Archive Note: The cover to this pocketbook shows the title as "The Nurse's Couch." The title page, and the header on each page inside showed the title as "A Nurse's Couch. I have used the inside title as the file name for this e-book.
CHAPTER ONE
It was the perfect day for a new beginning. The sky was a brilliant clear blue and the long summer drought had caused the leaves to turn their brilliant autumn colors in early September.
Pretty blonde Christie Wilson felt a great sense of exhilaration as she sat behind the wheel of the car that had been her graduation gift from her parents. The road that led from her home town, Petaluma, to San Francisco was amazingly beautiful, and it thrilled Christie to be, for the first time in her life, completely on her own. Then why was it, she wondered, that she felt like bursting into tears? Yes, it was exciting to be driving the coast road to San Francisco to start her career as a nurse. But it was frightening too. And she wasn't sure just why.
Still, the very word "career" made her heart beat faster. What could be more rewarding than the profession she had chosen? She knew there were a lot of people who looked down on nursing ... women's liberation types who thought women interested in medicine should become doctors ... But Christie had no desire to take on that responsibility. The blue-eyed young blonde shook her head. She could understand a lot of what women's libbers wanted, but sometimes she just wished they understood more about live and let live, and realized that everyone in the world was not as ambitious as they were.
She truly wanted nothing more than to be a good nurse ... a pediatric nurse. She cared about children-cared about them deeply. And children who were ill needed such special loving care. And for a moment she smiled at the thought of beginning her work. But then another cloud passed through her mind as her hand automatically felt for the thin gold chain around her neck ... the tiny amethyst heart that her Uncle Eddie had given her as a going away present...."To my favorite niece," he had smiled as he handed her the tiny box with the big white bow.
"Oh, Uncle Eddie!" She had thrown her arms around him, clinging to him so tightly that several of the other students around them at her graduation exercises had glanced their way. She adored her uncle Eddie and it didn't matter who knew it! He was the most wonderful person on earth!
Uncle Eddie was her mother's baby brother and only three years older than Christie herself, and as long as she could remember, she had been crazy about him. When she had begun to reach puberty, she had spent almost a whole year following him around, her eyes as big as moons, cheering herself hoarse as he carried the ball across the goal-line at a football game, screaming as if she had gone out of her mind when he hit a home-run at baseball. But after the games, when she tried to tag along with him, she had heard nothing but, "Get lost, kid."
For she was a long, gangly twelve year old, and Uncle Eddie at fifteen had been big man on campus that year. .So that along with Christie, there were dozens of other girls, full developed girls Eddie's age, equally adoring, surrounding him then-and Christie had hated them with all her heart. They would always say, "Eddie, does the little squirt have to tag along?"
And the sensitive young child had always gone home, usually with tears in her eyes. It was awful, just awful-being a "little squirt," but some day, Christie had vowed, she would get even with all those beautiful and sophisticated high school girls that Uncle Eddie had hung around with.
It had happened of course, but when Christie least expected it. It was a year later, and at thirteen Christie had begun to develop quite a womanly body.
Uncle Eddie had lived alone in an apartment ever since his parents had died two years earlier, and Christie's mother had always looked after him as if he were her own son. But early into winter that year, Eddie had come down with a flu, and Christie's mother had sent her over to Eddie's house with a large tray of dinner.
As she opened the door to his apartment and walked in, setting down the tray of food, and removing her coat, she heard an admiring whistle from Eddie, who had made his sick bed on the living room sofa.
"Jesus! My little niece is growing up!"
She turned to look at Eddie sprawled out on the couch wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans sixteen year old Uncle Eddie, all six feet of him. Eddie with the broad shoulders of the football hero and his slightly longish thick black wavy hair.
"Of course I have," Christie snapped at him. "I'm thirteen years old, after all."
"After all this time," Eddie amended. "And you know what, Christie?"
"No, what?" she asked.
"You've grown up into a cute kid."
"Oh, have I?" Now that he was noticing her at last, Christie could afford to be a little bitchy to him.
"Yep," he had said, appraising her as if she was on an auction block. Dear God! What had he expected? That she would grow into some sort of monster with three eyes and fourteen legs? "Yep," he repeated, "you're cute, you know that?"
"Well," Christie had answered, "I'm glad I get your stamp of approval." She had whirled around, her long blonde hair flying, her little mini-skirt flying up to the edge of her lace-t-rimmed panties and exposing the full length of her ripe firm thighs. Once again Uncle Eddie had whistled, this time grinning lewdly at her.
Christie flounced off toward the door, but her uncle coaxed her back. "Hey, little niece," he called. "What's with you? I didn't say anything did I?"
The young girl reappeared at the top of the stairway. "You whistled," she said reprovingly. "So?"
"Well...."
"Hell, Christie ... I almost always whistle when I see a gorgeous gal!"
In spite of herself, Christie smiled. And then she turned away again, acting aloof and remote for the moment.
Eddie broke out laughing at her, and now the young girl turned on him, almost furious. "I don't see what's so funny," she fumed.
"You would, kid, if you were my age."
"Well, I will be some time," she announced. "And I will certainly mind my manners better than you do!"
"You won't have as much fun then," Eddie shrugged.
He was staring at her again and Christie stood still now, delighted at his interest and yet afraid to show her pleasure. The younger boys she had dated once or twice didn't act this way at all. To Christie, they were utterly boring. This was the sort of thing a real man of the world-she thought of a couple of movie actors like Jack Nicholson or Robert Redford-the sort of thing they would do. And here was Uncle Eddie, just as sophisticated, just as cool, just as hip as any of those people. She tried to remember how the leading ladies responded to such treatment, and thought of Karen Black's sexiness, and grew afraid, but then she heard Uncle Eddie saying pleasantly...."Why don't you stay and hang out with me for while?"
"Well-I ... I've got to get home ... I've got some homework and an exam to study for tomorrow...."
"Aw, gee," Eddie said. "That means I have to be home sick here all alone. And I thought maybe you'd keep me company."
"Uh ... well ... I guess I could study later," Christie answered at once, hating herself for having given in so easily. But, darn it all, there was nothing else anywhere near as important to her as sitting around talking to her Uncle Eddie, and now he'd actually suggested it. And she sure wasn't going to spoil everything now.
Eddie's eyes roved over her and his grin broadened. His little niece was something else ... quite a dish. He wondered why he'd never noticed it before. But he had at last and that was what mattered.
"Well, that's great ... cause it's about time we got acquainted, right?"
"Right!" she said, and once again Eddie's eyes twinkled with amusement and he grinned. But when he saw that she seemed offended, he pulled a straight face and paid her a compliment. "You sure look pretty," he said. "I like that dress you're wearing."
Her Uncle's interest made Christie almost ecstatic! He'd never noticed her before! Never noticed what she was wearing or anything! And now he was treating her just the way he might treat any of the girls he dated! She. smoothed down the dress he had admired. It was brand new, and she was wearing it in the hope that he would like it. But she pretended to yawn and then said in a bored tone, "Do you like it, Eddie? This old thing? I've had it for years, you know."
"I like it," Eddie said, meaning it. God! It fitted her like a glove, clinging to her voluptuously developing curves, outlining her small rounded ass-cheeks. He whistled under his breath, and a little tingle of pleasure went through her at the thought of his approval. She pirouetted before Eddie, preening a little, then settled herself primly on a chair. The boy watched her, tongue-in-cheek, then asked: "How about a little smoke?"
"I don't smoke...." she said....
But then Eddie took from his pocket a hand-rolled cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag. It smelled funny ... not like any tobacco she had ever smelled....
"Hey ... what is that?" she asked.
"Try some."
"Not unless you tell me what it is."
"It's a joint."
"A joint?"
"Yeah ... marijuana," Eddie said casually, as if everyone used it every day.
Christie sat up with a s-tart. "But that's a drug," she said. "It's illegal."
"Right," her uncle answered. "And you know what. . ?"
"What?" Christie was wide-eyed with apprehension.
"Everything I really like to do is either illegal or immoral."
Christie was shocked, yet at the same time his openness with her thrilled her as well.
"What else do you want to do?" she asked saucily.
"I'd like to teach you about love, little niece ... I'd like to make love to you."
"W-what?"
"I'd like to fuck you," he said, his voice still perfectly cool, his manner as easy and natural as if he were asking about the weather.
Christie thought she had heard him correctly. He had said he wanted to fuck her. But her mind was hazy now from the effects of the drug so she couldn't be quite sure. But it didn't seem to make any difference. She wanted what Eddie wanted and was willing to do anything for him. She'd smoked marijuana with him, hadn't she?
Well, why not....
The impact of the word he had used echoed through her immature brain. It was one of those awful words that she'd heard some of the boys in her class at school use. She'd been shocked by it then, just as she was shocked now that Eddie would use it. She was glad there was no one else around to hear him right now when he was talking terrible like that.
And yet she thought if that was what Uncle Eddie wanted ... if he wanted to "fuck" her, then she wanted it too, just as she had wanted the marijuana, the joint he had given her to smoke. She only wished he would use another word for it. That was all she wanted. "Oh, Uncle Eddie," she said with a sigh, and he patted the sofa next to him, inviting her to sit down.
She dropped down beside him, and suddenly he pulled her close, crushing her against his strong chest until the sharp little points of her nipples seemed to bore into his chest. She whimpered with pleasure. This was what her uncle meant, and a little electric thrill coursed through her veins.
Eddie inched closer to her until his thigh rested against hers and then he half-turned her, crushing his niece against him once more until her breasts throbbed and her blood seemed on fire. He tilted her face up to his at last-how long had she waited for that moment? How had she managed to survive until he did so?-and then he pushed his warm moist lips down against hers until she whimpered again, but this time with pain. "What's the matter, Christie?" he asked, letting her go for a moment. "Don't you like it?"
"Oh, yes," she murmured. "Oh, Uncle Eddie ... oh, yes!"
"Good," he said. And then he bent his head to hers again. This time his tongue flicked out to shoot between her quivering lips, parting them tantalizingly before it sank into the deep warm cavern of her mouth. He swirled it around, sending little chills of mingled fear and excitement shooting through her helpless body. Oh, this was wrong ... wrong ... wrong! This was immoral. But it was also the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to the innocent thirteen year old, and Christie sucked in her breath as she felt a crazy tingling between her legs, felt her blood explode like firecrackers, felt her youthful breasts throb and swell.
Her nipples had hardened into tight little buds of adolescent desire even before Eddie slid his hand deep into the "vee" of her dress and began to tease at the sensitive flesh, rolling them almost cruelly between his thumb and forefinger. In spite of the pain she reveled in her uncle's sensuous touch. When he leaned forward and whispered: "Take it off, Christie ... let me take it off...." she could do nothing but nod in assent. She watched wordlessly as he slipped the sleeves of her dress down off her shoulders, let the dress itself fall down around her waist. And then she sucked in her breath as he slid the tiny scraps of her brassiere down off her naked shoulders. They hung there, halfway down her arms, for a long moment while Eddie fumbled with the tiny hooks in back. He managed to unclasp them at last and pulled the small lacy brassiere completely off, staring with unfeigned admiration as the two ripe young mounds of her breasts sprang free.
"Oh, God, Christie," he whispered. "You really are gorgeous. Did you know that?"
The half-naked young girl closed her eyes, feeling almost dizzy with the ecstasy of the moment. Eddie, she wanted to murmur. Oh, Eddie! But no words came-none could in this exalted moment-and she was glad of that-yes, glad-because it would have broken the magic spell which the foreign touch of her uncle's still teasing and taunting fingers had cast over her.
It seemed as though she had stopped breathing, even if she could feel her heart still flailing against her chest, seemed that nothing moved, nothing had existed except this forbidden pleasure that swept over her entire body like a wave washing across the sand, leaving little moments of the most exquisite delight in its wake. And then she felt herself responding almost against her will, knowing how wicked and evil this was. But even that didn't matter-nothing mattered but the newfound desire she felt.
She closed her eyes, sighing ecstatically. "Eddie," she finally whispered.
"Yes, Christie?"
"Do that ... do that again!"
"This?" he asked. And then he increased the pressure of his fingers on one tiny budding nipple, until Christie thought she would go mad with her passion. Her handsome uncle began to trail his fingers gently over the snowy mounds of her breasts while new spasms of excitement wracked her now fully-aroused body. Her flesh seemed to ignite, to take fire and burn with an unending need. She shuddered uncontrollably, knowing in her heart of hers that this was perverted-that this was obscene-yet she was powerless to stop her uncle, far less able to stop herself.
And then she felt his-mouth, his warm moist lips, as they grazed the firm white flesh of her breasts, felt that titillating moment when they parted to take the small hard nipple between them. Once again the young girl shuddered, her whole body quivering now, then placed her hands on his head pulling him closer and closer.
Eddie's tongue swirled around the small hardened bud of flesh, licking at it maddeningly while little shivers of excitement took possession of his niece. She began to moan quietly, and then shuddered again as he cupped one firm round breast in each hand, squeezing them and kneading them to the teenage girl's ineffable pleasure. Flaming little sensations coursed through her body, making her tremble like a leaf in the wind.
Little saucy Christie was his, his to do with what he pleased, and nothing on earth could make her stop him. Not the knowledge of this evil, nor the desire to save herself, nor the fear of her parents' wrath could have held her back now.
She sucked in her breath as his hand left her quivering breast to trail down across the flesh of her smooth flat belly to slip beneath the narrow elastic waistband of the white nylon panties she wore, and nestle teasingly in her sparsely curling pubic hair, just an inch from her throbbing clitoris.
A moment later the muscular teenage boy removed his strong fingers from her pubic mound, and began to inch his probing hand up along the soft inner flesh of her thighs until it had reached the tight thin legband of her panties. Christie held herself rigid as he slowly and thrillingly insinuated first one finger and then another under the flimsy wisp of nylon, seeking and finding the tiny patch of thin soft pubic hair nestled there in the "vee" between her legs.
Christie's body trembled uncontrollably as her uncle's fingers slid gently along the fleshy lips of her cunt moist now with her unrepressed desire-slid along the soft wet tenderness, back and forth, back and forth, until she thought she could stand it no longer. He found the tiny bud of her aching clitoris, found it and stroked it gently until it seemed to burst into bloom, to stand erect and taut while Christie feared that her whole body would explode in a thousand searing fragments.
Outside, the rain beat against the windowpanes, and the wind howled with greater and greater ferocity. Distant bolts of lightning lashed the sky as if they would tear it in two.
