her, a battle raged between the opposing forces of her animal instincts and her moral beliefs. But the incredible craving was too strong, not allowing her to call off the evening meeting while there was still time. At last, she reached a shaky compromise. She'd listen to what he had to say when he came to visit her house, and then dismiss him with a shoo of her hand. It would be the perfect opportunity to prove to herself that she did have the power to control her insane animal passion that was transforming her formerly innocent life into a nightmare of lust and humiliation.
Something awful had happened to her since that afternoon with Kim. She shuddered at what her respectable parents would think, should they find out about her sexual odysseys of the past few days. My God, it was insane! Something had happened to her in Viet Nam, something she had to rediscover, know the cause of and challenge. No way could she spend the rest of her life being subjugated by men and her own prurient bent.
At six o'clock that night, Pat was bustling around her house, rushing to get dressed and ready for Duane's arrival. She couldn't imagine what he wanted of her, what favor could she possibly fill for him? Although her guilt-ridden mind warned her that that evening was a dangerous time to indulge her vanity, she changed from the prim uniform she had worn to school. Instead, she choose a youthful looking sun dress that showed off her curves handsomely.
On the bus home from school that afternoon, the confused young nurse had tried to be logical about what might occur that evening. In the light of her recent behavior, God knows she probably wasn't ready for any strenuous test of self-control. The presence of Duane in her house would offer still another peril. There was no telling what she might be letting herself in for with Duane! Yesterday afternoon he had been the perfect gentleman, apologizing for his friends behavior, telling her that he had been forced into taking part in the rape, the result of some dispute. She couldn't understand what that dispute might have been, but in her patient, demure way, she had listened and believed him, preferring to dote on his good points rather than the bad. It had always been her policy, her reason for believing in humankind. And besides, brutality of their actions would have been too painful to bear, had it not been for that excuse. The thought of her orgiastic degradation she had been through, sent a chilling shock of terror...and excitement through her body.
With a shudder, she thought of the reaction of her family if they found out that she had even lost her virginity. The Keefer family was an old Boston heritage, with money to back their reputation as upstanding members of the community. Despite the fact that they loved her dearly, her parents would only recognize that she'd not waited for marriage...She had shamed them all!
They will never know, Pat vowed, standing more haughtily erect as she brushed her hair before the mirror. It was time to stand on her own two feet, order her own life as she'd done for the past years. After she'd worked out this horrible nightmare then maybe she could carry on as any other honorable woman, sharing her secret with no one.
Gracefully pirouetting in front of the full length mirror, Pat admired her lovely reflection, basking in the warmly comforting knowledge that she was a truly beautiful young woman.
Her sigh was interrupted by the sudden sharp ring of the doorbell. Realizing with a start that it was after seven o'clock, she caught a final, satisfying view of herself in the mirror, then turned to walk to the door. As she approached the front entrance to the house, the lovely young nurse was suddenly overcome with a chill of apprehension. No, nothing can happen to me tonight, I will be strong; no matter what he tries to do to me, I will escape! I am a woman, after all and above all! she lied to herself. Firmly admonishing herself to exhibit an iron-clad determination, she walked up and pulled open the door.
"Good evening, Duane. Come on in," she coldly greeted the youth who stood before her. Casually gesturing him into the house, she added in a tone of elaborate unconcern, "I've been so busy around the house, excuse the mess."
As her arrogant intonations rang through the hallway, the young boy's expression changed from surprised confusion to a quietly amused smile. Wordlessly stepping into her house, Duane brushed Pat's shoulder with his upper arm, and she trembled for a moment as an unexpected feverish thrill tore through her body. Annoyed by her instinctive reaction to his touch, she whirled angrily on her heel to follow him into the living room, steeling herself for the attack she had invited! But she found the young boy in his customary stance, casually leaning against the room's far wall, obviously unruffled by her strange demeanor.
Irritated and unnerved by his stoic silence, Pat resorted to the frigid stare her mother so often adopted. It was a look that seldom failed to convey to common people the uncrossable chasm that separated them. Her blue-green eyes rose as if to meet Duane's calm gaze, then focused on some point to the left of his face, as she remarked with obvious disinterest and some distaste, "What can I do for you, Duane?"
Still the boy's only response was the same easy smile, his cheeks dimpling and his brown eyes twinkling with mischief, and Pat began to wonder uneasily if her defensive hauteur was not simply being indifferently squelched, mysteriously absorbed in the infinite depths of his dark brown eyes. Despite her dread of any contact with the boy, her eyes shifted to meet his gaze, blazing out cold light in an effort to cut through the dark velvet of his glance and instill in him the respect she so desperately needed.
Immediately she felt his inscrutable gaze burning back at her, melting the frost in her manner to a misty warmth, blazing through her. A light sweat glistened on her forehead, and waves of heat undulated upward from deep within her belly. Every fiber in her being seemed to be reaching toward the boy whose glance had singed away her reserve and fear, leaving nothing but the need to feel the enveloping warmth of his flesh pressing into hers. All conscious thought of why this young boy was now in her house faded, as did the anxiety and self-doubt. The long smoldering embers of natural passion suddenly began to glow and spark, sending tingling flushes over her sensually awakened flesh. Every inch of her body felt warm and ripe. As a swelling pressure mounted in her breasts and pussy a corresponding sense of physical urgency gradually overtook her mind, blanketing her consciousness with the urgent awareness of her frantic needs. She stared in almost hypnotic fascination at the sparking darkness of the young boy's eyes.
