Author Edmund Grant's brilliant new novel, Nurse's Little Lover, is a minor masterpiece in the art of psychoanalytical fiction. Like his predecessor, Henry James, whose influence can clearly be detected in his work, author Grant is concerned not so much with the actions of his characters as their motivation; he creates action, movement and suspense (all aspects of good fiction) through the careful stripping away of the layers of the intricate and complex psychological forces that made his characters tick. Henry James wrote during an era less liberal than the present, and it is forever to his credit that he was able to present his portrait of a hysterical female under the guise of a supernatural suspense thriller. (Note: Hysterical, as referring to the heroine of The Turn of the Screw, has its origin in the Greek root describing a condition of anxiety or madness common to women without men.) Edmund Grant enjoys an era in which American and European novelists are able to express themselves more explicitly than in James' time; the publishers feel it is beneficial to the reader that in creating this important though perhaps shocking novel, Mr. Grant did not ignore that privilege.
Nurse's Little Lover, could, under only the most superficial categorization, be classified as simply another piece of erotic writing. The erotic content is there and we have no doubt that this candid account of the efforts of an attractive prep school nurse to convince a shy fourteen year old boy that he is not a homosexual will be greeted with shock in some circles. Certain readers might even feel the sex scenes between the heroine and the young male student and her subsequent encounter with the two other boys, who employ blackmail to win her favors are too detailed.
We, the publishers, believe however, that a more careful study will convince critics that these passages, in all their detail, are integral to the exposition of the characters themselves. It is in his vivid accounts of the resulting actions of his two protagonists that Mr. Grant unveils the emotional and psychological turmoil that drives the characters to these actions, and we feel that mirrored in the dilemmas forced by Nurse Clare Bancroft and her young male lover are some of the most pressing questions plaguing modern western mankind in his search for identity, maturity and the understanding of self.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Clare Bancroft parked her VW station wagon in the faculty parking lot before the main building of the campus, cut off the ignition and stepped out of the car onto the hard gravel surface. The tall sensuous blonde took a deep breath of the fresh spring air, which caused her high-standing breasts to swell visibly against the thin white material of her nurse's uniform. It was surprising how different the campus of the co-educational boarding school, where Clare had accepted a job as school nurse, appeared in the sunlight. And after weeks of rain the sun had finally come out. Spring had finally arrived, and the campus looked like an entirely changed place from what it had been a mere few days ago.
Smoothing her modest-length skirt down over her softly contoured thighs, Clare crossed the parking lot and started up the sidewalk toward the ivy-covered, stone class building. She hummed softly to herself, her eyes descending quickly down to the straining swells of her breasts and the soft curves of her thighs outlined voluptuously in the flimsy material of her uniform skirt. A few paces farther she looked up again, her gaze slowly scanning the campus.
Then she stopped suddenly, staring in mute confusion at the far end of the hedge-lined freshman boys quad. It appeared at first that a fight had broken out among several members of the small group of male and female students whom Clare had subconsciously noted there when she first parked her car. But it became immediately apparent that something other than a simple fight was taking place. A couple of boys appeared to have ganged up on a third smaller youngster, and incredible as it seemed the girls in the group were not protesting at all. In fact, it was apparent even from this considerable distance that they were laughing, and upon that realization followed an even more stunning awareness.
The victim of the three larger boys was none other than Kenny Williams, the studious but shy youngster who, during Clare's short tenure here at the school, had become her favorite of all the male pupils. The aggressors were Tommy Garrett and Billy White, two more mature freshmen whom Clare had always considered rowdy and smart alecky. And to her sheer horror Clare realized that the two boys weren't actually fighting with Kenny. They were taking his trousers off!
For an indefinable moment Clare remained frozen where she stood. Her breath came in short gasps, and the Indignation she felt at the sight of these two bullies picking on young Kenny caused a constricting tightness in her throat. Then, as she left the sidewalk and started at a rapid pace across the plush campus lawn toward the scene of the disturbance, little Kenny was thrown to the ground, and a moment later Tommy Garrett stood up triumphantly, waving the helpless youngster's trousers in his hand. In her rage, Clare's vision blurred as Tommy turned and walked over to the flagpole and began to string the trousers up. He'd run them halfway to the top of the pole before he saw the attractive blonde nurse and ceased what he was doing, staring over his shoulder in wide-eyed surprise. Now moving almost at a run, Clare stared back in undisguised fury, then returned her attention toward the corner of the quad where Billy White and the two girls who accompanied the bullies were laughing hysterically at the sight of little Kenny, clad only in his light sweater and jockey shorts. Now Billy White and Tommy Garrett's steady girl friend, a precociously sexy brunette named Linda Blake, also saw Clare, as did Kenny, whose mouth dropped open in shame. The embarrassed youngster looked at her in horror for a moment, then turned suddenly and fled around behind the hedge that grew before the quad as Clare stalked up to the flagpole from which Tommy Garrett retreated slowly.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," she hissed. She looked at him in silence for a moment, then turned to the pole and quickly began to lower Kenny's trousers, which fluttered at half mast in the light spring breeze.
Clare unhooked the trousers from the draw rope with trembling fingers, then whirled to glare again in angry silence at Tommy and his three companions. After a moment she started slowly toward them, her heart pounding furiously in her breast with her almost uncontrollable anger.
"You should be ashamed of yourselves, all of you," she repeated when she reached the cowering youngsters, looking slowly around from one face to the other. Then she remembered Kenny and started hastily over to the hedge in the corner of the building. But as she drew closer, she slowed her pace, tears almost welling to her eyes from the distressing sounds that issued from behind the hedge. Kenny was crying.
"I have your trousers, Kenny," Clare said softly. "Here, take them."
"Don't look at me, Miss Bancroft," Kenny said from behind the hedge in a cracked voice. "Please don't look at me. I'm too embarrassed."
"You don't have to be embarrassed, Kenny," Clare said. "I won't look at you. And anyway it doesn't matter. I'm a nurse."
Clare closed her eyes, stepping closer to the hedge, extending her arm around it to hold out the trousers for Kenny to take. Then, in spite of herself, she did open her eyes, and for some reason the sight that greeted her - the sight of little Kenny's naked thighs, his immature penis visibly protruding up in his jockey shorts, the outline of his small firm buttocks faintly distinguishable, almost caused her heart to jump to her throat. She forgot herself. It seemed she even forgot time. In spite of all her medical training, in spite of the fact that she was a mature woman and had however limited the number, sexual experiences with more than one man, Clare was completely enthralled by the titillating sight of this frail helpless young boy, shivering half-nakedly before her in his jockey shorts.
"You're looking, Miss Bancroft," Kenny sobbed.
Clare blinked and turned suddenly away. "I'm sorry, Kenny," she whispered softly, "I just forgot."
Clare stared in confusion down at the ground for a moment, then lifted her eyes slowly to confront the four other young teenagers who stood in front of her, their expressions not quite unafraid, but the boys smirking nonetheless. "I'm sure Superintendent Johnson will be able to handle this matter better than I can," the nurse said finally in a trembling voice.
Then the hedge rustled, and Kenny emerged, tears still shining on his cheeks as he fumbled to buckle his belt.
"No, Miss Bancroft," Kenny said in hardly more than a whisper. "Don't do that."
"I'm going to do just that," Clare said. "I'm going straight to his office. And you're coming there with me, Kenny."
Clare tossed one more angry glance in the direction of the four other students, then took Kenny's hand and led him almost forcibly back down the sidewalk toward the main building.
"Reporting this to the superintendent won't do me any good," Kenny protested after they'd reached the other end of of the quad. "If you get them in trouble with Mr. Johnson, they'll just take it out on me. Let's just forget about it. Please.'"
Clare stopped, her hand squeezing Kenny's tightly as she gazed tenderly down at his frightened face. Kenny was such a sensitive youngster, and she cared for him so much. But she knew he was an outcast in the eyes of the more worldly boys at the school and considered, among the girls, somewhat of an object of ridicule. And she knew he was right about what he'd said. If she reported Tommy Garrett and Billy White for what they had just done to Kenny, he would be only further alienated from the bigger boys. No matter what their punishment might be, Kenny would pay the greater price in the long run. They would take it all out on him. But still, she couldn't just let the matter drop. She couldn't forget what she'd seen today. Kenny needed help, and as school nurse it was her duty to provide that help to the best of her ability.
At last Clare managed a slight smile. "All right, Kenny, if that's the way you want it."
"Yes, Ma'am," Kenny said with conviction.
"But... Kenny," Clare began in a nervous voice. "I have another idea."
"Yes?"
"Let me think," Clare said, hesitating. "I'm tied up today, but I have all tomorrow afternoon free. Maybe you'd like to spend some time with me?"
Kenny frowned, obviously puzzled, then smiled sheepishly. For the briefest instant his gaze dropped to the inviting swells of the voluptuous school nurse's breasts, then he looked nervously back at her face. "Yes, Miss Bancroft, I'd like that. I really would ... just... if you don't let the other boys know about it."
"I won't," Clare said, feeling an unexplainable warmth rise in her breast. "It'll be our secret, just between me and you."
CHAPTER TWO
Clare disinterestedly watched the eleven o'clock news that night, then switched off the TV set and went to her bedroom to retire. She turned off the overhead light, leaving merely the dim lamp on the nightstand to. illuminate the room and started slowly to unbutton her uniform, which she hadn't even bothered to change out of when she'd gotten back to her apartment from school today.
For a reason Clare wouldn't at this time have admitted even to herself, her breath was coming in audibly hoarse gasps as she pulled the white material apart over her voluptuously high-set breasts, thrust far up and firmly together by the tight brassiere she wore, then pushed it off her softly rounded shoulders to let it fall lightly away from her body. Out of the corner of her eye she watched herself in the mirror as she reached behind her back and deftly undid the snap of her brassiere. As the bra cups dropped free from her full quivering breasts, the swollen mounds stood up even in their nakedness firm and proud with no need of artificial support, the little nipples at the tips swelling suddenly to tingling rigidity at their contact with the air.
Clare watched her reflection with a sultry gaze for a moment, then with a slight wriggling motion of her hips pulled her half-slip down off the ripely curving moons of her buttocks and, turning to face herself in the mirror, slowly peeled her tight-fitting bikini panties down from her rounded ass-cheeks and over the forbidden curls of blonde pubic hair nestled so invitingly between her thighs.
The young nurse sighed, a strange little shiver coursing through her body, as she let her gaze descend slowly down along the sensuous curves of her naked flesh. She was in an odd mood tonight. It was something she could not even have explained, though deep inside she knew that the peculiar state of her mind must in some way or another be related to the incident that had occurred this afternoon.
Clare still couldn't rid her mind of the half-humorous, half-shocking sight of poor little Kenny cringing and shivering in shame behind the hedge as she had retrieved his trousers from the flagpole and delivered them to him. And something in Clare's mind seemed to have snapped then. Kenny had appeared so helpless, so vulnerable, so completely at Clare's mercy, and she'd been transfixed by the sight. She'd let herself go completely. She'd stared at him, stared directly at his forbidden body, hardly concealed by the jockey shorts, for a time she couldn't even define. And it seemed that during those moments before the boy accepted his trousers, all Clare's affection for Kenny and all her pity, had combined with an alien force in her, the existence of which she had not even known, as if to hypnotize her. - And she still wasn't completely free from the spell.
Her sensuous body tingling all over with her yet inexplicable excitement, Clare turned and walked slowly over to the bed. She switched off the lamp, got under the sheet, and stretched out on her back.
But her eyes remained wide open, staring at the ceiling until they'd adjusted to the darkness. Then slowly she dropped her gaze down the length of her silhouetted body, now completely naked beneath the thin white sheet which softly defined the voluptous curves of her flesh. There was a beam of moonlight coming through the window, and now it cast a warm glow over her sleek and inviting form, so that she could trace in detail the outline of her lush figure beneath the sheet. The flimsy cotton covering barely concealed the fully swollen mounds of her breasts, so that the rose-tipped, now almost amber, nipples showed faintly through the thin fabric. The sheet tapered lightly down over her thin girlish waist and luscious hips, then fell with shocking effect down between her sensuously parted thighs to faintly outline the soft little mound of her pussy.
Clare sucked her breath in softly, her eyes narrowing. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She hadn't felt like this in so long. But she wanted to touch herself. She couldn't help it. She just felt she had to be caressed, even if it were she herself who did the caressing. And she wanted to feel and explore the voluptuous curves of her own flesh. It was a compulsion, irresistible.
Then, her mind again seizing upon the shocking vision that had haunted her throughout the whole day, Clare yielded unconsciously to the temptation to trail her hand to the wide-set mounds of her breasts so that her fingers could softly stroke her desire-swollen nipples from the outside of the sheet. She sighed deeply, squirming her hips against the softness of the mattress, her breath coming in even more strained gasps as she continued to gently knead and massage the ripe firmness of her breasts.
Then still without really thinking about what she was doing, she moved her hand beneath the sheet, letting it venture cautiously lower down over the smooth warm flesh of her belly and at last farther down into the sparsely curling strands of her pubic hair between her thighs.
At the first tentative contact of her finger on the already warmly twitching little bud of her clitoris, Clare's body suddenly stiffened. Her eyes opened wide, staring down in shock and dismay from the unwelcome tremor of longing that darted swiftly out from the tiny pleasure-bud and saturated deeply into the sensitive warmth of her loins, spreading slowly outward over every burning inch of her naked flesh. Again she was reminded of the date she'd made with little Kenny Williams for tomorrow afternoon, an act conceived in pure innocence, but nevertheless a secret meeting between herself and the cute young boy who'd unwittingly aroused her this afternoon when she'd seen him without his trousers. And for the first time she entertained the thought that her motive in making the date with Kenny might not have been as completely philanthrophic as she'd let herself believe. Maybe, she thought now, even this afternoon when with the hope of bolstering Kenny's deflated ego she'd decided to try to spend some time with him, she'd had another, ulterior motive, of which at that time she'd been only subconsciously cognizant!
But it wasn't true. It just wasn't true. Clare had been thinking of nothing but Kenny's interest when she'd made that date and, after all, what possible ulterior designs could a mature and attractive woman like herself have for such an innocent young boy as Kenny?
Reluctantly Clare drew her hand away from the pulsing little bud between her thighs. Her whole body was now permeated by the forbidden desire that had surged up in her almost without her knowledge, and now seemed bound to consume her.
The blonde nurse realized she had to get control of herself. The very perspective through which she now regarded her feelings was distorted. It was only natural that she should need to be touched. She was beginning what was supposed to be her sexual prime, and she didn't have a man. She hadn't had a man since before this term started when she'd broken off with a young lawyer to whom she'd been engaged, and her needs, which must have hung in limbo during the last couple of months, were only natural. Perhaps they had finally surfaced as a direct result of this afternoon's episode, but that had been a mere catalyst. Kenny Williams wasn't the source of her lust. He just couldn't be. That was sheer nonsense, she thought.
Clare moaned softly at the sudden tremor of delight that shot out from her loins as her hand moved back through the thin curls of hair to come once again into stimulating contact with the swollen nerve-center of her clitoris and the already moistened lips of her empty vagina. Her buttocks jerked suddenly as she parted the hair-fringed outer lips and more strained whimpers issued from her throat as her fingers spread the smoothly flowing moisture up and down the whole length of her lust tortured pussy slit.
Then a lump rose suddenly to her throat as she realized what she was about to do. She was going to masturbate. She hadn't done that in years, and a mere three months ago she would not have believed that she would ever do it again. But she was going to. Vile as the proposition seemed, she had to do something to stem the unwanted tide of desire that had surfaced in her sex-starved body. She had to have some kind of relief or she would never get to sleep tonight, and God only knew the incredible and deranged fantasties that might emerge in her subconscious mind if she slipped into the dream world of unconsciousness without having satiated this perversely consuming need.
With a gasp of submission Clare kicked the sheet off to completely expose her naked body, arching her buttocks suddenly up in the bed as her middle finger wormed slowly up into the moistly yielding softness of her pussy. A surge of guilt welled almost parallel to her rising lust, but she knew it was too late to stop herself now. She moaned, her finger burrowing still deeper, her thumb rubbing swiftly at the hotly swollen bud of her clitoris as she arched her hips higher and sank her finger to the last knuckle up into the sensitive inner flesh of her cunt. Then, with a deep whimper she surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began a lewd undulation of her body in the bed, finger-fucking with smooth even strokes in and out of the tightly caressing lips of her vagina.
A stream of moans and pleadings issued from the lust-crazed school nurse's throat as Clare began to masturbate in earnest. Her eyes narrowed, and her teeth clenched, her body thrashing wildly on the bed as the uncontrollable passion that had lain dormant for so long finally overcame her. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips and her fingers drove swiftly in and out of her tightly trembling little opening even as her thumb continued to work with maddening effect at the throbbing hot bud of her clitoris pulsing so sensitively at the top. Her face flushed red, breaking out in a shining coat of perspiration as she strained, groaning in lust and frustration, worming her moisture-coated middle finger deeper and deeper into the warmly quivering slit of her pussy. She tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long blonde hair whipping softly at her naked shoulders as she further intensified the rapid finger-fucking rhythm.
Then Clare lifted her head off the pillow, gazing down almost with disbelief between the trembling mounds of her breasts, a lewd thrill coursing through her at the shocking sight that greeted her, the perverse picture of her own middle finger fucking eagerly up and down between the wildly scissoring softness of her blonde-crowned thighs. Again she remembered the sight of little Kenny Williams, without his trousers, trembling in shame before her, and for the first time she let her mind focus on the real source of her unnatural fascination with what she'd seen: Kenny had had an erection this afternoon. She had seen it, but she'd tried unsuccessfully to blot it out of her mind. And now the vision returned, obscene and compelling.
Clare's body was thrashing completely out of control, her loins thrusting eagerly upwards to the obscene probing strokes of her fingers in and out of her quivering cuntal warmth. The softly-haired lips of her vagina flowered open to give her even greater access to the sensuously yielding inner tightness, and the continued maddening strokes of her thumb over her trembling clitoral bud almost drove her out of her mind with the passion that poured through every fiber of her desire-tensed flesh.
Then suddenly her whole naked body grew rigid. She shuddered, her finger moving in a lewd staccato rhythm up between her burning loins. Then the excited nurse's body uncoiled even more wildly in a hot whiplash movement, her legs opening and closing frantically on the finger that still moved swiftly in and out of the hungry softness of her pussy. Already she could feel the rising tide beginning far up in her belly, and a series of spontaneous contortions racked her voluptuous flesh as she fought and strained for the catacylsmic relief that she knew was coming. Then an even more powerful spasm of delight darted through her crazily arched body, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise of release welling in her loins.
Clare moaned in sensual delirium, drawing her middle finger almost all the way out of her wetly trembling cunt-lips and stroking in an even more feverish motion over the blood-inflamed bud of her clitoris to send new and even more wanton thrills darting from her pulsing hot pussy flesh, throughout her wildly gyrating body. She jerked her head rapidly back and forth over her turgid clitoris, sobbing and moaning in frustration as the relief that hovered so near continued to elude her. Then, giving out with an even louder moan, she made a wedge of three fingers which she shoved furiously back into the trembling wet flesh of her cuntal mouth.
Clare's breasts heaved and quivered with the insane writhing of her torso as she lunged her hips in frenzied rhythm up and down on the bed. For a few moments longer she languished in limbo, hardly able even to bear the demanding need that engulfed her hungering flesh.
Then at last it began, a deep fluttering far up inside her belly that surfaced swiftly in a volcano of devastating elation, bursting forth in a breath-taking fury of sensation that soared over every inch of her softly perspiring flesh.
The lips of her cunt worked and sucked in pure frenzy at her lewdly fucking fingers, her breath rasping in short strained gasps as the lightning-like sensations jolted through her. Whimpering in delirium, Clare wallowed in her obscene bliss, her fingers still working eagerly in and out of the warmly spasming flesh of her naked loins as the convulsive jerkings of her orgasm continued to shake her.
Then at last the naked young nurse dropped her hips in exhaustion back onto the bed lowering her head once more to the pillow and letting her hand rest motionlessly between her thighs, the three-fingered wedge still embedded deep in her shuddering pussy softness. For a few moments longer the little spasms continued to course at intervals through her loins as she panted and gasped to catch her breath. Then with a sigh of relief, she pulled her three fingers from the sucking depths of her cunt and reached down for the rumpled sheet.
