In an era which might be considered the coming of age of America, any piece of literature which could serve to expose another of the numerous preconceptions that have formed what might be another aspect of the nation's fading "innocence", is important. Author Faye Jackson's new novel does that and much more.
Marijuana. Premarital sex. Corrupt administrators. These three subjects might be expected in any sensational fictional treatment of American secondary education, but though the ingredients are there, this important new novel is anything but an exploitive treatment. For the story deals not so much with the effect of the changing times on the children as the effect of the children's "adaptation" to the changing times on one of the adults responsible for them.
The setting is a somewhat neglected microcosm of the state, a boys' prep school; the particular individual in question, the protagonist, as it were, is the school nurse. The crisis is a slight mistake, a bad response to a pressure stimulus which places the protagonist, Jill Marks, in the sexual debt of one of the young wards at school. What follows is not only the story of her coming to grips with herself, and with a driving compulsion she has suppressed for most of her life, but a poignant comment on the whole trend of the times today, on abuse of power and the relationship of the individual to the mass, on the re-examination of outmoded values and the necessity of change in order to cope in the evolutionary society, on the relationships of age to youth, experience to inexperience or "innocence".
But these broader vistas should not overshadow the more immediate and simple focus of the cutting novel, the saga of the heroine herself. It is to Miss Jackson's credit that she had been able, from a purely literary viewpoint, to resist the temptation to go completely overboard in American allegory. Though the work will be met with shock in some critical circles, it is also to her credit that she has not flinched in dealing honestly and directly with the sexual content of this book, material that, handled badly, could have rendered it nothing more than another cheap and sensational account; and that avoided, would have left it emasculated and fit, perhaps, only for academic consumption, its broader force to be puzzled over, its brilliant down-to-earth flavor lost. Nor would the most pertinent and simple points have been made without just this unwavering and candid approach.
Perhaps one other point might be relevant here: It is no accident that the author selected as her setting the prep school, or as her heroine a nurse. The publishers feel she could have made no better choices. Prep schools somehow have been lost in the media's treatment of turmoil in education. The medical profession has long been considered an "integrated" facet of society. These two conceptions are not run down completely in this perceptive novel, but they are tampered with. Miss Jackson seems to be saying, and making what the publishers feel is a good case, that there is no facet of this society completely immune, nor a sanctuary the moral upheaval won't reach.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Jimmy Miller finished developing the photographs he'd taken at the victory celebration and dance following the last game of the football season, stuffed them into an envelope and started across the small, plush campus of the private boys' school where he was in his freshman year. Jimmy's best friend Bobby Norton would be finishing his afternoon bar bell workout and leaving the gymnasium about now, and Jimmy wanted to catch him before he got away. There was a light rain, and the bespectacled youngster clutched the envelope beneath his shirt to keep the photographs dry as he hurried along the sidewalk toward the gym. Bobby was just coming out of the dressing room when he arrived.
"How'd the pictures turn out?" asked Bobby.
Jimmy shrugged. "They're not bad. I'm afraid the one of you and Charna dancing to that Stones' record doesn't quite do justice to the most subtle twitches of her ass, but I guess the finer sights of life just weren't made for still shots." He paused, looking forlornly at the billowing rain clouds. "Let's pop over to the Snack-Shack and I'll buy you a coke while we have a look."
"Can't make it," said Bobby, squinting his blue eyes into the rain as the boys left the gym entrance and started up the long walk towards the dorm. "Charna's parents split for the afternoon, and we've got the whole house to ourselves. Somehow or other I'll have to make it to town before this damned storm breaks."
Jimmy looked up enviously at his friend. "Man, I don't know how you do it. Most of the seniors figure they're lucky if they can get laid every once in a while on the weekends. And you're just a freshman, getting more than you can handle after school." Jimmy fell silent, staring down at the sidewalk as the boys started into the grove of oaks that lent a plush, pastoral atmosphere to the campus. "I'll consider myself lucky if I ever get laid."
"Got to try, man. You can't expect them to come here with their panties in their hands looking for you, can you?"
"That's about the way Charna got you after you made those three touchdowns in the Billings game."
"It wasn't quite that easy. And Charna's not the only one. Melissa was a virgin when I met her. I thought I was going to have to rape that little hussy before I got her drunk that night and managed to sneak my finger into her panties." Bobby paused, turning toward the smaller youngster. "You've got to try to fuck them, Jimmy. That's the only way you'll ever get your first piece."
The boys continued to the edge of the grove and paused again. The rain was coming down faster now.
"Well, I just don't think it'll ever happen," Jimmy said, pensively.
"What?" Something else held Bobby's attention. He stood in the shelter of the last tree, gazing intently off into the distance.
"I don't think I'll ever get a piece of ass," Jimmy said.
Bobby shrugged. "Then maybe you won't. Some people never do, you know."
"Hey, don't talk like that! It's not funny."
"There's the one I'd like to take a try at," Bobby said, still staring thoughtfully away.
Jimmy followed his gaze and saw for the first time what it was that had caught his attention.
"Are you kidding, man?"
"Nope," Bobby said tersely.
"The school nurse?"
"Just because she's a full-grown woman doesn't mean she doesn't like to fuck."
Jimmy looked at his friend almost with alarm, then returned his attention to the entrance of the main building where the school nurse was waiting, as if trying to work up the courage to make a dash through the rain for her automobile. Even at this distance the lush curves of Miss Mark's body were clearly distinguishable. She was a tall blonde woman. Though Jimmy wasn't sure, he supposed she must be somewhere in her late twenties. But her body was still almost that of a young girl breasts standing up high and full and proud; a smooth belly and narrow waist that accented the daring flare of her hips; ripe, tightly rounded buttocks that swayed teasingly, always inviting, always forbidden, as she pranced around the campus. But in spite of the fact that she literally radiated sex with every move of her voluptuous body and expression of her sultry face, word had filtered down even to the--likes of Jimmy that Miss Marks was an untouchable.
"Boy, this business with Charna must really be going to your head!" Jimmy said. "You don't really think it's possible you might be able to make it with Miss Marks."
"Let's just say I don't think it's impossible."
"But are you planning on trying?"
Bobby shrugged, a faint grin coming onto his cute young face. "Maybe she'll make the first move."
"Jesus Christ!" Jimmy rasped. Then he fell silent as he saw the school nurse take a flowered scarf from her handbag and tie it up around her blonde hair. She hesitated for a moment longer, then started quickly down the steps and into the rain. Both of the young boys watched with fascination as she made the fifty yard run to the parking lot, her breasts bouncing and her buttocks jerking teasingly in the thin material of her uniform skirt as she ran. By the time she reached her car the thin uniform was completely soaked, clinging transparently to the lush curves of her body, and she shivered from the sudden cold. Miss Marks unlocked her car and got quickly into the driver's seat. They saw the smoke of the exhaust as she started the engine, backed the vehicle out of her parking slot and pulled onto the road.
"Yeah, that's some piece all right. I'm getting tired of these young girls anyway," Bobby said.
Jimmy snorted. "If you really believe a woman like Miss Marks is going to think twice about going to bed with a freshman like you when the faculty members can't even get close to her, you must be living in a fucking dream world!"
"Maybe she--likes boys," Bobby said. He paused as Jimmy looked at him curiously. "There are some women like that, you know. They won't let a man get near them; they don't even like men that way, but deep down inside they're just dying to have some innocent young kid stick his dick in their cunts. But you've probably never thought of that, have you?" Bobby paused again, staring straight into Jimmy's eyes. "And maybe you haven't thought of this either: Miss Marks has gotten into the habit of coming out to the gymnasium in the afternoons to watch me work out with the weights. She doesn't do anything, man; she just comes out there and watches me. And she's got a hungry look in her eyes. A hungry look! That's the only way to say it."
Bobby turned away, staring back at the falling rain. Now it was beginning to drip down through the thick foliage of the oak and they would not have shelter for long even here.
"The trouble with you, Jimmy, is that you don't take a positive enough attitude with women. If you think you're beat before you start, then you probably are ... I've got to run. I guess I'll have to get naked and lie before the fireplace at Charna's while I'm waiting for my clothes to dry."
Without another word Bobby lowered his head and sprinted out into the rain across the lawn of the campus toward the bus stop.
Jimmy waited a moment longer, then tucked the photographs under his shirt and continued down the sidewalk toward the dorms.
CHAPTER TWO
Jill Marks glanced at her watch and closed the paperbacked novel she'd been reading. Moments later the bell sounded to mark the end of the last class period of the day. She sighed, glancing furtively down at the smooth curves of her body, her eyes wandering slowly over the voluptuously rounded mounds of her breasts and descending gently to her tiny waist and the soft contours of her thighs, revealed by the uniform skirt that had worked far up above her knees on the cream-white flesh. Then she sighed again and stood up tiredly.
It had been a long dull day and she felt lethargic. She wished she had some plans for the evening, something to look forward to, but there was nothing in store for her but the same old thing. She would go out to dinner or eat at home alone. Then she would take in a movie or watch television. She was getting in a bad rut, and she knew that a good-looking young woman like herself shouldn't be spending so much time alone. But she just hadn't been able to get interested in any of the men, mostly faculty members, who'd been trying to date her. There were times when Jill could have almost cursed the sultry face and sensuous body she had inherited. She knew it was just that and not her real inner self that attracted the men who wanted to go out with her. It made her feel like nothing but a piece of flesh, a sex object.
Jill took her light raincoat from the hook, draped it over her arm and stepped out the front door of the little clinic situated behind the main building of the school. She breathed in deeply of the fresh cool air. The rain had passed and now the sun was shining. The brown grass of fall was wet and glistening, almost as if with spring dew.
Though football season had ended, several boys were playing pass on the edge of the athletic field. Jill watched them for a moment, then turned and started around the corner of the main building.
At the fork in the sidewalk just beyond the corner of the building she paused. She felt suddenly almost breathless, as a strangely foreboding idea toyed at the fringe of her consciousness. She turned her head slowly to gaze beneath the oaks toward the red-brick gymnasium.
She did not know why she had this feeling that she shouldn't go there, or perhaps it was only that she would not admit the reason to herself. But it seemed as if the mere fact that she did want so badly to go again, as she had several times during the last couple of weeks, and watch young Bobby Norton lifting weights, was somehow enough to make it wrong.
Jill waited a moment longer, then in a sudden compulsive move she started resolutely down the walk through the oak grove toward the gymnasium beyond. There could be no harm in her just watching the youngster exercise and she chided herself for her own tendency to attach some overblown significance to the fact that she wanted to. Yet she still could not resist the urge to look cautiously around and make sure that no one had noticed her as she entered the brick building.
Stepping from the afternoon sunlight into the gymnasium was like entering a large, empty cathedral. It was comparatively dark inside and there was a hush that seemed rudely disrupted by the clanging noise as she closed the door behind her and by the sharply echoing clicks of her heels on the wood floor as she walked passed the bleachers towards the main basketball court. But the only other sound to violate the silence seemed equally disruptive. From the far end of the gymnasium she could hear the rhythmic, hoarse sucking sounds of the teenager's strained breathing as he struggled against the weight of the bar bells. But now in the large, empty gymnasium the deeply wrenched gasps took on a strange, almost sexual quality as they reverberated through the reaches of the barn-like structure.
That suggestion caused Jill to pause again just before she should have rounded the corner of the bleachers. There was something so profoundly sensuous about those gusting, hissing noises of the freshman boy's breathing that she felt almost as if she were intruding on a very private and personal thing, as if she were a voyeur sneaking up to peak through a window late at night.
Then she heard the echoing ring as the young boy dropped the bar bells onto the rack and the strained gasping ceased. Jill waited, almost breathless herself with the anxiety that surged in her breasts, until she heard the boy begin the next set of exercises. Then, almost tiptoeing, she rounded the corner of the bleachers and stepped onto the edge of the basketball court to where she could see him.
Again Jill paused, trying to conceal her suddenly surging excitement as she was confronted with the arousing view of the muscular young boy. Though he was facing directly toward her, he hardly even seemed to acknowledge her presence, concentrating all his efforts on the strenuous exercises. In spite of her efforts at discipline, Jill could hardly resist letting her eyes rove with what she knew must have been unconcealed craving down the youngster's muscular, sweat-glistening body.
He was wearing only a pair of track shorts which shockingly revealed his magnificent young physique. Now he was doing an exercise called "curls", which exerted the greatest strain on his biceps but also served to expand and accent the bulging pectoral muscles of his chest and the rippling sinews of his abdomen. The coating of sweat that shined on his flesh only highlighted the youthfully rippling muscles.
As she watched the boy began another set of exercises, again hearing his hoarsely sucked gasps of breath echoing from the high roof of the gymnasium, Jill crept slowly down the edge of the basket ball court towards him, her eyes transfixed on the sharply defined bulges of his torso. With a last, almost agonized-sounding gasp, the young boy replaced the bar bell again on the rack and looked up at her with an eager smile.
"Hello, Miss Marks."
"Oh ... hello" Jill stammered awkwardly. During the previous times she had come here, the boy had scarcely seemed to acknowledge her presence, and before she had not been quite so open and obvious in her watching him as she was now. She had attempted at least to pretend that she'd happened upon him by accident. Today she hadn't bothered to do even that.
"Why don't you come in and sit down here on the bench if you want to," Bobby said. "I get kind of bored in here working out by myself anyway, but the coach says it will really be worth my trouble if I stay in good shape all the way through until track season in the spring."
"Well ... all right," Jill managed. "I was just browsing around the campus, and I thought I'd come through here because I really didn't have any ... place else to go." She knew that excuse sounded foolish even incriminating, yet from the boy's manner he seemed not to take the slightest note of its dubious rationality. He was smiling at her, watching her warmly with his clear blue eyes.
Jill could hardly hide her fascination as she gazed back at the youngster's naked torso. In spite of his muscular and athletic build, young Bobby didn't look overly mature for his fourteen years. His face had an innocent childish glow, which Jill found overwhelmingly attractive, but still it was his sensuously muscular young body that seized and held her attention and had beckoned her back here beyond all her control.
As the young boy panted to catch his breath, Jill took a seat on the bench at the edge of the basketball court, crossing her legs and nervously pushing her skirt down over the smoothness of her thighs as she watched him take the bar bells in his hands to do a third set of "curls".
She watched with rapt attention as the teenager did fourteen more repetitions of the strenuous exercise and dropped the bar bell onto the rack with a loud clanging.
"That's so many," she said. "You do so many of them."
"It's because I'm using a light weight," Bobby answered with a gasp, turning back to face her. "Heavy weights and low repetitions bulk your muscles up, you know, sort of knots them up where your coordination's not so good. Coach Donaldson says I don't need any more bulking. But these light weights and high repetitions give you a tone you can't get any other way."
Jill thought she must have visibly blushed as she watched the youngster inhale to deeply expand his chest. But she understood what he meant. She'd seen the covers of weightlifting magazines with those awful photographs of musclemen posing in bikinis and looking for all the world like genuine freaks of nature. Bobby's glistening young body was not like that. Not a single ounce of his firm, rippling flesh seemed out of proportion or exaggerated. His tanned skin was almost smooth, with subtle lines defining the tautly bulging muscles beneath.
"Well, you certainly do have ... tone," she said at last.
"The coach says even if I don't break any track records this year it will help me out with the girls on the beach this summer."
There was a short silence as Bobby continued to gaze at Jill in his openly friendly manner, as if there had not been anything the least bit provocative in his last statement. Yet she could not help imagine what a young girl's reaction might be to see this appealingly muscled youngster in a swimsuit after he had spent roughly five more months at these grueling exercises. She'd overheard enough of the kid's gossip at school to know that Bobby Norton had quite a reputation for his exploits with the girls here in town. And the thought of that now caused an uncomfortable fluttering sensation in her breasts and stomach that was almost like jealousy.
"Well, I'd better keep at it," Bobby said, turning back to the weight rack.
The young boy's back was turned to Jill as he did the final set of curls, allowing her eyes the freedom to rove at will over the straining muscles of his back and thighs. And she was unable to resist the lewdly wanton sensations that rose in her own breasts as she gazed lasciviously over his shining, near naked body. Now she knew that what she was doing was wrong. The source of her previous trepidation was beginning to surface. In spite of everything she was developing a physical lust for this cute young boy. What had begun as innocent fascination had swiftly taken on a sordid and compulsive nature, and she could hardly even comprehend the strange sensations swelling in her breast and loins as she watched him almost spellbound.
"Whoooh!" said Bobby as he dropped his weights back on the rack and turned again to face the school nurse.
Again Jill feared she must have blushed. She stared at him intently for a moment, then realizing how obvious that must be, jerked her eyes suddenly away.
"I watched you play in the Billings game last Friday night," she said nervously. "That was really a wonderful touchdown run you made on that punt return."
"Oh I just had good blocking," said Bobby.
Jill watched him in silence for a moment longer, then self-consciously averted her eyes. "I guess I should really be going ... I must be disturbing you," she added, still not rising from her place on the bench.
"Oh no," said Bobby. "You're not disturbing me at all, Miss Marks, but this next exercise I'm going to do might look kinda stupid unless I explain. It is sort of a dynamic tension thing. It really seems like I am trying to show off or something, but I'm not. And this one is most especially for that tone I was talking about."
In spite of the fact that she'd said she was going, Jill could not bring herself to move, nor did she even pretend to conceal the lascivious craving in her eyes as she watched the youngster do the next exercise. It did indeed look at the beginning as though he were merely flexing his muscles to show off. He cupped his hands together, extending his arms out in front of his body. Then he started to push inward with both arms, sucking in even louder and hoarser gasps of breath as he expanded his chest broadly and began a silent struggle with himself. Jill watched a red flush come over his skin as he increased the pressure, the rippling muscles of his chest straining even harder until they began to quiver from the tension. She stared with undisguised eagerness at the youngster's rippling torso as he grunted and further increased the exertion of his arms and shoulders and pectoral muscles. Then at last, with a deep sigh, he eased off, shaking his shoulders and arms to loosen the tightly knotting muscles, his skin glistening slickly from the new coat of sweat that had broken out over his body.
"My gosh, Bobby!" Jill gasped. "Your arms and your chest look even bigger than they were before you did that."
"Sure, Miss Marks, that's the pump."
"Pump?"
"It's oxygen in your blood stream. It causes your muscles to swell."
She watched enviously as the youngster reached up with one hand to touch the throbbing bicep on the other arm, testing the springing flesh beneath the tightly drawn skin.
"Can I feel?" she asked cautiously, then immediately regretted the bold entreaty. But the youngster still seemed to find nothing out of the ordinary about her request.
"Sure."
"Oh, maybe I shouldn't," Jill said, blushing again. But before Bobby had time to say anything else, she rose and went quickly over to him. He looked up at her with a total lack of suspicion, again inhaling deeply to expand his chest, twisting his arm to flex his bicep as Jill extended her trembling fingers towards it.
She was standing so close to the youth that their bodies almost touched. She could smell the pungently beckoning odor of clean male perspiration that coated his torso and flowed freely from beneath his upraised arm. She was losing control, and the wanton craving of her body was reflected lewdly in her eyes. Then she almost gasped as her fingers came into shocking contact with the swollen bicep. The comparison prompted suddenly in her mind almost caused her to jerk her hand back as if she had put it into a fire. The "pump" the youngster had talked about was precisely the same biophysical principle employed in the erection of the male sexual organ. The oxygen in the bloodstream literally pumped the muscle to resilient firmness, and the comparison prompted only lewder thoughts to course through her deliriously functioning mind.
Cautiously, Jill wrapped her fingers as far as they would go about the youngster's hard flexed bicep. She raised her other hand to touch his shoulder and trail it slowly down over his swelling pectoral muscle toward the little hairless nipple. She bit her lip to quell the whimper that rose almost spontaneously in her throat as she continued to stroke her hand softly over his sweat moistened chest.
"Oh yes, you really are built well, Bobby. Your muscles are like steel!" she said gustily, continuing to course her fingers over the youngster's tautly flexed arms and chest.
There was something so uncannily pure and healthy about the way his young body felt. She knew what she was doing was wrong, that the stimulation she derived from touching him was sexual, sinful; but it went even beyond that, and she couldn't control her own strained and hastened breathing or conceal the craving in her eyes as she leaned even closer to the boy.
Then suddenly Jill's hands dropped to her sides as she heard the clang of the door at this end of the gymnasium. She looked up, pale faced with fear and shame as old Mr. Klaus, the school custodian, stepped through the door. He stopped just inside the entrance way, staring wide-eyed at the nurse and the young, shorts-clad boy.
During the next fleeting moment a multitude of sordid and scandalous visions unfolded in Jill's mind. She looked in shock and horror at the old man, then returned her gaze for a moment at Bobby, who seemed nonplussed, even amused. Then she looked back helplessly at Mr. Klaus.
"He grabbed me!"
Jill hardly even believed the words she heard herself speak. It seemed she had not thought them, that they had burst of their own accord from her lips. It was as if they had been put into her mouth by an alien force, not of herself.
"Well you damned little whippersnapper," Mr. Klaus roared, slamming the bucket he carried down on the floor and dropping his mop as he stalked toward them.
Jill watched him with terror, then jerked her eyes pleadingly back to Bobby. He was looking at her almost without expression, but she could sense the seething anger his face did not betray. And it crushed her. She almost wanted to turn and run, and to keep running, to leave this place and never come back. She couldn't imagine how she could have done such an awful thing, how could she have said something so completely untrue.
"These darned kids have got no respect for anybody anymore," the janitor grumbled as he came up to them.
Jill stared desperately at the old man, her face now ghastly pale. "It's nothing," she sobbed.
"I'll be darned if it's nothing. Come on, boy, you get your shoes and pants on and we're gonna have a talk with Superintendent Meyers."
