Jenny Lane made her way through the group of young boys and girls gathered at the refreshment table and helped herself to a glass of punch. Her voluptuously curved body began to sway almost unconsciously in time to the music as the rock band broke into another fast song. Sipping her punch, she turned and watched the youngsters pair off into couples and move out onto the dance floor.
Jenny liked these occasions when she and Mac were called on to chaperon social gatherings of the junior high school where they both worked. It afforded them an opportunity to get much closer to and more intimate with the students; it broke down the natural barriers between them. And though she might not have cared to admit it to Mac, Jenny enjoyed the opportunity to let the students see her dressed in something a little more imaginative than the nurse uniform she wore during work hours at school. It was a small vanity she didn't begrudge herself. She knew she had an attractive body, sensuous and soft with the flesh rounded in exactly all the right places, and she enjoyed being able to comport herself on human and physical terms with the young people once in awhile, shedding the authoritarian image placed on her by her position at the school.
Moving her own body in a subtle rhythm, Jenny watched two young couples at the far end of the dance floor who seemed to have slipped into a kind of competition to see who could interpret the music more wildly. It was almost shocking to see the way these thirteen and fourteen year olds could move their bodies, and Jenny watched with mischievous fascination as one of the young girls extended her arms straight over her head, arching her small round breasts, jerking her pelvis in a frenzied rhythm almost like a Polynesian dancer's, her thighs almost brushing the thighs of her young partner. Then the young nurse shifted her gaze reluctantly as Mac MacDonald, who aside from being co-chaperon of the dance had been Jenny's steady date most of the semester, moved up beside her.
"Boy!" he exclaimed. "Never heard anything so loud in my life."
"Come on, Mac," said Jenny. "You're just a square."
"Maybe I am," he said with a shrug. For the briefest instant his gaze dropped from Jenny's face down to the inviting swells of her breasts, straining against her thin blouse. Then his eyes again raised with a poignance of meaning or entreaty to her face.
"And don't look at me like that. After all, we are the chaperons. What do you think they're going to think?"
"I'm going to get some air. Wanna come?"
"No thanks."
Mac shrugged again. "All right. If anybody gets too far out of line give me a call."
He turned and made his way down the edge of the basketball court, now employed as the dance floor, and went out the door under the "exit" light. Jenny returned her attention to the two young couples on the far side of the court. Now, though the song was fast, young Craig Phillips and the eight grade girl he was dancing with were locked in a close embrace, their bodies almost motionless except for the frenzied undulations of their hips, which easily kept pace with the rhythm of the song. Jenny was hardly able to watch without blushing. It was disquietingly similar to the movements employed in the sex act itself, and as the song built to a climax she would almost have believed, if she hadn't known better, that the young couple were doing so also.
At last, with an explosion of percussion, the song ended and the young partners separated, milling about as they waited, some changing off into new pairs. It was really astonishing to Jenny the changes that had occurred since her own junior high school days, though that was over ten years ago. And the manner in which the youngsters danced these days seemed one of the finer examples of the evolution. The modem dance finally seemed to have come into an appropriate relationship with the basic urges that, centuries ago, must have inspired the first pagan rituals of which it was a part. The way these children responded to the music reflected a communication with and a sense for their bodies, and though Jenny would not for a minute have guessed that they actually had indulged in the sex act, their instinct for it - their "feeling" for those primitive motions - was demonstrated in a manner she found at once disturbing and intriguing. And it only further served to impress in Jenny's mind her own responsibility not only as nurse at the school, but as a moral teacher and guardian of the students. These children were at an age of dangerous curiosity and it was quite apparent just from their style of dancing, not to mention numerous other manifestations, that they were lacking in the caution necessary to cope with their curiosity.
The guitarist had to put his instrument into a special tuning and there was a considerable pause between songs. Then as the new one finally did begin, a slow blues number, Jenny was surprised to see another one of the freshmen boys, Tommy Turner, approaching her.
"Wouldn't you like to dance too, Miss Lane?" the cute youngster asked.
Jenny smiled, certain that now she was blushing, feeling a strange thrill at the proposition. And she was tempted. But somehow it just didn't seem proper. After a long hesitation she shook her head.
"No thanks, Tommy. I'm afraid I'm past the age for hopping around like you kids do. I wouldn't make it past the first chorus."
Tommy smiled back, watching her warmly. The descent of his eyes, in an expression innocent and curious, for just the briefest glimpse down at the upthrust mounds of Jenny's breasts, passed in the span of a blink and was equally unobtrusive. Yet that did not quell Jenny's awareness of it happening, nor the strange thrill, combined with anxiety, that she derived from it.
It seemed a long time before the boy moistened his lips and added softly: "But you don't have to hop around on this one, Miss Lane. This is a slow song, almost a waltz."
Jenny glanced past the young boy back to the dance floor at the couples, their bodies pressed tightly together, moving slowly in time to the music. Then her eyes strayed almost unconsciously to the exit, where there was still no sign of Mac.
"Oh Tommy. I don't think ..." Her voice faded; she had almost stuttered. Then she felt the youngster's hand take hers, gently urging her to follow him onto the floor. "Come on, Miss Lane. Please." Reluctantly she followed him out, aware that already they'd attracted the attention of a number of the other students. She raised her left arm, her hand almost trembling, to take Tommy's, but to her surprise the young teen-ager wrapped both his arms around her softly curved body, pressing himself immediately to a tight fit against her as he began to guide her smoothly backward across the floor in time to the mournful lead of the guitar.
Jenny stiffened almost instantly to the contact, too close for comfort, but if Tommy took note of this he gave no sign. He was perhaps two inches shorter than she, so his face nuzzled in the curve of her neck, his upper chest pressing tightly against the yielding swells of her soft breasts, his thighs brushing teasingly against her own. In spite of the fact that she was taken aback by the boldness of the boy's embrace, Jenny could not deny the troubling little tingles of pleasure that darted over her flesh at his hands' gently caressing her back, his loins brushing up suggestively against the sensitive inner softness of her thighs. And she was almost disappointed when, just as she'd forced herself to relax, the song came to an abrupt end and without hesitation the combo broke into another loud, psychedelic rock tune.
Hardly even breaking his own movements, Tommy swung back a step away from her, his body slipping freely into a gyrating motion that found a focal point at his pelvis, his bell bottom trousers flapping around his calves and ankles with the shuffling steps of his feet on the hard wood floor.
"Come on, Miss Lane!" he gasped. "I know you can dance to this too."
For an instant Jenny froze, aware now that almost everyone else on the dance floor, not to mention the onlookers from the side, was watching her. And though it had been a long time, she knew she could do it. There'd been a time near the end of nursing school that she'd done a lot of partying, that at the very beginning of the era of psychedelic music, and it hadn't changed that much. But still she hesitated. It seemed, though she couldn't put her finger on what it was that troubled her, that by indulging she would be getting into something, that she would be taking a step over some unseen and unidentified barrier, and she was about to make an adamant refusal and walk off the basketball court when out of the corner of her eye she noted that Mac had returned. Red-faced, he was standing beneath the goal at the end of the court. It was obvious that he completely disapproved, and absurd as it seemed, was even jealous.
It was in almost subconscious reaction that Jenny looked back at Tommy, her eyes narrowed and sparkling, and began a sensuously undulating movement of her own full ripe buttocks, her upper torso swaying in a lusty counter motion, her full breasts trembling in invitation as she let the driving music pervade her spirit and find primitive and lovely interpretation in the uninhibited response of her flesh.
Aware that she and Tommy now had the almost complete attention of the other students, who weren't even dancing, Jenny closed her eyes and tried to let herself go completely, the sensuous writhings of her tall voluptuous body an act of gentle flowing, her breasts bouncing in arched invitation, her own flesh tingling in a forbidden pleasure she derived from the sheer paganism of the movements of her body, heightened by the astonished attention of the young boy students.
Then as that song came to an end and she paused, gasping for breath, her face shining with a thin coating of perspiration, the breathless nurse felt a rushing of warmth in her breasts as she heard the eager cheers of the students, who'd moved into a vague circle around her and Tommy. Exhausted, she acknowledged their applause and started to make her way out of the circle toward her boy friend, who now stood, scowling, at the refreshment table. Then little Craig Phillips, his cute face beaming, stepped in front of her to physically block her passage. "Dance with me now, Miss Lane." "Oh no, I really can't do that again." "Of course you can," the boy said eagerly. "It isn't fair if you don't."
"Yeah. Come on, Miss Lane!" someone else echoed behind her.
"We want Miss Lane!" another youngster shouted, clapping his hands.
"Please?" Craig said. "You're a better dancer than any of these girls here."
Blushing with pride, Jenny glanced back at Mac just long enough to note his continued anger. She wet her lips suggestively with her tongue, still gasping to catch her breath, and nodded her consent.
Mac MacDonald maneuvered his Chevy station wagon into the little clearing in the grove overlooking the lake, cut the engine, then for almost a full minute stared silently into the darkness. Beside him, about the middle of the front seat, Jenny waited patiently.
"Well, you were the life of the party," he said finally, turning toward her with a scowl that had seemed etched onto his face since the middle of the dance.
"Oh come on, Mac," Jenny purred almost sweetly. In the soft light her face seemed to shine, as did the soft white flesh of her neck, highlighted by the contrast with her dark, loosely cascading hair. "There wasn't anything serious about that. I was just trying to narrow the generation gap."
"Generation gap, my foot! You looked like a two-bit whore out there on that dance floor. I wonder what Superintendent Johnson would have thought if he'd seen the way you were carrying on with those kids."
"I frankly don't care what Superintendent Johnson would have thought. Or anybody else for the matter. And if you brought me all the way up here to lovers' leap - where you've been getting very much out of hand recently, I might add - to give me a morals lecture, then I'd just as soon you drove me back to my apartment right now."
After a long silence, Mac's lips relaxed into a weak smile. Strange as it seemed, the very qualities that vexed him about Jenny were also the ones that appealed to him. He liked her independence and her daring, of which tonight's episode had been a fine example, and he supposed part of the reason he'd been angered by her dancing was the sheer frustration of watching that sensuously curved body, which in spite of all his efforts he hadn't been able to possess in the way he was determined to.
"Mac, I like those children and I want to be able to get closer to them. I feel there was a great barrier broken down by what I did tonight. And if you can't see that, I think you're blinded by some silly, old fashioned jealousy."
"I'm blinded all right," he conceded. "By jealousy and desire. But I didn't bring you up here to lecture you."
"Oh Mac," she said, shaking her head as he leaned suddenly toward her.
Jenny tried too late to wriggle away. She opened her mouth in protest but there wasn't a chance for her to get the words out. Mac's lips covered hers, his tongue moving swiftly between her teeth, and she felt his hand dropping beneath her arm, squeezing the soft pliable flesh of her back to pull her body forcibly toward his own. As she still squirmed feebly in resistance, she felt an involuntary hastening of her breathing and even as she tried to pull her lips away from his, she pressed her full firm breasts snuggly up against his muscular chest. Though she would never have admitted it to Mac, Jenny had been strangely excited by her contact with the young boys at the dance, and she knew that right now she was in a dangerously susceptible state. Her defenses were down and she was going to have to be very careful. She didn't want to make a mistake tonight, in the heat of passion, that tomorrow she would regret.
"Oh Jenny, Jenny," Mac said softly, moving his lips from her mouth to her cheek, breathing hotly into her ear and sending the first stirring chills of pleasure dancing teasingly down her spine.
Then her body stiffened as one of his hands dropped between their straining torsos to press fully up against the trembling swell of one of her breasts, the friction of the brassiere cup over her sensitive little nipple prompting it to a sudden tingling rigidity. The young nurse gasped, shaking her head feebly in protest. Somehow the present contact called to mind the feel of young Tommy Turner's small body pressed so tightly against hers during that first slow song they'd danced to, yet now in her memory the forbidden wisps of pleasure she'd experienced then were compounded and heightened, and only increased her sheerly physical responses now to the sensations of Mac's hand on her swollen breast, eagerly massaging it as his fingers began to fumble with the top button of her blouse.
"No, Mac," she whispered. "Don't do that." "Shhhhhhh." He blew into her ear, sending another wave of chills down her spine as the buttons flicked free from the holes and the thin white material parted slowly down between the voluptuous rises of the straining mounds.
Jenny shifted her body, almost sliding into a reclining position in the cramped front seat of the station wagon, now helplessly aware of the hard erection in Mac's trousers, bulging threateningly up against her own thighs that were revealed by the tight skirt worked far up above her knees.
"Stop it, Mac!" she gasped, trying to rally her resistance.
"No. I want to take your blouse off. And your brassiere. I want to see your breasts, Jenny, naked and free. That bra is just getting in the way, and I'm tired of having to paw around underneath it."
With a final effort Jenny wriggled suddenly away from her date, and moved to the opposite side of the car seat, her body trembling, her half-exposed breasts heaving with her strained gasps of breath. With a wounded look, Mac stared back at her, his eyes bright with desire.
"Come on, Jenny," he said in a soft cracking voice. "Why do you keep holding back? You know we like each other, and ... we're not children."
"You seem like one sometimes," she said with a quiet laugh. "You act like a little boy that wants a toy and won't be satisfied til he has it."
"I just want you," Mac said sincerely. "Or at least I want to feel like I'm making some progress."
Jenny hesitated, her eyes descending for an instant to the upthrust mounds of her breasts almost spilling over the tightly constricting cups of her brassiere, exposed by the blouse which was now open all the way down to where it tucked into her skirt. She liked Mac a lot. But she didn't like him this way. She'd had a couple of bad experiences during nurse's school and she'd made a vow to herself that the next time she went to bed with a man it was going to be because she loved him. It was going to be for keeps. And she didn't feel that way about Mac. But she had led him on, because he was the most agreeable companion available during the last couple of months. She did owe him something, though she knew anything she did to encourage him now would only compound the problem.
"Take me home, Mac," she said. "Please!"
"Jenny!"
She nodded. "All right." She pushed the blouse softly open and let it fall away from her smoothly rounded shoulders. "But I won't go any further." With trembling fingers Jenny reached up behind her back and took hold of the snap of the clinging brassiere, now all that stood before complete exposure of her voluptuously inviting torso. Then she paused. "You have to promise: nothing below the waist."
"What the hell kind of thing is that to a guy."
"You have to promise," she repeated tersely, making a subtle motion as if she were about to remove her hand from the bra snap.
In an expression of complete exasperation, Mac nodded. "All right! All right, I promise! Just take it off and let's climb over in back."
With a deft flick Jenny undid the snap and shook the straps off her arms. The cups fell suddenly away, completely revealing the ripe upthrust mounds, standing full and proud with no real need of mechanical support, the nipples perking instantly rigid at their contact with the cool night air.
The lust-crazed excitement in Mac's face causing 'new ripples of excitement to flood through her half-revealed body, Jenny looked back with narrowed eyes, faintly shaking her head. "But I'm not getting back there. Forget that right now. You made me a promise and you're going to keep it." Then she raised her arms slowly, lifting her long dark hair off the cream-whiteness of her shoulders in a wantonly suggestive gesture, her lips pursed and sultry, the movement of her arms arching her breasts even more temptingly as Mac leaned his face forward.
Jenny's body tensed, a gasp swelling in her throat as she gazed down and watched Mac's tongue flick from his lips, felt the sudden tantalizing contact as it brushed wetly over the little perforated nipple-bud. A small tremor of delight shook her body as his lips came into greater contact with the sensitive bud, sucking it between them, his tongue still twirling madly about it. She moaned then, arching her shoulders back to thrust her trembling breasts out even more prominently as Mac reached up to massage the other one, his slightly calloused palm creating an intense friction as it moved up and down over the nipple. Purring softly, she almost closed her eyes, dropping her arms to cradle his head gently against her, squirming her torso as he moved his mouth to the other swollen half-moon, making soft mutterings in his throat as he sucked even harder, then nibbled gently with his teeth to cause Jenny to cry out in a mingling of pain and even more gripping passion at the sudden intensification of the tingling sensation on her nipples.
For a moment she blanked her mind, letting herself enjoy without reservation the purely physical aspects of the sensation. It was a daydream effect of being hardly more than half-conscious, and mingling with the now sharpened tingles of pleasure, as Mac began to suck and fondle her breasts in earnest, were strangely fleeting recollections of the party she and Mac had chaperoned, distant recollections of touches, unintentional and inadvertent, of the forbidden and exciting contact she'd made, however cautiously, with the boys with whom she'd danced. Now, somehow, that all mingled without boundaries with this in drearn-like free association.
Then suddenly Jenny was wrenched back to the present. She gasped aloud, her eyes opening again, her thighs clamping tightly together as Mac's hand started to inch up their inner softness beneath her skirt.
"Mac, you promised!"
She seized his arm, struggling with all her might against the unwelcome invasion, her defenses weakened from the continued mad sucking on one of her exposed and swollen nipples. For a moment there was a stalemate as Mac refused to yield, his fingers touching the taut tendon of one of her inner thighs less than an inch away from the tight legband of her panties, his tongue still twirling wetly around the swollen corona of her nipple.
Then with a final effort she managed to push his hand down from between the softness of her thighs, feeling a nag of frustration at its removal.
Mac straightened up slowly, leaving her tingling breasts wet and shiny with the saliva that coated her throbbing nipples. He bit his lip, staring in a mixture of disappointment and rage.
"For chrissakes, Jenny. You're not going to stop me now?"
"You promised, Mac."
"But what kind of a promise is that?"
"I know." She cast her eyes solemnly away. Leaving her brassiere lying in the floor board, she retrieved the blouse and pulled it over her shoulders and began to button it up the front. "That was a crazy thing for me to do. I don't know why I did it."
Mac reached to the crotch of his trousers to make an adjustment, then slid sullenly back behind the wheel of the car. Jenny put her brassiere in her purse as he started the engine and backed out of lover's lane.
Chapter Two
Craig Phillips whistled quietly as he strode down the dark street back from his girl friend Karen's house. He'd gotten his hand inside her brassiere tonight for the first time! Her tits weren't half as big as they looked. Not that she wore falsies or anything, the bra just made them look fuller and more pointed. But it had still turned him on more than anything he'd ever done in his life. He loved the way her little nipple rose beneath his fingertips, and the way her whispers of protest had slowly become soft moans of passion. But he knew it was still a long way from feeling of a girl's breasts to actually getting into her panties, which was what Craig really wanted - now more than ever before in his young life. Tommy Turner had gotten his first piece last week. Somehow that made getting laid seem like a reality instead of just the fantasy it had always been before.
As he rounded the corner beneath the old elm tree to turn up toward his parents' house, Craig stopped suddenly, moving a few paces back into the shadows. Mac MacDonald and Miss Lane, the school nurse, were standing on the front steps before the entrance to the small apartment building where she lived. And though he couldn't distinguish exactly what they were saying, even from the low tones of their voices it was obvious they were having an argument -and from the way Mac had his hand about her slim waist, trying to pull her body to his, Craig was pretty sure it was sex they were arguing about.
Almost breathless, the young boy waited, motionless in the dense shadows of the elm. Miss Lane was struggling, not violently, but it was apparent she was putting a lot of effort into resisting. And it was just as obvious that Mr. MacDonald was very pissed off. Craig didn't think he'd ever forget the look on his face when he'd seen Miss Lane first dancing with Tommy Turner, snuggled up against him so close it looked like they were about to do it right there on the dance floor. Then later when she was dancing with Craig himself to that Rolling Stones song - boy! did she ever know how to move her body! And the whole time Mac just stood there watching her and sulking.
There probably wasn't a boy in the whole school who hadn't dreamed one time or another about getting it on with Miss Lane. She just had something over these thirteen and fourteen year olds, and you couldn't help thinking that because she was a nurse and knew about medicine and health, she would also know about sex. There'd always been a lot of speculation as to whether she was really sleeping with Mac, who, though he was a nice enough guy for a teacher, was sort of a cornball. But from the looks of what was happening across the street, Craig would just about bet that she wasn't.