In spite of her remorse at what she'd done, Clare had to admit she felt much better. And almost as gratifying as the relief from her consuming lust was the clear perspective she now had on the source of it. She realized now that during those last moments of dismay and confusion before she'd finally given in to the temptation to masturbate, she'd been treading on dangerous ground, both emotionally and psychologically. Her distorted view had led her to consider the possibility that it was little Kenny Williams who'd prompted the sudden surfacing of her long dormant need. But now she saw that couldn't be true. That had just been another fantasy of her perverted, lust-inspired imagination.
And yet, Clare remembered suddenly with a desperate sinking feeling in her breast, it had been the recollection of the sight of that young body, as he'd waited almost naked behind the bush for her to give him his trousers, which had finally prompted her orgasm.
It had been, more specifically, the recollection of the sight of his erect little penis prodding up so obscenely inside his jockey shorts, that had brought her to climax!
CHAPTER THREE
Clare started nervously at her desk in the reception room of the infirmary as she heard the hesitant knock at the door. Through the entire day she had looked forward with a mingling of dread and anticipation to little Kenny Williams' arrival. And now he was here.
"Yes?" Clare asked after a moment's hesitation.
"It's me, Miss Bancroft," she heard Kenny reply nervously from outside the door. "Come in, Kenny."
Clare watched expectantly as the door opened and Kenny, laden down with four hard-backed books and a loose-leaf book, stepped inside. She managed a fleeting smile, watching anxiously as the cute fourteen year old boy, his head bowed, walked slowly toward the desk.
"How are you today, Kenny?"
"Oh, all right," Kenny said, still looking down at the floor. Then he added quietly: "Terrible."
Clare regarded the youngster in silence for a moment. Then her mind drifted back to the incident yesterday afternoon when she'd retrieved Kenny's trousers from the flagpole after the larger boys had taken them off, and returned them to him. And she couldn't quell the twinge of remorse she felt even now as she thought of her own belated and shameful response to that incident. For the first time since her late teens Clare had succumbed to the temptation to masturbate, and somehow that was related to what had happened earlier in the day with Kenny.
"Why, what's the matter, Kenny?" Clare asked finally, her voice reflecting her deep concern.
For a moment Kenny said nothing. He remained before Clare's desk, clutching to his chest the books which she now recognized as being from the library in town. Then he lifted his eyes slowly. "I've done a lot of thinking about what happened yesterday, Miss Bancroft."
"Yes?"
"And I went to the library and checked these books out. I've been reading them all day long, holding them under my desk during the class lectures."
"What are they?"
"They're books about psychiatry and... sexual deviation and... homosexuality."
"Homosexuality!" Clare exclaimed. "But Kenny? Why on earth should you be interested in reading a book about homosexuality?"
Again Kenny hung his head, and for a moment it looked as though he was about to cry.
"Because I think I am one," he said finally in a low voice.
Clare could hardly believe her ears. The mere idea that Kenny Williams, her favorite student at the whole prep school, might be a homosexual was more than Clare could bear. It couldn't possibly be true. Well, he obviously didn't even know the meaning of the word if he had to look it up.
"But Kenny, that's absurd," the blonde school nurse managed at last in a trembling voice.
"I don't think so. I think it's true."
Clare watched Kenny in stunned silence. But now the young boy was unable to even meet her gaze. Clare bit her lip, the seriousness of what Kenny had said creeping gradually over her. During her nurse training she had studied at least the rudiments of psychology, and it wasn't difficult at all for her to even imagine the suffering Kenny must be going through now. She was well aware of the terrible agony that a man could derive from doubts about his own masculinity. From her medical training Clare knew that it was common for young boys of Kenny's age to go through a period of such doubt, but she knew this period would probably be even more difficult for Kenny, not only because of his above average sensitivity, but also because of his particular personal vulnerability. For she had to admit, as bad as she hated to, that Kenny was somewhat... effeminate. Though effeminate was not quite the correct word. Actually, he neither looked, acted, nor moved in an effeminate manner, but on the other hand, by no means was he as masculine and self-assertive as the two larger boys who had bullied him and stolen his trousers yesterday, and just that would be enough to raise some doubt in such a sensitive youngster's mind.
In a sudden compulsive motion, Clare stood up from her desk, moving so quickly around it that Kenny started in surprise and dropped the handful of books in his arm. Looking at her almost in awe, the young boy retreated, and it was all Clare could do to resist the impulse to follow, to reach out and grab him and hug his cute, anxious face protectively to her breasts.
Then she stopped, trembling, looking at the nervous youngster desperately. "Kenny, I want you to get that idea out of your mind right now. I want you to forget about it entirely."
"But how can I forget about it if it's true?" Kenny asked ruefully. "If it's true, I've got to face the facts. Nobody wants to be a queer, I don't guess. But if I am, then there's no escaping it."
"But you're not, Kenny. You're just not a homosexual."
"How do you know?"
"All right, Kenny," Clare began, exerting a tremendous effort to control her voice. "Let's try another approach. Let's sit down here on the couch together and discuss this rationally."
"Yes, ma'am," Kenny said, stooping awkwardly to gather up the books off the floor.
Clare moved past the young boy, aware of his eyes focusing briefly on the soft curves of her thighs, clearly outlined in the thin material of her uniform skirt, and took a seat on the couch. The attractive nurse crossed her legs, the gesture causing the skirt to work almost midway up her cream-white thighs. She started to smooth it down, then as a second thought changed her mind, leaving it worked revealingly high above her knees.
"Just put the books there on the desk," Clare said. "Forget about them for the time being, and come over here and sit down beside me."
Kenny walked nervously back toward the couch, his eyes furtively descending for the briefest instant to the school nurse's inviting half-exposed thighs. Then he sat down beside her, as she had indicated, and waited in embarrassed silence.
"Now, Kenny. Tell me, why do you think you are a homosexual?"
"It's really hard for me to talk about this, Miss Bancroft," Kenny said slowly, looking down at the floor again.
"I know it's going to be hard, Kenny. But you have to try. You have to try to face this and talk it out. I'll help you as much as I can, and then if I feel more professional advice is needed, we'll make arrangements for you to see a psychiatrist."
"Oh no, Miss Bancroft! I couldn't stand that. I couldn't talk to a man about this."
"There are also lady psychiatrists, Kenny," Clare said patiently, then paused. "But don't you think that even the mere fact that you can't discuss this subject with a man is an encouraging sign?"
"According to some of the stuff I read in those books, it's a bad sign."
Clare sighed, then repeated, "All right, Kenny. But just tell me where did you get his idea?"
The youngster shrugged. "Everywhere. People say things to me, the guys and the girls both."
"But, Kenny. If you're paying attention to the likes of Billy White and Tommy Garrett, or their girl friends, you're making a bad mistake."
"I never have been any good with girls myself," Kenny said. "I'm scared to death of them."
"But at your age that's only natural," Clare said in a soothing voice.
"It's not natural!" the fourteen year old snapped. "I know it's not. The other boys my age at least have kissed girls. A lot of them have already fu- uh, gone to bed with girls. But I'm scared to death of them. And I get excited looking at the hair on the other boys' p-penises in the shower."
Clare gasped, her face flushing suddenly red. "But Kenny, that's only your curiosity. It's probably because you haven't matured as quickly and you're just curious. You probably don't have as much hair on your..." Clare let her voice trail off. She could never have made that last remark, but it had burst spontaneously to her lips before she'd had time to think about it.
"No," Kenny admitted, turning redder than Clare, "I don't have hardly any."
"But... you will," Clare stammered. Then she paused, taking a deep breath. "Look at me, Kenny."
Hesitantly the boy turned to gaze up at her.
"Now," Clare began. "You still haven't offered one logical reason for your doubts about yourself."
"I can't explain it, I don't guess, Miss Bancroft. It's a feeling I have deep down inside myself. I know I'm a homosexual. Or I'm going to be one. And I just can't stand it. I think I'd rather kill myself than be that way for the rest of my life."
Clare felt a constricting tightness in her throat, and for a moment she thought she was going to cry. Kenny's dilemma was even more serious than she'd expected, and she felt her heart going out to the cute young student, who again turned away from her and buried his face in his hands. Then even they could hardly believe her next gesture. She did it almost unconsciously, without thinking about what she was getting herself into, a simple emotional response to Kenny's problem, the easiest possible remedy she could conceive.
Without even considering the possible consequences to herself, Clare reached with trembling fingers to the top button at the neck of her white nurse's uniform. She hesitated, biting her lip, then quickly unbuttoned the uniform down the front of the full, high set, mounds of her breasts, parting the white material slowly away from the straining flesh and gazing through narrowed eyes down at her own invitingly forbidden cleavage. Then again she hesitated, but only a moment, before she pushed the sleeves gently off her shoulders and let the top half of her uniform fall away and leave her torso completely exposed except for the flimsy, near transparent brassiere that hardly even protected the voluptuous mounds of her breasts.
Clare waited in silence for a few seconds, staring down in disbelief at her nearly exposed torso. Then she turned to look at Kenny, who still held his face buried in his hands, completely unaware of what she'd done.
"Look at me, Kenny," she said after a moment in a cracking voice.
Kenny turned his head slowly, then blinked, his mouth falling wide open at the sight of Miss Bancroft, naked from the waist up except for the thin white brassiere which barely even covered her full pink nipples so that it looked as if any minute her breasts might spill over the top of it right in his face.
"Geez!" the youngster gasped, staring wide-eyed.
"I think you're responding, aren't you, Kenny?" Clare said in a shaky voice, managing a nervous smile. "See? You're not a homosexual. A homosexual wouldn't even be interested by this."
"You're beautiful, Miss Bancroft!" Kenny gasped. "I-I've never seen anything so beautiful in my whole life as your ... breasts."
Clare almost sobbed with joy at hearing those words. Kenny wasn't a homosexual. Now that was all too obvious, and it had been so easy for her to let him prove that to himself. She knew that by any ordinary standards that what she had done would be wrong. And in spite of everything, she did feel slightly embarrassed about her partial state of undress. But she knew it was the least she could have done for this poor troubled boy who had come to her for help.
"Thank you, Kenny," Clare said finally. Then she reached down to retrieve the top half of her uniform and started to pull it quickly back up over her body.
"No!" the boy protested. "Please don't."
"But Kenny," Clare stammered. "I can't just sit here like this. The only reason I did that was to let you see for yourself that you're not a homosexual."
"But I'm still not sure," Kenny managed quickly. "Seeing you like this could be the same thing as seeing Tommy Garrett's pubic hair. I might just be responding out of curiosity."
"Oh, Kenny," Clare said, biting her lip. "It's not the same thing."
"But it is," Kenny said. "I do ... like your breasts. But... I still don't know whether I'm really a man or a queer." The youngster's voice trailed off, and he averted his eyes as Clare stared desperately at him. Then after an extended moment he looked back at her. "Do me one favor, Miss Bancroft, do me one favor."
"What?"
"Take off your bra."
"But Kenny!" Clare gasped. "You know I can't do that. I just can't!"
"Please, Miss Bancroft. You don't know what this means to me. You made me hope a little, but I still don't know for sure. And I can't stand not knowing."
Clare didn't think she'd ever felt so confused in her life. She couldn't deny the excitement surging through her body at having partially revealed herself to little Kenny Williams, or the even greater excitement she now derived from the prospect of stripping herself completely naked from the waist up - as he'd so desperately begged her to do.
But she couldn't in good conscience bring herself to believe that Kenny was really sincere in his assertion that he still had doubts about his masculinity. His response when he'd turned and seen she'd shed the top half of her uniform had been spontaneous and she knew virtually beyond doubt that he was a perfectly normal adolescent. Yet he claimed his doubts still remained, and if she didn't do everything in her power to alleviate, those doubts, she could ultimately bear part of the responsibility for the terrible consequences that might ensue. Kenny might, because of his fears of the opposite sex, really develop into a homosexual. Clare knew the possibility did exist. And she knew she couldn't forgive herself if that happened.
"Please, Miss Bancroft," Kenny pleaded. "Please take off your brassiere and let me see your breasts. Then I could tell for sure about myself."
Clare could hardly control her breathing as she reached with a trembling hand behind her back to undo the snap of her brassiere. She knew now she was going too far, but she couldn't bring herself to deny Kenny, and she couldn't deny the forbidden excitement raging completely out of control through her.
Averting her eyes, she worked the straps of the brassiere down off the soft curves of her shoulders, then let it fall away to suddenly completely reveal the full upthrust mounds of her milk-white breasts. Already slightly swollen by her excitement, the little nipples at the tips rose to instant rigidity with their contact with the air.
"Wow!" Kenny exclaimed, his eyes opening wider at the complete exposure of the sensuous school nurse's breasts.
Then Clare almost cried out aloud with shock as the young boy leaned suddenly toward her. The sensuous blonde's body stiffened, and a muffled moan rose in her throat as Kenny covered his lips full over the hard little nipple of one of her breasts before she had time to protect herself, his tongue flicking eagerly against the sensitively tingling flesh as he snuggled his face against the straining mound and pressed his hand full over her other breast to firmly caress the sensitive little nipple at the tip.
"Ooooh!" Clare moaned, staring down in shock and dismay as Kenny snuggled his face into the voluptuously deep valley between her breasts, continuing to tweak frenziedly at one of her turgid nipples with his tongue and knead the other breast firmly with his hand. For an indefinable time she found herself unable to even move, then in a belated reflexive action she dropped her hand to run her fingers eagerly through Kenny's hair, holding his face tightly to her for a moment before the reality of what she was allowing him to do finally crept over her.
"No!" Clare gasped suddenly, now feebly trying to push the young boy's head away from her naked torso. But her heart wasn't in the effort. She couldn't remember when anything had felt so deliriously exciting as Kenny's tongue and lips licking and sucking alternately at the two sensitive little buds of her nipple, and in spite of her knowledge that she was courting disaster, she couldn't resist the wanton current of passion surging through her breasts and loins.
"Oh please don't, Kenny," Clare sobbed. "Please don't. I can't stand it. It feels too good."
"It feels good to me, too, Miss Bancroft," Kenny groaned, the words almost muffled by the desire-inflamed flesh in his mouth.
"My God!" Clare thought. "What am I doing?" Now Kenny couldn't possibly have any doubts about his masculinity. She'd accomplished what she'd set out to do, and now if she let herself go any further she was going to pass the point of no return. Something had happened to her yesterday when she'd seen young Kenny Williams without his pants. Something in her that she hadn't even known existed had come suddenly to the surface, and she knew that if she didn't get control of herself right away she ran the risk of committing an act of sheer insanity, something she would desperately regret later.
At last, in desperation, Clare dropped her hand back to Kenny's body pushing forcibly to try to shove the student's eager mouth away from her nakedly tingling breasts. Her hand pressed hard against his belly, then slipped accidentally downward. Then she stiffened as it brushed across the crotch of his trousers to rest suddenly right on the throbbing little shaft of his cock, which bulged up in full rigidity inside his Levi's.
"Oh, Miss Bancroft!" Kenny moaned. "That feels so good. Touch it, Please touch my penis."
Clare was petrified. Again her mind seized upon the shocking incident that had catalyzed this whole bizarre and outrageous series of events, and she couldn't get it out of her mind. She remembered with desperate hunger and longing the sight of Kenny's hard little penis bulging up inside his jockey shorts, a sight which had so thrilled and obsessed her yesterday. And now her hand rested right upon that same little penis, again looming up in full adolescent erection and protected from her touch only by Kenny's jockey shorts and Levi's. And no matter how desperately she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to take her hand away.
"Please, Miss Bancroft," Kenny begged. "Please unzip my pants and take my penis out."
Clare felt as if she were being directed by an alien force, not even of herself. She'd completely lost control of her actions, and her hand moved automatically, of its own accord, to stroke in a slow obscene motion up and down along the straining shaft of Kenny's cock, looming up to full erection inside his trousers. The resilient feel of it was too compelling, and Clare couldn't stop herself. She had been so fascinated visually yesterday, and now the chance of actually feeling and stroking Kenny's lust-arousing penis in the privacy of her office was more than she could resist in her current delirious state.
Staring down through narrowed -eyes as Kenny continued to lick the desire-swollen nipples of her breasts, Clare fumbled clumsily at the zipper of the young boy's trousers. She pulled it slowly downward, then worked her hand inside to stroke the throbbing penis-shaft along the outside of Kenny's jockey shorts for a moment before she freed it to spring suddenly up out of his fly in a lewdly pulsing, completely exposed erection.
The blonde school nurse shifted about on the couch so that she could gaze down over Kenny's shoulder at the crotch of his trousers, watching her own hand hungrily as it began to stroke in a slow teasing motion up and downward along the throbbing young cock shaft that now loomed up in complete and obscene freedom. It was a sight more compelling than anything she had ever beheld in her life. Rigidly hard, it nonetheless appeared small compared to the penises of the several men Clare had known and slept with. And she knew therein must lie the source of her own unnatural fascination. For as a portion of Clare's mind slipped further into consuming delirium of her passion, another portion functioned with astonishing clarity.
During those brief instants that she continued to hug Kenny's face to her breasts and run her fingers eagerly up and down his straining little shaft of cock flesh, the young nurse thought of the fact that she had not lost her own virginity until she'd been almost twenty-one years old.
She'd never had an affair with a boy before. The lovers she'd known, though for the most part they had been inadept, had been adult men, and the appeal of little Kenny must somehow derive from the fact that she had missed having an adolescent affair. And now her body, and a part of her subconscious mind, was demanding that she make up for that lack in her experience.
But Clare knew she couldn't have an affair with one of the students from the school no matter how much she might secretly like to. That was out of the question, and even in her current state of want she realized it all too clearly. The most she could do was tease herself with the fantasy for a few moments longer, imagine how it would be and then somehow extricate herself from the difficult situation, content at least with the knowledge that she had achieved her original purpose of proving to Kenny that he was not a homosexual.
Then as Kenny began to suck and nibble even harder at her breast Clare forgot all that, letting her mind focus totally on the wanton sensations the manipulations of his lips on her thought-sensitized nipples inspired in her, and on the exquisitely thrilling feel of holding his immature penis throbbing nakedly in her hand. It was so beautiful, so slender, yet so alive, so vibrant with its untouched masculine warmth. A little drop of seminal fluid had seeped through the small, mushroom-shaped glans at the tip and now lay glistening upon the smooth rubbery head, and the idea that the sight of it prompted to dart through Clare's mind almost shattered her. She couldn't even imagine how she'd thought of such a thing, but she wanted to lick it up. She wanted to kiss Kenny's cock. It was too obscene for words, and she'd never dreamed that she'd do anything like that in her life, but now she could hardly resist the thought.
"Oh please, Nurse Bancroft," Kenny moaned. "Let me do it to you. Please let me do it to you and prove to myself once and for all that I'm not a queer. Let me make love to you."
"No, Kenny, no," Clare protested weakly. "We can't do that. We just can't."
"But, Miss Bancroft, I can't hardly stand it. I'm so hot I just can't stand it."
"I know," Clare purred. "But I can't let you make love to me. I just can't. You don't understand what you're asking." Then she hardly even believed the next words that came to her lips. "But I'll do something else for you," she began, paused for a moment, then added in a distant-sounding voice: "I want to kiss your penis."
Clare felt Kenny's penis jerk and spring as though with an excitement of its own in her hand as she continued deliriously: "I want to suck your cock."
For a moment the desire-crazed blonde nurse thought Kenny was going to fall off the couch. He seemed to absorb only gradually the meaning of what she'd just said, as the greater meaning only gradually pervaded her own consciousness. It was too depraved for words, and she couldn't imagine she'd proposed such a thing. But she knew she couldn't back out now. The very perversity of the lewd act she was about to commit thrilled her beyond her wildest dreams, and in her present state of desire she hardly even cared about the possible consequences of the shocking act.
But even so, it took her a moment to bring herself to do it. There was an extended silence, disturbed only by the sounds of both their strained breathing. Kenny's face was still nestled into her voluptuous breasts, his panting breath warm between them, but he was too astonished to continue the sucking of her spiked-out nipples. By the same token Clare's hand still rested on the hotly straining shaft of his cock, but she also had ceased her motion. And for what seemed a long time neither of them moved.
Then finally, sucking her breath hoarsely, Clare moved away from Kenny, turning sideways on the couch and urging him silently down to a reclining position on his back. Her white uniform still hanging loose from her waist to completely expose the upper half of her voluptuous body, Clare leaned slowly forward over Kenny's thighs, again resuming a teasing up and down motion with her hand around the lustfully straining shaft of Kenny's exposed cock as her face and lips drew gradually toward it.