Jill looked back at Bobby. He watched her in silence for a moment, then shrugged and walked past her toward the dressing room.
"It really was nothing, Mr. Klaus," she repeated in a trembling voice. "Can't we just let it pass?"
"I'm not gonna let it pass, Miss, and neither will Superintendent Meyers. I can guarantee you that. Just because this kid makes a few touchdowns doesn't give him the right to get fresh with a lady."
Jill wanted to say more but it was hopeless. She knew that the old man had always been fond of her. Sometimes his manner left her the impression he had a kind of second childhood crush on her. She knew nothing would dissuade him, nothing but the truth. And though she realized she should tell him that, confess what had really happened and bear the guilt for her own wrongdoing, she couldn't bring herself to say the words.
In a couple of minutes Bobby emerged from the dressing room, clad in his levis and shirt.
"All right, let's get going." rasped the old man. "Want to be sure and catch him before he leaves the office."
"Mr. Klaus, I wish we could just forget about this," Jill stammered.
"Nonsense, let these kids get away with something like this, no telling what they will be up to next. Raping ladies on the street."
Almost choking with despair, Jill followed the old man ,and the young boy out the front door of the gymnasium and down the sidewalk toward the main building. She could hardly believe this was really happening, that it was not just a bad dream from which she would momentarily awake. Of course, her word would be taken even if Bobby tried to deny the accusation, but she wasn't certain she could bring herself to repeat the lie again. Nor did she think she could confess and admit the truth to the superintendent. She felt too guilt ridden, not only for the lie she had told, but for the lewd feelings that had been surging in her body before they were discovered by the custodian.
Mr. Klaus knocked lightly at the door of the superintendent's office, then opened it and ushered Jill and the now sullen faced youngster inside. The superintendent, a mustached man in his mid forties, looked up with surprise.
"What can I do for you?" he asked briskly. A slight shiver went through Jill's body as she felt his eyes move from her face down over the swells of her sensuously molded breasts.
"It's this young 'un," said Mr. Klaus.
The superintendent glanced only briefly at Bobby, then looked questioningly back at Jill. "Yes?"
There was a moment of silence as they waited for her explanation. But she could not bring herself to speak, to say anything, neither to tell the truth nor repeat the lie that had sprung spontaneously from her lips a few moments ago.
"He grabbed her," said old man Klaus. "There in the gymnasium."
"Grabbed her," The superintendent glanced at Jill, then back at the young boy, who held a sullen silence. "What do you mean, grabbed her?" he asked at last.
"I seen it with my own eyes," said Mr. Klaus. "I come into the gym to mop the floor and I seen him, right there. He had a hold of her, and he wasn't wearing nothing but a pair of shorts himself. Before I got my bearings, I thought he was stark naked."
"Is that what happened?" asked Superintendent Meyers, looking back at Jill.
She could feel the trembling of her body, and it was all she could do to hold back the tears. She moistened her lips and opened her mouth to speak. But still the words wouldn't come.
"She's too shook up to talk," said the old man. "And I don't blame her one bit. These kids got no respect anymore."
Mr. Meyers leveled his eyes on Bobby Norton, his face almost white with rage. "Well young man, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Jill looked desperately at the little boy. For a moment the youngster stared in silence back at the superintendent. Then he turned slowly to face Jill. His eyes were almost blank, dulled with unfeeling. He was refusing to respond. She realized with a sinking sensation that he was not even going to bother to defend himself, and that only increased the burden on her.
"What were you doing in the gymnasium at that hour anyway, Miss Marks?" the superintendent asked.
"I just happened through," Jill stammered nervously. "I thought some of the kids might be playing basketball, and...." Her voice trailed off and she gazed off down at the floor. She couldn't understand what had come over her. The lies sprang freely to her lips first the one that had began this horrible episode, and now this, which served indirectly to reinforce the first.
"We aren't going to put up with this sort of foolishness," Superintendent Meyers said to the silent young boy. "The fact that you have, due to your gridiron exploits, become somewhat the apple of the public eye around this institution appears to have gone to your head. And from what I've heard around school I understand that you have quite a reputation as a lady killer with the girls here in town. That must have further inflated your ego. Maybe a month of weekends restricted to campus will slow you down in town, give you time to re-examine the boundaries over which you must not step." He looked back at Jill. "Miss Marks, I'm very sorry this has happened. I just hope you won't let it upset you too much." He sighed. "That's all. You may go."
Jill hesitated for a moment, fighting an inner battle with herself. She knew it still wasn't too late to confess what had really happened. And though it would cause her an unbearable embarrassment, at least it would advert this injustice. But she couldn't make herself say it. At last she turned slowly away, and again her eyes met Bobby Norton's. They lingered on him for an instant. Then, choking back a sob, she turned and went out. She almost ran down the hall.
CHAPTER THREE
Jill watched the eleven o'clock news on television that night. But even the horrors of the war, depicted in vivid color on the screen with a short film clip from Viet Nam, was unable to hold her attention or give her a brief respite for her own terrible feelings of guilt for what she had done that afternoon. The lie she had told so thoughtlessly was now caught like a fish-bone in her throat. It ran over and over in her mind like a broken record.
A late night talk show followed the news. Jill got up and clicked the TV off, then went into the bathroom and started the water to run in the tub, adjusting it to the hottest temperature she thought she would be able to stand, as if somehow that would purge her from the plaguing guilt that gnawed at her conscience. Then she turned to the full length mirror on the bathroom door and began unbuttoning her uniform, which contrarily to her custom she had not even bothered to change out of when she got home from school. Through eyes swollen by the cry she'd had earlier, she watched the teasing revelation of the white smoothness of her flesh as she parted the uniform off her shoulders and with a sensuous wriggling motion of her body, shed it down off the flare of her panty-clad buttocks and the smooth length of her long lithe thighs.
She hung her uniform up on a hook in the wall, and reached behind her back with a deft flick of her fingers to undo the brassiere strap. The cups fell partly away from her breasts and she worked the straps slowly off her shoulders to completely expose the voluptuously rounded mounds, peaked by the turgidly quivering nipples that contrasted in rich mauve to the whiteness of her smooth flesh.
She was almost naked now. Nothing remained but the flimsy panties, hanging teasingly low on the ripe half-moons of her buttocks, and softly spontaneous shivers passed through her sensuous body as her fingers brushed over the sensitive flesh of her flat belly and she slowly pulled the panties downward to expose her thinly curling blonde pubic hair. With another wriggling motion of her hips she worked the silken panties off the softness of her thighs and stood completely naked before the mirror. For a moment her eyes remained riveted on the reflection of her exposed flesh. Somehow it's soft loveliness intrigued her tonight, as if the naked flesh were not her own but someone else's. Her hand raised slowly upward to softly touch and stroke the firm swollen mound of one of her breasts, the fingers tweaking lightly over the already rigidly throbbing nipple to send little shivers of delight coursing out over her skin. Somehow, in the very contrast it recalled to her mind the sight of Bobby Norton's nakedly straining muscles, glistening with sweat as he flexed them for her to touch, and the recollection rekindled a strangely unwelcome sensation to stir lewdly up in her naked loins.
Jill turned suddenly away from the mirror, refusing to admit the strange and disquieting craving that regenerated against her wishes.
Though the tub was only half filled, she stepped into it and began to slowly lower herself into the almost scalding water. Its contrast with the relatively cooler air caused her exposed flesh to goose-bump and the nipples to swell to even more sensitively tingling hardness. Then she submerged herself almost completely as she was able to adjust to the heat, resting her head back against the rear of the tub and letting the water run teasingly over her feet. She waited for a long time before she finally took the soap and washrag and began to scrub slowly over the glistening white skin of her body.
Jill must have spent almost an hour in the water. When it cooled she added more to keep it to the hottest temperature she could bear. The bath was like a womb, a sanctuary, but still it could not wash away her guilt. The horrible memory of what she'd done that afternoon continued its ceaseless gnawing at her conscience.
At last she got out of the tub, dried off and walked naked into the bedroom. She left the lamp on the nightstand burning as she got into bed and pulled only the thin white sheet up over the softly rounded curves of her naked flesh. She sighed deeply, her eyes moving slowly down to trace in detail the outline of her lushly formed body beneath the sheet which barely concealed the fully swollen mounds of her breasts so that even the rose-tipped nipples showed clearly through the thin fabric. Below the sheet tapered down lightly over her slender girlish waist to her supple hips, flat smooth stomach and sensuously full thighs.
Jill sucked her breath in softly, her eyes almost closing. Every naked inch of her skin was tingling, and almost unconsciously she yielded to the temptation to trail her hand down to the wide-set mounds of her breasts, her fingers flicking teasingly over the rigid nipples. She sighed again, squirming her hips down into the softness of the mattress, her eyes almost closing as she continued for a moment to gently knead and massage her breasts. Then still without really thinking about it or admitting to herself what she was doing, she moved her hand lower over the smooth warm flesh of her belly to brush her fingers lightly into the still damp strands of her thinly curled pubic hair.
Then Jill's body stiffened at the first stunning contact of her finger over the already twitching bud of her clitoris. An unwelcome tremor of longing coursed out suddenly from the tiny bud, saturating deeply into the sensitive warmth of her loins and spreading out over every inch of her tingling flesh. Again she was reminded of the horrible lie she had told. Yet now an even more vivid memory almost pushed that from her mind as she remembered the wonderful hard feel of Bobby Norton's muscular young body. She still could not imagine how she had let herself get into the position that had forced her to tell that horrible lie. But the youngster was almost irresistible to her. That first day when she had truly just happened into the gymnasium and found him doing his exercises, the seed had been sown. She had not been able to tear her eyes away from him. And since then she'd fought a daily struggle with herself to resist going back to watch him again.
Reluctantly, Jill drew her hand away from the softly pulsing warmth between her thighs. Now her whole being was permeated by the insane desire that had crept over her without her knowledge, and now it seemed bound to consume her body and soul, just as, in the longer run, the lust for the young boy she had so terribly wronged had crept over her without her realizing it.
Then her hand moved slowly back towards her loins, dancing lightly over the smooth sensitive flesh of her belly to venture once more down through the thinly curling strands of cuntal hair and in between her thighs to the softly pulsing slit of her pussy.
Jill closed her eyes, moaning at the renewed contact of her middle finger against the warmly pulsing vaginal opening. Her buttocks began to move in a gentle undulating motion on the bed as she sensuously parted the throbbing little lips, the undeniable chills of delight that coursed through her prompting more strained whimpers as her fingers flicked back over the throbbing clitoral bud and spread the softly flowing moisture up and down the lust-tortured slit. Then with a deep gasp she arched her satiny buttocks eagerly upward off the bed, her fingers working the thinly hair-lined cunt-lips wider apart to probe with swift and shocking effect up into the softly clasping flesh.
A surge of guilt welled up in her again as she realized what she was about to do. It was a warped and sordid act and she had not succumbed to it for a long, long time, but now she knew she couldn't stop herself. She would never get to sleep if she did not have some kind of relief from the unwelcome desires that had engulfed her and some brief escape from the memories that had ceaselessly tormented her the whole afternoon and evening.
"Oooohh," Jill moaned as her middle finger burrowed deeper and deeper up into her softly yielding pussy, her thumb rubbing teasingly at the hotly swelling bud of her clitoris as she arched her hips even higher and sank the finger to the last knuckle into the sensitively pulsing inner flesh. Then with a soft whimper she surrendered completely to the obscene longing and began a lewdly writhing undulation of her body on the bed and started to finger-fuck herself with smooth, even strokes in and out of the tightly clasping cunt-lips. Mingled with the squeaking sound of her bedsprings was an incessant stream of softly wanton moans and pleadings as Jill began to masturbate in earnest. She was becoming rapidly possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly shut and she thrashed her body even more wildly as the uncontrollable passion overcame her. Lewd grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her mouth and her middle finger pistoned crazily in and out of the tightly trembling pink opening of her cunt, her thumb working with a maddeningly teasing effect at the throbbing bud of her clitoris. Her face flushed red, breaking out in a shining coat of perspiration as she began to strain, groaning in lust and frustration and worming her finger deeper and deeper up into the warmly quivering pussy. She tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long blonde hair whipping softly over the naked softness of her shoulders, the mingled moans and whimpers in her throat increasing as she intensified the rapid finger-fucking rhythm.
Then suddenly, with an even louder cry, she kicked the sheet off to completely expose her lustfully squirming body. She raised her head up from the pillow and gazed down between the quivering mounds of her breasts, a lewd thrill coursing through her at the perverse picture of her own hand fucking eagerly up and down between the wildly scissoring softness of her thighs. Again she remembered the lewdly titillating sight of the young boy who had prompted her lascivious wants, once more remembering the springing feel of his rigid muscles as he flexed them for her, now almost smelling the lusty odor of his young, sweating torso as she'd stood so close to him her nipples almost brushed his naked chest.
Now Jill's body was thrashing savagely, her loins thrusting eagerly upward to the probing strokes of her fingers working deeper and deeper into the quivering flesh of her cunt. The clasping lips of her vagina flowered to give an even greater access to the warmly resisting inner flesh and the continued maddening strokes of her thumb over the little twitching clitoris almost drove her out of her mind with the obscenely rising passion that poured through every fiber of her being.
"Oooohh, oh yes!" she purred out in her delirious submission to the shattering sensations. Her lust had become a fiery hot ball in her naked 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 sensations that surged up in the warmly yielding flesh of her pussy.
Then her whole naked body suddenly tensed, shuddering; it seemed to uncoil in a whiplash motion as her legs opened and closed frantically on her wildly fucking fingers. She felt the rising tide begin deep in her belly, spontaneous contortions racking her voluptuously naked flesh as she fought and strained for the release which at last seemed eminent.
Yet still it eluded her, driving her to a state of uncontrollable frenzy and wanting as she floundered for what seemed an eternity in an unbearable purgatory of insane craving. The wetly clasping lips of her vagina squeezed in lewd caresses, resisting as she drew her finger outward on the downstroke and sucking hungrily as she shoved it back in. Spasms of obscene delight shook her whole body, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise welling in her tortured loins.
Then an even more desperate cry burst from her throat and she drew her finger almost completely out of her wetly trembling cunt-lips, stroking it in a staccato motion over the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris to send new and even more intense thrills darting from the pulsing depths of her cunt to the tips of her breasts and to the ends of her wriggling toes. She rubbed her hand rapidly back and forth over her turgidly quivering clitoris, sobbing and moaning in frustration as the relief still hovered out of reach. Then suddenly she gave out with an almost hideous moan as she shoved her middle finger savagely back into the wetly flowering cuntal mouth and screamed in wanton abandon to the thrilling fantasy that the sensations surging through her were prompted not by her own obscene finger-fucking, but by the young boy to whom she had done such an injustice today. She dreamed that she was expiating her burden of guilt with her body, that she had surrendered herself up to him to do with as he pleased with her in appeasement for the terrible wrong she'd done him.
Jill's breasts heaved and quivered voluptuously with the insane tossing of her torso as she lunged her hips up and down in a lewdly hunching motion. Then suddenly it began, a deep trembling up inside her loins that surfaced swiftly in a volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breath-taking tidal wave of searing sensation that soared out through every inch of her madly thrashing body. The blood-filled lips of her cunt worked and sucked frenziedly at the lewd fucking of her middle finger, her breath rasping in short, gusting gasps as the powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her to a sea of bliss.
She cried out in deliriously unintelligible pleas, wallowing in her obscene passion, her fingers still working frenziedly up into the warmly pulsing flesh of her loins. Her other hand coursed eagerly over the softly tingling curves of her body to caress and massage her swollen breasts and tease the turgid nipples to an even greater rigidity as the convulsive spasms of orgasm continued to shake her.
At last Jill sank down in exhaustion on the bed, dropping her head again to the softness of the pillow and reaching for the sheet to pull it lightly over her nakedly quivering flesh. The little spasms continued to course through her loins for several minutes as she panted and gasped to catch her breath.
Then with the unwelcome desire satiated for the moment, Jill was almost shocked at the realization of the depraved act she had committed and the devastating recognition of the warped craving that had been the source of her temptation. She was a nurse at the boy's prep school, responsible for their health and welfare. She was a mature woman and she had no want for male suitors, yet this afternoon she had lusted after the flesh of one of her young wards. And worse, that lust had placed her in a compromising situation and she had lied and placed the blame on him. Now, to confirm her warped cravings, she had finger-fucked herself to orgasm, and she'd lusted again for this innocent and wronged youngster as she'd done so.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jill slipped cautiously through the door of the little bar and made her way in the dimly lit interior to one of the booths, uncomfortably aware of the appraising stares of the men seated at the bar. Though this place was only two blocks from her place she had never ventured here before. But she had been restless all afternoon and she felt what for her was a very uncharacteristic need. She wanted a drink.
She asked the plump waitress for a vodka Collins and tried to ignore the continued stares of several of the cruder looking characters at the bar while she waited. When the drink finally came she drank down almost a third of the glass immediately, and felt at least a slight relief from the nervousness that had nagged her all day long.
Jill had scrupulously avoided not only the gymnasium but Bobby Norton and his inner circle of friends since the horrible episode the middle of last week. She had been so sure the story of what had really happened that it was she who had really been the aggressor would have spread all over the school. But to her surprise she'd had no indication that was the case. It didn't appear that any of the other boys had even heard about the incident or that they knew about Bobby's month-long weekend restriction to the campus. But the thought of that injustice and of her own responsibility in the matter had gnawed incessantly at Jill's conscience ever since that horrible event had taken place. And now that the weekend had finally come, she could think of nothing but the fact that because of her wrong doing the freshman boy was sitting alone at school while his friends were all in town trying to make out with girls from local public schools.
Jill finished her first drink quickly and ordered another. She didn't indulge often and already the effects of the alcohol were going to her head. Though it was only dusk outside, the bar was filling up quickly with the Saturday night crowd, mostly stag groups of men. She didn't like the kind of attention she was attracting, the openly lustful way their eyes consumed her voluptuous body.
She sipped the second drink more slowly, then got up and left quickly when she distinctly heard one of the men at the bar tell his friend that he was going to come over and invite himself to join her. The last thing she was in the mood for in her present state of mind was male company, at least that kind of company.
Jill walked the two blocks back to her house, then paused at the foot of the rock path that led up to the door. She hesitated for what must have been a half minute.
She knew she would not have even been considering the idea that had come to her mind if it had not been for the two strong drinks she'd had. It was reckless, if not downright foolhardy, and an open invitation for anyone who might become involved to draw the wrong conclusion. And even Jill had reason to question her own motives, but she decided that, in spite of her misgivings, they were good and honest. If Bobby Norton had to sit alone at the school on Saturday night while his friends were out gallivanting around town chasing the local high school girls, the least she could do was visit him and try to cheer him up. And difficult as it would be to do, she was bound to apologize sooner or later for the terrible wrong she had done him. She should have taken care of that already.
Resolutely, Jill got into her car and started the engine. She made a U-turn at the corner and drove back out to the edge of town to the now almost deserted school campus. Her heart was beating wildly with a strangely aroused excitement when she parked in the lot in front of the dormitory and got out of the car.
Jill hardly even knew where to look for the boy. The Snack Shack would be closed this evening. And if he were in his dormitory room, it would hardly do to visit him there. Nor did she know what she would say to him when she did find him. She would hardly be able to blame him if he refused to accept her apology, and as she started up the sidewalk past the dorm she began almost to hope that she wouldn't find him. Then at least she could console herself with the knowledge that she had made a try. But even that line of thought did very little to quell the curiously building excitement, an excitement that seemed almost sexual and masochistic. One part of herself wanted to avoid the unpleasant and humiliating confrontation with the boy she had so wronged, but another part of her wanted to prostrate itself in supplication for forgiveness for her sin.
Jill glanced cautiously through the windows of the main recreation room when she reached the end of the dorm. The lights were on, but as best she could tell the room was empty. Then she continued on past the main class building and beneath the oaks to the gymnasium, thinking there might be a chance she would find him there.
The door was unlocked but from within the barn-like building, she heard not a sound. And it was almost impenetrably dark. Yet something seemed to beckon her, and she was almost breathless now as she recalled the lurid episode which was the first genuine exposure even to her own eyes of the lewd compulsion that had been nurtured in her without her own knowledge and then bloomed suddenly with such disastrous consequences.
Almost tiptoeing, the young nurse crept into the gymnasium and made her way onto the basketball court. Again the sound of her own footsteps echoed rudely in the stillness, increasing her apprehension. And as Jill stood there in the engulfing darkness of the gymnasium, she relived again the lurid episode of last week, once more experiencing the unwelcome sensation of lust that had prompted her indiscretion and the chilling horror and shame as she was caught by old Mr. Klaus. Her heart was still pounding wildly in her breast and she could hardly catch her breath as the replay of that terrible nightmare consumed her. Then she started, her hand flying to her mouth in fear and surprise, as she heard the sound beside her.
"Hello, Miss Marks."
She whirled, staring toward the shaft of light that marked the doorway at the small shadowy figure there. "Bobby?"
"I was watching out the dormitory window," the little boy said.
Trembling, Jill tried to speak. But she didn't know what to say and for a moment she thought she had lost voice. She felt vulnerable and naked, as if she had been caught again in the same wrong-doing. During the moments before the youngster had interrupted her terrible reverie, she had so vividly relived that horrible episode from last week that his sudden appearance was almost as much a shock as old Mr. Klaus's intrusion had been that afternoon.
"Is there a way to turn the light on?" she stammered finally in a quaking voice.
The youngster moved out of the thin line of light and for a moment she completely lost sight of his figure in the darkness. Then he clicked on a small lamp over the counter, which served as a concession stand when the gymnasium was in use, casting a dim glow over this small corner of the spacious and still gloomy interior. Jill stared silently at the little boy, an almost feverish pleading in her eyes. A faint smile crossed his lips. "You look nice this evening, Miss Marks," he said.