"I'm in trouble, Miss Keefer."
Suddenly, the spell binding circuit was cut as Duane's eyes slid from Pat's. The youthfully masculine drawl broke the enthrallment abruptly. She was left dazedly shaking her head in an effort to clear it after the nearly physical impact of his breathtaking visual contact. In a near stupor of luxurious sensuality, Pat was troubled that neither the boy's words nor his typically cool amused voice indicated that he was even aware of the seething ferment of passion that had originated in his eyes. She was infected by some tropical fever, utterly painless and symptomless-much as she had been with Kim! Those same dark, velvet eyes. . . oh, God, what they did to her!
My God, she wondered fearfully, what happened to me? Did he do that to me, or did I merely again encounter something in myself that was responsible for the affair with Kim? Desperately searching for some kind of answer, she tried frantically to regain rationality and composure. Pat studied the young boy as if seeing him for the first time.
"Trouble? What kind of trouble, Duane?" she said slowly, feeling acutely weary and disheartened and frightened. There was a persistent feeling that she had found a dream world, then accidentally lost it, and with it, a part of herself. "Can I help?"
"I hope so. You're the only one who can save my neck," he said evenly without smiling or showing emotion. "I need to get some syringes or the guys are gonna be on my case-bad. I was supposed to have stolen them from your office yesterday, but when I saw what was happening, I just couldn't resist having some of you for myself."
"Needles? But, but Duane. I can't do that, you know I can't!" she protested, weakening to his argument. How could he even ask that of her?
But the truth was obvious to her now, and she could no longer hide from the agonizing knowledge. The boy had merely observed in her the existence of corruption and weakness, discarding her virtue and enjoying the bestial passions and lack of honesty. And now, she was so degenerate that she was actually thinking of obeying his request, not only to save his neck in some gang fight, but to ingratiate him further.
Suddenly realizing that Duane was becoming restive as she waited for her decision, she groped for a reason to say no. If anyone should find out, and surely they would, she would be in a world of trouble. And yet...yet, somehow she couldn't refuse him.
"What do you need them for, Duane?"
"We got into some trouble with the local pushers in our neighborhood-we got caught stealing some of their dope and now they're after us. Say either we have to pay for it or else find them some needles for junk."
It all sounded so lurid, so depraved and horrifying! Young children being subjected to the whims of criminals. NO, she couldn't let that happen to anyone as sensitive and harmless as Duane. "Let me think about it."
And suddenly her mind whirling in a return of excitement and hunger, she walked over in front of him astonished at the words that came out of her mouth. "You haven't even kissed me yet, Duane," she said, smiling impishly crowding close to him until her firmly pointed breasts were almost brushing his chest, along with the little curve of her belly, and her warm full thighs urgently straining against him below! She raised her face and offered her moistly parting lips as her eyes fell into dreamy half-closure.
Duane felt the hot sensation rumble in his belly as he automatically wrapped his arms around his lover and lowered his mouth to hers. Oh Jesus! Her tongue slipped between his lips in search of his own. He felt her warm little belly and curving hips move provocatively in little circular motions against him, making his cock stir and swell to the taunting pressure of her enticing lower body! Unintentionally, he gasped into her moistly opened mouth as he clung tighter to her, his young lips opening wider in the lewd delight of the kiss. Oh shit, yes!
Pat held him possessively, sensing his rising excitement at her wanton kiss and suggestively sensual body gyrations. Her own forbidden thrill building, she felt the hardening movements of his youthful cock against her abdomen and the sudden responsive pressure he was exerting in return. She'd reached him, and he understood. . . .
Holy crud! Duane smoothed his hands down her back, feeling her bra beneath her thin summer dress and the sudden hot trembling of her crazy-soft body against this! Man, his cock was getting as hard as a chunk of ironwood, jerking and throbbing awhile she pushed tighter against it! Crap, he'd only come to see if she'd lay a few syringes on him, to get those creeps off his back. But shit! He hadn't expected such a warm reception.
Hungrily, Pat welded her excitedly trembling flesh tightly to his, while her mouth and tongue sucked and explored the boy's. At last in her quivering enchantment she loosened one arm and reached behind her to seize his hand, placing one warm young palm on her buttock...and then the other. Drawing her even tighter against his heavily pulsing shaft of hardened flesh, his kiss grew almost frantic in its building hunger.
"You are a sweet boy, Duane," Pat repeated meaningfully. Just the picture of his handsome young form was enough to stimulate her...even after the other. . . and even after Kim! Lord, she was some kind of female lecher, wasn't she? The wild hunger was never going to be pacified...never sated...she ran her tongue over her ripe lips and managed a smile.
Duane dropped back on the sofa, propping himself on his elbows. Man!...pushing her belly and thighs right up to his and making those crazy motions! Wow...he couldn't really believe it...taking his hand and slapping it onto her bottom!