"Oh!" Kenny gasped. "Oh boy, Miss Bancroft, that really feels good."
With narrowed eyes Clare watched the rapidly building anticipation on little Kenny's face. She continued to tug lightly at the taut-stretched skin of his cock for a moment longer, then again ceased the teasing up-and-down motions of her hand on his erect little penile shaft. Her tongue darted out from her mouth to moisten her sensually full lips as she leaned her face slowly lower over the boy's waiting body, bending the hard-swollen rod of his flesh backward until it was pointed straight up at her face. Inches away from it she paused again and opened her mouth to breath softly over the glistening red glans where the droplet of seminal fluid still brightly shone. Then in a sudden teasing gesture she flicked her tongue gingerly from between her lips, the saliva wetted tip coming into sudden shocking contact with the throbbing head of Kenny's cock.
As the youngster squirmed with pleasure beneath her, Clare circled her tongue slowly about the rubbery flesh, hearing his excited moans and feeling his hips jerk upward in spontaneous response to the arousing sensation. The tip of her tongue found the tiny opening of his glans and darted wetly in to lick up the drop of seminal fluid hiding there, and the tangy taste only served to further stimulate the older woman's unnatural craving.
Then Clare moved her hands lightly down to the base of Kenny's pulsating cock-shaft as she parted her lips to take just the blood-engorged tip into the warmth and moisture of her hungry mouth. Her fingers played gently through the thin curls of hair at Kenny's open fly, venturing in to caress the tightly stretched sac of his testicles as her tongue trailed farther downward along the straining cock shaft, prompting a low guttural moan to issue from the boy's throat.
Relishing her own wildly building excitement, Clare planted moist kisses around the jerking cock head and lewdly straining shaft, continuing to play and tease Kenny, yet still refusing to actually take his penis into her mouth. Then, with a sudden deep groan the young boy reached his hands into the school nurse's long blonde hair, pulling her face down tight against his loins as he thrust his hips eagerly upwards, shoving the full length of his hotly twitching cock clear into the back of her throat.
Clare gulped, giving out with a muffled moan of mixed delight and surprise at Kenny's sudden shocking display of aggression. The ruthless entry of his cock into her mouth almost choked her, but she took a wanton masochistic pleasure in the lewd assault, surrendering her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating head of Kenny's penis crush into the voluptuous tenderness of her mouth. She closed her eyes, purring softly around the throbbing cock shaft, beginning to bob her head slowly up and down she felt the boy's buttocks start to hunch urgently on the mattress cushion beneath her.
Kenny groaned, his hips quivering as Miss Bancroft tightened her lips around the hard-fleshed shaft of his cock, now taking almost the whole length of it into her warm moist mouth. The young boy had never felt anything so good in his life, and he was already beginning to abandon his earlier fears that he might have homosexual tendencies. He knew nothing any of his male classmates could do, or let him do to them, that could excite him the way Miss Bancroft was exciting him now with her lewd submission of her lips and mouth to his obscene lust. And this was positive proof that he did like women. The sight of the voluptuous blonde school nurse, bent in total subjugation between his legs, stripped completely to the waist, was about to drive Kenny out of his mind. It gave him a sense of power and self-confidence he'd never experienced before in his life, and already he was beginning to feel like a completely different person, like a real man.
As Kenny began to hunch ruthlessly up and down on the couch beneath her sucking lips, Clare further intensified her lust-inspired tongue swirlings. Again and again she felt the desire-inflamed hardness of the young boy's cock shove ruthlessly into her yielding mouth, the eagerly pulsing head plunging down the full length of her tongue to embed itself so far in the back of her throat as the teenager squirmed his loins even harder into her face. She closed her eyes, purring softly around the violating rod of flesh and swishing her tongue wildly around the throbbing head. Gradually she was beginning to shed her inhibitions, immersing herself body and soul without restraint in the lewd act of sucking the young boy's penis. She concentrated all her efforts on it, making gurgling noises deep in her throat, yielding her soft warm mouth up totally for his pleasure. She sucked ravenously, forgetting everything but the masochistic pleasure welling up in her belly from her obscene subjugation, already beginning to hunger for the sweet tasting semen she knew must even now be starting to well up in the boy's testicles.
Then a shudder passed through Clare's whole naked body as Kenny dropped his hand from her hair down to the whitely exposed flesh of her shoulders, running his fingers quickly beneath her arms to caress and massage the ripely swollen mounds of her breasts. She trembled, sliding forward to give the young boy even greater access to the vibrant flesh of her breasts, though this made it necessary for her to crane her neck to reach his penis, and the strain was almost unbearable. But she knew it wouldn't be long until Kenny came. She could feel the desire building through the youngster's body, manifested most clearly in the violent upward thrusts of his hips that drove the palpitating head of his cock deeper and harder into her mouth and throat, prompting even more distant sounding mewls of lust incited submission to spew from her lips around the saliva slickened base of his cock. And now her own body was beginning to come savagely to life as Kenny's fingers continued to tweak and rub at the sensitive little buds of her nipples. Every inch of her softly voluptuous flesh was demanding contact, sensation, a physical reward in exchange for offering her mouth for Kenny's exploitation.
At last, with a sudden desperate whimper, Clare raised her head, letting Kenny's hotly twitching cock slip slowly from her mouth. Her face flushed red with passion, she gazed up pleadingly at the face of the young boy, who now looked back at her in surprise and disappointment.
"Touch me too, Kenny," she said in a cracking voice. "I mean, touch me down between my legs."
"I want..." Kenny began, biting his lip. "Miss Bancroft, I want to fuck you."
Clare did not think she'd been so tempted by anything in her whole life. Her whole body was crying out with want, and it was a want she knew could be completely satisfied only by having Kenny's rigid little cock between her legs, up inside her pussy. But she couldn't let herself do it. Somehow she had to deny herself that ultimate satisfaction, or she knew she would bear a guilt for what she'd done for the rest of her life.
"No, Kenny," Clare said after an extended moment's hesitation. "No, I can't let you do that."
Then, her whole body trembling, she stood up, holding her uniform loosely at her waist to keep it from dropping to the floor, and moved forward to take a seat beside Kenny on the couch. With trembling hands she pulled the uniform skirt up to bunch it about her waist, now also completely exposing the lower part of her body except for her thin, revealing panties.
"No, Kenny," she repeated. "Just play with my pussy. And I'll finish sucking you off."
Kenny stared in surprise as the school nurse again bent her face toward his loins and the nakedly palpitating shaft of his fully erected cock.
Then, just as she was about to take it back into her mouth, he felt compelled, in spite of all his eagerness, to speak: "But Miss Bancroft, I don't think I can take much more of that. I'm going to cum any minute."
"I know, Kenny," Clare said, gazing up at the young boy through watery eyes. "I want you to cum. I want you to cum in my mouth."
As Kenny blinked in surprise, Clare dropped her lips back to the rigidly protruding cock-head, her tongue swiping softly over the smooth bulbous tip. Then another mewl of submission issued from deep in her throat as the boy spontaneously lunged his buttocks back upwards to drive the resilient shaft of flesh again deep into her welcoming mouth, and her own body jerked in wanton abandon as she felt the young boy's hands move down over the sensitive skin of her naked thighs.
Kenny groaned, hunching his buttocks furiously upward to ram his urgently pulsing cock mercilessly into Miss Bancroft's mouth, his eyes feasting hungrily on the sight of her softly contoured thighs and the shadowy triangle of pubic hair he could just distinguish beneath her flimsy, nearly transparent panties.
Clare's whole body tensed as she felt Kenny's hand touch one of her inner thighs, and move eagerly up along the straining tendon. She was completely naked now except for her panties and her nurse's uniform, now folded about her waist so it did nothing to protect her body, and her sheer vulnerability only further increased her already almost uncontrollable passion. Her wantonly submissive mewling around the thrusting shaft of Kenny's cock intensified and she continued her fervent sucking as his fingers suddenly up inside the tight elastic leg band of her panties to brush teasingly into the softly curling strands of hair that lined her pulsating cuntal slit.
Then a muffled wail issued from deep in her throat as she felt the first shuddering contact of Kenny's finger stroking right up the moistened slit of her pussy to the rigidly throbbing bud of her clitoris inside her panties.
For a moment Clare was stunned to complete immobility by the sheer raw sensation. Then she resumed the frenzied bobbing of her head and the eager sucking of her lips around the young boy's pulsing cock as Kenny's other hand seized the tight waistband at the top of her panties, working them slowly down off the half-moons of her buttocks. She lifted her hips up from the couch to let him pull the panties lower, to her mid-thighs, where he left them clinging at her knees. Then an even more violent shiver passed through her loins as his finger stroked softly back up the sensitive and forbidden crack between them, brushing lightly into the softly moistening inner flesh of her cunt.
As Kenny slowly parted the flanged lips of Clare's pussy to worm his finger up into her inner vaginal flesh, the bobbing of her head increased over his wildly undulating loins. Her teeth scratched lightly up and down over the sensitive skin of his cock and her tongue still swiping and twirling madly around the hotly palpitating head. Then her buttocks began to twitch and jerk backward and forward on the cushion of the couch as Kenny's thumb found contact with her clitoris to begin to tweak and stroke it madly even as he initiated a slow teasing finger-fucking rhythm in and out of the sensitive inner tightness of her forbidden pussy. She moaned deeply around the throbbing cock-shaft that filled her mouth, then stiffened as she felt Kenny tense beneath her, an even louder groan coming to his lips.
"Uh-oh, Miss Bancroft!" Kenny gasped, his buttocks sinking down onto the cushion as he tried to gain control over his own maddening want. "I'm going to cum. I can't help it. I just can't hold it any longer."
Clare knew that Kenny was not exaggerating. He was on the verge of ejaculation, and frantically she began to jerk and writhe her own hips, squirming the softness of her pussy even more frenziedly back and forth on the slender finger that was still shoved deep inside it straining desperately to attain her own urgently needed release with the boy. At the same time she dropped her lips even lower around the throbbing shaft of his cock, holding it deep in her mouth. She'd never let a man cum there before, not even her ex-fiance, but she was determined to do this for Kenny. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted his triumph, his discovery of his own masculinity, to be complete, and short of letting him actually have sexual intercourse with her she knew that was the only way to accomplish her purpose. And in spite of herself, there was another reason for her unnatural willingness. Now she literally hungered for the precious life-giving sperm she knew this very minute was racing up from Kenny's testicles toward its mad ejaculation between her lips, and she wanted it, wanted to swallow every lewd hot drop of it.
Then, an instant later, Clare felt the first searing droplets of the warm fresh-tasting sperm coming spewing into her mouth. She gulped, and her Adam's apple bobbed in rhythm as she swallowed to keep from choking. At almost the same instant, her own passion heightened by this ultimate masochistic surrender, she felt the first distant waves begin up inside her own loins. This was going to be the fastest climax she'd ever achieved in her life, but she couldn't help it. All her defenses had been shattered by her lewd submission to her warped and obscene lust. Her body had been like a tightly wound coil, begging for release, and just the brief contact of Kenny's finger up inside the softness of her yielding pussy flesh and his thumb tweaking frenziedly over the sensitive little bud of her clitoris was enough to drive her to the brink of ecstasy. That, combined with the masochistic bliss of having him shoot off in her mouth, of tasting and swallowing the hot tangy droplets of his cum in total submission, was enough to drive her over that brink.
Kenny sensed what was happening as the waves of orgasm began to course through the young school nurse's naked body, and instinctively he began to thrust his finger even more swiftly in and out of the quivering warmth of her cunt as his own buttocks continued their wild lunging in and out of her mouth and he pumped every drop of his hot virgin semen straight into her throat. He felt a raw surge of power like he'd never experienced in his life, and it seemed there was no end to the ceaselessly spurting sperm that continued to surge in great hot waves up from the tightly stretched sac of his testicles. Kenny had no longer any doubts about himself. He was a man, and it had only taken a voluptuous woman like Miss Bancroft to prove that to him!
Then at last the youngster sighed, his hips sinking in exhaustion down onto the office couch as the last drop of cum seeped from the little glans at the tip of his cock and into Miss Bancroft's mouth. Clare closed her eyes, the shivers of delight continuing to course through her naked body for a, few minutes longer before she sagged tiredly on the edge of the couch, laying her head softly over Kenny's loins as she gasped to catch her breath. She felt his penis begin to deflate, and after a moment she let it drop from her mouth. Then, sighing, she raised up, smiling softly and watching Kenny through narrowed eyes.
"I don't guess you have any doubts about yourself now, do you?" Clare asked in a soft voice. "You're no homosexual."
Kenny hesitated for a moment. Then he frowned. "I... I hope you're right, Miss Bancroft. At least... I think this was a start in the right direction. But I'm still not sure. I'd like to come and see you again tomorrow to make sure."
CHAPTER FOUR
Swelling with pride, Kenny left the school infirmary and strode swiftly across the campus to The Canteen, the soda-fountain run by the school which, short of going into town, was about the only place to hang out during free hours. Just inside the door he paused, carefully scanning the length of the oblong lounge. There was no one special around this afternoon - though for that matter there was no one in the whole school that Kenny really considered special. He just didn't have any close friends here. But that was something Kenny was certain would be changing now. Technically he might still be a virgin, but tomorrow afternoon when he went back to see Nurse Bancroft at the infirmary that problem would be cleared up forever. And already Kenny had experienced something else, something even more exciting than plain old sexual intercourse, and he doubted most of the boys around school who considered themselves studs had ever even dreamed of anything so far out. He'd had his cock sucked, not by some stupid freshman girl, but by a real woman, the school nurse.
Then at the far end of The Canteen, Kenny spotted Linda Blake, Tommy Garrett's girl friend, seated alone at the rear table. Kenny hesitated for a moment, as Linda watched him teasingly with her big brown eyes. Then, fumbling in his pocket for a quarter, he made his way up to the counter, bought a root beer, and started back toward the rear table. Kenny had taken a lot of crap off Linda and a few of the other looser freshman girls, but that was something else that was going to change. In fact, he thought it was probably the attitude of Linda and her friends even more than that of his male contemporaries that had led him to fear that he was a homosexual. And one thing of which Kenny had no doubt whatsoever at the moment was his masculinity. And he was determined to see that from now on no one else around the school had any doubts about it either.
"Hello, Linda," the determined youngster said as he reached the rear table. "Mind if I sit down with you?"
The brunette shrugged, still watching him with a teasing smile. Then she blew an enormous bubble and popped it with her fingernail as Kenny slid down under the bench across from her and began to sip his root beer.
"Where's Tommy?" he asked after a moment.
"Him and Billy are practicing baseball," Linda said. She stared to blow another bubble, apparently changed her mind, and switched her mocking gaze onto Kenny's face.
"You're not coming out to the baseball team this year, Kenny?"
"No, no I don't think so."
The smile on Linda's voluptuous lips broadened. "What's the matter, doesn't Miss Bancroft like baseball?"
Kenny blushed, staring angrily at the shapely brunette. Then, with considerable effort he manufactured a thin smile on his lips. "I'm just not that much of an athlete. Not for outdoor sports anyway."
Linda giggled. "Now don't tell me you've been over at the infirmary playing indoor sports?"
For a moment Kenny was too shocked to even speak. Then he regained his composure. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, I just saw you going in there after last period. I guess you were just thanking her for getting your trousers back."
"Miss Bancroft is a nice woman," Kenny said. "And good-looking too."
"And she takes good care of you too. It's almost like having a mother away from home when you're at boarding school, isn't it, Kenny?"
Again Kenny felt the anger flare in his breast. But he was quick to camouflage it with another false smile. Then the strangest thing happened. As his gaze dropped from Linda's sultry face down to the inviting swells of her firm young breasts, clearly outlined in the tight sweater that she wore, he felt a twitch in the crotch of his trousers. Incredible as it seemed, he was getting an erection. Less than half an hour ago he'd ejaculated in the school nurse's mouth. He'd pumped a bigger load of cum than he'd even believed he had straight down her throat. And now, just from looking at Linda, he was getting another hard-on. But that wasn't the worst of it. The worst was that now Kenny was even hornier than he had been before the school nurse sucked him off.
"What's the matter, Kenny?" Linda asked teasingly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Kenny blinked. He hesitated for a moment, then dropped his hand down close to Linda's where it rested on the table. Then he looked her straight in the eye, then spoke in a slow sincere voice: "I'd let you take my pants off any time you wanted to, Linda. Any time, as long as it's just you and me."
For an extended moment Linda appeared too shocked to even speak. Then she jerked her hand away and stood up abruptly, glaring down angrily. "Why you little punk!" she gasped. "I find it really hard to believe I heard you correctly, Kenny."
She stood beside the table for a moment, her lips quivering, then turned and walked past Kenny down the length of The Canteen toward the door, her buttocks twitching invitingly in her tight-fitting Levi's as she moved. Watching her go, Kenny grinned to himself. He hadn't expected her to get so mad. But he thought the anger was probably merely a manifestation of surprise. And he had accomplished one thing. He'd let Linda know he did like girls, which was at least a start.
At the door, Linda paused and looked back again. Kenny met her gaze with the same kind of mocking grin with which she'd greeted him as he entered The Canteen. Flustered, the brunette looked away and stepped quickly out the door. Then she saw her boy friend Tommy and Billy White emerging from the locker room of the gymnasium and started quickly across the campus toward them.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Tommy asked as Linda walked up to him.
Linda shook her head. "I've never been so infuriated in my life."
"What's the matter?"
"That punk, Kenny Williams! He propositioned me."
Tommy frowned thoughtfully. "He did what?"
"He propositioned me," Linda repeated. "Well, not in so many words. But that was the jist of it. I couldn't be more insulted if he had come right out and said it. Who does he think he is? Who does he think I am? Some cheap slut or something?"
"Where'd this happen?" Tommy asked in a controlled voice.
"Just now. Over in The Canteen."
"Well, that little shit," Tommy muttered. "I'll teach him to get fresh with my girl."
"Well, I wish you would," Linda said. "I don't know what got into him. He's been to the infirmary with Miss Bancroft all afternoon, and then he walked into The Canteen and propositioned me. I just wish you would really teach him a lesson."
"What did you say?" Tommy asked, pausing.
"I said I wish you would teach him a lesson," the young girl repeated.
"I mean before," Tommy insisted. "About Miss Bancroft."
Linda shrugged. "I just said he'd been at the infirmary all afternoon. I guess he was thanking her for rescuing him the other day."
Tommy pondered this for a moment. "He was at the infirmary all afternoon, and then he walks in and makes a pass at you?"
"That's right," Linda nodded.
"I don't guess he's ever done anything like that before?"
"Of course not," Linda said. "He's usually a little angel."
"Very interesting," Tommy said. Then he turned to his friend Billy. "Did you see the way Miss Bancroft was looking at him when she took him his trousers?"
"What do you mean?" Billy asked.
"When she handed him his trousers. Didn't you see the way she was staring at him?"
"I dunno. I guess," said Billy.
"Well, I saw it," Tommy insisted. "She was staring at him, man. Like she was obsessed." He paused for a moment. "I think we'll just keep an eye on little Kenny for the next few days. I've got a feeling there's something fishy going on."
CHAPTER FIVE
Tommy Garrett and Billy White waited behind the hedge at the corner of the gymnasium, from which they could clearly watch the infirmary, after the next day's final class period. Tommy, though he'd-just turned fifteen, had lost his own virginity almost three years previously to a high school girl he'd met in a movie theater. But he could still clearly remember the change it had wrought on his own character. And, incredible as it seemed, it looked to Tommy like little Kenny Williams, whom he had been observing closely all day long, was going through the same kind of change now. And though Tommy found it kind of hard to believe, he knew that if Kenny had lost his virginity it could only have been to the sexy nurse of the school, Miss Bancroft.
But nearly twenty eventless minutes passed, and Tommy was about to give up and conclude he'd been mistaken when Kenny finally appeared at the rear exit of the main class building, looked nervously about, and started hastily across the campus lawn toward the infirmary.
"Jesus Christ," Billy White gasped. "You know, you may be right. That's where he's going. He's going to the infirmary."
"You're damn right he's going to the infirmary," said Tommy. "And we are too. As soon as he gets inside."
The two boys waited excitedly until Kenny reached the front of the infirmary. They watched him knock quickly at the door. Then it was opened and he disappeared inside.
"All right, let's go see what he's up to," Tommy said.
The two boys made their way hurriedly across the campus toward the door of the infirmary where Kenny had entered.