Something in the boy's tone took her aback. It was so completely remote from what she would have expected of him, a casual, everyday remark. Her eyes flicked down to her own body, almost as if to verify that the statement could be sincere. And she was surprised at the heaving of her fully voluptuous breasts, straining sensuously against the red blouse she wore above her miniskirt that temptingly revealed the white smoothness of her thighs.
"I ... felt I had to talk to you, Bobby," she said, her voice still quivering. "I have to make you understand somehow...." The words faded out and she stared at him in perplexed silence.
"Yes, Miss Marks."
Jill glanced desperately around the dimly lit cavern of the gymnasium. At last her eyes fell upon the bench, the same one she had sat on that fateful afternoon as she watched Bobby lifting weights.
"Can ... can we sit down?"
The young boy nodded, still watching her with a surprising lack of hostility. After another short silence they both walked, as if by mutual consent, over to the bench. The young boy let Jill take a seat first, glancing out of the corner of his eye as she pulled the miniskirt down over the sensuously exposed whiteness of her thighs. Then he took his own place perhaps two feet away from her down the bench.
Jill shifted uncomfortably, still feeling completely vulnerable, as the youth waited for her to say what was on her mind. Her eyes roved eagerly from his face down to his small muscular chest, vividly defined by his tight-fitting white T-shirt.
"I don't know how to begin, Bobby," Jill said slowly. "I did something very terrible, I know. I don't even know how I did it, because it's not like me to he like that." She paused, biting her lips, feeling a constricting tightness rise in her throat. "Oh, I just don't know how it happened."
The teen-ager shrugged. He had the strangest way of looking at her. It was almost sullen, yet not quite. It was the same impenetrable gaze he'd cast on her in Mr. Meyer's office after the superintendent had announced the punishment for his alleged misdeed. And Jill would have preferred almost any other conceivable reaction. Hostility or anger she could have responded to, but this dull stare and the seething violence she sensed from behind the expressionless eyes melted her and made her feel more helpless and vulnerable than she ever had in her life.
"I don't know how I can ever make it up to you," Jill said.
"I ... I guess I should go to Mr. Meyers and tell him the truth. I almost wish he were here now and we could both tell him. But it would be so hard for me to do that, Bobby. You understand, it would be so hard."
The boy shrugged. "I guess so."
"Oh Bobby, it would look ... it would look as if I had grabbed you, as if I had been trying to cover up for something ... something even more than what I did do." She paused again and, staring at him in desperation, said, "And that must have seemed so ... so terrible too. The way I was looking at you, and then I don't know what happened, Bobby. Your muscles just looked so nice and I wanted to touch them."
The teen-ager grinned, his own eyes again dropping from her face to the ripely luscious swells of her breasts in a way that made her nervous and caused the disquieting flurry of excitement to rekindle in her loins.
"And I've ruined your weekend, this weekend and three more ... You have a girl friend in town, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Charna, isn't that her name."
"Yes ma'am."
Jill managed a weak smile, "She's older than you, isn't she, Bobby? By a couple of years?"
The boy nodded. "Yeah, but those freshman girls aren't really with it. I like the ones who have been around."
Jill blushed at the mild implication she garnered in spite of the casualness of the remark. She'd seen the young, full-breasted blonde from public school that Bobby dated. And somehow now the thought of this freshman going all the way, screwing another woman, caused a fluttering of jealousy to rise in Jill's breast. She felt a strange kinship with him now. She almost imagined she was under his power, because he at least must have an inkling of the truth about her.
Jill knew it was completely irrational for her to think like that, but she couldn't help it. There was, for better or worse, a bond between them, perpetrated by the wrong she had done the boy, cemented by the fact that he had stoically and unprotestingly born it.
Jill flicked her tongue out of her mouth to moisten her voluptuous lips in a gesture that was unintentionally suggestive. "You would probably be with her now, wouldn't you."
"Yeah. Her parents were going to be out of town tonight, and we would have had the house to ourselves."
Jill blushed again at the even more vivid implication. But she couldn't stop herself from imagining the two beautiful youngsters together alone in a whole house, and the lewdly titillating visions that came to mind only served to further stimulate the strange and compelling excitement that swelled through her loins.
"Oh Bobby, if there were just a way I could make you understand." The school nurse managed another nervous smile as she gazed pleadingly at the young boy. "I've spoiled everything, I know. I've spoiled everything and you'll never forgive me."
The little boy shrugged again. "I understand, Miss Marks. I can see how you'd think what you were doing would look bad to Mr. Klaus, and you just said what was natural. If it had been me that grabbed you, I might have said the same thing."
The even lewder and more exciting suggestion in that statement caused a new thrill of yearning to flutter through Jill's tingling breasts. In it was the unmistakable implication that it had been she who had grabbed him, that she had really grabbed him. And she had to admit that she had been on the verge of it. She'd never in her life been stimulated in exactly that manner. On a purely physical level she had experienced a quality of passion elevated and apart from the gross and vulgar animalism she usually associated with sex. And even in the way she had touched him, that quality was manifest. She had not really grabbed him, mauled him, had not groped at his flesh. She had touched it lightly, with all the reverence one might touch a great work of art. And the boy's body was really that, a true work of art.
"I forgive you, Miss Marks," Bobby said suddenly, interrupting her confused thoughts.
Jill looked back at him almost with surprise. Accompanying the unwelcome tingling sensations that darted through her softly moistening loins was a sudden bursting warmth and gratitude, an affection that went beyond passion, assuming almost the level of worship. A soft whimper rose spontaneously in her throat as she gazed at him with beaming eyes that almost filled with tears. Then she couldn't help herself. She had to touch him again.
Bobby grinned openly as the school nurse reached towards him, wrapping her arms around the rippling muscles of his shoulders and pulling him over to her voluptuously inviting body. It began as a hug, the kind of hug a woman might give her own child. It began out of the purest motives. Jill wanted to express in the most primitive and perfect fashion her appreciation, her deeply felt gratitude, for his generosity. She hugged his young face snugly up against the softly swelling mounds of her breasts, making further whimpering sounds in her throat as she nuzzled her chin and cheek into his curly hair, pulling and holding him even more tightly to her and smothering softly tender kisses into his hair and over his forehead and down to his eyebrows. She twisted her body about on the hard wood bench, sliding her softly rounded buttocks along the rough surface toward him. To ease the strain on her lower back she lifted one of her teasingly exposed thighs and straddled the bench to face the youth. Her fingers worked thoughtlessly over the rippling muscles of his back and she squirmed up against his chest, feeling tingles of lewdly inspired sensation course from the rigidly swelling points of her nipples with their friction against the sheer, netted fabric of her brassiere. A little flame of passion was kindled far up inside her loins and the searing heat of arousal began to fan out through every fiber of her body.
Then abruptly an electric volt shot through her and she almost cried out in alarm at Bobby's shocking response. His hands moved suddenly up her flanks and slipped between their bodies to caress and massage the full swollen mounds of her breasts. He shifted the direction of his face and his lips came wetly over hers, his tongue darting hungrily between her parted teeth, his breath flowing hotly into her mouth.
Jill's body stiffened from the sudden surge of excitement and the paralyzing shock that for a moment left her immobilized, completely unable to resist as Bobby's hands massaged down into the vibrantly resisting flesh of her breasts and his tongue continued to swipe searingly into her mouth. He kissed her so hard that her lips were almost bruised against her teeth. Then the soft eager rubbing of her hands on the taut muscles of his back ceased, and for a moment she even stopped her breathing. At last, with a sudden hissing sound in her throat, she jerked her lips back from the boy's mouth, her hands moving from his shoulders around to his chest to push him firmly away from her.
"Why, you impudent little...! " she gasped in shock and horror. "How dare you...? " she began in an almost hysterically shrill voice. Then she broke off as the boy's eyes met hers with that same emotionless gaze. It was the precise cold and emotionless expression she'd seen on his face in Superintendent Meyer's office after she had confirmed the original lie to save her own skin and abandoned the youngster to the unjust punishment.
Jill was suddenly shockingly aware of the pressure of the edge of the bench up between the inner softness of her thighs from her straddling position over it. Her body was tingling all over with little shocks of desire and her breath came in heavily strained gasps that caused her breasts to rise and fall in a heaving motion against the constricting cups of her brassiere. It was just like the time before when Mr. Klaus had come. Again she had been caught. Her lust had revealed itself. And she had responded by trying to place the blame on someone else.
"I didn't mean that Bobby," Jill sobbed in desperation. "I didn't mean it. Please, I'm sorry."
She leaned toward the young student again, now tenderly moving her hand up to caress his cheeks, pulling his face slowly toward hers. A voice in the back of her mind tried to tell her that what she was doing was insane. She heard it but she didn't listen. Her breasts were almost bursting with the love and gratitude that welled up in them, and she kissed him again on the lips, parting her lips to suck his tongue eagerly into her own mouth. Her body trembled with feverish excitement as once more she crushed the firmly moulded mounds of her breasts to his chest, as once more she was made shockingly aware of the pressure of the bench edge up against the softly pulsing flesh between her thighs. Then she reached down and took one of his wrists, lifting his hand back up to the straining swells of her breasts, little mewls of pleasure issuing from her throat as he caressed from the outside of her brassiere cups.
Jill gave out with a muffled gasp as she felt the teen-ager's hand slip into the neck of her blouse. He deftly loosened a button to gain access to the lust-swollen upper portions of her breasts, then worked his fingers in a searing trail down the vibrantly pulsing flesh and into one of the cups to find electrifying contact with her tingling little nipple.
Jill continued to respond with unrestrained passion to his kiss even as she tried to shake her head in a gesture of protest. Then a little shiver passed through her body as she felt his fingers lightly pinch the rigidly swollen flesh of the nipple. With a strained gasp she parted her lips from the boy's, rubbing her cheek tenderly against his face, her tongue flicking out to stroke over the sensitive lobe of his ear.
"No, please Bobby. Don't do that. Just let me kiss you and hold you," she purred into his ear in response to the maddening stroking of his finger on the sensuously throbbing little bud. But he paid her no heed. His own lips trailed hungrily over the sensitive flesh of her neck and down toward her shoulder, and his hands flicked open two more of the buttons of her blouse, to give him greater access to the soft white flesh of her feminine torso. Then an even deeper moan rose in her throat as she felt him pull one of the brassiere cups completely away from the softly pulsing breast, completely exposing the firmly up-thrust mound of flesh and the tiny hardened nipple.
"No, Bobby, please don't," she whispered. Then another mewl of wanton passion rose spontaneously in her throat as she felt the boy's lips move lower and his tongue suddenly slurped right over the hard little nipple-bud to cause her whole voluptuous body to jerk in a spasm of delight.
"Oh no. No, Bobby," she gasped. But even as she voiced the protest, Jill arched her shoulders back, thrusting the lustfully exposed mound of her breast even more eagerly into the young teen-ager's wetly sucking lips.
She sobbed in helpless submission before the wanton onslaught of rising passion as Bobby continued to suck fervently at the tingling little nipple, his other hand sliding up inside her blouse from the back to deftly undo the snap of her brassiere.
Then suddenly her body stiffened again as she felt his fingers stroking softly down over her stomach, down beneath the waist of her skirt to slip inside the tight elastic waistband of her panties and brush teasingly through the softly curling hair of her cunt. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting with all her strength against the suddenly unchecked sensations that began to surge even more wantonly through her loins. But the soft stimulation of his tongue and teeth flicking maddeningly at the swollen sensitivity of her nipple and the even more depraved sensation of his hand stroking down through the sparsely curling strands of pubic hair, brought forth even more desperate cries of submission to her lips. She knew if she let him go any further there would be no way either one of them could stop.
"Oh Bobby, Bobby, we have got to stop," she whimpered, squirming her body in feeble resistance to the student's efforts to work his hand lower.
He nestled his head hungrily up against the swelling softness of her breast, his hand pulling at the other brassiere cup to completely expose both of the lushly swelling mounds. He burrowed his head eagerly into the softly forbidden valley between them, his tongue darting with tantalizing shocks over her sensitively pulsing flesh.
"But Miss Marks, please! I've been waiting all week to go see my girl friend, and I'm so hot I can't hardly stand it."
"No, we've got to stop, we've got to stop," she muttered in an incessant and barely intelligible jumble.
"Here, Miss Marks, here," he whispered into her ear. "Feel me, Miss Marks, feel how hard it is."
Jill shivered with an even more wanton chill of excitement at that obscene suggestion. Her body was about to explode into a thousand little electric sparks of unquenched lust. Her loins were on fire and every inch of her desire tortured flesh cried out in lewd surrender to the passion that raged out of control in her beyond all her efforts at restraint. Her fingers fidgeted nervously, then at last they moved cautiously to the young boy's levi-clad thigh. They started to inch slowly upward, then stopped, trembling as she fought the lewd compulsion with all her failing will.
"Oh please, Miss Marks! I wouldn't even be stuck here now if it weren't for you."
With a final sob of remorse and surrender Jill moved her hand suddenly up the boy's thigh, brushing across the fly of his levis to bring her fingers into shocking contact with the throbbing hardness of his penis tenting up inside his trousers. Her hand pressed firmly down against the resilient shaft and began to stroke rhythmically up and down on the outside of the trousers.
For a moment the boy seemed to quiver against her, paralyzed with his own raging need. Then an even more wildly impassioned moan burst from Jill's lips as his hand suddenly worked further down into her panties to find lust-inspiring contact with her tingling little clitoris.
"Oh no! Oh, Bobby, no!" the tormented young nurse whimpered, her buttocks beginning to undulate back and forth along the bench. Little mewls of pleasure issued spontaneously from her as his fingers started brushing up and down over the sensitive little bud and flicked shockingly down into the dilating slit of her cunt to part the blood-swollen cuntal lips and spread the moisture that had begun to seep freely out.
"Oh Bobby! Bobby!" She purred in delirium, hugging his face to the warmly heaving mounds of her breasts, squirming them up against his beardless young face as she felt his fingers begin to stroke even deeper into her pulsating cuntal flesh. She knew she'd already let herself go too near the point of no return. The flourishing warmth swelling in her body for more and more of the obscenely stimulating sensation was beginning to overwhelm her. She'd never been so aroused in her life. Not even the act of intercourse itself had ever brought her to such a state, to such a brilliant promise of ecstasy. But she had to stop it somehow. She just had to.
Jill managed for the brief instant required to rally all the last stray remnants of moral fiber she possessed. She didn't even know how she did it herself, but with a strained cry of protest she tore herself away from the teen-age boy and somehow jerked his hand up out of her panties and from the waist of her miniskirt.
Gasping for breath, she slid back several feet from him on the gymnasium bench, looking at him in shock and dismay, then letting her eyes descend to the lewdly exposed sight of her own voluptuous body.
She was a picture of shame and disarray. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned down the front. Her brassiere had been unsnapped and the cups pulled up so they rested loosely above her firmly proportioned breasts. The snap and zipper of her miniskirt had been undone so that it hung parted almost to her thigh to reveal her thin bikini panties and, through them, the soft white flesh of her buttocks. The nakedly exposed nipples stood up from her breasts in tingling rigidity and shone with the saliva from Bobby's mouth where he had kissed and licked and sucked them until she thought she was going to go out of her mind.
Then she looked back at the young boy. He stared at her with feverish eyes, his face crimson with his own wildly aroused desire. The bulging erection of his cock swelled the crotch of his levis and the lewdly erected tent in his trousers only served to remind Jill how much beyond the limits of sanity they had ventured.
"We've gone too far to stop now, Miss Marks," the freshman said in a voice that was almost grim. Something in his tone was even more shocking to Jill then the sight of her own obscene state of half-undress. There seemed to be something too cold, too demanding, almost threatening, in the way he said that, and for a moment Jill was almost afraid of him.
"Please, Miss Marks, look at me, I'm about to go crazy."
Jill almost smiled in spite of the frustration that racked her own body. But she was relieved now. Again he seemed like the same innocent youngster to whom she had felt bonded by the shared knowledge of her own warped lust. And there was wisdom in what he'd said before: they had gone too far. She couldn't leave him like this. All this was as much her fault as his, and she had taken the youngster far beyond the point where she had a right to stop him. And she wanted it as bad as he did, she had to admit it.
But she still knew that if she yielded completely to her desires right now she would never have any redemption from the compulsion that was unleashed. She would bear her own self-denial no matter how maddeningly frustrating that might be. But she could hardly condemn young Bobby Norton to do the same.
Jill cast her eyes back down to the bulging erection at his crotch and spoke softly with a quivering voice. "Maybe you'd better lock the door."
"There's not anybody going to come now, Miss Marks. There's not anybody here but us."
"All right," Jill said almost in a whisper. "I'm going to do something for you, Bobby. I know I can't leave you like this. Just please promise me you'll never tell anyone. Afterwards we'll both try to forget it happened."
"Oh, I promise, Miss Marks. I promise I won't ever tell."
"Then give me your handkerchief."
Bobby looked at the school nurse strangely for a moment, then reached into his back pocket and took out a crumpled white handkerchief. He handed it to her and as he watched with shock and surprise, Jill reached with trembling fingers down to the crotch of his trousers and unzipped his fly. Feeling the youth's hips squirm excitedly beneath her touch, she worked her hand inside the fly of the levis and tugged his jockey shorts slowly down off the madly throbbing rigidity of his cock.
Jill hissed with lascivious hunger as it jerked free with a sudden lewd springing motion, looming full and proud in pulsing erection out of his fly. A little quiver of passion darted through her own body as she entwined her fingers lightly around the hotly pulsing resilience of the fleshy shaft and with a little downward motion tugged the foreskin back to better expose the blood-engorged head. There was a small drop of seminal fluid that had seeped from the glans at the tip and glistened invitingly there as Jill began to draw the skin up and down on the throbbing shaft in a sensuously rhythmic motion. She continued to slowly caress the little boy's hard young cock for several moments before he finally spoke.
"But Miss Marks, I want...."
"I know what you want, Bobby," the young nurse purred through her strained and hastened breath. "And I want it too. But I can't. I am not like that, Bobby. But I know I can't leave you like this either. So just sit still and let me help you this way, and then I'll go."
For a moment longer the boy scowled in silent protest. Then as Jill quickened the lewdly shocking motion of her hand up and down on the pulsating shaft of his cock, the frown faded from his face. She heard his breath begin to come in even hoarser gasps and he started to squirm his hips wantonly in excited response to the obscene teasings of her hand up and down on the pulsating shaft of his cock, the frown faded from his face. She heard his breath begin to come in even hoarser gasps and he started to squirm his hips wantonly in excited response to the obscene teasings of her hand working up and down on his youthful cock. Her own body still trembled with the rampaging desires that continued to course from her loins out through her belly to the tingling tips of her breasts, and her breath was coming in an equally strained panting as she further hastened the movements of her hand on the shaft of his jerking penis that seemed to swell even larger with each successive stroke.
Then with her other hand she reached up and unbuttoned his trousers above the top of the zipper to open his fly and better expose his thinly-haired young loins to her view. As she continued her obscene masturbation of his thickly swelling young cock, she gazed through watering eyes down at the sparsely curling hair of his pubis and the little wrinkled sac of his balls that she could just glimpse between his thighs. His penis twitched in her hand as if with its own tensely aroused longing and the blood-filled head looked as if it could burst any minute and send the fragrant young sperm shooting up wildly into the air.
But this wasn't enough. Though Jill was determined to deny herself the utmost satisfaction her body now so desperately cried out for, she wanted to do more than this for the young student. There was something almost degrading in it. In his own now maddeningly excited lust, he was defenseless. He was the receiver, she still too much the aggressor. And she was still plagued by the horrible wrong she had done him. She felt almost the need to worship him now, to subjugate herself for his pleasure, and shocking as the prospect was, she knew only one way to really do that.
Slowly Jill decreased the swift up and down motions of her hand until the strokes became only a slow and tedious inching along the hotly throbbing shaft of his cock. Another little bubble of seminal fluid appeared to shine invitingly at the glans at the tip, and she watched it hungrily, unable to quell the even more lewdly shocking thought that had entered her mind. She had never felt this way in her life, but she wanted to do this for him so badly now she couldn't stop herself. At last Jill completely ceased the motions of her hands, looking up through narrowed eyes at the boy's excited face. Her tongue flicked teasingly from her mouth to moisten her soft full lips, and she spoke in a breathless and quivering voice. "Bobby, I'm going to suck you off. Do you want me to? Do you want to cum in my mouth instead of the handkerchief?"
The youth gulped, swallowing hard, nodding his head vigorously up and down though only disbelief registered in his eyes.
Slowly Jill leaned her face down toward his nakedly exposed loins, bending the thickly swelling resilience backwards until it was pointed straight up toward her moistened lips. She paused again, her face poised very low over his trembling loins as she resumed the gentle skinning up and down the shaft of his eagerly twitching cock. Her lips were a bare inch from the tip and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her breath to blow teasingly over the wetly glistening little slit in the end to prompt a further excited jerking of the little boy's hips.
"Oh yes, Miss Marks!" he gasped. "Please suck it. I can't wait any longer."