Crud! It was all crazy! It was crazier than yesterday afternoon! And she liked it! Though he'd waited agonizingly for this, he'd never really believed it could happen!
Duane gave up trying to reason out what was happening, only caring that it was, and that his young cock was as hard as the handle on a pole-axe! Pat practically threw herself on top of him where he lay on propped elbows on the sofa, pressing her softly rounded body down hotly against his, her belly and pussy mound and thighs grinding suggestively into the tensed, hardened flesh of his teenage loins. Her soft-fleshed breasts pressed into his chest as she hungrily kissed and sucked at his lips and mouth.
He smoothed his hands down over her back and down her slender waist to her slowly undulating buttocks, his young brain racing in mounting lust, while she lay upon him, wriggling her luscious hips with increasing frenzy, kissing him and teasing her moistly warm tongue over his lips, cheeks, and eyes.
Once, he started to speak, but caught himself, afraid that the slightest word might break the spell, and man, he didn't want anything to interfere now! Instead, he clung with his strong young hands to the half-moons of her sensuously quivering buttocks, feeling them warm and fleshy beneath the material of her thin dress. He massaged them in little circles, finally moving upward once more to her amazingly tiny waist.
Her warmly panting breaths were an exotic incense in his face as she spread her legs inside the dress as far as she could so that she could rub her pussy against his throbbing cock. Crap, he couldn't believe it! He could feel her cunt rocking crazily against the bulge of his painfully swollen cock. Moving his hands back to her rippling ass cheeks, Duane pressed his fingers into the warm crevice between, pushing the encasing material down into the anal cleft until he felt her buttocks moving erotically beneath his hands.
"W-wow...l-listen . . . ! " he choked.
"No, don't stop!" she hissed. "I-I want to...I want to, Duane! Do it! Fuck me.. . . "
"Huh?" Duane gasped as her mouth fastened on his neck and she was trying to pull her dress up from behind. Wildly, he caught at her hand and held it. Then, hardly realizing what he was doing with his other, he unzipped the long zipper at the back of the dress.
Pat whimpered, helping where she could as he excitedly undressed her, his breathing race. She rolled off of him and sat up to let him pull the dress over her head. Then turning her back to him so he could unfasten her skimpy white bra, she squirmed out of her panty hose and twisted back to face him. His eager eyes locked on the firmly jutting mounds of her round pink-nippled breasts as she climbed on top of him one more time, kissing him first before moving up to let the sweetly fleshed breasts hang like twin white globes just above his face.
"Oh, Duane...suck them! Please, suck them!"
He couldn't have held himself back if he wanted to! Hungrily he clutched one warm satiny mound in his hand and sucked in its tiny hardened nipple, completely absorbing it and the round pink areola into his mouth, while his other hand feverishly explored and caressed its twin.
Man, he had to be in some kind of wild dream! Her turning on like this after yesterday's foray...hotter than ever...so soft and smooth...her rounded, firm tit right in his mouth . . . ! She moaned out as he began to nibble and suck experimentally; he could hear her breathe excitedly through her nostrils, still rubbing her ready pussy mound wildly on the bulge of his swollen cock inside his jeans, letting a leg fall to clutch on either side of his hips.
"Oh...Duane, it's beautiful...just the way...the way I wanted it to be!" Pat half-whimpered.
But he couldn't breathe any longer from the smothering enclosure of the softly swaying breasts she was pressuring around his face. The wildly excited boy levered her voluptuous body on top of him, his own breath a choking lump in his throat as he pushed her down.
"God, I want to fuck you, too!" he hissed, stroking her smooth stunned buttocks lovingly, then easing his fingers into the deep narrow crevice between, suddenly finding and fingering the tightly puckered hole of her tiny little anus. She whimpered again as he smoothed his hand down over the silken half-moons, letting his fingers slip until he felt the softly curling pubic hair with his fingertips. . . and at last, the tightly moist slit up between her legs. A convulsive shudder rippled over Pat's naked body as he gently spread her wet fleshed cuntal lips open and pushed a middle finger inside!
"Oooooohhh...ohhhhhh!" she sighed enchantedly, spreading her legs wider in an effort to make it easier for him to reach her excitedly throbbing clitoris. He did, his experience guiding him, and once more Pat lurched spasmodically as he touched the quivering pleasure bud that was firmly erect beneath his fingertip.
Dear God, it was more delicious than Pat had ever imagined! The sensation she was causing in her already rippling belly were beyond belief. But she wanted more! Yet the thought of him taking his fingers out of her desperately needing pussy kept her in the obscenely spread position on top of him. Hungrily, she kissed the boyish mouth and licked kitten-like at his face.
"Geez, Pat. . . I got to do something!" he blurted and swallowed tightly. "It's so damned hard it aches!"
"Oh, you poor darling!" she replied, suddenly realizing her own selfishness. Squirming off of him she twisted around and sat up, her small hand immediately reaching out to smooth over the rigidly stiffening protrusion at the front of his jeans. She felt its hot young hardness through the coarse fabric as he grunted to her massaging touch, and then she traced its length with thumb and forefinger, a surge of lewd curiosity rippling through her. God, she...she had to see it again!