Moments later there were the drum-like rolls of thunder, growing louder with each passing instant.
Christie looked around her, aroused from the absorption of her own pleasure that had engulfed her for the last few minutes. The spectacle of the pouring rain and the bursting lightening should have been terrifying yet she felt no fear. She was safe here, safe in her uncle's arms. And nothing else mattered.
She wiped all other thoughts from her mind and let herself enjoy even more the excitement caused by Uncle Eddie's stroking fingers as they slipped gently between the moist fleshy lips of her cunt, as they searched out and found the small glistening hole of her vagina, teasing and taunting it. She held her breath in the sheer ecstasy of the moment as her handsome brother's middle finger stretched forth and slipped slowly and relentlessly up into her moistened cuntal slit, twisting and turning between the warmly throbbing walls of her virginal passage. Impaled on the tip, Christie writhed and thrashed beneath her adored uncle, oblivious now to the rain outside, the flashes of fire that lit the sky, the approaching roar of the thunderbolts.
As he continued to finger-fuck her, Christie mewled with lewd delight, her little groans of lust passing from her parted lips. Her excitement only added to his own, and Eddie knew then that he had to have her, knew as he had known all along that he had to fuck her or go out of his mind with mounting passion. Oh Jesus! He'd had plenty of girls before, but none of them had ever turned him on this way! Little Christie was the most sensuous girl he'd ever met-the little niece he had ignored for so long was a real woman now and a terrific one at that!
His finger slipped in and out of her throbbing little pussy and he could feel the clasping wet walls as they seemed to close desperately around it, grasping him, holding him there. And then with a sucking sound he withdrew his finger while Christie gasped out her disappointment. "Oh, Uncle Eddie," she moaned miserably. "Uncle Eddie ... don't stop ... don't stop!"
"I'm not going to stop," he managed to hiss between clenched teeth. "I'm not going to stop until I've fucked your cunt!"
Christie heard the metallic rasp of a zipper being undone and she saw that her young uncle was pulling his clothes off hurriedly, stripping them from his lean athletic form and dropping them in a pile of the floor. Then he stood naked before his niece, his young and eager penis jutting out rigidly from his powerfully muscled pelvis.
"Oh, Christ!" he murmured. He had to have her and he had to have her now! The incensed adolescent leaned forward to slide his hand beneath her quivering white ass-cheeks, while with his other hand he pulled her dress down beneath her hips and under her thighs until, like his own clothes, it fell to the floor. Then he hooked his finger beneath the thin elastic waistband of her panties and began easing them off until his young niece lay naked and panting before him on the couch.
He knelt above her, his legs straddling her quivering white thighs. Outside, the rain continued to spill forth in bucketfuls, pounding on the roof with a rhythmic staccato beat. Again and again the flashes of lightning lit the cloud-darkened sky while the thunder rolled ominously. But Christie had shut her ears to the sound, her eyes to the darkening evening. Nothing mattered to her except the nearness of her beloved uncle.
She could feel his fingers again parting the lewdly moistened lips of her quivering little cunt. Then she felt the presence of his slim but iron-hard penis poised above the tiny opening there, felt it brush against her pulsating pussy flesh with a tantalizing probing that set off new sparks of pleasure in Christie's lustfully pounding blood.
Finally, the tight restricting ring of flesh that guarded the depths of her desire-filled cunt gave way and Eddie's throbbing young cock shoved deep up inside her, pushing her virginal pussy flesh aside in rippling waves before its lewd advance, tearing her hymen apart and lunging all the way up into his little niece's innocent belly. Christie groaned at the searing pain that shot through her skewered loins at first, and then sighed at the immense pleasure that followed it. She lay back now, moaning ecstatically, her legs spread wide as her uncle began to fuck in and out, in and out, thrusting his youthful cock deeper and deeper into her hot moist vagina.
She knew nothing now but the unnatural lust that overwhelmed her, the incredible pleasure that passed through her body, that made every pore in her skin tingle with a newfound delight, a delight that seemed to set her very blood on fire.
Eddie was fucking in and out now, each lunge, each thrust of his perversely hardened young cock adding new excitement to the rapture that seemed to engulf Christie. She began to move beneath her uncle, grinding her pelvis up against him, moving around and around below him as she moaned at the sheer forbidden lust of this moment. Again, the lightning flashed outside, again the thunder burst forth in ear splitting resonance. Christie felt his pulsating hardness as he ploughed deep inside her, withdrew and plunged deeply in again. She cried out softly in her excited pleasure, moaning again, calling out her uncle's name ... "Eddie ... Eddie ... Eddie ... " while his throbbing cock-head burrowed up inside her desire-tortured pussy.
The impaled young girl knew that this was wrong-and a sudden flash of lightning, a sudden crack of thunder seemed a foreboding of what was yet to come-but she gave herself up completely to the ecstasy that enveloped her. She was one with Eddie now, and as she took him into her, as she responded to his passionate lovemaking, an excitement that began deep in her throbbing vagina spread like ripples in a pool through her nakedly twisting flesh.
Christie felt the ecstatic moment that Eddie had brought her to-the sensuous moment when her own orgiastic juices began to flow forth to wash and lave the burgeoning penis now enclosed within her never-before-touched cuntal passage. She was going to cum...!
Christie moaned and ground her buttocks down deeper into the couch cushion, her arms shooting out to clasp her incestuous lover closer to her, her fingernails raking across his naked back and leaving a trail of thin red welts behind them. Suddenly her legs jackknifed back until her knees almost touched her swollen and quivering young breasts. She felt her uncle's hard thick cock slide in to the hilt until it smacked against her tender cervix, the moment when his seething, burning male cum spurted forth to mingle with her own vaginal juices, as time seemed to stand still, with nothing but the two of them locked together here, while the rains poured down outside and the lightning flared and the thunder rolled.
CHAPTER TWO
The whole scene seemed to pass before Christie's eyes now as she sped down the highway in her new car, the gift that was transporting her from her past, from her childhood into the isolation of maturity ... transporting her from the life she had led in Petaluma with her Uncle Eddie always so close by, to a new one in which she feared she would lose Eddie forever.
The idea of living without Eddie just a few blocks away suddenly horrified her ... and she could feel the tears beginning to form in her eyes. She tried to focus on the scenery, on the magnificent Pacific Ocean that lay over steep cliffs to her right as she drove down Highway One, but her grief and fear seemed to act as a screen between her and life.
She turned the radio on, and let the strident sounds of rock and roll drown out the sadness of her thoughts.
Finally, she was at the bridge and heading toward the apartment she had found for herself on a visit to San Francisco just the week before. And her sadness began to change to a feeling of keen anticipation.
She had found a small, one-bedroom apartment on Laguna Street, not far from the hospital where she was to work. It was a furnished apartment in an old Victorian house that had been recently renovated, and it was actually a lovely place. The landlady, who lived upstairs, was a professional decorator and the apartment was bright and cheerful with dozens of hanging green plants, and curtains in a bold Marimeko print.
Yes, tomorrow, she thought, as she unpacked her clothes and carefully hung them in the closet or folded them in the drawers of the old oak dresser, tomorrow I will start work at the job I've wanted to do just as long as I can remember. When she had finished, she went downstairs and walked a few blocks until she found a small restaurant, where she ate dinner alone for the first time in her life. Then she returned to her new home, and quickly fell asleep.
The next day, Christie's first day of work, she awoke early. Her sleep had been far from sound, punctuated by frightening dreams. And now she felt unreasonably nervous at facing her first day as a professional nurse.
Christie shuddered a little and buried her face in the pillow. She was being absurd, utterly absurd. What reason did she have to be afraid to do the job she had been so thoroughly trained for-to take care of young girls and boys? None whatsoever, she told herself sternly. And it was high time that she got up and showered, had a cup of coffee and a slice of toast and then dressed for work.
-But she was still quivering with nervous tension as she dragged herself from the comforting warmth of her bed. She slid her feet into furry pink slippers, and pulled a soft pink nylon robe around her voluptuous body, then padded into the bathroom.
She turned on the shower, dropping the robe from her shoulders as she did so. The naked woman caught sight of herself in the mirror, and stood for a moment to stare at the voluptuous curves of her lovely body, at the full mounds of her snowy white breasts, the slenderness of her waist, the firm curves of her hips and thighs. And then she chided herself gently with: "You're vain, Christie Wilson. That's what you are!" and stepped beneath the stinging hot spray.
She soaped herself generously, letting the white froth of suds cascade down over her throbbing breasts, over the flat plane of her belly to the tiny triangle of sparse blonde hair between her thighs. She let her hands wander down to it, scrubbing herself assiduously and felt a little moment's excitement as her finger touched the hair-lined lips of her pussy. She shouldn't be doing this, she told herself. Washing herself was all right, but she shouldn't allow herself to respond to the pleasure that coursed through her glistening wet body. But then, for the briefest moment, the young blonde let her middle finger touch the tiny bud of her clitoris, stroked it gently into tender erection while little darts of pleasure shot through her naked wet body.
Then she shook her head in a stern self-warning. "What on earth are you thinking of, Christie?" she asked herself as she stepped from the shower and picked up a fluffy towel. "You're going to be late for work ... and your first day, too!"
The anxious young woman dried herself quickly, then pulled on her little white nylon panties, put on her brassiere, and then a slip with a row of lace around the hem that made her feel utterly feminine, as if it were her little private secret under her nurse's uniform.
Slipping on her robe she began to brush her long golden hair, wondering nervously if all of her bathing and dressing had taken too much time, if she really would be late for her first day at work.
Dropping the hairbrush and dashing into the kitchen, Christie lit the flame under the coffee pot, and dropped a slice of bread into the toaster. Next came the cream and butter from the refrigerator, but the slender blonde hesitated a moment before she took out the jar of grape jam. Then she assuaged her guilt feelings by telling herself that she could afford a few extra calories, especially on this day of days when she'd be working extra hard. She'd need all the energy she could get.
Christie forced herself to sit down and drink the coffee and eat the toast, but after she lit a cigarette, she was on her feet again, pacing back and forth. Snuffing out the cigarette when it was only half-smoked, she admonished herself once more: Calm was the order of the day-there was no doubt about that.
Glancing up at the wall clock, the nervous new nurse realized that there was a real crisis ahead of her instead of the imaginary ones she had been cooking up. If she didn't get out of here, and on the double-she would be late on her first day at the hospital! And then what would people think?
Christie dashed into the bedroom and pulled on her new crisp white uniform, and buttoned it almost all the way to the tiny collar, looked at herself in the mirror and looked again, ran to grab her coat, and headed out the door and off to the hospital.
It was only a few blocks from the apartment, and she walked quickly in her comfortable white nurse's shoes, and running quickly up the imposing stone steps of the hospital, reported, just under the wire, to Mrs. Foster, the head nurse.
"Well, well, my dear ... welcome to the staff," the kindly, grey-haired nurse told her. "Why don't you come with me now, and you can meet some of your patients in the teenager's lounge ... They're darling children and I know you'll be just wonderful with them.
Walking down the long hospital corridor to the lounge, Christie began to regain her confidence. Mrs. Foster seemed so sure that everything was going to be fine. Then Mrs. Foster opened the door to the lounge, and the sound of rock music came blaring out. Unlike the soft colors of most of the other wards, the teenage lounge was painted in bright orange and yellow, with touches of green plants scattered about, and huge posters of Elton John, Paul McCartney, other rock stars hung on the walls. Mrs. Foster took her around and introduced her to her young patients. The first was a pretty young girl, sitting alone and reading a copy of Sixteen Magazine. She looked to be about fourteen, with long black hair that fell way below her shoulders, and a charming heart-shaped face. Mrs. Foster told her the girl was recovering from meningitis.
The next patient she met was a young boy with long blonde hair, dancing in the middle of the floor by himself and doing amazingly well in spite of a heavy cast on his leg, which had been broken. Mrs. Foster introduced her to several other boys and girls ranging in age from about eleven to sixteen until finally she came to a young boy about sixteen, sitting by himself in a corner and reading. "This is Danny Phelps," the older nurse said. "Danny is a fine, fine boy ... he just fell in with the wrong crowd, and got involved with drugs, and finally came down with a case of hepatitis ... But he's well on the road to recovery. We'll be letting him go any day now-and we'll miss him." Danny looked up and smiled. And as Christie glanced again at the youth a little gasp escaped her lips. Oh, Dear God! Why Danny Phelps looked just like her Uncle Eddie!
Not the way Eddie had looked the other day when he had said goodbye to her and given her the locket, kissing her almost chastely in spite of the way she herself had thrown her arms about him and clung to him-not that way at all. Danny looked like Eddie had looked on that night almost eight years ago when the two of them had made love so passionately there on Eddie's sofa, when he had stripped her clothes off and ran his hands up and down her quivering young flesh until she was maddened with incestuous desire for him.
Christie shook her head as the memory flooded over her, making her tremble with its very intensity. Oh God! She might almost have been there again-and instinctively she looked out the window, half expecting to see the rain drops pelting against the panes, the flash of lightning in the distance, the deep rolling drums of thunder.
But there was no thunder-nothing now but the sound of her wildly beating heart and then young Danny Phelps's youthful voice-and it was just like Eddie's had been!-as he said: "Hi, Nurse Wilson...."
Then, to her great relief, Mrs. Foster took her lightly by the arm and continued to lead her around the lounge, introducing her to the rest of her young patients. And Christie was aware that all their eyes were fixed on her now in the particular way that teenage children of both sexes have of looking at particularly attractive women, and for a fleeting instant, the trembling blonde berated herself for having chosen this profession, and then once again she recovered her composure. But she loved the profession of nursing with a passion, loved the idea of being a healer, of caring for the sick and needy. But she had to close her mind to her own past, and somehow ignore the presence of the tall and slender youth who brought it all back to her so vividly.
The somewhat nervous young nurse managed to spend the rest of the day becoming acquainted with the hospital routine and found too often that she was only half listening, knowing that she should really make more of an effort to concentrate on what was happening. But her mind kept darting back to that night with her Uncle Eddie, and then somehow darting forward to now, as she imagined what it would be like with young Danny Phelps.
She had no right to think such immoral things! No right at all! And yet she was powerless to prevent the lewd images from parading through her now totally confused brain. She would lie beneath this boy naked, as she had beneath Eddie that night! Danny Phelps' slender young hands would trace the line of her quivering belly, slipping lower and lower until he touched ever so tentatively at the swollen little mound of her pussy, covered sparsely with golden soft pubic hair. She sucked in her breath at the obscene notion, trembled with the knowledge of the pleasure that would sweep over her naked flesh at the fierce electric contact.