Now Bobby's blunt words obscenely thrilled her, and her tongue flicked gingerly from the glistening moisture of her lips, the saliva-wetted tip of it coming into titillating contact with the throbbing blood-filled head of his cock. She circled it slowly about the smooth rubber-like flesh as she heard Bobby moan and felt his hips twitch in response to the lustfully exciting sensation. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the glans at the end and darted wetly into it, flicking up the little drop of seminal fluid that hung there. The tangy taste only further stimulated her and her hand slipped eagerly down to the base of the rigidly pulsing shaft as her lips parted to take just the throbbing tip of it into her mouth. Her lingers played teasingly through the dark curls of pubic hair and lovingly caressed the tightly stretched sac that held the teen-ager's sperm-filled balls as her tongue flicked down over the smoothly straining shaft. She planted moist kisses around the jerking tip and traced an obscene path down the length of the base so that her nose brushed right into the thin strands of curly hair. As he squirmed beneath her she continued to play and tease him, flicking her tongue lightly, breathing softly over the sensitively pulsing shaft, yet refusing to really suck it, to give him the wanton satisfaction his lust now so urgently demanded. Then suddenly, with a deep groan in his throat, the young student reached his hands down into her long blonde hair and tugged her face in closer to him as he drove his loins up eagerly.
Jill gave out with a muffled moan as the full length of the boy's lust-inflamed hardness came shoving up into her yielding mouth, the massively throbbing head plunging down the full length to embed itself in the back of her throat as Bobby squirmed his loins even harder up into her face. She took a lewdly masochistic pleasure in the boy's sudden aggressive act and surrendered her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating head of Ms penis crush into the voluptuous tenderness and warmth of her mouth. She closed her eyes, basking in a strange sea of joy and submission, the fleshy young penis almost choking her.
With a wanton moan Jill closed her lips tightly down over the moistened base of his cock as she began to work her head in a lewd bobbing movement up and down over his loins, swishing her tongue in wild tantalizing movements around the sensitively pulsing head.
"Let's twist around so we face each other, Miss Marks," the little boy said in a gusty voice.
"Yes, yes," Jill murmured without even removing her lips from the massively throbbing flesh that plunged eagerly up between them. She continued sucking the freshman as he lifted one of his own legs and crossed it over the gymnasium bench to straddle it so that he could he comfortably forward, with her face directly between his thighs. Her naked breast crushed down on the hardwood, causing a renewed, titillating friction on her nipples as she lustfully squirmed her exposed torso, and the position served to make it easier for the muscular youth to lunge the throbbing rigidity of his cock even deeper into her willing mouth as he began to course his hands hungrily over the sensitively naked flesh of her back.
Now that she'd shed the last of her inhibitions, Jill concentrated all her efforts on sucking young Bobby's cock. With even deeper and more salacious murmurs swelling in her throat, she resumed the frenziedly up and down bobbing of her head, her lips stretched tightly by the blood-engorged rod of flesh that plunged up into the warm moist cavern of her mouth, her tongue still darting in wildly teasing sweeps around the pulsating head. She sucked with ravenous hunger for the sweet tasting semen she knew most already be beginning to well up in the youngster's hotly throbbing testicles, swiping her tongue in soft licking movements down the resiliently pulsing shaft, muffled mewls of passion issuing from her throat out around the base.
"Oh wow, Miss Marks, that feels so good!" she heard the boy gasp as she began to suck with an even more wanton fervor over his jerking loins and he began to fuck lewdly in and out of her roundly ovaled lips.
Louder mewls of lust-incited submission spewed from her lips around the base of the throbbing cock as Bobby's hips began to bounce and jerk on the bench. She felt his hands touch the softly trembling flesh of her shoulders and move down her back in a tender caress that convinced her that he was truly forgiving her for the wrong she had done him. The gratitude that welled in her breast only caused her to further intensify her eager sucking of the lust-inflamed hardness surging hotly into her gratefully yielding mouth.
Then her own body began to bounce and twist with an even greater passion as she felt the boy's hands drop beneath her arms to caress her sensuously swelling breasts, his fingers tweaking teasingly over the softly throbbing buds of her nipples. She sobbed in abandon, her own half-naked body coming savagely to life as she felt the youngster's knees stiffen against her breast his hips began to twitch and quiver from the life-giving sperm that surged hotly in his testicles.
"Uh-oh. Miss Marks. I think I'm going to cum," Bobby gasped.
Jill resisted in protest as she felt the youngster's strong hands suddenly pushing up on her breasts, trying to lift her face from his lustfully excited loins. Then with a superhuman effort the boy shoved her up, his surging cock springing from her lips as he lifted her almost to an upright sitting position.
"I can't help it, Miss Marks. I can't hold it any longer."
"That's all right, Bobby," she purred. "That's all right. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to," Jill sobbed in protest as he stared back at her in awe, still holding her away from his loins. Then at last he dropped his hands from her naked flesh and she plunged her lips back down between his thighs to greedily seize the hard throbbing rigidity of his penis and suck it again to her mouth as he thrust it up even more violently between her lips.
An instant later the first droplet of the fresh-tasting young sperm shot in a thin, viscous stream far into the back of her throat. Jill gulped it down, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed rapidly to keep from choking. Bobby groaned, his hands kneading at the trembling nakedness of her breast, his buttocks jerking up even more furiously as the school nurse clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around his madly throbbing hardness, twirling her tongue in great circles over the twitching head to suck it completely dry, not wanting to loose a single precious droplet of the vital semen.
Then at last the boy's hips sank down against the gymnasium bench and Jill felt his knees trembling against her breast as she continued her wantonly hungry sucking until she had swallowed every last droplet of his lewdly shooting cum and licked clean the glistening saliva-coated shaft of his cock. She felt his spent penis begin to deflate, then just as it was about to slip from her lips another eager twitching began and it started to surge with rejuvenated lust back into her mouth. She sobbed in soft protest as she felt Bobby's hands pushing up on the softly yielding swells of her breasts.
Once more he lifted her up to a seated position on the bench, then shoved her gently down until she was reclining in total surrender on her back, her thighs already spread in wide invitation from her straddled position on the hardwood bench. She closed her eyes, basking in a lustful delirium as she felt his hands working her miniskirt up to completely expose the whiteness of her thighs and the thinly transparent panties that covered the softly inviting mound of her cunt. Little mewls of pleasure poured from her lips as she felt the boy's hands stroke up the tautly straining inner tendon of her thigh. Then his finger flicked with sudden titillating effect inside the tight leg band of her panties pulling it aside and brushing teasingly up through the softly curling strands of pubic hair that lined the pulsing pussy-slit. A low wail rose in her throat at the first stunning shock of his finger right up on the rigidly throbbing little bud of her clitoris.
As her hips lunged up in an eagerly gyrating motion, Jill was aware that Bobby was trying with his other hand to tug his levis down. Then her buttocks shivered in an involuntarily spasmic response as his middle finger slipped wetly up into her moistly sensitive cunt. She opened her eyes, staring up crazily as she felt the distant sensations begin far up in her belly, coursing up through every inch of her flesh in a wantonly arousing torrent of bliss.
She couldn't help herself. The masochistic excitement of sucking the young teenager until he came, of swallowing every drop of his life-giving cum, had stimulated her passion beyond control and now it consumed her. Just the feel of his hand up between her thighs in the softly quivering flesh of her cunt and the tingling little bud of her clitoris was enough. As an ear-piercing scream suddenly burst from her lips and echoed rudely back to her from the reaches of the gymnasium, the power of her orgasm flooded wantonly up in her loins. She lifted up her hands to run her fingers eagerly through her hair, further arching the nakedly quivering mounds of her breasts as she twisted and writhed her exposed torso and lunged her hips in a furiously fucking motion. The youngster seemed to sense what was happening to her and instinctively knew how to fulfill her needs as his fingers began to fuck swiftly in and out of the lust-moistened flesh of her hungrily-begging cunt, the shocking strokes increasing in intensity to the waves of orgasm flowing through her body.
Jill closed her eyes, languishing in a sea of ecstasy as the little tremors coursed up and down from her loins through the softly trembling flesh of her body. The racking spasms consumed her, continuing until she thought they would never end. Then at last she opened her eyes, again staring in delirium down at her lustfully writhing nakedness, then looking up toward the dark ceiling of the gymnasium. At last her gaze shifted to the tiers of the bleachers, and for a fleeting instant she had the craziest fantasy that they were not empty, but filled with a madly cheering crowd.
A sob rose in Jill's throat as she realized how far beyond the boundaries of sanity she had gone in her actions today. Then she looked back at the youngster, who watched her with renewed passion. And she knew suddenly that it was the inevitable to which she had yielded. As insane and terrible as her submission to her warped lusts had been, she now took a strange comfort in the fact that she could not have helped herself. Sooner or later it would have had to happen anyway. But she knew she couldn't take anymore now. Her desire had temporarily been satiated by the sudden unexpected orgasm that had welled up beyond control through every lust-maddened fiber of her body and somehow she had to have some time now to come to grips with herself.
"I want to fuck you, Miss Marks," the teenaged student said.
Jill managed a feeble smile as she shook her head lightly from side to side. "No Bobby, I can't take anymore now." She paused. "I'll come back tomorrow evening at the same time. You can fuck me then."
CHAPTER FIVE
Bobby Norton and his friend Jimmy paid for their Cokes at the cashier and made their way to the last unoccupied table at the rear of the crowded Snack Shack.
"Well, how did your hot date go this weekend, Champ?" asked Bobby. "You didn't loose your virginity by any chance, did you?"
Jimmy blushed slightly then shook his head. "She let me feel her tits, but that's as far as I could get." He looked up grimly. "And you know that just makes it worse, I'm hornier now that I've ever been, and I still don't think I'll ever get laid."
Bobby grinned. "Next week."
"Next week, what?"
"You'll get laid next week, I think." Bobby said with a broad smile.
Jimmy stared at him curiously for a moment then looked down again. "I wouldn't count on it, it's taken me three months to get into her bra, and I wouldn't be surprised if it takes even longer with her panties. But I guess you know how it feels, sitting out here with nothing to do. Boy, that Nurse Marks! She sure got you in a mess!"
"How would you like to have her for that first piece of ass?" Bobby asked.
Jimmy stared at him in awe. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I wasn't exactly alone last night," Bobby said smugly. "Miss Marks came by to apologize for having gotten me into trouble, and just to prove how sorry she was she sucked my cock."
"Holy shit! Are you kidding, man?"
"She came here to the school?"
"Right in the gymnasium. Jimmy, it was the craziest thing I ever saw in my life. She just couldn't stop herself. And she sucked me off till I came in her mouth."
"In her mouth! I don't believe it."
Bobby sipped his Coke, grinning. "She wanted to, man. I even played like I was going to stop her but she said she wanted me to cum in her mouth. She wanted me to, and she swallowed my cum and everything!"
"And you fucked her too?"
"No," Bobby admitted. "But she's coming back tonight, and I'm sure going to fuck her then. And you know what else? You are going to be watching, with your camera."
Jimmy looked at his friend thoughtfully for a moment. He took off his glasses and scratched his eyes. Then an understanding grin burst over his face. "Do you think we can get away with it?"
"Sure we can get away with it. We'll do it in the auditorium, right behind the stage. And you'll be upstairs taking the pictures. Monday I'll drop them by the clinic, and then I'm sure the school nurse will be only too happy to help you out with your problem."
"Oh boy! I don't know if I can wait." Jimmy said excitedly. Then he looked up shrewdly. "You're not kidding me are you?"
"Cross my heart," said Bobby.
Then the two boys were interrupted by Bo Baldwin, the only other freshman besides Bobby to have played on the championship varsity team this year, who lumbered up and sat down at the table.
"Tell you the rest of it later," Bobby said under his breath.
"How are things?" Bo asked.
The two youngsters shrugged. Then a thoughtful look came over Jimmy's face as he eyed the big hulking lad, who was known around the campus primarily for his less than considerable intellect, and for having the biggest cock of any boy in school. Bo also had a reputation for honesty and Jimmy knew for a fact that the happy-go-lucky clod was just as much in need of deflowering as himself.
"I got an idea," said Jimmy. "Why don't we tell Bo?"
"Huh?" Bo asked looking back and forth from the two boys. "Why don't we really do it all the way?" said Jimmy. "The pictures won't lie, but we might as well get another witness just to make sure we've really got her."
"I think you've got something there," said Bobby. "We can really turn her on. Hell, we can turn her on to the whole school if we feel like it."
"What are you fellas talking about?" asked Bo still shifting his gaze curiously back from one of them to the other.
"We're talking about Miss Marks, the school nurse," said Jimmy.
"She's coming over here to see me tonight and you and Jimmy are going to watch me fuck her behind the stage in the auditorium."
"No kidding? asked Bo. "Miss Marks is gonna let you fuck her?"
"She sucked his cock last night," Jimmy whispered.
"Boy!" Bo gasped. "I can't hardly wait to see that."
* * *
A little after dark Jimmy Miller consulted his watch, then nodded authoritatively at the hulking youngster seated beside him on his bunk. "O.K. we'd better get over there," Jimmy said, rising.
Bo Baldwin got up and followed the smaller boy out of the room and down the hall to the stairs. Jimmy clutched his camera cautiously to his chest as they passed through the swinging doors at the dormitory entrance and started down the walk toward the auditorium. "Just hope this isn't a snipe hunt," said Jimmy.
"Snipe hunt?" asked Bo.
"Yeah, I've terrible visions of the two of us sitting up there in that little staircase in the dark all night waiting for something that was never going to happen anyway. Damn that Bobby, I just can't believe that he was telling the truth when he said that Nurse Marks came over here and sucked him off last night."
"How are we gonna get in there anyway?" Bo asked as they reached the main class building.
"I have a key made from when I was assistant director to the one-act play last year. This is a good place to come and smoke pot after lunch."
"Pot?" Bo asked with disbelief.
"Yeah, pot," said Jimmy. They rounded the corner of the class building and crossed to the side entrance of the auditorium. Jimmy glanced cautiously about, then extracted a key ring from his pocket and fumbled through them until he had the right one. He let them in, then, feeling his way in the almost impenetrable darkness inside the auditorium, Jimmy led the bigger youngster back behind the stage and past the old couch, which had been used for the living room set of the junior play, and up the cramped little staircase at the end of the corridor. Now there was nothing to do but wait.
CHAPTER SIX
About thirty minutes passed before the two boys heard the side door to the auditorium open with a loud creak, followed by the sound of footsteps.
"Shhhh. There they come," Jimmy whispered, nudging the hulking youngster seated above him on the narrow staircase.
The two boys waited in tense silence, sweating from the stifling heat as they heard the sounds of the two people coming into the auditorium and making their ways along the little corridor that led backstage. Then they heard her voice.
"Bobby, wait just a minute, please. I have to explain something to you." It was the school nurse's voice.
Through the cracked doorway to the staircase they saw the lights behind the stage go on.
"Oh Bobby! Won't someone see us?"
"Nobody's gonna see us," Bobby said. "There's just one window back here and it's got a black curtain over it."
Down in the narrow little corridor, Jill gazed with a flushed face at the cute young boy. In spite of the vow she had made before she'd come here tonight, she felt an undeniable surge of excitement and want as her eyes roved hungrily over his small muscular figure. But she'd already resolved that she couldn't go through with the lewd act she had promised last night. As badly as she wanted the boy, she had to deny herself. She had to seize control of her depraved lust now, before it overcame her for evermore.
"See, here's this couch," Bobby said. "It's almost as good as a bed."
"Bobby, I've got to tell you something. Turn around and listen to me."
Jill took a deep breath, her eyes glossing over as she looked down pleadingly at him. She flicked her tongue softly out of her mouth to moisten her sensuously parted lips, her body trembling.
"Bobby. What happened yesterday, when I made love to you with my mouth ... that was an accident."
"Jesus," thought Jimmy Miller, straining his ears to hear her soft voice from his concealed position on the staircase. So Bobby hadn't been lying. The school nurse really had sucked his cock!
"I don't understand," said Bobby. "I thought you wanted to."
Jill bit her lip. A few hours ago she'd been so sure. She thought she had even worked it out in her mind how she could explain to the handsome youth why she couldn't let herself go any further. She'd thought she knew the words with which she could explain away yesterday's wanton exhibition as an accident. Yet now it didn't seem to make any sense, even to her. The whole line of thought was a jumble in her tortured mind.
"Of course I wanted to Bobby," she whispered. "Of course I did. And I guess I might as well admit ... I still want to make love to you. But don't you understand? What we're doing is wrong. It's wrong for me to feel the way I do. We've got to stop ourselves before it goes any further. You're an innocent young boy, Bobby. And I'm corrupting you." Jill's voice faded and she bit her lip to fight down the tears that almost welled in her eyes at the little boy's downcast look.
Bobby hung his head for a moment, then looked up brightly. "You're not corrupting me, Miss Marks. Honest!"
"Oh Bobby," she sighed. Then she set her lips grimly, shaking her head. "I'm going now Bobby. I have to. I just hope you won't be too angry with me."
Jill paused again as she saw the now familiar sullen look come back into Bobby's eyes. Once more she was reminded of her responsibility for the unjust punishment he was submitting to. And she realized that it must be terrible for him. It was almost like being in reform school.
"But I'm stuck here all by myself," Bobby said hanging his head again. Then gazing up at her again with a hound-dog look in his blue eyes. "I'm here by myself and my girl friend's probably got another date for next weekend. And you told me, Miss Marks. You coming here tonight is the only thing I've had to look forward to all day."
Jill retreated backwards as the boy stepped slowly toward her.
"I'm sorry Bobby, I'm so sorry for what I've done to you but ... "
"And I like you Miss Marks, I really like you, too. More than any of the girls here in town."
"Oh no, Bobby, please don't touch me now," she gasped suddenly with a loud sucking of her breath.
Up the stair case young Jimmy Miller could control his curiosity no longer. Turning in the darkness and making a gesture for silence with his finger against his lips, he stepped lightly down the stairs to peer out through the crack in the door into the corridor.
"No, please don't Bobby," the school nurse whimpered again as Jimmy saw his friend Bobby step closer to the shapely blonde, whose body was now pressed in retreat up against the wall at the far end of the corridor. Jimmy could see the crazed frenzy in Miss Marks' eyes as Bobby's hand moved up to caress the sensuously straining fullness of her breast. He heard the soft whimper rise in her throat as the youngster pressed his body to her, his hand eagerly crushing the up-thrust mound.
"Oh please don't, Bobby! Please don't do that to me!" Jill begged, looking down in a mingling of horror and excitement as the boy pressed his muscular body against hers, his hand moving away from her breast to her back and dropping to the firmly squirming ripeness of her buttocks as his loins drove hard against her softly inviting thighs. Then the youth bounced up onto his tiptoes, his mouth crushing eagerly against Jill's sensuously parted lips, his tongue flicking wetly into her mouth as she felt his hands drop lower on the firmness of her buttocks. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting with all her strength against the uncontrollable sensations that began to course suddenly out through her body. But the soft kneading of his fingers into the sensitive flesh around her trembling ass-cheeks and the pressure of his hard young penis that loomed rigidly up in his trousers to grind teasingly against the softness of her thighs brought soft moans of lust to her lips that could not be quieted.
Jill gasped, holding her breath as she felt the boy's fingers begin to work the material of her skirt up over her thighs. She made a feeble effort to tug away from him as the hem of the skirt raised completely off her buttocks. Then her body stiffened when his fingers darted eagerly into the top of the tight waist band of her panties and moved with lewdly searing deliberateness down the sensitive crack between her defensively clenching ass-cheeks.
"Oh no, Bobby! Don't touch me there." She sobbed in a straining voice as she felt his fingers move lower down the forbidden crack to stroke teasingly over the little clenching hole of her puckered anus. A shiver coursed the whole length of her body as the hand moved even lower to brush through the softly curling hair of her cunt from behind and find exciting contact with the moistening little pussy slit nestled up between her thighs.
Once more Jill made a feeble effort to push the brazen teenager away from her, and a little mewl of protest rose in her throat. But it was suddenly muffled as he kissed her again even more passionately on the voluptuous softness of her lips and began to snake his finger in a lewdly titillating motion up and down against her warmly pulsing cunt-lips. They were wet and slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated through her whole loins, and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building in her breast. The resolve that had been so steadfast when she'd first come here was fading beyond everything she could do to resist the wanton lust surging up nakedly in her body. She couldn't fight back. She was powerless to resist. She did not have the will to make herself struggle. Her vagina was already deliciously moistened and she felt her hips squirming suddenly in involuntary rhythm to the light teasing of his finger stroking up into the forbidden softness between her thighs.
Behind the partially opened stage door, Jimmy Miller's mouth gaped open wide as he watched the lewdly shocking assault his friend was inflicting on the school nurse. She wore a tight-fitting sweater that emphasized her full-swelling breasts and a skirt that would have come halfway to her knees, but now Bobby had tugged it up completely off the flaring ripeness of her buttocks. Jimmy had never seen anything so exciting in his life as he watched Miss Marks' squirming ass-cheeks clenching and twitching through the transparency of her panties as Bobby began a rapid finger-fucking up between her lushly trembling thighs. The skirt was bunched in a lewd bundle about her waist and now Bobby's pelvis was grinding up swiftly against the almost unprotected warmth of her loins as his hands stroked up faster between the softness of her ass-cheeks from behind and burrowed relentlessly up into the defenseless flesh of her vagina in front.
"Oh Bobby! Please turn me loose and let me go home," Jill purred helplessly before his desire-arousing attack.
"But Miss Marks! You promised! You promised you'd let me fuck you." The little boy blew his breath teasingly over the sensitive skin of her neck as he whispered the obscenely shocking words into her ear, his tongue flicking in a tantalizing trail over her softly heated flesh.
"I know I promised. I know I promised, but...." her voice trailed off as the finger stroking up between her thighs suddenly came into wantonly stimulating contact with the warm swollen bud of her clitoris. A violent shiver shook her squirming body and she had to hold her breath to keep from screaming from the titillating sensations swelling through her tortured loins.
"Oooh! Oooh!" she wailed suddenly, losing all control over the delirious passion that now consumed her from the frenzied tweaking of his finger over the sensitive little clitoris. In a sudden gesture her hands moved up to run her fingers eagerly through the young boy's hair and she turned his face up toward hers and covered his mouth with her own in an even more lustful kiss than he'd given her.