Duane watched her in mesmerized amazement as she looked up and hungrily smiled at him. Unfastening his belt and jeans...then reaching inside his shorts with a trembling hand, her fingers finally found and circled his warmly throbbing cock. She eased it out through the opening, her beautiful blue-green eyes widening in delirious delight at the sigh of the shaft of white flesh.
"Oh...Duane...it's beautiful!" she gasped, her lips parting greedily as she stared down at it.
To Duane's astonishment, she began to work her smoothly grasping hand up and down, manipulating the loose outer skin slowly back and forth over the bulging purplish head. "Oh, it is...and I knew it would be-just like yesterday!"
Shit! It wasn't happening! In a second he'd wake up in a wet dream! She was just beautiful to be sitting there naked and playing with his cock! Things like this didn't happen with women like her unless they were forced. Pat Keefer was sitting next to him bare assed naked and leaning over him while she steadily stroked his swollen cock...and...and every second her face seemed to be getting closer to it!
Next, before he actually knew what was happening, Pat swung around above him so that her widespread cunt was but a few scant inches from his face, her moistly quivering pussy lips about to graze his mouth. God! He looked down through the erotic arching of her thighs to see her lushly ripened breasts quivering and swaying above his belly just as her lips parted to suck in his throbbing rod of flesh, until she had sucked its whole pulsating length right up into the warm moist hole of her mouth and throat!
Christ Almighty! He clutched at the soft spheres of her fully rounded buttocks and drew her down to him, wildly thrusting his tongue deep up into her willingly offered cunt, causing her to screw her pussy down onto his exploring tongue. His cock was being sucked rhythmically in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth and he realized that she was taking almost the full length of his wetly glistening cock into her throat! The cock-head throbbed and pulsed with the hot nerve-tingling lick of her tongue on the out-stroke, and he imagined the wetly pink flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to his cock as she sucked his manhood into her mouth. Now he could feel her breasts dance and sway against his tensed belly from the lewd up and down motion of her pumping torso. Brief pictures of luscious young body flickered through his dazed brain as he pretended that the cunt his tongue was slithering in and out of would be his forever!
But, shit, how could anything this wild and good last! Something told him that if they ever got caught she'd be carted off to the loony farm, and he'd end up in juvie for sure.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "It's wonderful!"
He couldn't answer, but he made a guttural sound of obscene agreement. Then, he reached out and cupped one fully resilient breast as she stretched out, pressing their sixty-nined positioned bodies tighter together.
Abruptly, without warning, Pat ceased her insane sucking and quickly climbed off of him. As if it was her cue, the teacher leaped astride the boy, her eyes glazed, her hungry mouth hanging loosely open. She poised herself above his rigid young prick and then, with a sharp lunge and a wild little banshee-like howl, slithered down on his upstanding cock like it was a smooth greased pole, enclosing it in the soft moistness of her quaking cuntal walls. Letting out another little cry she began to rotate her hips, screwing and squirming while she bounced up and down-riding him like a horse, galloping toward sweet oblivion. He could feel the lubricating fluids from the hot walls of her tightly clasping cunt easing his entry as her sucking pussy swallowed every fraction of his cock with a muscular pulling action that was drawing at the very lining of his balls! Excitedly, he reached up and clutched at her hard nippled breasts, the softly resilient flesh squeezing between his fingers, as she hammered her plunging buttocks up and down, up and down, up and down furiously, her young cannibalistic cunt trying to digest him!
"Oh...oh, Duane...Duane! So beautiful, so sweet! Yes, yes! Fuck me good and hard, Duane!" the voluptuously kneeling teacher choked down at him. She was blowing his mind with the mere sound of the vile-four letter word tumbling from her beautifully pouting lips.
Oh shit, he thought, he was going to fuck her and suck her every day for the rest of his life! His cock was screaming for release! It just couldn't be happening! He was hallucinating! He was on a trip! His balls were about to burst!
Pat sensed it happening before she could really feel it. . . that certain sixth-sense warning that was triggered just before something obscene and explosive went off in her hopelessly aroused body. It was there, all right...not fear, but hunger; all-consuming, devouring sexual voraciousness that seemed to emanate from her cock-hungry cunt. Her thighs felt as if they were splitting apart, her naked body was aflame with tortuously building lust, every square inch quivering from a billion needle-pricks! She couldn't stay motionless; her legs and arms moved flailingly with a will of their own, as her devouring cunt ground down against the youthful cock embedded so deep up in her belly. She tried to hold it back at first, tried to think of Kim, her father, anything to keep the raging lust from engulfing her! Even Chad came to mind. But it was useless...her hotly clutching body ached for this boy's virilely heated cock and nothing else mattered!
"Mmmmmm...it's nice, so nice...." Her nakedly writhing body surrendered to the mind-blowing sensation, her voice now only a purring mewl as she squirmed harder down against him, pushing her cunt down to meet his probing shaft of hard male flesh. She moaned loudly as Duane rubbed the sensitively erect bud of her clitoris with his finger, rolling the pinkly throbbing bud until she begged him to stop. All she could feel, all she could think of, was his long thick cock deep up in her belly, his lips hungrily kissing and nibbling at her erectly throbbing nipple.
