BSS-754  A Nurse's Curse
[aka 'The School Nurse']
(Lawson Collins)


FOREWORD 

The love and desire of an adult for a child or adolescent of the opposite 
sex is far from an unusual occurrence; nor is it peculiar to any certain 
location. The Bible speaks of it; in fact, in the Old Testament we find 
references to child and adult mating being sanctioned by tribal law, while 
the Far East still openly practices such relations. Dickens' England is 
another reminder that the passing of centuries hardly changed the lecherous 
habits of men. And how many lurid stories are told of our own backwoods 
people who more often than not add incest to lechery? 

Progress in our civilized society of today has brought about new standards 
and laws that make such liaisons severely punishable; yet it would be 
ridiculous to believe they have decreased. And just as incredible is the 
belief that only "dirty old men" compose the cult of letching, for there are 
scores of records on file depicting case after case of the opposite, 
explicitly relating in licentious detail the stories of young, attractive 
lecheress' who sate their lust with adolescent boys. 

In The School Nurse, Mr. Jackson has vividly and skillfully related by 
clothing it in fiction an actual case taken from these files. 

As we have stated many times in the past, our purpose is not only to 
enlighten you, but to entertain you, and we strongly feel that we have done 
this in The School Nurse, Jackson Robard's remarkable novel of a situation 
that might well exist in your town. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 


CHAPTER 1 

Barbara had chosen a black, lacy chemise adorned with several tiny pink 
rosettes strategically placed in a parallel line between her full, high-set 
breasts. Over this she wore a sheer, black negligee, a headily enticing 
garment designed to arouse and peak the most stubborn male libido, though 
she could hardly imagine why she was going to such sensual lengths. He was 
only fourteen ... certainly no match for her thirty years and scores of 
similar youthful seductions; besides, there was small doubt in her lustful 
mind but what Milo Wilson would be more than willing to cooperate under the 
circumstances. 

She had caught him cold, "with-the-goods" as they say in the vernacular, the 
thin brown-papered cigarette tumbling from his shirt pocket in her 
school-nurse office when he had bent down to replace his shoe. There was 
nothing he could say. He had started to scoop it up but Barbara's shapely 
little foot had been quicker, covering the cylinder while she hunched down 
slowly to retrieve it. Their eyes had met, their faces only inches apart, 
his juvenile blue orbs growing wide in apprehension, her sultry, onyx 
delights sparkling in immediate conquest, her most recent vow of forbearance 
crumbling flimsily. 

"Pot, Milo...? You...?" she had whispered austerely. 

"I ... I was just ... just carrying it for someone else, Mrs. Lindsey...! 
Honest...!" he had stammered, his good looking young face nearing total 
collapse. 

"Of course you were," Barbara had replied sarcastically, while her 
calculating brain raced in licentious thought. David's mental countenance 
made an effort toward fighting its way to the forefront through those wicked 
reflections, but she had quickly wiped it away. God, he was a desirable 
boy.... 

"I think we better take a walk up to the office, Milo, and have a chat with 
Mr. Stern...." 

"Hon-Honest, Mrs. Lindsey ... it's the truth ... oh ... oh crap!" 

He had cried then while she stood there watching him, cried in open fear, 
his impasse obviously overwhelming him, while tiny little prickling 
sensations of lewd conquest fermented slowly in her belly and loins, growing 
almost sadistically as she pressed her advantage, until the boy had been 
ready to do anything she suggested to save himself. Finally, and with an 
expression of temporary clemency on her beautiful face, she had offered to 
give the situation more thought, ordering the trembling Milo to her 
apartment that night. 

Now, as she sipped at her martini ... her fourth martini, in fact, Barbara 
brushed at her long, raven tresses and mused that her reasons for the 
seductive attire were entirely personal. She took a narcissistic pleasure in 
admiring her own symmetrical loveliness, her full, pointed breasts and 
narrow waist, the generous arch of her hips and the long white columns of 
her rounded copious thighs and shapely calves, all so provocatively alluring 
through the gossamer veil of the peignoir, her sweet charms even more 
enhanced by the chemise than absolute nakedness. She could only anticipate 
the expression of youthful shocked surprise that would sweep over Milo's 
smooth boyish face, while his virile young penis began to dance in his 
pants, and she smiled sensuously to herself. 

The lecherous widow, and she damned sure was that, wasn't she? It was even 
difficult to recount individually her numerous seductions at Santa Lenora 
Junior High since her arrival a year ago without forgetting a boy here and 
there, but each and every one had been carefully planned and secured by some 
protective blackmailing scheme or another ... just as this beautiful and 
carnal little affair that was about to occur was safeguarded. 

Again, she sipped at her martini, and in so doing her sultry eyes fell upon 
the smiling, handsome face of the uniformed man in the photograph on her 
vanity. Momentarily, a wave of love flushed warmly through her, but this was 
quickly followed by an emotion of nauseating and cold emptiness. Dear God! 
He was dead! Her Carl ... Captain Carl Lindsey, United States Air Force ... 
destroyed over Vietnam! Sometimes, she forgot, and it was as if he should be 
coming home from the base for dinner...! But no ... he would never come home 
again ... never smile, or cry, or speak her name ... nothing! Dear God! What 
a terrible, terrible waste his death had been...! 

She could look at his photograph now after eighteen months without bursting 
into wailing tears of remorse. Theirs had been a beautiful relationship for 
six wedded years ... his love and understanding greater than any blessing 
she had ever known. Even her curse, that maddening desire for young boys 
that had been with her since childhood, she had confided to him, and 
together they had fought it, nearly destroying it ... until the war had 
taken him away. In his absence and without the security of his passionate 
words of love, nor the fulfillment of his handsome masculine body, the 
dormant evil founded on a juvenile affair she had carried on with an older 
cousin when she was twelve and he fourteen ... had reared its ugly head once 
more. But even then, with the exception of isolated instances when she could 
no longer bear the emotional frustration her perverse longing caused her 
without finding a willing young partner, she had still retained an overall 
control of her passion. Not until that horrible telegram had arrived, and in 
the throes of embittered remorse, had she allowed her subconscious lechery 
free rein in a wicked vendetta against the society that had destroyed her 
love and life ... and she had sworn never to stop until she had corrupted 
every possible male-child the body politic made available to her! 

And then out of nowhere had come David Hamilton, the new English teacher, 
tall and handsome in his tweedy cuts, too often reminding her of Carl ... 
and his beautiful fifteen-year-old son, Stevie, the one boy she had pledged 
to herself not to wreak her salacious vengeance upon.... 

Truly, it had shocked her when she had awakened to the fact that she cared 
for David; she had believed that to be impossible with any man after Carl. 
But to care for him was one thing and to love him, another ... yet he had 
proposed only the night before ... asked her to be his wife ... Stevie's 
mother, and the urge to shout yes had been almost uncontrollable. 

She had slept in fits the entire night, her troubled mind in a complete 
state of confused wanting. Dear God, was she abusing Carl's monument in just 
the consideration of marrying another man? She tried to imagine what he 
would say, how he would advise her, and just before dawn she had realized 
... almost as if he had spoken to her ... that her happiness was what he 
would wish for. Elatedly, she had wept, her decision mentally arrived at: 
she would accept David's proposal ... and then, to herself and in her joy, 
she had made her vow: she would rid herself of this terrible perversity...! 

Now, Barbara laughed aloud, a cynical, soft sound spiked by the influence of 
liquor, while she hedonistically admired her seductive reflection in the 
mirror. She sipped from her glass, her smile unintentionally harsh and booze 
oriented. Tomorrow, she would renew her vow ... or God, would she ... could 
she? It all had seemed so simple in the enveloping darkness of pre-dawn, 
when the obscene desire that permeated her sensuous, beautiful body lay 
torpid within her ... but then in the light of the lust-filled day that 
little brown-papered, home-rolled cigarette had crashed to the floor before 
her eyes, unveiling the irresistible, paralleling compromise that she had so 
carefully and cleverly watched for among her youthful victims a thousand 
times. 

God, in all truth, she hadn't been able to stem the tide of secured 
licentious excitement that had raced through her. Like the others ... the 
many, many others, Milo Wilson became a beacon of his own imprisoning 
circumstances, and she could not ignore that. It had been a week since she 
had known a boy, and masturbation hardly, if ever, released her drives as 
did the sucking of a tender young virile cock! 

Barbara drained her glass and poured from the mixing pitcher. She was 
enticingly drunk, she knew, a velvety sensation that extracted increased 
warmth away from the thoughts of David, even as she contemplated her 
forbidden seduction. As would Carl, she felt certain at that moment that he, 
David, would understand. Everyone had their little sexual idiosyncrasy, her 
husband had consoled her, and she believed it because she wanted to. David 
would understand once she told him ... but in all truth, it was not David 
she was concerned with ... it was Stevie! My God, to live under the same 
roof with him ... such a handsome, blond boy...! At that very moment she 
could eat him alive ... starting at his sensuously hardened young cock...! 

The doorbell startled her! Slowly, she stood, using the vanity as a prop, 
then focused her eyes as she drank of her own beauty in the mirror....Must 
remember to be firm ... you are dressed this way because you are at home ... 
stick to the issue at hand ... marijuana ... treat him sternly in the 
beginning ... take full advantage and fill yourself, darling...! 

God! She wondered what his doctor-father was doing, thinking, at that very 
moment...? 

"Oh ... Milo ... come in," Barbara said with a certain coldness, walking 
toward the center of the room where the lights would strategically play 
through her peignoir in the background. "Come in and sit down." 

She had caught his expression of astonished awe as he stood in the doorway 
staring at her, his teen-age blue-eyes raking over her veiled charms in 
apprehensive, if, open spontaneous excitement. 

Milo had never seen another woman outside of his mother in under things ... 
but to his knowledge, she had never looked quite like Mrs. Lindsey. Mom wore 
corsets, or whatever they were, and never a filmy, soft thing like the nurse 
was wearing at that very moment. Wow! She wasn't even hardly dressed! 

Crap! She had pretty legs, and whatever she wore beneath that silky gown 
went ... went right up to her crotch! He could even see that puffing out in 
front, but not very well, and her breasts ... man! They were just barely 
tucked inside the thing, swelling up all around with just a narrow crack 
running down between them ... like they were going to burst out any 
second...! 

"Sit down, Milo," Barbara repeated, pointing toward the couch, placing her 
martini on the table beside it. She was pleased that he had ogled her to the 
fullest extent during those long seconds. His delightful eyes were bugging, 
and there was little question concerning the rise at the front of his 
trousers. "Would you like a Coke or something?" 

"I ... ah ... no, thank you ... nothing, Mrs. Lindsey." 

Barbara folded onto the couch beside him, a distance away, her leg bent 
beneath her to sit upon, her negligee fallen slightly open to reveal the 
ivory-white flesh of its mate halfway along her thigh. She lighted a 
cigarette and watched him sitting stiffly at the other end of the piece. 
God, what a sheer delight he was going to be! "We have a problem, Milo. I've 
been thinking about calling your father and talking to him rather than 
taking it to Mr. Stern...." 

"No!" Milo exclaimed, sitting up and looking toward her, wide-eyed. "No ... 
please, no! He wouldn't understand! Please ... don't do that, Mrs. Lindsey! 
Anything but that...!" 

Barbara dragged from her cigarette. "Marijuana is a serious charge, young 
man. I don't have to tell you that, do I?" 

"No-no ma'am ... no, you don't," he answered quickly. "Only ... only don't 
tell my dad ... anything but that ... please?" 

"All right, Milo," Barbara agreed softly. "What then ... what do we settle 
on ? " 

He looked away from her, down into his lap at his fidgeting hands. "I-I 
don't know ... honest ... I don't....It wasn't my weed.... 

I was carrying it for a girl ... but I won't tell you who! I won't!" 

Barbara smiled at him. "That's noble, Milo 

...and I admire you for it. Is ... is she your girl friend...?" 

"I wish she was!" he blurted, eyeing her levelly. 

"Don't you have a girl friend?" 

"Well ... no ... not really I don't ... not one that I like...." 

"Not a pretty one, is that it, darling?" Barbara said in her soft tone, 
letting the first of her endearments slip forth. 

"Y-yeah ... that's right ... not even one I want to take to a show or 
something." 

Barbara continued to smile. "That's hard to understand," she said almost 
whisperingly, "a handsome young boy like you. If I were your age, I'd love 
to be your girlfriend ... go to a show with you ... kiss you goodnight...." 

For a long moment, Milo just sat and stared at her. Then: "Y-you mean it ... 
that is ... really mean it, Mrs. Lindsey?" 

She laughed warmly. "Of course I mean it, darling ... and call me ... call 
me Barbara when we're here in my place ... in fact, we'll just pretend ... 
pretend that I am your real girl friend, all right? I mean ... would you 
like me to be? Would you take me to a show if I were...!" 

"Oh man! Wow! I'd take you to the moon, Mrs. Lind ... Barbara," he said, his 
face flushing at the sound of her name coming from his own lips. 

"And would you kiss me goodnight?" she taunted, knowing now that she had him 
for certain, the slight, excited stirring in the front of his jeans now 
obvious. "I mean, really kiss me like a girl should be kissed so that she 
knows that her boyfriend cares about her?" 

Tightly, Milo swallowed as he stared at her, and when he couldn't speak, he 
nodded his head emphatically. 

Barbara picked up her glass and drained it; she slithered along the couch 
toward him, narrowing their separation to inches, until she knew that he 
could smell the fragrance she wore; then, her eyes devouring him, her 
petulant lower lip quivering slightly, she said: "Show me, darling....Show 
me how you would kiss me ... if I were your girl friend...!" 

She saw the tremble of excitement cause his whole young body to shudder. 
What she was doing to him was considerably less than normal; it wasn't even 
fair game ... but it was her game! He couldn't move; he was that awestruck. 

"You sweet darling," Barbara hissed, reaching out and letting her arms 
slowly encircle him, drawing him to her. "You're safe with me, baby ... no 
one will ever know about that awful cigarette," she added, encompassing him 
within the aureole of her sensual charms, her full breasts flattening 
against the solidness of his young chest, her flat belly brushing his ... 
and then, she kissed him ... tenderly, but not open-lipped, yet with warmth 
and passion. 

Barbara sensed his strong young hands clasping at her waist through the 
wispy material of her negligee, not searchingly, but with guarding 
protectiveness, bracing himself as she slowly let her lips part and her 
tongue seek the freshness of his youth! 

Oh ... oh crap...! Milo thought crazily, his brain racing in wild 
excitement! She ... she was going to do it to him, too! He hadn't really 
believed that she would, even after he'd told Orvie Gaylord about the 
joint....The big slob had laughed. "Don't worry," he'd said. "She's going to 
turn-on with you, that's all, man. The chick has this thing for teen-agers, 
know what I mean? She comes on with a kid-cock in her mouth. But don't 
worry, man, she isn't about to sell you out! It's just your prick that she 
wants, like the rest of us ... only, I'll tell you true, baby, she gives me 
the whim whams with all the info she holds on us dudes...." 

He had said more, but Milo had hardly heard him. He couldn't believe what 
the six feet of two-hundred-and-many-pound giant was handing him. Not Mrs. 
Lindsey, the nurse who had been taking care of his sprained ankle, the 
beautiful woman with the dark sparkling eyes, mini uniforms and knockout 
legs--Hell, no 

...but ... but right at that moment she was kissing him with hot, moist lips 
... holding him in a crushing grip against her flattened, full tits ... and 
... and there was her tongue trying to wedge into his mouth...! Holy crap, 
her frigging tongue! Oh ... oh man, his cock was as hard as a gym rail, and 
jerking like crazy...! 

* * * 

"I can see that the idea comes as a bit of a shock to you, doesn't it, son?" 
Stevie's father said, standing there in that lousy mother-hubbard and 
talking through clenched teeth around his dead, inevitable pipe, while he 
washed the dishes. 

He could see right and that was no stinking lie, the blond-haired boy mused 
bitterly as he took another plate from the rack to dry. All the same, shock 
or not, he had quickly decided to play it cool; his father was not one to be 
moved by the sight of tantrums, or even the idea that his only son was 
totally thumbs-down on the mere thought; instead, the graying-haired, lanky 
man would patiently gnaw away at his opposing reasons in his calm, logical 
manner until Stevie would finally fall into agreement, simply because there 
was nothing else for him to do. But this time it was going to be different; 
he could never agree to anyone trying to take his Mom's place...! He said, 
without looking at his Dad: 

"Heck, we seem to get along pretty well, just the two of us. I don't see why 
we need another person around ... especially a woman ... uugghhhhh!" 

David Hamilton chuckled, his strong white teeth still clenched against the 
pipe stem. Sometimes, it was difficult for him to realize that his young, 
handsome son was fifteen years old; his interests in girls seemed so damned 
casual. It was all baseball, football, sports of one nature or another ... 
which was probably just as well in the long run, he supposed. He had no 
doubts concerning Stevie's normal masculine desires, and there was certainly 
plenty of time for him once he set out on the chase. Nevertheless, the boy 
needed a mother ... just as he needed a wife. At thirty-eight, he wasn't 
quite over the hill, as his needing loins too often reminded him. Janet had 
been dead five years, and it had taken him that long to adjust. Her death 
had been a terrible loss to both Stevie and himself. He had never even 
considered remarrying; no one could take Janet's place in his life. But time 
is a healer of all wounds, as well as a great rationalizer. 