Suddenly Mac turned the school nurse loose, letting her take a couple of steps away from him. He said something else, raising his voice even louder, though Craig still couldn't distinguish the actual words, then turned abruptly and stalked back up the walk. Miss Lane watched him get into his car and slam the door, then she turned and let herself into the building. Mr. MacDonald started the motor up and spun away, leaving a good strip of rubber, and on the ground floor at the rear left corner of the apartment building Craig saw the lights go up.
For a few moments longer the teenage boy waited in the shadows, staring intently across at the bright light pouring from the window. The apartment building was flanked on that side by about ten feet of lawn, bounded by a hedge, and the next lot was the construction site for another apartment building, still unfinished. He knew the thoughts going through his mind could get him into very bad trouble, but he couldn't resist pondering the possibilities. It seemed only logical that the rear corner room of an apartment building like this, entered from the front, would be the bedroom.
And the light was too bright. It just couldn't be that bright if the window was covered by a shade or curtain!
Craig took a deep breath, moistening his lips, which had become suddenly very dry. His palms felt sweaty and there was a fluttering in his stomach. Again he remembered the way Miss Lane had looked dancing with him to that Stones' record, the way her breasts had trembled and bounced with the writhing movements of her body, the way when she'd turned her back to him and thrust her butt back and wiggled it he could see her ass-cheeks clenching, sharply defined in the tight-fitting skirt she wore, the two rounded lines angling upward making a crease in the material to mark the legbands of her panties. And right now she might be taking off that skirt before she got into bed. He had to find out; he had to see it if he could. It was more than he could resist.
Resolved, though he was still so nervous he could hardly breathe, the young teenager strode across the street and made his way up, opposite the hedge, carefully avoiding the lumber piles and the scraps of bent pipe that, had he stepped on them, could have made a sound to give him away. Then just as he reached the rear of the lot and crouched to peer through the hedge, the lights went down. Craig whispered a soft curse and almost turned away without even looking. Then he realized that all wasn't lost. It was just a glimpse as she moved past the window. But he could still see. Somewhere in the room a lamp was still lit, or a candle. And Nurse Lane was wearing nothing but her brassiere and panties!
Still crouched, Craig moved several feet down along the hedge to a position that afforded him a better view of the bedroom. He gasped, feeling his young hardness surge to an immediate throbbing ridgity at the lust-arousing sight that greeted him.
The school nurse was still clad in her brassiere and panties, her amber flesh glowing in the dim light. At the instant Craig got into position where he was able to see her, she was reaching up behind her back to undo the brassiere. She flicked the snap loose, allowing the cups to fall partly away from the full, upthrust mounds, then worked the straps off the softness of her shoulders and let the brassiere fall lightly away to the floor, revealing the most beautiful pair of breasts Craig had ever seen in his life - even in pictures. The nipples were wide mauve circles, swollen already to ripe points; around them the skin was not quite as dark as that of her smooth stomach and shapely thighs, but there was a natural richness of hues and tones even on the most private areas of her body that would be concealed by a bikini when she sun-bathed.
Now nothing remained but the flimsily clinging panties, so transparent that even in this light Craig could see the outline of her soft black cunt-hair nestled between her full swelling thighs. It was the closest the adolescent had ever come to actually seeing a woman's pussy, except in pictures of course, and now the sight was almost driving him out of his mind. Then he almost groaned aloud with excitement as Miss Lane slipped her thumbs into the thin elastic waistband of the panties, fiddling with them teasingly, drawing them slowly down from the dark little hole of her navel, off the striking flare of her pelvis until Craig could just distinguish a few soft curls of pubic hair.
Then she paused, her face sultry, eyes narrowed, as she gazed down at the near nakedness of her voluptuous body. It seemed, though at first Craig was sure it must only be his own imagination, that she was playing with the panties as if performing a striptease act before an appreciative audience. Her hips were swaying gently as if in subtle variation to the wild gyrations with which she'd astonished and thrilled all the kids at the dance. It seemed as if she were making the faintest undulating movements, almost hunching, and her breasts rose and fell with strained and excited breathing, as if her whole body was trembling with welling passion that would burst forth suddenly in an explosion of lust and motion. But still Craig assumed that must be just the produce of his own feverish imagination.
What happened during the next fifteen or twenty minutes was almost more than the young boy could believe.
Jenny didn't know what had happened tonight. The whole affair seemed like a dream, something she'd imagined and thought for a few moments was real, then with relief had discovered was not. And the two aspects of it, her outburst of dancing at the party and what had happened later in the car were not separate; they were, by strands she didn't yet comprehend, intricately interwoven. And the way she felt now, every inch of her naked flesh tingling, a fluttering of anxiety and passion mingling in her loins and permeating her whole body and being, was more than just a result of the physical contact with the young boys and later with Mac. The lust she felt now had been here before that began. It was this that somehow even without her being aware of it as a motive had driven her to become the life and scandal of the party. And Mac was right about that. If Superintendent Johnson had seen the way she was dancing with Tommy Turner and Craig Phillips, rubbing her body against theirs, writhing like a sacrificial virgin offered up before them, he would have been unhappy with very just cause. And it was still the original unfocused desire that had driven her to the sheer lunacy of stripping the upper half of her body naked, allowing Mac complete freedom to kiss and suck and feel her breasts, then refusing him when he tried to go further. The entire evening was a montage of lust-inspired paradox. And it had not been resolved; the lust remained stronger than ever.
But now, though she still didn't want to admit that to herself, the lust had found focus.
Jenny sighed deeply, an electric anticipation rising in her breasts as she gazed down at the near nakedness of her body, her thumbs lifting the tight elastic waistband of the panties away from her smooth dark flesh so she could peer down into the soft forbidden strands of her pubic hair. Then slowly she peeled the panties down over the ripe fullness of her buttocks and the length of her silken thighs. She left the candle on the night stand burning and lay down on the bed, still not pulling the covers up, still gazing with her wantonly glazed eyes at her own naked loveliness. She knew what was going to happen next. She hadn't done it in so long; she'd never thought she would succumb to the temptation again. But she had to have something tonight, some kind of relief from the terrible desire that gripped her, no matter how depraved and degrading the act she had to commit to attain it.
Jenny sucked her breath in softly, her fingers trembling as she raised one of her hands to the wide-set mounds of her breasts, her fingers flicking teasingly over the already rigid nipples to cause every inch of her naked flesh to shiver with the darting chills that spread outward from the sensitive little buds. She sighed, squirming her hips down against the mattress as she continued for a moment to stroke first one and then the other richly toned nipple-points. Then her hand trailed teasingly lower over the smooth warm flesh of her naked belly, the fingers brushing lightly into the sparsely curling strands of hair nestled between her amber thighs.
She hesitated, waging a little battle in her mind against the depraved and obscene temptation that gripped her; then in a sudden eager motion she admitted final defeat and darted her finger quickly downward between her widespread thighs. Her body stiffened at the first shocking contact of her middle finger over the tiny twitching bud of her clitoris. A tremor of longing coursed out suddenly from the swollen bud, saturating every inch of her burning flesh. She'd already been through too much tonight. Though she'd managed to control herself with Mac, that ordeal had put a fine edge on her lust. There'd just been too much stimulation, and her whole body was like a tightly wound coil. The first touch on her sensitive little clitoris was what snapped it.
Jenny moaned softly as her finger began to brush and stroke slowly over the twitching bud. Her buttocks began to move in a gently undulating motion on the bed as she stroked back and forth, her fingers moving lower and lower down along the moistly forbidden slit of her pussy, parting the dark little curls of pubic hair and starting to spread the already lustfully moistened lips.
Now the undeniable chills of delight coursing out from her aching loins prompted even more strained whimpers as she began to spread the freely flowing moisture up and down over her sensitive pussy-flesh, her fingers darting teasingly into the yielding little slit as she arched her satiny buttocks with suddenly increased urgency up off the mattress, her thighs parting wider as her fingers began their first shocking probes up into the softly clasping orifice.
Another surge of guilt welled in Jenny as she realized that she'd gone too far. Now there was no stopping herself. Though she'd almost consciously decided that she would have to masturbate, she'd somehow managed to keep her awareness suspended, and now it struck her in all its sordidness. Yet her guilt and revulsion did nothing to quell the little shivers of pleasure that pervaded every voluptuous inch of her nakedly writhing body.
Jenny gasped as her finger wormed slowly deeper up into her yielding cuntal flesh, her thumb keeping up an intense friction over her clitoris as she arched her hips even higher in eager hunching motions. She sank the finger slowly to the last knuckle up into her sensitive flesh, then with a soft whimper surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began a lewd undulation as she started to finger-fuck with smooth, even strokes in and out of the tightly clasping pussy-lips.
Little moans of passion and lust poured incessantly from her throat as the young nurse began to masturbate in earnest. Her eyes and teeth clenched and she thrashed her body wildly as her depraved pleasure overcame her. Grunts of salacious joy spewed from her lips and her fingers darted swiftly in and out of the tightly trembling opening of her cunt. Her face was flushed, shining with a thin coat of perspiration as she began to strain, groaning in frustration and worming her finger deeper and deeper up into her warmly quivering pussy. She tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long black hair whipping over the naked whiteness of her shoulders as she increased the rapid finger-fucking rhythm.
Jenny lifted her head off the pillow and gazed down between the quivering mounds of her breasts, an obscene thrill coursing through her at the perverse picture of her own middle finger thrusting in and out of the widely parted lips of her cunt. Now her body was thrashing savagely on the mattress, her loins thrusting upward to the lewd probing strokes that penetrated deeper and deeper into the quivering inner flesh. The pink lips of her vagina flowered open to give her an even greater access to the sensitive cuntal depths and the continued maddening strokes of her thumb over the little twitching pleasure-bud of her clitoris was almost driving her out of her mind with unsatiated need. Her lust had become like a fiery hot ball in her belly and now her body screamed for release. Nothing mattered but to still this crazed hunger that had engulfed her, and she was almost crying in response to the unfulfilled passion that surged through the warmly pulsating flesh of her desire-tortured pussy.
Then suddenly Jenny's whole naked body tensed, shuddering; it seemed to uncoil in a whiplash motion as her legs scissored open and closed on her wildly fucking fingers. She felt the rising tide begin deep in her belly, spontaneous contortions racking her voluptuous flesh as she fought and strained for the release which at last seemed imminent.
But still she floundered for what seemed an eternity in the unbearable craving, finger-fucking even more viciously into her trembling cuntal softness, her other hand roving and stroking madly over the naked round curves of her body, massaging and crushing the voluptuous mounds of her breasts, tweaking the tingling nipples to even hotter rigidity.
Then a desperate cry burst from her throat and she drew her finger almost out of her wetly trembling pussy-lips, stroking it in a staccato motion over the swollen bud of her clitoris to send new thrills darting from the pulsating depths of her vagina through every lust-tortured fiber of her flesh and being. She rubbed her thumb rapidly back and forth over her turgid clitoris, sobbing and moaning in quivering frustration as the relief still hovered beyond her reach.
She gave out suddenly with an almost hideous moan as she shoved her middle finger savagely back into the open cuntal mouth and screamed in wanton abandon to the lewd fantasy that suddenly engulfed her, filling her at once with joy and terror. She didn't even want to put the picture into words in her mind and even as she strained for release she tried to fight the obscenely compelling vision down to obscurity. But it was there, fixed, clearly and vivid as the recollection of dancing with the little boys, of writhing and twisting her own body in the heat of her wanton display, or snuggling against them in tight and lewd embrace on the slow songs. The fantasy was only a few easy steps from what she'd already done tonight.
"Oh god, oh god," she moaned involuntarily.
Suddenly Jenny's breasts began to heave and quiver with the insane tossing of her body as she lunged her hips up and down in a frenzied hunching motion. Then it began, a deep trembling up inside her loins that surfaced swiftly in a volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breathtaking tidal wave of searingly indescribable sensation that poured out through all of her madly thrashing body. The clasping lips of her cunt worked and sucked hungrily at the rapid fucking of her finger, her breath rasping in short frenzied gasps as the powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her to a sea of depraved bliss. She cried out deliriously, wallowing lewdly in the obscene ecstasy of self-inspired climax, her fingers still working eagerly in and out of the warm flesh of her loins. Her other hand coursed up and down over the softly tingling curves of her body, returning to crush and massage again over her trembling breasts as the violent orgasm continued to shake her. Then at last the tortured brunette sank down in exhaustion on the bed, dropping her head back on the pillow. With an effort, she leaned over and blew out the candle on the night stand, little spasms of pleasure continuing to course outward from her loins for several minutes as she panted and gasped to catch her breath.
Then, her unwelcome desire satiated for the moment, the guilt welled up suddenly in her breasts at the realization of the depths of depravity she'd sunk to in having to resort to such a perverted act in order to satisfy the forbidden lust she was only just now becoming fully aware of. And even more poignant than the guilt was the chilling apprehension at that realization.
Craig Phillip's mouth was dry and he could almost feel the pounding of his heart in his chest. Still crouched behind the hedge he got one last glimpse of the school nurse's voluptuously naked body as she leaned over to blow out the candle. Then through the window he saw only darkness.
Craig stood up slowly and moved back along the hedge toward the street. He still could hardly believe what he'd just witnessed, and he knew the other kids were going to think he was either crazy or an outright liar when he told them what he'd seen. Who would ever think such a good-looking woman as Miss Lane would have to finger-fuck herself to get her kicks? But it had happened right before his eyes, and he'd never seen anything so exciting in his life. His balls were aching and his cock throbbed, and he could feel the wetness in his underpants where the seminal fluid had seeped out. It had been almost all he could do to keep from jacking off himself there near the end when Miss Lane was really going out of her mind and tossing and hunching as she began to build toward her climax.
Chapter Three
Jenny Lane was only mildly surprised the following Tuesday afternoon when she got home from school and found the letter with the local postmark in the mailbox. She had no idea who could be writing her, for she had almost no contacts in town except for the people she knew through the school, so she concluded it must be some kind of advertisement. She tossed it onto the coffee table in the living room, put the water to run in the bath and stripped out of her white uniform. She'd virtually forgotten about the letter until she got back from her bath, her hair wrapped in a towel, her soft brown skin still damp and hardly concealed beneath the flimsy robe she wore. Casually she picked up the envelope and tore it open. Then her face went white and she felt a sudden nausea in her stomach.
It was not the short note that first seized her attention and prompted the reaction of sheer panic, but the crude sketch done on a small section of parchment-like drawing paper. The young nurse could hardly believe what she saw. Though the artist was not talented, his intent was clear enough. The sketch was done in an exaggerated style, like a cartoon, and depicted a naked, full-breasted woman lying on a bed. Her hair had been inked in black to define her as a brunette, like Jenny. Her thighs were spread wide apart, her hips arched upward off the mattress. One of her hands caressed her breasts, the other lay between the parted thighs. There was one other pertinent and chilling detail to the sketch. A calender on the wall behind the bed had a date circled, and it took only a moment's counting for Jenny to ascertain that was the date of the party - the night Jenny had made such a spectacle of herself dancing with the junior high boys she was supposed to be chaperoning, the night she had stripped off her blouse and brassiere to let Mac have free access to her breasts, the night she'd succumbed to temptation and masturbated so obscenely. And now suddenly she wanted to cry in shame again, as she'd almost done that night after she'd finished finger-fucking herself. Because there was only one explanation for this sketch. The circled date was no coincidence.
Somebody had seen her. Somebody must have watched that whole terrible, private display.
Then through teared eyes Jenny read the short note that accompanied the sketch.
Dear Miss Lane,
This sketch should speak for itself. As a long time admirer of yours I'm very surprised such a beautiful woman like yourself has to do herself with her finger in order to get any satisfaction. I'd like to offer my services, which I think you'll enjoy even better.
Come to the old drive-in outside of town at ten tonight (you'll get this Tuesday). Please be on time. If you aren't, the whole town will be talking about you.
Admirer
Jenny was trembling as she placed the note and the obscene sketch back onto the table, the shame and humiliation she'd at first experienced giving way gradually to an even more crushing sensation of helplessness. There was no telling what kind of a person might have written the note. It was logical to assume that he was a window-peeper, watching her probably from across the hedge that separated the apartment lawn from the adjoining construction sight, and of course Jenny now realized that it had been sheer madness for her to have done what she did that night without even bothering to make sure the curtains were closed over the window. But she hadn't been thinking pragmatically at the time - to the contrary, had hardly been capable of thinking at all in the state of delirium and lust which had finally prompted her to stoop to committing the depraved act in which she had been caught. It now occurred to her that this might not even have been the first time her privacy had been so intruded. Because of the fact that she had no next door neighbors and had never even considered the possibility of someone lurking around the half-finished apartment building after working hours, she'd never been concerned about keeping the curtain pulled over her window. This terrible person, whoever he was, might have been watching her periodically throughout the entire semester. But what kind of person would do such a thing? And what terrible price might he demand from her to keep his silence about what he'd seen?
It was a moonless night and the stars were obscured by a thick layer of clouds. It was cool and there was a soft, chilling breeze in the air. The old drive-in theater where Jenny had been instructed to appear had gone the way of so many other theaters during the fifties. In the light of day it rendered a chilling evocation of decay, of an age past, as if it were an ancient monument to a civilization long dead, but now in the darkness it was even more an eerie setting. The spacious lot before the looming screan, marked by still-standing speaker posts though the boxes for the most part had long ago been ripped away, now looked to Jenny the darkest and loneliest place in the world.
She pulled her car to a stop before the screen and cut off the engine, shivering half from the cold and half from her own gripping terror. When she remembered and turned off her headlights the initial darkness was almost impenetrable. Then gradually her eyes adjusted until she was once more able to make out the aspects of scene around her.
The unhappy young nurse had been afraid to come, but even more afraid not to. She'd been on edge all evening, the seconds marked by the ticking of her alarm clock, which in her heightened state of emotion sounded for all the world like a giant gong. She'd carried on a terrible debate in her mind, knowing it could be foolish for her to follow the demands of the note, knowing that if her tormentor was a window-peeper it was also logical to assume he was some kind of pervert. And there was no guessing what he might ask in exchange for his silence. But it wasn't unreasonable to doubt that it might be some depraved act Jenny wouldn't have been emotionally able to submit to even if she did decide to prostitute herself in order to avoid the scandal that would certainly ensue if the blackmailer told what he knew. Even if his story was not actually believed, the mere suggestion would be enough to ruin Jenny in a small town like this, the situation complicated by the fact that she worked at the junior high school and was responsible for the health and to a certain degree the moral, or at least emotional, guidance of local children in a vulnerable and formative age group.
But by the same token, Jenny knew she would not have any peace if she didn't follow the instructions set down in the note. In spite of the danger, she had to make at least some effort to confront her problem. Had she not come, she would virtually have been afraid to remain at home in her apartment through the night. The uncertainty seemed to pose a threat almost as poignant as any physical harm that might befall her at this frightening and deserted spot.
Jenny waited inside the car. Now the seconds seemed to be ticking off in her own mind, yet still at a disturbing volume. As her eyes gradually became better accustomed to the lack of light, she began to scan the terrain of the lot, searching the shadows for any sign of movement. There was nothing. It seemed that she was completely alone and at that prospect she was gripped by another paradoxical set of emotions. She felt a superficial relief, but that was greatly overshadowed by something strangely akin to disappointment. Rationally she knew the relief could only be temporary, but that was not really the source of her contradictory feelings either. Her dread was strangely an anticipation. Jenny couldn't understand it herself.
At last, trembling, she opened the car and got out. Again a shiver went through the shapely woman's body. She wore a light, sleeveless blouse and a modest skirt, which was not quite enough. She regretted now that she hadn't brought a wrap.
Slowly Jenny again let her gaze drift over the parking lot, but there was still no sign of life.
Then she turned and walked toward the dark movie screen, her shoes crunching softly in the gravel, her anxiety now almost unbearable. He wasn't here, she thought. He hadn't come. And she felt almost as if she'd been stood up. She felt denied.