As he continued to suck voraciously on her breasts, she arched up high off the boy's cock, only her knees resting on the couch, her hair-lined cuntal slit wetly enclosing only the hard rounded young cock-head. Her passion-wracked body jerked spasmodically as his tongue licked her shivering nipples again; and the frantically pulsing walls of her cunt tried desperately to squeeze his cock tight enough to contain it, to keep the probing lust-swollen tip buried far up in her hungry chasm.
Pat was seething fireball of desire; her cunt seemed to dilate, to suck ravenously up into her belly and quench the hot searing lust that his cock was fanning inside her. She grabbed at the sides of his face, clutching at his long hair, and pulled him tightly up against her hotly quaking breast, burying his face in her fleshy breasts, and undulated her hips to push his cock even deeper up into her hungry hole. Her sensual need was too great; there was only one way to quench the blood-swirling passion raging in her pussy!
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" the nakedly kneeling older woman screamed, her eyes wide with an animal fury. "Fuck me...fuck me deeper!"
But Duane was taking his time, savoring every lewd second of this, enjoying the thrill and salacious excitement of making this beautiful redhead squirm with a wild, lewd hunger. He wanted her just right, begging for his cock, pleading with him to answer the overpowering need in her belly! Just another few seconds, he thought, just another few seconds and she'll be perfect!
He reached up to pull her buttocks down harder against his wetly pistoning cock, spreading her doubled legs under. Yes, that's perfect...just the right angle. I'll be ramming righ up her throat from here! Christ, has she ever got a tight little cunt on her! Look at that pink thing, just quivering and sucking. . . man, she'll pull my balls off with that sweet pussy! Goddamn, what a piece of tail!
He was sweating with excitement, his face and hair soaked with perspiration. For a fleeting instant, he reminded her of the boys in Viet Nam.
CHAPTER SIX
Chad expertly threaded his way through the Boston freeway traffic, as he glanced down at his wrist watch. Damn! He wanted to get to that Jewish Deli before they closed to pick up some of their famous rum balls. Pat loved rum balls, and maybe that would help win back her favor. Christ, that along with the flowers and bottle of 1952 Pinot Noir should do something to soften her heart.
Not that he deserved it, though, he realized with a grimace. Boy, she'd be wide-eyed with delight when he knocked on her door laden with let's-make-up gifts. She was probably home from school by now, watching the six o'clock national news, not expecting him at all.
He leaned forward to flick on the radio and whistled along with a top 40 tune as his blue Toyota rolled through the traffic. Goddamnit! Things should be back on glory road after tonight. All he had to do was mind his manners and not mention sex. Sex seemed to be upsetting Pat since she came back. Oh hell, maybe she'd gotten lonely over there in Nam and made it with a nurse of something. Something certainly had screwed up her head. Christ! She'd had guilt written all over her face when he picked her up at the airport and threw his arms around her neck.
* * *
Duane stabbed his throbbing pole of flesh deeper up inside the naked young nurse's juicily open cunt. Her hair-fringed crevice was quivering with maddening desire that had taken control of her passion-inflamed body and mind! With her eyes tightly clenched, it didn't matter whose cock was fucking in and out of her needing pussy. It could have been her own boyfriend...it could have been a thousand others. At this moment, nothing mattered but feeling that rock-hard male shaft buried so deep up inside her, to feel the clinging walls of her hungry slit close tightly around the rearing pole and suck it up into her womb!
Oh, now...now, please!" She was going stark-raving mad...she'd lose her mind without relief! "Fuck me, honey! Stick it up in me! Oh...oh? Oh...aggghhh! Cum! Cum, honey, cum in me!"
The boy could hold back his climax no longer. He snapped his loins upward...."AAAwww...." Pat cried out in sharp pain as the young pole dug so high up inside, burying its throbbing length to the hilt far up inside her anxiously waiting cunt. She slammed her naked hips savagely down against him as he drove into her with all the fury of his whole excited young body behind the thrust. The soft pliant walls of her pussy rippled aside in hot receding waves as his wildly jerking cock rammed ever deeper up into her belly, reaching never-before touched depths of her hungering young cunt.
She knew she couldn't sop it!...and she knew she wouldn't if she could! Pat was soaring on rocketing pinnacles of sexual wantonness, obscene sexual abandonment she'd never have guessed possible! The abandoned young nurse was feeling a newly released sexuality, a newly freed lasciviousness that was beyond her wildest fantasies! This young boy was doing incredible, unbelievable things to her!...and he was taking her places she'd never dreamed existed! And she couldn't stop him! Wouldn't stop him . . . ! Then she was screaming, "Harder! That's it, Duane...harder!"
* * *
Chad's hand on the front door, knocking on the hard wood was frozen in mid-air, and his mouth hinged open as he listened to the lustful sounds ringing through the door.
Chad stared unseeingly at the door, his head spinning. He couldn't believe it! Shit! It sounded just like Pat in there, but it couldn't be!
With a choked grunt, he lunged at the door, oblivious to the box of rum balls in his hand. He had to see, find out for himself that it wasn't true. Wrenching open the door, his eyes racing disbelievingly in his head and grim lines of anger forming at the sides of his mouth, Chad stepped directly into the room, his eyes bulging as he stared with utter loathing at the salacious spectacle.