When he had first met Barbara at a faculty meeting, he had immediately 
realized that. Janet would always have her tender place of love in his heart 
and memories. Later, as he felt a new love and desire growing in leaps and 
bounds for this beautiful, raven-haired creature, he knew that it was a 
place of her own she was taking in his heart, without ever disturbing that 
of his dead Janet ... but he could see that it was going to take time and 
fortitude to make Stevie understand it all....He said: 

"Well, one thing we might consider with a woman around, Son ... we wouldn't 
have these dishes to struggle through every night." 

"I'll take the dishes," Stevie answered acidly. "Besides, we could always 
hire a woman to come in, couldn't we?" 

David nodded, still smiling to himself. "Yes ... I suppose we could. But 
then, let's consider your dad for a moment, Stevie ... he isn't getting any 
younger you know ... and it isn't natural for a man to go through life 
without having a mate...." 

To Stevie Hamilton, there was something in his father's words that seemed to 
insult his Mom's memory, and he had all he could do to keep from blurting 
out his strong embittered feelings. He gritted his teeth and looked away. Of 
course, he had no idea if his parent had someone particular in mind, not 
that it would matter anyway. He knew lousy well that he'd never accept her! 
Dammit! He didn't want any stinking stepmother sleeping in his Mom's bed. 
And he wasn't fooled in the least what his father was getting at about it 
not being normal...! 

Crap, he just wanted somebody to fuck was all ... he wasn't kidding 
anybody...! That's why he was always taking Mrs. Lindsey, the school nurse, 
out ... and man, the stories the guys had told him about her...! 

It struck Stevie at that very moment, and he almost dropped the plate from 
between his hands! Crap almighty! It couldn't be her he was getting ready to 
spring on him ... could it...? Oh screw ... no! He better not! That was all 
... he better not! Goddamn, he just better not, was all...! 

* * * 

Excitedly dominated by her martini-inflamed lust, Barbara held the boy 
tightly within her arms while she smothered his young, smooth face and lips 
with ardent kisses, her one slender hand finally moving down to his lap to 
find the swollen outline of his straining penis inside the tight-fitting 
jeans. She felt him tremble and gasp in her embrace at her touch, a galvanic 
sensation racing through her belly as she traced the hardened member 
delicately with thumb and forefinger, not at all displeased with its 
promising length and thickness. 

"Hmmmmmmm, Milo ... it feels so hard," she whispered against his panting 
mouth. "It must hurt, all cramped inside there like that. Here ... let 
Barbara take it out so that it can stiffen right up straight for her--" 

"Ohhh ... uuungh...." Milo Wilson grunted in confused, mounting tension, the 
feeling of her soft hand first caressing, then suddenly unzipping his fly to 
ease inside the cotton of his shorts and smooth over the hairy, trembling 
flesh of his pelvis, her warm, velvety fingers finally wrapping right around 
the shaft of his jerking cock, completely destroying him. 

Holy crud! He couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Crazy tingles of 
unprecedented agitation charged through his groin up into his belly. Frig! 
She had his ramrod-cock right in her hand, and ... and she was stroking it 
... sliding the loose outer skin up and down ... then ... crap almighty ... 
she was feeling his balls...! 

"Ohhh, Milo baby ... you feel so good to your Barbara," she breathed hotly 
into his mouth, the terrific aroma and taste of her about to blow his 
mind...!"I think we better go into my bedroom where we can take our clothes 
off and get naked, don't you?" 

Crap, he couldn't answer; his throat felt as if somebody had taken sandpaper 
to it! Then, she was smiling at him, her moist red lips half-opened, her 
long-lashed, sultry dark eyes sparkling with a million explosions. Oh man 
... he knew he shouldn't ... but that he was going to! ... Yeah, he was 
going to do whatever she said! Anyway, what else could he do? ... She had 
caught him cold with the joint...! Oh man, she was beautiful ... and her 
tits were practically bursting right out of that lacy thing! ... He had to 
see them bare ... all of her ... her pussy and ass! ... Oh damn, she was 
stroking his throbbing cock again...! 

"Well, baby ... don't you want to go into my bedroom and play some games 
with Nursey Barbara? ... Nice Sexy games...?" She squeezed his prick 
meaningfully. " ... Games like this...?" she added pruriently, slowly 
lowering her head downward in front of him and right over his thrusting, 
lead-hardened shaft of hot flesh. 

Milo sensed his eyes bugging, even though he couldn't see the actual 
penetration; he felt her hand at the base of his cock drawing down the 
foreskin from the sensitive glans, and a second later the intoxicating 
contact of her tiny, moist tongue with the split at its tip, wiggling hotly 
into it, sending frenzied jolts of lascivious excitation charging 
helter-skelter through his young body. 

He grunted loudly, then felt the soft dampness of her lush lips slipping 
over his prickling cock-head ... down ... down ... down! ... until he would 
swear she had sucked the whole length of his prick into the hot shelter of 
her mouth...! Her tongue lashed and he could feel the pressure of her 
sucking cheeks drawing on it for a long moment before she slowly raised her 
head, sucking her way up off of it ... until she was smiling into his 
mesmerized face once more.... 

"Games like that, Milo darling," she whispered sensuously, her beautiful 
lips that had just been wrapped around his cock glisteningly reflecting the 
light from the lamp in their full, ruby-like dampness. "You like...?" 

He gaped at her and tried to swallow the parchedness that had dried up his 
voice from his throat. And when he couldn't, he simply nodded his head 
enthusiastically while she laughed in warm, understanding sympathy, taking 
his hand and drawing him up from the couch to lead along the hallway with 
his arched, belly-hugging cock sticking right out of his fly and waggling 
crazily as he walked. Crap! He'd never be the same after this! He knew that 
for sure, but he didn't care! He didn't care about anything ... nothing only 
the fantastic games, whatever they were, that she was talking about...! 

* * * 

David had no intention of pressing the idea onto Stevie all in one dose. It 
was going to take time. He was well aware of the strong love that had 
existed between Janet and the boy, and the fact that her death had severely 
shocked him. Had he not been of strong character, he might have suffered 
damaging remorse, as Doc Wilson had pointed out, but obviously he was 
staunchly oriented and had been able to accept and endure their tremendous 
loss ... perhaps even better than had he, himself. 

Until Barbara, life had been little more than the obligation he had been 
left in raising a son. To think of a permanent feminine attachment in the 
wake of his beloved Janet had been utterly ridiculous. Oh, he might marry 
again, he had thought, but for convenience sake alone, certainly never for 
love. 

And what was he contemplating ? ... a strong love-filled marriage! He did 
love Barbara; he was certain of that ... had been for the past month since 
the repulsion of making his weekly trip to L.A. for a whore-visit had 
actually nauseated him. In all respect to their association, he couldn't any 
longer sanction that disgusting program. Not that his throbbing loins didn't 
function in their usual aching desire, but there were times when a 
well-meant hand was the lesser of two evils. 

Barbara hadn't given him an answer the night before when he'd mustered up 
all of his courage and practically blurted out his proposal. He realized 
that it had jolted her; it had even jarred him! He'd kissed her goodnight 
after the play they'd attended and suddenly, he had asked her to marry 
him...! God! Now that he thought about it, what a shock it must have been to 
her! 

All the same, he was extremely happy that he had, and though perhaps he was 
being a bit overconfident, he felt she was going to accept, which was why he 
had been dropping hints to Stevie before, through, and after dinner. 

He sat presently in the living room, his freshly filled pipe lighted, coffee 
and a cognac beside him, watching Stevie at the desk sweating over a letter 
to a relative. Some minutes before, the thought had occurred to him that his 
son should know whom he was actually considering as his stepmother. Perhaps 
that might help. Stevie knew her inasmuch as she was the school nurse, and 
it was doubtful ... even though he was just a boy, sports-minded and all ... 
that he could look at her without appreciating her beauty. Physical 
attraction meant a great deal to boys of his age.... 

"Steve...? You too busy to talk?" 

"Heck no," the boy replied, shifting his chair around so that he could look 
at his father. "I hate writing letters, anyway." 

David smiled. He said: "What we've been talking about, Son....I mean, the 
possibility of me getting married again....I-I know and understand that it 
doesn't set well with you ... and why. But you see, I loved your mom, too. 
Even so, I've come to the conclusion that I can have a second wife without 
ever taking an iota of love from your mother's memory. The Lord made us that 
way, Son ... can you understand...?" 

Stevie stared at him. He was off and running on the same subject again! 
Crap, he couldn't even think of anything to say, unless he blew his gourd 
entirely...! 

"I mean it," his father went on. "I know how you feel, Son, but I have to 
think beyond such feelings ... even of my own, and I want to be honest about 
that. It's time that I married again, boy. You're not a child anymore; 
you're fifteen and you know the functions and needs of the physical 
self...." 

Screw! ... Stevie thought bitterly. Here it comes! The whole lousy picture 
he had in his mind! That lousy witch had wormed her way into his middle-aged 
brain, destroying everything decent like his Mom's memory. How the crap did 
a guy cope with a parent when they flipped this way...? 

"I've asked Barbara Lindsey, the school nurse, to marry me, Stevie. I'm in 
love with her!" 

He might have cursed his Mom's name! That would have about the same impact 
... even though he had surmised the whole friggin' picture. He was going to 
marry Barbara Lindsey ... bring her into their house to sleep in his Mom's 
bed...! Jesus Christ! 

"Well, Son...?" the gangly man questioned softly while he puffed at his 
pipe. "No statements...?" 

He could kill him! Crap almighty, he could tear him limb from limb! Mrs. 
Lindsey ... that bitch ... sucking off all the guys ... that's the way they 
said it, "sucking them off," and he wanted to marry her ... let her sleep in 
Mom's bed...! 

"Oh...!" the boy gasped. "Oh...!" 

David sat upright and forward in his chair, taking his pipe from his mouth. 
"What's wrong, Stevie? What is it? Did ... did I say something...?" 

"Ooohhhhh shit!" Stevie blurted, getting to his feet and tipping over the 
chair in the act. He started to say more, but could not. Suddenly, he ran 
from the room toward his own, and David could hear the tumblers of the 
door's lock falling into place securely. 

And that was that, David thought with a tight throat. In Stevie's eyes he 
had violated the memory of his mother ... but he hadn't ... truly, he had 
not! God knows, he had loved her, and had she lived there would never have 
been anyone else ... but she hadn't! Was he supposed to forget his own 
existence now! He loved Barbara Lindsey ... and maybe she loved him! The boy 
just had to learn ... no matter how painful his education was going to 
be...! 

 CHAPTER 2 

Milo watched Barbara slip out of her silky things, his eyes fixed on the 
beautiful body that she was about to reveal completely to him ... a lewd 
little smile of dominance teasing her beautiful mouth as she slowly wriggled 
the chemise downward, exposing her rotund, pointed breasts with their dark, 
cherry-like nipples right before his feverish eyes, the two luscious globes 
swaying provocatively to the taunting undulation of her hips when she 
pressed the wispy garment down over them ... her navel, the small bowl of 
her belly, then! ... the sparse silken black hair between her legs! ... and 
finally, her whole naked pussy unveiled to him! Crap, he could see its pink 
slit up between the full, white columns of her milky thighs! 

She turned around then and slowly bent over to pick up the chemise at her 
feet, her lush, smooth buttocks spreading slightly with the movement, giving 
him a fleeting peek at her snug, hair-fringed cunt as well as the tightly 
puckered little dark hole centered in the deep crevice of her bottom! Oh 
man, he was going to melt right there into a blob of hot suet...! 

Barbara's lustful and lecherous desire had reached that inflamed point where 
only lewdness and obscene acts permeated her martini-glazed brain. She moved 
toward the teen-aged boy standing in motionless, if obvious, aroused 
trepidation, his stiffened young cock still protruding teasingly from his 
opened fly, and as she slowly crowded close to him, she took both of his 
hands to place on her jutting breasts, while with her own she reached down 
and clasped his swollen rod of genital flesh once more. 

"Now, baby, we'll undress you," she whispered, kissing him first as she 
tenderly stroked his prick; then leaving it, she began to unbutton his 
shirt. 

Impelling sensations of salacity rippled through her loins into her belly as 
he stood subserviently defenseless against the wickedly seductive charms of 
her voluptuous body, his young hands exploring her tingling breasts with hot 
and ungovernable, adolescent eagerness. 

She removed his shirt and kissed his chest, laving the tiny nipples of his 
developing muscular breasts with her moist tongue-tip, finally trailing it 
downward over his belly and navel as she lowered herself to her knees and 
unhitched his belt, tugging both jeans and shorts down over his slender hips 
and lean buttocks, her hungry dark eyes feasting on his arched, rigid cock 
jutting out from the scant hair-sprinkled pelvis, and his virile young balls 
hanging between his strong legs. 

God! He was a handsome specimen! She leaned forward and kissed the tip of 
his cock, extending her tongue so that he could see it wriggling into the 
tiny split while she tenderly caressed and cupped his balls. 

"Uuunngghh!" Milo grunted, staggering backwards and nearly falling from the 
trap of his Levis down around his ankles. 

Barbara tittered excitedly and from her kneeling position, guided him 
backward to the bed and down onto it, removing his loafers and clothing; 
then spreading his legs wide, she drew his buttocks to the edge, clasping 
his jerking cock between thumb and forefinger at its base, pulled back its 
foreskin, and slipped her mouth down hungrily onto it! 

Once more, Milo Wilson choked out a groaning gasp as he raised to his elbows 
to watch the beautiful woman who was frantically sucking on his cock. Oh 
man...! He hoped to God she'd never stop! He'd never had any kind of a girl 
before, not even Lottie Barker who had been the owner of the joint that had 
fallen from his pocket, and all the guys were putting it to her. But Lottie 
was a nothing compared to Barbara Lindsey, and ... and, oh crap ... she was 
stopping again...! 

"Crawl up in the bed now, darling," she said, rising from her knees as he 
obeyed; then, she lay down beside him and began to smooth her hand lustfully 
over his strong, youthful body, feeling the sleek, developing muscles tense 
as she explored the secret hollows and crevices of him, the lush lips that 
had fastened around his cock finding his, her tiny moist tongue darting into 
his mouth, while she lifted her silken fleshed, white thigh on top of his, 
pressing her puffy, down-covered mound tightly against his hip with a 
provocative, circling motion. "Oh, little lover ... I'm going to make you 
the happiest boy a girl friend ever had. Will you like that?" Barbara hissed 
in a throaty, sensuous voice. 

Milo was having difficulty with his breathing. He had never been so crazy 
keyed-up in his young life. He still couldn't speak, but he could nod his 
head, and he did. 

"You sweet darling," Barbara whispered hotly, the wanton intoxication of her 
conquest firing her depraved libido maddeningly. She ran her slender fingers 
through his hair, then began to inch up higher in the bed, until her 
thrusting, hardened-nippled breasts were even with his face. He was all hers 
to play with, she reasoned lecherously, to do with whatever she chose, like 
a scared and trapped little animal! 

She took his young face in her hand, cupping it beneath the chin, the urge 
to squeeze it almost uncontrollable as she drew his mouth closer to the 
distended nipple of one palpitating breast. Then, holding the resilient 
white mound of flesh in the other, she said: "Suck it, baby! Take my tit in 
your mouth and suck it for Barbara!" 

Insane and sadistic sensations raced through her belly and between her legs 
as she watched his frightened young lips part when the tingling nipple 
brushed them, and with licentious delight, she pressed it into his warm, 
moist mouth. 

"Ooohhh yes ... that's it, Milo lover!" Barbara gasped lasciviously. "Suck 
it and feel of it with your tongue ... even bite it easily if you want to! 
Y-yesss ... like that...! Mmmmm ... now take it in your hand and feel all 
over it...!" she ordered huskily, smoothing her own soft palm down his chest 
and belly to fondle his cock and balls, hearing and feeling his little moans 
against her breast from his excited, sucking boy-mouth when she grasped the 
hardened shaft of his penis and began to stroke it with obscene wickedness. 

Milo couldn't even think clearly. The feel of her hard little nipple in his 
mouth while he sucked and nibbled at it with growing skill, squeezing and 
massaging the resilient softness of the aromatic mound of flesh, as she 
stroked his stiff, aching cock, was the absolute wildest thing that had ever 
happened to him. Crap ... could it be really happening? ... him actually 
sucking Mrs. Lindsey, the school nurse's tit while she played with his cock? 
Oh man, Orvie Gaylord knew what he was talking about, all right...! 

"You like that don't you, Milo baby ... sucking my breast while I stroke 
your cock ... don't you?" Barbara hissed lustfully, her martini-hazed eyes 
gleaming salaciously as she watched his juvenile lips tighten and relax 
their sucking actions while his tongue stabbed and taunted her nipple and 
his rigid boyish penis throbbed delightfully in her grasping hand. "But this 
is just the beginning, little lover...." 

She was moving away from him then, pulling her titty from his mouth and 
letting go of his cock, to his disappointment. Man ... he didn't want her to 
stop now...! 

"Tell me, Milo, have you ever really seen a girl's pussy up close?" Barbara 
questioned wickedly, her dark eyes aglow in lewd pleasure as she raised to 
her knees beside him, her thrusting breasts swaying sensually with her 
movements. "Tell me the truth now ... have you?" 