Jenny sank down on a low wooden bench situated before the old concession stand, despair coming over her. She didn't know what in the world she could do next. The prospect of going back to her apartment and waiting alone there was more than she could face. Of course there was always Mac, but she had been avoiding him since the night of the party, and she certainly didn't want to have to go through a wrestling match to keep his hands off her body in her present state of emotions.
Narrow-eyed, Jenny gazed down at the soft curves of her body, her breasts swelling tightly in the sweater, her thighs half-revealed by the skirt. A strange and disquieting vision flashed in her mind: what would she have done, she wondered, if the blackmailer had shown up and demanded she make love to him? Would she have been able to submit? And in some masochistic fashion would she have enjoyed it? She could hardly even imagine now how long it had been since she'd gone to bed with a man.
She refused in her mind to count up the months. But thus far she'd managed to resist the temptation. She'd made her vow and, difficult as it had been, she had kept it. And she had been tempted, even with Mac. But what would happen if she were given no choice, if she were forced to break the resolution she had made so long ago?
As that train of thought clouded the mental picture of the more important aspects of her dilemma, Jenny was suddenly startled by a soft and distant sound, yet none the less vivid and alarming. She looked up quickly. Once more her eyes scanned the dark, deserted-looking lot, searching for a sign of movement in the shadows.
Then she heard the sound again, a soft crunching on gravel. Slowly the dark shadowy figure emerged, far across the lot, walking toward her. Breathless, her heart pounding wildly in her breasts, Jenny waited, now again gripped with fear and dread, almost ready to bolt and run for her car.
Then she could hardly believe her eyes as the form took shape. It was a boy. Craig Phillips!
Jenny's first response was contrary to anything she might have expected. Instead of being relieved that she at least didn't have to fear physically for herself, she experienced only a terrible welling of shame and humiliation at the thought that one of the young boys she'd danced with Saturday, with whom she had enjoyed such a thrilling and forbidden pleasure, should have seen her degrading performance in her bedroom. The thought of this disgrace was more dreadful than any fear of physical harm. That one of the young boys from school could have seen her masturbating, writhing and moaning and thrusting her own fingers in and out of her hotly seeping vagina in the lewdest abandon, seemed the worst thing that could possibly have happened. There was nothing else to fear; the most terrible possible catastrophe seemed already to have occurred.
Speechless, Jenny waited as the young boy strode toward her, swaggering, a strange grin on his face in the darkness. She felt a constricting tightness in her throat and her heart was pounding even more wildly. The shame crushed and overwhelmed her.
"Hello, Miss Lane," Craig said when he was standing right before her, an incongruous leer in his eyes as he openly surveyed the straining mounds of her ripened breasts, thrust up high and pointed in her sweater by the flimsy brassiere she wore.
Jenny nodded, swallowing hard, finding it almost impossible to look the teenage boy in the eyes. It had not even remotely occurred to her that her blackmailer could have been one of the kids from the junior high school, though she now realized that should have been her most obvious and immediate conclusion. Window-peeping was almost a normal pastime for a youngster this age, a natural reflection of their all too natural curiosity about sex. And she knew she was an attractive woman, suspected even that she was somewhat of a sex symbol, to be held in awe by the students at school. It was only to be expected that sooner or later one of the young boys might get curious as to whether there was anything to be seen through her bedroom window. But it couldn't have happened at a worse time. In fact, Jenny realized somewhere in the back of her mind, she could find it almost pleasing to think of a cute young boy like Craig watching her undress, hungering after the lush curves of her body, thrilling as she removed her brassiere to reveal the voluptuously curved swells of her breasts and peeled the panties off the lush ripeness of her satiny buttocks to expose the shocking and compelling view of the forbidden, silken-haired softness between her thighs. There was something beautiful and innocent in that prospect, and now Jenny would almost have given her soul for that to have been all the teenager had witnessed.
"I thought you were getting lonely, judging from what I saw the other night," Craig said.
Jenny looked up at him suddenly. Though it was only a trace, she had detected a faint trembling in his voice as he said that. It occurred to her now that this might well be quite as outlandish a venture for the youngster as it was for her. Craig was only fourteen and in spite of the familiarity she'd seen between him and his girl friend, Karen, the perceptive nurse suspected the boy had hardly done more than steal goodnight kisses. And blackmailing the school nurse into sexual submission would be quite a feat for any freshman boy.
It was only then that another important aspect of this development occurred to Jenny: the physical danger she'd feared was non-existant, and though the young boy could do terrible damage to her reputation, his story would probably not be believed officially if she were adamant enough in her denial.
"You haven't told anyone what you saw the other night, have you?" Jenny asked, now watching the youngster slyly.
"Not yet," he said with a smug grin.
Jenny's eyes flared. As ashamed as she knew she must feel, she was still beginning to resent the invasion of her privacy, not to mention the fact that this little kid had scared her half out of her wits with the note he'd sent.
"Now just what do you mean by that?" she asked in a rising voice.
Craig looked back at her in astonishment, muted for a moment. Jenny's heart was still pounding just as furiously, but something was happening that she could hardly even understand herself. The adrenalin was rushing through her body, and in spite of everything, she was beginning to get very angry, and she was beginning to think she didn't much care what the boy threatened to tell about her. It was embarrassing, but masturbation was no crime. At least she hadn't hurt anyone else by her helpless yielding to the pressure of her temptation.
"What do you mean, I asked you," she snapped again.
"I'm ... I'm going to give you a little of what you really ... want," the youngster stammered, his face paling in the moonlight as Jenny rose from her seat on the bench.
Though it hadn't really occurred to her, she realized she was a good two inches taller than the young boy, and now that only added to her confidence as she glared, outraged, down into his eyes.
"You're going to give me what I want? And just what is that, Craig Phillips?"
Craig retreated a step from her as Jenny waited, fiery-eyed. He hesitated for a moment, swallowing so hard she could see his Adam's apple bob. Then he met her gaze again and spoke in a quivering voice: "I think you want to get fucked." He paused, wetting his hps. "I think you want to get fucked by one of us young boys you were dancing with that night before I saw you in your bedroom."
Jenny's hand moved with lightning swiftness and sounded like a whip as it cracked on Craig's cheek. She felt the little boy recoil beneath the slap, the crimson imprint of her palm rising on the side of his face, tears rushing spontaneously to his eyes.
"If you say one word to anybody about what you saw through that window I'll personally skin you alive, little boy!"
Jenny took another step toward him and the youngster retreated fearfully.
"But I thought ... ?"
"You thought what?" she asked and continued before he had time to answer: "Did you know that window-peeping is against the law? Did you know I could have you sent to reform school for what you've done?"
"I thought you wanted it," he stammered incredulously.
"I ought to turn you over my knee and give you a good spanking right now," Jenny continued, hardly able to even believe her attitude herself. "And don't think I'm not big enough to do just that either," she added.
"But Miss Lane!"
Jenny didn't think she had ever been so enraged in her life. The very idea that a kid like this would first intrude on her privacy, then try to blackmail her, and that he would suggest that he'd done it all because he thought she wanted it!
"Miss Lane!"
She reached out and grabbed him by the collar, jerking him suddenly toward her as he squirmed desperately to get away. She knew now she had nothing to fear from the fourteen year old; he'd virtually cowered before her the minute she became aggressive, and her confidence only seemed to make her more determined to get even with him for his odious and insulting scheme.
Jenny was only half-conscious of what she was doing as she dropped back down on the bench, tugging the helpless youngster with her. As he struggled to get free, she jerked his belt loose and clicked open the snap at the top of his trousers. They fell of their own accord as she pulled him from his feet to a belly-down position across her soft thighs, half exposed by the skirt which had worked far up above her knees as she sat down. Her breath coming in strained gasps, Jenny yanked the teenage boy's jockey shorts down off the white rounds of his buttocks. As he kicked and pleaded and protested, she began to spank, her palm making a loud smacking sound on the quivering ass-cheeks, prompting helpless moans and gasps from the little boy each time she struck.
It was over in a minute or so. Her hands trembling, she turned him loose. Craig slid off, almost to his knees, struggling to gain his balance and shamefully tugging up his trousers. Now the tears, more of shame and humiliation than actually physical pain, shone brightly on his face. Jenny's whole body was tingling; there was a mad look in her own eyes and her hand stung from the contact with his buttocks. Up between her thighs she could feel an inexplicably flowing moisture and her breath was coming m gasps.
My God, she thought, staring with incredulity at the youngster. I must be losing my mind.
Then, her hand still trembling, she reached out and drew him toward her. Too astonished to resist, the young boy yielded almost limply, watching with awe as the school nurse began to fumble with the zipper to his trousers.
Jill leaned slowly toward the young boy as her fingers slipped deftly into his fly. A voice in the back of her mind told her what she was doing was insane, but she didn't care. She didn't even know what had happened to her. The desire had crept over her without her knowledge. Now her whole body was on fire and she knew she had to do something, somehow had to compensate for the way she'd just punished and humiliated Craig. She knew something like that at his age, being spanked on the naked buttocks by a woman, could do irreparable damage. It might destroy his confidence to the extent he would never be able to handle himself well in the presence of women. It might even be the thing that triggered, or was a contributing influence in making a boy at least lean toward homosexuality. And she knew now that somehow she had to give him back his adolescent masculinity.
Jill felt the teenager's hips suddenly squirm excitedly as her fingers wrapped around the soft shaft of his penis, looming suddenly to a warmly pulsing erection. A little quiver of passion darted through Jenny's own body as she worked the youngster's jockey shorts down to expose the twitching shaft to her touch, bending it downward so that in a hard, springing motion it popped suddenly out of the zipper to stunning exposure, now fully erect, the small head engorged with blood.
Jenny gasped, hardly able to catch her breath as she gazed with narrowed and watering eyes down at the boy's long thin cock, the head smooth and pink with a little drop of seminal fluid glistening on the glans.
"God, Miss Lane," Craig gasped, his whole body trembling as Jenny lightly tugged at the loose foreskin, drawing it downward along the shaft.
For several moments as the youngster twitched and quivered before her, she manipulated the tender skin up and down in long smooth strokes, feeling the lust-inflamed hardness surge to even greater rigidity beneath her lewdly working fingers. Then, her face flushing with the forbidden want swelling in her body, Jenny gazed up at the boy's face. She was determined to compensate for what she had just done. She was going to give him back his pride and self-confidence and right now she didn't care what the consequences were. She knew the wrong she had done was far greater than his. He could be excused by his youth, but there'd never be any justification for her having humiliated him in the manner she had. Now she was going to set things right - in the best way she could think of to accomplish that.
"Craig, I'm going to suck your cock," Jenny said in a deep and sultry voice. "Would you like that? Would you like me to suck it?"
Craig could hardly believe what he'd heard. He stared back at her in shock, stunned silent, his lips trembling as he tried to voice his reply. At last he nodded his head.
"Yes, Miss Lane. Gee yes, I'd like it!"
Slowly Jenny decreased the tantalizing up-and-down motions of her hand on the throbbing shaft, then stopped completely, lightly squeezing the bulging resilience. She'd never felt this way in her life. She knew what she was doing could have disastrous consequences, knew she was courting fate beyond the bounds of sanity. But now there was no stopping.
She waited but a moment longer, relishing the anticipation, her own desire surging as wildly as Craig's excitement. Her tongue flicked teasingly from her mouth to moisten her invitingly full lips, then she leaned her face slowly toward the boy's loins, bending the swelling shaft of his cock backwards until it was pointed straight at her face. She paused again, her face posed daringly close, the naked cock-head only inches from her hps, then she opened her mouth and breathed softly over the glistening little glans, her fingers resuming the gentle up-and-down skinning to prompt further excited jerkings of the youngster's hips.
"Oh yes, Miss Lane!" he gasped excitedly. "Please suck it! I can't wait any longer."
Now the boy's blunt words, which moments ago had enraged her, only further stimulated Jenny's uncontrollable lust. Her tongue flicked gingerly from her lips, the saliva-wetted tip of it coming into warm titillating contact with the throbbing head of Craig's boyish cock. She circled it slowly about the rubber-like flesh as she heard the teenager moan and felt his hips twitch in response to the lustfully exciting sensation. The tip of her tongue found the tiny opening of the glans at the end and darted wetly into it to flick up the little drop of seminal fluid.
The tangy taste only further stimulated the school nurse's wanton craving and her hand slipped to the base of the lustfully pulsing shaft as her lips parted to take just the throbbing tip into the warmth and moisture of her mouth.
Jenny's fingers played lovingly through the thin curls of pubic hair at the boy's open fly, venturing inside to caress the tightly stretched sac of his testicles as her tongue flicked downward along the smoothly straining shaft. She planted moist kisses around the jerking tip and traced an obscene path down the length so that her nose brushed against the hairs that curled from Craig's open fly as he squirmed before her.
She continued to play and tease him, flicking her tongue lightly, breathing softly over the sensitive male flesh, yet refusing to really take it into her mouth, to give him the satisfaction his lust must now so urgently demand. Then suddenly with a deep groan in his throat Craig reached his hands down into Jenny's long dark hair and pulled her face closer to his thighs as he thrust his loins eagerly forward.
Jenny gave out with a muffled cry of delight as the full length of Craig's lust-inflamed cock came shoving up into her wantonly yielding mouth, the throbbing head plunging back along her tongue to embed itself in her throat as he pushed his loins even more ruthlessly up to her face. She took a lewdly masochistic pleasure in the youngster's sudden aggressiveness, already a shocking display of the fact that his confidence was coming back, that by sucking him off she was accomplishing her purpose. Surrendering her lips willingly, she felt the palpitating head of his penis crush hotly into the tender cavern of her mouth, and she closed her eyes and basked in her joy and submission even though the fleshy penis almost choked her.
Craig's hips quivered as he felt the school nurse close her lips tightly around the pulsating shaft of his cock, now taking almost the full length in her mouth as she began to suck in earnest. He'd never felt anything so good in his whole life. He'd heard the older boys talking about women doing this, but somehow he'd never really believed it. And it sure hadn't occurred to him when he'd come here tonight that Miss Lane would do anything like this for him. It gave him such a feeling of power to see her bowed in subjugation before him, her face pressed up against the crotch of his trousers, her tongue flicking wildly about the sensitive flesh of his penis, her lips sliding teasingly up and down the quivering shaft until he thought he wasn't going to be able to control himself for a minute longer. He still had never fucked a girl and he could only imagine what that must feel like. But he couldn't see how it could be any better than this.
Jenny moaned hungrily as she began to work her head back and forth in a lewd bobbing motion before Craig's loins, swishing her tongue in wild tantalizing movements around the sensitively jerking cock-head. Now that she'd finally shed her inhibitions, she concentrated all her efforts on the submissive sucking of the youngster's penis, making soft gurgling sounds in her throat, yielding her mouth up without reservation for his pleasure, her lips stretched tightly by the blood-engorged rod of flesh. She sucked ravenously, already beginning to hunger for the sweet-tasting semen she knew must have started to well up in the teenager's throbbing testicles. But now her own body had also begun to cry out in need. The. lewd submission had tapped a masochistic source in her she didn't even know existed and now every inch of her voluptuously soft flesh was demanding contact, sensation, a physical reward for the offering of her mouth to the young boy's lustful use.
With a sudden soft whimper Jenny raised her head, letting the throbbing cock slip from her mouth. Her face flushed, she gazed up pleadingly at the little boy, who now looked back in surprise and disappointment.
"Touch me too, Craig," she said in a near-cracking voice. "Touch my body. Make me feel something too."
Then just behind the concession stand, her eyes found a small plot of grass. The young boy followed her gaze, then looked back at her and nodded. His cock still protruding in obscene erection from his trousers, Craig walked before her over to the grass. Her whole body trembled with the lust that consumed her as Jenny dropped to her knees on the ground and Craig lay on his back, his erect cock now standing straight up in the air. Jenny moistened her lips, her eyes feverish as she gazed down at it. Then she slowly lifted her skirt off her smoothly tanned thighs, rolling it in a bundle about her waist several inches above her low hanging panties, transparent so that even in the darkness the youngster could see the inviting shadowy triangle of pubic hair nestled between her inner thighs.
"Now feel me," she said in a quivering voice. "Put your hands inside my panties and play with my pussy."
Craig needed no further encouragement. He'd never been able to get his hand even under his girl friend Karen's skirt, let alone actually touch her pussy, and the prospect intrigued him. He remembered the way Miss Lane's cunt had looked that night he window-peeped on her. It beckoned inexplicably, like nothing else in the world.
As she felt the boy's hand move to the softness of her thighs, Jenny again dropped her lips to his turgid cock-head, her tongue swiping softly over the smooth bulbous tip, little mewls of lust-incited submission rising from deep in her throat as his hips lunged upward from the grass to drive the resilient shaft even farther into her warm wet mouth. Then her own body began to twist and squirm in excitement as she felt his hands stroke up the tautly straining tendon of her inner thigh. His fingers flicked shockingly up inside the tight leg band of her panties to brush teasingly through the soft curling strands of pubic hair that lined the pulsing slit of her cunt, and a muffled wail issued from deep in her chest as she felt the first stunning contact of his finger moving right up the soft moistened slit and over the rigidly throbbing little bud of her clitoris.
As her buttocks squirmed in an eager gyrating motion, Jenny felt the boy's other hand seize the waistband at the top of her panties and begin working it down off the flexing half-moons of her buttocks, his finger stroking softly along the narrow crack between.
She intensified her hungry sucking, her head once more bobbing in a frenzied rhythm up and down over the boy's uncontrollably undulating loins, her teeth scratching lightly up and down on the sensitive skin, her tongue still swiping and twirling with maddening effect.
Craig groaned at the sight of the pretty school nurse sucking his cock in total subjugation, her efforts only increasing as he began to stroke up and down the wetly parting lips of her cunt and run his middle finger back and forth over the little bud-like swelling nestled softly in the silken hair at the top of the slit.
Then suddenly Jenny's buttocks began to twitch even more as one of Craig's fingers slipped up between her wetly flanged pussy hps, worming slowly into the warm welcoming flesh of her vagina. At the same time the young boy stiffened beneath her, an even louder groan coming to his lips.
"Uh - oh, Miss Lane. I think I'm going to cum. I can't hold it any longer."
His hips retreated downward and she realized suddenly that he was trying to pull his penis out of her mouth, that in his youthful inexperience he naturally assumed she didn't want him to cum there. The display of naivete sent an even more wanton thrill darting through her softly pulsing loins and out over her goosebumped flesh, and frantically she again sucked the whole length of the youngster's twitching cock up into her mouth. She wanted him to cum there. She wanted his triumph to be complete, and she didn't want to lose a single droplet of the precious sperm that this very moment was welling up hotly in his testicles and beginning its mad race up the desire-swollen shaft toward the bursting glans.
The astonished teenager hesitated for a moment longer, understanding what the school nurse wanted, yet still hardly able to believe it. Then with a loud gasp he thrust the lustfully throbbing rigidity of his cock even more violently up between her lips.
An instant later the first droplets of the fresh-tasting young cum shot in a thick stream into her coaxing mouth. Jenny groaned, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed the gushing liquid that squirted hotly into the warmth and moistness of her sucking mouth. Craig's buttocks now lunged wildly, his hand working the panties all the way off Miss Lane's firm full thighs to give him even greater access to the soft caressing lips of her cunt. His middle finger plunged deeper into the warmly inviting inner flesh as he felt her mouth close in a tight elastic ring around the throbbing hardness of his cock, her tongue twirling in wide exciting circles over the twitching head, gurgling sounds pouring from her throat as she began to swallow the still ceaselessly squirting drops.
Then with a final sigh the young boy sank back down into the grass. For a moment he lay completely motionless, his hand resting still up between her thighs. At last he felt the school nurse's Hps slide softly away from his deflating cock. Trying to catch his breath, he gazed down at her as she lifted her face, looking back with the most desperate expression he'd ever seen in his life.
"Finger-fuck me," she said in a quivering voice. "Finger-fuck me, Craig. I'm going to cum too."