"What do we do now?" Billy asked when they reached it.
"Ssshhhhh, I don't know. Let's see if we can hear anything."
Tommy glanced quickly about to make sure no one was watching him, then tiptoed up the steps and pressed his ear to the door. He listened intently for a moment before looking back at Billy.
"Hear anything?" asked Billy. "Yeah, they were talking."
"About what?"
"I don't know," said Tommy. "I can't hear it good enough. And now they've gone down the hall."
He waited for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face, then tried the door handle.
"The goddamn thing's locked," he said, looking back seriously at his friend.
"Jesus Christ. Then you must have been right."
"I guess I was." Again Tommy paused thoughtfully before he added: "Let's see if we can find a window to look in."
Tommy descended the steps quickly and led the way around the corner toward the rear of the infirmary.
"They must be in the ward, if they're really doing what I think they're doing," he said excitedly. "Let's see if we can see them through that window."
"Just a minute," said Billy touching Tommy's shoulder to stop him as he was about to continue along the rear of the infirmary toward the ward window.
"What's the matter?"
"Look back here," Billy muttered grimly. "It's Superintendent Moore, and it looks like he's coming this way."
Tommy moved quickly back to the comer of the building, and peered cautiously around.
"Goddamn it," he said under his breath.
"Is he coming this way?" Billy asked.
"Yeah."
"What do you think we should do?"
"Well, we can't hardly let Kenny get in trouble, can we? Not to mention Miss Bancroft - at least before we get our share of the action too."
Tommy hesitated thoughtfully for a moment, then took a deep breath, and extracted a cigarette from his shirt pocket.
"Jesus Christ, man," Billy said. "That's going to cost you at least two weekends' restriction."
"I know. Let's just hope it's two weekends I spend with Miss Bancroft."
Tommy put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it, inhaled deeply, then strode briskly out into the bright sunlight and back across campus toward the gymnasium. It was only a matter of seconds before Superintendent Moore saw what he was doing and diverted his own course to intercept him.
Inside the infirmary, Kenny had problems of his own. All day long the young freshman boy had had but one thing on his mind. This afternoon he was finally going to get a real piece of ass. As thrilling as it had been to have the school nurse suck him off until he ejaculated into her mouth, the act had left him, nonetheless, feeling incomplete. Because technically he was still a virgin. Up until this minute, he'd never had the slightest doubt that this condition would change today. But now Miss Bancroft was balking.
"Wait a minute, Kenny," Clare said in a strained voice as the young boy took her by the hand and led her toward the deserted three bed ward at the rear of the infirmary. "I have to explain something to you."
Clare knew this was going to be one of the most difficult things she had ever done in her life. But she'd thought about it all last night and all this morning and she knew she had no other choice. She had to refuse Kenny. No matter how much he wanted her, and no matter if she might want him herself, she had to say no. By a most distant stretching of the imagination she might be able to at least partially justify yesterday's action. She had believed Kenny when he'd said that he feared he was a homosexual, and it had been her sincere efforts to disuade him from this presumption that had led her to finally sucking his cock and letting him cum in her mouth. She had accidentally let herself go too far. But after that there could be no further doubt about Kenny's masculinity. If she continued her relationship with him, if today she did what she wanted to do so desperately - to actually have sexual intercourse with the cute fourteen year old boy - there could never be any justification. She would be guilty of statutory rape and contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and she knew she could never get over the remorse she would feel.
"Kenny, what happened yesterday can't happen again. We can't go on like this."
"Oh, that's all right," Kenny said hopefully. "I don't want to do that again. Today I just want to make love to you, the way people always do."
"That's not what I mean," Clare said in exasperation. "Everything has to stop. Everything between us has to stop."
"But I thought you liked me, Miss Bancroft?"
"I do like you, Kenny. Perhaps I like you too much for my own good. That's why it all has to stop. Now."
Kenny looked ruefully down at the floor for a moment, then slowly lifted his eyes to meet the blonde school nurse's desperate gaze. He could remember only too clearly how she'd looked yesterday with her uniform hanging loose from her waist to completely reveal the voluptuous curves of her naked torso, and the mere thought caused his penis to twitch urgently inside his jockey shorts. He just had to fuck her today. Somehow he just had to.
"Do you understand, Kenny?" Clare asked, lowering her voice.
"No. I thought you wanted to ... to have sex with me today."
"Maybe I did," Clare admitted. "Maybe I still do, but it's out of the question. It's impossible. And now I just want you to go."
Kenny knew he had to think fast. He could see Miss Bancroft was tempted, and if he could just tilt the balance everything would be all right. And there was only one approach he knew to try. Hanging his head, the young boy let the nurse's hand slip from his. He half turned to the door, looking down in despair. Then he slowly pivoted back, his face contorted into an expression of unbearable grief.
"I guess I am a homosexual," he said after a moment. "I didn't make you happy yesterday, or you'd never turn me away today."
Clare almost sobbed aloud. She couldn't believe Kenny still had his doubts, but by the same token she could hardly imagine that he could manufacture such a sadness as his expression revealed.
"That's not true, Kenny," Clare managed in a cracking voice. "You're not a homosexual, and you couldn't have possibly proven that more clearly than you did yesterday. You're very masculine. Very very masculine."
"But..." Kenny began. "But... what we did yesterday, Miss Bancroft, that's exactly what queers do. They suck each other off."
"Oh my God, Kenny," Clare gasped. "Please Kenny, understand: Heterosexuals do it too."
"I thought heterosexuals fucked," Kenny blurted sullenly.
Hearing that blunt statement with all its lurid implications coming from Kenny's lips almost paralyzed Clare. For a moment she couldn't speak, and she could almost feel the color drain from her face. Yet in spite of everything her whole body was on fire with the unfulfilled need raging through her loins. She could still remember vividly the sight of his small hard cock standing up in literally pulsing erection as he'd lain on his back on the couch yesterday, still feel its vibrant resilience violating the softness of her mouth, still taste the fresh virgin droplets of cum shooting down her throat. In spite of his crude approach, she wanted him now more desperately than she had ever wanted anything in her life. And she almost wished she could believe what he was saying was really true. She wished he did fear that he was a homosexual. Then she would at least have that excuse, flimsy as it might have been. But she knew he wasn't sincere. After yesterday he just couldn't be, despite the warped logic he managed to insert into the debate with his last vulgar remark.
Kenny watched the school nurse silently for a moment. He saw her face blanch, and from the hastened rise and fall of her voluptuous breasts he could tell her breathing was strained. And he knew he had to make his move now. She was off balance, vulnerable, and this would be his only chance.
Then Clare's eyes flared open wide as Kenny stepped suddenly toward her, extending his hand boldly toward her body.
"Oh no, Kenny. Please don't touch me now," Clare gasped desperately.
The blonde nurse retreated backwards into the infirmary ward, her eyes frenzied, a soft whimper of protest rising in her throat as Kenny thrust his hand up to the heaving swell of one of her breasts, crushing his palm down hard against the straining mound.
"No, Kenny!" she whimpered, looking down in a mixture of horror and excitement as the young boy shoved his body up against hers, his hand ruthlessly massaging the sensitively swollen mound of her breast. Then he reached quickly around the firmly squirming ripeness of her buttocks as his loins drove hard up against her softly inviting thighs, and he bounced suddenly onto his tiptoes, his mouth crushing eagerly against Clare's sensuously parted lips and his tongue flicking wetly between them as his hand descended lower on the cleft firmness of her tightly rounded ass cheeks.
The young nurse clenched her eyes tightly shut, struggling with all her will against the uncontrollable sensations surging out through her softly voluptuous flesh. But the urgent kneading of Kenny's fingers into the sensitive firmness of her ripely cleft buttocks and the shocking pressure of his erected cock, straining against the tightness of his Levi's and thrust right up against her sensitive loins brought moans of lust and passion to her lips that she could not quell. Everything was confused in her mind. She wanted this beautiful smooth-skinned boy. God help her, she wanted him in spite of all rational process, and she knew she was fast approaching the point at which she would no longer be capable of thwarting his advance.
Then the voluptuous blonde gasped aloud, sucking her breath in hoarsely as Kenny began to lift the material of her skirt, working it slowly up the length of her softly contoured thighs. She made a faint effort to tug away from him as the hem of her uniform was pulled completely up off the clenching ripeness of her ass cheeks, scarcely protected by the flimsy panties she wore. Then her body jerked in a spasm of mixed delight and protest as the boy's fingers dropped eagerly down into the tight elastic waistband of her panties in back and moved with lewdly searing effect down the sensitive crack between her defensively clenching ass cheeks.
"Oh no!" Clare gasped. "Don't do that to me, Kenny. Please don't do that. I can't stand it."
Clare squirmed wildly, now in panic as she felt the young student's fingers inch lower along the forbidden crack between her futilely clenching buttocks and stroke suddenly right over the tightly contracted hole of her puckered anus. Then an even more wanton shiver coursed through her loins as his finger brushed lightly over the tender little membrane to move up between her thighs over the soft curls of her pussy from behind, beginning to slowly part the flanged lips of her cunt and worm softly up into the moisture and warmth of the gently yielding little slit.
Spontaneous mewls of passion rose in the lust-crazed school nurse's throat as she sucked the fourteen year old's tongue deeper into her mouth, now squirming the fullness of her breasts eagerly against his chest, grinding her pelvis forward against the threatening bulge of his cock that shoved up in his tight Levi's to press with maddening effect up against the sensitive mound of her pussy on the outside of her uniform skirt. She was losing the battle. Her whole body was crying out with a need too desperate to be denied, and with her skirt pulled up at the back completely off her hardly protected buttocks, and serving just barely to protect her panty-clad pussy from the eagerly throbbing hardness of Kenny's erect cock, there was no way for her to regain control over her lust. She was beaten. There was no further reason to even try to resist. She had to be fucked, and she had to be fucked right now.
"All right, Kenny," Clare sobbed in final surrender. "I'll do it. You can ... fuck me." Kenny almost groaned with relief as he heard those words from the school nurse's mouth. He'd really begun to think that he wasn't going to succeed in seducing her, that he was going to remain, in spite of everything that had happened yesterday, a virgin. And once he'd gotten his hopes up, the young boy thought he could hardly have borne another disappointment.
Gently Clare urged the youngster back away from her. She knew what she was doing was wrong. And, worse, it was insane, an invitation to catastrophe. But, she supposed, after what had happened yesterday, it had probably been inevitable. Her vow to refuse Kenny was from the start a hopeless folly. And now she no longer cared. Nothing mattered, nothing at all but that she have what she wanted, that she quell this all-consuming lust before it drove her completely out of her mind.
With an unconsciously sultry smile, Clare reached up and began to quickly undo the buttons down the front of her uniform. She loosened them all the way down to her navel, the act of undressing now that she'd decided to go through with the forbidden act of sexual intercourse with a fourteen year old boy only further heightening her lewd anticipation. She watched Kenny's eyes bulge with excitement as she quickly pushed the top of her uniform from her shoulders and with a slight wriggling of her hips she let it fall completely to the floor about her ankles. Then, her hand trembling, Clare reached behind her back to undo the snap of her brassiere.
Kenny watched eagerly as Miss Bancroft stripped before him. The sexy blonde nurse's eyes were glossed over, her voluptuous body swaying as if in a gentle dance as she pushed the straps of the brassiere from her shoulders and let it fall away to suddenly reveal the twin mounds of her voluptuous breasts. He had seen them yesterday. He had even touched them. But today it was still different. Because today he was going to actually fuck Miss Bancroft, and Kenny knew that there was nothing which could stop him now. She'd passed the point of no return.
Clare hesitated, now clad only in her flimsy panties, which hung low on her flaring hips to reveal the top half of the forbidden crack between her tight sensuous ass cheeks and gave Kenny a tantalizing glimpse of the first few strands of curling pubic hair several inches below her navel. She could see the eagerness the young boy's eyes shone with as his gaze roved hungrily over the inviting curves of her exposed body and his excitement, the obvious thrill he was experiencing, only intensified her own surging lust.
"Now you take your clothes off too, Kenny," Clare said in soft voice.
"Yes ma'am," Kenny replied, his face flushing from his slight embarrassment. Then nervously he began to strip off his own clothing.
Clare watched through sultry, narrowed eyes as he hesitantly pulled off his shirt. Kenny was frail in stature, almost skinny. Yet somehow now that frailty only further excited Clare. The boy's youth and innocence, his diminutive stature and his doubts about himself all appealed to a perverse aggressive quality in Clare's nature that she hadn't known even existed. It seemed as though a variation of suppressed motherly instinct had surfaced, manifested in a warped and depraved lust.
Clare let Kenny undress until he wore only his Levi's, then said in a lusty voice: "Wait a minute, Kenny. Now come and finish undressing me. Take my panties off."
Obviously relieved, Kenny stepped eagerly back to her. Clare closed her eyes, feeling the youngster's breath blow lightly over her already ripely swollen nipples as he reached down to seize the tight waistband of her panties and pull them slowly the rest of the way down off her flaring ass cheeks, teasingly exposing the thinly curling hair between her smooth white thighs as he did so. Then another shiver of anticipation and longing coursed wildly through the nurse's naked body as the panties dropped down her thighs and Kenny leaned again toward her, pressing his face hungrily in the wide valley between her voluptuously formed breasts, his lips caressing softly over the sensitively tingling bud of one of her ripely swollen nipples.
Putting her hand to Kenny's shoulder to steady herself, Clare stepped quickly out of her panties. Then she moaned deeply as the youngster's hand dropped back to her naked body and he pulled her to him, his fingers digging eagerly into the softly vibrant flesh of her trembling buttocks, the surging erection of his penis thrusting up inside his trousers to press hard against her now completely defenseless loins and prompt a hoarse whimper of excitement from deep in her throat.
"Oh yes, Kenny," Clare purred as she felt Kenny's fingers move again between her satiny buttocks and down toward the softness of her thighs from the rear to come back into sharply tantilizing contact with the little hair-lined slit of her pussy. "Oh yes, that feels so good, Kenny! That feels so good."
Then as Kenny's middle finger wormed slowly back up into the warm enveloping tightness of Clare's already moistened pussy, her legs almost went limp. Her vision blurred and for a moment she was aware of nothing but the searing thickness of his finger in her cunt and the fiery ball of lust in her belly that demanded immediate release no matter what she had to do to obtain it. She couldn't wait any longer. All her resistance had been broken down and now she had to have the hard young cock she could feel brushing from within Kenny's trousers against her sensitive loins inside her.
At last, with a soft gasp, the desire-crazed young nurse pushed Kenny back from her, a little moan of frustration rising in her throat as his hands slipped from between her thighs. "Come on, Kenny," she said in a trembling voice. "Take your clothes off and let's lie down on one of the infirmary beds."
At this point Kenny was past even being embarrassed at having Miss Bancroft see him without his pants. He was every bit as excited as she was, and the fact that she had already stripped completely naked before him made the act of pulling off his own trousers and drawers much easier. Then, his penis thrust up in completely exposed erection, he went willingly as Clare took his hand and pulled him toward one of the beds.
Clare sighed softly, reclining on her back on the bed, almost closing her eyes as she urged the young boy up beside her. Then her body began to writhe in unresisting invitation as she spread her thighs wide and the young boy climbed on top of her and lowered himself gently between them. She felt him tremble above her and reached down with one of her hands to take his surging shaft of young penile flesh and guide it up toward the ready softness of her loins. Then her body quivered in anticipation as she felt the warm rubbery head brush against her sensitive pussy flesh, prodding threateningly right up between the softly parted hps.
"Now, Kenny," Clare groaned. "Fuck me. Come on and fuck me."
The passion-crazed nurse moved her hands around to seize his buttocks, pulling him downward and arching her hips up in spite of the first faint stab of pain she experienced as the rubbery cock-head slipped between her softly resisting pussy lips and began to worm slowly up inside the sensitive inner flesh.
"Oh yes!" Clare gasped, her buttocks jerking in a frantic spasm to the shocking violation. Then her body quivered even more wildly as Kenny shoved forward again, and she moaned aloud, lunging her hips up swiftly and spreading her thighs even wider apart as she felt the palpitating rod of cock flesh slip slowly upward into her pulsing cuntal opening. Gradually the hard penis burrowed into the softly resisting walls, deeper and deeper until she was completely skewered and felt his balls slap lightly down in between the crack of her ass-cheeks against her tightly puckered anus.
It had been a long time since Clare had had sexual intercourse with a man, and in spite of the fact that Kenny was not at all well-endowed, his hard little penis now seemed enormous inside her. She felt completely filled, and for a moment she was hardly able to even move.
Kenny, for another reason, was in the same predicament. He'd never experienced anything in his life like the feel of Miss Bancroft's glove-tight pussy clasping so warmly around the throbbing hard shaft of his cock. And for those first few moments he thought if he even twitched he'd cum immediately.
But instinct told him he'd have to do better than that. He'd heard some of the other boys talking about how you had to really please a woman the first time you went to bed with her or she wouldn't do it again, and Kenny was determined that this would not be the last time he fucked Miss Bancroft. For a moment he just held his breath and waited, then, exerting all his control on the lust raging throughout his testicles and loins, the fourteen year old boy slowly began to move.
Clare moaned, her impaled body jerking in a sudden spasm of ecstasy from the sheer raw sensations as she felt Kenny's cock begin to slowly skewer in and out of her cunt. Little insane ripples of pleasure tingled through the nerve ends of her flesh as he snuggled his face down to her highly arched breasts, his tongue flicking wetly over one of the tiny nipple buds as he began to increase, the length of his strokes, burrowing the head of his cock deeper and deeper up inside her lust tortured loins, prompting involuntary contractions about the surging shaft as Clare's body began to respond.
"Oh yes, Kenny. Yes, you're doing just fine," Clare soothed as she sensed the young boy was gaining confidence, felt him begin to further lengthen the still almost tender strokes of his palpitating cock up into the sensitively moistened flesh of her cunt. She whimpered through bared teeth, bringing her hands down to stroke eagerly through his hair and hold his face to her breast. Slowly she intensified the undulating motions of her own naked buttocks, lunging her body forcibly up against the boy to almost lift him off the bed, little mewlings pouring from her throat as his hands began to explore over her lightly perspiring flesh.
Kenny could feel the urgent shuddering of Miss Bancroft's warm pussy flesh around the blood-swollen head of his penis, the wetly clasping cuntal softness beginning a lewd sucking at the base of his cock shaft as he thrust and shoved harder and deeper into her skewered loins. Now the school nurse's cries of passion were growing louder. Her teeth were gritted, her blue eyes open and bright with fiery lust. Her head moved from side to side on the thin cot mattress, whipping her blonde hair softly over her naked shoulders, and her buttocks now jerked frenziedly in an obscene rolling motion that varied and intensified the friction of Kenny's impaling rod of cock flesh until he could hardly control himself. Her body was really coming to life now in a maddeningly electric excitement that began deep in her cunt and flowered relentlessly up to all of her naked flesh. She was obsessed, tossing and writhing each instant more savagely in response to the wanton titillation of her prone and naked body.
"Oh God, it feels so good, Kenny!" Clare moaned into the naked boy's ears, her fingers clawing at his back and moving down to seize his naked buttocks and guide his racking lunges into the yielding softness of her snugly clasping pussy.
Above her Kenny groaned, his fingers clawing at Clare's nakedly trembling breasts, searching eagerly over the exposed flesh of her voluptuous body. The fourteen year old knew he was going to cum soon, but he was determined to hold it off as long as he could. He had Miss Bancroft where he wanted her now, and he knew if he could just satisfy her he'd be able to fuck her again and again. And he knew she was getting excited. The fourteen year old had only the vaguest conception of what a female orgasm was, having read about the subject in one of the psychiatric manuals he checked out from the library in town when he'd thought he was a homosexual, but even Kenny couldn't miss the significance of the almost incessant stream of moans and whimpers that poured from the blonde nurse's full parted hps, and the frenzied arching and tossing of her naked loins beneath him.
"Oh Kenny," Clare moaned. "Oh Kenny. OOoooooooh."
The little quivers racing through the school nurse's flesh were coming more and more frequently. Reality and its chains were fading in the face of the relentless onslaught of her lust and passion. Her body was tingling all over, and already she was beginning to feel the first distant flutters far up inside her loins.
Then suddenly Kenny stiffened. He heard a lower, more distant moan escape from Miss Bancroft's throat as his cock twitched spontaneously deep inside her skewered loins and a chill shot down the length of his spine. He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to regain the control he'd suddenly lost. But it was hopeless. He was going to cum. He couldn't hold it back any longer.