Jill parted her thighs wider, feeling his finger stroke deeper up into her moistly yielding pussy slit, and muffled little mewls of passion rose in her throat as she sucked the teenager's tongue deeply into her mouth and squirmed the voluptuous softness of her breasts up against his chest. She was beaten. All her resolve had left her.
"Oh Bobby," she gasped. "Bobby, you don't know what you're doing to me! You don't know what you're doing."
"I want to fuck you, Miss Marks. Please let me fuck you, I've wanted to ever since the first time I saw you, and when you use to come to the gymnasium to watch me lift weights I was so afraid I'd get a hard on in my gym shorts that I could hardly even concentrate on my weight lifting."
Jill almost wanted to scream from her excitement at the lewd things he was saying to her. Under other circumstances she would have found them shocking and insulting, but now they only furthered her helpless submission to the lust that overwhelmed her last defenses. She should have known she couldn't come here tonight and maintain her resolve not to go through with her promise to let him fuck her. She should have stayed away. Now she couldn't stop herself. She had passed the point of no return.
"Okay Bobby," Jill sobbed in final surrender. "But this is the last time I'm coming here. We absolutely can't go on after tonight."
From his vantage point behind the door to the staircase, Jimmy Miller lifted his camera as he watched the school nurse smile sultrily at the young boy, then in a slowly teasing motion peel the tight-fitting sweater up off her brassiere-clad breasts and the soft white flesh of her upper torso. The lighting was far from ideal for taking pictures but it was bright enough that Jimmy was confident he'd be able to get a clear enough image that is, an image that could be recognized and just in case the school nurse's face wasn't visible when Bobby actually started fucking her, Jimmy wanted to make sure and get a couple of good pictures that included the boy while her face was still visible as she was undressing.
Then Jimmy almost whistled out loud as he saw Miss Marks turn her profile to him, lifting her hand to her back, and with a deft flick of her finger undo her brassiere. With a sensuous motion she pushed the straps off the cream-white softness of her shoulders and shed the garment teasingly away from her lusciously up-thrust breasts, the nipples peaking to turgid rigidity at their sudden contact with the cool air.
She had the finest breasts Jimmy had ever seen in his life even in pictures. He never had seen a more perfect pair even in Playboy Magazine.
Squinting his eyes into the lens, Jimmy clicked the first picture, shooting past the school nurse's half-naked profile to include Bobby just as he was pulling his own T-shirt off. For good measure the couch was also in the picture and even at this distance Jimmy thought he had captured the lustfully delirious look in Miss Marks eyes as she watched Bobby peel the shirt off his muscular frame.
Jill's face was flushed and glowing, her nakedly exposed breasts heaving with her strained breathing as she reached down and unsnapped her skirt, then pulled the zipper slowly down the side of her widely flaring ass-cheeks. With a sensuous wriggling motion of her hips she drew the skirt slowly off the softly rounded flesh of her buttocks and shed it down the length of her long lithe thighs to fall in a heap on the floor.
Jimmy could feel Bo Baldwin's heavily strained breath on the back of his neck as the bigger boy clamored to get a look for himself. Now the school nurse, wearing nothing but her thinly revealing panties, waited beside the couch for Bobby to pull off his own levis. Then just as the young boy did so, shedding his jockey shorts in the same motion to suddenly expose the lust-inflamed hardness of his rigid young cock, Jimmy snapped the second picture.
Crazed by the wanton lust surging through her already moistened loins, Jill gasped as the teenager's penis loomed up suddenly in shocking exposure, the blood-engorged head palpitating, a little drop of seminal fluid glistening at the tiny slitted glans at the tip. It was like a dream she could hardly believe. It was really going to happen now, and in the delirium of her craving she remembered with an eerie fascination that last day she'd come to the gymnasium to watch the young student lifting weights and he'd let her feel his muscle. She'd gone home and masturbated, dreaming that it was not her own obscenely fucking finger but the youth's rigid cock that brought her to her lustfully shattering climax. And now the dream was coming true!
Then she moaned with an even greater desire as the naked boy stepped back to her, his hands moving around her nakedly exposed hips to slide once more inside the waistband of her panties and down the sensitively forbidden crack between her trembling ass-cheeks. She moaned as he stroked back through the moistened fringe of pubic hair and wormed his finger slowly up between the pulsating pussy lips. She made little wanton murmuring sounds in her throat as he snuggled his face up between the voluptuously revealed mounds of her breasts, his tongue flicking with electrically shocking contact over the ripened buds of her nipples as he began to slowly work the panties off the cleft cheeks of her buttocks and the tingling soft flesh of her thighs. With a lust-strained gasp Jill wrapped her arms around the youngster, tugging his face up even tighter into the deep valley between the softly rounded swells of her breasts, her hands stroking through his curling hair, her naked loins squirming as she felt the rigidly throbbing flesh of his cock prodding with stimulating effect up into the sensitive softness between her thighs.
"Oh yes," she purred. "Yes, Bobby, fuck me now. Fuck me now like I've never been fucked in my life."
Her body almost going limp, Jill sagged down onto the couch in a reclining position, pulling the young boy on top of her as, from behind the curtain, Jimmy Miller took his third photograph.
Jill reclined in an almost spread-eagled position on the couch. It was just a little too narrow for the both of them. But the arm rest served as a comfortable cushion for her head and by hanging her right leg off the side so her foot rested on the floor and lifting the left up over the back of the couch, she was able to make ample room for the eagerly squirming youth down between her thighs. Through blurring eyes she gazed up at him as he hovered over her, her hands stroking softly across the rippling muscles of his back as she felt the fleshy hardness of his naked young penis surge up against the full length of her quivering cuntal slit. The jerking cock-head rested throbbingly between her widespread pussy-lips, insinuating itself up and down in a maddening teasing motion that caused her to twitch her hips eagerly, her love-hungry cunt searching desperately for the blood-filled tip. She had to have it in her, right now! Her whole body was screaming for it.
Jill reached her hand down in panic between their hotly squirming bodies to grasp the full length of Bobby's rigidly flexing penis. Her fingers entwined tightly around it to stroke in a gentle up and down motion. She could feel its spasmodic throbbing against her palm, and as she flicked her fingers over the glans at the end she felt the warm sticky seminal fluid that seeped out in anticipation of the lewd ejaculation to come. Then she guided the pulsing head up into the softly quivering mouth of her cunt, not letting it loose contact with her flesh until it was poised in lustful threat right between the blonde-fringed pussy-lips. She held it there with one hand and moved her other quickly down the boy's muscular back to his nakedly clenching buttocks, pulling with all her strength to draw him up between her thighs and let his lust-inflamed hardness drown the gnawing passion that raged completely out of control through her desire-tortured loins.
Bobby jerked his hips eagerly forward, and Jill felt her softly pulsating cuntal lips stretching slowly open as the swollen cock-head shoved suddenly right up into her pussy. She emitted a low groan from her throat at the faint stab of pleasing pain as the moistened, curl-fringed lips yielded to let the head of it slip up inside.
"Ooooooh, ooooh yes," she moaned out suddenly, shaking her head from side to side, biting her lip in the agonizing frustration of having the blood-engorged penis penetrating just between the lust-tortured lips of her cunt, yet still not in her.
"Oh please, Bobby, fuck me, fuck me now," she wailed softly, tugging down even harder on the firmly muscled nakedness of his clenching ass-cheeks.
His own body quivering from the excitement of seeing the school nurse totally surrendered and at his mercy with her lust, Bobby shoved his own hips forward even more eagerly, feeling the warmly resisting softness give way and the flanged cuntal lips flowering open even further as his hotly pulsating rod of flesh wormed slowly up into the lust-heated depths of her cunt. Miss Mark's sensuously aroused body jerked and quivered, lunging wildly up to receive him. A deeper groan issued from her throat as her arms wrapped tightly around his back and he felt the aching shaft of his cock slip suddenly into the depths of her warmly pulsing cuntal flesh until his balls slapped softly into the crack between her buttocks. Her trembling legs jerked out on either side of her body, kicking up into the air as the sudden, shocking spasms coursed from her vagina through every fiber of her lust-crazed flesh.
"Oooh, Bobby! Oooh!" she moaned, her obscenely impaled body trembling with the ecstasy of finally having the innocent youth's cock all the way up inside her, of knowing now that at last she was doing her utmost to expiate her guilt for the terrible wrong she had done him. Little insane ripples of pleasure tingled through the softly quivering flesh of her loins, exuding outward to completely overwhelm her in a torrent of joy and lust as she heard the teenager groan above her and felt him flex his cock deep up inside her sensitive pussy flesh.
With frenzied jerks of the youngster's buttocks the lustfully palpitating head of his cock seemed to burrow deeper up into her loins, and again she snuggled his face down to her sensuously arched breasts, her own body beginning to writhe in lewd response as his tongue flicked wetly over the sensitive buds of her nipples and he began to squirm and jerk his hips, lunging the lust-inflamed hardness of his cock rhythmically in and out of her quivering cuntal flesh, prompting little involuntary contractions around the plunging shaft of his cock as she whimpered wildly through whitely bared teeth. Her hands again stroked eagerly through the boy's hair, soft and distant sounding cries exuding from her throat as she began undulating her buttocks up against him from the couch beneath.
"Oooohhh!" Jill gasped, holding her breath as Bobby stiffened above her, his hands exploring cautiously over the softly perspiring flesh of her naked body. Little mewling sounds continued to pour from her open mouth 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 throbbing shaft as he flexed and throbbed his blood-engorged cock-head deeper up into her heavily skewered cunt. He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure began to echo through the hush of the school auditorium, and the thought that his friends Jimmy and Bo were watching and listening to every lust-crazed whimper or cry that issued from her lips only further thrilled the youngster and intensified his excited young sensation of conquest.
Jill's head lolled from side to side on the armrest of the couch and her buttocks started a hungry little rolling motion about the impaling rod of flesh. Her body was really coming to life now, and the faint pain she'd experienced at the first shocking penetration had faded completely, giving way to a maddeningly electric excitement that began deep up inside her cunt and flowed relentlessly out through the raw nerve-ends of her naked flesh. It rippled through the softly clasping walls of her pussy and out over the blonde hair-lined lips, dancing across the milk-white softness of her thighs and up the full length of her widespread legs. The sensuously palpitating nipples of her breasts peaked into hard tiny buds that were even more sensitive to the continued lascivious lickings of the youth's tongue. Her whole desire-tortured body was obsessed and as she began to writhe and toss more savagely to the wanton sensations that consumed her, thinly glistening rivulets of perspiration rolled down the sides of the full pulsating mounds of her breasts and her face assumed an expression of sheer insanity from her wildly surging need.
Jill arched and rotated her hips in a frenzied motion from side to side around the fleshy impaling cock, her vagina dilating as Bobby began to fuck slowly up and down between her scissoring thighs. Soft purrs of wanton pleasure poured from her lips and she flexed the velvet-like inner muscles of her cunt to nibble hungrily at the inflated young cock-head driving in and out of them.
"Oh it's good, Bobby, it's good," she moaned softly into his ears. Then suddenly a more intense spasm shook her nakedly squirming body as the boy ground his pelvis down harder into the savagely responding flesh beneath him. She arched her loins up furiously against him to lift them both a few inches off the couch, moaning ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked her buttocks up and down in a frenzied rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the couch in wanton abandon. Then suddenly one of her hands moved up to grab Bobby's wrist and she tugged it quickly down to shove his hand beneath her lustfully jerking buttocks.
A shudder shook her body as she felt his fingers brush back through the sensitive crack between her squirming ass-cheeks, caressing lightly over the smooth wet lips of her cunt where the shaft of his cock now plunged relentlessly in and out, spreading the softly flowing moisture back up toward the throbbing little hole of her anus.
"Yes, Bobby, yes! Shove your finger in my ass! Shove your finger in my ass!"
Eagerly the youngster spread the moisture right around the puckered little hole, lubricating it slickly before he probed experimentally there with the tip of his middle finger. He heard an even deeper moan issue from the school nurse's throat as he pushed harder, feeling the resisting tightness give way as the finger began to slide slowly up inside.
Jill jumped forward, shivering in the upward tossing of her body that almost pitched the youth off the couch.
"Aaaagghhh!" she cried out from the sharp stab of pain.
Bobby hesitated, staring in awe down at her lust-contorted face as she gazed back up with her wantonly pleading eyes. He was hurting her too bad. He had gone too far, he thought, and he was just about to pull the finger out when with a sudden more agonized whimper she screwed her softly clenching buttocks back down on his finger to sink it even deeper into the tightly resisting flesh of her rectum.
"Yes, yes," Jill purred in masochistic bliss, relishing the stabbing pain of the finger up inside her sensitive rectal flesh. She was so hot she could hardly stand it and every bit of sensation her body could extract from the wanton submission was now welcome even the pain and humiliation of having him finger-fucking her up inside this tightly forbidden orifice.
Feeling his cock surge to an even greater and throbbing proportion from the raw excitement of jabbing his finger into the school nurse's anus, Bobby began to fuck more brutally into the softly pulsing flesh of her cunt. He wriggled his middle finger far up into the heated depths of her skewered rectum and through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, he could feel the underside of his cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Grunting in lust and triumph, the teenager began to skewer simultaneously in and out of both of the sensitively welcoming orifices of her loins in rhythmic motions that prompted even further moans and screams from her throat.
From behind the door to the staircase, Jimmy Miller and Bo Baldwin watched with shocked disbelief as their classmate fucked wildly up between the legs of the hungrily squirming school nurse. From their vantage point, her face was clearly visible and Jimmy knew it would be easily recognizable in the photos he was now snapping rapidly. Neither of the two boys had ever even seen two people fucking and the sight of Bobby doing it to Miss Marks thrilled them beyond their wildest dreams.
On the couch, Bobby could feel his cock growing and expanding inside the nurse's pussy until he felt as though it was going to burst forth in almost immediate ejaculation from the wanton pleasure building in his sperm-bloated testicles as they slapped heavily into the crevice of her buttocks below. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He had to make her cum soon, and he began to ram his lustfully aroused cock into her with even longer, harder strokes in time with the more vicious skewering of his finger up between her wildly squirming buttocks. Her thighs entwined around his hips, clenching tightly to draw him even deeper up into her willingly yielding loins as she made tiny gurgling sounds in her throat. "Oooohh fuck, fuck! Fuck me harder," she chanted, jackknifing her legs up higher so Bobby could gaze down under his own muscular body and watch the glistening shaft of his cock lunging obscenely in and out of the blonde, hair-fringed lips of her cunt that protested with clinging resistance on the out-stroke, then flowered open wider as he screwed back in.
Jill's face was contorted with passion, even wilder shudders coursing through her body, and Bobby was fucking into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs as he felt the soft moist flesh of her cunt 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 to ram the whole length of his rigidly pulsing hardness deep up into her hotly quivering pussy-flesh, bringing more wantonly ecstatic moans and screams from her lips to resound rudely through the school auditorium. Her nostrils flared and her eyes opened wide, gazing glassy-eyed up at him as the orgasmic waves began deep up in her belly and her lips bared back again over her teeth to issue even more insanely desperate sounds of pleading. Her arms had been wrapped tightly around his neck, her fingernails digging eagerly into the soft muscles of his back, but now they slithered down to claw frenziedly at his muscular buttocks as they clenched and jerked above her unprotected loins.
She wanted to cum so bad she could have screamed, and wetly smacking noises echoed through the auditorium to punctuate the moans issuing from her throat as she fucked savagely up beneath him. Then suddenly the movements of her body completely ceased. She lay motionless under him, but he could feel the tension surging through her soft voluptuous flesh as a low and distant-sounding wail, different from all her other cries, swelled out to shatter the fleeting instant of silence and suddenly she began to wave her buttocks in obscenely uncontrollable abandon from side to side and spiral her softly yielding cuntal flesh more crazily up and down on his plunging shaft.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Bobby, you little dear," she squealed with a high-pitched gasp, locking her ankles in a strong grip high up behind his laboring back. Her body arched and quivered as she clung tightly to him, jerking in a little spasming rhythm as the orgiastic secretions of her cunt flowed out freely around his still hotly plunging cock and dribbled down the wide-split crevice of her ass-cheeks to soak his tortured balls as they slapped against her tiny puckered anus.
Bobby watched the obscene contortions of her face with salacious triumph as he sensed that the orgasm was engulfing her. It gave him a lewd thrill to think of this woman who had gotten him into so much trouble now groveling in totally frenzied passion beneath him, and he lunged his buttocks as hard as he could, taking pleasure in the jolting thrust that racked her nakedly quivering body.
Then suddenly his own hips tensed. "Uh-oh," Bobby gasped.
"Oh yes, Bobby, yes, come with me," the school nurse cried out in still greater delirium.
The young teenager tried to hold himself back a little longer but there was no use. Her wanton submission had aroused him beyond the point of control, and he gasped into the moistness of her mouth as he felt the violent bursting beginning in his own loins, heard her even more insanely whimpering cries and felt her arms tightening hungrily about his neck, smothering wet kisses all over his face. Then with a deep, soul-shattering groan that went on and on from his lips, he exploded inside her, shooting his hotly squirting sperm deep up into the flaccidly quivering depths of her greedily spasming pussy walls. He kept on lunging, harder and harder, jolting her body and prompting a rhythmic stream of grunts from her lips as he fucked and ejaculated down into the enveloping softness between her thighs until the last drop of cum had drained reluctantly from his balls. Then at last he gasped and sagged down exhausted on her exhaustedly quivering body.
Jill closed her eyes, basking in a dream-world of ecstasy as she felt the youngster's body go limp, his chest collapsing heavily on the rounded mounds of her breasts. Little quivers still coursed through her loins and occasionally her buttocks made tiny jerking motions from her last remaining excitement.
Then at last she opened her eyes. Tears had filled them and she could feel the moisture flowing lightly down the sides of her cheeks. She knew she had done an even greater wrong tonight. Tonight she had wronged herself, for she feared she would never again be able to control the long suppressed urges that had finally overcome her.
"Bobby, that was wonderful, it was really wonderful."
"Thanks, Miss Marks."
"You're welcome, Bobby," Jill said softly, gently starting to push him off her. "Now I've got to go." she said. "And Bobby, I hope I've paid you back for that terrible thing I did. I hope you'll ... call it even, and somehow we can both forget this happened." She paused, looking at him tenderly, shaking her head gently. "We just can't go on, Bobby. I can't go on letting you do it to me."
Bobby nodded, grinning. "Yes ma'am."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bobby Norton and Bo Baldwin waited in the Snack Shack during lunch break while Jimmy went to the lab to develop the photographs. The lunch hour was almost over when Jimmy, laden down with the inevitable pile of books he carried, appeared at the door and made his way back to the table. Beneath the books he placed down on the table a brown manila envelope.
"How did they turn out?" asked Bobby.
"From a photographer's point of view they're the shits," said Jimmy. "The lighting is terrible." He paused, smiling. "But for our purposes I think they'll do fine. You don't look so great yourself, but Miss Marks is just out of sight on film with her panties off."
"Well, let's see 'em!" Bo said eagerly.
"Shhhhh," said Bobby. "We can't look at them here. You and I'll walk out and I'll give you a quick glimpse, then I'm going to cut class and drop by the clinic," he grinned. "I think I'll have a toothache."
Then a thoughtful frown creased the young boy's face as he glanced from the envelope up at the books stacked on top of it. Jimmy looked at his friend with mild alarm and reached down to shield the books. But he was too slow for Bobby, who quickly jerked the small green bound paperback out from beneath the American History volume.
"And what in the hell is this?" asked Bobby, looking curiously down at the paperback. "The Sensual Adolescent?"
Jimmy blushed and shrugged, "It's nothing. It's just a book."
"Yeah," Bobby sneered, thumbing quickly through the illustrated paperback. "It's a goddamned sex manual. No wonder you could never get a piece of ass on your own. You darned egg-head," Bobby said with a laugh that made Jimmy's face blush to an even brighter crimson as Bo glanced in confusion back and forth between the two boys. "You think you're gonna learn how to satisfy a woman like Miss Marks out of a book?"
"I don't think anything, Bobby. I was just reading up. It's pretty common knowledge that I don't know that much about women. I don't see why you want to rub it in."
"Well, I'd better check this thing out then, make sure what you're reading is the straight dope," said Bobby, starting to thumb through the book again.
"Hey, it's got pictures in it!" Bo exclaimed leaning across the table for a better look.
In a sneering voice Bobby read one of the chapter headings that had been marked in red ink. "Cunnilingus as Compensation for Premature Emission. Is that what you're reading?"
Jimmy glared back in silence for a moment. "Yes, as a matter-of-fact that is exactly what I was reading. Considering I about lost my wad in my trousers last night just watching you, I think I should have some alternative prepared. After all, the woman is a nurse, and I do want to satisfy her."
"Hey, what is that thing in that picture there?" Bo interjected.
"It's a cunt Bo, its a woman's cunt," Bobby said impatiently, turning to the wide-eyed youngster.
"A cunt?" Bo whispered, then as Bobby laughed at him the big boy continued defensively. "Well, I saw Miss Marks' cunt last night and it didn't look nothin' like that."
Bobby shook his head placing the book open on the table and turning it so the hulking youngster could have a better look. "I guess I should be giving a sex education course above and beyond getting you boys laid by the finest looking piece of ass you have ever seen. This, Bo, is a close-up of a cunt. You saw Miss Marks' cunt from a distance."
"But hers had hair all over it," said Bo.
Bobby nodded. "This one probably has hair all over it too, Bo, but not on the inside. This is a close-up. And as a matter-of-fact, that is hair you see right at the edge of the picture."