He shook his head fitfully, his eyes bulging as he lay there on the pillow 
staring up at her. "N-no ... honest ... that is ... not really...!" he 
managed, saying his first words since she had led him into the bedroom. 

Barbara's wantonly contorted face was reflecting the perverse lechery that 
had taken complete command over her, and slowly she spread the full white 
columns of her shapely thighs apart, kneeing outward with both legs, until 
the silken triangle of her sparse pubic hair with its puffy, pink slit 
separating it was entirely exposed to his straining eyes. 

"There!" she whispered hotly. "Now you have!" 

Milo could only gape at the erotic spectacle of her nakedly displayed pussy 
in breathless fascination, his spinning brain vaguely reasoning how 
wonderfully it was placed right there between her beautiful legs, and how 
tight and narrow the pink slit of it was ... while the word pussy that she 
had used, just as she had said tit, and cock, still echoed in his skull, 
causing crazy prickling sensations to stab at his groin and belly. But he 
couldn't move; the obscene sight of her kneeling there like that was 
spellbinding him...! 

The awareness of his growing, frantic excitement was added fuel to Barbara's 
already maddening passion. She couldn't remember when she had coerced a more 
helpless and defenseless victim, that thought alone near driving her wild. 
Even though she knew well that she would hate and revile herself later for 
what she was doing to him, that knowledge couldn't begin to stop her now! 
She said: 

"Tickle it, Milo! Look close and feel of it! Do it ... do as I say!" 

Whether his hesitation was born of repulsion or fright Barbara had no idea, 
and she could have cared less. She watched his young tanned hand move slowly 
up between her thighs, her breath catching in her throat as she felt it 
brushing the silken strands of pubic hair lining her hotly flushed 
cunt-lips, then awkwardly pressuring and cupping the whole softly curling 
triangle. 

"That's it, little lover! Yesss, like that!" she choked hoarsely. "Doesn't 
it feel warm and nice up between my legs ... soft and silky like a little 
pussycat? Doesn't it?" 

"Y-yes ... crap, yes!" 

"That's my baby, rub it ... like that...!" Barbara gasped, suddenly 
undulating her hips and buttocks, pressing her cunt hungrily down against 
his clutching hand. "Oohhh ... that's nice, darling ... soo nice ... ooohhh 
God...!" 

She bent down and kissed his lips hungrily, moving one leg over his 
prostrate body until she was straddling his hips with her loins directly 
above his swollen young penis. 

"You know what I'm going to do now, baby?" she whispered licentiously. "I'm 
going to let you fuck me ... for the first time in your life ... you can put 
your hard little cock right inside my cunt and fuck it!" 

To Milo, it seemed that she was almost spitting the wild-sounding 
four-letter words that were sending crazy jolts of never before excitement 
tearing through his groin ... spitting them down into his face while her 
eyes blazed and her pretty mouth twisted almost insanely. He was speechless 
as he lay there, his head raised to better see the hot lascivious picture 
she made with her legs spread apart, knees and calves on either side of him, 
her cunt that he'd held right in his hand twitching excitedly above the 
pulsing tip of his aching cock! 

He had never seen anyone look the way she did at that moment, wild-eyed, 
with contorted face and panting as if she were about to blow her mind, and 
as he stared at her, she smoothed her hands down over her hips and inward 
over her belly through the downy pubic hair to either side of her pouting 
cunt-lips, slowly spreading them open to reveal the moist, pink flesh 
between ! 

"There, little lover! Can you see?" she hissed luridly, holding the fleshy, 
hair-lined mouth wide open to his eager, peeled eyes. 

Milo could see, but he raised to his elbows just the same, the obscene 
exposure completely mesmerizing him. He'd had no idea that it would be so 
velvety-pink ... so soft looking inside! Man, he could even see her hole ... 
and ... and it was all moist and glistening around it...! 

"Now, my little pot-smoker, watch what I do with your baby cock!" she 
half-whispered lecherously, her use again of the four-letter word like an 
electric shock charging through him. 

"You see...?" she went on in a choked, raspy voice, as he lurched when she 
grasped his now painfully hard rod of flesh and placed it like a hot dog in 
a soft, hair-fringed bun the length of her spread-open slit, pressing her 
warm cunt lips almost completely around it and holding it there with her 
fingers as she began to move her hips up and down in a slow grinding fucking 
motion. 

"Ooohhhh ... ooohhhh damn!" Milo grunted loudly, thrusting his pelvis upward 
to her descending motion, while she held his prick inside the moist, hot 
flesh of her pussy-lips. 

God, there had never been a seduction like this, Barbara reasoned excitedly! 
She had ... and was ... sinking to the very depths of utter degradation in 
her lecherous debauchery of this beautiful, helpless boy! And she had no 
intention of stopping until she had filled her lustful need to the brim! 

"You like that, don't you, Milo?" she taunted corruptly, feeling the swollen 
knob of his rigid, boyish cock enchantingly massaging the tiny erect bud of 
her clitoris. 

"Uuunnnggghhh...!" Milo groaned in bewildered ecstasy, the sight of her full 
milky breasts jouncing and swaying as she worked her pussy up and down 
around his prick, adding to his pleasure. Then, suddenly she was doing 
something else with it ... lifting her buttocks higher and pointing its head 
right at her visibly pulsating little hole! He stared from his elbowed 
position and saw the hard bulbous head slip up in between her legs, then she 
was watching him with excited, lust-filled eyes and lowering her cunt down 
onto it ... until the entire length felt like it was sucked right up inside 
her hot, moist pussy mouth! 

Oh damn! Crap ... he was really fucking her, now! Really, really fucking 
her...! 

Barbara quivered from head to toe with the enrapturing delights his young, 
probing cock was causing inside her tightly hugging vaginal passage. They 
were always so delicately beautiful, tickling and prodding her naked cunt, 
she reflected warmly as she began to undulate her lush buttocks in frantic 
little circles, feeling the hard shaft of his teen-aged organ massaging and 
taunting her clasping vaginal walls. 

Excitedly, she leaned forward, pressing her firm, full breasts down onto his 
in lecherous hunger, finding his mouth with her own to kiss almost 
sadistically, while she raised and lowered her hips and buttocks vigorously 
on his hardened, defenseless young cock. 

"Uuunnnggghhhh!" Milo groaned suddenly in unmistakable warning, his choked 
alarm all that Barbara needed to make her lift her loins up off of him as he 
whimpered in mounting confusion. "Oh ... screw! Don't stop now ... 
please...?" 

Before he could realize what was happening, Barbara was hustling down over 
him, spreading his legs wide and wedging between, until her mouth was above 
his aching, vagina moistened penis once more. She never even looked up at 
him, only grasping his quivering little cock in her soft hand and began to 
stroke it again while her tongue wedged into its tiny little eye. He 
couldn't help the whimper that escaped him, new chills racing along his 
spine as she brought her mouth down to it while he watched wide-eyed, 
enclosing the moist, pulsing glans in a warm lip-locking pressure. 

Milo couldn't hold back the whimper as he thrust his loins up responsively, 
shoving it between her ovaly clasping lips. He watched them tighten like an 
elastic band around his prick just below the head ... the same head and cock 
that had just been fucking up inside her cunt! And she was taking it as if 
it were a sweet stick of candy to .lick and savor inside the warm, moist 
cavern of her mouth! 

He grunted and raised his head higher to watch her beautiful ovaled mouth 
sucking on him. He'd seen pictures of girls doing it to guys ... crummy 
pictures, because the girls always looked like pigs, but just to think that 
she, Mrs. Lindsey, the beautiful school nurse, was sucking him ... 
especially after she'd stuck it right up her cunt...! Oh crap! He just 
couldn't believe that it was really happening! The sight of it captured 
between her rounded, tightly clasped lips was just about driving him booby! 
Screw! 

What was she going to do when he started to shoot out his jism...? 

He watched as she sucked up off its tip, then began to lick it with her tiny 
moist tongue ... brush and lave it all over, from its base along its 
underside to its coronal ridge that was viscid and protruding from its 
pulled-back foreskin ... washing, playing, and caressing it with every 
lapping stroke ... then back down to its base and below to the smooth, 
velvety flesh of his balls! ... saliva dribbling excitedly down her tongue 
as she licked his young testicles with warm sweeping strokes; then, she 
raised his legs, pressing them back to expose his tight, brownish little 
anus and she trailed her damp tongue along the coral-hued ridge between his 
lean, widespread buttocks, circling tauntingly the puckered little hole, 
painting his inner-buttocks and finally, stiffening her tongue-tip in an 
effort to penetrate the tightly locked mouth of his rectum! 

Barbara's belly and loins were an inferno of frenzied sensations at the 
forbidden nature of her lecherous ravishment, thrilling, erotic 
fermentations that were more avid than she could ever remember. The 
delicious, sweet piquancy of his tender, virile genitals was driving her to 
the point of orgasm with the mere thought of her forbidden and perverse acts 
alone! God, he was so helpless ... so completely subject to her slightest 
whim! She had to suck his boy-sperm into her throat and belly! That was the 
ultimate ... to coax and swallow the ambrosia from their loins! 

Quickly, she trailed her tongue back over his sperm-bloated young balls and 
along the solid shaft of flesh to its pulsating head, slipping her lips 
wetly down over it once more. Oh heaven ... luscious heaven! And there would 
be many more hours like this with him! There was nothing he could do but 
come to her whenever she wanted him! Sweet ... sweet boy-cock...! 

Milo could think of nothing else but what she was doing to him, and that he 
had to shoot his stuff soon or he'd scream right out! Again, she was holding 
his cock with two fingers at its root while she sucked it steadily, moving 
her pretty mouth up and down rhythmically and using a twisting motion of her 
tongue at the peak of each upstroke. He tensed his pelvic muscles, pushing 
his loins up at her face. She moaned and began to suck harder, nipping now 
and then with her white teeth and making him gasp out, his prick bloodless 
beneath her scraping suck and a rich purple at its smooth, rubbery tip. 

Suddenly, she was wedging both hands beneath the cheeks of his ass, lifting 
them while she plunged her mouth down onto it in a frenzy. Crap almighty! It 
was completely vanishing up into her mouth ... all of it! ... going right up 
into the back of her throat, her nose and lips brushing against the hairs on 
his belly! Oh man ... man ... it was too much...! 

Her tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making his cock-head vibrate 
and jerk like crazy! He gaped at her breasts ... those terrific tits that 
he'd sucked ... jouncing and dancing beneath her pumping body, the sight 
adding to his mounting climax ... and then he sensed the gnawing sensation 
in his balls! 

He stared at her lovely face stuffed with his cock, working over him 
hungrily, her lush lips being pulled out as if her mouth were being turned 
inside out every time she came up off it, her cheeks puffing in and out 
obscenely as she sucked. He jerked his pelvis tighter up to her face, until 
he was right off the bed, his throat and mouth flannel-dry, and his pole of 
hot, hard flesh feeling as if it were going to shatter into a billion pieces 
any second...! 

Oh screw! It was going to happen! ... his cock was ready to blow it right 
into her mouth! He writhed his young hips furiously and tangled his hands in 
her long raven-hair to hold her there as the hot stuff erupted deep down in 
his balls and started to cum! 

"Uuuggghhhhhh...!" he grunted, whimpering between clenched teeth. "I-it's 
ccuummmiinnggg!" 

His cock lurched into a violent jerking that flooded Barbara's eagerly 
sucking mouth with gush after gush of his white, hot sperm, bloating her 
cheeks with every seething squirt, and she swallowed, moaning around his 
pumping young organ, while her own insane climax overwhelmed her and she 
plunged her hand between her thighs to her moist, flushed cunt, tweaking and 
stroking her palpitating clitoris ... still sucking and nibbling on his 
deflated young member long after it had softened useless in her mouth.... 

 CHAPTER 3 

It was exactly as Barbara had surmised, the hatred and repugnance of herself 
in the aftermath of her despicable and degenerate rape of young Milo Wilson 
... for certainly she had raped him! 

He had left in tears, frightened and ashamed, practically running out the 
door once she had let him dress, but not before she had reminded him of what 
happened to people caught with marijuana. God what a depraved and corrupt 
lecher she had become! She realized this as she sat in her negligee, almost 
gulping down the strong measure of scotch she had poured to help soothe her 
conscience. 

How quickly the private and secret vow she had made herself after David's 
proposal, had disintegrated, crumbling completely before the monstrous lust 
ever pervading her insatiable loins. She'd been a fool to think she could 
ever change. Only with Carl, had he lived, might it have been different. 
With his understanding and love ... the dynamic and fulfilling beauty of his 
sexual performance, could she have made it ... but Carl was gone, and there 
had been no man sexually, since.... 

Oh God, what was to become of her? She swallowed heavily from the glass 
while thoughts of Stevie Hamilton abruptly charged into her mind, his young 
blond handsomeness immediately stimulating her, even in the wake of the 
animal-like debauchery she had subjected Milo to not an hour before. 
Realization of her uncontrollable, perverse hunger, though she had long been 
aware of it, suddenly shocked her into facing the tangible question: was it 
David or his son whom she wanted to possess? ... or both...? God forbid! 

She couldn't marry that beautiful man and destroy him ... for as certain as 
there was day and night, she would ... and his lovable, handsome son, 
too...! No ... no! And tomorrow she would tell him so...! 

* * * 

Stevie Hamilton had locked himself in his room, his anger and bitterness at 
his father's announcement of marrying Mrs. Lindsey, enraging him to tears. 
He just could believe that his Dad would insult his Mother's memory that way 
... but he had, and he'd already asked her to marry him! 

He could see right off that his father didn't know anything about her, like 
what Orvie Gaylord, Bart Carter, and Rocky Chalone had told him. She'd 
actually sucked their cocks and things, they had said ... but he did now! 
He'd bet anything she did it all right, took their pricks right out of their 
pants and put them in her mouth, like some of the dirty pictures he'd seen! 

Crap almighty! He damned sure didn't want someone like that for a 
step-mother, he thought scornfully as he undressed, just so his father could 
have someone pretty to fuck! He didn't want anybody for a step-mother ... 
not now or ever...! 

The light tapping against his door startled him. 

"Stevie...." 

"Yes...?" 

"Well aren't you going to unlock the door...?" 

"I-I'm going to bed." 

"Oh...? It's only a little past nine, Son ... I thought perhaps you would 
like to chat some more...?" 

Stevie swallowed at the lump in his throat. "I'm tired," he lied. "I'm going 
to bed." 

There was a moment of hesitation, then determinedly: "Very well, if that's 
the way you want it. Good night...!" 

"G-Good night," Stevie choked, exercising all of his restraint to keep from 
sitting down and bawling. 

Oh crap! There it was! She was already coming between him and his father, 
and they weren't even married yet! Venomously, he kicked off his shorts and 
climbed naked into his bed, switching the room immediately into darkness and 
wiping the tears from his eyes. 

Damn her! Oh, damn her! He didn't know how, but someway he was going to stop 
her! She was never going to sleep in his Mom's bed! He would think of 
something ... even if he had to go to his Dad and tell him what the guys all 
said she did to them ... only, suppose they were lying...? And even if they 
weren't, his father probably wouldn't believe him anyway ... not about a 
thing like that ... sucking their cocks ... and letting them feel of her 
naked cunt while she did it...! 

Man ... just thinking about that was making his own prick stiffen right out, 
and he reached down beneath the covers to take it in his hand, feeling it 
harden and jerk to his grasping fingers. A ripple of hot excitement raced 
from his groin into his belly at the envisioned picture of feeling up 
between the school nurse's shapely legs and touching her cunt. He had never 
touched a girl there, never even seen one except in dirty pictures, but he 
could imagine how it would feel with its soft pussy hair and everything...! 

Subconsciously, as he thought of Mrs. Lindsey's terrific legs in her mini 
uniform, and putting his hand up in under it to feel of her soft cunt, he 
began to stroke his hardened cock rhythmically, picking up speed to the 
mounting lewdness of his conjured mental pictures, until he fancied her all 
naked before him and sucking it hungrily! 

Then, with a frantic gesture, he leaned out of bed and sought one of his 
socks from the floor in the darkness and quickly jerked it down over his 
throbbing cock like a hood, sensing the mounting pressure rising up from his 
balls with a tremendous force, and he grunted aloud as he pumped his hot 
spurts of semen into the woolen sheath, pretending it was Mrs. Lindsey's 
pretty mouth...! 

After, like always, he was disgusted with himself, wondering shamefully if 
his Mom had been watching him from up "there." Dammit, if it hadn't been for 
that woman, Mom, I never would've done it! You know that! She's to blame! 
But don't you worry, I'll think of some way to stop her! I promise! She 
isn't ever going to sleep in your bed...! Not ever, ever...! 

 CHAPTER 4 

David sat alone in the Teacher's Lounge, going over some composition papers 
when Barbara walked in. As ever, the sight of her in her tight, 
leg-enhancing uniforms, gave him a lustful little start. He smiled, admiring 
her neat, unique upsweep of hair, the dark horn-rimmed glasses suggestive of 
an actress' prop, though he knew them not to be. Damn, she was beautiful...! 