But that would be only the beginning of the delight she would know. There would be the ecstatic pleasure as he took her throbbing breasts in his small hands, the little nipples already hard and pulsating sucked deep into his mouth, as he swirled his tongue around and over the erect little buds, sending shivers of sheer lust shooting up and down her spine, chills of excitement. And at the same time, her body would seem to burst into flame. She would lie back then, unable to resist, her flesh responding submissively to the eager laving of his tongue while tiny lewd darts of fires seemed to shoot through her belly to lap at every inch of her forbidden nakedness.
The tingling between her legs would be almost unbearable-even sitting across from Mrs. Foster, trying hard to listen, it had begun, and she had ground her buttocks down into the hard wooden seat in an effort to end it-and it would grow maddeningly until at last Danny slipped his finger even further down below her belly, slipped it right up there between her close-pressed legs and forced them apart.
Oh God! How Christie longed for that moment-the moment when his eager young strength proved too much for her will to resist, when his need to possess her overcame the last vestige of her own reluctance, and she totally surrendered herself to this handsome youth. She would let her legs splay open then-she shuddered at the very obscenity of it-splay open, revealing to him the tantalizing entirety of her moistly throbbing cunt. He would bend his head forward then, there between her legs, while he gazed in rapt and admiring awe at the full fleshy lips of her naked pussy. Gently-oh so gently-but firmly too, he would place his hands on the quivering flesh of her white inner thighs and his thumbs on the sensitive edges of her cunt, and then draw them open until he saw the rosy little bud of her clitoris inside.
After an agony of waiting-one in which Christie would scarcely breathe-his head would move forward and his tongue would flick hotly at the tiny throbbing protuberance there between her cuntal lips, just as he had licked the berry-like buds of her nipples such a short time before. And the flames that had almost consumed her then would seem to be rekindled and she would writhe in agonized torment.
The darkly handsome youngster would draw his finger the length of the narrow furrow again, but this time it would stop at the small and glistening entrance of her vagina while Christie let out little cat-like mewls of pleasure. Only then would it slip into burrow deep, twisting and turning maddeningly inside. New thrills would engulf her, and in spite of herself ....
"Miss Wilson!" Mrs. Foster's loud tone cut through her reverie, and Christie shuddered at the lewd and lascivious images that had taken possession of her. She looked up, focusing her eyes with difficulty on the kindly older woman who was now looking a bit impatient!
"Have you heard one word that I've said?"
"Of course, Mrs. Foster ... of course ... I'm terribly sorry ... my mind wandered for just a moment ... so much new information ... so much excitement ... first day on the job!"
"Miss Wilson ... a good nurse maintains a clear awareness at all times ... how else can we expect you to deal with crisis ... now, as I was saying ... your first couple of weeks we expect you to work the late shift ... You'll start at midnight tomorrow."
"I'm terribly sorry Mrs. Foster."
Oh, dear God, how long had she been lost in that obscene reverie? How long had Mrs. Foster been aware that she was daydreaming? She couldn't for the life of her tell and a slow blush covered her face. What if Mrs. Foster could read her mind? What is she had known what she was thinking?
The very idea of such a thing made her shake with self-loathing, and it was with the utmost difficulty that she persuaded herself that it could not-it simply could not-be true. Even so, the blonde was sure that her terrible guilt showed on her face, and she longed for a moment to find some hole she could crawl into, curling up there to avoid the condemning stare of Mrs. Wilson.
That wasn't possible though, and she knew that she had to go on as if nothing had happened, as if her whole world hadn't suddenly been shaken apart by the appearance of this ... this ... apparition ... here in the hospital ... this ghost of her wicked past. She wished devoutly that it would disappear-vanish into thin air the way a ghost was supposed to. But the memory of young Danny Phelps told her that would never happen. She was to be haunted by the past for the duration of his stay at the hospital.
CHAPTER THREE
The next night Christie didn't come on duty until midnight. The hospital was as still as a morgue, and Christie had absolutely nothing to do. She had brought a book with her to keep her occupied, a detective story, and as she sat there in the nurses' room trying to lose herself in the mindless entertainment, Christie tried to forget that the boy who had caused such a powerful reaction in her just yesterday morning was sound asleep just behind a door at the other end of the corridor. But it was impossible. The words passed before her eyes unseen, for the image of the boy-and the image of her Uncle Eddie too floated in her brain. They were as alike as twins, she told herself, and then hastily amended her thoughts by adding "at least they look that much alike to be twins."
But from that beginning she found it impossible not to wonder about other similarities between the two. What would young Danny be like naked, the way she had seen Eddie that night so long ago? There had been something so very special about Eddie's virile young cock as it sprang forth when he stripped his shorts off, something so thrillingly exciting about ... what? She didn't know ... she just didn't know. But she was sure that the very same would be true of Danny Phelps.
With a powerful effort of will, Christie pushed the image of the boy from her mind, got up, took a cigarette, and lit it. She inhaled deeply, letting the acrid smoke settle in her lungs briefly, then blew it out in a perfect ring. She began to pace back and forth restlessly.
This is ridiculous, she told herself. Why couldn't she have any control of the fantasies of her mind and the desires of her body. And once again she didn't know ... she just didn't know!
Christie finished the cigarette and stubbed it out in an ashtray, then sat down with her book again. Once again she lit a cigarette. What on earth was the matter with her? Was she losing her mind or something? She was a grown woman, she told herself sternly ... with a job to do.
Once again she tried to push the thoughts from her mind, and stood up to go over to the coffee maker against the wall and have a cup of coffee. Maybe that would wake her up and snap her out of this reverie. On the counter near the coffee maker she found a half-used container of half-and-half but no sugar. She began to open the doors of the little cabinet below looking for some ... and suddenly something shiny on the back of the shelf caught her eye ... she reached her hand in and touched it. It was cold and smooth and she pulled it out. A bottle of brandy ...! Someone must have hidden it there. Her hand trembled as she held the bottle there for she realized she wanted a drink. Christie had never been much of a drinker, and under normal circumstances certainly wouldn't have dreamed of drinking on duty, but given the strange way she was feeling, she decided that a small drink, just a taste really-might soothe her frayed nerves and make her calmer to deal with the patients. She poured a little into her cup of coffee and drank it down. It felt so wonderfully warm and soothing that she poured herself a second.
In a few minutes her head was swirling slightly, and her walk was a little unsteady, so she found her way back to her chair, too tipsy now to even need the pretense of the detective book.
In a few moments she had dozed into a light sleep, when suddenly she was startled awake by a knock on the glass window of the door to the nurse's room....
"Nurse Wilson...?"
Oh my God! Was it a dream or had she really awakened. For there at the door was young Danny Phelps!
"I ... I couldn't sleep ... I was feeling so lonely here without my mom and dad ... I just needed someone to talk to."
"Come in Danny ... yes, do come in."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Sit down, Danny ... sit down ...." She pulled a chair over beside her and he sat down.
"You ... you really should get some sleep," she said. "Why don't I ggive you a sleeping pill ... That should help you." His presence was making her nervous.
"I'm not allowed to have sleeping pills ... Nurse Wilson ... It's not good for my liver ...."
Christie caught her breath. Oh my God! What an awful mistake to make, she should have looked at his record. What was happening to her anyway?
"What seems to be the problem?"
Danny panicked for a moment. How could he tell her he couldn't sleep for thinking of her, for imagining her breasts and her ass and what her pussy looked like ... for imagining how it would feel to stick his hard hot cock in her juicy warm pussy. Christ! Ever since he had seen her yesterday, he'd been walking around with a goddamn hard on. "I-I don't know ... just thinkin'," he said lamely.
And' then, accidentally, his thigh brushed against hers. Once again Christie felt the tremor of excitement ripple through her, felt the little chills of imminent arousal crawling up her spine. She hesitated just a moment-just a moment too long-before she moved away from the boy, turning to give him a searching look. Had this brief electric contact been intentional? A quick glance at Danny's face showed it to be impassive, almost blank. Surely, she thought, he had no such idea in his mind.
Christie Wilson shuddered almost imperceptibly, then looked again at the young man beside her, marveling once more at his strange resemblance to her Uncle Eddie as a youth. But there was no time for such ideas, she told herself sternly, and this was hardly the place to let her mind wander to the past.
The nearness of the boy exerted a disquieting influence on her though, and she couldn't for the life of her deal with it. "I think you'd better get back to bed, Danny," she said. " ... you need your sleep to recover ... Come on, now ... I'll tuck you in." My God! What was she saying! But she couldn't take that back now, and together they rose and walked to Danny's private room at the far end of the corridor. And, as Danny took off his terrycloth bathrobe and climbed into the bed in his pajamas, Christie was trembling visibly as the distraught young woman felt an answering fire shoot through her own body-felt once more caught up in that terrible conflagration that had begun with her young Uncle Eddie so many, many years earlier!
The tingling began between her legs again, there in the softly quivering lips of her pussy. She felt the moisture seep down as if had before, felt it on the sensitive flesh of her tender inner thighs. This time she fought against it, fought as she had never fought before in her life. "Oh, God ... Eddie...." she heard herself breathe, as she sank down beside him on the bed.
A word from her young patient brought her back to her senses. "My name's not Eddie," he said, amused by her mistake. Christie shook her head and her voice choked in her throat. "My name's Danny," the boy went on.
"Yes," Christie mumbled. "Yes ... of course ... Danny." But he wasn't Danny to her at all-he was Uncle Eddie and she felt the terrible ache of longing for him. "Danny," she repeated, almost moaning the name. "Danny."
The boy was looking at her now with a startled expression swallowing hard, obviously perplexed. Finally he cleared his throat. "Are you ... are you okay, Nurse Wilson?" And in an instinctive gesture of compassion, he reached out and touched her arm.
Oh my God! Christie thought. That was all that was needed to set her on fire again, make her loins ache and throb with passion and turn her body to a sheet of flame. She gritted her teeth in a last desperate effort at self-control and then gave up as Danny touched her arm again. Oh God! How could she resist this terrible impulse she had? She had been unable to resist Uncle Eddie so many years before. And now-and how much worse it wasshe could not resist the temptation before her. She could not help herself, no matter what, could not resist reaching out to touch this young boy who was so much like her beloved uncle, stroking his hair gently at first, turning him toward her, lifting his head to hers until her own soft moist lips brushed against his sweet young mouth. Once again she felt the sudden spark shoot through her, igniting her flesh and blood, as Danny made no effort to pull away from her bold embrace.
Now her passion seemed to know no bounds. There was nothing she would not do to this ... this ... child, she admitted to herself if he would only respond to her. Nothing ... nothing at all.
The aroused nurse moved closer to her unsuspecting patient, her thighs tight against his own. Her lips were still pressed moistly to his and now her tongue flicked out to burrow deep into the warm wet cavern of his mouth. She was rewarded by the touch of his tongue against her own and then, with a start of delight, realized that it was swirling around of its own accord, was shooting farther and farther back until it seemed to brush against her throat. For a moment it filled her mouth completely and she thought that she was choking. And then she felt a new surge, a new ecstasy in this lewd act.
She seemed to care for nothing now, nothing but the fulfillment of her obscene desire to be possessed by this handsome young boy.
Christie shuddered in disbelief at what she was doing. Then, ignoring the consequences, she took young Danny's hand and placed it on the throbbing mound of one of her breasts. She felt his strong fingers as he began almost mechanically to stroke it and then she knew that that wasn't enough-wasn't enough at all.
"Put your hand here," she whispered huskily to him, now guiding it down to the deep "vee" of the dress she wore. "Here Danny, my darling. Here." With little moan of ecstasy she felt his fingers as they fumbled clumsily with the buttons of her crisp white uniform, opening it farther until he was able to slip his hand beneath the cloth and into the flimsy white lace of her brassiere.
Reveling at the touch of his young hand against her naked flesh, she was lost in a lurid excitement, caught in this immoral entanglement. But even the boy's now insistent stroking of her warm white skin, his teasing at the hard little bud of one nipple seemed pallid by comparison with what had happened so long ago and aroused her to the full ecstasy of a mature woman.
Danny stroked the tender flesh of one full breast, and then, knowing instinctively what would please the lovely blonde nurse, he cupped it firmly in his hand, kneading and squeezing it until Christie moaned.
At the sound the boy turned an anguished face to her. "Gee, nurse Wilson, did I hurt you?"
"Oh, no," she gasped. "Oh, no. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all. Oh God! It feels so good. It feels so good, Danny. Do it again."
Now Danny's fingers were teasing and taunting again at her erectly throbbing nipples, while a fever of excitement gripped the aroused young woman. "Oh, God!" she whimpered. "Oh dear God!" She had to get her clothes off, had to feel young Danny even closer to her than he was now. The thought of danger had crossed her mind only briefly. It was possible someone would come looking for her, or that the doctor on duty would notice her long absence, but she was too far gone to let anything stop her now, and with nimble fingers she hastily undid the rest of the buttons on her uniform, then writhed and twisted until the soft fabric fell from her shoulders to bunch around her hips. Quickly she reached behind herself to unclasp the hooks on the back of her brassiere, letting the voluptuously full mounds of her magnificent breasts spring free.
A startled expression crossed Danny's face and then turned to a lewd grin. Jeez, he thought. This was going to be good! This was going to be great! Just what the doctor ordered, he smiled to himself. And he would never in the world have expected the new nurse to start taking her clothes off in front of him this way! Never in a million years! Cripe! What if he told the other kids in the hospital about it? Told some of the other guys that Nurse Wilson was a real hot number!
Christie looked at the teenage boy with lust-filled eyes, seeing once again the image of Eddie. And then, hardly aware of what she was saying, she whispered to the boy, "Oh God, Danny. Suck my breasts, will you? Oh, God! Suck them!"
Once again the boy looked startled, then he grinned at her, licking his lips lasciviously. "Crap, yes!" he muttered. "Anything you want, Nurse Wilson."
His head came forward and he fastened his mouth on one firm little nipple-bud, barely touching it as he began to suck. Christie groaned out her pleasure and tangled her hands in the boy's dark, wavy hair, pulling him closer to her. Her body was like a roaring furnace now-as vivid and flaming as the lightning that continued to flash through the sky. She had never imagined it could be like this with anyone but her Uncle Eddie-and now young Danny was sending the same ecstasy through her quivering body that she had experienced so many years before. Oh God! If only, he would take her clothes off, strip her naked, just as her brother had. "Danny, she murmured. "Oh ... Danny!"