"Oh," said Bo, nodding meekly.
The bell rang just then, marking the end of the lunch period, and reluctantly Bobby closed the book and shoved it back across the table. "Well, you'd better get on with your homework, Casanova," he said to Jimmy. "And Bo and me'll sneak out for a quick look at these pictures; then I'll drop by Miss Marks' clinic and let her know about our little date for tonight." He paused. "One more thing, Bo. Don't tell anybody what we're doing. Some of the other boys are bound to hear the racket down there at the auditorium sooner or later anyway, and I'm sure there'll be enough extra boys horning in on the action before we finish. That suits me fine anyway after the way that bitch hung me up on this stinking campus for four weekends. But if the word starts spreading before we even get started we'll probably have Old Man Klaus and Superintendent Meyers at the head of the line."
"I've got another idea," said Jimmy. He paused as Bobby sighed, waiting. "Let's turn her onto some grass while we're at it. Whattaya say?"
Bobby thought for a minute. "That's not a bad idea. Can you get some?"
Jimmy grinned smugly. "I've already got it. I bought a lid from the local pusher here in the public school."
"You're not talking about marijuana?" asked Bo, shocked.
"Yes, Bo," Bobby said exasperatedly. "Come on, let's go have a look. I don't want to be late for the class I'm gonna cut."
"But Miss Marks won't smoke that with us," Bo protested rising.
"After she sees these pictures, Miss Marks will do anything I tell her to," Bobby said. "Christ, you big ass-hole! How do you think she's gonna take that foot-long cock of yours without something to ease her nerves?"
As the other two boys started out of the Snack Shack Jimmy Miller concealed the sex manual between his history book and the current issue of a photography magazine he'd borrowed from the library.
* * *
"Come in," Jill Marks said, looking up from her book as she heard the knock on the door of the clinic.
It opened and Bobby Norton stepped through, grinning brightly, his eyes descending eagerly from Jill's sultry face down the smoothly throbbing swells of her breasts. She .felt a sudden warm anticipation course through her body, only slightly tempered by the nervousness and guilt that had plagued her since last night's final submission to the teenager and to the long suppressed, forbidden cravings that had finally overcome her.
"Oh, Bobby," she gasped softly. "I don't think you should come here. I'm afraid we might arouse suspicion, and I told you anyway that we can't go on doing what we did last night."
Bobby shrugged, closing the door behind him and walking on into the room. Then Jill noticed the manila envelope he was carrying beneath his arm.
"Everything's all right," he said in total disregard of her alarm. "I told the teacher I had a toothache to get out of general math class."
With a feverish excitement that raged completely out of her control Jill let her eyes rove hungrily over the youngster's slender, muscular body. She'd thought of nothing or no one but him since last night. She'd vowed it would never happen again, that she would never let herself go like that, but already she found it impossible to quell the lewd surges of craving that seeped out through her loins. Last night's episode had done nothing but whet her appetite for the boy. But somehow, she had to stop herself. If this went any further, she knew it would be her damnation.
"All right, Bobby," said Jill with an almost cracking voice. " ... I'll give you some aspirin for your toothache, but I really don't want you to stay here. You've got to understand, Bobby. You've just got to! What happened last night and the night before last can't happen again."
Bobby shifted back and forth on his feet, his eyes again descending to the voluptuously swelling mounds of her breasts and dropping even lower down to the soft outline of her thighs beneath the thinly clinging material of her skirt. But now there was something in his gaze that almost made her want to shiver.
"I want to see you again, Miss Marks," the teenager said, looking her straight in the eyes. 'Tonight."
For a moment Jill found it impossible to speak. The mere thought that she could, at will, repeat her obscene performance with the youngster again tonight caused an even keener surge of excitement to swell against all her wishes up through the softly tingling mounds of her breasts. Now that the first barrier had been broken and she'd had a taste of the ecstasy of making love with the forbidden youngster, her desire had only increased. She wanted him more now, it seemed, than she ever had in her life, and it was with a faint-hearted rallying of courage that Jill shook her head.
"No, Bobby, I can't. That's final. So please go now."
"I promised a couple of the other boys, Jimmy and Bo Baldwin, that I'd bring you to the auditorium," Bobby said grinning.
Jill stared at him in shocked disbelief, a little gasp rising in her throat that caused the full mounds of her breasts to heave up even more prominently. Her face paled and her eyes widened, her tongue flicking out of her mouth to brush nervously over her voluptuous pink lips. But the shock of what he'd said was almost too great; it numbed her and for a moment the full implications of it eluded her almost blanked mind.
"And I sure don't wanna let them down, Miss Marks. Neither one of them have ever had a piece of ass before."
There was total silence save for the sound of Jill's heavily strained breathing. Again her tongue flicked nervously from her mouth to moisten her full sensual lips as she stared in lingering disbelief at the freshman boy. She must have heard wrong, she thought. She must have imagined this whole twist of their conversation. It just couldn't be true!
Jill had not the slightest comprehension how long the silence lasted as she sat there gasping for breath, staring in hurt and dismay and disbelief at the boy, his words echoing again and again shockingly in her mind. She felt dizzy, almost nauseous, and for a moment she thought she was going to collapse onto the desk. Then she shook her head, a lump swelling in her throat that made it even more difficult to speak.
"You told some of the other boys about us?"
"Just my friends," said Bobby.
"But Bobby. Bobby, don't you realize what you've done? Don't you realize it will be all over the school now? I'll be ruined. They'll even know I was lying about what happened that day at the gymnasium when I got you in trouble...."
Her voice trailed off slowly as she began to understand. And the hurt she felt at the realization was more deadening even than the original shock when Bobby had first let her know that he hadn't kept her secret. But what could she say? There was still no way to justify her own terrible actions, and she knew she had asked for all this. She deserved whatever fate befell her now.
"Just go, Bobby," she sobbed. "Just go away and leave me alone for a while."
The young student made no move to do her bidding. He remained where he was a moment longer, grinning and greedily eyeing the supple curves of her body. Then he took the manila envelope from under his arm, opened it and stepped closer to the desk. Jill could hardly believe the eight or nine large photographs he spread on the desk before her.
But they were easy enough to recognize. They had been taken last night in the auditorium! But Jill could hardly believe the lust-contorted expressions on her own face and the sight of her own naked body spread in lascivious surrender beneath the boy on the couch backstage. And the terrible sinking in her heart continued as she shifted her gaze slowly from one photograph to the next. Someone had been watching through the duration of the whole obscene episode. And the photographs told only too clearly what they had seen, rendering a perfect chronology of her own gradually building passion, the first depicting her naked from the waist down, watching the boy strip off his T-shirt, the last showing her writhing beneath him in the heights of her ecstatic orgasm, her legs locked high up around his back as he had fucked into her with all his lustful might. In between, the variously increasing levels of her lustful frenzy were lewdly revealed in the vivid photographs.
"Who took these?" Jill asked softly at last.
"My friend Jimmy Miller," Bobby said. "Him and Bo were watching from the staircase there at the end of the corridor."
Jill felt the tears well up at last to her eyes and begin to spill softly down her cheeks as she stared in horror at the incriminating pictures. "Why did you do this to me, Bobby? Why did you do it?" She looked up with pleading eyes but the boy said nothing. "I guess I understand," she continued finally, looking back down at the pictures. "What about the negatives?"
"Jimmy's got 'em, but he's determined to get his first piece of pussy before he lets you have them."
"All right," Jill nodded helplessly. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to come up to the auditorium about 9:30 tonight. Jimmy and Bo will be there with me. Jimmy's even bought himself a sex manual so he'll know what to do to really make you happy.
Jill looked back in silence at the grinning youngster for a moment, then shook her head. "What if I don't come?"
"If you don't come, I'll take the pictures to Superintendent Meyers."
"You wouldn't dare. You'd get in as much trouble as I would."
Jill found it difficult to even recognize the cynical gaze with which the young boy beheld her. There was something very manly in his expression now, that existed as something independent of his fourteen years. It reminded her of the face of a poker player who held a winning hand and knew it. It was an eternal look of triumph, of victor gloating over victim and it existed beyond the bounds of age or youth. Yet now it caused a different, even more poignant submissive craving to stir in her helplessly moistening loins.
"I think you'd get in more trouble than I would Miss Marks."
Jill knew he was right. It would still be she who had to bear the final blame and she had no doubt now that the teenage boy wouldn't hesitate to expose her if she didn't submit to his demands. After the wrong she had done him she couldn't blame him for holding a grudge.
"I think you want to come anyway, Miss Marks," Bobby said in a sincere tone. "I think you're going to like to have three of us take turns fucking you."
A part of Jill recoiled in shock at the lewd suggestion, but another part of her couldn't help but respond lustfully to the sordid visions that passed through her mind as she imagined what it would be like to be the helpless sex-thrill of not one but three eager young boys.
As she watched, still dazed by the shock and hurt that had been inflicted on her, Bobby reached down scooped up the photographs and stuffed them back into the envelope. "I'll see you tonight, Miss Marks," he said almost lightly as he started toward the door.
"Bobby," she gasped just as he was going out. He paused, looking back over his shoulder. "Bobby ... please be careful with those pictures," she pleaded in a trembling voice. "Please don't lose them or let anyone else see them."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jill had left the school an hour early that afternoon and on her way home she'd stopped by a supermarket and picked up a pint of gin. She was so nervous she could hardly stand it. A terrible struggle was going on in her consciousness. She had to figure a way to escape her horrible dilemma. And she had to convince herself that she really wanted to escape.
Now it was almost nine o'clock, and she sat in her kitchen slowly sipping the gin and tonic. She'd been at it since a little after six. She'd hardly been able to eat her supper and the alcohol was going straight to her head, making it even more difficult to grapple with her problem. But in the final analysis Jill knew that she had no choice. She was completely at the mercy of the freshman boys as long as they retained possession of the incriminating photographs. She had to do whatever they asked until she was able to get them.
Jill continued to sip her drink. In spite of the acute dread that filled her, she was also aware of a strange yearning that seemed to grow more powerful with each passing moment. Aided by the liberating effects of the alcohol, her imagination roamed freely through a sordid series of compelling visions as she dreamed of the shocking things the three youths might do to her when she finally got to the school auditorium. Her body tingled with unwanted desire, from the tips of the nipples of her breasts all the way down to her toes, as she remembered the sheer ecstasy of the two nights spent with Bobby Norton. And as those lust-inciting memories surged through her consciousness, she couldn't prevent her mind's daring play with the possible combinations that could be arranged when there were three of the eager teenagers taking her together!
It was almost 9:15 when Jill finished the drink she'd resolved would be her last and got up to prepare to go out. She had no idea what she should wear, but the choice seemed as if it would be a reflection of her own intended response to the obscene blackmail scheme she was being subjected to. If she dressed to please, it could be taken as acceptance, or even that she welcomed the youngsters' lewd scheme. But on the other hand, no amount of conservative dress could discourage them or protect her. She knew that well enough. And oddly, in spite of all the terrible insult and humiliation contained in what the boys were doing to her, Jill could not completely quell her own vanity instinct. She did not want to be unattractive to Bobby, or to his friends Jimmy and Bo, no matter how much she might wish to avoid the implication that she was going out of her way to actually invite the obscene subjugation.
At last Jill selected a flowered blouse that buttoned down the front and a miniskirt not quite as short and revealing as the one she'd worn the day she'd first gone to console Bobby at school and launched this whole lurid affair into full swing. She brushed her teeth and gargled with mouthwash to conceal the liquor on her breath, pinched some color in her cheeks and as an afterthought even dabbed a few drops of perfume onto her neck. Then, almost feverish with the mingled fear and want, she went out and got into the car and made the short drive over to the school.
* * *
Jill shivered from the slight chill of the night air as she parked her car and started across the campus toward the looming, dark form of the auditorium. Now she was filled with the dread that someone might see her and inquire as to why the school nurse was on campus and out of uniform at this time of night. Just the short drive across town had had a sobering effect on her and, denied the courage previously lent by the alcohol, she was beginning to fear she wouldn't be able to carry through with the boys' lewd demands even if she wanted to. In spite of the craving that continued to tingle in her loins, she was again shocked and insulted by the fact that they would treat her in this manner, that they would think that just because she had made love with one of them, she would willingly take on the whole gang.
The closer she drew to the auditorium the slower she walked, as it she felt the compulsion to prolong as much as possible the ordeal that awaited her. Then at last she found herself at the door around by the side where Bobby had let her in last night.
Jill took a deep breath, listening for some sound from inside. There was nothing, and the entire building looked dark and deserted. She seized the frantic hope that the boys had realized they had gone too far and had chickened out. But then she tested the doorknob and found that it turned easily.
Trembling with fear, Jill opened the door and stepped into the impenetrable darkness. She inched her way along the wall, the shuffling sounds of her feet on the floor seeming ominous in the portentous quiet. She thought she could hear the even, strained gusts of her own breathing as though amplified out of proportion. She had no idea of where the light was that Bobby had switched on last night, and now groping blindly in the darkness, her fear and despair almost completely overcame her. Never in her whole life had she felt so completely alone, so vulnerable and afraid.
Then suddenly Jill gasped as a light came on, beaming brightly, directly into her eyes so that it blinded her like a trapped night animal. Shivering, she cringed back against the wall, trying to shield her eyes against the glare.
"Hello, Miss Marks, we've been waiting for you."
Something in the tone of the boy's voice almost made the nurse's skin crawl. She wasn't even sure that it was Bobby. Now it had a strange, unearthly quality and she imagined for a moment that she was the victim of some surreal interrogation, or a trial in a nameless kangaroo court. She could not see the boys. Completely blinded by the light, she was hardly able to even locate the direction from which the voice had come. And there was something so undignified and helpless in her position now that she wanted to scream out in bitterness and hatred at them for putting her in such a situation. Then once again she felt a sinking sensation in her breasts as she recalled that it was her own wrongdoing that had brought her here.
"Bobby, Bobby, where are you?" she asked in a quivering voice.
Still trying futilely to shield her eyes from the glaring spotlight, Jill stared into the dark expanse of the auditorium. Then opposite the stage she saw what looked at this distance like a little glowing ember a cigarette. They were smoking, she thought with surprise. Then she sniffed and received an even greater shock. Because it wasn't tobacco! Jill was almost certain it was marijuana she smelled!
"Bobby, please take that light off me," she sobbed. "I can't see anything," she went on pleadingly, the sordid realization that the young teenagers were drugged only increasing her apprehension and sense of abject helplessness.
"There's a mattress on the stage," she heard Bobby say in a voice that still seemed hardly like his own. "Follow the beam up and take your clothes off. Jimmy and Bo want to get a really good look at you."
Jill was trembling, frozen in her cringing posture against the wall as the light beam played off her and moved slowly along the front aisle toward the stage.
"You're smoking marijuana," she croaked, still with disbelief.
"Yes, we have some for you too."
"But Bobby, you're an athlete."
"So what?"
Jill had been completely unprepared for all this. It was like a nightmare, and it so stunned her she felt as if she had completely lost her grip on reality. As if in a trance she crept away from the wall, following the beam of light as though hypnotized by it as it let her up the steps and onto the stage.
Then more lights came up around her, the footlights of the stage and one overhead, which dimmed the harsh glare of the spotlight sufficiently that she was able to see the rest of the auditorium. Bobby was sitting in the front row, puffing the twisted marijuana cigarette. Bo was beside him and Jimmy Miller, she realized, must be operating the lights. Resting in the vacant seat on Bobby's left was a stack of books she recognized as those belonging to Jimmy, on them the manila envelope containing the photographs and, she hoped, the negatives. On the floor behind her, as the boy had said, was an old, coverless mattress.
"Bobby what if they see the lights?" Jill stammered anxiously. "What if the other boys in the dorm see the lights and come over here to find out what's happening?"
"Then I guess you'll just have to fuck 'em so they'll keep their mouths shut," Bobby said with a shrug.
Jill recoiled at the vengeance in his tone, then she started as she heard another sound in the auditorium and in the darkness at the rear she saw a vague movement. In a moment she recognized the small figure of Jimmy Miller making his way down the aisle toward the stage. "Take your clothes off, Miss Marks," said Bobby. "Then you can have some grass."
"But I don't want any grass, Bobby," Jill sobbed in protest.
"That was Jimmy's idea," Bobby said. "He's got a book here and there was a section on ... What was that, Jimmy?"
"Relativity of Time to the Female Orgasm," said Jimmy.
Even in the darkness Jill could see the little bespectacled youngster blush. Then she looked back desperately at Bobby.
"But Bobby. I don't see how you can do this to me. After the time we have been together. How can you...? "
Take your clothes off, Miss Marks. I'm serious. If you want those negatives back, just do as you're told. Otherwise they will be all over this school by tomorrow morning, including Superintendent Meyer's office.
Jill knew that from the boy's attitude this afternoon she shouldn't have expected anything to be different tonight. He was determined to avenge the wrong she had done, and would be as cold and ruthless as he had to be. But in the back of her mind, she now thought, she must have clung to some illusion this afternoon that tonight might be another passionate and tender episode, like the other two times she and Bobby had made love. But now she realized even last night had been a hoax. Though Bobby had been affectionate enough, he must have already been scheming her lewd subjugation for tonight. Otherwise he wouldn't have had the two boys watching from behind the staircase door and Jimmy taking the incriminating photographs that now put her completely at their mercy. After a last moment's hesitation, she reached up with trembling fingers and began undoing her blouse.
Jill closed her own eyes, a feeling of resignation coming over her as she parted the blouse down the front of her voluptuous torso and shed it lightly off the soft whiteness of her shoulders, hearing a grunt of exclamation issue from one of the boys at the exposure of the lush ripeness of her brassiere-clad breasts. She knew there was no discouraging them from their lewd purpose.
And now she didn't even know if she wanted to. Her spirit had been broken by her betrayal by the young boy whom she had so much adored. Now nothing else seemed to matter very much, but she knew that after tonight there would be no going back to her old self. There could be no redemption. Once these drug-crazed youngsters had finished with her, she would never again be the same Jill Marks.
Jill stripped slowly, her body trembling with a masochistic excitement that raged beyond control through every fiber of her flesh. Her eyes were narrowed to mere slits, but she was psychically aware of the lustful gazes of the three young boys as she stripped the outer garments off to reveal the voluptuously inviting curves of her sensuous body. Now that she had begun, she did not even want to stop. It was as if an unknown force drove her, a demon called up from purgatory, who separated her flesh from her soul. She was only half aware as little Bobby Norton took the small plastic bag Jimmy Miller extended toward him and started up to the stage. A soft sob swelled to her lips beyond her own volition as she shed her brassiere to completely expose the up-thrust nakedness of her breasts, and with a sensuously wriggling motion of her hips peeled the thin transparent panties down the lithe softness of her cream-white thighs to completely reveal to the three eager youngsters the alluring triangle of her softly-haired cunt.
She'd lost all hope. She knew there was no escape from whatever they wanted to subject her to. Just in coming here she'd given them a small taste of power and she knew now that they would exploit it to the fullest extent above any objections she made.
Then, stark naked, the school nurse stood on the stage before the three leering boys. She lifted her face in a harsh light, a pleading look in her eyes as she watched Bobby ascend the steps to the stage. She could see the green flakes of marijuana in the transparent bag, and in his other hand was a cigarette that had been half emptied of its tobacco.
"No, Bobby. I'll do what you want. And they can have me too. But don't make me smoke that dope."
She knew that, in fact, it wouldn't hurt her to smoke just a little bit of marijuana. She'd even tried it once in nursing school and, strangely enough, it had been her reluctance to become an outright pothead as much as her unwillingness to sleep with just any man who took her out on a date that had made her somewhat of an outcast during her school years. But now, with the relaxation of laws and fading of the moral stigma attached to it, she wouldn't have minded trying marijuana under different circumstances. Physically it could be no worse than the alcohol she'd drunk before coming here, nor more psychologically harmful than the schizophrenic depression of her warped desires the last several months. But under these circumstances the drug only lent an extra unsavory quality to her helpless position. It had not been easy for her to come here tonight, nor had it been easy for her to stand on the stage and strip off all her clothes before the three gawking boys. To submit to the final humiliation of surrendering her abilities of rational perception was more than they should demand.
Jill watched in dismay as Bobby emptied a small amount of the finely cleaned grass from the envelope into the half-emptied cigarette then tapped it on his wrist to pack it and roll the end.
"Here, Miss Marks, smoke this."
"I won't do it," Jill said, reaching out to take the reefer with a trembling hand.
Then the teenager produced a box of matches from his pocket, struck one of them and held up a light for her. "Go ahead Miss Marks. You have to get up to our level of consciousness or we won't be able to achieve any real communication tonight."
Jill looked down numbly at the spiked cigarette she held in her hand. Then trembling, she lifted it to her lips as the young boy struck the match. He held the light up and she puffed to get the cigarette lit, then took a deep drag and coughed. Yet almost immediately she seemed to feel an effect. Perhaps it was the mixing of the cannabis with the alcohol she had already consumed; perhaps it was only the surreal circumstances surrounding the occasion, but this time it was completely different than before. Back during nursing school when she'd tried it, nothing had happened. Now everything was happening. The sensation swelling in her head was like nothing she'd ever experienced in her life.
Unable to stop herself, Jill smoked the cigarette down to the point that even she was able to distinguish the taste of the tobacco from the pungently sweet marijuana smoke. Then in a sudden angry gesture she threw the butt down onto the stage, looking up with disbelief at the boy standing before her. In a twinkling the whole world seemed to have turned upside down. She could hardly even believe that she was standing here on the stage of the auditorium, stark naked, the pungently smelling clouds of marijuana smoke still hanging in the air, as young Bobby Norton and his two sexually inexperienced friends waited greedily for the moment they would take and ravage her defenseless body. But by the same token, she couldn't imagine it being any other way. She tried to picture herself in another situation now and the vision would not materialize in her mind's eye. There was a quality of inevitability to it all now in her distorted outlook.