"No, don't get up, David," she said, walking to the coffee urn and drawing 
herself a cup, then joining him in the opposite chair, the ladylike position 
of her adjoined calves and knees eliminating his direct view, even as it 
modishly revealed a good portion of her nylon-covered outer thigh. "I-I have 
something to say to you ... and it isn't going to be easy...." 

"Oh?" David heard himself respond, lowering the papers onto his long-legged 
lap, a nauseous little sensation glooming his abdomen. It was almost as if 
he knew what she were going to tell him before she began.... 

"For ... for reasons of my own ... reasons that I am unable to explain, 
David ... I can't marry you," she said softly, while he watched her 
beautiful mouth move, telling him exactly what he hadn't wanted to hear. A 
hurting lump had crept into his throat and he could only stare at her, a 
feeling of utter stupid emptiness washing through him. "I wish I could 
explain it all better ... but I can't. I-I'm terribly, terribly sorry, 
David...." 

He thought he detected a teardrop. He tried to think of something to say ... 
Christ, he'd never felt so goddamned inadequate in his life! 

Finally, he managed: "You ... you don't love me...? Is that it?" 

"I didn't say that! I couldn't say that ... not really ... because I don't 
know!" she replied sincerely. "I've only loved one man in my life ... and I 
never thought I could love another ... just as you explained to me your 
feeling for Janet. But ... but that's not the reason, David...." 

"Then what is it? Maybe I can help...?" he begged, leaning forward, certain 
of the tiny trickle of tears that were spilling from her eyes now. 

For a moment, Barbara even debated that, the possibility of unburdening her 
heart and soul to him, and finding in his strong and understanding love the 
needed strength and solace she had lost in Carl's wasteful death. But then, 
Stevie's handsome, desirable face burst into her brain and she shook her 
head decisively. 

"No ... you can't help, David darling!" She bolted to her feet. "No one can 
help! I'm sorry ... but please ... we better not see anymore of each 
other...! It'll be easier that way...!" 

She was actually crying as she tripped across the room to the doorway, not 
looking back when he called after her, and practically knocking Mr. Stern, 
the Principal, one side in her exit. 

"Well ... , " the stocky, little man said, pausing to pivot on his heels and 
gape after her. "What's with her, David...?" 

"Oh ... upset this morning, I guess," the lanky, gaunt faced English teacher 
said, managing a feeble grin, while his guts churned in their bath of 
miserable dejection. 

"Hmmm ... like my wife. She's going through the change, you know," he said, 
dragging his eyes away from Barbara's retreating figure and walking toward 
the coffee-urn. "Damned near impossible to live with ... but if she had legs 
like that...." He grinned over at David with a sly wink. "Anyway, I wanted 
to discuss the department curriculum with you, I have some definite ideas of 
my own, being an old English teacher, that I believe have merit...." 

* * * 

Orvie Gaylord was a two hundred and twenty-five pound, six-feet giant of 
nubbin-headed, barrel-chested muscle at sixteen, and the son of one of the 
more prominent state senators, a man who many thought was destined to be 
governor very soon. The boy was not as stupid as he looked, Stevie often 
reminded his buddies, and the fact that he had access to an unlimited supply 
of dirty pictures as well as pot entitled him to a few answers in a test now 
and then. After all, where would the gang be when they wanted a case of 
beer, or his father's hunting camp for their swinging parties if it weren't 
for Orvie? 

In truth though, Stevie was only talking, trying to keep it all going till 
the day, or night, when he would get up the courage to fuck Lottie Barker, 
or one of the other girls, after he'd smoked a joint with them. 

If, and when, he thought about it seriously, which he did a great deal 
lately, Stevie had decided it was all on account of his Mom's memory that he 
hadn't let himself go with the rest of the guys ... and the terrific thing 
about it was that they didn't cut him ... never put him down ... just seemed 
to understand. 

But there were times when he'd like to take a ball bat to old Orvie and club 
him right into the ground! One of them was right at that moment when they 
all stood in one corner of the gym in their trunks listening to Milo Wilson 
babble out a fantastic, if, exciting tale about Mrs. Lindsey seducing him 
the night before. Orvie was laughing and shaking his nubbin-head as if 
everything Milo said was a lie...! 

"I tell you she did!" Milo spat angrily. "She put my cock right up inside 
her cunt, fucked me, then sucked it off!" 

"Aw, come on, kid," Orvie belittled with a turn-away of his massive body. 
Then, coming back, he said: "Look the lady blew me right in her nurse's 
office. I had a pulled muscle from football and had to take my pants down. 
The next thing I know, she's got my cock out and sucking it! Okay? So I 
tried to feel of her pussy, but she wouldn't let me...." 

"I did!" Bart Carter put in. "I sure as hell did! I had my finger right up 
inside it the night I went to her apartment! You remember, Orvie, she caught 
me with all those dirty pictures and told me I had to come to her place? 
Well, right there on the couch ... she sucked me off and I fingered her 
cunt...!" 

"Yeah," Rocky Chalone laughed. "Big men. But did you ever actually look 
right up into her hole! 'Cause I did! She got up over me on the couch with 
her ass right in my face and I pulled her pants down and looked right up 
into it...!" 

"Bullshit!" Orvie exclaimed. "The only hole you've ever looked up is 
Lottie's!" 

It went on that way as Stevie backed away, his mouth falling open in utter 
astonishment. Crap, just listening to them talk was enough to stir his cock 
inside his jock. Man, he was thankful for that support right at the moment. 
At least, they couldn't see the way it was jerking and swelling. 

The first inkling of an idea was coming into his mind! Dad could never put 
it down ... never fight it ... not with the guys backing him! 

"Okay ... okay!" Orvie exclaimed, raising his hands for everyone to be 
quiet. "So we've had a ball with a nurse ... but have you guys ever stopped 
to think who was having the ball?" Shit, Stevie thought, Orvie wasn't so 
stupid. "That broad ... the nurse ... Mrs. Lindsey, is cutting her nuts at 
our expense! We're just her playthings ... and how come she got to you, 
Rock? Come on, tell us true...." 

"Well ... I ... what the hell, I guess everyone knows! I knocked up Shirley 
Rade, then took her to Mexico for a two-buck abortion. And maybe if she 
hadn't been killed in Barney Landers' car, I might have married her! She was 
a doll ... and I don't know how Lindsey found out about it, but she did ... 
I don't have to tell you guys that my pop is district court judge! How do 
you think that would've gone down in my house...?" 

Orvie laughed; Stevie didn't. 

"Okay guys," the big boy said, crowding in close with his arms outstretched 
like in a basketball huddle. "We have to do something! The pretty nurse 
Lindsey has too much on us ... and how do we know what she's going to do 
with it if she gets up tight? I'll tell you ... we don't. We don't! ... But 
it's time that we did! She's dynamite!" 

"Y-You got something in mind, Orvie?" Milo questioned thinking of his 
father. 

Orvie Gaylord laughed. "Yeah," he said. "I've got a real thing in mind ... a 
spectacular that delicious bitch could never shake off...!" 

Stevie heard all of their words only in the back of his mind. He could 
hardly believe that what they said was true. My God, his father ... his very 
own Dad was considering marrying the woman they were talking about! They 
were all lying, of course, making themselves sound bigger by convicting her, 
but in his own mind he was only concerned with the fact that she was trying 
to take his mother's place. 

She wouldn't! He would never let her! 

He had an idea of his own...! 

* * * 

David was not a drinker per se; a cocktail or an after dinner liqueur was 
generally his limit. His friends insisted that he could stretch one drink 
further than anyone they knew, and that he must hold some sort of record 
within the realm of sociable imbibers. He thought of them at that moment as 
he idly agitated the ice, scotch and water in the thin, narrow glass with 
the plastic stir rod. They might well change their opinions could they see 
him perched on a bar-stool in the Ming Tree, a Chinese operated bar with a 
Japanese motif, he mused sullenly. 

This was his fourth in an hour, and he had grand intentions of reaching a 
dozen, providing he could remain intact on the stool. He had called Stevie 
from school around five, suggesting he go the hamburger and Coke routine 
downtown, then take in a movie. There was money in the top-drawer of the 
bureau, and if he wanted he could invite a friend. In all sincerity, David 
wasn't certain that he could even endure the company of his own son that 
night, not in the aftermath of Barbara's shattering refusal to marry him. 

It had been a horrible day. A half-dozen times he had set out for her office 
to plead for reconsideration, but something of pride must have waylaid him 
in route, because he'd never made it, and by three-thirty he was more angry 
than crest-fallen. 

To hell with her! If her reasons, whatever they were, could be stronger than 
her feeling toward him, then it was best that they forget the whole 
goddamned affair. She was right! They shouldn't see anymore of each other! 
Love had to be a rooted, shared bond, so strong as to endure the stress of 
any conceivable problem ... such as Janet and he had enjoyed ... and in 
their relationship it undoubtedly did not exist ... at least from her 
standpoint. 

He sucked at his pipe, then swallowed from the glass. His mind had moved 
onto a velvety plane in the efficacy of the liquor. Actually, he didn't want 
to get drunk, only drown his anguish. He raised the glass again and drank 
heavily. Oriental music, faint and intriguing, seemed to exude from the 
mural walls and sky blue ceiling. The little toothy man behind the bar in 
his white jacket hustled industriously to keep David's compatriots down the 
leather seat counter in jovial contentment. They were six of them, three 
young typewriter-oriented girls in sexy mini things, and three older men 
beneath thinning, graying hair, flashing substantial green-bills of currency 
on the polished mahogany, as if it were something from a Monopoly game. 

They laughed often, the girls, and that was pleasing to David. They were, he 
decided, trying to show their male partners that they appreciated their 
company. He glanced in their direction to observe the men. The least of the 
three, a tall, gangly individual much as his own self, was nearing baldness 
and less than a shade from fifty ... maybe more. Her eyes were sunken and 
his thin-lipped mouth like a gash in a skull. But he smiled warmly and the 
girl beside him responded. Perhaps, she valued the two-hundred dollar suit, 
the twenty-five dollar shirt, the fifteen dollar tie he wore! 

David couldn't help but reflect upon his own appearance, his shoddy shoes 
and unpressed trousers, his wrinkled collar and outdated tie, his tweed 
jacket with its leather reinforced elbows. Christ, no wonder Barbara had 
shied away from him as if he were a virus! 

But ... clothes didn't make the man! he consoled himself. Three salesmen 
enticing girls and violating the principles of their families at home, 
didn't quite make them men! 

And what was he ? Any better or any worse ? At least, they accomplished 
their sexual goals ... or it would seem as so ... while he contemplated a 
journey into the metropolis to root out his whore...! 

He intended to go! His loins were fired in their need. It hardly made a 
difference any longer what Barbara might think, did it? ... Or what anyone 
thought.... 

"I'll eat your little cunt right up to your navel!...." David heard the 
masculine voice nearest him promise whisperingly as he watched them, the 
redheaded girl who could not have been over twenty clinging hotly to the 
fattest of the three men. 

"Do you like to eat pussy, Darling?" she hissed, her words carrying 
throughout the room above the stringy musical sounds raining down upon him. 

"Yours, Angel! I'll eat it like you never believed possible!" 

"Oh ... oh, you wild lover!" 

Goddamn! David cursed inwardly, her words ricocheting wildly in the rotunda 
of his skull! He drained his glass and the slender, smiling, toothsome boy 
stood before him. 

"Another," David said. 

"Velly well, velly well," the little fellow replied, bowing, then bowing 
again as he retrieved the glass. 

* * * 

Stevie didn't go to a movie. In fact, he didn't even call a friend to have 
hamburgers and Cokes with him; instead, he walked downtown by himself so 
that he could think, uninterrupted, his keen young mind functioning 
collusively as it fitted together the steps necessary to his scheme. It 
would work, he felt certain, and there would be no way that his Dad could 
ignore the results. The guys would back him, too, and that would be the end 
of Mrs. Lindsey altogether...! 

He had two hamburgers and a giant Coke at The Haven, then went back to the 
house and tried to watch TV, but couldn't concentrate on the program; his 
brain was too taken up with the exciting aspects of his lustful plan. He 
couldn't keep the mental visions of her doing all the things the guys had 
said that she did out of his thoughts ... sucking their cocks ... letting 
them put their fingers right up her cunt ... and old Milo actually fucking 
her! 

Man! His prick was rock-hard again, just thinking about it. He twisted in 
the chair to loosen the straining crotch of his pants, then pressured his 
hand against his swollen organ. Crap, imagine having a bitch like her for a 
stepmother? But he knew his father would never believe him if he told him 
... and that's why he had to do it! 

A sensation of emptiness echoed through his belly. Frig! Did he have the 
nerve to ... to trap her that way, then tell his father the whole thing ... 
how she seduced him and all about it...? Dammit, yes, he did if he had to 
... anything to keep her out of his Mom's bed! 

Only ... he didn't have to do it yet, Stevie satisfied himself, while he 
continued to rub his hardened cock through his pants. She hadn't agreed to 
marry his Dad to that point, and maybe she wouldn't ... then, he wouldn't 
have to do it at all ... but crap, he wished he had the guts ... he'd do it 
anyway...! Man ... her pretty mouth sucking his cock while he fingered and 
looked right up her cunt...! She'd get up over him the way she did with 
Rocky, with her ass above his face and he'd pull her panties down ... maybe 
he'd even stick his tongue in her pussy and stare at her naked little 
asshole while she sucked him...! 

Oh, frig, he had to do it to himself! He could hear his Dad's car if it came 
into the driveway...! Crap, he had to...! His prick was so hard it was 
beginning to hurt, and pretty soon his balls would start to ache if he 
didn't, he reasoned, switching out the light and taking out his handkerchief 
before unzipping his fly and releasing his rigid shaft of hot, boyish flesh. 

Then, he stretched out his legs and by the light from the TV screen, began 
to stroke his cock vigorously, while his brain conjured licentious scenes of 
Nurse Lindsey sucking him as he performed every lewd thing he could imagine 
on her...! 

* * * 

Barbara's day had been one of the most miserable she could remember. Alone 
in her little office, she had wept silently for two hours after telling 
David that she couldn't marry him; but as painful and disgusting were the 
vivid recollections of her depraved ravishing of Milo Wilson the night 
before ... perverted acts that she couldn't begin to hold in check once her 
lecherousness reared its ugly head ... and it was doubtful that she could 
ever change. 

The acceptance of that horrible fact had led her, sometime during 
mid-afternoon, to consider resigning her position and leaving Santa Lenora 
altogether. Though she had no intention of making a hasty decision, she had 
resolved to decide it that night, and there was small doubt in her mind what 
the outcome had to be. 

She thought about it now, sitting in her flimsy nightgown and negligee in 
the apartment living room, a third martini in her slender, delicate hand. 
She had ignored dinner entirely, the thought of food nauseous to her in her 
present mood, the effects of the gin and vermouth far more appetizing as 
well as consoling. 

Oh Carl ... Carl ... if only he were there to help her! God, she felt like 
throwing herself down and crying her heart out ... and probably she would if 
it would do any good! The truth of the matter was, that if she were not 
already in love with David Hamilton, she soon would be if she remained at 
the school, or even in Santa Lenora! To say that it was better for them not 
to see any more of each other was a simple thing, but to follow through with 
that platitude was another ... and she had to think of Stevie! 

Dear God, there was no question but what she couldn't any longer trust 
herself. Like the fabled vampire's curse, there was nothing she could do to 
stop it once the vile urge came over her ... and no pledge or vow she might 
make herself could ever endure long in that handsome darling's presence. In 
the end ... Lord, what would it be like in the end...? 

It had been so long since she'd had a normal sex act with a man ... since 
Carl ... and the odd part was that she'd had no desire that way ... only her 
young boy-cocks haunted her passion, practically driving her mad with desire 
... Even David, as much as she thought of him, hadn't aroused her libido ... 
not that it was impossible if he tried, but he hadn't ... and in a way that 
had surprised her, too. Though, she hardly knew what she would do if he had; 
it almost seemed as if she would be violating her Carl's memory...! 

God, what a weird sense of propriety she had developed! 

The thought of going to bed with a man was offensive, leaving her empty, but 
committing abnormal acts with and on his son could set her right off, and 
be-damned with the consequences! 

Suddenly, she drained her glass and poured another, her eyes puddling in the 
maze of her distressed thoughts. Oh Carl ... Carl ... what's going to happen 
to me? Please, help me...? Tell me what to do ... before it's too late...? 

 CHAPTER 5 

David was not staggering drunk when Barbara opened the door to his ring, but 
he was hardly feeling any pain, and to say the least, she was surprised to 
see him in that, or any condition, at all. 

"I ... I've got to talk to you, Barbara!" he said a bit thickly, his jacket 
hanging open, his tie slightly askew. "Please, may I come in...?" 

Momentarily, Barbara hesitated; then: "All right ... come in....Sit down, 
David. You've been drinking, haven't you," she said, rather than asked, 
reassuming her place on the couch across from the chair he chose to crumble 
into. 

"As they say in those lousy late movies on TV, I've been drowning my 
sorrows, and seemingly ... doing a damned poor job of it," he admitted, 
finding his pipe and sticking it between his teeth, as if its presence were 
necessary to bolster his confidence. "But then ... it seems I do a damned 
poor job at just about everything, don't I, Barbara...?" 