As if he could read her mind the boy suddenly whispered hoarsely, "Can I take all your clothes off? All the way off? Jesus, I want to see you naked."
Thrills of pleasure were running through his own slim young body now, and he reached out with a quivering hand to tug at her dress, trying to slide it out from beneath her rounded buttocks. There was a terrible throbbing ache in his penis as it lurched to erection beneath his pajamas. Oh Jesus, he wondered. Would she let him do everything to her-let him fuck her and everything'!
The idea of it sent new thrills chasing up the youngster's spine, made his boyish cock stiffen in anticipation. Jesus! Fuck the nurse! He'd been laying awake unable to sleep tonight because since he had met her in the lounge the day before, he had not been able to get her luscious body out of his mind. But he never dreamed she would be here with him now and that he would be stroking her soft hot breasts ....
He heard Christie's passion-choked voice saying "Take my clothes off, Danny. Please take them off." She half-lifted herself from the bed as the young boy ob-eyed her lewd command and pulled at the uniform, drawing it off her shoulders and out from beneath her now, letting it fall to the floor. She sat there under his penetrating gaze, wearing nothing but the thin white nylon panties she had pulled on earlier. There was a long moment when neither of them moved-when they merely stared at one another. And then Danny slipped his fingers beneath the narrow elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down too. Once again Christie raised herself slightly from the soft hospital bed to make the boy's task easier, and listened with bated breath to the rustling of the fragile fabric as he drew her panties down over her hips and thighs and then let them slide to the floor.
Jesus! She was gorgeous! She really was! He couldn't help himself anymore-he wasn't even sure how long he could hold back. He was a little scared, but he only knew that he had to have her right now-that he had to run his hands over her soft smooth skin, had to explore that little mound of sparse pubic hair-had to-had to fuck her!
He let his hand trail gently across the smoothness between the lush twin mounds of her breasts, going farther and farther down, drawing his fingers across her belly now until at last it reached the swollen, hair-fringed mound between her legs. Christie gasped at the new flames that shot through her, then let her legs go limp, splaying out lewdly to each side.
Danny leaned forward, transfixed by the obscenity of his nurse's wetly glistening cunt. He felt a surging in his cock, an aching tightness that could not be denied. "Nurse Wilson," he said. "I want to fuck you."
Christie closed her eyes in the delirium of her lust. He had said it! This young boy had said it to her. "I want to fuck you!" She shivered with ecstasy at the lewdness of the word, the very incongruity of hearing it from this youngster's lips. And then she began to groan, "Oh, Fuck me, Danny. I want you to. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The boy's hands slid deep into the crevice there between her thighs, his fingers teasing at the soft pink hair-lined slit. And then, after what seemed an eternity, they touched the tiny blood-inflamed button of her clitoris, stroking that hardened little nubbin, feeling it throb beneath his fingertips. Oh Jesus! He could hardly wait! The fire that burned in his inexperienced young cock was consuming him, and he could already feel the churning of his sperm in his now swollen testicles.
He placed both hands on the soft whiteness of her inner thighs, spreading them even farther apart, to expose even more of the pink slit of his nurse's vagina. Then he probed ever so briefly at the glistening little orifice that quivered as if to invite the continuation of this obscene act. He sighed deeply with adolescent desire, and then plunged his middle finger deep up into Christie's wetly yearning vagina.
She moaned again and again as he ploughed in and out ... in and out ... Suddenly she whimpered in surprised disappointment as Danny withdrew his lewdly probing finger. "Oh, my God!" she begged him. "Don't stop, Danny. Don't stop."
The lust-tortured nurse looked at him now, her eyes not more than narrow slits of sexual need, and saw that her student was struggling with the zipper of his fly. A little sigh of delighted relief escaped her half-parted lips as she saw his slender young penis spring forth at last, hard and throbbing.
Danny stared down at his nurse for a moment, then suddenly reached beneath her to lift her legs up onto the couch. Then he-kneeled up above her and waited for long agonizing seconds. Finally he whimpered in a passion-choked voice, "I ... I'm not sure what to do, Nurse Wilson."
For one brief moment Christie froze, while the last semblance of sanity held her back from this final corruption.
Christie closed her eyes again, then closed her trembling hand around the young boy's stiff and slender penis. His voice came to her once more, his words whispered yet reverberating like the already receding thunder. "Help me do it ... Please!"
"Oh God, yes," Christie moaned. "Oh, God, yes!" The poor boy! So naive and innocent in his desire for her. But of course, she should have known he was a virgin. And now he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Wanted her to be the first. Drained of all will power, of all her sensibility, knowing nothing but the overwhelming need to feel his youth's virile young cock deep up inside her warm and clasping cunt, the trembling young teacher guided his hotly pulsing rod of flesh to the moist and swollen opening between her smooth white thighs. She felt an ineffable ecstasy as his tender penis teased at the opening of her pussy, and then with a powerful lunge, he shoved his cock deep into her passion-drenched cunt.
Danny immediately began grinding in and out now, in and out, while his straining pelvis moved powerfully against his nurse's quivering belly. The young woman began to move beneath him in wild and passionate abandon, mewling out her pleasure.
"Deeper," she cried. "Oh God, deeper!" Instinctively, she threw her arms around him, trailing her fingers up and down over the muscled flesh of his back, leaving huge red welts in their wake. Her hands slid the length of his back to grasp at the white mounds of his buttocks, to cup them as she pulled his blood-swollen cock deeper and deeper into the aching depths of her lewdly clasping pussy.
Christie felt an insane wave of pure ecstasy pass through her voluptuous young body as her climax approached. "Oh God," she moaned, "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming...." She gave herself up completely to her moment, feeling the warm orgasmic fluid seep forth, bathing her throbbing cuntal passage in its moistness. At almost the same instant she felt the terrible tension in her young lover's body as Danny reached his own climax, as he arched back one last time and then plunged deep into her until it seemed that his slender young penis filled every inch of her wildly jerking pussy.
"Oh God, Nurse Wilson, I'm cumming too," he groaned. A deep shudder shook his body and matched her own bucking undulations as his warm seminal fluids spurted forth to unite with the pungent seeping wetness deep in her vagina.
The impassioned couple clung to one another for a long and unforgettable moment, and then, with a deep sigh of contentment, young Danny let his body go slack and roll, half-conscious, from the still quivering figure of his naked nurse. Christie might have fallen into a deep sleep too, if she hadn't heard soft footsteps in the corridor outside the door. Quickly she dressed and resumed her post-and just in the nick of time as the doctor on the night shift began to make his rounds.
CHAPTER FIVE
Christie did not arrive home from work until the sun had already begun to rise, and she slept the following day until just after it had set.
This strange fact of light was only one of the things that gave the young nurse a feeling of utter disorientation when she awoke, for the first thing that crossed her mind when she opened her eyes was the message from her aching body-she had fucked young Danny Phelps until she had almost gone out of her mind. And suddenly, the horror of her predicament struck her with all the force of a belly blow. She moaned quietly, feeling weak and tired and dizzy. Oh dear God! What had ever possessed her? What had driven her on to the lewd and obscene seduction of her patient? She searched for an answer to her question, found one at last and then pushed it to the back of her mind, too shocked to face it.
The young nurse lay in bed gathering her strength for another night at work. Another night at work! For a long time it seemed that she could never face it again and she turned to bury her face against the pillow. But she knew she could not hide from life forever, and finally sat up in bed, almost disgusted by her nightgown clad body. She had given it-she had given herself-to her young patient the night before! She had welcomed his lewd ravishment of her right there in his hospital room, and had thrilled to his obscene caresses. And now she was filled with regrets. But I can't let this ruin my life, she was filled with regrets. But I can't let this ruin my life, she told herself, knowing that she must fight against the terrible depression, the awful guilt that seemed to cover like a shroud. I'll ruin my life.
She struggled to her feet, feeling weak and dizzy from her emotional turmoil, and threw on her white terrycloth bathrobe. Then, feeling just a little bit better, she went into the kitchen and began to prepare a cup of coffee. It was perhaps the first time in her life she had awoken after dark, and though it was because of her hours at work it served to heighten her feeling of decadence and disgrace, to be waking after dark, to be making coffee in her bathrobe at seven o'clock at night.
When it was brewed she took it into the living room with her and turned on the television, and for awhile she was able to disappear into the mindless comfort of the evening situation comedies. But she knew that she couldn't hide there forever, much as she would have liked to, because the time had slipped quickly as the saccharine amusements passed continually before her eyes until it was ten o'clock ... Oh God! It was late ... so late! She would have barely enough time to shower before returning to the hospital for her second day of work.
The anxious young blonde clicked off the television dial and raced to the bathroom, turning on the hot water full steam. When she stepped beneath it, she let out a little scream. Oh God! It was scalding ... absolutely scalding.! She fumbled for the cold water tap, adjusting it until the temperature was right, stood beneath the now-tepid spray for a moment, and then stepped out to dry herself and dress as quickly as she could.
She found her purse and started for the door then, casting another glance around the apartment, she wished with all her heart that she could stay home tonight, that she could avoid the agony of having to see young Danny Phelps again. My God! What if he had told somebody? What if he had talked!? She felt her face flush with color at the thought of what humiliation that would be. But Christie knew that she could not stay home from work, knew she had to go back to the hospital tonight, that there was no way she could just hide in her apartment and pretend that none of it had happened. And so at last, she whirled around, her heart beating wildly, and raced out the door.
* * *
An hour later she found herself once again seated in the little nurse's room in the dark quiet corridor of the hospital. As she sat alone in the room she realized her body was almost shaking with nerves and she took a deep breath trying to control the sudden trembling of her hands. And then she remembered the bottle of brandy hidden away in the drawer. Quickly she got up and looked for it-Oh, thank god it was still there! Without even bothering to make a cup of coffee for herself this time, she took a swig from the bottle, feeling the soothing effects of the alcohol almost immediately. She returned the bottle to its hiding place. Oh God, she prayed, let me get through this night.
She sat down at the desk and looked at the list before her of patients on the floor and their needs for the night. She read down the list, her heart pounding lest there be some reason she would have to go to Danny Phelps' room-but she could not find his name. She read down the list again! His name was gone! Finally she checked the list of patients who had been released and there it was ... Daniel Phelps.
Christie began to laugh out loud in pure relief. He was gone ... he was gone ... she would not have to see him again ... no one would know what she had done. It was as if she had been able to erase what had happened the night before. She was like a condemned man receiving a pardon at the last minute.
Her terror was swept away like a fever which has at last broken-and things were normal again. Life was worth living, after all! Nevertheless, she resolved that she would never again get involved with a young patient.
Christie worked the night shift for two weeks and then was transferred to the day. She preferred working days because it meant more contact with the patients, and it meant using her nursing skills for the greatest satisfaction. Nursing was a fulfilling career, as she had known it would be, and after awhile, the strange memories of her tryst with the young patient had all but faded from her mind. She set about her work cheerfully, feeling that life was beautiful, and each day she grew more and more relaxed with the young patients in her charge. She joked with them and laughed, and found small and subtle ways to make their stay at the hospital more pleasant.
At home in the evenings, she would watch television or read a book. She had been asked out by several doctors, but she wanted to take her time and be careful of her reputation, so she had not yet accepted a date with any of them. If the truth be known, there was no one on the staff who really attracted her ... no one had appealed to her at all since Danny Phelps had been discharged. But she did not let herself think of that too often anymore. It had been a mistake, and it was past. She had made friends with several nurses, and sometimes she would go out to a movie with one of them, or to dinner, or for a drink on Union Street after work.
One evening, she was watching television and giving herself a manicure, and she found her mind wandering to that night with Danny Phelps. But quickly she pushed the thoughts from her mind and let him fade and slip away replacing him with thoughts of something else, almost the way one switches a television dial from program to program.
Yet somehow, even though she was disciplined enough not to dwell on unwanted thoughts, she felt oddly restless. She picked up the copy of the Chronicle she had bought that afternoon and turned to the movie listings. King Kong, the new Dino de Laurentiis version, was playing at Ghiradelli Square. There was a show at eight. She glanced at the clock. It was only seven fifteen. She could still make it.
She got up from the couch and walked into the bathroom to check herself in the mirror. A few fresh touches to her makeup and she was pleased with what she saw. She looked calm and cool and collected-and as lovely as she ever had. Her face was still fresh and un-lined, and her blonde hair hung to her shoulders, brushed to a glossy perfection and framing her face as if it were a painting. She relaxed with a little sigh of pleasure at the sight and then grabbed her coat and left the house.
She arrived at the theater fifteen minutes before the film was scheduled to begin, and there was a long, long line. Christie almost regretted her decision to see the film, but found herself walking to the end of the line to wait.
And then she saw him ... strolling down the street and coming right toward her. It was him-it was Danny Phelps!
She prayed he wouldn't see her as he sauntered down the street, and she was just about to turn her head toward the building and away from him, but it was already too late. He had seen her! He stopped in front of her and looked directly into her eyes.
"Hi, Nurse Wilson," he said. "How are you?"
Christie was certain that her face was scarlet, certain that the people in front of her in line had noticed her utter chagrin. "Oh God!" she murmured, why had she come here ... why? Why hadn't she just stayed at home and watched television? Why ... why ...? There was no answer to such a ridiculous question, no solution to her predicament but a pleasant smile and a polite refusal. "Well, hello, Danny ... How ... how have you ... been?"
The young boy was about to answer when suddenly a theater employee was passing them, saying...."This line for ticket holders only ... this line for ticket holders only...."
"Oh dear...." Christie caught the employee's eye...."Where do I get a ticket...."
"Sorry lady," he answered ... "No more tickets for this show."
"Say," Danny piped up, seeing her disappointment and confusion...."Why don't you have a cup of coffee with me ... there's a little shop just down the street we could go to."
"Oh ... No ... no thank you, Danny. It ... it's very kind of you ... but no ... no thanks."
"Aw, come on, Nurse Wilson. It'll be better than this dumb old movie anyway."
"No thanks, Danny, really."
"Why not?"
"I just have to get back...."
"Yeah? Why?"
"I just have to," Christie said nervously. "Is there anything wrong, Nurse Wilson? "Nothing," Christie said hastily. "Nothing at all."