For a moment the young boy did nothing. He was too astonished to move. Wild-eyed, Jenny gazed pleadingly at him, her smoothly rounded thighs opening and closing about his hand. Then as his thumb came back into searing contact with her pulsating clitoral bud and his finger once again thrust smoothly up into the most secret depths of her vagina, she felt the first distant waves begin. She couldn't help herself. All her defenses had been shattered. The last several days now seemed like time spent in desire-inspired trance, and now all of it seemed to lead directly to this very moment as the wailing moan burst suddenly to her lips and instinctively Craig began to thrust his fingers swiftly in and out of the moistened flesh of her cunt, the lust-spiraling strokes increasing in intensity to the waves of orgasm flowing completely out of control through her body.
Jenny closed her eyes, her body twisting and writhing deliriously, her lips pursing to kiss the young boy's now limber penis once more, this time in gratitude. For a moment longer she continued the eager undulations of her nakedly exposed buttocks, the motions gradually slacking off as she sank down in exhaustion in the grass. Then she felt the spent penis begin to swell again in her mouth, twitching and throbbing swiftly back to an erection only slightly less rigid than it had been just before he'd emptied his fresh-tasting load of cum into her mouth.
"Now I want to fuck you, Miss Lane," he said with a trembling voice. "Can I? Can I fuck you now?"
Jenny smiled weakly, gazing down at the youngster's nakedly throbbing cock. There was no doubt in her mind that he was capable, and she was too. But neither one of them would be at their maximum in performance, and that was the way Jenny wanted it to be when she finally did submit to the temptation that she now realized must have been gnawing secretly at her ever since the beginning of the semester when she'd first taken her job at the junior high school.
After a moment she shook her head. "No, Craig. Wait and fuck me tomorrow night."
Chapter Four
Craig was surprised to see MacDonald's car parked in front of the apartment building where Miss Lane lived. She'd told him to come about ten and to just be sure no one saw him going in the front door. He'd been sure she meant it, that she would be waiting for him and would let him fuck her, but now he began to wonder if she had changed her mind.
Craig still could hardly believe what had happened the night before. Miss Lane seemed to have gone completely crazy. One minute she was spanking him like he was a little ten year old kid or something instead of a teen-ager, and he'd never felt so terrible and helpless in his life. Then before he knew what was happening, she was sucking his cock. The school nurse! Craig still hadn't told anybody, though all day long he'd been bursting with the secret. But he still hadn't gotten his first piece of pussy, and he wanted to do that before he took a chance on having one of the other boys at school foul him up with Miss Lane.
The young boy waited for a moment in the shadows of the shade tree across the street from the building, then went over to the construction site from where he'd first window-peeped on Miss Lane that night and seen her finger-fucking herself. But before he'd gone halfway to the rear of the lot he was able to determine that the curtain had been pulled over the window of her bedroom. He was about to turn back when he noticed the small gap just at the edge of the window. Carefully avoiding a pile of wood scraps, Craig made his way back along the hedge to a spot where he could peer through the small crack at an angle.
Mr. MacDonald and Miss Lane were on the bed, but they were still clothed. It was really hard to tell exactly what they were doing because all Craig could make out was just a glimpse, but it looked like Mr. MacDonald had his hand up her skirt, and it looked like she was trying to resist. God, he hoped so! If she did let Mac MacDonald do it to her now she might get satisfied enough that she wouldn't let Craig, and then he'd miss out on getting that first piece he wanted so bad.
Impatiently Craig waited, watching the twisting older couple on the bed. They were either really getting with it or Miss Lane was trying to fight Mr. MacDonald off, and from his vantage point the young boy couldn't tell which it was. But either way he was about to go out of his mind with desire. All he'd been able to think about all day was about Miss Lane sucking him off last night, and her promise to let him fuck her tonight. At the end of history class he'd had such an erection it had been impossible for him to stand up from the desk when the bell rang. He'd had to sit there for two or three minutes to wait for it to go down. And now just the brief glimpse of her twisting around on her bed with Mr. MacDonald, her skirt so far up her thighs mat he could see her pink lace panties, and Mr. MacDonald's hand pawing at them and trying to get them off was more than the teen-age boy could stand. He just had to fuck the school nurse tonight. He just had to!
Then suddenly both Miss Lane and Mr. MacDonald moved out of Craig's view. He waited breathlessly outside the window, now ..able to ascertain what was going on inside the apartment bedroom. They might be getting undressed to go to bed, and he might be losing out on his only chance to get laid.
It seemed an eternity passed in those few minutes as Craig waited, staring through the small space between the curtain and the window sill for some further sign of motion. Then the youngster jumped as he heard the front door of the building slam and saw Mr. MacDonald stalk down the sidewalk to his car. The youngster remained concealed by the hedge until he heard the car engine start up and again leaving rubber, the history teacher pulled away down the street. Craig watched him turn the corner, then got up and went to the front door of the building and rang the bell to Miss Lane's apartment.
Jenny hesitated when she heard the doorbell ring. She thought she'd heard Mac's car taking off, but she couldn't be sure. It would be about like him to stalk out in a rage and then change his mind and want to come back, but she'd had enough wrestling for one night. When the bell rang a second time she pressed the button to unlatch it, then breathlessly waited until she heard the lighter footsteps in the hall. It was Craig. It had to be!
Jenny took a deep breath and opened the door, smiling down at the young boy who stood before her fidgeting with his hands.
"Hello, Craig. Come in."
"Hi, Miss Lane," the teen-ager said, moving hesitantly into the small, neat living room.
"Mac just left," Jenny said. "So you're ... right on time."
"I know. He was just getting into his car when I... when I came up."
"He didn't see you?" Jenny asked nervously.
"Oh no! I was real careful about that."
"Oh, good," Jenny said with a soft sigh.
Then there was a short silence. The youngster nervously averted his eyes from the nurse's face. Then Jenny felt a shiver of delight as his gaze strayed back to the soft curves of her body, her breasts partially exposed by her low-necked, sleeveless blouse, her satiny thighs invitingly revealed by her short miniskirt. The whole day had been a struggle to get through. She'd been able to think of nothing but the prospect of taking this innocent young kid and showing him what it was like to really make love with a woman. Lewd thrills had coursed through her body every time she thought of last night's wanton episode at the old drive-in. A part of her still knew that what she was now embarking on was madness, but she didn't care any longer. Her lust overwhelmed her. It had been so long since she'd made love, so long that now she could hardly see how she'd stood it. And in a sense she had kept her resolution not to make love to anyone until it was a person she really cared for, until she was certain he was the right one. It was a different twist, but her need for this young boy was more powerful than anything she'd ever felt in her life. It was a compulsion that had to be satisfied.
"There's just one more thing, Craig," Jenny said finally to break the silence. "You haven't told anyone about what happened last night?"
"No, ma'am."
"And you won't? I mean, you won't say anything to any of your friends that this is ... going on between us? Promise me that?"
"I promise," Craig said firmly. "And you can trust me."
"Oh, I know I can," Jenny said, again smiling.
She took a step toward the young boy, gazing down at him with engulfing tenderness, her hand trembling as she reached out to stroke through the softly curling hair that hung down around his collar and over his ears. He blushed, smiling back almost shyly. Jenny took another deep breath. Now that the moment she'd awaited all day was finally here, she didn't know how to begin, how to break the ice and give the act at least a sense of spontaneity. She felt all tight inside. Wrestling with Mac had put her off badly, though she hadn't been able to completely quell her physical response when he put his hand up under her skirt between her thighs and stroked across the forbidden softness of her pussy on the outside of her panties. She could still feel the tickling wetness between her thighs, and the foreplay with Mac had strengthened her resolve to go through with what she knew must be a foolhearty act in view of all the possible consequences.
Jenny dropped her hand slowly from Craig's face, her full breasts gently rising and falling with her hastened breathing. She let her eyes descend cautiously to his waist and down to his crotch and another shiver of delight and anticipation coursed through her as she noted the bulging erection that tented his jeans. She moistened her lips with a teasing motion of her tongue, her eyes narrowing.
"Are you nervous, Craig?"
"Oh no!" the teen-age boy replied almost too. quickly, looking back into Jenny's eyes.
She smiled mischievously. "Are you sure?"
Craig hesitated, then cast his eyes downward. "Well, maybe just a little bit." Then he looked up again. "But that's only because you're a nurse, 'cause you must have a lot more experience than I do and know about medicine and people's bodies and all."
Jenny knew that was a bluff; at least, she was ninety percent certain. But there was one more thing she wanted to find out for certain. She wasn't sure why, but now it was very important to her.
"You're not a virgin, are you, Craig?"
The youngster's face blanched. He shook his head adamantly for a moment, then stopped and shrugged. Again he'd begun to fidget nervously with his hands.
"Well... sort of," he conceded finally.
"But Craig, that's nothing for you to be ashamed of. At your age ... why, you must be about to become the first boy in the whole junior high school who isn't a virgin."
"Not quite," he said.
Now he was blushing again. Jenny felt an even greater welling of emotion and want in her breasts at this final proof of the boy's innocence. She knew it only compounded the wrong in what she was doing, but she couldn't help herself now. Perhaps it was just because she had gone too long without making love to a man. Perhaps the self-denial had done an ironic damage to her. But the thought of taking and corrupting this young teen-ager - and that was exactly what she was doing - thrilled her beyond anything she'd ever experienced in her life.
With a soft gasp Jenny stepped closer to the boy, wrapping both arms around him and drawing him gently toward her body. She moaned deeply as he reached up to caress the sensuously straining fullness of one of her breasts on the outside of her dress, mashing the material of the tight-fitting brassiere to cause little tingles to shoot out from her hotly swelling nipples. A whimper rose in her throat as the boy pressed his body to hers, his hand eagerly crushing the firm, upthrust mound.
"Oh yes, Craig, yes," she purred softly, looking down with rising excitement as his hand dropped from her breasts and moved around to her back, sliding hesitantly down to the full-fleshed ripeness of her buttocks as his loins drove hard against her invitingly soft thighs. She could feel the trembling in his body and she knew he was still very nervous at the prospect of what they were about to do. But he was trying to take the initiative and that realization only heightened the surging pleasure that was breaking down once and for all the last of Jenny's reservations.
Then the youngster bounced up onto his tiptoes, his mouth crushing eagerly against
Jenny's parted lips, his tongue flicking wetly into her mouth as she felt his hands drop lower on the straining half-moons of her ass-cheeks. She closed her eyes, her breath growing louder as she felt the young boy squirm his pelvis up against her, the throbbing erection that tented his trousers rutting firmly against the sensitive softness of her thighs as he stretched his body to make a near-perfect fit with hers.
Jenny gasped softly as the youngster's fingers began to work the material of her short skirt up her thighs and off her smoothly trembling ass-cheeks to raise it and bunch it in a bundle at her waist above her pink lace panties. Then her body spontaneously stiffened when his fingers darted hotly into the top of the tight elastic waistband and moved with lewdly searing contact down the sensitive crack between her buttocks.
"Oh Craig, Craig!" she moaned. "Don't touch me there yet."
He hesitated but a moment, then slid his fingers lower down the hairless crack, right over the little clenched circle of her puckered anus. A shiver coursed through the whole length of her body as the hand moved even lower to brush through the thinly curling hairs between her thighs and find sudden shocking contact with the moistening little pussy slit.
Another soft moan rose in her throat, then with a gasp she wriggled away from the teen-ager.
"I can't stand any more of that, Craig. Let's go into the bedroom and take our clothes off."
"Yes, ma'am," the youngster answered, obviously as eager and excited as Jenny.
Quickly the two of them walked through to the bedroom. Jenny lit the candle on the night stand and flicked off the overhead light, lending a warm red glow to the room. Then, sultry-eyed, she turned back to Craig. With a slowly teasing motion she unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her brassiere-clad breasts and the softly tanned flesh of her torso. The young boy watched her anxiously, his eyes bright with desire as she hesitated for a moment, then reached her hand up behind her back to deftly fuck loose the snap of her brassiere. Jennie thought she heard the boy give out with a soft groan as the brassiere cups fell slightly away from the pulsing firmness of her breasts. Wetting her lips in another sensuous gesture with her tongue she dropped her shoulders forward and let the straps fall down her naked arms as the brassiere slipped lightly to the floor, completely exposing the luscious fullness of her nipple-peaked breasts.
"Oh wow, Miss Lane! You must have the most beautiful tits in the world."
Jenny smiled, taking an almost depraved delight in the way the youngster's eyes consumed the nakedly exposed mounds of her breasts, the dark little buds of her nipples swollen to tingling hardness. Then she dropped her hands down to the waist of her skirt, loosening the snaps on the side and smoothing out part of it that was still doubled up almost to her waist to teasingly expose one of her shapely thighs almost to the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She drew the zipper slowly open, then with a wriggling motion of her buttocks let the skirt fall freely from her flaring ass-cheeks and drop to the floor about her feet, leaving her naked except for the almost transparent pink bikini pants that clung like a second skin to her softly rounded buttocks, barely concealing the dark tempting pattern of hair at her cunt.
"Now, Craig," she said gustily. "You take my panties off. Take them off nice and slowly and start getting me ready to fuck."
The young boy stepped eagerly to her as Jenny gazed down with passion-glazed eyes. She felt the softness of his breath blowing over her already ripely swollen nipples as he reached down to seize the panties at their narrow elastic waistband, drawing them slowly down off the inviting flare of her ass-cheeks to reveal the thinly curling hair of her cunt. Another little driver of anticipation flowed through her as he leaned closer, pressing his face into the wide, deep valley between her voluptuously formed breasts.
Then she moaned when his hands moved inside the waistband of the panties, brushing lightly down the sensitive base of her spine to grasp the pliant fullness of her buttocks, pulling her body to his, the erection that tented his Levis now prodding hard up against her panty-protected loins. He may not have had any actual experience, but his instincts were certainly right. Jenny didn't know when she'd ever been so hot in her life.
"Oh yes, Craig," she purred softly down into his ear as she felt the boy's tongue flick out to moistly caress one of the hard-swollen nipple-buds.
Then his hands moved lower inside the panties, slipping up between her thighs from behind to come again into sharply tantalizing contact with the pulsing hair-lined slit of her pussy. Jenny gave out with a soft delirious cry, grinding her buttocks wildly as she felt Craig's finger trace a path of fire up the moistening cuntal lips to stroke again over the little throbbing bud of her clitoris.
"Oh Craig! Craig!" the school nurse moaned. "You make me feel so good!"
For a moment longer the youngster continued to lick and kiss Jenny's nakedly throbbing breasts and the sensitive buds of her nipples, his fingers continuing to tease and part the flanged lips of her cunt, driving her to an even more wanton state of excitement and lust. Then he drew the panties down the rest of the way off her tightly rounded buttocks to fall down the length of her silken thighs, and with an eager gasp Jenny pushed him back away from her.
"Now you, Craig. Take off your clothes too," she whispered, now standing completely naked before him, her skin a rich amber color in the dimly flickering candlelight.
Craig hesitated for a moment, his face turning crimson even as he gazed with lascivious craving at the school nurse's completely exposed body. Jenny's breath was coming in great, hoarse gasps now as she relished the moment's anticipation, taking further pleasure in the little boy's hesitance, his obvious embarrassment at the prospect of taking his clothes off in front of her only another proof of the innocence she so cherished and longed to violate.
Then at last the young teen-ager began nervously to remove his clothing. Jenny watched him anxiously, her tongue flicking out to moisten her full sensual lips, her eyes glossy and narrowed. Slowly the youngster peeled his T-shirt up off his head, then averted his eyes as he began to fumble with his belt buckle and the button of his Levis. Then Jenny gasped as he pulled his trousers and jockey shorts down in one motion and his youthful penis loomed up suddenly in tantalizing exposure, the blood-engorged head palpitating as if with a desire of its own, a little drop of seminal fluid glistening at the tiny slitted glans at the tip. It was like a daydream she could hardly believe. It was really going to happen. After all these months of waiting she was finally going to have a cock in her, a real live pulsating cock!
Then Jenny moaned with even greater desire as the naked teen-ager stepped back to her, his hands moving around her exposed hips to slide once more down over the sensuously rounded mounds of her ass-cheeks, his fingers flicking teasingly into the forbidden crack to venture shockingly close to the little puckered hole of her anus. She moaned deeply as he stroked back through the slickly moistened fringe of hair and wormed his finger slowly in between the desire-swollen lips of her pussy, and little wanton murmurs of excitement rose in her throat as he snuggled his face up between the lusciously exposed mounds of her breasts, his tongue flicking with shocking effect over the tingling buds of her nipples. With a passion-strained whimper Jenny wrapped her arms around the young boy, tugging his face up even tighter into the voluptuously deep valley between her breasts, her hands stroking eagerly through his softly curling hair. Her naked loins squirmed involuntarily as she felt the throbbing flesh of his cock prodding up into the sensitive softness between her thighs.
"Oh yes," she purred. "Yes, Craig. Fuck me now. Fuck me like I've never been fucked in my life."
Looking down, Jenny saw the expression of shock on the boy's face at hearing her, the school nurse, use such a blunt and vulgar word. Again the perverted aspect of what she was doing, the act of corrupting an innocent boy like this who could be shocked by a word that in some circles was becoming almost acceptable, served as a complement to the physical sensations coursing warmly through every fiber of her being, altering and heightening her lustful enjoyment.
Then her body almost went limp as she sagged down onto the bed, reclining in a spread-eagled position and pulling the naked young boy down on top of her. She closed her eyes, moaning softly, her body beginning a slow and sensuous writhing. Then she felt Craig's quivering body sag down upon her. She waited breathlessly, then opened her eyes as he stiffened.
"Come on, Craig," she said almost deliriously. "Fuck me. Fuck me now."
Again shocked by the vulgar word, Craig merely stared at her in confusion for a moment, then averted his eyes.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm ... I'm not sure I know exactly what I'm supposed to do. Should I just... just... stick it in your pussy or is there something else first?"
Her emotions bursting up in her until she wanted to cry, Jenny showered several moist kisses on the young boy's face.
"Oh you little darling!" she gasped. "I'll show you exactly how, exactly what you're supposed to do. And I just know you'll be wonderful, Craig. I know you're going to be the greatest lover."
"I dunno," the boy said. "I'm just sort of scared."
Jenny moaned again as he shifted above her, the still-throbbing shaft of his penis brushing shockingly along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh right below the softness of her sparsely-haired cunt.
Jenny spread her thighs wider, bending her legs at the knees to arch her buttocks upward in vulnerable invitation, her whole naked body trembling as she felt Craig's lust-inflamed hardness looming even closer to her moistened vaginal slit.
"Spread the lips with your fingers," she moaned. "My pussy-lips." A spasm shook her as she felt the titillating contact down between the fine curls of pubic hair. "Oh! Easy. Easy."
Her tightly clenched ass-cheeks quivered as she felt Craig's fingers nervously spread her sensitive vaginal flanges, smoothing the freely flowing cuntal moisture up and down the pulsing slit, coming back into inadvertent but nonetheless stimulating contact with the twitching bud of her clitoris.
"Now slide forward," she whimpered. "Hurry! Put your cock in my pussy."
Craig jerked his hips eagerly forward and Jenny felt the softly pulsating lips of her cunt stretched slowly wider apart by the swollen cock-head shoved suddenly right up into the entrance of her pussy. She emitted a low groan from her throat at the faint stab of pleasing pain as the warmly moistened hps yielded to let the throbbing cock-head slip through.
"Ohhhh yes! Yes, that's right Craig!" she cried, her buttocks jerking in a frenzied spasm, tossing her head from side to side to whip her long black hair about the rounded softness of her shoulders, biting her lip in the agonizing frustration of having the young boy's blood-engorged penis penetrating just between the lust-tortured lips of her cunt, yet still not really thrust up inside her.
"Oh please, Craig. Come on and fuck me," she wailed more desperately, her arms suddenly moving down over the sinewy muscles of the youngster's back to seize both his nakedly trembling ass-cheeks and tug him downward.