Then an almost unimaginable thrill welled in the young boy's breast as he heard the school nurse's next statement: "Yes, Kenny! Come on. Cum!"
The young freshman needed no further encouragement. Deep gasps rising in his throat, Kenny drew his lust-inflamed penis almost its entire length out of Miss Bancroft's smothering cunt so that merely the head remained embedded between the warmly clasping hps. He hesitated briefly, then with a mighty lunge he rammed forward, beginning a staccato series of thrusts to drive his aching cock-shaft in a frenzied rhythm in and out of the desperately writhing woman's tight little pussy. And almost at the same time Kenny felt the cum surge up from his testicles and begin to squirt in hot thick droplets from the glans at the tip of his cock, the even more devastating trembles began up inside the school nurse's loins.
"Yes, Kenny. Fuck me," she cried, her hands clawing desperately at the young boy's back and buttocks. "Fuck me as hard as you can!"
Clare threw her legs up in the air, locking her thighs around the teenager's back to form a straight sheath of her vagina as she felt his swiftly lunging penis twitch and throb far up inside her as he pumped the relentless droplets of spewing cum into her trembling pussy. Her body uncoiled even more wildly beneath the young boy, the waves of ecstasy welling up to the tingling tips of her breasts, blanking her mind to all but the raw sensation of the lunging body above her, the cock skewering and spurting deeper and deeper into her lustfully sucking cunt.
Kenny continued to slam down viciously against Miss Bancroft's writhing body, grunting and groaning as he ejaculated up into the flowering softness of her pussy until at last she sank down in exhaustion and lay almost still beneath him. Then slowly his own movements began to slacken off, and he felt her hands drop from his body and heard a deep sigh of relief well in her throat as he shot the last drop of his semen into her satiated belly and his no-longer-virginal penis began to slowly deflate.
CHAPTER SIX
Kenny started when he heard the brisk knock on the door of his dormitory room. He quickly placed the book he was reading, a how-to-do-it sex manual he'd had to steal from the drugstore in town, beneath his bed, and asked hesitantly: "Who is it?"
The door opened and Tommy Garrett stepped casually in, then pushed it slowly closed behind him and looked down at Kenny with a grin.
"Oh ... hello, Tommy," Kenny stammered, propping himself up against the head of his bed. "How have you been?"
Tommy shrugged, glancing skeptically around Kenny's neatly kept room. "Oh pretty good, I guess." He paused for a moment, watching the smaller youngster shrewdly. "Can't complain, anyway."
Kenny swallowed. "What... what brings you around here?"
"Oh, just passing time," Tommy said. He paused, then added slowly: "I was just wondering how you made out with Linda yesterday afternoon?"
Kenny felt his face blanch, and for an instant his throat was so dry he couldn't even speak. He stared, wide-eyed with fear, at the hulking athletic youngster in the doorway. "What do you mean?" he finally managed in a cracked voice.
"She was just telling me you just sort of hit on her yesterday, you know. Made a pass at her."
"I didn't mean anything, Tommy," Kenny said quickly. "Honest. I was just making conversation with her, and she was teasing me and everything about the school nurse rescuing me the other day. Getting my trousers from the flagpole."
"Don't get nervous, kid. I'm not worried about that. Anybody who wants to hit on my girl is welcome. Hell, if the other guys weren't interested I'd start thinking there was something wrong with her anyway."
"Oh gee, Tommy," Kenny blurted. "I wasn't really hitting on her. I was just talking to her. Really."
"What I was really wondering, though," Tommy continued, "is how she reacted. She told me she put you down. But sometimes I don't trust her. I always thought Linda kinda liked you anyway."
"She does?" Kenny asked, his mouth opening with surprise.
"I think so," Tommy said. "At least she sure was looking at you like she was interested that day when we took your pants off. Matter of fact, it was her idea."
"Her idea?"
"Yeah. Sort of anyway." He paused, thoughtful. "By the way, Miss Bancroft was sure looking at you funny too. She .was looking at you real hard, man, if you know what I mean."
"Miss Bancroft's a nurse," Kenny stammered, blushing. "So... she was probably just interested from a medical viewpoint, you know."
"Yeah sure."
"And anyway, Linda really did put me down. She wouldn't have had to, because I didn't mean anything. But I think she got the wrong idea."
"Good," Tommy said. "You can't be too careful with women. If you let them start screwing around with your friends, then you've really had it."
"-Yeah," Kenny agreed, relieved.
There was a moment of silence, then Tommy reached into his shirt pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. As Kenny watched apprehensively he lit it, inhaled deeply, and blew out a thick cloud of smoke.
"Hey, Tommy," he said after a moment. "I hate to say this, but I'd really appreciate it if you didn't smoke in my room. You know you get restricted to campus if they catch you, and ... "
Tommy took another deep drag. "Oh don't worry about that. Just open the window and the smell will go away by morning. I've been smoking up in my room ever since I was in the eighth grade and I haven't gotten caught." He paused. "Until today, that is."
"You got caught today?"
"Yeah. But not in the room. And it wasn't really exactly getting caught, either. Because I did it on purpose."
"But why'd you do that?" Kenny asked, frowning.
"Well, it was an emergency. Superintendent Moore was on his way to the infirmary, and I knew you were in there with Miss Bancroft, and the door was locked, so I thought something might be going on. Anyway, it just didn't seem like a good time to have the superintendent busting in there and the only way I could think of to divert him was to light up a cigarette and let him see me smoking it. It worked, but I got restricted on weekends for the rest of the month." Tommy paused for a moment, watching the other shrewdly. "You know, if you really tried I bet you could screw the school nurse."
"I have," Kenny said proudly. Then he frowned, looking down at the bed, realizing what a stupid thing that had been to say. But he'd spoken without even thinking, and now there was no way out of it. Kenny had spent the whole evening reading about things, he wanted to do with Miss Bancroft. Some of it was actually pretty weird, but Kenny had always had a strong imagination. And now with his sex manual to guide his fantasies, he'd come up with some really exciting ideas. And now, unless he could get Tommy to keep quiet about what he'd told him, all his plans would be fouled up.
Finally he lifted his eyes to the other boy's face. Tommy hadn't even blinked when he'd said he'd fucked the school nurse, but Kenny could see the look of admiration and envy in his eyes, and in spite of everything the small boy felt a swelling of pride in his breast.
"I'm not surprised," Tommy said finally. "I always had a lot of respect for you, Kenny, and I didn't figure you were stupid enough to pass up a chance like you obviously had with Miss
Bancroft."
"You had a lot of respect for me?" Kenny asked, awed.
"Sure, man," said Tommy. "I know a lot of the guys around school here think you're a punk and everything, but I never did. And I was pretty sure that if you hadn't fucked the school nurse yet, you could if you really gave it a try. That's the real reason that I came here to your room. I know sometimes guys need encouragement, you know, and help from their friends, and I was ready to go all the way with you if you needed me." Tommy paused. "I just hope you feel the same way about me."
"Sure I do, Tommy."
"Now that I need you," Tommy added.
"What do you mean?" Kenny asked apprehensively.
"I thought you might fix me up with Miss Bancroft," he said slowly, blowing out another thick cloud of smoke.
Kenny hesitated, his heart pounding furiously in his chest. He could see Tommy did genuinely respect him, and by the same token Kenny felt a respect for himself he'd never quite experienced before in his life, not even after that first afternoon when Miss Bancroft had sucked him off. But what Tommy was asking was out of the question. Miss Bancroft would never go for that; even trying it would screw up Kenny's own scene with her.
"Well, Tommy," Kenny said finally, manufacturing a feeble smile. "You know how it is. Like you said before, a man can't have his women screwing around on him."
"Yeah, but Miss Bancroft is the school nurse, Kenny. You know what I mean? She's here to take care of all of us. Not just you. I mean all of us in the 'in' group."
Again Kenny couldn't help responding, in spite of himself, to Tommy's classification of him being one of the group. He'd always felt himself an outsider, even around Tommy, and he still couldn't be sure that Tommy was sincere. But if there was some way in which he could pull this off, it would make him one of the gang. They could never continue to close him out after he'd fixed them up with the school nurse.
"I mean, we got to help each other out, man," Tommy insisted. "Like the other day, when I took your trousers off, me and Billy. You know why we did that, don't you?"
"Why?" Kenny croaked.
"We were just trying to give you some help, some encouragement, you know. We knew you weren't getting laid at the time, because the circumstances weren't right. But the way I figure it, this is a co-educational boarding school and if a man runs around the campus without his pants on for long enough he's going to get laid sooner or later." Tommy paused, smiling. "And you did, didn't you?"
"I guess if you put it that way ..." Kenny conceded. "But I still don't know how I could ever fix you up with Miss Bancroft. I'm afraid it would just screw up my scene if I mentioned it to her."
"Mentioned it?" Tommy said. "No, you don't mention it. I've got another idea."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kenny left Tommy and Billy at the gymnasium and started alone across the campus toward the infirmary. He walked slowly, filled with dread and uncertainty, his head bowed and his shoulders hunched over as though beneath a great burden of despair. Kenny knew that he'd let himself in for more than he'd bargained for this time.
He should never have said anything to Tommy about what had happened between him and Miss Bancroft. But what he'd not told Tommy yesterday evening in his dormitory room was that after he had finished fucking Miss Bancroft, she had made him promise that he would not come to the infirmary again. She had presented a good argument for her case, at the same time flattering Kenny for his sexual prowess, and in his momentarily spent state after ejaculating his full load of cum into her pussy, he'd been prepared to agree with her. Kenny had known that she was right when she'd said that if the affair continued, someone was bound to catch them sooner or later.
Now, in fact they had been caught. Tommy knew and so did Billy, and Kenny realized it would only be a matter of time before word spread further. But the thought of not being able to fuck Miss Bancroft again was almost more than the fourteen year old could bear. His appetite had been whetted, and he thought he was probably hornier today than he had been yesterday.
As Kenny drew closer to the gymnasium, his pace slowed. Trying to seduce Miss Bancroft again after she'd told him yesterday not to come would have been difficult enough without the added complication: Tommy and Billy White were dependant on Kenny. They were counting on him, and if he failed he would not only miss out on the chance to fuck the school nurse again, but he would lose the foothold of respect he'd gained with the other two boys. Kenny didn't like being an outcast, and he knew that, though it was a long shot, this could really be his big chance to become part of the gang.
But if he failed he would be subjected to even more unbearable scorn than he had faced before. After the way he'd bragged to Tommy yesterday, the other boys would never believe him if he explained that he had agreed yesterday to terminate his relationship with Miss Bancroft. They would merely assume that he had failed her sexually, that she wanted nothing more to do with him because he had not been man enough to satisfy her. And that would put little Kenny in an even worse position than he had been in before Miss Bancroft had found his trousers flying at half mast on the flagpole and had retrieved them for him.
At last Kenny found himself standing on the steps at the entrance to the infirmary. He hesitated, his palms sweating, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. Then he turned and gazed back at the gymnasium. He could see Tommy standing at the corner of the long brick building, and he knew he had no choice but to go through with the plan the more experienced youngster had suggested. There was just a faint chance it could work, and Kenny knew he had to give it a try.
At last Kenny nervously lifted his hand and knocked hesitantly on the door.
"Who's there?" he heard Miss Bancroft's voice say from inside.
"It's Kenny," Kenny answered, opening the door and stepping inside as the blonde school nurse looked up at him in surprise.
"Kenny," Miss Bancroft began, "you promised you wouldn't come here again."
For a moment Kenny couldn't even move. He stared nervously back at the school nurse, then averted his eyes. Then he turned quickly and pushed the door shut, flicked the latch loudly, and in a subtle motion unlatched it again.
"And there's no need to lock that," Miss Bancroft added sternly, not seeing his second action.
"Yes ... there is," Kenny stammered. "I have to talk to you."
"All right," the school nurse said with a sigh. "What's on your mind?"
For a brief instant Kenny was able to meet Miss Bancroft's steady gaze, then he averted his eyes. But he'd seen that behind her calm facade there was a turmoil. At least there was still hope that Tommy's wild scheme could succeed. He didn't even know how to begin, but in spite of himself he was excited by the idea. Right now he felt almost helpless in the face of the school nurse, and the thought of taking her not alone, but with the help of two other boys, the three of them sharing her together, appealed to a perverse aspect of Kenny's nature he hadn't even known existed. Nor was he turned off by the approach Tommy had suggested he use to get Miss Bancroft in the mood. Weird and perverted as it was, the thought of performing cunnilingus appealed nonetheless to a warped aspect of Kenny's nature.
"I want to eat your pussy," the young boy blurted out finally after a long silence.
Clare Bancroft started in her seat. She could hardly even believe she'd heard correctly, but from the flush of red that appeared on Kenny's cheeks and the look of sheer perplexity that filled his eyes, she could see he was having an equally difficult time believing his own words too. And no wonder. Clare did not think she'd ever heard such a shocking suggestion in her life. The mere thought made her skin crawl - or tingle, she wasn't sure which - and in spite of herself she could hardly resist the vividly obscene vision that rose up in her mind's eye at the youngster's depraved suggestion. Cunnilingus was an act that lay outside any rational limit of decency, and she could not help but be aware that because of her position in relation to Kenny, the position of school nurse to junior high student, made the very concept all the more depraved.
And yet, in its very depravity, Clare found lurid appeal.
Kenny knew he had to act fast, but the young boy was so astonished by his own audacity that for a moment he found it impossible to move. Yet he could see that Miss Bancroft had been completely shattered by his suggestion, and at the same time thrilled. He realized now he just said it half in the hope that the school nurse would immediately throw him out of the office and his dilemma would be ended, even if in defeat. But the mere fact that she hadn't reacted immediately gave him reason to hope.
"I'm sorry, Miss Bancroft," Kenny gasped, looking down at the floor. Then he lifted his eyes cautiously to observe the sensuous blonde's reaction.
Clare's lips quivered as she tried to find the words to speak. Nervously she flicked her tongue out of her mouth to moisten her lips, a gesture unintentionally fraught with invitation. "Kenny ... I don't... know what to say."
Kenny took a hesitant several steps toward her desk, then paused again. "I read about it in a book. One of those books I had the day I came here. They said it was ... uh ... excellent compensation in instances where the male partner tends to premature ejaculation and ... "
"But Kenny, you didn't ejaculate prematurely," Clare said in a strained voice.
Kenny knew he was on the right track. He just had to play it perfectly and Tommy's scheme would work. "I know," he said after a moment. "But I didn't exactly last all night either. That book said that under ideal conditions the female partner should be able to achieve repeated climaxes, and I know you didn't cum but once.
Clare was literally amazed that Kenny should concern himself with such intricate detail. She'd always found men, at least the sexual partners she'd known in her limited experience, adults, to be almost totally selfish in bed. They were usually concerned merely with their own satisfaction and paid very little attention to the needs of the woman. Yet here was Kenny, a fourteen year old boy who'd had only two sexual experiences in his life, and actual intercourse only once, upset because he hadn't been able to bring her to but one orgasm. And his concern, his selflessness in his attitude towards the sex act, caused a warmth in Clare's heart that she could hardly resist.
"But Kenny," she said finally. "The fact that you were able to bring me to even one climax the first time you actually experienced the act of sex with a woman is an enigma almost beyond belief. Don't you understand that?"
"I don't know," Kenny said softly, shaking his head and looking down at the floor. "It's just... after everything that you've done for me, I'd like to do something to make you happy. Sexually I mean."
"But you have made me happy, Kenny."
"But not the way I've wanted to," Kenny insisted. "Three days ago I was sure I was a homosexual. Now I'm beginning to feel like a man. But I want to really prove myself."
As the strain, the inner battle being waved in the school nurse's mind, became more apparent upon her face, Kenny moved again, determined, toward the desk behind which she sat.
"No, Kenny," Clare begged. "Please. Please stay away from me."
Ignoring Miss Bancroft's protests, Kenny stepped quickly around the desk. He hadn't made exact arrangements with the other two boys regarding their time of arrival, and he didn't know when they might come bursting in. He knew that from now on he had to move fast. It was imperative that he have Miss Bancroft excited beyond the point of no return before Tommy and Billy showed up.
"Please, Kenny, no," Clare repeated, looking up desperately at the young boy. Her whole body was on fire from the lurid vision his suggestion had prompted her to conjure up in her mind. It was too depraved and perverted for words, but the thought of having this almost innocent, fourteen year old boy licking and kissing between her thighs on the sensitive flesh of her pussy was almost more than she could resist. It seemed that over the last few days she'd been breaking her vows almost as quickly as she could make them, and she knew that if she didn't stop Kenny now, she was about to break another.
Then as the determined youngster leaned over toward her Clare turned in her swivel chair and reached up to push him away.
What happened next was somewhat too complicated for her to even grasp completely. She shoved hard with the palm of her hand on Kenny's chest, just as he was reaching down to put his arms around her and pull her to him. All this happened as the swivel chair was still in the process of turning, and apparently Kenny's foot must have caught under one of the roller legs to prevent it from sliding backwards in deference to the pressure of her hand on his chest. In any event, the next thing Clare knew, the chair was turning over backwards and she was falling with it.
"Ouch!" Kenny gasped, straightening up suddenly as one of the roller legs suddenly went across his foot. Then he gasped aloud as the chair tilted over on to its back, and he heard Miss Bancroft's head slam against the floor.
"Miss Bancroft! Are you all right?" the boy asked quickly.
For a moment the school nurse said nothing. The swivel chair rested behind the desk, turned over on the floor. She was still seated on it in this position, her head resting on the floor, her eyes closed. Then she opened them, blinking and managing a feeble smile.
"Are you all right?" Kenny repeated urgently. "Yes," she said softly. "Yes, I guess I'm fine." It was then that Kenny's eyes shifted from Miss Bancroft's face and he realized that in the process of her falling, her skirt had worked completely up to her panties. She was still in a perfect seated position, though prone, in the chair, so that her legs bent at the knees to dangle off the edge of the seat. Her thighs were completely exposed, slightly parted, and down between them he could vaguely glimpse her softly inviting blonde pubic hair through the near transparency of her panties.
"Oh gosh," Clare said, still seemingly dazed. "Help me up, Kenny."
Kenny reached down and took the blonde nurse's hand, tugging upward to help her get to her feet. She swayed for a moment, then at last in an upright position regained her balance, and became suddenly aware of the fact that her skirt was bunched at her hips to completely reveal her thighs and even the bottom of her thin white panties. She started to smooth out her skirt, and Kenny made his move.
Clare was almost too stunned to react as the young boy dropped to his knees on the floor before her. A spontaneous shiver coursed through her body as she felt his hand seize the back of her thighs and move quickly up beneath the partially bunched uniform skirt to eagerly grasp the two twin half moons of her tightly rounded buttocks. At almost the same time she felt his lips press warmly against the sensitively tingling flesh of her inner thighs, and as she completed the motion of pushing her skirt down, she succeeded only in pushing it down over his head.
Kenny gasped, cast suddenly into semi-darkness as Miss Bancroft dropped her skirt over his head. But he had begun and he wasn't going to stop now. As he felt the school nurse tremble on her legs before him, he quickly seized the waistband at the top of her panties from behind and started to pull them down, at the same time swiping the full length of his tongue up the straining inner tendon of one of her thighs to cause a low but audible moan to rise suddenly in her throat.
Clare's whole body almost went limp from the sheer sensation as she felt the brazen student's face nuzzling up between her thighs against the sensuous softness of her hardly protected pussy. She reached her hand out to the desk to steady herself as she felt him slip the panties down the ripeness of her buttocks, then a distant whimper rose in her throat as his tongue slavered out of his mouth to lick teasingly up through thin curls of golden hair that lined the sensitive inner slit of her pussy.
Kenny let out with a muffled groan as he tasted the warm tangy moisture that had begun suddenly to flow so freely from Miss Bancroft's defenselessly attacked cunt. He'd never even dreamed of doing anything like this in his life until Tommy had mentioned it to him yesterday and he'd later read up about it in the sex manual, and the mere thought of actually eating a woman's pussy had almost frightened him out of his wits. But at the same time he was excited by it, and he held tightly to her naked buttocks, his fingers digging harshly into the softly vibrant flesh as he pulled her loins against his face. Then, resolutely, he flicked his tongue again from his mouth to begin to lick up and down along the hair-lined lips of her cunt, rubbing his nose against the sensitively tingling little bud of her clitoris to prompt further distant mewls of pleasure from her hps.