"Come on then, let me buy you a cup of coffee."
"Oh, dear ... it will keep me up all night."
"Well ... have some hot chocolate then...."
"No thank you, Danny."
"Please, nurse Wilson ... I'd really like you to."
Christie shrugged. Would it really make so much difference if she sat in a coffee shop for a few minutes with Danny? That was all she was going to do, wasn't it?
Of course it was, she told herself as she walked with him from the theater to the coffee shop in Ghiradelli Square. She sat across from him in a booth and the waitress arrived with menus almost immediately.
"I'll just have a hot chocolate," she said.
Danny refused the menu as well. "And I'll have a banana split please," he grinned.
Their order arrived in a few moments and as she sipped the sweet hot cocoa, Christie found herself relaxing a little, found herself listening to the pleasant conversation Danny was making, found herself enjoying his nearness. Nothing was going to happen, she promised! Nothing! Not this time.
It was almost fun, just enjoying the normal relationship between a young woman and a teenage boy. If that was all it was, it certainly wouldn't hurt to enjoy his pleasant company.
But when the sundae had disappeared and the cocoa was long gone, and she stubbed out her last cigarette, she knew it was time to go. "Well ... thank you Danny ... but I've really got to be getting home now," she said.
"Say," the young boy said. "Do you have a car by any chance. I'm still too young to drive, and I'd sure appreciate a ride home...."
Christie instinctively wanted to say no, and to end everything here and now, but how could she do that ... how could she get in her car and drive away and leave a young boy to make his own way home at night?
"Sure ... " she answered, her voice only a bit hesitant. "Sure I'll drive you home."
"Where do you live?" she asked, as he slid into the front seat beside her.
"On Fourteenth Avenue ... It's way over on the other side of the park...."
"Well, you just give me directions then ... I still don't know the city that well ... I haven't been here much more than a month you know."
"Sure...."
With young Danny giving her directions, she found herself driving through San Francisco to Fulton Street where she turned into the park. It was very dark in the park and she felt as she drove down the dark winding roads like a little girl lost in the woods ... Following Danny's directions they seemed to be going around and around in circles ... Finally she asked him: "Danny, are you sure this is the right way out of the park?"
They were on a small road now, surrounded on both sides by eucalyptus trees gently swaying with the breeze. "Urn ... you'd better stop a minute till I get my bearings," the young boy answered. " ... maybe we are a little lost ... you see ... I don't drive and it ... it's different when you're walking."
Christie pulled the car to the side of the road and turned off the engine .and the lights. "Okay," she said. "Now how do we get out of here."
"Let me think a minute," he said, and they both sat there in silence, the soothing sound of the trees under the black, star studded sky suddenly reached them, touched them, caressed them, and their bodies began to relax. Christie had to admit there was something wonderful about being in the deserted park alone with Danny this way, and suddenly Christie didn't want it to end.
"Well," she heard Danny say, "I know where we are ... I think ... we can get going now."
"Wait a few minutes will you Danny." Christie heard her own words and wondered what on earth had prompted them. Whatever it was, she was glad that she had said them. They would sit here for a few minutes and then she would take young Danny back home and that would be the end of nothing more than a pleasant innocuous evening.
She leaned back against the seat, breathing in the fresh cool air. It was good to be in Golden Gate Park, she thought, at night, alone with Danny. And for the hundredth time she was struck by his resemblance to her mother's young brother, her Uncle Eddie. But tonight she would manage to ignore that, she vowed. And yet....
Her body quivered slightly with the intensity of her remembered feelings and then she felt the faintest flicker of excitement stir in her blood. That was all right, she told herself. It was even good, since she could control it.
But the excitement increased, little by little and hardly knowing what she was doing, Christie inched closer to young Danny Phelps. Once again she felt it growing, and once again she assured herself that nothing would happen this time ... nothing at all. Casually, almost carelessly, she let her hand drop to the boy's shoulder, then ran it across half-teasingly.
Danny's sudden start of surprised pleasure made the lovely blonde nurse's body tingle with suppressed excitement. There was a warmth spreading through her now, a warmth that seemed to start at the very center of her being and spread out over her until she trembled again. And then she felt just a hint of moisture between her legs that made her suck in her breath. Oh God! She hadn't wanted it this way at all! She'd only wanted to look at the boy, to be near him-to be his friend! And now! Oh God, she knew she couldn't stop now. She would never let him fuck her the way she had that other night-never that! But now she felt a terrible urge to stroke his muscled young body, to run her hands down over his hips, even to slip them beneath his tight jeans and take his slenderly youthful cock in them.
"Danny," she whispered in his ear, almost beside herself with her longing. "Danny ... I want to ... to...."
The boy glanced quickly at her and a slow and lustful grin spread across his face. "I want ya to...." he said lasciviously. And then he leaned back against the seat himself and slowly and obscenely pulled down the zipper on his fly. He nodded at the nurse. "Go ahead," he said.
She closed her eyes, shuddering. How had he known? Dear God! How had he known? But she had no time to ponder the question and eagerly reached out to him, slipping her hands beneath the cotton fabric of his jockey underpants and maneuvering his already rigid young penis out into the air. She opened her eyes and looked down at his lewdly throbbing member. And then she began to stroke it while her own blood exploded into flames that enveloped her completely.
"Oh God!" she breathed and swiftly bent her head down. She stifled a moan and a little quiver of passion shot through her aching loins. And then she parted her lips only to close them over the rigidly throbbing shaft of young Danny's penis. She felt him trembling now, answering her own excitement and then she swirled her tongue around the hard shaft of flesh. "Do you like that?" she asked Danny. "Do you?"
Jesus! Did he like it? Christ, he'd thought about things like this sometimes, in his wild fantasies, while he was stroking his cock himself, not believing it could ever happen and certainly never believing it would happen in this way. Why nurse Wilson was practically raping him, he thought. And Christ, it felt good!
"Do you?" the lust-crazed woman whispered again, now demanding an answer.
"Crap, yes! Yes, Nurse Wilson. I like it more than anything!"
He sucked in his breath as Christie's tongue swirled wildly again around the desire-swollen shaft of his slender penis until the tip of it found the tiny glans opening and flicked against the moistened slit while Danny moaned out his ecstasy on the front car seat. Almost maddened by the lewd sensations that engulfed him, the boy reached out to Christie, tangling his hands in her long blonde hair, pulling her face closer into his hungering loins. And then he began to move his hips up against her face, thrusting up until his eagerly throbbing penis sank deep into the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
For a moment Christie thought she would choke as the rigid rod of youthful male flesh brushed against the back of her throat. She began to gasp for breath, yet reveled even more in her wanton pleasure, enjoying the suffering she was being subjected to. In response to it she began to suck in earnest, her moist lips ovaled wide, her cheeks hollowing and expanding. She was rewarded by the boy's more and more violent thrusts as he drove his palpitating cock harder and deeper up into her welcoming mouth.
The youngster's groans of pleasure were answered by her own sputtered murmurs and mewls, and Christie knew that nothing could still the tingling ache between her legs but young Danny's hotly exploring fingers. Still sucking in wanton abandon, she took one of his hands in hers, guiding it down beneath her skirt. "I want you to put your hand there," she said hoarsely. "Down there, Danny. Between my legs ... I want you to touch my pussy the way you did the last time."
Jesus, Danny thought, remembering the way he'd finger-fucked the nurse before. Here she was begging for it! He trailed his fingers along the soft white flesh of her thighs, then let his other hand rove over her body. Then he grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, then slid one hand beneath the narrow waistband of her panties while the other inched up along her thigh to slip beneath the tight elastic band at her leg, grazing the soft strands of dark hair that curled over the little mound there, moving his hand along the narrow slit of her now wildly throbbing cunt, listening to Christie's quick, short breaths that signaled her excitement to him, adding fuel to the fires that burned deep in his undulating young pelvis.
A shudder passed through Christie's vulnerable body at the shame and degradation she was being subjected to-Oh, dear God!
Could anything be more depraved?-and then she moaned with masochistic pleasure. This was the way she wanted to be fucked-this lewd, perverted way with a boy years younger than she. She would submit to him completely, wallowing like an animal in her utter subjugation. For a moment her thoughts went back to her Uncle Eddie, and then she brushed them aside, too caught up in the excitement of the moment to know more than the carnal pleasure that flooded her entire body.
The orally impaled nurse sucked even more greedily at her former patient's throbbing penis, swirling her tongue around its hot slender length in her maddened desire. And then she felt his finger teasing at the tiny bud of her clitoris, coaxing it into a rigidity that quivered with need beneath his obscenely stroking fingers, sending new thrills of delight streaking through he lustfully straining body.
Completely lost in her passion, she swayed wildly on the car seat, her buttocks quivering, her whole body moving to meet the boy's lunges deep into her mouth. She felt his fingertip teasing at the small glistening opening between her legs, felt it ease into her sensitive cuntal orifice then begin to match her own sucking rhythm as he sawed in deep, withdrew, and then sawed in again.
She squirmed back and forth on his finger while the flames that threatened to consume her burned more brightly, more cruelly. Her whole body ached and tingled with her desires, her blood seethed and boiled. Christie felt the young adolescent responding to her, his own excitement as great as hers, his desires just as overwhelming. She slipped her hands beneath the soft spheres of his bloated balls, stroking them insanely, knowing that his hot adolescent cum waiting there would spurt forth in an instant to fulfill her depraved longings.
The lewdly undulating mouth of the impassioned nurse sucked voraciously, wantonly, oblivious to all else. She felt her warm vaginal secretions begin to seep down around the boy's rapidly pistoning finger as she approached her climax. She increased the gyrations of her rhythmically lurching buttocks, moving back and forth on the boy's extended finger until she could no longer contain her joy. She was cumming, she thought-oh, dear God, cumming!
The abandoned nurse's lips encircled the young boy's throbbing cock more tightly and then she felt the ripple of Danny's sheer ecstasy that made him groan and thrust deeper into her mouth, his whole body trembling wildly. Now she tasted the first few drips of the warm thick cum that spurted forth to spew into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily, licking up every drop of his precious teenage sperm with the tip of her tongue, which circled and laved his twitching cock head.
As she did so, Danny continued to finger fuck his impassioned teacher with an expertise that belied his years, the tip of his slender finger spearing deep inside her clasping cuntal passage to send new waves of excitement rolling across her completely submissive and subjugated body. Together the two rose to new heights of ecstasy, their bodies quivering in close contact, every nerve-ending tingling.
There was a long final shudder of joy, then, that rippled through each of them in turn before they subsided in exhausted pleasure against the seat of the car. Christie heard Danny sigh deeply and answered that, too, with her own sigh.
* * *
A short while later she drove Danny home, dropping him a block from where he lived. But she sat in the car and watched the handsome youth walk down the street, then saw him disappear inside the door of his house. She drove by the house very, very slowly then, and saw, through the window, Danny's mother, sitting in the living room darning a pair of socks, and a sharp pang of guilt stabbed Christie in her heart.
CHAPTER SIX
It was two days later that Christie, walking down the white marble steps of the main entrance of the hospital saw him again. Her first reaction was panic ... least someone see the two of them together and recognize Danny as a former patient at the hospital.
He joined her as she began walking along the street, and she quickly turned the corner, out of the sightline of anyone else leaving the hospital.
"Hey, you running away from me, Nurse Wilson...?" he asked, having no problem catching up to her with his long-legged stride.
And Christie knew ... as she had known since the night in the car, that she was now powerless to resist him. .
"Of course not," she said, but still not wanting to be seen with him in public so close to the hospital, she turned to him and said: "Come see me tonight," and then quickly she scribbled her address on a piece of paper and handed it to the boy.
"How's eight o'clock...." he asked, as if to stretch out the time they would be together here in the street, as if to increase her discomfort. His eyes roved lewdly over her while a little sadistic smile of cruelty stretched across his youthful lips. Christie sucked in her breath, knowing without doubt that she was completely at the boy's mercy. He had subjugated her before and now he insisted, even in this merely symbolic way, that she submit to him! Well, so be it. She knew, deep within her, that there was nothing more she wanted, nothing more she craved than this perverted relationship with the teenage boy.
"Yes, Danny," she murmured, "that's fine."
"See ya babe," he said lightly, and with a wave of his hand, he turned and walked back down the street.
Christie felt a flush of shame and humiliation engulf her, turning her face bright red. Rut it excited her almost as much as anything she had ever known at the same time. It was wonderful, she thought, to be called "babe" by the handsome youngster.
Waiting for him that evening, Christie's nerves were on edge. In spite of her passion for the young boy, she had moments of self recrimination, as well as of fear. This was so wrong, she told herself. She had corrupted the boy-there were even times when she thought of herself as a child molester. And certainly the rest of the world would see her as such. Oh, dear God! What if someone were to learn about her torrid affair? What then? She shuddered, merely thinking of the consequences. She could lose her job, be blacklisted from other hospitals-her whole life ruined! God, they might even have grounds to send her to jail!
But no one would ever learn, she assured herself. She would certainly never tell anyone. And Danny-surely Danny would never tell, either. She relaxed a little, feeling more secure.
Yet she found that her knees were trembling when the doorbell rang at last-Danny was a few minutes late-and she went to let him in. The very sight of him standing there before her sent little thrills through her and she said huskily, "Come on in, Danny. It's good to see you ...."
The boy stepped inside and followed her into the living room. "Won't you sit down?" she asked. She wondered how he would act tonight-would they chat for a while and then begin to pet, tentatively at first, casually-discretely even? Christie's eyes widened. No matter how they began, she knew how it would end. Danny would fuck her half silly, spearing his slender young penis into her welcoming cunt as she lay groaning beneath him, bucking and twisting ecstatically. Her stomach seemed to tighten at the thought.
"Won't you sit down?" she asked again, waiting for Danny to speak, to move. But the boy made no response.
They stood facing one another for a long exciting moment. Then, suddenly, Danny grasped her by the shoulders, his young hands digging into her flesh until she winced with pain. He pulled her closer, crushing her breasts against his developing chest, and then his hands roved down her back to roam across the soft cheeks of her undulating buttocks.
Oh God! Christie thought. I have to have him! Right or wrong-good or bad-I have to have him! She was trembling now with the lust that she could not control, responding to his caressing hands, reveling in her perverted pleasure. Almost involuntarily, she pressed her full lips down to his and her tongue flicked out in a long wet kiss. She glanced down quickly and saw the lewd bulge in the front of his pants, and then her hand inched down them until she found his lurching cock beneath it. She began to stroke it lewdly, sensuously. A wild excitement flowed through her body and she hastily unzipped his fly and inserted her hand beneath his jeans. She took his slender but rigid member in her hand and then trailed a fingernail across the sensitive underside until the boy gasped.