"Okay, Jimmy," Bobby said. "Come on. She's ready."
Jill's eyes opened wide. She gazed down with scarce belief at little Jimmy Miller, who rose slowly from his seat in the first row and started along the front aisle toward the steps leading up to the stage.
Jill was scarcely able to comprehend what was happening. The marijuana was doing something to her mind. The word "ready" hung there now ringing and echoing like a dinner bell. Through narrowed eyes she watched the little boy, who had the reputation for being the scholar of the school, take his glasses off and lay them carefully on the low coffee table that had once been part of a set for a different and less surreal performance here in the auditorium. Then blinking, the youngster looked back greedily at the softly naked curves of the school nurses' flesh. From below stage level she heard Bo Baldwin grunt with excitement and Bobby sniggered softly as little Jimmy stepped toward her.
My God, thought Jill. What's happening to me? I must be losing my mind completely to be here like this.
Then suddenly a wanton shudder shook her nakedly inviting flesh as the young boy's hands reached cautiously up to touch the two firmly vibrant mounds of her breasts, his palms caressing softly over the sensuously straining nipples, causing little drug-heightened chills to tingle over every inch of her suddenly goose-bumped skin. She stared down in shock as Jimmy's hands kneaded and massaged at the softly swelling mounds, his eyes wild with lust as he began to push her backward toward the mattress.
"Please, Miss Marks," Jimmy whispered under his breath. "Lie down on the mattress. I'm just as scared as you are."
Stunned, Jill submitted to the youngster's request. Her nakedly exposed body went almost limp as she dropped to her knees on the mattress, staring up at the boy with awe as he pushed her to a reclining position on her back. Her mind worked in strange ways now. She seized upon the word "scared" and it reverberated in her consciousness. And in her delirious state she took a strange consolation in it. She felt a bizarre kinship with Jimmy Miller as a result of what he had said. For a moment she almost forgot what it was he intended to do to her. Then as she reclined on her back in total spread-eagled surrender, Jill became suddenly shockingly cognizant of the youngster's lewd intentions as his hands touched her knees to part her naked thighs and expose to his eager young gaze the softly-haired lips of her openly splayed cunt.
Suddenly she froze in terror, wanting to fight back yet unable to move as the teenage boy's head dropped toward her defenseless loins. A muffled groan sprang to her throat and convulsive spasms jerked at her thighs and stomach as she felt his lips press lightly down against the soft flesh of her naked belly just above the thinly curling hair. She cringed from his touch. But the sudden moistening contact of his tongue on her warmly pulsing flesh sent an unwanted chill racing up the whole length of her spine. Then her body shivered as she felt his tongue tracing downward from her navel into the thinly curling blonde hair and his hands moved into the tender warmth up between her thighs to stroke through the little fringed curls and softly part the tingling lips of her pussy. She sobbed again in protest as Jimmy leaned his head lower. A shudder rippled through her naked flesh at the suddenly electrifying contact of his tongue with the sensitive pink bud of her clitoris.
Gasping and trembling with unwanted desire, Jill felt the freshman boy clamp his palms against the soft insides of her cream-white thighs and push them even wider open. She lifted her head, her eyes staring in abject terror down between her proudly upstanding breasts at the youngster's anxious face hovering over her nakedly helpless loins. Her wide-held vagina was presented up to the teenager's nervously leering eyes like a pagan sacrifice. The school nurse lay trembling beneath him on the mattress, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravagement he intended.
Then suddenly with a slow outward movement of his thumbs, Jimmy drew apart the swollen lips of her cunt to expose even better the soft inner flesh 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 orifice of her cunt.
Another soft sob rose to her lips and her body jerked in a sudden convulsive movement, her buttocks grinding down hard into the mattress beneath her to escape the maddening attack. Then with a soft sucking of his lips Jimmy drew the pulsating bud of her clitoris wetly into his mouth, nibbling at it with the tips of his teeth until she cried out with pleasure and another lewd spasm shook her body.
"Oooh, Oooh," Jill moaned, hardly able to believe the lust-inciting sensations that surged out so suddenly from the youngster's submissive cunt-licking. It was too obscene for words and she whimpered in lewd abandon beneath the depraved assault, her head still raised from the mattress to watch in horrified fascination as the young boy's face pressed even harder against her warmly quivering loins. Then as an even more stimulating sensation shot through her, she dropped her head helplessly back into the mattress, lunging her buttocks up in a spontaneous submission to the deliciously coursing current of excitement that surged out suddenly from his wanton sucking and licking as he began to feast in earnest on the defenseless flesh of her cunt.
In spite of her horror at the nightmare she had been thrust into, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to swell deep down in the young nurse's naked belly, and her firmly rounded breasts juggled sensuously on her writhing torso as her body began to respond to the lewd sensations that darted out from the lewd probing of his tongue up into her warmly quivering cuntal softness. Her sensitivity heightened by the alcohol she'd drunk and by the marijuana she had been forced to smoke, her body was betraying her even faster than it had the two previous nights with Bobby Norton.
Then suddenly an even more devastating shock spiraled up her spine as her loins jerked involuntarily upward and the lewdly flicking tongue burrowed to its full capacity into her quivering vaginal opening. She cried out softly and her buttocks began to twitch and squirm up from the bare mattress beneath her. She stared deliriously at the bright stage lights overhead, then gazed again down between the trembling mounds of her breasts at the youngster's bobbing face between her thighs.
"Oooh, oooh," she purred in lascivious delight as she began a rhythmic hunching motion of her loins up against Jimmy Miller's lewdly licking and sucking mouth. Little spasms of irresistible desire shot out over every tingling inch of her flesh as she shed her inhibitions and began to respond with wanton abandon to the lascivious assault on her loins. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Bobby Norton leering down at her from the edge of the stage. And from the first aisle she imagined she could hear Bo Baldwin's impatient panting. And the thought that it had not even really begun, that one after another the three young boys would take her until her body was limp and used and debased beyond her wildest dreams, only served to increase the obscene excitement that swept her reservations relentlessly away.
With a sudden cry of delight, Jill's hands shot down the length of her naked body to run eagerly into Jimmy's hair and pull his face even tighter up against her defenselessly quivering cunt. She sobbed out her lustful wants 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 savage abandon as little tremors of ecstasy coursed out from her lust tortured loins.
Then in an even more impulsive gesture, she dropped her hands from his hair down beneath his arms and in a desperate motion tried to pull him up over her body.
"All right," she sobbed. "All right! That's enough, Jimmy, that's enough. Fuck me now. Fuck me! Fuck me! I've got to have your cock in me."
Gasping for breath, the inexperienced teenager raised his head up. He licked his lips, looking at her with an excitement that matched her own. He couldn't believe those vulgar words spilling from the school nurse's lips. And the thought that he had inspired them thrilled him beyond belief. He really wanted to fuck her now. But he had to be sure it was time.
"Are you sure you're ready, Miss Marks? I want to please you and I don't want to start fucking you until you're ready. I read all about it in that book I have."
"I'm ready," Jill almost screamed. "I'm ready, I'm ready. I just want you to fuck me."
"All right," Jimmy said, swallowing hard and beginning eagerly to tear his clothes off.
Her body quivering from the lustful excitement that surged out of control from her tongue-ravished loins, Jill watched the boy strip himself completely naked, her hands reaching up to caress his shoulders and pull him urgently down between her wide-splayed thighs.
With a sudden quivering motion she lunged her whole naked body upwards, her arms wrapping around the youth's small, frail torso to pull him down tightly upon her, her lips kissing his mouth and her tongue swiping hungrily outward to taste the coppery juices of her own cunt that lingered on his tongue. She moved her hand swiftly down between their bodies to seek out the lust-inflamed hardness of his youthful cock and fit it up between her own hotly trembling thighs, the throbbing head burrowing through the soft fringe of blonde pubic hair and into the eagerly moistening lips of her cunt.
"Are you really a virgin, Jimmy?" she purred softly as she blew her breath warmly into his ears. "Is this really your first time?"
"Yes, ma'am," the boy gasped, twitching with excitement. "You're the first woman I'll ever have."
Jill almost came at that instant. The wanton licking and sucking of her cunt had driven her beyond the bounds of sanity. Her drug-fogged mind had responded to a heightened degree to the lascivious assault on her defenseless loins. And now the confirmation of the fact though she had already known it that this young boy was really a virgin, that this would be the first time he would ever experience the sensation of warm pussy lips caressing the throbbing hardness of his penis, drove her to a state of lustful frenzy that was beyond her own comprehension. Then she felt Jimmy shiver as he lunged suddenly and the slender shaft of rigid male flesh wormed with lewdly shocking effect right up into the wetly quivering warmth of her vagina.
A low wail rose in her throat and her hips trembled on the softness of the mattress as the young boy'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 virginal teenage penis.
Jill groaned, splaying her parted thighs wider apart to allow Jimmy even greater access as shudders darted through her body from the feel of his hands working eagerly over the voluptuously pulsating curves of her flesh and he began to lunge his cock in swiftly tantalizing motions in and out of her trembling vaginal softness. She cried out in feverish delight as she felt the hotly palpitating hardness begin to flex and quiver and throb far up into the enveloping pussy warmth. She bucked madly beneath him, the surging lust completely out of control in her naked body. Her unrestrained cries of passion echoed in resounding animal grunts back to her from the far reaches of the school auditorium and she flayed her head wildly from side to side on the mattress, her eyes mere slits as she strained for the climax she already felt building in her loins. Then she completely ceased the side-to-side movements of her head, an even more strained gasp bursting from her lips as her body stiffened and quivered and she stared wide-eyed at the sight of Bo Baldwin and Bobby Norton standing side by side at the edge of the stage, both completely naked.
"I'm going to cum, Miss Marks," the little boy above her grunted suddenly. "Damn it, damn it. I'm going to cum."
Jill's eyes were riveted for a moment longer on the lustfully provoking sight. A tremor of fear shot up from her loins as she stared at Bo Baldwin's massively throbbing erection. like the other two boys he was only fourteen years old, but not even in medical books had the astonished nurse ever seen a penis as big as his.
Then suddenly even that shocking sight was obliterated from her lust-crazed consciousness as she felt the distant tremors begin up inside her own loins. Young Jimmy Miller suddenly slammed his body into hers with a mighty thrust that caused her to cry out in shock and pain, and the wanton sensations that surged over her swept everything else aside in complete oblivion. A wail as eerie as the nightmare into which she'd been drawn reverberated through the auditorium as her thighs suddenly locked up high around the teenager's back, forming a straight sheath of her cunt as she felt the even greater twitching motions of his swiftly lunging penis and the warm fresh cum begin to spurt obscenely up into her own hotly spasming pussy-flesh.
Jill's own body suddenly uncoiled even more savagely beneath him. The frenzied arching of her hips almost bucked Jimmy off her as she felt the waves of ecstasy that seemed to begin in her toes and shoot in short, electric-like jolts up her long shapely legs and hungrily scissoring thighs, through the trembling flesh of her lust tortured pussy and straight up into the turgidly throbbing tips of her nipples. The shattering orgasm seemed to swell even beyond the bounds of her flesh, hovering like an aura over her head, a cornucopia of blissful delirium.
"She's cumming!" Jimmy blurted in total shock. "I did it, I did it! I'm making her blow her nuts!"
Then with a gasp, the teenager ceased his own restraints. He'd never felt anything in his life as good as those warm moist pussy walls clinging and squeezing frantically around the throbbing shaft of his cock, and if he'd had to hold off a minute longer he wouldn't have been able to make it.
Jimmy slammed down hard against the school nurse with an even more vicious stroke that racked her voluptuously quivering body and caused a grunt of pain to disrupt the orgasmic mewls that streamed from her lips as he felt the surging liquid of his sperm come spewing up in a hotly spurting torrent to shoot far up into the most secret depths of her seething pussy. The young boy felt a rush of energy come over him and he heightened the obscenely lunging motion of his body, driving his palpitating cock in a staccato rhythm in and out of her receptively quivering cuntal flesh until he'd spurted every drop and the naked head of his satiated cock tingled from the continued spasms and caresses of her warmly clinging inner tightness.
With a last gasp, Jimmy sagged his body lightly on the school nurse's trembling chest. Little shivers continued to spiral through her naked body, and he could feel the soft spasms continue, her cum-drenched cunt opening and closing in softly caressing convulsions around the deflating shaft of his cock.
Then Jill heard a loud clomping on the stage and looked with terror at the hulking sight of Bo Baldwin approaching her, his lustfully throbbing cock looming up in even more threatening proportions as he drew nearer.
She'd forgotten all about that in the frenzy of delirium as the orgasm had suddenly overtaken her. Now she remembered with a strange dismay that mingled with rejuvenated excitement, that Bo Baldwin's enormous shaft of flesh had, as much as little Jimmy Miller's own savage climax, been the thing that made her cum. The sweeping waves of her orgasm had begun the instant she'd seen the enormously threatening hardness, as if the subconscious workings of her mind had used the oblivion of sexual frenzy and orgasm to help her escape awareness of the even more merciless ravagement that still awaited her body in the form of this ox of a youngster. Yet in spite of her fear she felt an even more violent surging of desire as she contemplated once more the lustfully pulsing shaft of flesh that now loomed to cast a giant shadow over her face from the bright stage lights above.
"Come on Jimmy, hurry up," Bo gasped. "You've made her cum, now I just want to fuck her."
I must be out of my mind, Jill thought as she felt Jimmy slowly worm the now limber flesh of his deflated cock out of the still shivering warmth of her pussy. I didn't come here to do this, I didn't come here to do this. And yet they don't have to make me do it anymore. They don't have to make me, I want it as badly as they do!
She formed a feeble whimper of protest on her lips as Bo dropped down eagerly between her still open-spread thighs. He shuffled forward awkwardly on his knees, lowering his big muscular body onto hers. Jill shivered as she felt the bulbous head of his lust-engorged penis slide up the still warmly trembling softness of her inner thighs. She stared down between the quivering mounds of her breasts with lust-crazed delirium that swelled anew in spite of the shattering climax that had just swept through every inch of her helplessly yielding body. Then the boy's thick rod of flesh burrowed up to prove with suddenly titillating contact against the soft moist pussy flesh that still twitched and trembled from the orgasm that had echoed through her very flesh and soul. She shivered in terror as she felt the thickly bulging cock-head crease into her flanged cuntal lips. But she wanted it. In spite of everything, she wanted it. She had to have it in right now.
With a sudden lust-crazed cry of glee, Jill's hips shimmied upward, her hands dropping down to claw hungrily at the boy's nakedly Hexing buttocks as she plunged forward and the faintly resisting pussy walls gave way to take the mercilessly stretching shaft of flesh far up into the most sensitive depths of her cunt.
"Oh Goddamn, it's tight!" Bo grunted. "Goddamn, it's the tightest thing I've ever felt in my life!"
"It's not tight anymore, Bo," Bobby sniggered.
Jill gave out with a helpless groan as the thickly surging rod of flesh wormed far up between her thighs, and she quivered as she felt the young boy's pubic mound nudge softly down against her pulsing clitoris. Little mewling sounds flowed from her lips and she began to writhe her body softly, new twitches of joy shooting over her lustfully tingling nakedness as she felt the boy's hands slide beneath her trembling ass-cheeks to stroke tenderly up against the clinging lips of her pussy around the throbbing base of his cock. The school nurse seemed to hang on a crescendo of delirium for a timeless span as she felt the last shadows of her first orgasm pass and the first distant tremors of the next one begin somewhere in the mystical 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 into the flushing lust-crazed face of Bobby Norton, the boy who had been the beginning of it all, now standing right over her and Bo, gazing down longingly at their sensuously squirming bodies.
"Yes, Bobby, yes," she purred softly through her lust-swollen lips.
For a moment the youngster didn't understand, and Jill derived an even more stimulating thrill from the thoughts that, in spite of everything, he'd done and everything he was now subjecting her to, he still possessed a remnant of innocence and naivete that had so strongly attracted her.
"You can do it in my mouth," she gasped with a wantonly feeble smile.
Then again all became a jumble in her passion crazed mind as she felt Bo's body shudder above her and he began to lunge the massively swelling thickness of his cock with shockingly shattering strokes in and out of her open-splayed cuntal flesh, grunting in anger as Bobby dropped down on the mattress beside them.
"Hey, just a minute," growled Bo. "I ain't through yet!"
"That's all right champ, take your time," Bobby answered with a hoarse laugh.
"Yes, take your time, Bo," Jill echoed, twisting and squirming her hips in an even more lustful motion of response as she felt the boy momentarily hesitate in the obscenely driving lunges down into her flowering pussy.
"The school nurse just wants to take on both of us at once, Bo," Bobby said.
"Oh yes! Yes! Both of you fuck me at once," Jill purred as she watched young Bobby Norton bend his smaller but equally rigid cock-shaft down toward her willingly welcoming lips. Even as a more wanton moan of pleasure swelled in her throat from Bo's frenzied fucking up into her loins, she parted her lips and flicked her tongue out lewdly to swipe away the glistening drop of seminal fluid that appeared at the tiny glans of Bobby's blood-filled cock-head before her lips ovaled to take it into the warm soft cavern of her mouth.
As Bobby Norton rammed the full length of his own hungrily pulsating rod of flesh between the school nurse's welling and eager lips, Bo's massively throbbing cock swelled up even larger within the sensitively clinging depths of her loins, causing an even wilder quiver to dart through her body as it flexed and twitched and the boy grunted in continued confusion and protest over her. She heard the two of them mumbling obscene exclamations of excitement, chills shooting through the raw nerve-ends of her body at their lewd words and her own helpless submission. Her cream-white breasts heaved and quivered up against the youthful pressure of Bo's chest, the little hardened nipples pricking to an even more tingling firmness as Bobby shifted his position until he was lying completely crossways over her face while Bo still reclined on her body. As the two boys shared the wantonly yielding orifices of the school nurse's voluptuous body, one in her mouth and the other in her cunt, Jimmy Miller slipped back onto the stage and began shooting pictures.
Then Jill's nakedly fucking body stiffened to immobility as she heard the creaking sound of the side door opening, and she was vaguely aware of Jimmy Miller's footsteps rushing across the stage as he stepped down to intercept the intruders. She sensed from the motions of Bobby's body that he raised his head up to look also. But she could do nothing. Her own face was rudely imprisoned beneath his lewdly fucking loins as he shoved his cock eagerly back down into her lips. And Bo Baldwin could not have cared less who had just come into the school auditorium. An even wilder twitching of his cock far up inside her belly signaled that he was going to cum pretty soon, no matter what happened.
For a moment Jill was able to understand nothing of the short staccato burst of conversation she heard at the door. Then an even wilder shiver passed through her body as she finally caught a phrase:
"We saw the school nurse come in here," an unrecognized voice said. "Don't give me that shit." Then a second exclamation identified the voice for her as belonging to a sophomore named Phil York.
"O. K., " said Jimmy. "But be quiet, we don't want the whole school over here."
For a moment longer Jill languished in terror. Then she forgot everything again as she felt the heavily throbbing droplets of Bo Baldwin's cum begin to splatter hotly up into her quivering belly and Bobby suddenly stiffened and ceased his own movements in response to her even more urgent sucking. She lost control again and was suddenly gripped once more by the madly obliterating ecstasy of orgasm. She was cast once more into timelessness as she felt the waves start somewhere that seemed far away, yet within her, sweeping out in a relentless fury of obscenely shattering bliss to consume her in a wanton oblivion devoid of past, present or future.
* * *
After that it had all happened too fast. Jill remembered that as she'd lain in the quivering ecstasy of post orgasm the boys had argued below the stage. For a moment they had even left her completely alone and in her continued naked delirium she continued to writhe and moan and quiver as she waited. She didn't know all of what had happened next, but she could remember Bobby saying: "All right, you two can have her. But it you tell anybody what she did tonight, Bo and I will personally kick your asses until you can't even sit on a toilet."
Jill had responded like a slave to those stern words. The young boy who had intentionally humiliated and degraded her in vengeance for her own uncalculated wrong had now become her protector, and she had not felt she could refuse anything he wished of her.
As the three spent boys watched, the two newcomers stripped their clothes off and eagerly approached the mattress. Jill remembered that they had argued about who would be first, but she had no idea which had won the argument. Perhaps they had both taken her at once, but she didn't even know that for certain. The whole eerie episode had engulfed her, blending together in an indiscriminate montage of hard young cocks fucking into her mouth and her cunt, grunts and groans of passion mixing with catcalls of the onlookers, all swept together in the jumble of endless passion and climax.
Then sometime after the final submission of her spirit, the ravagement of her body had ended and filled with a schizophrenic mixing of guilt and joy, Jill had begun to get dressed. The boys' lust satiated, they seemed to have forgiven her for a moment, and as she sat alone on the mattress, putting on her brassiere and panties, Jill remembered almost with disbelief why she had come here. Then later after she'd finished dressing she descended the stage and called Bobby aside.
"The negatives Bobby? Will you give me the negatives now?"
Even before the teenager spoke Jill saw from the wry grin on his lips that her lewd gauntlet had just begun. "No. You can have the pictures tonight if you want. But the negatives don't leave Jimmy's hands until my four weekends of restriction are over.
It was said as if he were pronouncing a sentence, and Jill knew that in one way of looking at it that was exactly what he had done. But she didn't even protest. It would have been useless. Some way or another for the next three weeks she had to tread a fine line. She had to yield to any demands the young boys made upon her. And somehow she had to keep the secret from spreading beyond the five who already knew.