"If ... if you're referring to us, David, and ... and what I told you this 
morning ... it's not your fault," she said softly, realizing exactly what he 
was getting at, and why he had come. "M-my decision has nothing to do with 
you--" 

"Nothing to do with me?" he blurted, moving forward to the edge of his chair 
and snatching the pipe from his mouth. "How the hell can you say a thing 
like that? It has everything to do with me! Dammit, I'm in love with you, 
Barbara!" 

"Please, David ... don't make it any harder for me?" she said, getting 
aimlessly to her feet to move across the room and stare out the darkened 
window at the street below. She sensed him behind her ... and then his hands 
slipping around her waist, the warm presence of his strong, lean body 
immediately arousing a feeling of safety inside her. His gaunt hands clasped 
one another over the small bowl of her belly and he drew her back against 
him, kissing the crown of her head affectionately. 

"I don't want to make it difficult for you, Barbara," he half-whispered 
hoarsely. "I want to help you ... whatever it is....Don't you understand 
what I'm saying? I-I love you, baby ... I want you to be my wife...!" 

A wave of heartfelt emotion, the equal of which she had not known since 
Carl, washed through Barbara at the gentle sound and sincerity of his tone. 
She doubted that it was, but even if it were the liquor speaking, the effect 
it was having on her pain-filled conscience was like a soothing balm. He was 
Carl all over again, except for the enveloping aura of his pipe-tobacco, an 
aroma that seemed to spell security and loving depth of soul that made him 
David ... David Hamilton...! 

And then, she felt it! ... the masculine hardness of his penis stirring 
against the rounded globes of her scantily covered buttocks, inspiring a 
sensation of longing that she hadn't known in too, too long...! She let her 
small hands slide down to cover his, clasping them warmly. 

"Don't ask me questions, David darling," Barbara said in a whispering voice, 
tilting her head back against the broad shelter of his shoulder, her temple 
brushing against his chin. "I can't ... won't answer them....J-just hold me 
... think of us as already being husband and wife ... and we're in our own 
little honeymoon privacy ... just the two of us, with no one, nothing else 
in the world that matters...! M-make love to me, David, my darling...!" 

She turned, receptive in his arms, his brain reeling sensually at her 
seductive, sultry voice and the passion of her request. 

In the shadows of the sparsely lighted room, David looked down into the 
splendor of her beautiful face as she slipped her arms around his neck and 
pressed her lush body slowly, but pointedly against his own. He felt his 
cock suddenly straining in its self-hardened state against the soft give of 
her belly, and her pointed, full breasts flattening over the area of his 
chest. Those enchanting eyes were closed, and her soft, moist lips offered 
to him. 

He kissed them! He teased them! He ground his own eager mouth down onto hers 
with a sucking, nibbling, tongue-thrusting excitement he had forgotten 
existed, his big hands smoothing down her arched, hollowed, sheerly covered 
back to the full, rotund spheres of her delicious buttocks, caressing them 
hungrily until his long fingers clutched and drew her loins breathlessly 
against him, his hardened cock furrowing into the softness of her belly. 

"I love you, David Hamilton!" she gasped when he raised his face to absorb 
her beauty. "I never thought I could love a man again ... but I do ... I 
love you!" 

David could only listen and marvel at the words of intoxication tumbling 
from her lips. He hardly believed that it was happening. Less than an hour 
before he was a dejected, angry man ... and now? ... he was a lover, with 
his own true darling offering herself to him...! And she was, he knew! 

He scooped her up tenderly in his arms, thinking as he gaped down at her 
loveliness, frills and lace, that she weighed less than a little pet dog he 
and Janet had once owned. 

Janet? No! He didn't want to think of her ... wouldn't! Barbara was smiling 
into his face. She whispered: "You're going to do things to me, aren't you, 
darling?" 

He kissed her. "I'm going to make love to you ... if that's what you mean!" 

"I know ... and I want you to, lover! I want you to fuck me until I can't 
see straight! " 

Following the utterance of the four-letter word, she kissed him while he 
carried her to the bedroom, but the vile and beautiful sound of it falling 
so freely from her delicate lips made his cock leap excitedly as wild jolts 
of enchantment charged from his groin into his belly to ripple back and 
forth there. 

Christ, he loved her! 

He lowered her gently onto the bed, then took a step backward to view her 
absolute beauty. Damn, she was a goddess of some sort...! 

"You undress, darling, while I do!" she whispered, sitting up to remove her 
peignoir as he stood there. Then, he threw off his jacket and tore at his 
tie, his eyes fastened upon the enrapturing body she revealed to him with a 
charm he could only measure by his bought girls ... except that she was the 
woman he loved, and he would never have to go to whores again! 

She lie back, her luscious breasts doing little enticing things of a dancing 
motion before they fell, each, to one side pointedly, her legs slightly 
raised in reception, but spread without being obscene, until he could see 
the ravishing, hair-ornamented delight of her loins and the pink, slightly 
throbbing split of her waiting cunt! 

He kicked off his shorts, his cock slashing the air wildly as she raised a 
bit to look at him, then fell back with a gasp of breath. 

"Love me good, darling!" she gasped. "Oh God, David, please love me 
good...!" 

Love me good? Christ! he swore in his head as he crawled onto the bed. He'd 
love her till she couldn't breathe! He already loved her to the point of 
distraction! His goddamned cock was so hard it didn't have any feeling! He'd 
kill himself and her too! 

He climbed half onto her and kissed her, feeling her tongue darting into his 
mouth sensuously. He'd never believe it was happening ... not really ... not 
really, really...! 

Barbara refused to think. To concentrate, to imagine herself lying prone and 
open, offering herself to this wonderful man ... or any man; if she thought 
about it. It seemed sacrilegious! Yet, as he came onto the bed and engulfed 
her into his arms, she pressed her thigh up against his loins, feeling the 
weeping moisture from his cock against her flesh from its turgid, rubbery 
head! 

"Oh ... oohhhh God, David! I-I ... I want to know every inch of you!" she 
hissed, running her fingers through his hair, her breath warm and sweet in 
his face. 

He lay on top of her and she kissed him, darting her tongue up into his 
mouth as he moved his big hands down beneath her to the smoothness of her 
buttocks, cradling the soft, round spheres in his palms and splayed fingers. 
She clung tightly to him, running her hands exploringly over his lean, hard 
flesh, searching eagerly into the private hollows of him. Her head swam with 
the thrilling delight of the moment ... with the anticipation of her 
fulfillment to come. Dear God, how she needed him ... how she was always 
going to need him ... how she would love him forever and ever and ever...! 

His cock pressed majestically against her loins, its generous head splitting 
the narrow, hair-lined slit between her cunt-lips, lying poised and ready, 
as if it might plunge into her at any second of its own accord. The though 
induced her to lift her hips suddenly, raising both of them and she wedged 
her hands between their bodies, using her fingertips to spread her moist, 
fleshy vaginal lips more open to him, offering an even greater tensing 
contact for his cock with her velvety, sensitive cuntal flesh; then she 
dropped back onto the bed again. 

David's brain continued to swirl from the erotic enchantment of her nakedly 
inviting body. Damn, he had forgotten it could be like this! ... that a man 
could completely lose all sense of perspective when he lay between the legs 
of a beautiful woman! ... especially the woman he loved! He trailed his 
hands over the soft curves of her naked body hungrily, while she began a 
slow, rhythmic undulation with her hips and buttocks; he could feel the long 
smooth muscles and cords beneath her white, silken flesh ripple lightly, 
indicating a hidden, unexpected strength he would not have imagined. In his 
lust-fused mind he could feel those soft, but powerful, sinews of her thighs 
gripping at his back when he buried his anxious cock inside her belly. 

Barbara whimpered, catlike, and mashed her lips against his, writhing her 
smooth belly tightly up to him, her long nails beginning to gently rake the 
flesh of his back as he drew her impassioned loins up closer to his own. He 
tasted the delicious nectar of her desire-heated mouth and he began to move 
up and down slowly, the insinuated full length of his hardness massaging her 
widespread cunt-slit with its soft, hair-lined lips wrapped so warmly and 
damply around his cock, and growing more viscid with every passing second; 
he felt her firm, rounded buttocks tauten and relax in his hands as she 
began a more frantic rotation up against his genitals, until at last, her 
legs shot out wide to the left and right of his lean, grinding hips and 
thighs, her calves returning to encircle and press against the backs of his 
legs, pulling and locking him tighter into her. 

"Ooohhhh ... now, David ... now! Fuck me, darling ... please...! Fuck me 
before I go mad!" she groaned against his lips, her panting breath hot in 
his face, her slender hand darting down between them to grasp his throbbing 
cock and guide it further into her between the fleshy, hair-fringed lips of 
her moist, quivering cunt passage. 

David grunted loudly at her touch, unable to hold himself back any longer, 
and with a decisive movement of his hips, drove his hardened cock-shaft with 
a resounding smack deep into the grasping hot mouth of her hungrily sucking 
vagina. 

"Ooohhhhhhh!" Barbara moaned pleasurably under him, while the amazing 
tightness of her moist, velvety passage-walls sheathed his sensitive, 
steel-hard spear of flesh with a skilled muscle control that raised another 
guttural grunt of delight from deep in his throat. 

He thrust eagerly, sending his long, aching cock up into her warm tight cunt 
with a passionate force, whipping her breath away as he plunged into her, 
the flow of her lubricating secretions easing the way with every pummeling 
stroke, until at last the blood-engorged head of his thick member struck 
bottom, his balls slapping hard between the smooth rounded cheeks of her 
excitedly clenching ass. 

Barbara whimpered with the sensations of pleasure his heavy cock immediately 
brought her, even as she writhed under him in a brief moment of pain when 
its bloated head solidly nudged her cervix, and her whimper became an 
unmistakable cry that seemed to incite his mounting lust. He drove harder, 
his almost sadistic reaction surprising her as he ground his pelvis into her 
soft loins ... surprising and feeding her own masochistic need with his 
flexing of its swollen head at the apex of his thrust ... again and again 
... until finally he paused and just lie there, his splendid cock filling 
the tingling, wanting cavity between her legs. 

He kissed her then, his big, wonderful hands caressing and squeezing her 
swollen breasts deliriously, his man-tongue searching her mouth, the 
desire-influenced taste of his hot, masculine breath an almost forgotten 
ecstasy to her. She sucked at his tongue while she smoothed her hands over 
him possessively, licentious fermentations of erotic joy saturating her 
whole naked body. 

God! She did love him! She did! He was Carl all over again ... perhaps even 
more Carl than the Carl she dreamed her dead husband had been! The strength 
of him was flowing through her sensual body by way of his grand cock 
entombed in her belly, and little purring sounds of servitude tumbled 
unrestrainedly from her voraciously sucking mouth as she lay beneath him, 
completely and wantonly subjugated to his smallest whim, entirely impaled on 
his beautiful, lust-hardened rod of love-flesh, probing the very intricate 
depths of her warm, soft vaginal channel! 

Oh God, he was so absolute! There was no question but what he owned her 
completely at that very moment! She could never remember being so dominated 
... so loved ... so totally a possession, and the enchanting sensation was 
stimulating a vein of masochism she had never realized was a part of her! 
God, she would marry him ... she would ... she would! 

David's liquor-drenched brain could barely cope with the carnal bliss 
immersing it! It still didn't seem possible that what was taking place was a 
reality! He would wake up soon and it would be all over ... except that his 
cock would be like a fence-post ... yet, no! It was wholly buried inside her 
belly ... between her legs ... in the magnificent sucking channel of her 
cunt ... his Barbara's ... and those were her breasts he was squeezing and 
fondling ... her belly he lay upon ... her hot mouth he was kissing! 

Christ! She had truly given herself to him! She loved him ... asked him to 
fuck her, just like that ... fuck me until I can't see straight! ... 
Goddamn! They were going to be so happy ... so beautifully happy...! 

"Oh darling, darling...!" he heard her choke passionately...."I love you! I 
want to marry you, David! Please ... I want to...!" she gasped, her words, 
her thoughts confused in her ecstasy, he knew, but she meant them, and 
nothing else mattered! 

"We'll be the happiest people in the world!" he hissed down at her. 

"And we'll do this ... every morning and ... and every night?" she gasped. 

"And all day Sunday!" 

"I'll suck it for you, darling!" Barbara exclaimed. "Whenever you want me to 
... and even when you don't!" 

"Oh ... oh Christ!" David choked, beginning a series of flexing, cock-head 
actions once more, and raising a sequence of gurgling moans from between her 
impassioned, gnashing teeth. 

She labored tautly up against him and he ground harder into her hot, moist 
flesh, sensing her arch her loins cravingly up to him, again lifting both of 
their bodies from the bed while she whimpered incessantly and he began his 
thrusting cock-tempo once more. 

"I love you!" he hissed at her. 

"And ... and ... I love you, my darling!" she confessed in her 
lust-throttled whisper. 

He felt her smooth feminine legs tighten and release around his hips, as she 
started to work up and down industriously on his rigid pole of cock-flesh 
with her clasping pussy, until they had established a mutual cadence and her 
head started to loll in an ungovernable pattern from side to side, while her 
mouth opened and closed in fantastic abandon! 

"Oh David ... Darling, Darling ... promise you'll never leave me! I need you 
so...!" she gasped in her mounting passion. Ooohhhh ... your wonderful cock 
... I can feel it way up in my belly! Oh ... oh God, Lover, do ... do more! 
Make me your woman ... your slave! Ooohh ... put your ... your finger in my 
bottom! Please ... hurry...!" she begged wantonly. 

Her plea set off a maddening current of sensations within him, causing a new 
tremor of licentiousness to race furiously to his prick, his brain, and his 
groping hands. He searched in under her to the widespread crevice separating 
her rounded buttocks, while he pounded his ever-growing cock into the soft 
dampness of her seething cunt. 

He sought her tiny, hairless anus with his middle finger, trailing along the 
velvety smoothness of the undulating furrow, finding it without difficulty 
... and finding it wet and pulsating from a thin rivulet of warm moisture 
that had dribbled down from where his cock pleasurably stroked into her. She 
shivered in lascivious delight as he taunted the puckered little mouth, 
further lubricating the tiny orifice with the balled pad of his long, index 
finger before teasing and probing it with the firm tip. 

David sensed her smooth rounded ass press back onto the stiffened digit 
while he pushed into it, surprised at first at its resistance ... until 
abruptly, it popped, its elastic ring of spongy flesh seeming to open like a 
small mouth to absorb and fish-like suck his thick finger inside to the 
first knuckle joint. She lurched beneath him, almost as though she were 
trying to escape the invasion, but he knew different. 

"Oh ... ooohhhh, God ... yessss, Darling! A-All the way ... more ... oh ... 
all the way, Lover...!" 

David felt nothing short of barbaric in the overwhelming salacity she was 
firing in him. Christ, not with Janet, his whores, or any woman he could 
remember had he known such lascivious passion! His brain was a saturated 
sponge of lust! He thrust his imbedded finger further up into her hotly 
clasping rectal passage, while simultaneously increasing the stroke of his 
pillaging cock into the warm, lubricious channel of her cunt, feeling her 
soft smooth rectal walls the length of his long probing finger to the palm 
of his hand, raising a choking erotic groan from the depths of her white 
slender throat. 

She skewered her buttocks shamelessly onto his extended finger that was 
searching, thrusting, circling the rubbery sanctuary of her nether-channel, 
seeming to revel on its unnatural presence as he rotated it experimentally, 
massaging the spongy walls, feeling the in-and-out thrusts of his solid cock 
through the thin, fleshy partition separating the two intimate canals ... 
feeling his rigid prick with his exploring, pummeling finger, and his finger 
against the sensitivity of his charging, aching organ. 

Christ, he thought wildly, what a woman she was! He'd never dreamed that her 
beautiful body could have contained such a hidden libidinous drive; damn ... 
was he man enough for her...? Already his balls had begun to churn and a 
massive pressure had started to build in his groin! But he couldn't fail her 
... that would certainly spell the end of everything for them! 

He tried to establish a combination tempo of finger and cock, until he was 
fucking into her with furious unison, while she moaned and writhed 
unceasingly in under him. He felt her spread her long white legs to the 
fullest, allowing him complete access in his salacious ravishment of her 
open pussy ... and suddenly, he sensed his cock expanding more and more ... 
growing inside her vagina toward that ultimate moment when it would erupt 
like a boiling volcano ... its ever increasing, needlelike pressure mounting 
unbelievably in his bloated balls that were smacking in a steady cadence 
between her moist, working buttocks and against his own probing hand with 
its finger buried far into the secret delight of her rectum. 

Oh damn ... he couldn't last much longer! She was just too much for his 
unpracticed staying power! God, he didn't want to disappoint her ... not 
this, their first time ... but ... but his cock was ready to shatter with 
the load he was going to blow through it! 

He began pounding into her with longer, harder strokes, while his finger 
wormed into and fucked her desperately clasping back-passage frenziedly. She 
gripped him tight over his back with her shapely, white legs, her face 
contorting in a frantic mask of animal lust, and he hoped dazedly that she 
was getting ready to cum. He just couldn't last another minute...! 

David heard her little whimpering moans then, tiny guttural sounds that were 
raising into her throat, and he felt her strong, clasping thighs opening and 
closing around him as she thrust upward onto his cock and backward onto his 
finger to the tempo of his merciless ravaging of her loins. 