His own body quivering from the excitement of seeing the school nurse totally surrendered for him, begging him to fuck her, Craig shoved his hips eagerly forward. It was finally going to happen. He was getting his first piece of pussy and nothing was going to stop him now. And after his friend Tommy Turner, he was only the second boy in the whole school who would have ever fucked a woman!
Then the youngster groaned as he felt the warmly resisting softness between Miss Lane's thighs giving way, the flanged pussy-lips flowering wider apart as his hotly pulsating rod of flesh wormed slowly up into the inner flesh of her cunt. It felt like nothing he'd ever imagined in his life. It was so tight and the gentle caress of the soft muscles inside was almost enough to make him cum at that very instant.
For a moment Craig held himself poised motionless above the school nurse's wantonly spread-eagled body. He held his breath, each little tremor around his throbbing shaft of flesh deep up inside her pussy almost driving him out of his mind. From watching her finger-fuck herself to orgasm that first night he window-peeped on her, and from doing the same thing to her last night after she'd sucked his cock until he shot off in her mouth-, the teenage boy had learned that it took a while for a woman to do what a man seemed to have to exert all his control to put off even for a few minutes. He still didn't quite understand that, but he did know one thing: he didn't want to disappoint her. He wasn't going to be satisfied with just fucking Miss Lane one time. It would only be when she had come back for more that Craig would really have proven his manhood.
"Oh please, Craig!" Miss Lane wailed more loudly. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Just start it mice and easy."
Craig groaned again, flexing his cock inside her to cause a spontaneous spasm to shake her nakedly trembling body. Then cautiously he began to move, still exerting all his control to keep from shooting off right then. But after the first few strokes he was able to accustom himself somewhat to the vividly titillating sensations.
Jenny's softly curved body jerked and quivered, lunging eagerly up to receive the youngster's hesitant thrust, a deeper groan issuing from her throat as she felt the palpitating rod of flesh slip even deeper into her pulsing cuntal opening until his balls slapped softly down into the sensitive crack of her ass-cheeks. Her trembling legs scissored open wider, kicking up into the air as the suddenly shocking spasm coursed wildly out from her loins over every inch of her tingling flesh.
She moaned, her lewdly impaled body tossing Id lustful ecstasy at the sheer and raw sensation of finally having a cock deep up inside her after all the months of waiting, of sticking to her confining resolution. Again she realized that what she was doing was wrong, and that in spite of the fact that Craig seemed like a trustworthy boy, this could bring the most terrible disaster down on her head. But she relished her guilt, and blotted out all concern for the possible consequences as her lust consumed her. Now nothing mattered but the wanton satisfaction that seemed to loom already maddeningly near.
Little insane ripples of pleasure tingled through the sensitive nerve-ends of her loins, exuding outward to completely overwhelm her in a torrent of ecstasy as she heard Craig groan above her and felt him begin to thrust his pulsing hardness deeper and harder and more confidently up into her soft pussy-flesh. He gradually increased the force and intensity of his strokes, the lustfully throbbing cock-head burrowing farther and farther up inside her desire-tortured loins. Again he snuggled his face down to her sensuously arched breasts, his tongue flicking wetly over the tiny buds of her nipples as he began to squirm and jerk his hips and lunge his lust-inflamed hardness in lewd rhythm in and out of the quivering little cuntal mouth, prompting little involuntary contractions around the plunging shaft as she whimpered through bared teeth. She brought her hands down again to stroke her fingers eagerly through the youngster's hair, soft and distant sounding murmurs issuing from her throat as she began a wilder undulating motion that lifted her naked buttocks completely up off the mattress.
"Oooh yes, Craig. You're doing just fine," she soothed as she felt the young boy again stiffen, holding himself motionless and not even breathing for a few seconds before he cautiously resumed his strokes, now probing almost tenderly at new and even more exciting angles, his hands beginning to explore again over the lightly perspiring flesh of her quivering body. Little mewlings of delight continued to pour from her sensuously parted lips and he could feel the urgent shuddering from her inner pussy flesh around the lustfully swelling head of his penis, the clasping cuntal softness beginning a smooth wet sucking around the base of his throbbing cock-shaft as he flexed and shoved deeper up into her skewered loins.
Craig could hardly contain himself as Miss Lane's cries of passion grew even louder. Her teeth were gritted, her eyes bright and fiery with lust, her head lolling from side to side on the mattress to again whip her dark hair wildly over her shoulders. Her buttocks were now jerking frenziedly beneath him in a lewd rolling motion that varied and intensified the friction on his impaling rod of flesh. Her body was really coming to life now, caught in the spell of a maddeningly electric excitement that began deep up inside her cunt and flowered relentlessly out through all the raw nerve ends of her naked flesh. She was obsessed, tossing and writhing each instant more savagely in her response to the wanton sensations that consumed her.
"Oh God, it's good, Craig, it's so good," she moaned softly into his ears, her words of encouragement only strengthening the youngster's resolve to control his own lust until she was ready to cum with him.
Then suddenly an even more intense spasm shook her squirming body as the kid ground his pelvis down harder into the lustfully responding flesh beneath him. She arched her loins up higher to lift them both a few inches off the mattress, moaning ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her thighs around his hips as she worked her own ass-cheeks up and down in a furious rhythm, her mouth gaping open wide as a louder wail burst to her lips.
Jenny was getting close, but she thought little Craig was drawing even nearer to his own climax, and she knew it must be terribly difficult for him to hold himself back. And they just had to cum together. She couldn't bear to be left hanging and somehow she had to find a way to increase her own stimulation to bring her up to his level.
With a sudden deep and distant groan, she moved her hand to seize Craig's wrist and tug his hand quickly down beneath her nakedly twisting buttocks.
A shudder shook her body as she felt his fingers brush back along the sensitive crack between her squirming ass-cheeks, caressing lightly over the smoothly glistening lips of her cunt where the shaft of his cock now plunged swiftly in and out of the softly clinging, hair-lined orifice, haphazardly spreading the flowing moisture back up toward the throbbing little hole of her anus.
Then the inexperienced youngster hesitated again, his moistened middle finger poised right at the forbidden little hole. He thought he knew what she wanted him to do now, but he couldn't believe it. The prospect of sticking his finger into that tight and puckered opening seemed the most obscene thing he could possibly do. Yet somehow now it was a prospect that thrilled him almost beyond the bounds of imagination.
Jenny waited, her body now almost motionless except for the little tremors of expectation that coursed spontaneously through her naked flesh. A quiver shook her at the first cautious pressure right on the rubbery little nether ring. Then Craig hesitated again.
"Yes!" she wailed finally in total desperation. "Yes, Craig! Shove your finger in my ass!"
Craig groaned with his raging desire as he heard the school nurse's desperate plea. Having her like this, almost under his power, thrilled him more than anything he'd ever known in his life, and he took a ruthless pleasure as he spread the cuntal moisture more forcibly around the small puckered hole before he probed experimentally and prompted a cry from Miss Lane's lips that sounded genuinely deranged. Then he pushed harder, feeling the softly resisting tightness give way gradually to let the finger slide slowly up inside.
Jenny lunged her hips spontaneously upward, shivering from the sudden obscene intrusion.
"Aaaaaagggghhh!" she cried out from the sharp stab of pain. Then as the young boy hesitated, she opened her eyes to gaze up at him pleadingly. "Yes, go ahead. It feels good!"
As the youngster stared at her in astonishment, Jenny gave out with an even more agonized whimper and suddenly screwed her softly yielding buttocks back down on his finger to sink it slowly deeper into the tightly resisting flesh of her anus.
"Aaagghh!" she cried again, then moaned softly as Craig's finger sank to the knuckle up inside her sensitive rectal flesh. The pain of the penetration was ended, the worst was over. And she was so hot she could hardly stand it anyway, so her body welcomed every bit of sensation that could be extracted from her wanton submission - even the pain and humiliation of being finger-fucked up inside this most forbidden orifice.
The triumph of shoving his finger into the school nurse's ass-hole was almost more than Craig could handle. He over came his own fear that he might be hurting her too much with a recollection of her pulling his pants down and spanking and humiliating him until he cried, and brutally twirled his finger in an agonizing circle far up inside the rubbery tightness, his cock throbbing even harder as he began to fuck down more ruthlessly into the softly pulsing flesh of her cunt. He could feel his finger through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, and grunting in lust and triumph, the teenager began to skewer simultaneously in and out of both the sensitively welcoming openings of her loins in rhythmic motions that prompted even further moans of passion and screams of pain from her throat.
Jenny knew that finally she was about to cum, and judging from the way Craig was groaning and gasping and fucking with racking thrusts down on top of her, she didn't think it was a minute too soon. The masochistic thrill of letting the boy rudely violate her rectum with his finger, as if that were some kind of compensation or punishment for her violation of his innocence, had served its purpose. She could cum right with him now, whenever he was ready.
Then suddenly she forgot the rationale of it all, all thoughts obliterated from her consciousness as she felt the distant quivers begin far up inside her loins, that sensation somehow irredeemably enmeshed with the stabbing pain in her rectum as Craig suddenly slammed his body down on hers with a mighty thrust that caused her to cry out in shock at the wanton sensations that surged over her and swept everything else aside in complete oblivion. An eerie wail burst to her lips and her thighs locked suddenly high up around the teenager's back, forming straight sheaths of both her vagina and rectum as she felt his swiftly lunging penis begin to twitch and throb and the first fresh droplets of his cum spurted obscenely up into her own spasming pussy-flesh.
Jenny's voluptuous body uncoiled even more wildly beneath him. The waves of ecstasy seemed to begin in her toes and shoot in wild electric currents up her calves and satiny thighs, through the trembling flesh of her lust-tortured cunt and straight up into the tingling tips of her swollen nipples. The shattering orgasm seemed to swell even beyond the bounds of her flesh as Craig continued to slam down viciously against her madly tossing body as the rising liquid of his sperm came spewing up in hot torrents to shoot far up into the most secret depths of her vagina.
Then with a last gasp Craig sank down against her, straining to catch up on his breathing as the little tremors of orgasmic excitement continued to course through her naked body. For almost a full minute he continued to feel the hot little shivers, and her sated cunt opened and closed in softly caressing convulsions on the deflating shaft of his cock.
Then those subtle motions ceased and she lay perfectly still beneath him. He raised his head and looked down, grinning.
She looked like she was asleep.
Craig lay where he was for several minutes longer, then rolled off. She sobbed softly as he withdrew his now limp cock, but she still didn't open her eyes even as he slid off the bed and dressed silently in the dim candlelight.
"Good night, Miss Lane," he said quietly.
She didn't answer, but he thought the trace of a smile appeared on her lips.
It was almost an afterthought that prompted Craig to pick up the school nurse's pink lace bikini pants before he went out the bedroom door to leave.
Chapter Five
Mac McDonald poured two cups of coffee from the self-service counter in the faculty lounge, put them on a tray and carried them carefully back to the rear corner table, where Superintendent Johnson waited.
"Thanks, Mac," the graying, slightly paunch-bellied man said. He took an enormous cigar from his coat pocket, carefully severed the end with a pair of nail clippers, and inserted it in his mouth as Mac produced a light. The superintendent inhaled deeply on the cigar, as if relishing the greatest pleasure of his life, and looked back at the history teacher with drooping, melancholy eyes. "Have you noticed anything funny going on around here today?"
Mac shrugged, sipping his coffee. "Nothing out of the ordinary."
"You haven't noticed that all these little house apes are jabbering like mad just before you walk into a room, then fall suddenly silent at your appearance?"
"That's hardly extraordinary," Mac said with a short burst of laughter.
"But the silence today seems a bit more intense. The gymnasium sounded like the sight of a funeral wake when I passed through this morning in search of our illustrious custodian." Superintendent Johnson paused, taking another luxurious puff on his cigar. "But here's the clincher. I managed, outside the boy's dressing room, to hear one nice little tidbit of what I quite suspect is a conversation topic that had become the primary point of interest of every student in this entire junior high school, and it is truly a shame I was in such a haste that my momentum carried me in, obviously an intruder, before I could put the brakes on and do a little constructive eavesdropping." He paused again and yawned, then looked at Mac with a smile.
"And what was that?" Mac asked.
"What?"
"The tidbit you did hear?"
"Oh, that little thing." The superintendent laughed boisterously. "Very short, actually. I heard Harry Parker say: "And just to prove it he stole her panties."
"Hmmm," Mac said, not wanting not to respond, but hardly knowing why the superintendent should find that remark sd terribly significant, though in retrospect he did realize there were a couple of times today that it had occurred to him there was something fishy going on around the school.
"I conclude that to mean that one of our male wards has been doing a bit of hanky panky with one of our little girls, or some other little girl or woman somewhere. I'd just be curious to know who the ex-maiden was."
"Uh... yes," Mac said after a moment's hesitation.
"How's your love life, by the way?" Superintendent Johnson continued, now setting himself to the task of sugaring his coffee.
"So-so," Mac answered with a shrug. Then for a moment there was a troubled look on his face.
"What's the matter?" Johnson asked, smiling.
"Oh, nothing!" Mac said quickly, manufacturing a smile of his own.
"How are things with our voluptuous dish of a nurse, anyway? Are you past the hand-holding yet?"
Mac tried unsuccessfully to hide his irritation and said nothing. Still grinning, Johnson watched him as he sipped his own coffee. After a moment he sighed and stood up.
"I don't suppose it matters. As beautiful as she is, I'm afraid Miss Lane isn't the girl for me. I've tried, and I didn't even get to the hand-holding myself."
Leaving Mac again with a troubled look, the broad-shouldered, middle-aged man went through the exit.
Mac finished his own coffee slowly. He wasn't even quite sure what was bothering him. It was just a distant and vague nagging, still unfocused. But it must relate to Jenny, he was sure. He'd been so certain during the last several days that he was finally going to be able to fuck her. Last night she'd even let him get his hand up under her skirt, and from the outside of her panties, he'd actually felt her pussy. Then she'd cut him off flat. And he just couldn't understand it. She was a normal, healthy woman. She had her needs too, and they had been going together for almost three months.
Mac rose finally and walked out of the lounge and down the hall, still lost in thought. He almost went into the boys' restroom without stopping. Then he froze as he heard the cautious voice inside.
"He went to bed with Miss Lane! The school nurse!"
Mac caught his breath, hardly able to believe what he'd heard hadn't been his own imagination. Then he waited motionlessly, listening intently with his ear pressed almost to the door.
"Craig Phillips?" another young voice said. "I don't believe it."
"He's got her panties in his locker. He took them as a souvenir."
That was all Mac needed to hear. He forgot the fact that he'd been on the way to relieve himself and went straight to Superintendent Johnson's still-deserted office. He had no trouble finding the locker list and taking Craig Phillips number, and after a short search he also uncovered the master key, which he'd had occasion to use once and recognized on sight.
Almost blind with rage, Mac staggered out of the office and back down the hall. He didn't hesitate to see who was watching, and it was sheer luck that he wasn't seen opening the locker assigned to the freshman boy whose name he'd heard mentioned.
The panties were lying on top of the stack of books, the exact same pair of bikini panties Jenny had refused to let Mac take off of her last night!
Tommy Turner and Harry Parker both looked up eagerly from their desks as Craig Phillips strode into the room, a broad grin on his face.
"All set," he said, sliding into his own desk near the rear of the room. "She's doing hearing tests for the seventh graders today, and she's got a date with Old Cornball MacDonald tonight. But unless something goes haywire she's just dying to see me tomorrow. She says we can't really do anything here at the school, but once I get there I'll change her mind about that."
"You think she'll do it?" Harry asked, wide-eyed. "You think she'll really take all three of us?"
"She'll take as many as come, once I get her going," Craig said with complete confidence. "You guys just give me a fifteen minute head start and come on in."
Chapter Six
Mac left his car at the bar and took a taxi over to Jenny Lane's apartment. He wasn't sufficiently drunk that he didn't know he wasn't sober enough to drive, and there was no sense in killing himself and maybe somebody else just because of one unfaithful cunt.
He tipped the driver a dollar and stepped out of the cab, slamming the door and almost tripping over the curb, and started up the walk toward the entrance. Then he stopped abruptly, weaving and trying to focus his vision on the doorway, which looked distant and shimmering, as if seen through a wall of sparkling water. He reached into his coat pocket and extracted the pink bikini panties, holding them up like a flag as he continued up to the door and rang Jenny's bell.
Mac's reflexes were slowed and he missed getting the door open the first time it buzzed and had to ring again. This time he was ready for the answer and made it through and stalked on down the hall, bouncing alternately off the two walls. Her door was unlocked. Still weaving on his feet, Mac stepped into the small living room.
"I'll be right out, Mac," Jenny said from the bathroom. "There's coffee on the stove and tomato juice in the fridge."
Mac closed the door softly behind him, staring dumbly in the direction from which the voice came, now holding the panties in a tight, concealed wad in his hand. Then the door to the bath opened and Jenny, clad only in a flimsy robe, stepped out.
She stopped short, staring at him curiously, as if she sensed something different about him and still couldn't quite figure out what it was. Mac looked back at her with blurred vision. She's just come out of the bath and her long black hair was plastered down on her face. Her skin was damp and the light gown clung almost transparently to the voluptuous curves of her flesh, perfectly outlining the high rounded swells of her breasts, her little pointed nipples making two distinct protrusions. The light garment was held together by a sash at the waist, yet fell apart at the bottom to teasingly reveal one of her contoured thighs, that glistened with moisture from her bath.
Jenny seemed suddenly to realize how nearly naked and how inviting her body must look, and in a sudden nervous gesture she dropped one arm across the luxurious mounds of her breasts and with her other hand pulled the robe together over her shapely thigh. Mac held out his hand, a tightly clenched fist, and opened it slowly to reveal the wadded panties, which he let fall lightly to the floor.
For a moment the young nurse stared without comprehension at the flimsy undergarment. Then her sultry face slowly turned pale.
"Where ... did you get those."
"You know goddamned well where I got them."
"Oh Mac!" she gasped, her eyes widening. "Don't... don't look at me that way."
It seemed he saw her for the first time, or for the first time since she'd come out of the bath became truly aware of her body, which before he'd noted only superficially. His eyes seemed to bore into her, his imagination stripping away the flimsily clinging robe to render her completely naked in his mind's lustful yfc w. And suddenly he knew he had to have her. One way or another he was going to fuck this beautiful and voluptuous woman who'd led him around as if by a ring in his nose for the last three months. He hadn't been sure of that until just this instant, hadn't really known what he was going to do when he got here tonight, beyond of course confronting her with what he'd learned today at school, the fact that she had been sleeping with a fourteen year old boy. But now not even that seemed to matter. Nothing mattered but that he get what he wanted from her and her forbidden body.
"Mac... !" she gasped feebly in protest. From the look on her face it was obvious she realized what he was thinking. She had the bearing now of a cornered or wounded animal, as if any minute she might bolt and run.
But she didn't move as he stepped toward her. It was as if she were frozen, and she hardly resisted as he roughly seized one of her wrists and led her toward the bedroom. She followed dumbly, almost as though entranced, again letting the robe fall apart at the thigh, her full breasts jiggling softly as she walked. Her resistance was only slight as they went through the door, and when Mac reached down and jerked the sash loose at the waist of her robe to let it fall suddenly open and expose the front of her sensuously curved body in all its naked invitation, she made no move to conceal it or protect herself. Then with a light motion of his arm Mac swung her forward and sent her careening toward the bed. The edge of it caught her at the knees and she sprawled backward across it, the robe still wide open in front to completely reveal the luscious milk-white mounds of her breasts and the smooth plane of her belly, even the soft black hair of her cunt nestled between her slightly parted inner thighs.
Wild-eyed, Mac stared silently at his girl friend for a moment, his eyes consuming the amber curves of her naked flesh. Then he took off his sportscoat and tossed it over the back of a chair and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"No, Mac," she pleaded softly. "No, please don't do that. I know what you're thinking. Please don't."
"You must figure I'm about the stupidest kind of jackass. Letting me have your tits if I promise not to touch you below the waist! You treat me like a junior high kid. And then you treat that kid like you should a man."