"Oh, Jesus! Jesus, Nurse Wilson!"
She was breathing hard now, waiting for the ecstatic moment when the boy would slip his hand beneath her sheer yellow blouse, slip it beneath the skimpy lace brassiere she wore and knead her soft white breasts to tease and coax her nipples into hard and throbbing little buds of desire. But suddenly the boy stepped away, and there was again the hint of cruelty on his face she had seen there before. "What do you want me to do?" she asked.
Christie shook her head. Why did he have to do this to her? He knew what she wanted. Why did he have to do this?
But she knew the answer as well as he did. He wanted to humiliate her, to shame her, to bend her to his will. Her face turned scarlet at the idea of groveling before him and yet the idea thrilled her too. She took a deep breath and then murmured. "Fuck me, Danny. That's what I want you to do."
"That's just exactly what I want to do," Danny said.
The young teenager stepped away from her, playing her game now, and twitching his lips in a leer that was utterly incongruous with his age. And then he ordered: "Go into the bedroom."
"Yes, Danny." She was docile as a kitten now, almost purring as she spoke. She turned and started across the room, but Danny, following close behind her, caught her and pulled her back toward him, grinding his hard young penis into the crevice between her round firm ass-cheeks.
In a moment he released her, ordering again, "Get into the bedroom." Jesus, his penis was raging now, his loins aching with his own need to fuck this woman who had been his nurse. But he would make her crawl first, he decided-it would be better that way. He wanted to feel even more this thrilling sense of power he was beginning to understand he had over her.
Christie stood before him trembling now, her eyes wide with mingled lust and apprehension. She breathed heavily again, praying that he would unbutton her blouse and slip it off her shoulders, that he would unhook her brassiere and let it fall to the floor.
Danny knew that his now-docile nurse wanted him to do that, but young as he was, the boy understood that the lovely blonde would be even more aroused if he refused to accede to her wishes. He licked his lips, then ordered: "Get undressed!"
"Get undressed?" Christie seemed not to understand.
"Yeah. Get undressed. Take your clothes off."
The trembling nurse nodded. "Yes," she said. "Yes, Danny."
She began slowly to unbutton her blouse, then heard Danny's voice, cutting as a whip. "And make it quick!"
Her stomach was churning with her excitement, fed by Danny's unreasonable but thrilling demands. She would do anything for him, anything! Quickly she stripped off her blouse and then her brassiere, tossing both onto a chair near the foot of the bed. She stood quivering then, her full round breasts throbbing at the cool air that blew across them.
"Take off the rest," he growled. "Your panties. Take them off, too."
The trembling blonde hurriedly pulled the scanty nylon down over her firm smooth thighs, then the length of her shapely legs, stepped out of them, and then kicked them aside. She stood before the boy, her voluptuous naked body exposed to his lewd teenage gaze. Cringing with shame she waited for his next command. But it was a long time before he ordered, "Turn around."
She shivered fearfully. Oh God! The thought of what she was doing-standing there naked before her young former patient while he stared lasciviously at her-merely heaped further indignities on her. And yet she welcomed them. She vv el corned them!
She felt his eyes boring into her, felt them on her almost like hands stroking her quivering ass-cheeks, running the length of the narrow crevice between them, even teasing the tiny puckered circle of her anus.
When the degrading inspection was over, shaking with relief, Christie heard Danny bark: "Get on the bed!" she did as she was told, dropping to it quickly, then turning over to lie outstretched atop the mattress.
She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them she saw that Danny was stripping off his clothes just as hastily as she had herself. And then he too dropped to the bed, kneeling over her now, his legs straddling her thighs. Tell me what you want me to do to you," he whispered hoarsely.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me."
The young teenage boy leaned forward, grasping the two snowy peaks of her breasts in both hands, and began to squeeze and knead them so brutally that Christie whimpered with pain. But there was immense pleasure in it too, a pleasure she had hardly dared to imagine before. Scarcely knowing what she was doing, she caught Danny's tangled hair between her fingers and guided his head down the length of her now taut and tingling body to the softly curling strands of blonde hair between her thighs.
Writhing beneath him she spread her legs apart, pulling Danny's head close until the pink hair-lined slit of her pulsating cunt was only inches from his youthful lips. "Do it, Danny," she whispered. "Oh God! Do it!"
This time she needed to say no more. Danny placed his hand on the moistly throbbing edges of the nurse's cunt, levering her thighs wide until the full length of her narrow vaginal furrow was exposed to his eyes, until even the small and quivering bud of her clitoris was visible. His tongue flicked out, lizard-like, and whipped its way in, darting deep into her hotly pulsating vagina.
Christie began to rotate her hips slowly and sensually gasping with sexual hunger for this student who reminded her of her dear Uncle Eddie, and then she pressed her needing pussy up closer to Danny's lewdly grinning face. She moaned in a low passionate voice as the adolescent's tongue slipped away from her clasping vaginal walls and then licked teasingly at the crevice of her moist warm slit, flicking his tongue back and forth maddening against the tender button of her little clitoris, coaxing it into an urgently pulsing hardness.
The young woman needed no prompting now. "Fuck me Danny," she implored him, her voice breathless with her need to feel his slender young penis deep inside her. "Fuck me."
He waited only long enough to flick his tongue once more against her erectly quivering clitoris, then inched his body forward above her. When his eagerly swollen cock was poised directly over her throbbing vagina, he arched forward and the glistening tip of his adolescent penis pressed tentatively at the small tight entrance to her loins. She felt the exquisite and almost unbearable pleasure he awakened in her as his rigid flesh brushed its way in between her soft cuntal hair. And then suddenly he thrust his stiffly aching member up into the welcoming depths of her lust-tortured pussy.
Christie groaned with renewed excitement, with a lewd anticipation she had never imagined possible. He probed deeper into her narrow cuntal channel, pushing into the warm anal wet passage hidden deep within her belly. Her face bathed in perspiration, she guided his eager hands between her two firmly rounded ass-cheeks, toward the tiny hole hidden there. Danny found the gently flexing anal orifice, already moist from the dampness seeping from the nurse's hot wet cunt.
He probed at the tight little nether entrance, and then with a sudden swift movement, wormed his middle finger deep into the clasping wet opening without stopping. Christie gasped with pain as the tight little ring of her anal flesh gave way, popping open to suck his finger inside to the first knuckle. As the pain ebbed and pleasure replaced it, she ground her buttocks back hard onto his lewdly imbedded finger, as Danny's swollen young cock thrust deep into her hungry vagina, sending wave after wave of pure licentious pleasure coursing through her shuddering body. With his finger and his lust-engorged penis moving in unison, Danny began to thrust rhythmically in and out, his passion growing while the ecstatic young woman thrashed beneath him in wanton delight.
Every nerve in her body seemed to tingle now as Danny quickened his strokes, spearing in and out of her obscenely skewered orifices with the force of his youth, his tender balls slapping against the widespread moons of her ass-cheeks. She felt the warm vaginal moisture seep down from her throbbing passage onto her straining buttocks as she approached the climax she wanted so desperately. Moaning ecstatically, beyond all thought and reason now, knowing only the lust' that permeated every cell of her body, she pressed her open mouth wetly to the teenager's lips.
Danny felt his hot sperm churning unbearably within his swollen testicles, felt the moment of seminal explosion nearing.
"Look out, nurse Wilson, here it comes! Here it comes!" he moaned against her crushing lips as his eager young cum spurted forth to fill the warmly greedy cuntal passage of the pretty nurse. With an animal-like moan, he spurted all of it into her hotly sucking vaginal depths, his cock jerking and twitching madly until at last his teenage balls were drained. Then he collapsed over Christie Wilson's still quivering body as she moaned out the finish of her own violent climax.
She lay beneath him, limp with exhaustion. And then, suddenly, the doorbell rang. Christie threw on her robe and went to answer it, closing the bedroom door behind her, lest someone see the young boy in her bedroom. What she didn't notice was the complacent smile on Danny's face at the sound of the door.
"Who is it?" she called out as she walked to the door. The answer was muffled and she could not hear it. So she opened the door a crack to look out, and suddenly, two teenage boys had pushed their way past her and entered the apartment.
"W-what ... who are you ... what are you doing ...?" Christie was aware she had an hysterical tone in her voice. And then suddenly she heard a voice behind her.
"Hey Rick ... hey Lance, man ... how ya doin'?"
"You ... you know these boys?" Christie was horrified as the situation began to grow clearer to her. Danny had given these boys her address, had told them and they knew what had happened between them.
"Don't you like parties, nurse Wilson?" he asked.
Abruptly she buried her face in her hands, bursting into tears. "Oh God, Danny," she sobbed. "How could you? How could you?" She looked at him, amazed at the betrayal the young boy was capable of. A few minutes earlier, Danny had been acting like a man, and now he was sneering like a juvenile delinquent. And these boys standing there-Rick and Lance-had their eyes riveted to the voluptuous contours of her body.
"Get out of here ... get out of here, all of you!" she screamed, almost in hysterics.
"Hey, what kind of hospitality is that?" Rick said.
But the youth named Lance took a different tack. "Aw, you guys, can't you see the lady's uncomfortable." Then he turned to her and she felt a gentle touch across her shoulders, comforting her. She turned to see that Lance was caressing her and she was grateful to him for his tenderness. Sne turned to press her race against his quivering young body, feeling safer than she had a moment ago.
But the boy's stroking continued, becoming more and more urgent, and then at last he ran one hand down over Christie's breast beneath her white terrycloth robe.
She looked up at him quickly, feeling betrayed once more. They had come here to use her and his kindness was just a ploy! She shrank away from the boy, but he reached out to grasp her still more tightly, holding her close. And then he began to tease at one quivering nipple with his fingers, rolling it between his forefinger and thumb, speaking softly to her as he did so.
Christie sat perfectly still as the realization sank in that this was by no means a mere child caressing and comforting her. This was a boy as adult in his ways as any grown and experienced man-far more sophisticated than she had imagined possible. He knew what he wanted-and what he wanted was Christie. And she had no doubt that he knew how to get it too.
The idea of being defiled once again sent new and even more depraved thrills through the young nurse. Her breasts throbbed and it seemed that every nerve in her body tingled with a new electric charge of excitement. She wanted Lance to go on, wanted him just as much as she had earlier wanted Danny. She sank down onto the soft carpet, as the boy sank down with her, never stopping the gentle touch of his fingers across her white trembling breasts. Again, he took her two nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling them about painfully yet pleasurably, and one more time it seemed that little fires were lit in her blood, sending their small flames shooting through her veins.
And then the fire spread-spread to the tips of her fingers and down through her quivering thighs and legs, to the very center of her newly aroused body until it raged beyond control.
Her need for this young boy had become unbearable and she moaned in her anguish, crying out to him. But it was the other youth, Rick, who stepped forward then, who began to stroke her naked belly in answer to her anguished demand, who trailed his moist tongue down the white flesh of it, stopping for a moment to swirl it around the soft indentations of her navel.
Christie knew that she must have both boys then-that nothing else would satisfy her-and she held her hands out to the two of them. She waited for them to take them, to signal that they, too, would soon possess her. She wondered what else she must do, what she must say. And then she knew that words were needless. Their ages were different, yet their feelings were the same. It was hard to understand, but was it necessary to? Couldn't she just accept that fact?
Of course, she could! She sighed and stirred slightly, wondering if she should speak to them, telling them what she wanted. But that wasn't necessary either. She heard the rustle of clothing and knew that both boys were stripping, that they were now as naked as she was. She closed her eyes, sighing again.
The young nurse felt something hard, firm and warm brushing against her mouth, and knew that it must be young Lance's blood-hardened penis, the head swollen, the shaft stiff as iron, pressing against her still moistly glistening mouth.
Parting her lips, she ovaled them around the boy's lustfully throbbing cock. As the eager young rod of flesh sank deep within the heated wetness of her mouth, she began swirling her tongue around and around the rigid member, around and around the soft bulbous tip while she tasted the first thick drops of the boy's cum that oozed prematurely from the small glans.
Oh God! It was so good, lying on the bed, sucking Lance's eager young penis! And it was so good to feel Rick's nearness as he hovered over her-hadn't Danny done the same thing in just the same way?-his cock jutting out from his eager young pelvis, ready to double-to triple-her lustful pleasure, to multiply it infinitely-all of them so much like the knowledgeable young uncle.
Christie reached her hand out to trace a wavering pattern across Rick's back, taunting and inflaming the panting teenager to further passion. And then at last she felt his quickened young penis pressing at the still moist opening of her vagina, the edges still soaked and dripping from young Danny's warm wet cum. Rick probed gently, prodding teasingly, and then his hand slipped down to her narrow cuntal slit and he drew one long finger the entire quivering length of it. Like Danny, he found the tiny bud of her quivering clitoris and plucked at it wantonly, sparking new excitement in Christie's tautly accepting body. She arched up, whimpering softly. And then she ovaled her mouth again around Lance's hard young cock that speared deep between her lips, and sucked greedily at the bloated head while she began to thrust her loins up against Rick's teasing finger that sent new chills of pleasure shooting through her.
Christie was beyond all reason now, beyond everything but the depraved ecstasy of the moment and her utter degradation at the hands of her students. A thought drifted idly through her mind, like a single cloud in a summer sky, and she wondered if there was any end to the depravity she would submit to, any end to her own evil. But the thought drifted away and she knew nothing but the wild joy of being ravished by these two new young boys.
The lustful nurse arched up again, thrusting her pelvis hard against Rick's throbbing cock, and she felt the tight small opening of her cuntal passage give way against his rigid cock-flesh as he slid deep up inside her. Impaled on his slender young cock, she let her legs splay open wide, clasping them tight around his youthful hips as he began to saw in and out in long smooth strokes, setting her wildly throbbing vagina afire. His hands roved boldly over her naked body, his fingers leaving trails of burning excitement behind them. All the while Christie sucked more and more greedily on Lance's cock which speared in and out of her warm wet mouth in perfect rhythm with the other boy's cock fucking deep into her vagina. A moan of sheer joy escaped the nurse and her full sensuous breasts heaved and quivered as Rick dropped his head down to one soft mound, his tongue flicking out to lave the throbbing pink nipple.