"Oooohhhh ... harder, Darling! Fuck harder ... harderrr!" Barbara coughed, 
driving her heels into the hard flesh of his back. Abruptly, she drew her 
legs back higher, locking her ankles over his broad shoulders, presenting 
him with the full, widespread plain of her beautiful, upraised genitals, her 
eyes and teeth locked tightly together, as her lovely face twisted and 
strained in the first throes of orgasm. 

"Oohhh ... oh Goddd, David...! I'm cuummmmiinnnngggg...!" 

Barbara whimpered, cried out, then actually screamed, pulling her thighs 
back tighter, thrusting her hungrily sucking vaginal slit up at him with 
bruising force, her mouth falling open loosely, her nostrils flaring, 
choking gasps tumbling from her lips as she screwed her loins up onto his 
cock and clung there while the hot, moist walls of her vagina milked at his 
swollen, driving member like the mouth of a starving child. 

Her ecstasy triggered David's climax as he continued to hammer into her, 
feeling her cunt-walls secrete their warm bath around his pistoning cock, 
flooding his shaft, balls, and hand, her soft and velvety rectal flesh 
grasping and working convulsively at his buried finger. And as she jerked 
and squirmed beneath him, spasming wildly, the mouth and lips of her cunt 
drawing at him feverishly, her breathing labored in short, deep gasps, he 
sensed his own hot sperm racing the length of his prick in stimulating 
rapture, racking his lean frame as it spurted from the tip of his cock far 
up into her velvety, clasping passage. 

It squirted and gushed in splashing jets, delighting Barbara's craving belly 
as she thrust her loins up tightly against his jerking pelvis, his 
magnificent pumping cock tripping her insatiable lust even a second time. 

"Oh ... oh God! Don't stop, Lover! Fuck me hard ... oohhhh! I'm 
cuuummmiiiinnnngggg againnnnn ... eeeiiiggghhh...!" she shrieked, her thighs 
quaking, her belly trembling with her second climax from the unleashed pool 
of warm pleasure he was spilling into her ... until at last, David slumped, 
heavily relaxed on top of her, easing his finger from her rectum with a 
damp, hissing sound, while Barbara encircled him possessively inside her 
caressing arms. 

She sighed chokingly from deep in her chest, her legs slowly falling limp, 
while her heart pounded against his breast. At last, she had been fulfilled 
again in normal sex ... and oh God, how fulfilling...! It ... it was going 
to be all right! Yes ... yes ... yes! It was going to be beautiful for 
them...! 

 CHAPTER 6 

When Stevie heard David whistling in the bathroom that morning while he 
showered and shaved, a feeling of helplessness clawed at the cavity of the 
boy's belly. His father wasn't given to outward emotional displays, 
regardless of his inner feelings be they good or bad, and to his knowledge 
he had never heard the man whistle, except when he was trying to fix some 
broken mechanical thing ... It meant only one answer! His Dad was supremely 
happy over something, and the dreaded thought of what that something was, 
sliced through Stevie like the keen-edged blade of a knife! Mrs. Lindsey 

...that goddamned woman had agreed to marry him...! 

It wasn't long before he learned how accurate his guess had been. Generally, 
they grabbed a quick breakfast at home, but that morning his father took him 
downtown to a restaurant for pancakes and sausage, Stevie's favorite. 
Halfway through the meal, when his taste buds were blotting out all else, 
his Dad had said: 

"Your going to have a new mother, Stevie! It's all settled. Barbara has 
agreed to marry me! So ... can I count on you to accept her as my wife ... 
your new mother?" 

It seemed almost as if the food had turned rancid in Stevie's mouth, or that 
suddenly he was bloated full, because he couldn't have eaten another bite if 
his life had depended on it. He gaped at his grinning father across the 
table, all of the things he wanted to blurt at him stifled by the mouthful 
of food near-choking him ... and by the time he had swallowed it away, and 
his father had talked on, unleashing more of his exuberance, Stevie feared 
that he might vomit. 

David was quite conscious of the effect his final announcement was having on 
his son, but he had no intention of trying to soften the blow or coddle the 
boy. In his estimation, Stevie was being totally selfish and unrealistic 
about it, and to indulge him, David felt, would be the equivalent of 
admitting to irreverence of Janet's memory, which couldn't be further from 
the truth. 

Their coming marriage was a fact now; only the date had to be set, and there 
wasn't a happier man in the world! Now, it was up to his son to see and 
understand this, and above all, to accept it as inevitable. 

In his normal manner, David carried on light conversation as he drove them 
to school, not dwelling on the marriage issue but covering the usual things 
such as the sport scene and the like that they always bantered back and 
forth. It was, in fact, a one-sided conversation, with little more than 
grunts emitting from the boy's handsome, tight-lipped face, but David 
absolutely refused to acknowledge his obvious embitterness. Might as well 
get it settled in his young mind once and for all ... he was going to have a 
beautiful new mother ... and he, himself, was going to have a magnificent 
new wife...! Damn, he couldn't rid his mind for more than a moment at a time 
of how lustfully breathtaking her lovemaking the night before had been! 

It wasn't going to happen! ... Stevie kept repeating within to himself long 
after he'd left his father in the school parking lot and walked dazedly 
along in a numbed rage, either avoiding or ignoring his buddies as his brain 
functioned insidiously. A half-dozen times he had nearly spat out everything 
he knew about her to his dad, but somehow, he'd kept hold of himself, 
realizing that he never would have been believed, and in the end he probably 
would only have brought on his unwitting parent's indignation. No ... there 
was only one way to handle it now ... He would resort to his plan! The 
realization that he had no choice but to entrap her, just as she had done to 
a score of the guys, caused a galvanic sensation of apprehension mixed with 
stimulating and racy excitement to charge through him. 

Man, was he capable of it...? Would he turn chicken when the time came...? 
Supposing she didn't come on like she had with Orvie, Milo and Rocky...? 
What then...? 

Crap, she had to! It was the only way he could figure to stop her ... and he 
had to do that for his dead Mom's sake...! 

* * * 

It had been a long time since Barbara had looked upon a beautiful new day 
with a feeling of absolute normalcy permeating her whole being! She was in 
love again! Truly in love, and God, with such a wonderful man ... and 
dynamic lover! 

There was no question in her mind now but what, with the strength of David's 
love, she could renew her sacred pledge and keep it! She would never again 
seduce, or attempt to seduce another boy ... or man, though the latter never 
had been her problem, had it? But it was over and done ... behind her; a new 
and magnificent world of enchantment had been opened to her, while the 
ugly-headed monster that had been her curse had fallen before the mighty 
lance of her St. George...! 

Barbara smiled as she busied herself industriously around her small, 
school-office ... smiled in blushing excitement at the allegory she had just 
drawn. It was a mighty lance that her gallant, jovial St. George possessed, 
wasn't it? A tiny shiver of delight rippled upward along her spine. God, she 
had hardly been able to get to sleep the night before with the ravishing 
memorable feel of it buried so deeply in her needing loins. And to think of 
it right at that moment was enough to set her off in a sensuous tizzy. 
Again, a slight tremor of arousal danced up the smooth flesh of her back and 
she felt the moisture dampening her panties between her warm thighs. 

Lord, this was no time for carnal meditation, she admonished herself 
happily, pleased that the mere thought of her lover and future husband could 
do such rapturous things to her. Oh, they were going to be so happy ... and 
she would make Stevie a good and proper mother. She would! She felt certain 
of it now ... now that her darling St. George had rescued her.... 

The tapping on her door interrupted her buoyant absorption. 

"Come in," she said pleasantly, seating herself behind her desk, an 
unexpected flustering in her belly making its immediate presence known when 
she recognized Milo Wilson. Forcefully, she straightened, offering him a 
reserved smile. "What-what is it, Milo?" 

The boy returned her smile with a hesitant one of his own. "My ankle, Mrs. 
... Bar ... Mrs. Lindsey," he stammered, as if debating his right to use her 
first name the way she had instructed him only two nights before. 

Barbara caught it, of course, the lurid stupidity of her weakest moments 
flashing little bulbs of self-anger in her brain. Her smile faded and she 
stood....Must keep complete control of this situation! Nothing has ever 
happened! Nothing...! 

"Did you twist it again?" she questioned, moving around the desk. 

"Yeah, I did ... this morning on the way to school," he said. "I stepped on 
a little stone...." 

"Well, let's have a look at it," Barbara said, pleased with the professional 
manner she had quickly been able to assume. "Come over here and sit down." 
She pushed the chair forward, watching him hobble toward it, actually 
gratified to see that it was quite swollen once more. At least, he hadn't 
pretended just to find a reason to come see her. And God knows, they had too 
often done that the morning after, or as soon as they mustered the courage, 
hoping to arrange another little orgy, which many times they had....But not 
this day! "Here, let me see," Barbara said confidently, dropping to her 
haunches to remove his shoe and sock. 

Milo stared down at her with excited, if pain-filled eyes, the sight of her 
tiny uniform-skirt drawing up high on her white, nylon-covered thighs that 
she was holding demurely together making his cock jerk inside his pants, the 
same thighs she had spread wide apart so that he could see her cunt! Crap, 
was it true? Had it happened...? 

"You've really wrenched it this time, young man," she was saying as she 
examined the swollen, purplish area with her delicate fingers, while mean 
jolts of pain shot up his leg all the way to his brain. "Well ... I may have 
to send you home to your father for this. He'll want to take an X-ray, Milo, 
but in the meantime, we'll pack it in ice and see if we can get some of the 
swelling down...." 

She went on to say more, but he hardly listened. He realized that he'd been 
a nut to twist his ankle on purpose like he had, but frig, he had to have a 
reason for coming to her office....He hadn't slept for two nights just 
thinking about her and the way she'd fucked and sucked him! His cock was 
sore and his groin ached continuously, he'd jerked off so many times since. 
Anyway, he had to tell her what Orvie intended to do! Crap, he loved her too 
much to let anything like that happen...!"Roll up your pant leg, Milo, and 
put your foot and ankle down in this tub of ice-water," Barbara ordered, 
setting the heavy container before him with a puffing little grunt, then 
smiling up at him. "That was heavy, dear." 

Dear! She'd called him dear! Crap, it'd been worth it all right! He'd break 
his leg right off to get next to her again! He said: 

"Maybe I better take 'em off ... my pants, I mean....It'll be easier, won't 
it...?" 

Barbara read the look in his excited eyes, its presence firing an unwanted 
fermentation through her loins and belly to add fuel upon the licking flames 
that thoughts of David had already rekindled there. She swallowed to rid the 
dryness from her rapidly parching throat. The first test! ... she reasoned 
confusedly, her mind uncontrollably filling with lecherous mental visions of 
his handsome young body ... and cock! 

"No! No, Milo...!" she said sharply. "That won't be necessary. Just roll up 
your pant-leg...!" 

"Y-yes ma'am! Yes ma'am!" 

* * * 

At ten-thirty, David went to Barbara's office and insisted she join him for 
a coffee-break in the lounge. 

"Oh, darl ... David, I have a young patient with a sprained ankle," Barbara 
replied, elated by just the sight of him. 

"Milo...?" David said, entering the room and squatting before the boy. "Hey 
... this is nasty...." 

"Yes, I think his father will probably want to take X-rays," Barbara said. 
"I want to get some of the swelling down first" 

"It doesn't look broken," David said, looking close. "I have a feeling for 
these things, Milo....I played so much basketball and football." 

"Yes sir," Milo replied, watching the looks that passed between them with 
growing bitterness. Goddamn her! She was doing it with him too! She was 
doing it with everybody! He swallowed at the basketball-sized lump growing 
in his throat.... 

"Listen, I want to take your nurse for coffee, okay?" David said, springing 
to his feet. 

"What...! Oh sure ... sure...." 

"You'll be okay for twenty minutes, eh?" David grinned gauntly. 

"Heck yes ... of course I will, Mr. Hamilton. You sonofabitch! 

Milo felt like bawling when they walked out the door together. His ankle 
pained severely, and he'd done it all for her, gritting his teeth and just 
turning it over on purpose! Now, they were talking about X-rays and his old 
man! Shit! The bitch! The dirty bitch! She was a two-timer, all right! He 
hadn't ought to tell her one thing about Orvie's plans ... and he wouldn't 
unless she started to act the way she had the other night! He wouldn't! 
Maybe, Orvie and Rocky were right about her! She just wanted to suck 
boy-cocks and get the poor guys in the bag to her! Goddamn her! He'd show 
her! He would! She couldn't do that to him...! 

* * * 

"Are you happy, Angel?" David whispered as only he could, Barbara thought. 
She thought further of the passionate delights that had swept her up in a 
wave of unequaled beauty in her lifetime, giving all due respect to Carl, 
yet, knowing this lanky, wonderful man in his tattered tweeds offered any 
girl everything she ever dreamed of! 

She reached over the table and took his hands. "I'm happy, David! You made 
me happy last night!" 

"Damn! You were breathtaking!" he gasped. 

"Easy, darling, teachers are watching...." 

"Who cares? You're going to be my wife ... and dammit, let's not make that 
too far off!" 

Barbara laughed. It was really a subterfuge and she knew it. Her mind was 
immersed in its evil, too-long, steeped perversions! She could not help but 
think of Milo sitting placidly waiting back in her office, or of the 
licentious acts she had committed with him. She thought of him wanting to 
take his trousers off, then felt the moisture between her legs against her 
panties again. David smiled, and perhaps that was all she needed! It wasn't 
going to happen ... ever, ever again! 

"God ... why can't we go someplace right now!" she hissed, clutching at his 
big hands. "I want to make love to you!" 

Barbara saw his cheeks flush and was surprised. He caught her hands inside 
of his. "Tonight ... after the faculty meeting," he said. "I'll come to your 
place...." 

"No! No, not tonight!" she replied, having no reason for saying it, except 
that he had seemingly shied on her for a moment. 

"Why not?" 

"I have other plans...." she lied. "Maybe, tomorrow night." 

"Wow! Okay. Does that mean you're angry?" 

"Of course not," Barbara answered, smiling. "How could I get angry with you, 
darling?" 

"I hope you can't! We need you ... Stevie and I...." 

Stevie! God, at that very moment she could eat him alive with his blond hair 
and handsome face! Oh God! Where was St. George but sitting right across 
from her! Courage, Barbara, courage! You've whipped it! All that's left is 
in the proving! She said: 

"I have to get back, darling. Milo is sitting there, remember?" 

"Poor lad," David grinned. "Okay, I understand. But first, where do you want 
to honeymoon?" 

"Oh God! I don't know! Surprise me, David!" 

"All right, I will. I'll surprise you happily a thousand times, little 
girl!" 

She stared at him for a long moment. "Yes," she answered finally. "I know 
you will ... you will!" 

* * * by mid-morning, Stevie had worked himself into such a virulent, if 
fear-filled state of rancor toward the school nurse, Barbara Lindsey, that 
he felt he could no longer bear it. Above all was his self-distrust in the 
carrying out of his scheme when that licentious moment finally came ... he 
would go jellyfish ... as sure as crap, he would...! He didn't have the 
guts! He didn't even have the poop to shove it in old Lottie, and every guy 
in the school had done that...! 

It was during Phy-Ed that he realized he couldn't stand it any longer ... he 
had to talk to her ... beg her not to marry his Dad...! And at least, that 
would be making one last attempt before he resorted to the other, he 
satisfied himself after he had told Coach Willows that he'd pulled a hip 
muscle playing basketball and wanted to go up to the nurse. 

Hesitantly, he stood before her closed door for a full minute screwing up 
enough courage to knock; then, heard her say: "Come in," in that sultry 
voice of hers. 

"Stevie...!" she exclaimed in surprise, her lovely face brightening in a 
radiant smile. "Now what can I do for you?" 

Stevie hardly knew what he expected, but for some reason her warm attitude 
took him aback. The shock though was seeing Milo sitting there with his 
naked foot in a pan of water. 

"Hi," the dark-haired boy grunted, as if he weren't too happy at his 
friend's arrival. Then, with a half-grin: "I sprained it again, and man, 
does it hurt." 

"It's a nasty wrench," Barbara informed, glancing down at it; then, looking 
back at Stevie: "Is there something wrong, Stevie?" 

"What...? Oh, no ... that is, I can see that you're busy," the blond boy 
stammered, backing toward the door. "I-I just pulled a hip muscle was all 
... but it'll be okay...!" 

"No, I'm not busy, Stevie. Milo's just sitting there trying to get rid of 
some swelling. There's nothing more I can do for him," Barbara informed 
seriously. "You come into the other room and let me see what...." 

"No ... it'll be okay," Stevie insisted, backing out the doorway while Milo 
sat grinning at him. "It'll be fine ... no kidding!" 

"Wait, Stevie...!" Barbara tried, moving around her desk toward him, but 
like that, he was gone, and by the time she reached the doorway and looked 
down the corridor she could see him running, until he disappeared. In 
bewilderment, she drew back inside and slowly closed the door, unable to 
fathom his confusing actions. Then, she saw the grin on Milo's young face. 
"What strikes you as being so funny, Master Wilson?" 

Milo snickered. "Him ... Stevie....Like he didn't expect to find me here, 
Mrs. Lindsey ... know what I mean? I think he had plans." 