Jenny watched through watering eyes as Mac peeled off his shirt and started to unbutton his trousers. She felt almost dazed, as if she were suspended in time, as if this were just a dream and wasn't really happening at all. Her mind couldn't seem to grasp it, to fit the pieces together. She still couldn't understand how Mac happened to have the panties, which she'd still had on when he left, which Craig had removed from her squirming buttocks right before he'd fucked her, and which she now vaguely remembered missing this morning when she'd gotten out of bed to dress for work. But she knew Craig must have told someone, or perhaps had even stolen the panties and shown them around school and somehow Mac had gotten hold of them. And now the vague realization that the young boy she'd so come to adore these last three days had betrayed her was more devastating than any physical fear she might have of this enraged sex maniac before her.
Yet she gasped nonetheless as with a sudden motion Mac pulled off both his trousers and boxer shorts to shockingly reveal the lust-inflamed hardness of his massive cock, the bulbous head almost visibly palpitating, the huge shaft thickly swollen. Jenny swallowed hard, reaching down somewhat absently to pull the robe together in front as Mac dropped his hand to Ms threatening rod of flesh and gave a couple of vulgar jerks on the foreskin. It was a gesture so completely uncharacteristic of him that it served as clear proof to Jenny just how much a shock this had all been for him, how far out of control of his own actions he must be in his state of lust and rage. And she knew with a curious undercurrent of peace or acceptance that it was futile to try to resist him. He was going to get what he wanted tonight, and she had to admit that after the way she'd led him on, he probably deserved it.
Then, burying her face in her hands and beginning to sob softly, she rolled onto her belly as Mac approached the bed, glaring savagely down at'her, his eyes tracing the vivid outline of her body beneath the gown that vaguely revealed her rounded buttocks and only hinted at the inviting crack between them, then fell down below to sharply define the shape of her inner thighs.
"I guess you fucked that little punk right after I got through sucking your tits the other night. That was just an appetizer, hunh? Really put you in the mood!"
"Nooo!" Jenny sobbed, a shiver passing through her as she felt Mac's weight dropping clumsily down on the bed beside her. "And he's not a little punk."
The sight of the enraged teacher's naked cock was still a chilling and vivid image in her mind. She couldn't rid herself of it and it made her tremble just to think of it. She'd never thought of Mac as a stud; in fact, even now the thought seemed perfectly ludicrous. But he was hung far better than she could ever have imagined. His cock must have been twice the size of young Craig's.
"And I know goddamn well these panties are the same ones you were wearing last night. I warm your hot little pussy up from the outside, then he comes in and takes them off!"
It was true. She knew every word of it was true, and there wasn't a thing she could say in her own defense.
"Well come on, you goddamn prick-tease! Roll over and get that goddamn bathrobe off. I'm gonna show you what it feels like to be fucked by a real man."
"Nooo!" she cried again, a little convulsion shaking-the softness of her nearly naked body. But she knew even that was true. She was a prick-tease, and she'd taken some kind of sadistic pleasure in the way Mac had groveled for the favors of her body. And the enjoyment she'd derived from leading him on and then denying him had been exquisite.
"Come on, goddamn you!" Mac roared again, bouncing nakedly on the bedsprings.
"No, please," Jenny whimpered.
"All right! I'll teach you to turn your ass to me!"
In a sudden vicious motion Mac seized the robe by the hem and jerked it up to expose the ripeness of Jenny's tightly rounded buttocks, twitching suddenly before his eyes and clencbng together in spontaneous reflex to protect her little puckered anus nestled invitingly in between. He'd lifted his hand, palm open, in his rage intending to spank her naked ass. But instead the hand came down slowly as he stared at the smoothly cleft ass-cheeks, the soft backs of Jenny's thighs and the silken little curls of cunt hair sticking out from around the back of the glistening vaginal slit, separated by less than half an inch of pinkish flesh from the tightly forbidden little rectal entrance. He felt her body tense on the bed as his hand came to rest on the full round moons of her helplessly exposed buttocks, his finger tracing a light path over her anus as she clenched them again, then plunging smoothly down to the hair-lined vaginal slit.
In spite of everything Jenny's body jerked with a delicious spasm of desire as she felt the unexpectedly gentle contact of Mac's finger inching down across the sensitive hps of her pussy. She sobbed again in protest, still lying prone on her belly, her elbows shoved up beneath her breasts and hands covering her face. She'd rolled over and hidden her face almost the very instant Mac had taken off his trousers. She'd never seen him naked before, and that glimpse had been too brief for her to really get any sort of true picture. Now, perhaps as a result of the surprising gentility of his touch, she found herself curious. But she resisted the urge to look around, remaining motionless except for a subtle and involuntary motion of her naked buttocks as she felt the exquisitely teasing sensation of his fingers beginning to softly part the flanged hps of her cunt and spread the smoothly flowing moisture up and down the tingling little slit.
Then her buttocks jerked slightly as he spread the moisture suddenly backward, a little lightning-like stab of fire shooting straight up into the most sensitive depths of her rectum as his middle finger pressed the moisture up against the defensively clenched hole of her anus.
"Ooooh!" she moaned as the pressure increased, trying to screw her buttocks down in retreat. Her eyes opened wide and she stared straight ahead in shock and dismay as she felt Mac's finger slip suddenly into the tiny orifice and burrow searingly up into the rubbery flesh.
For a moment the sheer intensity of the sensation froze Jenny to shocked and helpless immobility as the finger sank relentlessly deeper into her quivering rectal tightness, causing her whole body to tense and tremble from the fiery stimulation.
"Aaaaagggghhh! Uuhhhnggg!" Jenny groaned and grunted as she felt the intrustion continue in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and contract the little puckered hole in resistance. The finger buried itself up to the first knuckle, then continued the shocking penetration until it was embedded all the way up into the sensitively forbidden flesh of her rectum. At the same time Mac's thumb had slipped easily back into the now moistly slick orifice of Jenny's vagina, contrasting an irresistible sensation of pleasure with the devastating invasion of her anus, and as her uncontrolled moans and groans continued, he began to twirl his finger in a cruel stretching motion up inside her rectal cavity and gently squeezed between his thumb and middle finger the tender membrane that separated it from her vagina.
"Oh!" she cried out again as he enlarged the stretching circle, then at last jerked her face around to look back over her shoulder at him.
The sight that greeted her was one she could hardly even recognize. Mac's eyes were lust-crazed. A thin coating of sweat shone on his face, and he sat almost in cross-legged position on the bed, the bulging erection of his cock looming up in chilling threat, his fingers continuing their relentless violation of both the tender orifices of her loins. He grinned madly back at her, wiggling his finger inside her tortured rectum to cause even greater shivers and spasms to shake her body.
Then slowly he started to draw the finger out of her tight anal flesh, causing even more strained whimpers to escape her as the rubbery walls seemed to cling in resistance.
"Ooh!" she gasped. "Oh, Mac! Be careful!"
"I'll teach you to fuck a fourteen year old boy and then wave your ass at me!"
With a sudden pop the finger slipped completely out of the sensitive tightness, causing another soft cry from Jenny as she felt Mac's thumb worm even deeper into her tenderly moistened vagina and again move backward over the thin dividing membrane to push the slick moisture up over the now opened hole of her anus.
"Kneel up," he said, pushing on the backs of her knees with his free hand as he continued to work the slick moisture around the puckered rubbery ring.
Staring at him with awe, she did his bidding. She knew there was no resisting him tonight. He wanted her and he was going to have her, and if he demanded she submit to the "dog fashioned" position, after what she'd put him through she could hardly object to the humiliation involved. She closed her eyes, again burying her face in her hands as Mac moved to station himself on his knees behind her. Then a sudden shiver went through her whole body as she felt the thickly throbbing head of Mac's penis prod threateningly up between her proffered buttocks, not at the moistly offered slit of her vagina but right down in the crack of her ass-cheeks at the entrance to the little finger-moistened anus.
"Oh no, Mac!" Jenny cried in desperation as his true intentions suddenly dawned on her.
She clenched her buttocks desperately together, but the obscene placement of the thick shaft of his penis kept them helplessly parted. She tried to slither forward on the bed, but he seized her around the waist and with his superior strength pulled her back, bending her legs at the knees, stretching the soft skin of her upper thighs and ripely revealed buttocks, parting her ass-cheeks even wider to better expose the defenseless little hole of her anus.
Jenny couldn't even believe the perverted act he had in mind. She thought it must be the most terrible and sinful thing two human beings could do together. Of course with her medical training she was familiar with it, but somehow she'd never believed it was more than a depraved fantasy that had crept somehow by accident into the sex therapy books. And now it was about to happen to her and in spite of all her fear and revulsion, she found a warped intrigue in it, and she could not quite help but think it was a fitting end for a woman like herself who had so lasciviously corrupted a fourteen year old boy for the sake of her own twisted pleasure.
Then Jenny grunted as her body lurched forward again from the sudden wild stimulation as the blood-filled cock-head that parted her ass-cheeks lunged right up against the tightly resisting opening of her anus and began to worm its way inside. The sudden white-hot pain caused tears to rush swiftly to her eyes and spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks as she shivered and trembled, flaying her head from side to side in protest as Mac's loins lunged fiercely against her upthrust buttocks and the thick shaft of flesh surged forward into her warmly clasping rectal tightness until she felt his pubic hair tickle in between her ass-cheeks and the taut sac that held his lust-inflamed testicles slapped lightly against the pulsing slit of her pussy and the tingling little bud of her clitoris.
She was kneeling in helpless submission across the bed with her buttocks shoved vulnerably up into the air, Mac now mounting her like an animal from behind to only compound her disgrace and shame, his massive cock looming right up between her ass-cheeks to completely skewer her. She was hopelessly impaled now. She had taken his surging rod of flesh to the hilt in her most forbidden orifice.
Sobbing from her pain and humiliation, Jenny dropped her face down to rest on her hands as she felt Mac begin to move behind her, flexing and throbbing the lust-engorged hardness of his penis deeper up inside her resisting rectal tightness, causing new stabs of shocking sensation to dart relentlessly out through her fearfully trembling body.
But it wasn't as bad as she'd expected, and at least the worst was over. And even the pain was tempered by a more vividly titillating sensation of masochistic pleasure. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering up between her helplessly wide-spread ass-cheeks and she could feel the juices flowing from the hotly tingling lips of her cunt to spill teasingly down the softness of her thighs.
As Mac began to move more swiftly, yet still in a gentle screwing almost as if in spite of his anger he was concerned for her, Jenny's cries of agony evolved gradually into mewls and whimpers of passion.
"God it's tight, Jenny!" she heard him mumble behind her. "It's so tight I can hardly get it in and out."
"Ooh! Oh, careful!"
Gradually Mac began to squirm his buttocks in a slow undulating rhythm, fucking in smoother and longer strokes in and out of her lewdly stretched anus. Jenny's helpless body remained limp but a moment longer, then slowly she began to squirm her own buttocks backward, twisting and rotating her naked ass-cheeks to even further increase the wanton stimulation of his throbbing rod of flesh screwing in and out of her defenselessly yielding rectum.
She felt Mac's hands drop from her flanks, moving beneath her body and up between her thighs to brush teasingly through the moistened strands of the hairs of her cunt and find titillating contact with the pulsing little bud of her clitoris. She shivered from the almost unbearable contrast of sensation, his cock now throbbing and flexing viciously into the tightness of her anus bringing continued cries of pain from her hps, the finger stroking swiftly over the sensitive little clitoral bud causing delicious spasms of delight to fire out through her quivering pussy flesh. Her responses were hopelessly confused, and the state of delirium she was thrust into only rendered her more receptive to the raw stimulation. She was moving to another plane of consciousness, a daydream state in which the whole value system of sensation was overturned. It no longer seemed to matter what she felt - only that she did feel something. And she'd never in her life felt anything even remotely like this.
Behind her, Mac glowered in triumph as he lengthened and intensified his strokes, watching Jenny begin to twist and writhe her torso as if in pagan dance before him, her buttocks jerking wildly against his hairy loins as he rammed up into the almost unbearable tightness of her anus. If she'd denied her precious little pussy to him all this time, fucking her this way must be ten times better anyway. It was so tight he could hardly even work the enlarged shaft of his cock in and out. The tightly clasping walls were like an elastic sheath. They squeezed down rubberily as if they would crush his penis and milk the welling cum out of the throbbing cock-shaft before it was even ready.
And most important of all, Jenny was enjoying it. She was getting a real fucking now and she knew it, and Mac knew that after this she would be his and his alone. No fourteen year old boy was going to beat him out of his woman, and the determination he felt at that thought prompted Mac only to increase the savagely racking lunges of his buttocks. He rammed his cock in and out of her with sheerly brutal force, his loins making smacking sounds against her proffered buttocks, jolting her whole wantonly thrashing body.
Then gradually he slacked off as he heard an even more desperate cry burst to her Hps. In spite of the fact that it thrilled him sadistically and that after all she'd done to him she had it coming, Mac didn't want to hurt her too badly. He didn't want to spoil things between them completely.
"Sorry, love," he whispered in a gasp. "I know I'm hurting you, but..."
Mac's voice trailed off at the sight of her lust-contorted face as she looked back over her shoulder at him. "No!" she wailed deliriously. "No, you stupid oaf! I love it! Can't you see that I love it?"
Mac could hardly believe the jumble of incoherent obscenities that spewed from her lips after that as she began hunching and thrusting her buttocks back in earnest around the impaling shaft of his cock, wiggling and rotating them, thrashing and writhing her body in lewd abandon to the pain-pleasure stimulus of the obscene skewering of her rectum.
He grunted in even more lustful excitement to her unexpected response, suddenly unleashing the full fury of his own arousal in an even mightier lunge up into the tightness of her contracting anus, at the same time dropping his finger from her quivering cuntal flesh to seize the flaring bones of her pelvis and pull her back even harder against him.
Then suddenly he caught his breath, a shiver passing through his own body.
"Goddamn it," he gasped, ceasing his movements for an instant to stop the titillating friction of her rubbery inner walls crushing glove-like down around his cock.
"Noooo!" Jenny wailed in protest, realizing what was happening, unable to control the spontaneous jerking motions of her own ripened ass-cheeks back against him.
Mac tried with all his might to hold it, but the tightness around his cock just felt too good. That, combined with the sadistic stimulation of taking her in the most ruthless and most humiliating fashion was more than he could resist, and suddenly lie new there was no need for further attempts at control. Nothing was going to stop him from cumming now. Not even jerking it out of her would have helped at this point.
"Cum with me, Jenny," he grunted as he resumed his shattering strokes. "Cum with me!"
"I can't cum like this!" she cried, looking back at him in desperation. "Don't you know anything? Put your hand on my pussy!"
Again Mac reached around her and dropped his hand desperately between her thighs, running his fingers back up into the moist dark curls of pubic hair and along the sensuously parted vaginal hps. With a loud gasp he resumed the racking thrusts of his pulsating cock up inside her lewdly violated tightness, his loins crashing into the high-waving ass-cheeks to jolt her whole naked body as he felt the hot semen well up in his testicles and begin to spurt in flooding torrents up into the churning depths of her rectum.
"My clitoris, Mac!" Jenny sobbed, twisting and jerking her naked buttocks wildly before him. "Please make me cum too."
Mac continued to rack her body with his driving thrusts, his fingers working feverishly at the softly pulsing hps of her cunt and the almost rigid little clitoral nipple. Then as the last drops of sperm squirted from the palpitating head of his cock and he felt it begin almost immediately to deflate, his motions slackened and his body began to droop on hers.
Then his hand dropped away from her lust-tortured cunt and he sagged backward in exhaustion, gasping for breath.
"Oh God, Mac!" Jenny pleaded. Then her voice faded as she looked back over her shoulder. He was still on his knees on the bed, his naked, hairy body tilting drunkenly, his eyelids almost closed.
Gradually he sank down to a doubled heap. In another half minute he was snoring loudly.
Chapter Seven
There are times when things can be felt without a doubt. It was thus when Jenny got to school the next morning. The day before she'd had an inkling, dismissed as one might dismiss a foul weather report before a weekend; now it dawned upon her with devastating impact. Craig had talked! And of course there was not the slightest reason to have ever assumed that he wouldn't. To have fucked the school nurse would have been too much a secret for a boy his age to keep, and not long after she arrived at the school she realized how obvious this should have been to her, and counted herself a fool for having ever entertained the idea that she might be able to carry on her affair with the youngster without his contemporaries knowing every titillating detail.
This, however, was all before there'd been any direct evidence in the actions of the students. It was all by implication, the whispers that ceased suddenly when Jenny walked into a room, an occassional whistle or catcall behind her back, the looks she got from the students ol "both sexes. It was only at the end of the third period that Jenny got her first direct reference to what had happened between her and Craig. She passed a group of three boys in the hallway and one of them called behind her: "Hey, Miss Lane. Have you got a pair of panties for me too?"
Jenny was crushed by that. She hadn't even looked back. As tears of shame filled her eyes she fled, almost at a run, the rest of the way down the hall and out the back door to the little clinic behind the school.
She couldn't bring herself to go to lunch. She knew there was a likelihood that some of the faculty members, even aside from Mac, might also have heard about what had happened, and she just couldn't face them right now. Jenny thought she would have packed up and gone, left her terrible shame behind and avoided confronting anyone, were it not for one reason. Even in spite of the fact that Craig had betrayed her, she wanted him again. She couldn't help it. Those two nights spent with the young boy had almost been worth all the hardship they had cost her, and by now the damage was already done in any event. She might as well have what she wanted; it was already paid for.
Jenny felt a little tremor pass through her body just at the thought of it. Last night's terrible episode with Mac had only served to increase and intensify her lust. She had never been so used and humiliated in her life, but somehow in the end she hadn't been able to quell her own obscene and lascivious response to the degrading assault. And then the clod had left her hanging. He'd passed out on the bed even as Jenny had continued to tremble and whimper with unfulfilled want, the lingering soreness in her anus almost completely obliterated by the frustration of her need. She'd moved into the living room to try to sleep on the couch, but she'd tossed and turned for what she thought must have been several hours. At last she'd taken two pills to knock herself out. In the morning when she woke, he was gone.
Sitting now in the clinic, Jenny ate nothing but a chocolate bar she'd had in her purse, then tried to occupy herself by reading a novel condensation in a women's magazine. But it was impossible to concentrate. Her nerves were jangled. Her unsatisfied desire was a constant nagging that was almost driving her out of her mind. She was desperately afraid that any moment someone might come to the clinic, either one of the students or one of the faculty members, and now she could face neither. And all these factors were complicated by the fact that Craig was due to come and visit her during his free period at two o'clock.
Now every minute seemed like an eternity as she waited. She was almost afraid to see the young boy now and she dreaded the arrival of that appointed hour. But at the same time she longed desperately for his appearance, and she dreamed that somehow the teenager might be able to give her a satisfactory explanation of why he'd betrayed her. Even if it were a he she would be almost grateful for it now. For' the youngster's betrayal disturbed her more than all her disgrace. If she could get things right between herself and him, or even if she were able to pretend they were right and bring herself to make love to him again, Jenny thought she could endure the rest of her troubles.
Trying to tear herself out of her reverie, Jenny returned to the book condensation, forcing herself to read even though it didn't interest her. The last half hour of waiting was the longest of all, for it was then that she began clock watching. She must have checked the time every three or four minutes. Yet when the two o'clock bell sounded she was so startled she almost jumped out of her seat, and all her anticipation turned to dread.
It was hardly a minute later when the door opened and Craig walked in.
"Hello, Miss Lane," he said, smiling brightly as he shut the door behind himself.
Jenny looked up almost fearfully at the young boy. And as he stood there just inside the door, still smiling brightly back at her, his eyes straying almost innocently down to the inviting swells of her voluptuous breasts straining against the thin material of her nurse's uniform, it seemed that all her emotions moved at once to the fore of her mind, clashing and juxtaposing in confusing montage.
She didn't know what to say, or what to do. She didn't even know how she felt, during that long period of silence as she stared at the teenager, her eyes wild-looking and glossed over, her mouth dry, her heart pounding furiously in her breast.