Still sucking voraciously on Lance's stiff and eager penis, Christie nevertheless managed to pull Rick's head forward and to tangle her hands through his hair. Sensing her need, he fastened his lips over the small bud of her erect little nipple and began to suck on it, his cheeks hollowing and expanding just as her mouth did, as it held Lance's penis buried so deeply in the warm oral depths of the lovely young nurse.
It was Lance's turn to move closer to the frenzied blonde, tangling his own hands in her golden hair, pulling her face tighter into his wildly gyrating pelvis. The lewd excitement that had coursed through her before seemed to mount-to grow-and Christie knew it would be only a moment before she exploded.
Lance's cock was twitching wildly now and Christie felt the first warm drops of his long pent-up sperm that spurted the length of his penis to spill forth into her openly suctioning mouth. She whimpered as she tasted the thick heady fluid of his passion, then gulped it down swallowing it quickly. Finally, feeling deeply sated, Lance rolled over on his back on the rug beside her.
Oh God! Christie thought. This was too wonderful to believe. Her entire body was flowering into a great open cavern that had to be filled, that had to be gorged and stuffed with hot young flesh. Nothing else mattered now-not fear, not principles, not humiliation; just the crawling reality of the flicking tongue that had crawled in between the hot steaming vaginal furrow down between her wide held thighs.
"Ohhhhh, yessss, suck my cunt like that! Suck it hard, my little darling! Ahhhhh!" she squealed, splaying her legs wider and wider to give young Rick greater access.
The lust-incited boy could stand it no longer. "Holy shit! I'm going to fuck the nurse now!" He began to trace tiny round wet circles up over her body, moving forward over her flesh, licking at her navel and breasts and cheeks, his hot moist saliva soaking her skin. She rotated her passion twisted face around, searching with her open mouth for his tender young lips. She found them and sucked his tongue deep into her throat with a low animal groan. His saliva flowed into her in unimpeded torrents, and she swallowed greedily, mewling for more.
Her loins ground frantically up off the rug below, searching with her hot gaping pussy for his hard virile penis that was going to rip deliciously into her hungry belly. The passion aroused boys gathered around them as Rick's throbbing cock-head found her excitedly pulsating pussy opening. They watched with grinning, eager faces as it jostled for a moment against her pink ragged edges of flesh, insinuating itself gently between her moistly parted cuntal lips. Then, with a flick of his hips, the grinning adolescent forced his blood filled tip brutally into the throbbing opening of her hair-lined cunt, stretching her resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
Christie threw her head wildly to the side and sighed delightedly. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
His hardened penis sunk a delicious inch, the struggling woman trying desperately to jerk her hips up and absorb more of the punishing impalement up inside her wildly aroused belly. Rick levered up on his hands in the push up position. He flicked again, his grin widening, and his relentless hardness slid inside another searing inch.
"Mmmmmmm!"
Another taunting inch "Uhhhhhh!"
Hot panting breaths' coursed over her naked sweating body as the other two boys crowded in closer. Their youthful features hung within inches of her straining nudity, watching hypnotically as the writhing nurse was being fucked like a fresh virgin by their teenage buddy. Christie was dimly aware of the leering boys kneading hotly at her breasts, their fingers and hands teasing over every part of her flesh until it felt as though she were covered with tiny crawling animals. The room had become to her like a giant octopus with thousands of grasping tentacles reaching out obscenely to crush her into helplessness.
"Ohhhh ... Oh, Goddddd, ohhhhh...." She moaned hysterically, tears gushing from her open but unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling response only incited the immature excitement of young Rick, and he lunged down upon her thrusting his virile young penis deep into her tight resisting passage. Christie jerked convulsively as the slender pulsing cock raced into her belly, pushing great ripples of pink soft flesh in rolling waves before it. It was an uncontrollable monster crawling around inside her, filling her every crevice and pushing her inner organs into the tiny tight balls that could not breathe or move. It felt to her as if it was coming out of her throat, curling around her shoulders and neck to crush her life away, ripping her soul from her body and devouring her in great fires of depraved sensuality.
"Ahhhhhh!" her lips breathed in welcome relief.
Rick flexed his imbedded cock-head, bringing a deep mewl from her lips, her teeth reclenching. He flexed again-another moan-a lesser moan, as her now hotly clasping cuntal passage grew accustomed to the young boy's shaft. Then he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his virile cock tightly into her naked loins, expanding the still cringing walls of her vagina until she wanted to beg for more. Dear God, he was torturing her beyond all endurance!
"Fuck me, Rick ... Ohhhh, for God's sake stop teasing me and fuck!" She moaned in rapturous craving. "Ohhhh, fuck me hard, you little bastard!"
The other two boys unbelieving eyes peered lustfully within inches of the buried boyish prick, amazed at how the tight moist little hole they had seen before was capable of swallowing so much hardened flesh. From both sides of the mat hands rubbed lewdly over the moon-shaped cheeks of her deeply impaled buttocks, fingers pulling cruelly at the fleshy, hair-covered lips surrounding it. Then Lance's fingertip curled under Rick's dangling testicles to probe at her tiny puckered anus, flicking tauntingly at it like another tongue. Christie winced as it suddenly popped through the tight surrounding ring and dug deeply at the soft rubbery flesh inside. He moved around, expanding the tiny tight hole until the palm of his intruding hand lay flat against her asscheeks, the whole young finger sunk safely inside her wetly throbbing rectum.
Now Rick began a searing fucking motion in and out of Christie's moistly stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her sensation filled body back hard against the mattress. Lance's finger imbedded in her hungrily clasping anus joined the slowly pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duo that brought moans of pain and pleasure gasping from her bubbling mouth in time to their simultaneous tempo.
The pain in her rectum was beginning to ease and a weird sensation of fulfillment slowly tingled through her helpless body. Her hips began an involuntary gyration in masochistic concert with the increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking into her.
"Oooohhh, yes, yesss, fuck me! Oh, you beautiful little boys, fuck me like thissssss!" she crooned, squirming her body lewdly around among the myriad of hands and fingers that crawled relentlessly over her tingling flesh. God, she was their prisoner, a helpless prisoner, to the delicious ravaging of her cunt and asshole!
"Ohhhhhh, don't stop boys! Oh fuck, don't ever stop!" she groaned, gyrating her upturned buttocks faster and faster, trying to keep up with the glistening boy's penis and the other's drubbing finger. She sensed her body start to spiral toward her climax, and felt Rick's prick fucking into her seething cunt begin to throb and inflate. She felt her thighs being pushed wider apart as the teenager shoved his cock as deep as it would go inside her belly, and she knew he was ready to cum that instant.
"No! No, not yet! Wait," she chanted in desperation. But it was too late. The young boy's eyes rolled around helplessly in his head and his tight round testicles began to jerk wildly and spew out his hot white semen deep into her voraciously contracting womb. She ground her naked loins up tightly against his pelvis to stop the flow for a moment, but her very eagerness defeated her desperate purpose. The tightly nibbling clasp of her pussy milked it clean, the last drop of his hot load spurting deep inside her dilated vagina.
The boy rolled useless and drained from her still squirming flesh, helped by the hands of his eager friends clawing to take his place. A thin string of white sticky fluid trailed from his cock over her leg to the floor where he collapsed in exhaustion. "Christ, this nurse is the wildest fuck in town. She's gone clean out of her mind," she could dimly hear through the muffled confusion of her mind.
Then: "Me! God damn it to hell, it's my turn! I'll cum all over the rug if I don't get it in her now!"
Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the familiar thrust of young Danny Phelps who was hurriedly replacing his friend between her wide-spread legs. He rammed into her like a jackhammer, needing no fore-play to excite him, the obscene spectacle along having been enough. Together he and Christie surged hotly for the climax she had been so cruelly deprived of when Rick had deserted her. Then ... her orgasm hit suddenly like an angry fist in the stomach as youthful Danny's penis uncontrollably spewed out his burning young seed deep into her hungrily absorbing belly. Great waves of overwhelming joy coursed through her desperately writhing body, curling the tips of her toes and fingers like burning twigs in a bonfire. She wallowed lewdly around in her maniacal arousal, punishing and debasing herself as her cum gushed hotly from between her legs and soaked the rug between her wildly grinding buttocks. "AAAAHHHHH. OHHHH GOD. FILL ME, BABY, FILL MEEEEE, OHHHHH."
Lance grinned to himself. He was hard again, and hell, he'd show them all how a man could satisfy a woman-after all, the nurse was still screaming for more, wasn't she?
"Turn over baby," he commanded. "I'm gonna fuck you dog-style."
Christie, all will to resist anything they wanted to do to her gone, rolled her battered body over in the slippery wetness of their cum, and rested heavily on her stomach.
"No, kneel," the boy demanded, to the half-conscious woman. He grabbed her impatiently at the hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all-fours, her buttocks high in the air and her face pushed hard against the rug. Her eyes were glazed thickly from the ravishment her body was enduring.
Christie felt fevered young hands on her hips as Lance knelt between her open thighs. She waved the wide-stretched moons of her buttocks lewdly at him, feeling the blunt end of his penis pressing into the now wetly flooded crevice in her loins. With a grunt he shoved cruelly forward, causing her to jerk forward in surprise at the sudden lunge.
"Shit, I'm hard again already!" she dizzily heard Rick exclaim. "Damn it, I'm going to join in!" She felt him move onto the mattress in front of her, and then his hands as they lifted her head up to face him. His erect boyish cock rammed without warning between Christie's gaping lips, his hands holding her face vice-like between them so she could not pull away. He ground his young penis forward into her mouth, forcing Christie to gag as he rammed it halfway down her throat, the full length disappearing into her roundly ovaled lips almost to the hilt. His testicles slapped harshly down against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling her like a light airy feather.
Oh God, she groaned. They were buffeting her back and forth like a child's toy between them using her helpless body as a great receptacle into which they would pump their burning young sperm. God, how could this be happening to her? But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered erotically through her mind. The mental picture of her body being fucked between two hotly excited boys at the same time incited the hunger in her belly to begin raging out of control again. She started to undulate her buttocks around in tiny teasing circles, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the fleshy cock boring into her, wanting passionately to wallow in fresh young cum again. She wanted to milk his youthful prick dry, to fill her belly once more until all of his hot white liquid ran down her already thickly covered thighs. She sucked voraciously at the penis in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and filling with Rick's boyish thrusts. Her tongue licked wildly at his blood-filled cock head, the tip probing hotly into the small glans on its end. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth. She wanted to swallow his young sperm and feel it running down her throat until her stomach was as full as her cunt. She wanted it to run through every pore of her body in unending torrents of joy.
Her wish came true a moment later. Simultaneously with the rising tide of her second building orgasm, she felt the young cock fucking into her from behind inflate and begin to spew its white seething load deep up her clasping cunt. It ricocheted wildly around inside and then gushed back out hotly from the hair-covered lips onto the mattress below. Lance's testicles pressed tightly against her exposed clitoris, causing her body to jump spasmodically forward, burying Rick's virile young prick all the way up in her madly sucking mouth. Then, it too exploded, flooding her throat with his pungent youthful fluid, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep from choking on the huge torrent that spurted without stopping deep into her eagerly accepting mouth. She swallowed in hungry crazed gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the ejaculating flesh, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious young seed. Small droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as the boy collapsed in front of her, his deflating slender penis slipping lifelessly from her still unconsciously sucking mouth.
Christie screwed her nakedly upraised buttocks back hard against the spurting cock in her cunt, and with a scream from between her tightly clenched teeth, she felt her own body explode into what seemed like a thousand tiny pieces. Her legs could no longer hold her up, and she collapsed on the rug as the penis slid limply from her semen and orgasm drenched pussy, the room's air rushing warmly into the unplugged opening.
"Jesus, now I wanna fuck her again...." young Danny Phelps gasped, and time after that became a meaningless blur, a constant merging of virile boy's cocks fucking her as they would and where they would. Her body reacted with orgasm after orgasm, even after her strength was gone and she could only follow their directions mechanically.
She felt now as though she were nothing more than a fleshy robot for their use, weakly moving her limbs to comply with their lewd commands. Finally, many long hours later, they dressed, and left the apartment, leaving her where she lay. Christie was too worn out to move, and she fell into an exhausted sleep on the soiled, stained rug that would forever be her bed of shame and surrender to the lowest depths of desire of the flesh.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Christie's life during the weeks that followed involved only two things-work and the boys. When she worked days, it was inevitable that each night at least one of the boys would turn up at her apartment, eager and anxious to fuck her once again, taking her in every possible position. And when she worked the night shift, one of them often visited her there, sneaking out of their homes in the early hours of the morning to meet her at the hospital. It was never hard to find an empty room for their use. Sometimes the boys would come alone and sometimes all .together, and locked in their strange lustful contortions, all four of them experienced the heights of depraved pleasure.
One night, she was seated at home sipping a scotch, and wondering who would show up, anticipating what a wonderful time she would have. For a moment, though, she thought about herself and this crazy life she was leading, and for the first time in a while she thought of Eddie and wondered what he would think of her new life.
Depraved, she realized. He would certainly call this depraved. But she didn't care. She needed these boys, needed to be caressed and fondled and yes fucked by them. She couldn't help it. She couldn't repress her lewd desires. And Eddie hadn't so much as written a letter.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell, and she went to answer it. The three boys were standing in the hall, and she gave a little gasp of pleasure at the sight of them. Could her relationship with these boys really be so wrong, when all of them took such joy in what went on here?
She led them into the living room, talking casually to them. She knew that their eyes were roving over her, that merely being in her presence excited them. She talked quickly-small talk with almost no meaning. Would they like drinks? They said they would and she poured a glass for each of them. Cigarettes? The boys had brought their own and lit one, passing it around. It was sweet and as Christie drew on it, inhaling deeply, she knew that she was smoking marijuana.
The drug made her head whirl, but at the same time relaxed her completely. She felt no inhibitions whatsoever now, felt nothing but her own every growing desire. And when she could restrain it no longer she got up.
"Do you want to...." she asked, knowing that they would understand. It was hardly necessary to Spell it out and yet she did. "Do you want to fuck me?"
With no more qualms than Christie herself had shown, the boys rose one by one and followed her as she led them into the bedroom. They watched without the slightest sign of shock as she began to strip her clothes off, pulling her dress over her head and dropping it on the floor, unhooking the elastic band of her brassiere and letting her firm round breasts spring free as she took the bit of lace off and tossed it aside. She stepped back while the three boys stood before her in open-mouthed admiration. And then Danny stepped forward to hook his fingers beneath the waistband of her thin nylon panties and pulled them off.