"Plans?" Barbara repeated, not certain that she at all liked the expression 
on her young patient's face, nor the obvious meaning of his remark. Yet, she 
couldn't help the little sensation of excitement it set off inside her 
either, but she had no intentions of letting this boy know that. "I don't 
believe I quite grasp your meaning, Milo." 

"Awww ... come on, Mrs.--Barbara," Milo said, a feeling of 
what-did-he-have-to-lose courage starching his backbone. When it all boiled 
down, he had her as much over a barrel as she had him! Besides, how could 
she ever prove that he'd had that joint in his pocket, and even if he 
couldn't make anyone believe what she'd done to him, just the stink it would 
make in Santa Lenora would finish her! Though, that wasn't what he wanted; 
to do it all over again, that was what he wanted...!" ... Remember...? You 
said you'd be my girl friend ... and that we'd do more things like we 
did...!" 

"Stop that talk, Milo! Stop this instant!" Barbara snapped in a hissing 
voice. "And don't ever call me Barbara again! My name is Mrs. Lindsey...!" 

"But you said...." 

"I never said anything, young man! I don't even know what you're talking 
about! But I am certain that I don't like what I just heard!" she spat at 
him, steeling herself, determined to overwhelm him by sheer adult brass. 
"And if I were you, Master Wilson, I wouldn't forget that the penalty for 
possessing marijuana could quickly land you in juvenile hall ... and my word 
would be all that was necessary!" 

Milo sensed the sudden spurt of courage he had enjoyed draining from him. 
She seemed so friggin' confident! Maybe, she knew something he didn't; 
maybe, they'd just laugh at him if he told the truth! That's the way adults 
were ... like a great big pack of wolves doing whatever they wanted, and 
protecting each other, while at the same time they told their kids all the 
"rights" and "wrongs!" He stared at her as she turned away ... stared at the 
way her mini-uniform conformed to the rounded moons of her buttocks ... the 
same ass-cheeks he had seen naked ... like her legs and tits and cunt! She 
was all finished with him! He'd tortured his ankle for nothing! Crap, he 
could bawl! 

He watched her sit down at her desk, back to him, and begin to fumble with 
papers. Goddamn her! All right! He'd do what Orvie wanted him to do! He 
would ... and she deserved it! He'd teach her to lie to him! She wasn't his 
girl friend at all...! 

Barbara stared at her log-book, finally beginning to write in a fine hand as 
the events of the last few minutes raced through her mind. Above all, was 
the fact that she was confidently aware of her ability to suppress the 
lecherous agitations Milo's presence had raised in her. God, she could have 
done whatever she wanted to him! He'd expected her to! And the dampness 
against her panties was still a profound reminder of her salacious drive ... 
but she had truly beaten it! This time, she would keep her vow ... could 
keep it, because she had David! 

God, she was proud! 

 CHAPTER 7 

Stevie Hamilton sat in his bedroom shamefully chagrined in the aftermath of 
his own cowardice. He had ran from her office like a scared rabbit, and even 
if Milo hadn't been there, it would have been just the same. He was a 
goddamned baby! Piss yellow, that's what he was ... without even the guts to 
stand up and protect his own Mom's memory! 

In his frustration, he bolted from the bed and walked aimlessly around his 
room, pounding his fist against the palm of his other hand with loud 
smacking sounds. Crap, if only he had the courage! He felt certain it would 
work. There was no way his Dad could avoid the truth once he told him, and 
the guys would back him ... if he weren't such a lousy chicken! And she was 
probably home right at that moment, too ... alone...! She didn't go to the 
faculty meeting. Man, if he had a joint he'd smoke it! He never had before, 
but he would right then! The guys all said it gave you guts...! 

Damn, he had to do something! He just couldn't sit by and watch it happen! 
He'd never forgive himself! Maybe ... maybe, if he drank a little bit of his 
father's whiskey first...? 

Barbara could think of nothing else but her forthcoming marriage, as she 
relaxed in her usual attire of bra, panties and peignoir, busying herself by 
rinsing out a few under-things while she sipped a martini and thought of her 
new life ahead. It was going to be heavenly, living under the same roof with 
David ... and his handsome son ... He was such a beautiful boy, too, but she 
must keep him in his proper perspective ... must never think of him in any 
other way than she might her own child, and after the episode with Milo that 
day, she felt confident that she could. 

Oh, there would undoubtedly be little forbidden thoughts of desire when she 
looked at him, just as there were at that very moment in the mere thinking 
of him, but one could not expect to shed a perversion of twenty years over 
night. The wonderful part was in knowing that she was going to be able to at 
all, which, along with her dreamy thoughts of David and their future 
together, was what she was privately celebrating. 

She had already consumed several of the potent cocktails when she poured 
from the mixing pitcher a fourth time, then relaxed on the couch with a 
cigarette, satisfied that she was doing no wrong. Of course, the little 
liquid gems had always played the deuce with her libido, and were doing 
little short of that right at the moment, but that didn't worry her, and the 
stimulation they caused was always an exciting, pleasurable experience that 
she could release in private if it got to that point ... though she was 
sorry that she had told David she was going to be busy.... 

Barbara thought about that for a moment. He would be at the school in Mr. 
Stern's office ... no reason why she couldn't call and invite him over, was 
there? A tiny ripple of enthusiastic warmth surged through her loins and 
belly at the idea. After all, he was her darling lover now.... 

The doorbell gave her a start. She glanced down at her state of 
near-undress, stubbing out the cigarette at the same time, and wondering who 
it might be. She certainly hadn't been expecting anyone ... unless it could 
be David.... 

Without opening it, but leaning close to the panel, she said: "Who is it...? 
" 

"Me ... Mrs. Lindsey ... Stevie Hamilton ... , " Barbara heard his timid 
answer, the sound of his voice sparking an immediate agitation within her. 
In an instant, a myriad of fleeting thoughts raced through her mind, most 
prominent of which concerned his actions in her office earlier that day, 
followed by Milo Wilson's remarks. She hesitated, not knowing what to say or 
do; then, she heard: "It's ... it's nothing ... if you're busy ... It's not 
important, Mrs. Lindsey...!" 

Quickly, Barbara drew the bolt, pulling the door open. "Wait, Stevie, don't 
run off again!" she said, leaning out to call after him before he reached 
the stair-well. "Come back, Dear...." 

He did, but not without faltering for a long moment, and when he reached the 
door she was smiling and holding it open wide for him. 

"It ... it's that hip-muscle that ... that I pulled today." Stevie managed, 
his eyes widening at the way she was dressed ... or almost undressed, he 
realized, when she stood with the light behind her! Crap, she was only 
wearing little panties and bra ... and he could see right through her 
negligee ... see all of her beautiful legs and the little swollen place 
between her thighs ... and ... and the way her tits stuck right out with the 
deep crease between them...! 

"You mean, it's bothering you, Stevie?" Barbara questioned, concern for his 
welfare causing her to forget her appearance momentarily, her professional 
training immediately taking over. 

"Yeah ... that is ... it was, and Dad's at a faculty meeting ... but I think 
it'll be ... be all right," the boy stammered, an awkward trepidation 
seeming to come over him. "I'll just go along home...." 

"You'll do no such thing, Stevie!" Barbara said, gently but firmly taking 
his arm, bewildered a second time that day by his strange actions. "You did 
right by coming to me, but you should have let me look at it this morning at 
school, Dear. A pulled muscle can be very painful if you neglect it...." 

"I-I didn't want to ... to bother you, Mrs. Lindsey," Stevie choked, 
struggling to keep his young, aroused eyes upward and centered on her 
beautiful face that was smiling warmly at him ... knowing that his cock had 
just jerked in his pants and fearing she'd noticed it. 

"Bother me...? Darling, don't be silly," Barbara scolded tenderly, as she 
held to his arm, wondering if David had broken the news to him yet. She 
wouldn't say anything; it was his father's place to tell him ... and then, a 
tingling sensation flushed through her as she thought she saw the front of 
his trousers stir meaningfully! 

Milo Wilson's words: "I think he had plans...." played through her brains 
like a stuck needle on a record! Oh God no! She had to keep control of the 
situation right from the beginning ... mustn't let it get away from her! If 
only she hadn't drank so many of those damned martinis...! 

"Look ... I'll be okay, Mrs. Lindsey ... it'll be fine by tomorrow," Stevie 
said, trying to ease out of her grasp and keep his eyes focused on her face 
while he backed to the door. Man, he couldn't go through with it ... chicken 
or not! He should never have come...! 

"No!" Barbara said emphatically, holding tighter to his arm, the fact that 
he was trying to leave contrary to all of her imaginings. He was just a 
beautiful, bashful boy was all, and for a moment she had let her 
martini-infused, licentious brain fall into its lust-stamped pattern ! 
Besides, what better proof could she possible offer herself that she'd 
beaten it, than this handsome young Adonis ... the son of the man she 
intended to marry...?"I want to see that injury before you leave here, 
Stevie, and no more nonsense...!" 

"But ... but I tell you, it's all right ... honest!" he tried, swallowing 
tightly. Crap, if only he hadn't gotten into his father's scotch bottle...! 

"You go into my bedroom and slip off your trousers Stevie," she was saying, 
pressing him toward the hallway. "Probably all that it needs is a little 
heat, but we want to be sure. Your Dad would be angry with me if he knew 
that I didn't look at it ... now please, Stevie...?" 

Crap! What could he say? That's what he'd come for in the first place, 
wasn't it? Finky yellow-belly! Anyway, just because he took his pants off 
didn't mean that something was going to happen ... but his cock was hard as 
a ball bat, and he'd bet that she'd noticed it! Oh man, he felt as if he 
were going to be sick; he was that tight inside! 

He stood staring at her, trying not to look down at her beautiful breasts 
that were protruding like two melons in the tiny bra so visible to him 
through the gossamer material of her peignoir. What the devil, he'd seen 
girls in bikinis that showed off as much or more ... but that was different, 
wasn't it...? Oh man ... man...! 

"Go on," she insisted, her smile almost motherly, while her dark-eyes 
sparkled in a manner he had never seen. "And don't be shy. Remember, I'm a 
nurse, Stevie...." 

While she led him along the hallway to her frilly bedroom where the aromatic 
enticements filled his nostrils, he wondered if she'd ever said that to 
Milo, or Rocky! Then, she gently pushed him inside and before closing the 
door, said: "Just slip off your pants, Dear, lie down on the bed, and I'll 
be right back...." 

Barbara pulled the door snug before he could say anything. She sensed her 
breathing coming in deeper and quicker grasps. It wasn't going at all the 
way she wanted it to. The fact that his young cock was obviously at erection 
was driving her mad inside. Her sensuous loins had needed little to 
stimulate them before his arrival, but since, the fermentations had 
increased dangerously! 

God, she couldn't let it happen ... just couldn't! She returned to the 
living room, picked up her drink and drained it; then, finished the rest 
from the pitcher. She sighed brokenly as she drained the last of the gin and 
vermouth. Perhaps, that would give her the necessary strength ... and Lord 
knows, she was going to need it...! 

This is the test, David, my darling! This is it! If I can do it now ... this 
time, we have a grand battle, by St. George! I love you ... but I ... I love 
him, too...! 

* * * 

Stevie removed his pants and shoes, then lay down on the bed, finally 
rolling over and positioning himself near the edge, lying on his face in his 
jockey shorts, his cock reminding him of an axe-handle. It wouldn't go down! 
He'd tried to forget it, think of the whole situation as if he were in a 
doctor's office ... but he couldn't forget the way she had looked in her 
panties and bra beneath that filmy thing. 

Man, she was beautiful! He could hardly believe what the guys had said. She 
was just too pretty ... with those legs and tits! They had to be lying! But 
why? And why didn't she come? Crap, all he'd had was a little twinge in his 
upper-thighs, but at the time it'd looked like a perfect subterfuge ... only 
now, he wasn't so sure. And he wasn't so sure that he wouldn't like to have 
her around the house, either. She was so crazy pretty...! 

He felt his belly knot up as the door opened wider and he turned his face to 
the side she would have to come to. She did, and he was looking right 
through her negligee at her panties, his eyes feasting on the swollen mound 
between her thighs! A wild sensation lurched through him and he felt his 
cock jump beneath...! 

"Well ... now let's see just what's wrong here," Barbara said, easing onto 
the bed beside him, her throat arid as she gaped down at the stretched out 
boy awaiting her, the sight of his tanned and hairless muscular thighs and 
calves sending unwanted shocks of excitement through her. Her eyes feasted 
on his narrow-hipped, cotton-covered buttocks and the leanness of his waist, 
her slender hand reaching out to touch the flesh of his leg, a lecherous 
shock racing through her at the very contact. "Which ... where ... which 
hip-muscle, Stevie...?" 

His hand moved back and downward, showing her the one furthest from her, his 
left, and automatically caressing the sore spot that his shorts covered. 
"Right there! Man ... It hurts when you press it...." 

Barbara smoothed her hand over his buttocks, feeling all of his naked 
conformity beneath the cotton of his tiny briefs, the communication of flesh 
even with the separation instigating familiar sensations of lechery in her 
belly and loins. 

It was an unusual conglomeration of thoughts that filled Barbara's mind. She 
knew he wasn't hurt; she could tell by her skilled fingers. He had a 
problem, but nothing worth talking about ... No! He was using it ... and 
Milo might well have been right! His reason could be his young lust ... so 
natural ... or something deeper ... like his mother! David! Oh God, David, I 
need you right at this minute! He's beautiful ... a perfect splendor in 
himself ... and I'm lost...! 

She let her hand slip up beneath his shorts to caress his injured buttocks, 
her thumb trailing down the crevice between, her mind filling with lustful, 
uncontrollable thoughts as she stroked his smooth tensed spheres with 
mounting fervor. My God! His youthful flesh was as smooth as a baby's ... 
like new, un-soiled satin! Oh God ... God...! 

Stevie was ready to cry out when he felt her soft, warm hand ease gently 
beneath the leg-band of his shorts, tenderly examining the sore place on his 
buttocks ... then suddenly begin to caress them both in a slow circular 
motion, her thumb actually trailing right along the crack between and always 
moving downward ... downward...! Oh crap! Her fingertips were touching his 
balls! 

It was as if he had been shocked in the groin with a jolt of electric 
current, the charge racing through his tensed, trembling body, and he 
couldn't hold back the little grunt of stimulation it caused him. He lay 
motionless, as a corpse might, the sound of her warm increased breathing 
reaching his ears, while her fingers crept over his balls like tiny spiders 
... until she was cupping them hotly in the palm of her hand with two 
fingers spread apart to scissor the base of his swollen cock squashed 
between his pelvis and the bed! 

The moment she had touched him, Barbara knew she was lost! Every nerve in 
her sensuous body reacted in a tumult of ungovernable lecherous desire! Her 
reasoning, her vows, even her love for David were feeble barriers before the 
monstrous lust that swept them aside as if they had never been, overwhelming 
her voluptuous body and mind with its vampire-like salacity. She could think 
of nothing but the feel of him beneath her hot hand ... and she was 
searching downward beneath his buttocks in uncontrollable passion ... and 
between his hard thighs to his balls ... until she held their velvety sac 
cupped possessively, and her fingers measured the width of his hardened 
young cock at its base! 

"Unngghh...!" Stevie choked, his brain racing wildly and making no sense at 
all, as she tenderly fondled his balls and continued to stroke an inch or so 
of his cock between her fingers. "Wh-what're you ... you trying to do?" he 
groaned stupidly. 

"It-It's all right, Stevie darling ... , " Barbara hissed, smoothing her 
other hand beneath his shirt and upward along the hollow of his muscular 
young back. "Don't be afraid ... This is what you came for, isn't it? 
There's nothing wrong with your hip-muscle Baby ... You ... you were using 
that for an excuse ... You wanted nurse Barbara to feel your cock ... to 
suck it for you with her mouth! Isn't that the truth, Stevie?" 

A panicky sensation of fear spiraled through him at her immediate unmasking 
of his ruse, but it was the sound of the four-letter word cock coming from 
her beautiful lips that shot his teenaged carnality into high-gear. Confused 
between his shamed fear at being exposed, and the young, feverish lust 
mounting rapidly in his loins. Stevie couldn't answer her; in fact, he had 
all he could do to keep from crying. 

Then, he felt her hand moving away from his balls and a disappointed 
emptiness filled him. He turned his head to see her getting up from the bed, 
her lovely mouth twisted in a lewd smile, her eyes gleaming licentiously, 
and as he watched, she began to remove the few clothes she had on. 

"All right, my little darling ... if this is what you wanted ... your 
Barbara isn't going to disappoint you," she half-whispered, letting her 
negligee fall to the floor, watching his handsome blue-eyes widen in obvious 
fearful excitement when she reached up behind her and unfastened her bra, 
allowing it to slide tauntingly down her arms until her copious, 
hard-nippled breasts were entirely revealed to him. "Do you like them, 
Baby?" she teased, the wave of perverted lechery sweeping over her seeming 
to know no bounds as it fled on the expression of growing desire in his 
frightened face, and with a lascivious motion she smoothed her hands up her 
waist to cup and lift them in presentation to him. "Will you suck them for 
Barbara, Stevie?" 