She'd vowed and repeated the vow all day long that no matter how much she wanted Craig, she would cut him off cold if he didn't have an explanation for the wrong he'd done her by talking all over school about how he'd been to bed with her. But now she almost wanted to forget that, to pretend everything was still perfect between them, her secret kept. She wanted to tell him to come to her house to make love with her again tonight and leave it at that, bearing stoically the burden of her shame. But as badly as she longed for the youngster, she knew she had to stick to her resolve. She knew that even if her body responded, her mind would hold back. Jenny suspected she might not even be able to get an orgasm by making love with Craig until she was satisfied that the wrong he had surely done her had not been done in spite, or even in disregard for her feelings and well-being. And now somehow she had to seize control of her lust and hunger, she had to think rationally.
"What's the matter, Miss Lane?" Craig asked finally to break the silence.
"I think you know," Jenny said in a trembling voice.
The youngster frowned. "I don't understand."
"Oh Craig!" Jenny gasped, looking at the boy pleadingly. "Don't you know I'm ruined here? Don't you know my reputation is completely ruined and for all I know I'll lose my job and be ... be run out of town or something?"
Craig shrugged, walking slowly toward the desk behind which she sat, his eyes still drifting eagerly down to the high-set swells of her breasts that heaved and strained with her heavy breathing.
"Why did you tell the whole school about what was happening between you and me?"
The young boy stopped suddenly, his face blanching. Then a puzzled look came into his eyes. "I... don't understand what you're talking about, Miss Lane?"
"Don't you he to me, Craig Phillips!" Jenny hissed, standing up, all her pent up anger seeming to flare at once up into her breast.
"Miss Lane, please. I don't know what you're talking about," Craig protested.
"The whole school knows about us," Jenny said, raising her voice. "And if you didn't tell them I'd like to know who did."
Craig swallowed, looking down at the floor. Then he raised his eyes slowly. "I can't tell you. I mean ... it was an accident. It was just an accident and it wasn't really me."
"Don't lie to me, I said." Jenny paused, glaring in silence for an instant. Then she gave out with a short burst of incongruous laughter, almost hysterical sounding. "I bet you've really felt like a big man around here these last two days, telling everyone about how you fucked the school nurse. Probably telling them how I sucked your little cock. Maybe even telling them what I did the night you window-peeped and saw me ... masturbating."
Craig knew he was going to have to think fast. If Miss Lane cut him off now, while he had Tommy and Harry outside waiting and no telling how many other boys counting on him to line them up with the school nurse as soon as he could fit them in, he was going to really look like a fool. They'd probably even think he was lying about having fucked her himself and having her suck his cock and all the rest.
"I bet you really have felt like a big shot," she repeated sarcastically.
"I talk in my sleep," Craig said.
"What?"
"I talk in my sleep."
Jenny looked at the boy curiously for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"One of my friends - but I can't tell you who, because it's not his fault and I don't want to get him in trouble with you - spent the night with me, the same night I came to your apartment. I said something in my sleep. I said: 'Miss Lane, can I fuck you again', and he heard me."
"You don't expect me to believe that, Craig. So please don't insult my intelligence. He'd just think it was a nocturnal emission ... a wet dream."
"That's what he thought, all right," Craig said, hanging his head. "He just thought it was funny and asked me about it the next morning, and I freaked out and gave it away. I mean I turned white and got nervous and he started pressing me with these questions and I tried to he but every he I told just made ... what really happened all more clear." He shrugged. "I guess he told some kids, but I didn't think any of them believed it. I thought everything was all right."
Jenny looked at the young boy in silence for a moment, studying his half-averted eyes intently as he fidgeted sheepishly before her. It was far fetched, but it could be true. It wasn't completely impossible that it had happened that way. Jenny took a deep breath, her eyes glistening as she looked down pleadingly at the boy. She flicked her tongue softly out of her mouth to moisten her sensuously parted hps, her body trembling.
She was about to decide she did believe him when it hit her. The panties!
"Oh, you little devil!" she said, her face turning hard, her eyes becoming fiery again. "You must think you're very smart. But just how does that explain the panties?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Lane. I just wasn't thinking when I did that I know it was stealing, but I sort of figured you wouldn't really mind, and... see, I once read a book, a dirty book, about this guy that every time he went to bed with a woman he took her panties, and now he was an old man and he had hundreds of them. And that... was my first pair."
"And how did Mac get them?" she continued in the same tone of sarcasm, looking at him with building anger.
"Mac?" Craig's face paled and his eyes dropped. So that was what happened to them. Mr. MacDonald must have heard something and got the master key to the lockers. And all this time he'd been thinking one of the other boys had stolen them and trying to figure out how he'd done it.
"That's right, Smarty Pants. Mac come over to my apartment with them. He must have found them in your bedroom, I guess?"
"My ... friend took them. That's another way he knew I was lying."
"Craig Phillips! Mac as much as told me he got them from you, and if you hadn't brought them to school... well, he couldn't have. And there's only one reason you'd want to bring my panties here to this school, and that's because you wanted to prove what you'd been ... bragging about!"
Craig's eyes dropped and again he hung his head shamefully. Jenny glared at him silently. There was a moment when she would have liked to hit him, to box him as hard as she could on the side of the head, to lash out and find some release for all her pent up rage and frustration. And she thought she might have been on the verge of doing just that when it suddenly hit her: she couldn't remember now if Mac had used his actual name or not. Frantically her mind raced back over the horrible nightmare of Mac's visit and subsequent assault on her defenseless body and genitals and the final degradation of forced sodomy to which he'd subjected her to. It was still a hazy memory in her mind, surreal and distorted. But now it seemed that Mac hadn't actually said Craig's name. He'd referred to him once as a punk and she had defended him, also without calling him by name. And when she'd first been confronted with the panties and asked him where he'd gotten them, he'd said only: "You know where I got them." He hadn't used Craig's name then either. He hadn't used it at all!
"Oh Craig," Jenny said with a soft sob, all the emotion and relief welling up in her breasts, a constricting tightness coming into her throat as she tried to choke back the tears.
He was telling the truth. Or at least, it seemed reasonable enough that she should at least trust him until he was proven guilty. She hadn't been maliciously betrayed, and even if the rest of her problems loomed just as dark as before, at least it hadn't been Craig's intention to get her into trouble.
Jenny moved toward the youngster, who stared back at her with astonishment. "Mac didn't say your name!" she exclaimed in a voice that was almost choked. "He never mentioned your name, and I just took for granted it was you he was talking about."
Then she reached out, running her fingers hungrily through his hair before her hand dropped to his shoulders and she pulled him to her body, snuggling the softly rounded mounds of her breasts against his face, showering kisses down on the top of his head and over his ear.
For a moment Craig didn't know what to do. He'd been so sure all was lost, and he was about to give up on his scheme of trying to seduce the school nurse and get his friends laid. Then, as he nuzzled his nose between the wide-set swells of her breasts, protected by the tightly constricting brassiere she wore beneath her thin nurse's uniform, he began to realize that she had at the last minute decided to believe him.
As Jenny continued to hug the young boy to the inviting softness of her body, Craig lifted his hands slowly to the sides of her full breasts, crushing and kneading them gently as she purred and whispered into his ear, her body shaking with the gentle convulsions of her joyful sobs. The youngster continued to gently stroke the voluptuous mounds of her breasts, moving up to his tiptoes to kiss along the soft smooth flesh of her neck, his hands dropping down her back to seize the tightly rounded half-moons of her buttocks as he squirmed his pelvis eagerly to her smooth thighs.
Then suddenly her body stiffened and she tried to push him away. "Oh no, Craig. No, please! Don't do that!"
He clung to her even as she retreated back toward the desk, his hands pulling at the material of her uniform skirt to draw it up along her thighs, his teeth nibbling gently at the soft skin on the curve of her shoulder.
"We can't do that here, Craig," Jenny moaned in protest. "And when you touch me like that you make me so hot I can hardly stand it."
In spite of Jenny's protest Craig continued to work at her uniform skirt until he'd lifted it completely up off the lush mounds of her buttocks. With a desperate whimper, Jenny retreated another step as the youngster pulled her panties down far enough to half expose her softly curling pubic hair. Then the backs of her naked thighs caught on the edge of her desk, causing her to lose her balance and sprawl flat on her back across it, her legs dangling off from the knees, her panties pulled down near the tops of her thighs, the uniform skirt bunched lewdly high about her waist.
Craig knew he was going to have to use every trick he could think of to get Miss Lane to put out right here on the campus, and the idea that popped into his head was just too good to resist. He'd heard the older boys talking about eating pussy, but until a few days ago he wouldn't have dreamed he'd ever think seriously of doing it himself. But now the prospect caused an even more intense excitement to surge in his loins, and from everything he'd been told, women liked having their cunts licked and sucked better than anything a guy could do to them. Some of the boys said if you could ever get a girl to let you kiss her between the thighs there wasn't a way in the world they'd be able to stop you from fucking them.
Jenny lay almost motionless across the desk, stunned, fighting an inner war with her consuming lust. It was complete nonsense for her to even be here with Craig after the whole school was already talking about them. But just the brief contact had excited her almost beyond belief. Tonight now seemed like an eternity away, and her whole body was crying out for the satisfaction that had been denied her with Mac.
"No, Craig," she whispered softly, her hands moving slowly and only half-heartedly down toward her lewdly exposed loins. Then her eyes widened with shock as the boy leaned forward, stooping so that his face was poised right over the softness of her thighs and her half-revealed cunt nestled so invitingly between them. Then she gasped as she realized what he intended.
For some reason, Jenny almost completely froze in terror at the prospect. It excited her beyond belief, and the very thought of this little boy whom she so adored kissing and licking between her thighs, paying her the ultimate homage a man could pay a woman, seemed like more than she could ever deserve in her life. But she knew it was also the ultimate perversion for her to desire such a thing from a fourteen year old boy who only days ago had been an innocent child. It seemed the final corruption and Jenny could not help but imagine what
Craig's parents might think of her if she let him do what he intended. They would be perfectly in their rights if they had her prosecuted for contributing to the delinquency of a minor and statutory rape and everything else in the book.
Then a soft cry of protest escaped her hps as Craig's face dropped suddenly lower and his tongue flicked out to brush tantalizingly into the soft curling strands of cunt hair sticking up just above the narrow waistband of her panties. A shiver shook her whole body, an electrifying current of perverse delight that rendered her still unable to move or resist.
"No, Craig. Please don't do that," she whimpered. "Come to my house tonight."
"I can't wait," the teenager groaned. "I've been thinking about this all day."
Then, working the panties lower to finally expose her smoothly rounded buttocks and the forbidden area of thin, silken pubic hair and even the softly pulsing little slit of her pussy, Craig plunged his face lower between her trembling thighs.
The sudden moist contact of his tongue on her sparsely-haired flesh sent an unwanted chill of delight racing up the whole length of her spine. Then her body shivered as she felt his tongue tracing downward and his fingers moving up to pull her thighs wide apart, stretching and tearing the panties that still clutched at her knees. A shudder rippled through her naked flesh as his fingers stroked into the hair that fringed her beckoning pussy-slit, softly parting the tingling hps. Then she cried out wantonly at the sudden electrifying contact of his tongue upon the little pink bud of her clitoris.
Jill lifted her head off the desk, staring with disbelief down at the youngster's face hovering over the defenseless softness of her loins between her nakedly wide-splayed thighs. The moistened pink flesh of her vagina was presented up to his eyes in helpless sacrifice. She lay trembling before him on the desk, watching his tongue slowly circling his hps in nervous preparation for the ravishment he planned.
Then suddenly with a slow outward movement of his thumbs, Craig drew apart the fleshy pink lips of her cunt to even better expose the soft inner folds that glistened with the freely flowing moisture of her excitement. Groaning hungrily, he dropped his head down to swipe the full length of his tongue up into the wildly throbbing cuntal slit.
Another soft sob rose to her hps and her body jerked in a sudden convulsion, her buttocks grinding down against the top of the desk from the maddening attack. Then with a soft sucking of his lips Jimmy drew the throbbing bud of her clitoris wetly into his hot mouth, nibbling at it with the tips of his teeth until she cried out as another lewd spasm shook her whole body.
"Oooooh! Oooooooooh!" Jenny moaned, hardly able to believe the shattering sensations that surged out so suddenly through her loins from the youngster's submissive licking of her cunt. It was too obscene for words and she whimpered in lewd abandon beneath the depraved assault, her head still lifted off the desk to gaze down in horrified fascination as the teenage boy's face pushed down even harder against her warmly quivering loins. It was insane! It was so insane! The door wasn't even locked and anybody might come walking in at any minute. But even knowing that, Jenny was unable to make herself tell Craig to stop, even just for long enough to lock the door.
An even more stimulating chill shot through her almost prone body, Jenny lowered her head back on the desk, lunging her buttocks upward in spontaneous submission to the delicious current of excitement that coursed out suddenly from his wanton licking and sucking as Craig began to feast in earnest on the defenselessly wide held flesh of her cunt. Tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to swell deep down in her belly as the boy's lewdly flicking tongue burrowed to its full length right up into the trembling vaginal opening. She cried out deliriously, her buttocks bouncing and twitching. Then again she lifted her head to gaze down at the teenage boy's bobbing face between her widely parted thighs.
"Ooooh, oooooooh!" she purred in lascivious longing as she began a more rhythmic hunching motion of her loins up against Craig's lewdly buried face. Spasms of delight were shooting out over every tingling inch of her flesh as she completely shed her inhibitions and began to respond, the lustful currents growing deep inside her, sweeping her to a level of craving she could never have thought existed.
Then with an even louder cry Jenny's hands dropped down to run eagerly through Craig's hair, pulling his face even tighter to her loins, closing her thighs hungrily about his ears. She sobbed out her spiraling need in an incessant stream of delirium as she felt his tongue swishing softly up into the inner reaches of her tingling vaginal flesh, her hips jerking and lunging in lascivious abandon as little tremors of ecstasy coursed out from her quivering cuntal lips. Then suddenly in an even more desperate motion she dropped her hands from his hair down to his shoulders and started to push him back out from between her thighs.
As wonderful as it felt to have the young boy kissing and licking her cunt, she knew it wasn't enough to give her the satisfaction her lust-tortured body ultimately demanded. She had to have his cock inside her. She had to be fucked. And she didn't think she could stand to wait through another minute of this maddening stimulation that was pushing her craving to the point of insanity.
"All right, Craig," she whimpered in a quaking voice. "That's enough. I can't stand anymore of that. I want you to fuck me. Right now."
Gasping for breath, Craig raised his head up. He licked his lips, looking at the school nurse with an excitement that must have matched her own. He knew he had her where he wanted her now. When his two friends got here she'd be glad to see them.
Jenny gazed almost with astonishment down at her half-exposed body. She thought she'd never seen such an obscene sight in her life. Her skirt was still bunched up about her waist. Her panties hung in shreds at one knee. Her smoothly tanned thighs were still splayed out widely and the exposed hps of her cunt glistened with flowing moisture that mingled with the saliva of the fourteen year old boy who'd so submissively sucked and licked at her pussy until she was completely out of her mind with lust. Nestled in the thin black hair she could just glimpse the swollen pink bud of her clitoris.
"I've got to lock the door," Jenny whispered deliriously.
"I'll get it," Craig said quickly. He walked hurriedly over to it, then paused. "I guess I better make sure there's nobody outside."
"Yes."
The young boy opened the door and looked out triumphantly at his two young friends, who waited beneath the shade tree on the opposite side of the walk that ran behind the clinic. He winked and held up five fingers. As they nodded eagerly, Craig stepped back inside and closed the door. He didn't lock it.
Chapter Eight
Her body quivering from the lustful excitement that surged out of control through her tongue-ravished loins, Jenny watched the young boy strip off his clothes as she removed her own uniform in a frenzy. They'd moved to a little room in the back of the clinic which contained a bed for students to rest on in the event they were sick or had suffered an accident that didn't warrant an actual trip to the hospital. Jenny still knew what she was doing was sheer insanity, but at least the door was locked and if someone intruded there would be time for her to get dressed and Craig to hide. And after the way she had almost denied him, jumping to the conclusion that he had wronged her when there had not been real proof of that, she felt she had to make it up to him the only way she knew how. Even more compelling was the fact that at this point she couldn't have resisted anyway. She'd never been so hot in her life. Her desire was like a hot fiery ball in her belly and every inch of her sensuously aroused flesh cried out for release.
A soft sob swelled in Jenny's throat as she shed her brassiere to completely expose the upthrust nakedness of her breasts, then with a wriggling motion of her hips peeled the nearly transparent panties down the lithe softness of her amber thighs. Naked, she lay down on the bed, her breath coming in strained gasps as she watched Craig remove his own trousers. She licked her Hps hungrily in response to the sight of his young cock throbbing up inside his jockey shorts, then moaned as he peeled them off, bending it down, then freeing it suddenly so the erect shaft jerked upwards in a lewd springing motion to almost slap against his belly above the sparse curls of newly grown hair at his loins. Then as he approached the bed and climbed up on it, the school nurse lunged her whole naked body upwards, her arms wrapping around the teen-ager's torso to pull him down eagerly upon her. She covered his lips with hers, her tongue swiping hungrily into his mouth to taste the sweet juices of her own cunt that lingered on his tongue. She moved her hand down between their tightly straining bodies to seek out the lust-inflamed hardness of his cock and fit it up between her trembling thighs, the throbbing head burrowing through the soft-curling fringe of hair and right up into the lasciviously moistening lips of her pussy.
Jenny was almost ready to cum at the instant of entry. The wanton licking and sucking of her cunt had driven her beyond the bounds of sanity. Her sensitivity had already been heightened by her emotional state, and her sense of reconciliation with the youngster to whom she'd become so attached had further increased her vulnerability to the lewd physical stimulation, driving her to a degree of lustful frenzy that was almost beyond her own comprehension. She whimpered softly, feeling the boy shiver as he lunged down suddenly and the rigid little shaft of his flesh wormed teasingly right up into her quivering vaginal warmth. A low wail rose in her throat and her hips trembled on the softness of the mattress as Craig's body sank down harder against her and she felt the tightly resisting flesh of her pussy yield and part before the hungry onslaught of his penis.
Jenny groaned, splaying her thighs out wider to allow the youngster greater access to her aching cuntal depths as the shudders began to dart through her body from the feel of his hands working eagerly over the voluptuous curves of her flesh and he began to lunge his cock in swift, tantalizing motions in and out of her quivering cuntal softness. She cried out in feverish delight to the hotly palpitating hardness flexing and jerking farther up into the moistly enveloping warmth of her cunt, and she bucked madly at him, the surging lust completely out of control, her lascivious cries of passion echoing in resounding animal grunts. Her head flayed wildly from side to side on the mattress, her eyes were slits as she strained for the climax she already felt building undeniably in her lust-tortured loins. Then suddenly her body stiffened and her eyes opened wide in horror.
The door had opened and two more young boys, Tommy Turner and Harry Parker, had stepped into the room.
"Oh Craig!" she cried in a sudden anguished wail.
The youngster lifted his head to gaze with a lewd grin down at her, never breaking the rhythm of his wanton cock-thrusts up into the defenselessly splayed flesh of her loins so that in spite of all her hurt and anger and disappointment, her buttocks continued to respond in little spasmodic jerks and hunches. "Oh Craig!"
He had told! She knew it now. And this had ah been arranged. When he'd stepped outside the door, supposedly to make sure there was no one in sight, he'd no doubt been signaling his two young friends. And if there had been any question in Jenny's mind as to what they were doing here, it was erased almost instantly as both the youngsters began to hurriedly strip out of their clothing.
The young teen-ager had done far worse than what she'd imagined. He'd not only bragged around the school about his conquest, but he'd promised his friends he'd set them up with a share of the action too! It was almost as if he were the pimp - a fourteen year old pimp who less than a week ago had never even been to bed with a woman - and she was the whore.
"Boy, he wasn't lying!" Tommy exclaimed. "Look at her. She's ready for us, all right."