CHAPTER NINE
She should have known that was a secret a group of boys this age would not be able to keep. Beyond everything Jill had done during the last two and a half weeks, it had spread. Yet the consequences were not quite as bad as she would have expected. True, she had become a sex slave, and nearly half the boys in the school must by then know at least something of her lewd carrying on. But she had learned finally from experience that she didn't have to submit to all of them. She was able to limit herself to the ones she found in one manner or another attractive. The ones she refused might threaten her, but there really was nothing they could do. If she had told Superintendent Meyers, it would have ruined it for the other boys. And there was a certain inherent respect held for such tough youngsters as Bo Baldwin and Bobby Norton.
It was still the boys who held the pictures who retained final control over her Bobby and Jimmy. And she would have wanted it no other way, Jill thought as she gazed out the window of the clinic and watched little Jimmy making his way up the walk, ostensibly, as they had prearranged, for an eye test to determine if he needed to have his lenses altered.
Jill sighed softly, turned away from the window and went to the door to greet him. "Hello, Miss Marks," said Jimmy, bustling through, his normal load of books tucked under his arm. "Well," he said with a smile, looking appreciatively over the sensuous curves of her body. "Only four days to go."
"What?" Jill asked.
The young boy looked at her brightly. "Only four days until you get your negatives."
Jill laughed gaily, her voluptuous breasts juggling. "I don't even know now if I want them back."
"That's interesting," Jimmy said contemplatively taking off his glasses and putting them into their case. "I have something new I read in the book that I want to try."
"What?" Jill asked with another smile.
"I'll tell you later," said Jimmy.
"Then why don't you just show me instead," Jill said gustily, her eyes twinkling with wanton excitement at the prospect of yet another variation to the lewdly stimulating acts she was forced to commit, yet submitted to willingly nevertheless.
Jill walked slowly to the door of the clinic and latched it. She knew it was a flagrant tempting of fate to conduct her carryings on with the boys right her in the clinic during school hours. But even before this lurid affair had begun, she had been in the habit of keeping the door locked when she didn't want to be interrupted from something else she was doing. And in any event, nothing could be more dangerous than the alternative conducting her episodes in the auditorium.
Jimmy put his books down on the small couch in the reception room and Jill lead him to the back of the clinic to a small examination room complete with a padded table that served perfectly as a bed. Then smiling sultrily, she turned to face the young teenager, waiting to see what obscene proposal he would come up with today.
Jimmy was still a little bit nervous as he began taking off his own clothes without saying a word. Jill took this as a cue and began slowly unbuttoning her uniform. Her tongue flicked teasingly from her mouth to moisten her sensuously parted lips as she shed the uniform from her ripely luscious body, and reached up behind her back to unsnap her brassiere and reveal to the eager youngster the up-thrust fullness of her softly swollen breasts. Then slowly Jill slipped her fingers into the narrow elastic waistband at the top of her thinly clinging panties to draw them off the soft blonde curls of her cuntal hair, then down the length of her slender thighs. It was a ritual she now thought she could never tire of taking her clothes off to reveal her sensuously curved body to the always eager eyes of these teenage boys who had made her a slave to their every whim and sexual fantasy.
Then Jimmy peeled off his own jockey shorts and a spontaneous sigh rose in Jill's throat as his rigid young penis bobbed up to full erection. Together the two of them moved over to the examination table and Jill sat down on the edge of it awaiting the little boy's direction. He moved to stand in front of her, spreading her thighs to even better reveal to his hungry gaze the softly-haired lips of her pussy nested up between. He stood on his tiptoes to kiss her gently on the lips, then dropped back down to the flats of his feet, trailing his tongue with a delightfully chilling effect over the softly sensitive skin of her neck and down to her smoothly rounded shoulder. Even as the delicious little current of excitement began to course through her body, Jill could not stifle an inner laugh. Even little Jimmy's foreplay always followed the book formula. He didn't leave out a thing when he set himself to the task of preparing her for sex. It was a methodical and pragmatic approach he used, but it worked. For all his egg-headedness, Jimmy Miller had never failed yet to bring her to a shattering climax.
Jill moaned softly, her arms wrapping around the young boy's shoulders to draw his face up to the voluptuous valley between her quivering breasts, snuggling up against him as his tongue flicked over the tingling ripeness of one of her nipples to surge it to even more sensuously pulsing rigidity. She purred deeply, her body trembling and her torso beginning a slowly swaying movement as she felt his hands drop down over the soft smoothness of her naked flesh, caressing the smooth flat plain of her belly and moving down between her thighs to stroke right up into the hotly tingling moisture of her pussy.
Jill could hear the boy's own breathing become hoarser as his desire welled parallel to her own. She closed her eyes, basking in a sea of lustful anticipation, wondering what new variation on the old theme of fucking the teenager had in store for her today. Then with a soft sob she twisted around to recline on her back on the padded examination table, pulling the youngster down over her, smothering his lips with a moist lustful kiss and tugging his frail chest hungrily down against the vibrant softness of her breasts.
"What is it that you want to do, Jimmy? What do you want to do to me today?" the school nurse purred deliriously in the boy's ears as she felt the lust in her own loins flower out to start to consume her whole body in a torrent of passion. Then an even more distant wail issued from her lips as she felt Jimmy climb up on the table with her and begin to push on her nakedly yielding body to roll her over onto her belly. She resisted for a moment, then surrendered completely, letting her body go limp as he turned her over to a prone position on the padded table. As his lips kissed and nibbled at the tingling skin of her neck and shoulders, she was aware of the keenly arousing friction of the covering on the table against her soft swollen breasts as they were mashed down against it. Then Jimmy's hands slid down from the inviting white ripeness of her buttocks to the backs of her knees to push her legs up under her body and again she submitted without resistance as he urged her up to a kneeling position so that her buttocks were thrust high and invitingly into the air.
"Oh yes, I see now, Jimmy. You want to fuck me dog-fashion." She purred softly, waving her proffered ass-cheeks in ripe invitation as she felt him station himself on his knees behind her, using his legs to shove her own softly quivering thighs even wider apart and expose completely to his gaze the little inverted triangle of her softly-haired cunt and, just above it, the tiny puckered hole of her anus nestled temptingly between the ripeness of her buttocks.
Then her body jerked with a delicious spasm of desire as she felt his hands move up between her thighs from behind to part the little blonde curls of hair and drag his finger with electrically titillating effect up along the already moistening pussy-slit. Another shiver coursed through her as his finger brushed inadvertently over the little tingling bud of her clitoris, as he began to spread the already freely flowing moisture up and down the quivering cunt-lips.
As the youngster's body trembled against the softness of her inner thighs, Jill felt him spread the moisture back up to the top of her cuntal slit, his finger flicking suddenly over the tiny membrane of flesh to brush with a searing effect into the puckered opening of her anus.
She undulated her hips in soft response, little mewls of pleasure coursing out from her lips as she felt the boy lean forward, the warmly pulsing rigidity of his cock brushing up the back of her thighs to point threateningly up between her buttocks.
"Yes Jimmy, yes," she purred. "Fuck me like that, fuck me dog fashion."
"Dog fashion wasn't what I was talking about, Miss Marks," Jimmy said with a trembling voice.
Suddenly Jill's body stiffened as she felt the hotly stimulating pressure pushing against the little elastic anal ring. Her eyes opened wide and she stared straight ahead in shock and dismay as she realized with a tremor of fear, exactly what he was thinking about.
"I want to fuck you in the ass, Miss Marks," Jimmy said almost sternly.
For a moment Jill's shock froze her to immobility. Then an even more wanton wail emitted from her throat as the young teenager pushed forward and his middle finger began to worm searingly up into the tight little hole. She groaned, her body lurching forward in retreat from the sheer sensation as the finger sank relentlessly deeper into her warmly quivering anal tightness, causing her whole body to tense and tremble from the fiery stimulation.
"Aaaaaaggghhh! Uhhhhhgg!!! " Jill groaned and grunted as she felt the finger burrow in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and contract the little opening in resistance. It sank up into her vainly protesting anus to the first knuckle, then continued the piercing intrusion until it was embedded all the way up into the forbidden flesh of her rectum.
"No Jimmy, please no!" she sobbed in shock and desperation. "It's perverted. Don't do that. It's perverted!"
"It's not perverted, Miss Marks," Jimmy gasped, his own excitement making it almost impossible for him to talk. The mere thought of sticking his finger into the school nurse's anus thrilled the young boy beyond belief. "I read in this new book I have that it's only perverted when used as an outright replacement for genital sex. When it's used as a complement it's perfectly natural," he went on in his incongruously academic tone, wiggling the finger to stretch her inner rectal tightness and cause even greater shivers and spasms to shake her body.
"But it hurts, Jimmy. It will hurt me."
"No, Miss Marks, I promise I won't hurt you. I'll be very careful."
Was there no limit to these teenagers' depraved imaginations? Jill wondered. Was there nothing they wouldn't subject her to before her penance was served? But she knew she could not resist. She knew she could not escape his obscene demands. She was powerless now even to move, as she feared the slightest motion on her part would cause an even greater pain from the skewering finger up into the tiny opening between her widespread ass-cheeks. Then she almost screamed out loud as she felt the youngster begin to draw his finger out of the resisting tightness, which now seemed, in spite of the pain, to cling in protest so that the finger finally left with a slight lewd pop. And then she moaned even more desperately as the finger was replaced by the throbbing head of Jimmy's hard little penis.
"Oh Jimmy! Please, no!" she sobbed, grunting as her body lurched forward again from the even more wildly stimulating sensation as she felt the blood-filled cock-head lunge against the tightly resisting opening and begin to worm its way up inside. Her mind recoiled from the mere thought of this sordid act. It must be the most perverted thing a man and woman could possibly do with their bodies, and 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, flailing her long blonde hair from side to side in protest as the youngster's loins lunged down against her ripely up-thrust buttocks and the small shaft of flesh surged hungrily up into her cringing rectal depths until she felt his pubic hair tickle in between her ass-cheeks and the little sac that held his lust-inflamed testicles slap lightly down against the pulsing slit of her cunt and the tingling little bud of her clitoris.
She was kneeling in helpless submission on the examination table, her buttocks shoved obscenely up into the air, with Jimmy right behind her, his slender boyish cock looming up between her thighs to completely skewer her. She was hopelessly impaled now. She had taken his surging rod of young male flesh to the hilt in her most forbidden orifice.
Sobbing from her pain and humiliation, Jill dropped her face down to rest on her hands as she felt the teenager begin to move behind her, flexing and throbbing the lust-engorged hardness of his penis even deeper up inside her resisting rectal flesh, causing new stabs of shocking sensation to course outward through her fearfully trembling body.
But it was not as bad as she had expected. The pain was tempered by an even more vividly rippling sensation of masochistic pleasure. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering up between her thumb-spread ass-cheeks and she could feel the heated secretions flowing freely from the sensitively throbbing lips of her vagina to spill down the tender softness of her inner thighs. And her cries of agony and protest slowly evolved into mewls of passion and pleasure as the youngster began to squirm his buttocks around and fuck in a lewd undulating rhythm in and out of her widely stretched anal opening.
"God, it's tight, Miss Marks! It's so tight I can hardly even move!" Jimmy gasped, increasing the length of his strokes to prompt even louder cries to issue deliriously from the nurse's throat.
For a moment longer Jill's body remained limp in helpless submission, then slowly she began to squirm her own buttocks backward, twisting and rotating them around to even further increase the wantonly shocking stimulation of his throbbing rod of flesh screwing in and out of her now welcoming rectal warmth.
She felt Jimmy's hands drop away from her hips, move down beneath her body and then up between her thighs to brush eagerly through the moistened strands of the hairs of her cunt and find sudden exciting contact with the pulsing little bud of her clitoris. She shivered from the almost unbearable contrast of sensation. His desire-swollen cock now throbbing and flexing viciously into the helpless tightness of her anus still brought desperate cries of pain from her lips, but his finger stroking swiftly over the sensitive little clitoral bud caused wild spasms of delight to fire out swiftly through her quivering pussy-flesh. Her responses were hopelessly confused, and the state of delirium she was thrust defenselessly into only left her more receptive to the raw stimulation. She was moving to another plain 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 felt was important. And she'd never felt anything like this in her life!
Neither had Jimmy Miller. The thought of fucking the school nurse in the ass-hole was almost beyond his wildest dreams. But he was doing it him, little Jimmy, who so many of the boys had kidded for so long because he'd never had a 'piece', was sure getting a real 'piece' now! And if Jimmy had thought Miss Marks' pussy felt good that first night in the auditorium, he hadn't known anything then. Her ass-hole was at least ten times better. It was so tight he could hardly even work the enlarged shaft of his pulsing cock in and out. The tightly clasping walls were like an elastic sheath. They pressed down like rubber, as if they would crush his penis and squeeze the milky cum out of the shaft before it was even ready. Jimmy knew he wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer, and in spite of his promise to Miss Marks that he wouldn't hurt her, he was even losing control of the savagely racking lunges of his own buttocks. He was ramming his cock in and out of her with sheer brutal force, his loins searing into her ripely proffered buttocks with hard smacks that made loud smacking sounds. He knew he was hurting her; yet that only served to excite him to even further brutality, and he was beginning to think Miss Marks had been right: It was perverted! He was a pervert himself, a sadist.
"I'm sorry, Miss Marks!" Jimmy gasped in a desperately quivering voice, trying to hold himself back. "I am hurting you, aren't I?"
Then the boy's eyes bugged at the sight of the school nurse's lust-contorted face when she looked back over her shoulder at him.
"No," she wailed distantly. "No, Jimmy, go ahead and fuck me harder! I love it! Can't you tell I love it!"
Jill herself could hardly even believe the jumble of obscenity that spewed from her lips as she began squirming and fucking her buttocks back in earnest around the impaling shaft of Jimmy's cock, wiggling and rotating them, thrashing and writhing her body in lewd abandon to the electric pain-pleasure stimulus of the wanton skewering of her defenseless rectum.
Jimmy grunted in even more lustful excitement to Miss Marks' unexpected response, suddenly unleashing the full fury of his lust in an even mightier lunge up into the tightness of her contracting anus, at the same time thrusting his finger deeply into the quivering flesh of her pussy and increasing the lewdly tantalizing friction of his thumb's rapid stroking over the throbbing bud of her clitoris. He was still determined to make her cum. He had a perfect record and he didn't want to spoil it now, not this time, in the most perversely exciting of all the obscene acts he'd subjected her to.
Then suddenly Jill gave out with an even more desperate wail as the wildly contrasting sensation in her two separately ravished orifices suddenly became indistinguishably enmeshed.
"I'm cumming," she screamed. "I'm cumming!" Her nakedly squirming body shuddered as the shocking waves of delight darted out over her perspiring flesh, and behind her the young teenager groaned and began a staccato-lunging rhythm as the hot droplets of his own cum welled up swiftly from his balls to spew obscenely into the spasming depths of her rectum.
As Jimmy grunted and groaned, Jill screamed without restraint from the shattering waves of ecstasy. The slickly spewing semen flooding into her rectum lubricated the passage until the pain faded completely. As she bucked and hunched beneath his final racking lunges, there was nothing left but the wildly consuming masochistic passion.
With a last grunt of triumph Jimmy's body sagged tiredly down against the ripely proffered cushions of the school nurse's naked ass-cheeks. Jill groaned, little shivers still coursing out from her finger-ravished clitoris to cause the little spasms to continue to shake her body as she felt the lust-spent penis begin to deflate up in her cum-filled rectum. Then suddenly she stiffened as she heard the banging on the door of the clinic.
"Oh God, there's somebody out there Jimmy" she gasped.
"Crap," said Jimmy tiredly.
"Get off, quick! I've got to make this look f right somehow!" Jill sobbed, her body still convulsing in masochistic splendor as she felt the boy withdraw the now limp flesh of his cock and slide off her.
Half dazed, she got up and hurriedly began putting on her panties and brassiere and then slipped into the uniform.
"You wait here and get dressed and get that eye chart out. The eye chart in that drawer over there! Get it out and set it up!" she said with a quivering voice. My God, she thought anybody could take one look at her now and see what she'd been doing.
Buttoning her uniform as she went, Jill hurried back through to the anteroom of the clinic and to the door as the loud knocking continued. Biting her Up to squelch the cry of frustration that rose in her throat, she opened it fearfully. Then she sighed aloud with relief. It was Bobby Norton.
"Miss Marks! Is Jimmy here?" Bobby gasped, brushing past her, noting the books on the couch and starting through the hall that led to the examination room.
"Yes, he's here," Jill answered, closing the door and relocking it. "But what's the matter?"
"Jimmy! Hey, Jimmy! Come on, quick," Bobby shouted.
Jill saw the young boy come out of the examination room, buttoning up his own shirt.
"What's the matter?" he asked in a still trembling voice.
"It's the cops," Bobby said. "Well not the cops, but some anti-drug guys from the school board are here. They're searching the dormitory. You've got to get your grass out."
Jimmy grinned "I smoked it last night, I'm clean."
Bobby stopped sighing with relief. "Man, I thought you were done for. I had to get a blue slip to go to the bathroom for a 'number two' when I found out they were here."
Then it hit her. The pictures! They were bound to find the pictures if they searched the dorm rooms for dope.
CHAPTER TEN
Jill shifted uncomfortably on the chair, staring shamefaced at the photographs spread out over Superintendent Meyers' desk.
"I don't even know what to say to you, Miss Marks. I can't believe you've really done this," the man said, looking at her grimly.
Jill couldn't face him, couldn't look him in the eyes. She was transfixed by the lewdly shocking sight of the pictures, depicting her in every state of lustful frenzy in the terribly incriminating poses of intercourse, sometimes not with one but with two of the school boys. She knew it would do no good to try to tell the superintendent that the pictures lied, that though the acts she had committed were accurately represented, it had not been the sordid thing it appeared on the photographs. She could never make him understand that, that much of her relationship with the boys in the pictures had been warm and spiritual. There had been more to it than just the lewd intercourse that was depicted.
"Of course, I'll resign," said Jill looking down at the floor. "I'll take whatever I have coming to me. I can make no excuses for this."
"I wonder if you can imagine my own embarrassment when the officials from Sacramento presented me with these things and asked me if I had any idea who the woman was."
"I know, I'm sorry," Jill said sadly.
"Do you realize, Miss Marks, you could actually be prosecuted for what you have done?"
Jill looked up with alarm. The superintendent shrugged, still watching her grimly. Yet he couldn't quite resist letting his gaze descend furtively to the deliciously ripe invitation of her breasts.
"I don't see that that would serve any purpose, and I don't intend to pursue the matter. I do think you will have a difficult time ever working in a school in California again. But that's not in my hands."
"I know I can never make you understand," Jill said. "And of course it goes without saying that I lied that day three weeks ago. Bobby Norton didn't grab me, I grabbed him."
"As for the boys, I see Bo Baldwin and Bobby here in the pictures. I think there is little doubt that Jimmy Miller was the photographer. Were there any others?"
Jill hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. "Yes."
"Who were they?"
"I won't tell you," said Jill.
Superintendent Meyers sighed, reaching up to run his fingers up through his slightly graying hair. "All right, if you wish. I think I can safely assume anyway that the master-minds of this affair from the boy's point of view were Jimmy and Bobby. Bo probably just went along for the ride, but he had the misfortune of appearing in two of these pictures and he will pay the same price as the others.
"The boys are my responsibility. They will be expelled; their parents will be informed as to why these measures were taken. And that, incidentally, might be a good time for you to have put some distance between yourself and the state of California. A few angry parents could make things really rough for you."
"But it wasn't the boys fault," said Jill. "Don't you understand? I want to take all responsibility myself. I instigated it. I started it and I think you can hardly blame the boys for taking...." she paused shrugging looking down at the ripe swells of her breasts and the sensuous softness of her thighs. " ... for taking what was offered them on a silver platter."
"I don't think that matters, Miss Marks. The boys can hardly be excused, at their age, for having sexual intercourse right here on the campus. They will be dealt with as severely as I see fit. And I see fit right now to make an example of them, even if Bobby Norton is one of the most promising athletes we've ever had here, not to mention the fact that Jimmy Miller is Phi Beta Kappa material."
"But that could do irreparable damage to their future, Mr. Meyers. If you expel them from school now, there will be a mark on their scholastic records that will pursue them all the way through high school and even through college."
"I'm afraid that's their bad luck."
Jill sucked her breath in hoarsely. Her body was trembling and all she wanted to do was cry for shame and despair at the terrible wrongs she'd committed. But she couldn't let this happen to the little boys. She would answer willingly for her own guilt, but she had to save them.
"Mr. Meyers, let me ask you a question. Do you think you would turn it down if you had been in their position?" As the man stared at her in shock, Jill arched her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts up even more prominently, her tongue flicking out from her lips in a wantonly teasing gesture.
The superintendent blushed. "I don't know. I'm a married man, Miss Marks. But you know, I guess, I've always found you extremely attractive."
"Then do me a favor, Mr. Meyers, spare the boys and I'll make it worth your while."
As the superintendent's face grew even more crimson, Jill reached up and began slowly to unbutton her uniform down the front. With a soft gasp Superintendent Meyers rose and walked to the door, his fingers trembling as he threw the latch.
* * *
As the Greyhound bus moved slowly by, Jill Marks, ex-nurse, took one last look at the small pastoral campus where her whole life had changed. She didn't know where she was going, or what she would do next. Certainly she would never work at another school, and with the blot on her record she'd probably have difficulty even finding a job in a hospital, at least in California. But she didn't regret what had happened. She couldn't bring herself to. Nor would she ever forget little Jimmy Miller and Bobby Norton. She thought now, no matter how many other little boys like them there would be in her future and she was sure there would be others; there was no going back now they would always be her favorites.
It had been they who first helped her find herself, whoever that was.