"Ooooh, Kenny," Clare whimpered. "Oh my God! That feels so good. Really, that feels so good I can hardly stand it!"
Kenny could barely breathe. His face was completely buried under Miss Bancroft's skirt up between her thighs. The hard floor hurt his knees. He had to bend his neck backwards in order to reach her naked genitals and the strain was quickly becoming almost unbearable. But he knew he had to keep going until her will to resist was broken. Then they could move into the infirmary where he could continue more comfortably.
For a few instants longer Clare waged a futile struggle against her rapidly building lust. But she was beaten from the beginning. The act of having her pussy licked and sucked by the fourteen year old boy tapped a domineering source in her nature, apparently the parallel to her masochistic response to the lewd humiliation of being fucked in the mouth by him, and she couldn't control it. Her thighs and buttocks, the sensitive lips of her cunt and even the hard swollen little nipples of her brassiere-encumbered breasts were tingling with raw waves of desire which his lewd assault stirred in her, and now she couldn't have brought herself to stop him from what he was doing even if she'd wanted to. At last, with an even more desperate moan, she reached down to seize the hem of her skirt and pull it up above Kenny's head and her own naked buttocks to make it easier for him to breathe and allow her to watch the obscene act he was performing.
"Yes, Kenny, yes. Eat me. Eat my cunt."
Down between Miss Bancroft's thighs, Kenny sighed with relief as he heard those words. He dropped his hands from her nakedly clenching buttocks and moved them around to the front of her body to reach up between her thighs and seize the flanged lips of her pussy and pull them carefully apart, completely exposing the pink inner flesh of her cunt to his now swiftly darting tongue. He continued for a moment longer, feeling the excitement build in the school nurse's trembling body. Then he slowly withdrew his tongue from between her warm little pussy lips and pulled his head up to gaze at her lust-contorted face.
"This is really uncomfortable for me, Miss Bancroft," he said, gasping for breath. "It will be much easier on the bed. But I want to eat you. I still want to finish eating you."
"Oh yes, Kenny," Clare said in a failing voice. "Yes. Come on, let's go into the wards and get on the bed."
Clare reached down to take Kenny's hand and help lift him to his feet. Then, not even bothering to push her skirt back down or pull up the panties that clutched uncomfortably mid-thigh, she preceded him quickly through the door and down the hall to the empty ward. Her whole body trembling with the wanton lust that had been unleashed in her, she quickly began to strip off her uniform. She was half naked by the time that Kenny got to the door of the ward, a moment later she dropped her skirt to the floor and hurriedly shimmied out of her panties, then turned to face him with watery eyes.
"Yes, Kenny," she purred, her voice now almost delirious. "You get undressed too, and get into bed and you can really ... eat me."
Kenny started to reach up and unbutton his shirt, then hesitated. He knew the other two boys would be arriving any minute now, and he still wasn't sure that Miss Bancroft was hot enough that she wouldn't be able to resist when they joined in on the action. Also he was, in spite of everything that had happened, still somewhat embarrassed by the prospect of having Tommy and Billy see him perform cunnilingus on the school nurse, and he thought that perhaps the embarrassment would be easier to bear if he still had his clothes on when they arrived.
"No," Kenny said finally. "I'll get undressed after I've finished eating you out."
Her fully voluptuous breasts rising and failing rhythmically with her heavy breathing, Clare nodded her head, watching Kenny through narrowed eyes as she stepped out of her panties. Then, completely naked, she turned and walked to the nearest bed and lay down on top of the covers in a position of complete surrender.
Kenny felt his heartbeat hasten as he moved up to the edge of the bed and gazed down at the naked school nurse, her arms extended out to either side of her body and her thighs widely parted to completely reveal the little hair-lined slit of her pussy. Her eyes were glossed over, almost closed, her lips slightly parted. He could hear her audibly straining breathing and vividly see the gentle rise and fall of her nakedly swollen breasts. Her hips seemed to be undulating just slightly in anticipation of the continuation of the lewd act of cunnilingus he promised to perform upon her.
"Come on, Kenny," Clare whispered, wetting her own lips with a flick of her tongue, now completely unable to control the fiery need surging through her loins and breasts. Never in her life had she participated in anything so utterly lewd as this act, yet now the sheer perversity of it only seemed to heighten her own warped desire. The position in which Kenny had first approached the task of eating her pussy had been too awkward, and she realized now that he had never been able to reach the most sensitive areas of her cunt with his tongue. And now she had to have that. She had to be eaten completely, had to completely subjugate the fourteen year old boy to whom she had given so much. But even as she thought of that, she vowed one thing; after Kenny ate her pussy she would never ever refuse him anything.
Trembling with her feverish lust, Clare reached up with both arms toward the teenage boy's shoulders, pulling him urgently down to her. She felt a slight resistance, realizing that even now Kenny was somewhat hesitant at the prospect of going through with the wanton deed he had proposed and begun. But his nervousness and apprehension only increased her own perverse anticipation of the lewd and obscene act.
Kenny climbed slowly up onto the bed on his knees between the school nurse's nakedly widespread thighs. He hesitated for a moment, his own anticipation building at the sight of her voluptuous body lying in prone surrender before him. Then she gave another light tug at his shoulders, and with a hoarse, deep breath he yielded.
Clare's whole naked body tensed at the renewed titillating contact of Kenny's lips and tongue on her inner thighs. She gasped, a shiver of intense anticipation coursing all the way up her body from the tips of her toes to the tingling nipples of her breasts. Then a low sigh escaped her as Kenny moved his head farther up between her trembling thighs and his obscenely slavering tongue came back into sudden chilling contact with the tingling little bud of her clitoris.
"Oooohhh!" she moaned from the electrifying contact, which caused a shudder to dart out through her loins. Kenny felt the school nurse quivering in expectation beneath him, heard the strained and desperate moans pouring from her throat, and felt his own throbbing cock begin to twitch and swell inside his trousers. She was really going out of her mind now. She wanted him to lick and kiss her naked pussy, and he knew that once he'd gone through with this and the other boys arrived she would be too defenseless to resist anything they wanted to subject her to.
"Yes, Kenny," Clare pleaded. "Come on. Eat me. Put your tongue inside my cunt, all the way up inside."
With a deliberate outward movement of his hands, Kenny pushed Miss Bancroft's yielding thighs as far apart as they would go, completely exposing to his hungry gaze the pinkly glistening lips of her pussy and the tiny bud of her clitoris nestled atop the warm little slit. He moistened his own lips, moving his hands swiftly up the taut-stretched tendons of her inner thighs. Then with another deliberate motion he pulled out on the softly moistened flesh at either side of her cunt to even better expose the glistening pink opening. Groaning deeply, he dropped his head down further beneath her thighs to swipe the full length of his tongue into her wildly throbbing cuntal orifice.
An almost agonized sounding groan rose in Clare's throat and her body jerked in sudden convulsion, her buttocks grinding spontaneously down into the mattress to escape the sheer raw sensation of the maddening attack as Kenny's tongue flicked up between her tightly clinging cunt-lips to press limberly into the sensitive opening. Kenny gasped, and with a soft sucking of his lips drew the throbbing bud of the school nurse's clitoris right into his mouth, nibbling at it gently with the tips of his teeth and causing Miss Bancroft to moan even louder as his tongue continued to worm up inside the tight sheath of her vagina.
"Oooohhh! Oooohhh!" Clare moaned, hardly able to believe the lust inciting sensations surging relentlessly out from her loins from the maddening assault of Kenny's lips and tongue on her little quivering cunt. It felt like nothing she'd ever known in her life, and in her present spread-eagled position on the bed the young boy was having no trouble reaching the most sensitive depths of her inner vaginal flesh. And now Kenny was immersing himself wholeheartedly into the act of lewd subjugation in recompense for his own debasement of her two days ago when he had pumped his own hot load of cum into her mouth, and Clare took that as living proof of his genuine determination to repay her for everything which she'd done for him.
Her whole body trembling in the throes of her lustful ecstasy, Clare surrendered completely to her own obscene lust, dropping hands down to run them eagerly through Kenny's hair, closing her thighs tightly about his ears to hold his face buried in her defenseless loins. Then suddenly the lust-crazed school nurse's eyes opened wide as an utterly and unimaginably obscene thought popped as if out of the clear blue into her mind. She didn't even know how she could happen to think of such a thing, though during an earlier period of her life she had been as avid a reader of the kind of literature Kenny had recently been studying as he was himself, and somewhere deep down inside she'd always had a lewd and secret fascination with one of the acts she'd read about. But in spite of all her medical training, Clare couldn't even remember the scientific name for this perverted position during her present state of lustful delirium. But the vulgar, street term came to her mind..
They called it "sixty-nine."
Clare didn't know what was becoming of her. For a moment her body sagged almost limply on the bed, and even as Kenny continued to intensify his wanton sucking of her cunt and clitoris, she couldn't move. Her own need was like a quagmire. The more she did, and allowed to be done to her, the more her insatiable lust seemed to require. Merely sucking Kenny off that first day when he'd come to the clinic had been wicked enough; but to do that while he was performing cunnilingus on her seemed too perverted for words. Yet at the same time Clare could not think of a better way for repaying him for his own humility and self-subjugation, and for the sheer delight she derived from having him eat and suck her cunt.
Then, in spite of all the consuming lust surging through her nakedly squirming body, Clare almost gave out with a joyful little laugh as she heard the muffled voice speaking down between her thighs: "Arch your buttocks up, Miss Bancroft, please. I still can't really reach you. I still can't get my tongue in deep enough."
Clare sucked her breath in hoarsely, another shiver coursing through her body and her thighs scissoring open and closed for a moment about Kenny's ears.
"No, Kenny," she gasped. "Let's try it another way. Shift around into the reverse position and lie on top of me. That way you can stick your head right down between my legs," she said, hesitating for a moment, and then added: "And at the same time you're eating me, I can suck your cock."
Kenny almost whistled aloud. He didn't even think the surprises Miss Bancroft had in store for him would ever end. She was talking about the "sixty-nine" which he'd often heard other boys referring to without actually believing that people ever did it. Even in his book there had been only a passing reference to what was referred to as "mutual oral intercourse" and now the school nurse was suggesting that they try it themselves.
"Come on, Kenny," Clare groaned, another shiver coursing through her body as Kenny again swiped the full length of his slavering tongue up into her tightly quivering little cuntal orifice. "Please.Kenny, I want to suck you off. I want to suck your beautiful penis while you're eating my cunt."
Kenny needed no further encouragement, gasping to catch his breath, he raised his head from up between Miss Bancroft's widely scissoring thighs, reaching up with one hand to wipe the pussy moisture from his lips as he shifted quickly about on the bed. He shivered as he felt the school nurse begin to fumble with the buttons of his Levi's and quickly dropped his face down between her thighs from the reverse position, his own pleasure at this new development only heightened by his knowledge that within a very short time now Tony and Billy would come bursting in and find him performing not mere cunnilingus, but sixty-nine.
A racking shudder darted through Clare's nakedly writhing body as she felt Kenny's head move back down between her thighs, his tongue again flicking out to swipe slowly up the quivering slit of her vagina and come back into sharply titillating contact with the throbbing little bud of her clitoris. The boy was mounting her in the reverse position, his face between her thighs, his body resting backwards on hers with his own loins right over her face.
Purring softly in lustful anticipation, Clare reached inside the fly of Kenny's trousers to pull his jockey shorts away from the already obscenely erected shaft of his cock, which sprung suddenly to freedom in lewd protrusion out of the boy's fly toward her face. Groaning deeply, she entwined her fingers around the pulsating shaft to point the naked head right at her lips. Then another quiver coursed through her body from the continued licking and sucking of her cunt, and she gasped to catch her breath before she spoke.
"Now, Kenny. Fuck me in the mouth. Fuck down into my mouth as hard as you want to."
His tongue lapping deeper and deeper into the school nurse's moistened pussy, Kenny lunged his hips downward. Clare used her hand to guide the bent-back cock-shaft, opening her sensuously full lips wide and taking it all the way to the back of her throat. She gulped from the sudden shocking invasion, almost smothered beneath the young boy's loins as he began to fuck in sporadic jerks in and out from between her lips. But though she almost choked, she hadn't the slightest inclination to protest. She didn't even care. The wanton assault on her naked pussy had already begun to wipe everything else from her conscience.
Kenny heard the muffled whimper as he rammed his cock brutally down into the school nurse's mouth, and he knew that now Tommy's plan could not fail. Miss Bancroft had gone too far. She was even hotter today than she had been yesterday when he'd fucked her, or the day before when she'd first sucked his cock, and he knew that even when Tony and Billy did arrive she would be in no mental or emotional state to object to anything they wanted to do.
Clare quivered ecstatically beneath Kenny's ruthless attack. Little muffled whimpers poured from her lips as the young boy began to drive his cock swiftly in and out between them, shoving it in hard racking strokes all the way down the length of her tongue. There was nothing she could do but accept the obscene violation without protest. She was helplessly pinned beneath the young boy and even if she had wanted to resist she wouldn't have been able to.
But in spite of all the humiliation in having her mouth so ruthlessly used, Clare couldn't quell her even more heightened response to the wanton kissing and sucking of her cunt. She was going out of her mind in a crescendo of passion, for the first time in her life truly letting herself respond without restraint to the perverse and unquenchable needs and passions of her flesh. And she was loving it.
Kenny swished his tongue deeper and deeper into Miss Bancroft's tingling vaginal softness, sucking eagerly at her pinkly glistening cunt lips, nibbling hungrily at the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris to prompt muffled whimpers of delight and encouragement to spew out around the base of his swiftly plunging cock. He could feel his loins coming into violent contact with the school nurse's face with each racking downward thrust into her mouth, and the friction of her voluptuous lips clinging tightly round the resilient hardness of his cock was almost driving him out of his mind. Already his own testicles felt as if they were about to burst in an exploding ejaculation, and he knew he was going to cum very quickly. His own masochistic response to the act of subjugating himself by eating the school nurse's pussy had broken down his control. But he knew it didn't matter today whether he was able to hold off or not. He had plenty of help, or would have, as soon as the other two boys arrived. And he could rest up while they were taking their turns with Miss Bancroft.
Kenny held off for a few minutes longer, the obscene plunging of his cock into Miss Bancroft's helplessly surrendering mouth building to a crescendo. Then, just as he felt the cum begging to well up from his testicles and begin its mad dash toward ejaculation, he heard the footsteps in the hall. His face still buried between the blonde school nurse's urgently scissoring thighs, Kenny further intensified the hunching and bucking of his buttocks as he heard a moaning whimper issue from her and felt her hips begin to jerk in frenzied spasms beneath him.
Clare strained, her whole body on fire with the consuming need welling up in her as she felt the first distant flutterings deep inside her loins. She'd never dreamed she was capable of obtaining an orgasm from the perverted act she and Kenny were now committing, but she was on the verge. Any minute she felt she would drive over the brink into the utter ecstatic delirium of sexual climax, she continued to suck ravenously on Kenny's brutally lunging cock as she felt the hard resilient flesh begin to twitch inside her mouth and the first hot droplet of sharp tasting cum spurted into her throat.
Then her body stiffened as she heard the ward door open!
Clare realized much later that she should have known Kenny would not be able to keep what was happening between them a secret. He had always been an outcast at the school, partly because of his shyness around girls, and now by contrast he must be a hero among the other boys. He had fucked the school nurse.
Then, as she felt a lump rise to her violated throat and the tears rush to her eyes, Clare let her body go limp. Her thighs dropped down from about Kenny's ears onto the mattress and she swallowed a few last drops of his cum and felt the young boy's penis begin to deflate in her mouth. Then the heartbroken nurse stiffened in disbelief as she heard Tommy Garrett's next statement.
"Come on, Kenny. Get out of the way and let me and Billy have a turn."
For an instant Clare couldn't even imagine she'd heard correctly. She'd unconsciously assumed when she had become aware of the intrusion that the boys had heard Kenny bragging about having fucked the school nurse and had come here to verify his story. But with a surge of horror she realized the situation was more serious than that.
They were planning to fuck her too!
"Yeah, Kenny," Billy White said as if to corroborate the terrible realization. "Come on. Hurry up and let us have a turn."
Trembling with disbelief, Clare let Kenny's deflating penis slip from her mouth. The young boy's lips gave a final tingling lick and moved slowly from between her thighs,. causing an undeniable stab of frustration to course through her lust-tortured body, and he rolled off to lie beside her, still in the reverse position on the bed. It was then, as Clare stared up through tear-filled eyes at the two leering youngsters, that she became aware of her own shameful nakedness. But she was unable to even pull the cover up over her body, and her dress lay out of reach on the floor several paces from the bed. Futilely she tried to cover her breasts with one forearm and lay her hand over the soft triangle of cunt hair between her thighs. Then her eyes widened with shock as the two boys began to hastily strip off their clothing. She watched them in terror for a moment, and then turned to look down at Kenny.
Kenny Williams thought fast. He met Miss Bancroft's look of despair with an expression of equal dismay on his own face, then cast a desperate glance at Tommy before he returned his eyes to the school nurse's strained face.
"How could you do this to me, Kenny?" Clare sobbed in a cracked voice.
"I didn't know they were coming."
"That's right, Miss Bancroft," Tommy put in quickly. "Kenny was holding out on us. He didn't seem to realize that as school nurse you have an obligation to take care of the needs of all the students. But we're sure you'll see it that way."
In spite of herself, Clare could not quell the flutter of excitement in her loins at the thought that she might not be left in her desperate state of need after all. Even as she rebelled emotionally against the very idea of being taken by more than one boy, a physical response surged in her breast and loins beyond all her control. And she knew she could not blame herself for that. She had been left in a state of almost unbearable frustration, and she could not blame her body after all she'd been through today from demanding relief. But, nonetheless, she knew she had to refuse the two intruders. She couldn't surrender to their demands, even if she wanted to.
Then Clare gasped aloud as Tommy unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them to his ankles and she caught her first glimpse of his fully erected cock. It was almost twice as large as Kenny's, looming obscenely up inside his tight-fitting jockey shorts.
"No, please," she said in a trembling voice. "No, I won't do it."
"Come on, Miss Bancroft," Tommy said with a sneer, drawing one leg up to work his trousers off his ankle. "You know you haven't had enough yet."
"Yes I have!" Clare lied. "Kenny ... satisfied me."
"I've been around long enough to know when a woman has had her nuts off," Tommy said. "And you haven't."
"Yeah, Miss Bancroft," added Billy, excitedly stepping out of his own trousers. "We'll make you real happy."
"I won't do it," Clare sobbed. And you can't try to make me. I just won't do it."
"Oh, we're not going to make you, Miss Bancroft," Tommy said.
"No," Billy echoed. "If you don't want to, we're just going to tell Superintendent Moore what we've just seen."
Oddly enough, it was only then that Clare became completely aware of her own helplessness. Somehow the thought that the boys would blackmail her into submitting to their lewd demands had completely escaped her up until now. But from the look on their faces she could tell they were dead serious about their threat, and even though she knew they would have a hard time convincing the Superintendent that they'd actually found the school nurse performing mutual oral sex with Kenny Williams, she herself would be in no emotional state to lie her way out of trouble. She was trapped, as helpless as she'd been bound or chained, and there was no way she could refuse these boys. Yet oddly that realization now caused something akin to relief. The understanding that she could not have refused even if she'd wanted to seemed to lift a great burden from her shoulders.
Then Clare jerked her head around quickly as she heard Kenny's voice beside her. "I'm sorry, Miss Bancroft," the young boy said sadly, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at her sheepishly. "There's nothing I can do to stop them."
Clare looked at him with resignation for a moment. "I know."
Then, as she turned back around she almost cried out aloud.
Both Billy White and Tommy Garrett had stripped completely naked, and Clare could hardly even comprehend the sight that greeted her. Billy White was of medium height for his age, with a muscular and athletic body. He had developed considerably more quickly than Kenny, and his penis was appreciably larger than Kenny's. But it was Tommy Garrett who had prompted the cry to rise in her throat. Now she could see why Tommy had a reputation around the school as a stud. Even Clare had heard rumors about his relationship with Linda Blake, but the thing Clare couldn't understand was how Linda managed her end of the affair. For Tommy's penis was literally enormous. Clare had never, not even in medical books, seen a penis so large. And she found it hard to believe she would be able to take it inside her vagina. Yet the mere thought caused an even more perverse thrill to dart obscenely through her loins.