"She sure is!" Harry echoed. "She's begging for it with her eyes."
Their words reverberated in crazy harmony in Jenny's lust-maddened consciousness, and somehow she thought everything they'd said must be true. For now she'd lost all control of herself. Even as she lay here nakedly spread-eagled on the bed, stunned by the terrible realization that Craig had done her all the wrong she'd first imagined and more, her body cried out for the wanton satisfaction of climax that seemed to hover now just within her reach, and she knew she could refuse nothing the youngsters wanted to do to her. She had to have it. She had to cum like she'd never cum before. She had to cum again and again, first with one of them and then with the next, and the thought of her body being used by one of the youngsters after another in depraved succession as if she were nothing but a whore, a helpless receptacle for their obscene lust, only heightened the devastating hunger and perverse passion surging through her.
"Hurry up, Craig!" Tommy Turner shouted impatiently as he began to unbuckle his trousers.
"Yeah, come on," said Harry. "We can't wait all day."
"Yes, Craig," Jenny whispered in a distant-sounding voice she could hardly recognize as her own. "Come on."
Craig felt his cock growing and expanding deep up inside Miss Lane's pussy as he heard her final expression of surrender and realized he'd truly triumphed. He knew he'd accomplished a real feat, not only seducing the school nurse but really turning her on and turning on his friends in the bargain, and that knowledge excited him almost even more than the physical sensation he felt as the soft inner muscles of her cunt suddenly began to flex and quiver about the lustfully throbbing shaft of his penis until he felt he was going to lose all control and let it burst forward in immediate ejaculation as he began to fuck harder in and out of her moistly sucking cuntal tightness.
But he still wanted her to cum with him and he held back, beginning to ram his cock into her with even longer and harder strokes in time with the suddenly intensified jerking of her naked loins up against him. Her thighs entwined tightly about his waist, clenching to draw him down even deeper into her yielding pussy softness as she made lewdly pleading gurgling sounds in her throat.
"Oooh fuck, fuck! Fuck me harder," she chanted in his ear, jack knifing her legs up higher so Craig could gaze down between their bodies and watch the glistening shaft of his cock lunging obscenely in and out of the hair-lined hps of her cunt, which flowered open even wider with each jolting thrust.
Jenny's face was contorted with passion, even wilder shudders coursing through her body, and Craig was fucking into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs as he felt the softly moistened flesh of her pussy clasping like a heartbeat around his own hotly throbbing cock. He fucked her from the tips of his toes with every ounce of effort he could muster, ramming the whole length of his rigidly pulsing hardness deep up into her softly quivering pussy-flesh, bringing even more ecstatic moans and screams to her lips. Her nostrils flared and her eyes opened wide, gazing glassily up at him as the orgasmic waves began deep in her belly and her hps bared back again over her teeth to issue even more insanely desperate sounds of pleading. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her fingernails digging into the soft muscles and then slithering down to claw frenziedly at his buttocks as they clenched and jerked above her unprotected loins.
Then she suddenly turned her head, her body becoming almost still as she gazed at Tommy Turner, who'd moved up to stand just beside the bed and watch them with a crazed look in his own eyes. He was completely naked and as Jenny let her hungry gaze descend to the bulging hardness of his cock, looming up fully erect and almost a full inch longer than Craig's, her hips began to twitch and quiver, her vagina crushing down glove-like in involuntary spasms about the throbbing shaft that invaded her convulsing vagina.
Jenny moistened her hps, her fingers trembling as she reached her hand out slowly to the young boy beside the bed, her gaze now shifting on to Harry Parker who stood, also naked, just behind him. Then she whimpered softly as her fingers came into contact with the pulsating rigidity of Tommy's cock, caressing it softly and beginning to move the skin slowly up and down on the long twitching shaft as she felt the even greater tension surge through her own tender flesh. A low, distant-sounding wail that was different from all the previous cries that had issued from her throat, swelled out to shatter the fleeting instant of silence.
She looked back wild-eyed at Craig. "I'm going to cum," she whispered suddenly, locking her ankles in a strong grip high up behind his back. Her body arched and quivered as she clung tightly to him with her softly trembling thighs, her fingers skinning more rapidly up and down the shaft of Tommy's youthful cock as she started to flay her head from side to side again.
Her body jerked in frenzied spasms, the juices of her cunt flowing out even more freely around his hotly plunging cock and dribbling down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks to soak his tortured balls as they slapped against her tiny puckered anus. Craig watched the lewd contortions of her face with salacious triumph as he sensed the orgasm that was engulfing her, and he gasped down into the moistness of her mouth as he felt the bursting begin in his own loins and heard her even more insane cries as she began to shower kisses of gratitude over his face.
Then with a deep, soul-shattering groan that went on and on from his lips, the young boy exploded inside her, shooting his fresh young sperm deep up into the flaccidly quivering depths of her pussy-flesh. He kept on lunging harder and harder, jolting her body and prompting a rhythmic stream of moans and cries from her lips as he fucked into the enveloping softness between her thighs until the last drop of cum had squirted from his balls. Then he gasped, sagging down tiredly on her still quivering body.
Jenny closed her eyes, her hand ceasing its lewd movements around the eagerly palpitating shaft of Tommy's cock as she felt Craig's penis start to go limp in her pussy. Little quivers still coursed through her loins and her buttocks continued to make occasional jerking motions from her post orgasmic excitement. Then, as she felt Craig withdraw and slide off the bed, she opened her eyes again and looked deliriously at Tommy Turner, then Harry Parker, who'd moved up beside him now.
"Lemme go first," Harry said. "I never even been laid."
"You'll get your turn. It's my cock she's got hold of," Tommy answered, looking angrily at his young competitor.
They continued to argue for a moment. Jenny's hand dropped from Tommy's throbbing hardness and her eyes closed. For a moment she didn't even hear what they said. She knew she must be losing her mind. It must have begun that night she and Mac had chaperoned the junior high school dance, and it had been building ever since then, and this was the final crack-up.
Then again she heard Craig's voice intruding in the argument, and opened her eyes once more to stare at the three naked teen-agers in a mingling of horror and even more perverse excitement. "Why don't you both take her at once," Craig said.
"Hunh?" Harry asked, a confused look in his eyes.
"You in her pussy, Harry. And Tommy in her mouth."
"Suits me," Tommy said with a shrug.
"No, please," Jenny whimpered. But she said it in a half-hearted tone and she didn't mean it sincerely anyway.
Then she formed an even feebler whimper of protest as Harry climbed eagerly up onto the bed and with no pretense at foreplay dropped his virgin body eagerly between her still widespread thighs.
He shuffled forward awkwardly as he lowered himself onto her unguarded nakedness, and Jenny shivered with renewed longing as she felt the pulsing head of his lust-engorged penis slither up the still warmly trembling softness of her inner thighs. She stared down between the nakedly quivering mounds of her breasts with lust-crazed delirium that swelled anew in spite of the shattering climax she'd just achieved, then moaned softly as the teen-age boy's twitching cock burrowed up to probe hotly right into the moistened pussy-flesh that still trembled from the orgasm that had echoed through every fiber of her body and soul.
Then with a sudden cry of glee, Jenny her hips upward, shimmied, dropping her hands down to claw hungrily at the young boy's flexing buttocks as he plunged forward and her cum-drenched pussy walls gave way to take the lustfully twitching resilience far up into the most sensitive tightness of her cunt.
"Oh boy, that feels good!" Harry exclaimed almost in disbelief. "Wow, that's better than I ever thought it would be!"
Jenny gave out with a helpless moan as the thickly surging rod of flesh wormed far up between her thighs. She quivered as she felt the youngster's pubic mound nudge softly down against her swollen clitoris, little mewling sounds pouring from her lips as she began to writhe her body softly, twitches of renewed passion shooting over the tingling nakedness of her flesh as Harry's hands slid beneath her ass-cheeks to stroke tenderly up against the clinging lips of her cunt around the plunging base of his cock. She seemed to hang on a crescendo of insanity for a timeless span as she felt the last shadows of her first orgasm pass and the initial distant tremors of the next begin somewhere in the mystifying oblivion of her passion. She found an instant of calm. A little smile came to her lips and she opened her eyes and seemed to see for the first time. And she was looking right into the lust-crazed face of Tommy Turner, still standing beside the bed, gazing down eagerly at her sensuously squirming body.
"Yes, Tommy, yes," Jenny purred softly through her sultry lips. "Just step closer to the bed and I'll suck you off while Harry fucks me."
Then all became a jumble in Jenny's mind as Harry began to shudder above her, lunging the pulsing erection of his cock harder and harder with shattering strokes in and out of her op en-splayed cuntal flesh, groaning and moaning, his hands exploring wildly over the naked softness of her body.
She whimpered softly as Tommy stepped right up against the edge of the bed, bending his rigid cock-shaft down toward her deliciously welcoming hps as she stretched upward to reach it. Even as a more insane moan of passion swelled in her throat from Harry's frenzied fucking up into her loins, she parted her lips and flicked her tongue out wetly to swipe away the little drop of seminal fluid that appeared at the tiny glans of Tommy's blood-filled penis, then made a sensuous oval of her mouth to slide her hps warmly over the purplish head.
Tommy groaned from the exquisite sensation as he rammed the full length of his pulsating rod of flesh deep between the school nurse's hungrily clasping Hps. Harry's tingling cock swelled up even harder within the sensitively clinging depths of her loins, causing even wilder quivers to dart through her body as it flexed and twitched and the boy grunted in lascivious excitement above her. Her voluptuous breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of
Harry's chest, the little hardened nipples pricking to an even more tingling firmness as Tommy reached down to grab a thick handful of her silken black hair, tugging her face even closer to her loins and fucking deeper and more ruthlessly into her willingly submitting mouth. As the two youngsters shared both the wantonly yielding orifices of the school nurse's nakedly squirming body, one in her mouth and the other in her cunt, the door opened and three more freshman boys slipped into the room.
Jenny's nakedly fucking body stiffened to immobility. She twisted her neck, staring past Tommy's smooth hairless loins and almost letting the throbbing rigidity slip completely from her mouth.
Then an even more lewdly masochistic surge of craving coursed through her body as she realized why they were here. They wanted a share of her body too! Already they were beginning to strip off their clothes and their eager exclamations resounded shockingly in her ears. And as Jenny resumed the ravenous sucking of Tommy's cock, again taking the full length of it between her helpless lips, her tongue swiping wildly around the almost bursting head, she knew she would not be able to refuse them. There was no longer any reason to. It was only a matter of time until somebody on the faculty began to suspect what was happening in the clinic. She knew she was through here, and any numerical ascension of the number of young boys who shared her today could do no more than heighten the color of her guilt. And she couldn't have stopped anyway. She couldn't have refused a single one of the eager teen-age boys now crowding around the bed. It wouldn't have been fair.
Then Jenny forgot everything, responding whole-heartedly to the task of the moment as she felt both the youngsters now fucking her begin to move even more eagerly, Harry racking her helplessly writhing body with his staccato cock-thrusts, Tommy's massive hardness twitching and surging even more rigidly up between her wantonly sucking lips.
Jenny moaned deliriously around the cock-head that crashed more and more brutally into the moist warm cavern of her mouth, driving to the back of her throat to prompt lascivious gurgling sounds. Her body was coming to life again in even more insane and gripping passion. Every inch of her flesh tingled with raw electric sensation as she sensed the two youngsters were drawing simultaneously nearer their own completion, and the mere thought of the two of them ejaculating at once into her mouth and cunt only heightened the distantly sweeping waves that threatened to course through her own body any instant in volcanically racking climax.
She thrust her buttocks up madly, almost tossing Harry off the bed with the intense lunges of her pelvis. She lifted her thighs high, the hard smacking sounds echoing in her ears as his loins slammed down against her. She sucked fervently, longing to milk the torrents of life-giving sperm from Tommy's cock, wanting to swallow every precious droplet of it with her throat just as her spasmodically sucking cunt absorbed every surging spurt of Harry's.
Almost insane with passion, she listened to the three teen-age boys who waited trying to hurry Tommy and Harry on. Now somehow she thrilled to their obscene chatter, to their lewd exclamations about her, the school nurse, going mad as a nympho as the first shattering waves of climax began to engulf her.
"God, would you look at that! She's gonna fuck him to death if she doesn't slow down."
"What about Tommy? Man she's gonna pull his cock out by the roots if she sucks any harder!"
"Boy, I can't wait to get my hands on that baby. Whoever thought their first piece of pussy would be the school nurse? And right on campus too!"
Then an even more insane quiver shot through Jenny's now frenzied thrashing body as she felt the heavily splattering droplets of Harry's cum start shooting out suddenly from the twitching head of his cock deep into the sensitive depths of her pussy. At almost the same instant Tommy stiffened, ceasing his movements completely as Jenny sucked even harder and more submissively at the tingling rod of boy-flesh. She whimpered and gurgled around the resilient base of it, her nose brushing the softly tickling hairs of his pubis, her Hps stretched wide as she felt him begin to move again and tasted the sweet young sperm come shooting wildly into her mouth and the back of her throat. She gurgled again, her Adams's apple bobbing as she swallowed desperately to keep from choking, her efforts becoming instinctual and automatic as she lost complete control of herself and was once more engulfed by the madly obliterating ecstasy of orgasm.
She was cast once more into timelessness as she felt the waves consume her, sweeping out in a relentless fury of obscenely shattering bliss to suspend her in delirious oblivion, devoid of past, present or future.
After that it all happened too fast. Jenny lay in quivering, post-orgasmic ecstasy as Harry and Tommy withdrew their deflating penises, respectively from her cunt and her mouth. She closed her eyes, her naked and soiled body still sensuously writhing in lust-crazed expectation. The three boys argued about who was going to be first, just as Tommy and Harry had. While they argued, one of them climbed up onto the bed. Later she would vaguely remember telling them she couldn't take two at once in the prone, standard position because the strain on her neck was too much. She would remember rolling over into the "dog fashioned" posture, so one boy mounted her from behind while the other stood before her on the edge of the bed, fucking her in the mouth. It was like a daydream. The whole eerie episode engulfed her and swept her up in a montage of hard young cocks fucking into her mouth and her cunt, grunts and groans of passion mixing with the catcalls of the onlookers, all jumbled together in a distorted blending of endless passion and climax.
She didn't know how many of the boys had her before, just as one pair were simultaneously withdrawing and two more preparing to take their turns, a silence fell suddenly over the room and even though her eyes were closed Jenny sensed that the line had broken and the next two youngsters moved away. She sensed a state of aloneness on the bed, where she lay vulnerably naked, as if it were a stage and the others, the eager teen-age boys who'd so wantonly exploited her surrendered flesh, were now moved apart from her, separated.
She opened her eyes slowly, gazing trance-like up at the open door. Superintendent Johnson was standing just inside, watching her with the strangest look in his eyes.
"You boys all get your clothes on and leave," he said. "Last period physical education is dismissed for today. I'll deal with you boys tomorrow."
But it seemed as if it had been a long time, an unbearable and extended silence, before he'd said that. And Jenny had lain still in her naked, almost spread-eagled position on the bed, looking up at him blankly, as if he were an apparition. Then the boys, looking sheepish and fumbling nervously with their clothes, began to get dressed and filter out of the room. Superintendent Johnson came into the room and Jenny half-heartedly tugged the sheets down and slid beneath them. She didn't feel like getting dressed, of having him watch her do it. She would listen to whatever he said and then after he left she would put her clothes on and go.
The superintendent waited until the room was empty, then sighed deeply, staring with a flickering smile down at the voluptuous brunette, her sensuously formed body teasingly outlined beneath the sheet that fell loosely over the rounded curves.
"Well, Miss Lane. I hardly know what to say to you. That must have been quite a performance."
"You don't have to say anything. It's over. If you'll just let me get dressed I'll go."
"It might not be that easy," he said. "There isn't much likelihood what has happened here will remain a secret. The parents of these kids might be pretty upset with you when they hear what has happened. You know, there are laws regarding minors in this state."
"I know," Jenny whispered. She'd been thinking about just that an hour or two ago, or whenever it had been that this had begun. But now it seemed an eternity ago, and it no longer seemed like something that mattered. It had just happened, and now she thought it inevitable that it would have happened sooner or later.
Jenny closed her eyes for a moment, still having trouble catching her breath. Then when she opened them she understood what the superintendent had on his mind, why he'd brought up the vague threat in the first place. A soft smile broke off her lips. His forehead was shining with a thin layer of sweat, and he'd moved a few steps closer to the bed, his eyes greedily consuming the lush outline of her body beneath the sheet. Jenny laughed softly, her own gaze dropping to the rounded mounds of her breasts, the hardened nipples making little darkened protrusions against the thin sheet.
"I always thought you were an untouchable."
"I was," Jenny said with a smile. "I was waiting for the right person to come along. It was a vow. It worked out strangely."
Then she sighed softly as the superintendent sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes still gazing hungrily at her barely concealed form. Jenny thought she'd never seen such want in a man's eyes in her life, not even in Mac's. She was sure it must have been there, but before she had looked at that sort of thing differently.
"Miss ... Lane ... ?"
She shrugged. "One more won't hurt."
Chapter Nine
Jenny had worked at the hospital through the winter, which had been dreary and long. Except for the intern she'd dated and slept with, as much because he wanted her so badly she couldn't bring herself to refuse him as for the Satisfaction of her own natural needs, she'd kept strict control of her emotions. Though her self-denial had been more pragmatic than out of any sense of guilt, or even of resolution not to do wrong again. It had been a time for her to reflect, to rest and let the lurid events that had taken place before she resigned her job at the school and left town on the early morning bus sort themselves out in her mind. Sometimes at night she lay in bed, dreaming about the moments she'd spent with Craig Phillips, reliving that scandalous day when she'd been fucked by all those boys - and she still didn't know how many there had been - at the clinic. Sometimes she even thought of it when she was having sex with Johnny, the intern.
It had taken until spring for her to sort it out in her mind. With the end of the snow and the beginning of the warm weather it seemed to have become clearer. She slept with the psychiatrist at the hospital and discussed it with him. He said laughingly that, crazy as it sounded, he didn't think she was insane. She never knew exactly how he meant that, whether it was his words or her actions the adjective "crazy" modified. She'd never been very good at English grammar anyway.
But it was for more reasons than that she was almost glad there would never even be a possibility of her working again at another school. She knew the temptation would have been too great during those early months after what she'd come to term her "crack-up". She would have done something else crazy, and she might have really gotten into a lot of trouble. It was a lucky thing Superintendent Johnson had been such an old lecher, otherwise he might have reported what she'd done immediately and she wouldn't have even been able to get out of town before the story had begun to filter up from the junior high to the local high school and finally to the parents themselves. And she liked working at the hospital anyway. That was what she'd been trained for, to care for the sick and assist the doctors, not administer hearing and eye tests to a bunch of kids and stand by to treat non-serious accidents with iodine and Band-Aids. And working at the hospital, where she was not thrown into constant temptation, gave Jenny the sense of perspective she needed in order to choose her escapades carefully so that she would not be caught in another scandal.
"I'm going to change into something more comfortable," Jenny said softly, taking a last sip of her cognac and setting the glass back on the table.
She smiled at the young boy sitting beside her on the couch. He swallowed hard, looking back at her wide-eyed.
Jenny felt his eyes follow her as she walked through to the bathroom of her small apartment. She stripped her nurse's uniform off eagerly and put on a light kimona, tying the sash loose enough in the front that the youngster she'd picked up in the drugstore soda fountain on her way home from work would be able to clearly see the voluptuous cleavage of her breasts and from just the right angle even glimpse the little buds of her nipples. Then she walked back into the living room, smiling sultrily as she saw the youngster's eyes bug at the sight of her body revealed in the skimpy and exotic costume.
"Tell me, Tod?" Jenny began, settling back even closer to him on the couch. "Have you had much experience with women."
"Well, not... too much," the boy said with a trembling voice.
Jenny smiled seductively, leaning toward him. "You're not a virgin, are you?"