He saw the naked contorting jumble of flailing arms and legs, lewdly swaying breasts and uplifting buttocks-he saw and knew that they belonged, unequivocally, to Pat Keefer. And the slender body of the dark-haired adolescent boy lying on his back and furiously fucking his young prick up into her kneeling body was one of his students!
"Oooooohhhhhh, God, Duane! Fuck it good! Please fuck it good!"
Sonofabitch, Chad's eyes suddenly popped open wide at what he was seeing and hearing from the nakedly gyrating girl on the floor. His girl friend was there, was fucking some kid! Fucked good, and obviously loving it! A thousand questions echoed through his mind, questions he didn't have answers for, but he was so thunder-struck, he couldn't concentrate on any of them. All that he could think of right then was getting to that bitch, doing something that would vent the anger seething in his veins! She had suckered him, that was apparent enough, and then had rejected him like an old shoe. By God, he'd get even!
The blood rushed in unabated fury to Chad's head, pounding it like a hammer. He stood there, unable to move, mindless of everything but the mesmerizing rhythm of the young boy fucking up into the wantonly writhing cunt of his young, lust-crazed girl friend. Chad could see the lewd sheen of the long young cock as it slicked up into the tender flesh until it was sunk to the very hilt in Pat's belly. As she rose, he could see the petal-like lips of her cunt clinging to the thick base of the youth's cock, trying to swallow even more of it up inside her. As he continued to watch the naked teenager fucking up into his girl friends eagerly receiving cunt, Chad thought he'd go crashing through the floor. It just Wasn't possible! He wanted to run in there, separate the pair, throttle them with all the force of his pent-up rage! Yet, he was rooted to the ground. It was as if he were under some spell cast by the depravity of the act he was witnessing.
God! He'd never seen Pat so wildly aroused before-never knew she could be so lustfully impassioned. He couldn't believe it was actually happening.
Cruel things flashed through his mind-her cries of "no!, "That hurts!" when he'd thrust deep into her, and took her by surprise. Oh Christ, he moaned, tormented and furiously angry.
Pat's feverish moans broke in on his unhappy reveries. His eyes began to focus again on the sight of the grinding ass-cheeks of Pat's roundly working buttocks as they ground hungrily down, flattening on the almost hairless loins of the teenager. Shit! It was that damned Duane! The prize flunky of his history class.
Chad watched in lewd fascination as she rode him thrust for thrust, her naked white body startlingly pale against the tanned swarthiness of the youth, slamming her cunt down like a whore to meet the boy's savage upward strokes. He looked at her, full of disgust and detestation.
Fucking bitch! his mind screamed, fucking whore. Doing this behind my back! Goddamned slut! Subjecting me to this. . . playing second fiddle to a goddamned kid!
Well, he'd have the last laugh! Pat didn't know it, but actually she'd done him a favor. No matter how it had come about or who had initiated it, Pat was a new woman! There was no doubt about that, he thought, his eyes returning once more to the bucking perspiration-soaked body of the redheaded nurse. She was aroused, alive, for a change! His cock gave an excited leap and automatically, Chad's hand fell to fondle it, encourage it to excited broader girth. Fresh thoughts were fermenting licentiously in his brain. Anger and resentment were still raging-the persistent wet slapping sounds of the young boy lifting and fucking up into the crazed straining body of his girl friend were kindling a similar restless heated rhythm in himself. There was a gnawing ache in his rapidly burgeoning cock and it seemed to him as if the image of the couple fucking on the sofa before him was getting blurred-as if his lust-dimmed eyes were failing to register the depraved scene correctly with his brain.
He was like a man possessed. Robot-like, his legs carried him over towards the naked couple, his blood-heavy cock still cradled strainingly under his pants.
In a raucous voice, he croaked passionately: "Pat, you slut! You like fucking so much, here it comes! I'm going to split your cheating ass hole wide open!"
Pat froze in numbed terror at the sound of the lustful voice. She didn't have to turn to know who it was.
"Chad . . . ? " she managed to moan. "Oh God! He wasn't supposed to be here!
Her head was whirling. She felt Duane's virilely throbbing cock still locked tight in her cunt, vigorously lifting and pounding her down on top of him. She turned her head to one side, and her eyes took in her boy friend ripping off his clothes. His angrily throbbing cock poled out menacingly in front of him. Overwhelmed with shame and mortification, she bowed her head, not knowing where to look and not caring about anything! Her world came crashing down around her in that instant of discovery of Chad. She was overcome with remorse at the knowledge of what she had done with this young boy, and tears rushed to her eyes, then dropped onto Duane's hairless young chest.
Chad stared at the nakedly cowering figure of his girl friend cringing flatly down against the slight body of the boy. His eyes glanced over the slender sweep of her back, the gentle flare of her hips, the upraised creamy white buttocks. His clothes off, he bent over the lewd couple. His hands rested on Pat's quivering ass-cheeks and slowly drew them apart until the tiny puckered hole of her virginal rectum came into view.