Then Clare gasped in disbelief as the two boys started toward the bed and she heard Tommy's next statement. "We've got something even better than the sixty-nine. You still get a cock in your mouth, but instead of a tongue you get another one in your cunt."
Clare looked at the two boys with feverishly excited eyes. It seemed almost incomprehensible that she, a mature woman and a member of the medical profession at that, should have so many shocks in store for her at the hands of a group of young boys just past puberty. Tommy and Billy wanted to take her not in turn, but at the same time, and that was one variation she hadn't even read about. And she could hardly even believe that they thought she would actually submit to that - even under the threat of blackmail!
"No," Clare pleaded, as the boys stepped to the bed. "You can fuck me if you insist, but not like that. Please have the decency to take your respective turns."
"Sorry, Miss Bancroft," Tommy said with a chuckle. "Don't have time. We've both got early dates and we've got to get cleaned up and ready."
Then Clare's mind almost went blank with the sheer shock of it as the two boys climbed up onto the bed beside her. Gasping for breath, she closed her eyes and lay waiting limply, knowing resistance was futile, not even wanting to resist now. She heard Tommy's voice instructing her to turn over as a distant half-real sound, as a sound from dream, and paid it no mind, but neither did she protest as she felt the boy's hands on her body rolling her over onto her belly.
"Now kneel up. Miss Bancroft," Tommy commanded.
As Tommy seized her legs at the back of the knees and pushed them up beneath her body to thrust her naked buttocks invitingly in the air, Clare opened her eyes staring back over her shoulder at him in confusion. Little Kenny Williams' wanton licking and sucking of her defenseless pussy had destroyed her will to resist even this. She had never been so frustrated in her life as she had when she'd heard the door open and her incipient orgasm had slipped away from her and now in spite of all her shame and humiliation at the prospect of being cruelly used by two boys at once, that lust had returned. Every inch of her naked flesh was on fire with her need, and nothing mattered now but that she be satisfied no matter what she had to do to obtain it.
"How are we going to do this?" Billy asked. "I've been in on a gang bang before, but never two guys at once."
"I've been thinking about it, and I think I've got it figured out," said Tommy. "I'll fuck her in the pussy, since I've got the biggest dick. And you can have her mouth. So just get on your knees in front of her there at the head of the bed."
A little whimper of forbidden delight escaping spontaneously from her throat, Clare closed her eyes as the two boys positioned themselves - Billy kneeling upright before her, Tommy preparing to take her in the humiliating dog-fashion position from behind. She knew this must be the absolute depths of degradation, and the mere thought of submitting to this kind of impersonal lust was so completely alien to her to be almost incomprehensible. She doubted if she would ever be able to regain her self respect, if she let the boys do what they wanted to her, but now that didn't seem to matter. And anyway, she had no choice, thank God.
Breathlessly Clare waited in the humiliating position in which Tommy had placed her. She felt Billy White's hands drop down to her hair to lift her face. Then she experienced a slight twinge of relief as she realized he was trembling. At least Billy was not completely casual about this obscene and degrading act. That gave her some encouragement and in spite of herself she purred softly, unable to conceal her own willingness as she felt the hard throbbing shaft of Billy's cock brush obscenely against her cheek.
"Open your mouth, Miss Bancroft," the boy said. "Please."
Sucking her breath in harshly, Clare wetted her voluptuous lips and prepared to take the hard rubbery naked head of the youngster's lust inflamed penis into her mouth. Then suddenly her whole body jerked as she felt Tommy Garrett slide forward on his knees behind her, pushing the enormous pulsing shaft of his own cock up between her upthrust buttocks from behind. During her initial moment of shock when she'd discovered the two boys planned on sharing her simultaneously rather than taking her one at a time, Clare had completely forgotten about Tommy's unnaturally large endowment. But now as the over-developed teenager clamped his left hand to the flare of her lust-moistened pelvic mound to pull her backward and used his right to bend the over-sized cock-shaft downward and insert the bulbous head up between her already slick cunt lips, Clare was reminded all too clearly of what for a few moments her consciousness had suspended.
And now that she could feel it between her legs, she was even more dubious about her ability to take Tommy's blood-swollen cock in her vagina. It was incredible that a boy this age, barely fifteen, could be so enormously endowed. Then as the frightened nurse continued to stare back over her shoulder in awe and terror, Tommy grinned and shoved slowly forward.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhh!" Clare groaned from the sudden shocking penetration. Her pussy was on fire, and her whole body jerked spontaneously forward in retreat from the sheer raw sensation. But at almost the same time, Billy had forcibly turned her face back toward his own naked loins and fitted the head of his cock back into her mouth and as Tommy continued his slow forward motion, Clare's lips moved unprotestingly all the way down the resilient flesh of the cock shaft that invaded her lips from in front. And there was no escape. As the naked young nurse trembled between the two youngsters Tommy persisted in his slow ruthless attack, slowly inching the blood-engorged thickness of his cock up into her tightly resisting vaginal walls, gradually forcing them apart and worming deeper and deeper until she was as skewered in the pussy from behind as she was in the mouth from the front.
"Oh boy," Tommy gasped. "Boy, that's tight. It's even tighter than Linda's."
"Yeah," added Billy, "and her mouth feels good too."
For a few moments Clare was unable to even move. She held Billy's fully hard-throbbing cock deep in her mouth, her voluptuous lips stretched tight around the wide thinly-haired base of the resilient shaft, her nose buried in the young boy's pubic hair. From behind she was completely impaled. She had never felt so filled in her life, and it was everything she could do to keep from crying out in pain and protest.
Then a shiver went through her as Billy took hold of her ears to pull her face even closer to his loins, thrusting his rubbery cock-head so far into the back of her throat so that she almost choked. At the same time, Tommy flexed far up inside her vagina from behind, causing her buttocks to suddenly jerk in a shocked spasm. But she could do nothing, offer not a single word of protest as Tommy began to fuck slowly backward and forward, holding her pelvis with both hands now to prevent her even attempting to retreat and for a few minutes Clare thought she was going to pass out from the sheer sensation.
Then gradually Clare's body began to adjust and respond to the obscene dual assault the two boys were inflicting upon her. Tommy's ruthless violation of her vagina from the rear prompted her female juices to flow even more freely than they had when Kenny was licking and sucking her and little by little the pain she had first derived from the searing penetration of his lust-engorged cock began to evolve to pleasure.
For a few moments longer the helpless nurse trembled fearfully between the two boys. Then suddenly with a muffled moan she rocked her buttocks back, grunting deeply around the throbbing cock-shaft that still plunged swiftly in and out of her violated cunt-lips as she felt the full length of Tommy's rock of flesh surge far up into the most sensitive depths of her vagina and her buttocks slapped lightly against his curly-haired loins.
Again Clare was compelled to hold still for a moment to adjust to this even more excruciating invasion of her tender little pussy. Then she groaned, flexing her tightly rounded ass-cheeks defensively, and let the full weight of her skewered body lean heavily backwards against Tommy. To divert her attention she concentrated all her mental processes on the task of sucking off the boy who knelt in front of her, moving her hand up to seize the thick base of his penis, bending it downwards to slip it more easily into her mouth, alternating sucking hungrily at the pulsating shaft and licking gently at the sensitive rubbery head.
"Oh boy!" Billy gasped. "Boy, that feels good, Miss Bancroft. That really feels good."
"Yeah," Tommy grunted behind her. "This baby really knows how to fuck, doesn't she?"
Clare thought she would never cease to be amazed at the adaptability of the human animal. In actuality it had been a very short time since the day she found Kenny's trousers flying at half mast on the flagpole and retrieved them for him, launching this whole lurid affair, and the present. But during that time her mental reflexes had evolved in deference to the physical needs of her body to the extent that those vulgar statements, which a scant week ago would have shattered her completely did not even disturb her. The boys could think what they wanted about her, and they could say what they wanted. She didn't care, as long as she got what her body needed.
Then another shudder coursed up her spine as Tommy flexed himself again and his cock jerked and throbbed far up in the quivering reaches of her cunt. She trembled for a moment, slowly adjusting to the even more stimulating sensation, then began to squirm and rotate her nakedly preferred buttocks as Tommy started to fuck in slowly devastating strokes in and out of her pussy from behind.
As Clare's regenerated lust climbed swiftly back to the plane of heightened delirium in which she'd languished just before the two boys burst into the room and interrupted her and Kenny, she began to rock her hips back and forth more swiftly in a wildly fucking motion against the loins of the boy plunging his cock into her cunt. Truly she had never been so filled, so violated in her life. But now the pain had completely faded, leaving nothing but the intense and compelling sensation of having her tight vagina so ruthlessly stretched by Tommy's engorged rigidity. At the same time she intensified her sucking and licking on the eagerly twitching penis of the other youngster who knelt before her, letting instinct guide her in the performance of the humiliating act. It was all somewhat of a blur. The sensation of the large penis plunging between her voluptuous lips and the even larger one ramming swiftly into her pussy behind became confused. It was an eerie montage of raw physical experience and she no longer tried to sort out the details in her mind. She responded fervently, without restraint, guided solely by her lustful reflexes.
"Boy!" Billy gasped. "Now she's really sucking me! I'm not going to be able to hold off much longer."
"Me neither," said Tommy. "She's just too tight. But let's wait until she's really ready to cum too."
Hearing the boys' voices as distant unseen sounds, Clare moaned and gasped around the rigidly throbbing cock driving up smoothly between her lips almost in rhythm with the larger impaling shaft that skewered between her buttocks from behind. The eager boys buffeted her back and forth like a doll between them, fucking frenziedly into the two warmly yielding orifices of her mouth and cunt, racking her body with their driving strokes as the voluptuous woman squirmed and thrashed in lascivious abandon between the two of them.
Now Clare's surging desire was driving her very near the brink of madness. The mental picture of her helpless naked body being fucked and handled between the two boys only further excited the already rampant lust that welled out of control in her quivering flesh. Again the hunger in her loins became almost unbearable as she undulated her buttocks in wildly swerving circles, squeezing and flexing with the softness of her inner cuntal muscles at the thick fleshy shaft burrowing into her from behind. And she sucked voraciously at the pulsing cock that filled her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and expanding with saliva at each wildly eager lunge as she began to long for the fresh young taste of Billy's life-giving sperm. She knew even now it must be already welling up in his balls and she swiped her tongue wildly around the blood-swollen head, swishing it teasingly into the sensitive little glans on the end as the boy's strained groans of passion drove her to even more willing submission.
"Oh yes! Yes, fuck me. Fuck me!" she muttered only half-intelligibly around the throbbing penis driving relentlessly between her open lips. Her hands moved upward to seize Billy's naked buttocks and tug his undulating loins even closer to her face, and her own hips rocked backwards with a vengeance against the boy behind her, her violated vaginal flesh quivering moistly around the twitching rigidity moving so swiftly in and out between her thighs. Clare could never have dreamed she would ever do anything like this in her life, yet neither could she have imagined, a mere few days ago, the sheer intensity of the experience of being taken and shared simultaneously by two boys, combined with the physical enigma, the sheer perversity of the sensation of being violated by not one rigidly throbbing cock, but by two, and it drove her to a plane of lust and passion she had never known. She knew this must be the final degradation, to be taken by two boys while a third boy watched, and the fact that Kenny must be witnessing the entire scene from somewhere in the ward room, though she could not look around to see him in her present position, was just an additional reminder of the absolute perversity of what she was doing. Yet at the same time it only increased and heightened her blissful masochistic experience.
With ever increasing fervor, Clare continued to lick and suck the cock that squirmed so savagely between her lips. Now she yearned for the approaching moment when Billy would finally lose control and shoot off in her mouth. She'd already sucked Kenny off today, and her appetite for the tangy tasting male sperm seemed only to have been whetted. She craved more and more of it, and she wanted to swallow every drop, to feel it racing slickly all the way down her throat, just as she yearned for the exquisite sensation of the boy behind her shooting his own warmly seering sperm deep up into her cunt.
"Jesus," Billy gasped, staring in with lustful disbelief as Miss Bancroft whimpered and moaned about his tingling rod of cock flesh. Her lips clung to it like suction cups as she worked up and down on the saliva coated shaft. Her eyes were almost closed, her face contorted with lewd desire as she sucked and kissed the pulsating hardness, bobbing her head furiously back and forth between his thighs. Billy had been sucked off before by his girl friend here at school, but she had never done it like this. Miss Bancroft really knew how to use her mouth, and it was everything he could do to control himself. He was ready to shoot off right now, right between her lips, but he wanted to hold off as long as possible. It just felt too good to stop.
From behind, Tommy got an even more exciting view as he gazed down at the naked school nurse's wildly squirming buttocks, rocking savagely back against his hips. They parted slightly as they smashed up against his belly so that he could see down into the forbidden crack between them and glimpse the lustful thickness of his penis tearing in and out of the thinly haired lips of her pussy, stretching the pinkly resisting flanges on the outstroke until he thought her cunt would flower inside out. And just above the wetly glistening vaginal slit the little tight brown hole of her puckered anus opened and closed in frenzied clenches as Miss Bancroft writhed and thrashed her body before him. Tommy's daring gamble had really paid off. He'd risked a whole month of weekend restrictions on the campus for this moment, but the lust-crazed school nurse was making it worth every hour of the loss of freedom.
Clare could feel the intensity building on the part of both the young boys as they continued their devastating assault on her writhing flesh and desperately she increased the bucking and tossing of her body between them. Then suddenly she felt the teenager before her tense his ass-cheeks rigidly in her hands and squirm the swollen hardness of his cock even more eagerly between her lips.
"Uh-oh," Billy grunted suddenly.
Clare shivered with a spasm of anticipation as she felt the suddenly excited flexing of the boy's wildly twitching penis in her mouth. She further increased her wantonly submissive sucking, opening and closing her lips hungrily about the saliva-coated shaft as if she would gobble it down her throat. The youngster's buttocks quivered in her hand and his thighs trembled against her shoulders as she felt his penis dart far into the back of her mouth.
Behind her Tommy also began to groan, pulling and clawing at the sensitive flesh of her back and hips as he lunged his cock deeper and harder into her desire-tortured vagina. Little ripples of pleasure tingled softly over her goose-bumped skin as she continued to hunch and squirm in abandon between the two lewdly fucking teenagers. They were both going to cum very quickly. They couldn't control themselves much longer, and neither could she. It was going to be a triple climax.
Then suddenly it began.
Billy was first. His boyish cock surged up to full man size in Clare's mouth, and she felt the little tremors run along the savagely lunging shaft as the sperm welled up from his testicles and came gushing in a hot torrent toward the bursting glans at the tip. Almost simultaneously Tommy's even larger penis further inflated and began to twitch and flex in lewd spasms between her shuddering thighs. His balls slapped rapidly against the exposed bud of her clitoris as he slammed into her with a mighty staccato series of thrusts, causing her body to jerk in ecstatic convulsions as the first hot drops of Billy's sperm shot from the head of his rapidly flexing cock and splattered hotly into the moist cavern of her mouth. The young nurse made gurgling sounds deep in her throat as she swallowed the squirting droplets that spewed into her mouth. And the masochistic joy she derived from this final subjugation only increased the sensation of maddening pleasure and longing that raced through her own loins as Tommy built to a crescendo of wildly shattering thrusts from behind.
An instant later she felt his hotly jerking penis explode inside her. Then as the warm sticky droplets of cum spurted deep up into her quivering cuntal tightness and he began a last series of even more frantic lunges against the preferred cheeks of her buttocks,.Clare's own body was suddenly consumed in the wildly sweeping elation of her own long-awaited climax.
"Oh God, oh God, ahhhhhh," she moaned around the younger boy's exploding cock-shaft in her mouth.
As the lust crazed school nurse felt the orgasmic convulsions begin to rack her trembling body, she continued to swallow the sharp-tasting droplets of Billy's cum in hungrily crazed gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the ejaculating cock-head as if fearful of losing even a drop of the precious male fluid. At the same time she screwed her buttocks back in a wild lunge against Tommy's loins, her cunt flowering open to take the full thickness and length of his throbbing cock-shaft deep up into her vagina as she felt him pump his own hot load of cum into her belly.
Whimpering in ecstasy, Clare continued to suck at Billy's crazily jerking cock until he'd squirted the last drop of his cum into her mouth and the spent penis-shaft began to deflate between her hps. Her own body still engulfed in the sweeping waves of ecstasy that made her want to scream aloud, she continued to jerk and thrash her buttocks until Tommy sagged heavily against her behind. Then she went limp between the two boys, little convulsive tremors still flowering at intervals through her softly perspiring flesh, and hungrily she licked the last few drops of cum from Billy's cock before she let it slip from her hps. Finally, as the two boys panted to catch their breath, Clare dropped to a reclining position on her side on the bed, moaning softly in the bliss that still possessed her satiated flesh.
For a few moments there was silence in the ward except for the strained gasps as Clare and the two youngsters who'd just finished ravishing her tried to catch up with their breathing. The voluptuous school nurse was still half-delirious, in a dream state of post-orgasmic unreality.
Then Tommy's voice brought her slowly back toward consciousness: "Let's do it again. The other way around. Me in her mouth and you in her pussy."
"God," said Billy. "I hope I can get it up."
"You can get it up," said Tommy. "And I can too as soon as she starts sucking my cock."
Clare was too defeated even to resist as Tommy, who remained reclined on his back, pulled her face over toward his naked loins. Through narrowed, glossed over eyes, she stared down at his still enormous, though half limp cock, glistening with a mixture of-his own cum and her vaginal juices. But only the softest whimper of protest rose in her throat as he pulled her face further down, and with a soft gasp she parted her lips to take just the lewdly moistened head of his penis into her mouth, feeling the limber shaft begin almost immediately to twitch toward renewed rigidity.
A moment later she felt the bed sag as Billy started to position himself behind her, again pushing up her knees beneath her body to thrust her buttocks invitingly in the air as he prepared to take her as his partner had before - in the dog fashion position.
From across the room Kenny watched sullenly, his own small penis tenting up in his trousers as it loomed up to pulsing erection. Kenny didn't think he'd ever been let down as badly as he had during the last thirty minutes when Tommy and Billy had teamed up to fuck Miss Bancroft into a state of delirium and ecstasy she'd never attained during her affair with him. Part of the reason, he knew, was their superior experience. But Kenny could probably have coped with that, his real feeling of inferiority deriving from the fact that he knew a considerable part of the school nurse's more avid response had been a reaction to Billy's and especially Tommy's superior endowment.
But Kenny had an idea about how to compensate for that. There was one other thing that had been mentioned in his book which he hadn't even dreamed of trying until now. But after what he'd seen today he was determined to go through with it no matter what the school nurse thought about it.
There was one other orifice on her body that had not been violated. And Kenny was pretty sure it would be tight enough that even his smaller cock would probably suffice.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kenny waited, sullen, silent, ignored, through the entire next phase of the school nurse's obscene ordeal. As both Billy and Tommy had already cum once, respectively into her mouth and her pussy, it took them considerably longer to get their next climaxes. By the time the three of them had finally erupted in another rousing triple orgasm, Kenny was almost out of his mind with desire. Had it not been for his determination to carry through with his own scheme, which would give him the final triumph not only over the two other boys but Miss Bancroft as well, he would have probably been tempted to masturbate right there while he was watching them - or better still, go over and have Miss Bancroft use one of her hands to jack him off. But in spite of all his lust and envy, Kenny maintained his control to the end.
He listened mutely to the sex-maddened school nurse's final whimpers of bliss, the two boys' hoarse grunts as they racked and buffeted her body and ejaculated again into her mouth and cunt. He waited still, watching coldly as the three nakedly perspiring bodies collapsed on the bed.
"Whew," Billy gasped. "That was too much. I don't know how I'm going to take care of Karen."
Tommy sighed. "I don't either man. You know we're probably late now."
"Yeah," said Billy. "But I just can't go another time after that."
"I can't either," said Tommy. "We'll stand them up. We can just go hide out in the gymnasium."
"Suits me," said Billy. "But what are we going to tell them tomorrow."
Tommy shrugged, sitting up on the edge of the bed and looking tiredly down at the prone, naked body of the school nurse. "What difference does it make? If they get pissed off and start holding out on us, we've always got Miss Bancroft."
"Yeah. She can sure take care of us any time we get hard up."
Clare waited, naked and spent, as the two boys got dressed. She acknowledged their quick good-bye with a soft moan, then as they went out of the door she rolled over onto her back and propped herself up on the bedstead, looking shamefully across the room at Kenny, who stared at her tersely from the other bed.