She stood before her young friends, her naked body trembling with excitement, her skin tingling, every nerve and fibre alive. Oh God, she was depraved, she was degenerate-she was nothing but a whore! But that was what she wanted-wanted more than anything in the world-and now she would give herself to these young boys, would satisfy every erotic instinct they might have. It was all that she wanted-all!
For the briefest moment she thought of the realities involved. It flashed through her mind that she had left the door unlocked! Oh God! Someone might walk in and discover her like this, discover her being fucked by these teenage boys. But who would? No one, she told herself, dismissing the thought. And she quickly suppressed her impulse to dash through the apartment and close the door more securely. No one would see her, she assured herself. No one!
And then she forgot all about such mundane matters as first one of the young boys and then another began to stroke her quivering flesh, running their hands over every inch of her soft smooth skin. She dropped to the bed, letting her legs open obscenely wide while one of the boys ran his tongue up and down the length of the quivering lips of her cunt, while another teased the swollen nipples of her breasts, as still a third hurriedly undressed, preparing to fuck her this time until she would scream with ecstasy.
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One thing Eddie Clement knew about the niece he loved was that she loved surprises. When she was younger, even the smallest present, or the smallest unannounced visit would thrill her with delight. That was why he had decided not to write or phone to tell her he was coming to San Francisco on business for a few days and would he be able to stay with her at her apartment.
Now, suitcase in hand, he stood in front of her apartment building on Laguna Street and wondered which of the window's was Christie's apartment. Then, seeing that some were dark, he wondered if she was home. Well, he'd find out soon enough he thought, and picked up his bag and carried it to the front door.
He found the button with C. Wilson written above it and rang. But there was no answer so he rang again. When there was still no answer, he tried the door handle and walked inside. The apartment number on the button had been 2-0. So he climbed the stairs to the second floor. The apartment was just opposite the elevator. He rang the doorbell and heard it sound within, but there was no answer. Then, almost out of curiosity, half-unconsciously, not expecting to find it open, he tried the door.
This too was unlocked, and he pushed it open, stepping into the tiny hallway. There was a dim light coming from the living room and he went in there looking around and calling out: "Christie! Hey Christie!"
But still no one answered, so Eddie set his bag down near the sofa. He turned and noticed the bottle of Scotch on the coffee table, the four half-empty glasses and the bowl of melting ice. He was also aware of the sweet smell of marijuana clinging in the air.
He decided to try the bedroom. This may be more of a surprise than I ever bargained to give my little niece, he thought, a smug expression on his face.
The room was dim, lit only by the pale strip of moonlight creeping beneath the half-drawn blinds. Eddie stood for a moment trying to focus his eyes, becoming adjusted to the semi-darkness. Then he saw something moving in the room, something that made him suck his breath in deeply and rivet his eyes to the dark form of undulating bodies. Jesus! That was Christie lying on the bed-it had to be Christie. She was stripped naked, her lovely body awash with moonlight, her voluptuous figure dimly out-lined by the pale yellow beams. And then he realized that she was surrounded-literally surrounded-by naked young boys. Good God! They couldn't be more than sixteen-not one of them!
As he moved slightly closer, opening the door just a bit wider, he saw that one of the boys was kneeling above his young niece and by the light of the pale moon he saw that this kid was goin; to fuck Christie, that this boy was going to fuck his niece. Eddie stood frozen to the spot as the boy stroked the swollen mounds of Christie's heaving breasts, running his fingers delicately over the white skin, trailing his hand lightly over the softly swelling plane of her belly.
Beneath him, Christie writhed and twisted, murmuring all the while, flinging her head back until Eddie could see that her face was contorted with sheer lust. Her eyes were closed, her body quivered, and she reached forth to tangle her hands in the boy's hair, to pull his head down along her outstretched form-Eddie saw his moist and eager tongue trail across its length-and then he slid backward until he was between her widespread legs. Once again his tongue flicked forward while his niece's legs scissored open even more and Eddie could see-could see-the long slit of her vagina, see the hair-lined lips quivering with anticipated pleasure, see the little bud of her clitoris throbbing in lustful torment.
Christie was moaning now in wild abandon and Eddie saw the boy's young and eager penis. It was hard and swollen, an iron rod quivering in anticipation. Eddie's eyes shifted again and he saw that another youth-Christ! how many were there? How many was Christie taking at the same time?-was standing near the bed. His young penis too jutted out from his almost hairless pelvis and as Eddie watched he brushed the blood engorged tip against Christie's half-parted lips. Once again his niece moaned and then she ovaled her lips wider to take the hard young cock deep into her mouth.
As Eddie watched in utter fascination, she began to suck greedily on this cock buried deep in her mouth at the same time pulling the other youth forward until his penis was poised directly above the glistening orifice of her vagina. "Fuck me," she managed to mutter, swallowing, her lips sliding up and down the length of the cock that she held between them, "Fuck me!"
The boy kneeling above her sent his slim young cock burrowing into Christie's vagina, pressing forward until she seemed to take it into the depths of her belly. Eddie's niece was writhing now in unfeigned and undisguised ecstasy, her hips and buttocks rising to meet the thrusts of this lust-inflamed adolescent. She thrashed about in her wantonly intense passion and then stretched out her hand to take the pulsating cock of still a third boy, rubbing the length of his rigidity, massaging it in her wild abandon in time to the two other cocks that were so lewdly violating her.
Eddie felt his own cock lurch beneath his pants, felt an aching in his loins. And then he felt a sudden flash of anger. Who the hell were these kids to fuck his niece this way? She didn't belong to them-if anything, she belonged to him. He remembered that night so many years before, remembered the way he'd pressed forward, burying his own member deep up into Christie's cuntal passage, remembered how she had writhed and bucked beneath him until that incredible moment when the two of them had reached their explosive climaxes simultaneously. Jesus! The thought of that night was almost enough to send him climbing the walls right here and now. And here were these kids....
He felt a moment of cold fury, of utter hatred for the boys fucking into Christie's mouth and cunt. Jesus, he'd like to paste them a couple ... beat the bejesus out of them, who the hell did they think they were, anyway?
He watched, breathing hard now, his heart thumping like a distant drum, as the boy kneeling between his niece's widespread legs hunched forward, his slender but rigid cock brushing teasingly at the small and glistening orifice there. And then he saw the member slid deep within her cuntal walls, slide in almost to the hilt while Christie moaned ecstatically.
Eddie turned away in disgust, hating the young boy more than ever, almost loathing his niece. His own body seemed swathed in flames now, his nerves tingling. Goddamn it all!
Eddie suddenly groaned and then, not thinking at all, strode forward. He clapped one hand on Danny's shoulder, thrusting him crudely and brutally aside. The boy crashed to the floor, cursing this stranger who had appeared so unexpectedly, then watched in amazement as this powerful man shoved young Rick aside too. And then he dropped to the bed astride his niece, hastily pulling his clothes off.
Christie opened her lust-clouded eyes, not sure of what had happened, knowing only that someone-something-had intervened to end her moment of ecstasy. And then it gradually dawned on her that this man was Uncle Eddie!
She sucked in her breath, frightened at first, and then excited beyond all reason at this unexpected appearance. "Eddie," she murmured, her mind racing back to that first night when he had ravished her. "Eddie!" Was it her imagination? Christie shook her head, not knowing and not caring. Nothing mattered now but that Eddie was here. And as he dropped to the bed beside her thrilled and tingling body she could do nothing but repeat his name half beneath her breath. "Eddie ... Eddie ... Eddie...."
"You little whore!" he said angrily, lifting her slightly, turning her and then giving her a sharp slap across her trembling buttocks. "You little whore!"
Tears filled Christie's eyes. "Oh, Eddie ... Eddie!"
"What?"
She was sobbing quietly now, thinking that he was right. "I'm...." she was about to admit it to him, admit that she was nothing but the slut he thought her. But something stopped her just in time. "I want you, Eddie," she murmured.
"Yeah? And these kids? Why did you bring them here?"
"I don't know," she whimpered. "I don't know ... except that Danny ... Danny looks just like you. Oh Eddie, I want you to fuck me."
"Yeah? Well that's great, because that's just what I'm going to do!" He gave her another sharp, slap across her quivering ass-cheeks and then seized her legs, spreading them wide. Eddie's tongue flicked out to probe hotly at the wet pink lips of her still quivering vagina.
Christie felt little sparks explode in her blood like a burst of fire-works, adding fuel to the flames that already engulfed her. Tongues of searing fire seemed to lick at her and she ground her buttocks into the mattress as if she could find refuge there. But the raging conflagration continued to burn deeply in her body, continued to spread through her trembling body, sending waves of illicit pleasure through her. She was enjoying this-wicked and evil though it was. She closed her eyes and felt a tear slip from beneath her eyelid to slide scaldingly down her cheek.
Eddie lifted her up again to slip his hands beneath her nakedly quivering buttocks, cupping and squeezing them in his own demanding desire. The powerful man stared in triumph at the fleshy pink lips of his niece's cunt which now lay open to him-open and inviting-at the trembling little bud of her clitoris, at the small and moistly wet opening of her vagina.
A shiver of sheer ecstasy shot through Christie, lying helpless now beneath her uncle. She saw him reach for his hard and massive penis, saw him draw the foreskin back lewdly while he massaged the fleshy shaft until a few drops of lubricating fluid oozed from the tip. "Remember, Christie?" he asked her then, quietly, coolly. "Remember?"
"Remember what?" Christie moaned. And then she sighed. "Oh Eddie!"
"I want to fuck you," Eddie said and everything seemed clear again. That night with the thunder rolling and the lightning flashing and Eddie saying coolly and quietly: "I want to fuck you."
She lay back against the mattress, while Eddie grasped his throbbing shaft, but he poised there for a moment taunting her.
"And what about these kids?" he asked.
"Oh Eddie ... it all started because Danny looked so much like you when you were his age, the first time we ... ever made love...."
Eddie paused a moment. Her words had the ring of truth ... yes, he believed her. But still, she would have to pay ... pay for the pain it caused him to see her so depraved.
"Now will you fuck me, Eddie," she begged him. "Please ... please fuck me."
"Where do you want me to fuck you, Christie?"
"In ... my ... cunt...."
"But that's not where I want to."
"Then where?"
"In the ass ... ever been fucked there before?"
"N-no, Eddie."
But there was time for no other words, nor even for tears. He had flipped her over deftly, expertly onto her belly and now he knelt above her, his cock rigid as he spread her legs apart.
"Oh God, no! You're hurting me!" she sobbed.
Eddie paid no attention to her. He drew his finger down the narrow furrow between her quivering buttocks pausing to tease at the puckered little hole of her anus. "You'll like this," he muttered. "Spread your legs."
With a whimper half of fear, half of excitement, Christie at last did as she was told, forcing her legs out to the sides until she was afraid she would split in two. Tearfully she glanced up over her shoulder, seeing Eddie's large cock jutting forth from his loins. And then she felt him probing at her asshole with his middle finger, slipping into the warm rubbery flesh of her rectum, probing deeper and deeper while she ground her buttocks up onto his finger. And then, with a sudden sucking sound he withdrew the invading fingers. Christie groaned in disappointment, then lay still beneath him once again as she felt the thick hard length of his penis inch forward, the bulbous head now probing where his finger had been only a moment before.
There was a cruel searing pain as he pressed forward, as the tightly clenched little ring protested and strained against this further obscene invasion. And then, as it had before, the resisting ring of flesh gave way, popping open as the huge blunt head of his cock wormed deep up into her.
Christie bit her lips in agony as Eddie continued to thrust his rock hard penis up into the warm forbidden depths of her anus, plunging ruthlessly ahead, skewering into her from behind, his member pushing aside the rubbery resilient flesh of her clasping anal passage until the blood swollen cock was buried to the hilt. The obscenely impaled woman felt the smack of his pelvis against her writhing upturned buttocks, felt the smooth warmth of his balls against her moistly seeping vagina.
Christie buried her face against the pillow as wild little stabs of erotic pleasure darted through her entire body, and she felt harsh pounding waves of illicit desire surging through the very depths of her being, leaving every nerve alive and responsive to her own uncle's lewd sodomizing of her defenseless rectum.
Impaled beneath Eddie's throbbing cock, Christie's head flailed from side to side as she began to fuck back against him, thrusting her buttocks up to meet her uncle's powerfully plunging penis as it disappeared deep into her rectum. Excited almost beyond endurance by his niece's abject submission to him, Eddie felt tiny rivulets of perspiration coursing down his straining muscles. He lunged forward, shoving his thick cock into the narrowly constricted anal passage at the same time burrowing his middle finger deep between her moistly clasping cuntal walls.
This lewd and even more erotic double ravishment was almost more than Christie could bear. She felt the surge of her irrepressible need for her uncle as he finger fucked her relentlessly while continuing to push his blood-swollen penis in and out of her impaled rectum. Spasms of ecstatic fulfillment began rippling within her belly and she writhed beneath the powerful man's never-ending thrusts feeling her own feminine secretions seep forth from the walls of her cunt.
"Oh God, Eddie! EEDDDIIIEEEEEE ... D-Don't stop ... I'm cumming!" she groaned as her frantic bucking increased.
Plunging deep up into the warm forbidden passage of his niece's ravaged rectum, Eddie felt his own shuddering orgasm approach. He groaned his ecstasy as his warm thick semen burst from his lust-bloated balls, filling his sister's obscenely violated passage. He bucked and hunched above his sister, while his groans swelled into uncontrollable wild passion. He had made his sister his! He had subjugated her completely as he had always longed to! And now she lay beneath him, still quivering in her acceptance of his lewd demands, still ... still a slave to him.
A few moments later he looked around. The room was empty. The boys had picked up their clothes and stolen away. Eddie began to laugh ... and laugh and laugh and laugh, in his booming deep voice. "Well," he said, "I guess I scared the shit out of your little boy lovers."
Christie smiled. "They're dears," she said. "But you know you're the only man I've ever loved ... the only man I ever will love."
"But you know we can never marry ... hell, I couldn't even move in with you. "We'll have to live with the fact that we can only see each other at very special times ... You understand that, darling don't you."
"Of course," she smiled. "That's why I'm going to call those boys tomorrow and explain everything to them ... They'll keep the home fires burning for you, my darling."