Pat tried desperately to clench her nakedly vulnerable buttocks together but she was no match for the superior strength of her boy friend. She gasped as she felt the experimental thrust of his extended middle finger of her sensitive anal mouth.
Chad could see the tightly puckered flesh drawing in at his touch, and his finger trembled in lewd excitement. She began to squirm, fear mounting in her nakedly kneeling body as Chad, angered at her sluttish behavior, thrust his finger in cruelly until he had buried it to the first knuckle.
"Owwwggghhh...." she sobbed piteously, pain shooting up her rectum like a red hot poker. Chad, deriving sadistic delight from her helpless anguish, rammed his finger forward again until it was buried to the second knuckle in her vainly resisting rectum. He rotated the finger around inside her warm buttery depth while his free hand excitedly massaged his still-growing cock.
With a grunt, he withdrew his finger from the tight little anal ring and guided the bulbous head on to its target. His thick hard shaft lay the full length of her naked anal crevice, tiny beads of moisture at the glans tip lubricating the puckered hole. Again, he brutally spread her tightly clenching ass-cheeks, baring the unprotected split completely.
Gazing in unmitigated pleasure at the fearfully quaking body of his girl friend, he hesitated with his massively pulsating cock poised at the tiny entryway to her rectum. An unnatural thrill shivered through him from the complete helplessness of her kneeling position. She was utterly at his mercy now, to do with her as he liked. And by God, he liked to fuck! Without further hesitation, the angry man drove his long rock hard cock straight at her fearfully quaking anus.
"UUUuuuggghhh!" Her blood-curdling scream pierced the air as the relentlessly impaling cock burst with pitiless force through the tightly clenched opening.
Pat was shot through with sharply shattering pain! She felt as though she were being split apart! There were no tears left, and her voice broke into a series of dry croaks. Her lewdly invading buttocks gyrated, desperately twisting and turning as she tried to dislodge the unnatural skewer, but her rotating motions only seemed to incite, her passion fired boy friend into more brutality. With a grunt, he surged forward again, and with a sturdy, flesh-splitting lurch, sunk the entire thick length of it up into her hotly grasping rectum!
"Oh God...Noooooo...please, no!" Pat sobbed, the agonizingly grating pain completely engulfing her.
Screams spewed from her pain-contorted lips as she was buffeted onto Duane outstretched beneath her; her full rounded breasts pressed down hard against his chest, legs pressed out lewdly on the outside of his own, while his thickly embedded cock lay buried far up between her thighs. With one smooth motion the boy lifted his hips and rammed his wildly throbbing cock along its full inserted length, far up in the steamingly hot depths of her cunt. Christ! His own History teacher was fucking her from the rear end! Duane didn't know what the hell was coming off, but he was too close to cumming to stop.
"Ooooooh, Goddd!" she screamed as Chad slid relentlessly into her anus all the way up to his heavy cum-bloated testicles which slapped hard against the cheeks of her buttocks, joining the other thick impaling cock in her cunt! The nakedly skewered nurse cried and rocked from side to side, both in the excruciating throb of the pain and in the soul-rending humiliation of being sandwiched like a common whore between the two lust crazed males who were both fucking her mercilessly with their madly throbbing cocks! She could feel every inch of their long hard webs thrusting into her defenselessly naked loins between her cunt and her rectum separating their fully erect shafts.
The naked nurse writhed and contorted to the steady rhythm of the cock fucking maniacally into her ravished cunt and rectum. She felt breathless as her horribly stretched opening helplessly gave in and pulled out with their strokes! God, she deserved it!
Chad looked down with something akin to satisfaction at the smoothly rounded flesh of her shaking buttocks as they billowed around the deeply sunk shaft of his brutally ramming cock. He had found a way to hurt, to mortify his unfaithful Pat, to pay her back for the hurt he had suffered because of her! But now, as he gazed in lewd excitement at her churning ass-cheeks, the thought of his own transgression came back with startlingly magnified accusation. He had been unfaithful to her, too.
Pat was uttering a low whine which went on and on all the time the two males ground into her, interrupted only occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her subjugated body with harder and greater force. Her lust dimmed eyes stared up at the ceiling, seething with tears, seeing nothing, yet registering every hard thrust she felt. Gradually, her torture was becoming beautiful to her, and she was falling deeper into the abyss of a new ecstasy, sometimes opening her mouth to chant an obscenity, then renewing her frantic whimper as she bucked up and down to take each deliciously ramming cock to the hilt. Her breasts were almost spinning in circular motion as they kept time with the lewdly grinding undulations of her pleasure-torn body.
Pat felt the transformation from roughness to smoothness and was grateful for the gradual easing of the pain in her tortured anus. The boy beneath her began to stroke in and out with long easier movements and the two men began to cooperate in a unified fucking rhythm, the two rigidly heated cocks brushing against each other through the thin dividing membrane.
Pat was no longer moaning for she had begun to realize that tiny eddies of forbidden pleasure were starting to form in her cock-filled belly. She was beginning to enjoy it! She tried to fight it, tried to ignore the dawning reality that she was beginning to like being fucked by two men at the same time! Shame and self-disgust returned at the realization that she was enjoying being screwed vaginally by her teenager lover while her older lover took her anally. She moaned in abject horror at this sudden discovery of her capacity for such depravity as the two males in their lustful frenzy mistook her groans for acquiescence, and began to thrust with increased momentum into her. Suddenly the tremendous wave of pleasure that was rising in Pat swept over the floodgates of her resistance and she moaned mindlessly.