"I'm ... sorry you saw that, Kenny," she said softly.
Kenny met the nurse's pleading gaze with a cold stare, letting his eyes drop slowly down to the voluptuous swells of her naked breasts, shining slightly with the thin coat of perspiration that had broken out over her naked flesh during her previous extended ordeal with the two boys. Then, saying not a word, he got up and started toward the door.
"Kenny?" Clare asked.
Kenny paused and turned in the doorway. "I'll be back in just a minute."
The determined youngster went through the door and made his way quickly down the hall to the front of the infirmary where the first-aid station was situated. He opened the supply cabinet, staring carefully over the shelves until he spotted the bottle of Vaseline Petroleum Jelly on the top shelf. He had to stand on his tiptoes to reach it. Then, cupping the small jar securely in his palm, he made his way down the hall to the ward.
The young boy stepped inside the door, looking grimly at the still naked blonde school nurse, who watched him gloomily from the bed.
"Now it's my turn," he said in a terse voice.
Clare shook her head slightly, her eyes widening as Kenny started slowly toward her. "No please," she protested in a cracking voice. "I can't take any more today, Kenny. Let's wait until tomorrow."
"After everything you've done today, you should be able to handle a little kid like me," Kenny said bitterly.
Clare felt a lump swell in her throat. The lascivious dual assault Tommy and Billy had inflicted upon her helpless body had driven her to a state of delirium from which she had completely ceased to concern herself with Kenny's feelings. And now she knew she had hurt him very badly. She thought she had never encountered such resentment as she saw in his eyes, and she didn't think he'd ever forgive her for what she'd done. Though Clare knew she'd had no choice to submit to the two more mature youngsters' obscene demands, she now realized she had done it overly enthusiastically, at least from Kenny's viewpoint. And she had to admit that she could hardly blame him for feeling the way he did. The fact that Kenny had been physically unable to protect her from the intruders must have shattered his newly discovered self-confidence. The fact that she had so wantonly responded to them after her defenses had finally been broken down, could have only compounded his sense of impotence. But Clare just didn't know if she could take any more today. She'd never felt so spent and sated in her life, and her pussy was raw from the ruthless assault of Tommy's enormous cock, followed by the lewd ravishment she'd undergone at the hands of Billy.
"Please, Kenny," Clare almost sobbed. "I know how you feel, and I'll make it up to you. For everything that happened today. I promise. But I can't make love to you now. I'm just too worn out."
"You said the same thing before they started," Kenny said stiffly, now standing by the bed and looking down almost viciously. "But you just can't resist putting me down, can you?
Deep down inside you must feel the same way about me as the girls do. You probably think I'm just a stupid punk with a tiny cock."
Clare caught her breath. Matters were even worse than she'd assumed, and she knew, even if it hurt her, she had to submit to Kenny's demands. She couldn't leave him feeling the way he did now. She would have to sacrifice herself, tired and spent as she was.
Courageously, the exhausted nurse managed a feeble smile. Looking up at Kenny through narrowed eyes, she slid down into a reclining position on the bed.
"All right, Kenny. I'll make love to you. Take your clothes off."
Kenny stood motionless beside the bed for a moment, looking down at Miss Bancroft with the same grim expression. His knuckles were white as he tightened his hand over the little jar of Vaseline which remained hidden in his palm. With his other hand he reached up and started to undo the top button of his shirt; then he changed his mind and instead reached down and undid his belt and started to unbutton his trousers.
"Now roll over," he said softly.
Clare's smile faded for a moment, then slowly reappeared. "Oh no, Kenny. Let's not. I don't like it dog fashion. Let's just make love facing each other."
"I asked you to roll over," Kenny repeated, exerting all the effort of which he was capable to maintain the control in his voice.
"Oh Kenny," Clare protested. She watched him silently for a moment, her eyes feebly pleading. But he was steadfast. Then, shaking her head, she rolled slowly over to a prone position on her belly.
Kenny felt his already lustfully throbbing cock twitch rigidly in his trousers at the sight of Miss Bancroft's voluptuous naked body stretched out face-down before him. His eyes trailed slowly from her soft blonde hair, spilling loosely over her smooth shoulders, down the fine line of her spine to the tops of her dimpled buttocks, then descending lower to the forbidden crack between her clef ted ass-cheeks. His heart was pounding furiously in his chest, and he'd thought he'd never been so nervous in his life. Miss Bancroft was really going to be in for a shock when she found out what it was he actually had in mind, and he knew there was a possibility she might refuse him completely. If she did, Kenny realized his ego would probably be utterly destroyed. He'd be set back to where he started a week ago, and he knew it might be a long time hence before he regained his self-confidence. But he had to try. Aside from the fact that he was determined to outdo the other two boys, there was another factor. Kenny's perverse scheme excited him beyond anything else he had ever contemplated doing to Miss Bancroft.
"Now kneel up, like you did before," Kenny commanded.
"Oh Kenny," Clare repeated. Then she sighed, slowly pulling her knees up between her body again to thrust her naked buttocks invitingly in the air. Her face contorted with exhaustion and shame, she stared back over her shoulder as Kenny moved to the foot of the bed, finished unbuttoning his trousers and pulled them down to his knees, then climbed up to position himself behind her.
Kenny hesitated, coldly meeting Miss Bancroft's gaze until she finally looked away, burying her face in her hands. Then he shifted his own attention to the ripely proferred cheeks of her buttocks, slightly parted by the wide set position of her knees on the bed so that between them he could glimpse the pink, cum-smeared slit of her pussy. And just above it lay the neatly puckered little hole of her anus, nestled invitingly between her forbidden ass-cheeks.
His breath coming in strained hoarse gasps, Kenny silently unscrewed the jar of Vaseline and flicked his finger in to scoop out a large glob of the slick greasy substance. Then slowly he extended his hand upward toward Miss Bancroft's proferred buttocks, and in a sudden quick motion flicked his finger down into the forbidden crack between them to dab the whole glob of Vaseline right on her tight little anus.
Clare's body stiffened as she felt the sudden surprising sensation of the cool greasy substance being spread up between her upthrust ass-cheeks. Her eyes opened wide and she jerked her head about to stare back over her shoulder in shock at the young boy kneeling behind her.
"What... ?" she gasped. "What's that?"
Kenny watched her silently for a moment. "Vaseline."
For a moment Clare's astonishment froze her into immobility. Then gradually it dawned on her what Kenny really had in mind. She could hardly even believe it. Her lewd response to the two other boys must have hurt his feelings more than she'd imagined to prompt him to think of forcing her to submit to such a sadistic act.
But there was not a doubt in her mind. Kenny wanted to sodomize her.
Then a shiver went through the trembling nurse's body. She felt Kenny begin to spread the Vaseline back and forth between her buttocks over the sensitively clenched little hole of her anus. In spite of her emotional rebellion at the even more perverted debasement he intended, she couldn't completely deny the little electric tingles of excitement darting up her spine from the shocking contact. Then a soft wail emitted from her throat and she lurched forward in retreat from the increased sensation as Kenny suddenly thrust his finger against the tight little orifice and began to spread the jelly substance slowly up into the puckered hole. Her whole body tensed and trembled from the fiery stimulation as his finger wormed slowly up into the lubricated orifice.
"Aaaaaggghh! Uggghh!!!" Clare groaned and grunted as she felt Kenny's finger burrow inward in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and tight little anus in resistance. It sank up to the first knuckle in her sensitive rectum, then continued the hotly piercing intrusion until it was embedded all the way up into the forbidden anal flesh.
"No, Kenny, please no!" she sobbed in shock and desperation. "Please don't do that to me. It's too tight. I can never take your penis in there."
"It's not too tight," Kenny gasped, his own excitement making it almost impossible for him to talk. "If you can take Tommy's great big cock in your pussy, you can take my little tiny one in your ass-hole."
Was there no limit to the things these young boys would expose her to? Clare wondered, squirming her buttocks in desperation from the searing penetration. Again her body contorted as Kenny wiggled his finger far up inside her rectum to cause an even greater spasm to shake her. Then she almost screamed aloud as Kenny began to draw his finger slowly out of the resisting rubbery flesh, which now seemed, in spite of the pain, to cling in protest so that the finger finally left with a slight pop. Then she moaned even more desperately as the finger was replaced by the throbbing head of Kenny's hard little penis.
"Oh Kenny! Please no!" Clare sobbed, grunting as her body lurched forward again to even more wildly stimulating sensations as she felt the engorged little cock head lunge up against her buttocks against the sensitive opening. Her mind recoiled from the mere thought of the distorted act that Kenny was about to subject her to. She supposed it must be the most perverted thing a man and woman could do with their bodies, and as Kenny lunged forward and further increased the pressure of his bulbous little cock-head against her cringing anal entrance the sudden white hot pain caused tears to rush swiftly to her eyes and spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks. She trembled, flailing her head from side to side in protest, but after everything she'd been through today, she knew that in the end she would not be able to resist even this. And she had to admit that after the way she'd humiliated Kenny by responding with wanton abandon to the stimulating ravishment inflicted upon her by the other two boys, she had it coming. In spite of all her mental repugnance, Clare realized that this was probably the most fitting conceivable way she could make up to Kenny for the way she had mistreated him and restore his self-confidence and sense of potency.
Then as the pressure against her buttocks increased and the round little head of Kenny's cock lipped with a pop into her puckered anus, the young blonde nurse gritted her teeth, her ripely upthrust buttocks trembling as the boy lunged slowly forward. The small shaft of cock-flesh surged hungrily up into her warmly clasping anal tightness until she felt his sparse pubic hair tickle between her ass-cheeks, and the little sac that held his lust inflamed testicles slapped lightly down against the pulsing slit of her cunt and the tingling bud of her clitoris.
Kneeling in submission on the bed, her buttocks shoved up ripely in the air, Clare was hopelessly impaled by the boy who knelt behind her. She had taken his surging rod of penis to the hilt in her most forbidden orifice. And somehow she'd borne it in spite of the pain.
Now sobbing from humiliation, the helplessly subjugated school nurse dropped her tear moistened face to rest on her hands as she felt
Kenny begin to move behind her, flexing and throbbing the lust engorged hardness even deeper up inside her sensitive rectal flesh, causing new stabs of sensation to dart relentlessly out through her fearfully trembling body.
But still, it was not as bad as she had expected. All Clare's resistance had been completely broken down, first by the lewd stimulation of Kenny's hungry sucking and licking of her pussy, then the simultaneous ravishment she'd undergone at the hands of the two other boys. She was still in a state of semi-unreality, and the pain was tempered by an equally vivid sensation of masochistic pleasure. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering up between her naked ass-cheeks and she could feel the juices flowing freely from the sensitively tingling lips of her vagina to spill teasingly down the softness of her thighs. And as Kenny began to squirm his buttocks back and forward and fuck in a sensual rhythm in and out of her lewdly stretched anal opening, Clare's cries of agony and protest slowly began to evolve into mewls of passion and pleasure.
"God, it's tight, Miss Bancroft!" Kenny exclaimed in triumph. "I bet my penis doesn't feel small now, does it?"
"Noooooh," Clare sobbed, contorting as Kenny flexed himself again far up inside her rectum. "It feels like the largest penis I've ever had in my life."
Grinning with pride, the young boy lunged forward again, prompting another strained moan of mingled pain and passion to issue from the face of the ravished school nurse. His body trembling, he clawed hungrily down her naked back with his hands as he began to fuck in smooth even strokes in and out of her virginal anus. The Vaseline he'd applied to the little opening had now completely lubricated the tight inner passage, and though it still fit like a glove around his little cock, he was finding it easier and easier to thrust his aching young hardness into the most forbidden depths of her rectum
For a moment longer, Clare's body remained limp in a limbo of helpless submission. Then slowly, hardly conscious of what she was doing, she began to squirm her own buttocks backwards, twisting and rotating them - in spite of the continued searing sensation - to further increase the shocking stimulation of the throbbing rod of flesh screwing in and out of her precious rectum. She felt Kenny's hand move from her back down to her pelvic bone to pull her buttocks even more tightly against him. Then one of his hands moved lower, tracing a searing path over the sensitive flesh of her abdomen to brush lightly through the moistened strands of hair that lined her sensitively tingling cunt lips and find sudden titillating contact with the once more lewdly pulsing little bud of her clitoris.
The naked blonde shivered from the almost unbearable contrast of sensation. Though Kenny's cock still was flexed viciously into the helpless tightness of her anus to bring desperate cries of pain from her lips, the swift stroking of his finger in her sensitive little clitoris caused delicious spasms of delight to dart out swiftly through her quivering pussy flesh. Her responses were becoming hopelessly confused, and her state of delirium - in which she'd already languished before this even more perverted attack began - left her with a heightened receptiveness to the raw stimulation of both the pleasure and the pain. It was as if she were moving to another plane of consciousness, the dream state in which the system of values was overturned. It no longer seemed to matter what she felt. Only that she feel was important. And she'd never felt anything like this in her life.
Kenny was also on the verge of attaining a new level of consciousness. Finally, he'd had the courage to actually assert himself in a relationship with a member of the opposite sex. Where before it had been his weakness that had attracted Miss Bancroft to him, today his own strength and determination had finally won out. And that, even beyond the thrilling sensation of screwing her in the rectum, was his reward.
Then Kenny could hardly believe his eyes as Miss Bancroft looked back at him over her shoulder again, her face still contorted with pain, yet her eyes suddenly fiery with lust.
"Yes, Kenny," she sobbed in a cracking voice. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me in the ass as hard as you can."
Clare trembled, again dropping her face down to rest on the mattress. Then, in a sudden spontaneous motion, she rocked her buttocks backwards, taking Kenny's jerking cock shaft even deeper into her rectum, writhing and thrashing her body in lewd abandon to the electric pain-pleasure sensation of the wanton act of sodomy.
Kenny grunted excitedly to Miss Bancroft's sudden unexpected response, increasing the length of his own racking lunges until he was unleashing the full fury of his frustration and pent up lust with his mighty thrusts deep into the tightness of her contracting anus. But, at the same time, he continued shoving his finger rhythmically into the quivering inner flesh of her obscenely soiled pussy and began to stroke swiftly with his thumb over the swollen bud of her clitoris.
In spite of everything that had happened to her today, Clare's body had come completely back to life. Never in her life had she climaxed more than once in a single day, before this day. Yet, during her previous ordeal with the two boys, she'd achieved three separate orgasms. And she realized now that she was about to have her fourth, even from this perverted act of sodomy.
"Yes, Kenny, yes," the sex-crazed nurse purred. "Keep on. Keep on fucking me. And play with my clitoris. I'm going to cum."
Kenny could hardly even believe the sight of Miss Bancroft writhing in unrestrained ecstasy before him in response to even this perverted assault. He hadn't intended for her to enjoy this; it had been conceived solely as a punishment for her having responded more enthusiastically to the other boys than she'd ever responded to him. But now his anger was subsided, replaced by sheer raw lust as she began to wrack her buttocks even more violently back against him so that her loins made a loud slapping sound every time they struck her' tightly proffered ass-cheeks.
Clare couldn't contain the jumble of only half intelligible obscenities that spewed from her lips as Kenny increased the swift tweaking of his finger over her sensitively throbbing clitoris and the plunging of his finger up into the flowering inner tightness of her vagina. She squirmed and fucked her buttocks in wanton abandon around the impaling shaft of cock that filled her rectum, wiggling and rotating, thrashing and writhing her body without restraint to the pain-pleasure stimulus of the wanton screwing of her defenseless rectum.
Kenny grunted with excitement as he felt the cum begin to surge up into his own balls. Then he unleashed the full fury of his lust in an even mightier lunge up into Miss Bancroft's tightly contracting anus, and, at the same time, shoving his finger even deeper into the quivering flesh of her cunt and increasing the tantalizing friction his thumbs made on the throbbing bud of her clitoris.
Then suddenly Clare let out an even more desperate whimper as the wildly contesting sensations in her two separately ravished orifices finally became indistinguishably enmeshed. Her nakedly squirming body shuddered as the shocking waves of delight darted out over all her perspiring flesh. From behind her, Kenny groaned, further intensifying his staccato lunging rhythm as his cum surged swiftly up from his balls and began to spew obscenely into Clare's rectum, lubricating it until her pain faded completely, replaced by the sheer wanton pleasure of the ultimate stimulation.
As Kenny grunted and groaned behind, Clare sobbed without restraint from the shattering waves of ecstasy that engulfed her. The fluttering in her vagina and rectum flowed relentlessly through her quivering flesh from the tips of her toes to the tingling nipples of her breast, blanking her mind to everything but the sheer joy and bliss she derived from the continued ravishment of her two most sensitive orifices.
Then gradually Kenny slacked his motions, and at last his body sagged tiredly down against the ripely proffered cushions of the lust-soiled school nurse's naked ass-cheeks.
Clare groaned, little shivers still coursing out from her clitoris and violated anus to cause little spasms to continue to shake her body as she felt Kenny's spent penis begin to deflate in her cum-filled rectum.
As she sank down to a prone position on the bed, enjoying the weight of Kenny's body still on top of her, Clare had one moment to reflect that she must have now come the entire route. She must have submitted to everything a man could inflict upon a woman during these last few days, and, in spite of herself, she'd loved every degrading minute of it.
Then her body stiffened as, for the second time that day, she heard unexpected footsteps in the hall. A moment later, the ward door opened, and she looked up to meet the shocked gazes of Linda Blake and Karen Ashburn.
"It's not Tommy!" Linda Blake gasped, her eyes widening with shock. "It's Kenny Williams. And he's been screwing the school nurse in the ass!"
CHAPTER NINE
Clare Bancroft, ex-nurse, finished packing her bag, closed the lid and snapped it shut. She sighed deeply, raising her head to gaze across the bed at the dresser mirror in the. corner of the room. She looked good in street clothes. She'd always had an appealing figure, and she could modestly say that her face was more than attractive. Most men considered her a beautiful woman. But she felt that now there was an earthiness, a maturity to her expression, that it had lacked before. She thought curiously that she was probably a more attractive woman, all considered, than she had been a week ago when she'd found little Kenny Williams' trousers hovering at half mast on the flagpole before the main building of the campus and retrieved them for him. It was ironic that her maturity should come as the result of her dealings with three young boys who were just barely out of puberty.
The sensuous blonde sighed again, turned away from the mirror and hoisted her heavy suitcase. She had resigned from her position yesterday afternoon without even giving an explanation, less than half an hour after the two freshman girls had come into the infirmary looking for the boys who had stood them up and found instead Kenny Williams lying on her back after just having finished subjecting her to the degrading act of sodomy. Superintendent Moore hadn't understood at the time, but Clare was certain he would find out everything soon enough. She knew that, already, word of what had happened was spreading rapidly across the campus, and it was just a matter of time before he overheard something. Once he did find out why she had quit, the possibility of Clare working as a nurse again in this state would end. She had no doubt that Superintendent Moore, a stern but honest man, would see that her license was taken away. But, by that time, she would be gone from here.
And, anyway, there were other jobs an attractive woman like herself could do to earn a living.
Clare glanced quickly around to see that she hadn't forgotten anything, then trudged slowly out of her apartment and down the hall to the stairs, then descended to the front entrance of the faculty residence. Relieved that she had encountered no other members of the staff, she opened the door and stepped out into the brilliant morning sunlight. It was even warmer today, she noted, than it had been a week ago, when the winter had seemed to be finally ending. It was a good day for travelling.
Holding her shoulders erect, her head high, Clare started quickly down the sidewalk. She carefully avoided the shortcut through the main class building, walking all the way around the ivy covered structure, then started down the front sidewalk toward the lot where her car was parked. It was then that she noted the three young boys sitting on the steps of the quad. Tommy Garrett and Billy White were on the outside. Between them was Kenny Williams. Even at this distance, she could see that it was Kenny who was doing the talking, and that the other boys were listening with fixed attention. She had little doubt about what it was Kenny was telling them.
Clare paused at the edge of the class building, watching attentively for a moment. Then she sighed again. She knew she'd been had by Kenny. Though she did not doubt that he'd originally been sincere when he'd come to the clinic and told her that he had doubts about his masculinity, she was quite certain he'd shrewdly continued to play on her concern for him in order to exploit her body.
But she couldn't blame him. She didn't begrudge the fact that he had used her. In a way she had used him too.
And, one thing was certain. Kenny Williams was not a homosexual. He was a real man, just as Clare was a real woman.
That much the two of them had proved yesterday, and there was nothing that could ever take the knowledge away from them.