"Aaaaaaggghhh...Keep on! Keep on!"
Chad and Duane became wilder and wilder as they punished Pat like a puppet between them. All three of their coarse groans intermingled in a kind of symphony of primitive erotic abandonment!
Pat was caught in the throes of incredibly masochistic joy. This debasement of her body, this obscene abuse of her femininity and dignity filled her with maddened pleasure, the-likes of which she had never experienced before. She was being brutally used, fucked half to death by the fury of her boy friend and the lust of her teenaged lover! Her whole nakedly kneeling body undulated wildly as she squirmed, sandwiched doll-like between the two loudly groaning males.
Suddenly her voice rose above theirs.
"Aaaaggghhh," she screamed, following it with another, longer cry of wanton bliss, "Eeeeeaaaggghhh! Oh God! I'm cummmmming! Aaiiieee!" She was completely berserk with fiercely intense pleasure now and began sobbing out her orgasm, arching her sweat soaked back again and again as the erotic thrills tore through her every atom! The men were egged on to greater, more desperate ramming motions by her obscene cries of fulfillment, feeling their own cumming mounting in their sperm-filled balls! Suddenly they both plunged into her at the same time, embedding their wildly ejaculating cocks deep into her tortured pussy and anus as their hotly spewing sperm gushed far up into her writhing little belly.
Pat was caught up in the malestorm of their mutual release. Her head was spinning, and she was flailing and tossing between the wildly fucking bodies of the two males as they spewed their hot cum deep up into her ravaged rectum and vagina! Moan after moan bubbled from her lips as orgasm after orgasm spasmed through her in breathless succession, her painfully full breasts ready to burst from the pressure as her entire belly seemed filled with hot wet pools of swirling male sperm! Dizziness engulfed her and she saw nothing, but she could feel the hotly rushing torrents of white liquid cum filling her, swelling both passages! The dual flooding swamped her frantically puckering rectum and drowned her sorely bruised cunt, and she thought the orgasmic outpouring would never end! Then, finally, both men sighed and collapsed, their deflating cocks slipping out of her almost in unison with lewd wet sucking sounds. They wriggled away from her, chests heaving, and she was left alone, her legs still obscenely spread open. The over flowing liquid flooded out of her ravished passages and formed a huge wet stain on the sofa.
"Jesus, what a fuck!" young Duane panted in fearful awe.
Pat lay unhealing, her full white breasts rising and falling with the effort of breathing. She looked utterly spent, exhausted. Chad's and Duane's sweat still soaking her, choking the pores of her back and running in salty rivulets down between her naked breasts and onto her belly before racing like mercury down her sides. Her hair was tousled and she felt as though she could never rise again, let alone face the world at large. She was now really a whore, a degraded, debased woman, and there was nothing left for her! It was an overwhelming sense of hopelessness that enveloped her entire being!
Suddenly Duane was afraid-mortally afraid of what his history teacher might do. God! He looked like he was ready to kill Pat! The frightened boy jerked on his pants and darted for the door, not bothering with the rest of his clothes that still lay in a heap next to the sofa. It was time to get the hell out! He raced out the door and tore down the Reefer's sidewalk and revved away on his motorcycle. Goddamnit, he knew it was too good to be true-but Jesus!-while it had lasted! The breath jerked through his lungs painfully as he rode and the wind was cold on his bare chest as he drove on.
Back in the Reefer's house, Chad stood looking down at the nakedly sprawling Pat as he pulled on his clothes. Her boy lover had sure as hell beat it fast-scared shitless, the little flunky! Well, by God, the fucking kid could have her! She could fry in hell, for all he cared.
As he turned to leave, Chad's voice pierced the air. "I thought you were a lady, Pat. Christ, how wrong can a man be?"
Pat never knew how long she lay where he'd left her. It was dark and she felt dizzy when she tried to sit up. Finally she managed it, stumbling to the bathroom and staring dully at her reflection in the mirror. There were faint red threads on her skin where Chad had clawed at her. So, cheating was okay for him, but not for her! Who needed double standards like that, anyway?
She clung to the cold porcelain of the sink, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her hair a flaming red halo matching the small trickle of blood oozing from her left breast where Duane's kissing nibbled had gone out of control. It brought a cry of alarm from her chest.
No, it wasn't good. None of it was good. Her life was in shambles and she had no one to blame but herself. It was obvious she would have to resign from the school, give up her position or have it taken from her. Chad would see to that.
Even if he didn't spread stories about her, it wouldn't take long before there would be an instant replay of today. Already Duane had talked her into stealing syringes from the supply room. What next? Drugs? And all because of those velvet brown eyes-those eyes like Kim's.
Kim, yes, dear, sweet Kim. If only he knew what power he had held over her, more insistent and embracing than a witch's spell. That's what she'd do, she realized with a start. She would go back to the place where it had all started and try to rediscover who Pat Keefer was and start all over.