If he was frightened before, Stevie was absolutely petrified at the moment! 
He couldn't believe what she was saying and doing, nor the crazy wanton look 
on her face and in her eyes! She had changed into another person entirely 
... like a witch or something ... only she didn't resemble any witch he'd 
ever imagined! He had never even seen pictures of girls with tits like hers, 
and she was holding them right out to him ... asking him to suck them...! 
God, his cock was so hard he didn't think he could stand it...! 

"What's the matter, Stevie darling? Does nurse Barbara scare you? Maybe 
you've changed your mind about having her suck your cock, is that it?" she 
tormented luridly, the sudden realization striking her that she was blaming 
him, holding him at fault for causing her depravity to once more seize 
control of her, and this time surely demolishing everything she had hoped 
for! 

Yes, he was to blame, for unquestionably he had come there with nothing else 
in mind but to destroy her! Why? ... she could only surmise, but it was her 
abrupt awareness of his goal that had triggered the sadist in her; she 
didn't intend to barter her happiness cheaply! "Something's happened to my 
Baby's tongue?" she went on, her little smile pulled to one side of her 
perfect mouth, as she watched him ogle her naked breasts in apprehensive 
fascination, her mind working obscenely, while she caught at the waistband 
of her tiny panties and began to lewdly roll them down over her hips and 
buttocks with a squirming movement that caused her breasts to sway and dance 
lasciviously. 

Crap! He'd made a mistake! He'd made the biggest mistake of his life in 
coming there ... but now it was too late! Man ... man ... she was naked ... 
and there was her cunt and all! He'd never seen such beautiful legs and full 
thighs ... and ... he could see the wet pink slit between, right through the 
silky black hair sprinkled over it! Oh damn ... she was moving toward 
him...! 

"Has it, Stevie...? Something happened to your tongue?" she whispered, 
slowly kneeing onto the bed and rolling him over until he was prone on his 
back, his stiffened cock like a tent-pole punching at his shorts. "What's 
the matter, Darling, don't you like Barbara as well as you thought you would 
? " 

"Oh ... oh crap ... I don't know ... honest...! I ... I...." he tried, his 
strained eyes fastened on her gently swaying breasts as she leaned over him, 
unbuttoning his shirt. His throat felt as if he had tried to swallow a 
baseball. He wanted to stop her, but he knew he couldn't! 

Barbara had never before felt the vile passion of the sadistic urge, but as 
she slowly stripped him, it occurred to her that the perverse pleasure was 
definitely in tune with her lecherous tastes, and that perhaps one worked up 
to that in stages; for at that moment the insane knowledge and craving to 
punish him for what he had done and was doing to her was firing her beyond 
any depraved drive she had ever known! She hardly thought of him as Stevie, 
David's own son, or even reflected on his handsomeness per se; he was a 
young enemy caught in the web of his own making ... a teenaged monster set 
out to destroy her, and that he had, but not cheaply ... never cheaply! He 
was the epitome of all her seductions who had, in truth, made of her the 
blind, unaware victim, rather than the opposite! But tonight, this last 
night of the old and the beginning of the new, it was going to be 
revolutionary for Barbara ... and the wild strains of erotic sensations 
pervading her naked, sensual body, forecast the evil and demented 
enchantment to come! 

"Sit up, Stevie!" she ordered, and he did while she pulled his shirt from 
him. 

Then, she dropped her head down over him, her long black-hair trailing over 
his flesh as she kissed his chest, tonguing her way to each muscular breast 
and playing with the seed-like nipples until he groaned; then, moving down 
over him with distended tongue to lave his chest and belly, until she caught 
her fingers inside his shorts and drew them down while he raised up and she 
revealed to herself his throbbing arched cock, almost hugging his stomach in 
its youth, thicker than most and as long as she liked, its purplish head 
protruding from the sheath of its foreskin! 

My God! It was beautiful! She continued to tug his shorts down, revealing 
his balls that she'd held, but incited more by his lack of pubic hair, what 
he had, as blond as that on his head and covering his pelvis sparsely! 

"You're beautiful, Baby!" she exclaimed. Perhaps because his cock was bigger 
than most, like her cousin's, whatever, she threw his shorts to one side and 
bent down over it, her wild tongue seeking that seeped drop of delicious 
young male sperm bubbling from its tip! 

Stevie jerked his head upright to watch, sensing her soft hand wrapped 
around his cock and gently stroking it from the moment she had grasped it! 
He had given up trying to believe what was happening ... only that it was! 
She had his prick in her hand and was extracting the foreskin so that the 
head stood out like a beacon, and her mouth was just above it, her tiny pink 
tongue extended! He watched, mesmerized, and saw that little tongue flick 
out to swipe away the drop from its tip! Crap! He'd been wrong! She was 
beautiful ... super! Who could ever even dream of his future stepmother 
licking at his cock! He had been terribly wrong ... but how could he prove 
it...? 

 CHAPTER 8 

The wicked sensations impregnation Barbara's belly were equal to nothing 
before that she had ever known. Her loins tingled with excitement beyond 
imagination, her brain saturated with obscene thoughts of sadistic desire ! 
Destroy her, would he ? Well, not without compensation ... and what a word 
that was ... compensation! Requital, retaliation ... no gratification! ... 
that was the word! ... and she was about to enjoy the full meaning of it! 

It occurred to her as she raised her eyes to glance at his boyish handsome 
face while she played with his rigidly swollen cock, now and then licking 
and taunting it, that this was not a new development in her depravity; it 
had been fermenting in her vile subconscious for years ... perhaps waiting 
for the proper victim before bursting forth to take command of her ... and 
this young darling was her shorn lamb! A beautiful boy, yes, but a devil of 
sorts, too! He had destroyed her entire future! Damn him! He was a young 
monster...! 

Suddenly, Barbara eased her lips down over the head of his cock and bit it, 
causing him to whimper and jerk. 

"Well," she said, taking it from her mouth, "I'm delighted to know that you 
do have feelings, Stevie darling. I was beginning to wonder...! 

"Oh ... auugghh...! Oh crap! You ... you win, Mrs. Lindsey ... I'm sorry...! 
Stevie blurted, ready to break into tears. 

"Sorry? Sorry for what, Baby?" Barbara hissed, holding his young rock-hard 
member in her hand and stroking it gently, her lush lips less than an inch 
above it. "Why should you be sorry? You wanted this, didn't you ... wanted 
me to play with and suck your cock ... wanted to prove that your father's 
marriage to me was going to be wrong?" 

"Oh ... oh damn!" Stevie gulped, truly shocked by the ease in which she had 
seen through him. 

"What was it, Stevie? Some fantastic notion that your father and I were 
going to bring shame to your mother's memory? That's it, isn't it? ... Isn't 
it?" 

"Please ... I don't know ... I'm sorry! I was wrong...! I-I want you to 
marry him! Honest, I do! You-You're beautiful...! he spewed, tears trickling 
from his eyes, while at the same time, wild sensations tormented his groin 
and belly as he watched and felt her stroking his aching hard cock. 

Oh man, he loved her! He really did! He'd do anything she told him to if 
only she wouldn't hate him ... if only she would put it in her mouth 
again...! 

"You are a clever young man, Stevie Hamilton," Barbara said with meaning, 
ever watching his distressed, if, carnally excited young face, his tears 
pleasing her as she continued to caress his cock and occasionally his 
bloating, youthful balls "Already, you're looking ahead to other times like 
this, aren't you ... when you and I would be in the house alone ... and 
secretly I would take out your stiff little penis and suck it for you, until 
it shot its hot white jism into my mouth! Isn't that right, Darling? Isn't 
that why you suddenly changed your mind ... why I look beautiful to you...? 

"Oh crap, Mrs. Lindsey ... stop it, please!" Stevie whimpered and squirmed. 
Her words were driving him crazy ... the way she was hissing them at him, 
and what she was saying! He couldn't stand it! "Please ... I'll do anything 
you say ... I'm sorry, don't you see...!" 

"Anything, Stevie...?" Barbara picked up quickly, an evil inspiration 
charging into her brain. "Anything I say...?" 

"H-Honest ... anything ... only don't be angry at me anymore!" he pleaded. 

Barbara couldn't have contained the salacious excitement boiling in her 
abdomen had she wanted to. She crawled up in the bed beside him while he 
watched in frustrated astonishment ; then she lay back on the pillow, her 
firm full breasts falling slightly to either side, her white, rounded thighs 
spreading apart lewdly. 

"Now, we'll see, Darling, how well you keep your word," she half-whispered, 
her fire-filled eyes burning licentiously. "Have you ever really seen or 
touched a girl's pussy?" 

Stevie swallowed twice before he could answer. "N-No ... no, honest...!" 

"Then, now is your chance, Stevie love," she rasped hotly. "If you really 
meant what you said ... get down between my legs and do everything I tell 
you to...!" 

Stevie couldn't believe that it was possible to arouse any more excitement 
in him than she already had, but he'd been in error! Suddenly, he was so 
keyed-up inside that he felt like screaming! She wanted him to get right 
down between her legs...! But crap, he couldn't even move...! 

"Well, little lover...?" Barbara teased, her sensual body a lecherous temple 
of sadistic lust, and even those raging thoughts increasing when she saw him 
begin to move hesitantly down on the bed, his lean young naked body 
noticeably trembling as he climbed over her leg and seated himself back on 
his haunches between them, his hardened teenaged cock jutting out from his 
almost hairless juvenile loins. 

She read the frustration ebullition on his face and in his straining eyes as 
they gaped down at her completely exposed genitals, the sight of his 
apprehensive, adolescent lust feeding her own insatiable hunger even more, 
and obscenely, she spread her thighs wider beginning little undulating 
circles with her hips and buttocks. 

"Lie down on your belly, Baby, with your face right up close to it so you 
can see inside!" Barbara ordered, unable to keep the heat of her rising 
passion from her voice. "T-That's right, Darling ... like that...! Now ... 
does it look inviting to you...?" 

Stevie was voiceless! His face hovered only a few inches above the 
hair-enshadowed delight of her cunt ... the first real live cunt he had ever 
seen! His breath hitched in his throat as he watched it rotating sensuously, 
almost expectantly, marveling at the narrow pink slit that started at the 
bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed down through to the white 
rounded spheres of her buttocks ... and the tiny little puckered dark hole 
centered there! 

"Go ahead, Darling, don't be afraid!" Barbara hissed "Take your thumbs and 
slowly spread it open ... so that you can see every bit of it!" 

Afraid was hardly the word to describe his feelings at that moment, Stevie's 
whirling brain reflected. Hypnotized, awe-stricken, crazy-wild, yes, but 
afraid, no! He wanted to ... had to touch it ... to feel it ... to see up 
inside it! His heart was pounding in his chest as he lay the palms of his 
hands on the inside of her soft quivering thighs; with his thumbs gradually 
touching the fleshy hair-sprinkled lips of her cunt, he began to draw them 
ever so slowly apart, spreading the silken pubic curls and opening the moist 
pink flanges before him, until its jeweled flushed delicacy lay exposed 
completely to the youthful hunger of his frantic eyes. Enchanted, he drank 
in the breathtaking spectacle, his juvenile loins and belly an inferno of 
spasming passion, and he ground his swollen, aching cock feverishly down 
into the material of the bed. 

"Oh ... oh, crap almighty!" he gasped in lustful fascination. Bits and 
pieces of flickering mental imaginings he had conjured in his mind as he 
jerked it off in the dark of his room, raced through Stevie's fired mind, 
and he realized that his most vivid imagination couldn't equal that moment. 

He was in some sort of dream! He gaped at the widespread coral-hued mouth 
glistening moistly with some secret viscous dampness that intrigued him. As 
he started, her cunt actually twitched and palpitated in its exposed 
intricate delicacies. Suddenly, he knew why his father wanted to marry her! 
Man, he'd marry her, himself, if he could...! 

"Is it everything you expected, Stevie, baby?" Barbara hissed down at him 
passionately, her head raised to eagerly stare down between her sensitive, 
desire swollen breasts, the lubricious and wicked depravity of her lewd 
exposure causing satanic appeal in her perverted brain. "Is it! Tell me...! 

"Put your finger in it! Right in the little hole! Hurry, put it in!" she 
rasped heavily, raising her buttocks from the bed and suddenly feeling the 
delicious shock of his young finger slipping into the mouth, then upward 
into her tingling vagina! 

Oh God! This was truly it ... the using of them ... manipulating them to her 
bidding! Of all the debased acts she had committed on her little darlings, 
she had never used them to her fullest advantage. She had, in fact, been 
used by them! But all of that was about to change! They were her toys ... 
hers to do with as she desired, just as this beautiful young boy was! They 
could be taught, trained, coerced ... however! They were like puppies 
schooled at jumping through hoops, except, their sweet young cocks were 
handsome and delicious ... like his finger at the very moment exploring her 
vagina ! 

She had never ordered a boy to lick her cunt, Barbara thought sadistically, 
but she was going to! She had always tried to seduce them into the act, and 
some had feebly, but from this night forward it would be different! 

"Tell me you love it, Stevie!" she rasped down at him. "Tell me you adore it 
... want to kiss it ... lick it!" 

Oh crap! He was going out of his lousy skull completely! His finger way up 
in the soft, smoothly throbbing confines of her cunt was enough to give him 
the screaming meemies! He did love it! adore it! ... and man, he wanted to 
kiss and lick it! 

"Tell me!" she exclaimed hoarsely. 

"Y-Yes! Yes! I do!" 

"Then, kiss it right now, you bad boy! Kiss it and lick it for punishment!" 
Barbara heard herself order him. 

Stevie had never even remotely felt such an urge to accept chastisement, but 
at the sound of her voice and the command she had issued, his cock leaped 
beneath him in feverish excitement, and he knew he deserved everything she 
was doing to him! 

Exploring, he dropped his face with hesitation, pursing his mouth to kiss 
one outer lip of her hair-lined cunt. The exact closeness sent an aromatic, 
sensual tang to his brain that he couldn't deny! He inhaled the delicate 
female aroma a perfumed, piquant scent that excited his already crazed 
senses to the extreme! God, he was going to lose his wits! He'd planned a 
terrible thing against her; yet, she was letting him kiss her pussy! She had 
even ordered him to lick it! And she was right! He'd been wrong ... so 
wrong! 

He thrust his tongue out until it made contact with the velvety, moist 
flesh, the smooth and warm liquid feel of it sending chills along his spine, 
its delicate tangy taste and smell causing his nostrils to flare ardently. 

"Oohh ... that's the way, Baby! Yesss...! Lick it all over and keep your 
finger right up inside it ... way in! Ooohhh ... you were bad ... but 
Barbara's going to forgive you ... if you do just what she says...! 

Stevie felt her hands clutch at his head, her fingers entwining in his hair. 
She began to moan and gasp, forcefully pulling his face into the spread, 
damp pink split of her cunt until his nose was buried and he could hardly 
breathe. He moved his tongue around wildly, exploring her secret folds of 
intimate flesh, until he found that when he touched the little hard bud on 
top she trembled all over and her breath came in soft, grunting gasps. 

He sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth on the pillow 
above, and suddenly he forced his tongue to join his finger, spearing them 
both up into the warm velvety depths of her naked pussy. 

"Oooohhhh!" she moaned, grinding her hips into the softness of the bed, 
writhing and squirming, then raising her loins up to him again while she 
pressed his face into the silken hair-framed flesh, its hot vaginal walls 
opening and closing in a moist sucking action around his teasingly thrusting 
tongue and finger. 

Dear God, Barbara whimpered within herself, his young unspoiled tongue was 
like a warm, wiggling prong of moist velvet licking and prodding with his 
finger up between her open thighs ... and then it was laving up through her 
vulva to her clitoris again! Mind-shattering sensations of lurid delight 
sent rippling tremors over the nerve-ends of her silken-white skin as he 
felt his teenaged lips inside her there, circling the tiny pulsating shaft 
and bravely beginning a gentle sucking motion! 

"Ooohhh ... ooohhhhhh! Lit-Little lover ... you're beautiful! I-I forgive 
you! I love you, Baby, darling! Oohh God, Yesss ... lick and suck it for 
Barbara, Stevie...! 

A tremendous feeling of elation raced through Stevie. She loved him! Oh man, 
he was really doing it for her ... shooting her right to the moon! He'd 
never felt so capable in his life! He raised his eyes to lock on her 
ecstatically twisted face. Her pretty head still tossed back and forth, but 
slowly now at a set rhythmic pace, her hands caressing and clutching in his 
hair, the thought abruptly occurring to him that she was trying to move his 
face down to the little hole where he had just withdrew his finger! Well, he 
wasn't afraid ... he'd never be afraid of anything again! His hands moved 
boldly upward over the smooth flatness of her belly to the full, resilient 
firmness of her quivering breasts, cupping and feeling of their fleshy 
softness, his young fingers rolling their hardened nipples between them 
experimentally. Damn, he'd never even touched a girl's tits before...! 

Suddenly, he felt her drawing up her legs and folding them back, then taking 
his hands from her breasts and placing them behind her knees as if to hold 
them there, the movement more lewdly raising her widespread vaginal opening 
to his mouth and tongue! Crap, he had never seen such an erotic sight! Her 
entire ass was right below his face and spread crazy-wide open to him! Now 
he could see the tiny wrinkled hole of her anus as well as he could her 
cunt, and there wasn't one hair around it! She was as smooth as glass from 
the bottom of her pussy to her rectum...! 

"Do it, Stevie darling! Lick it!" he heard her hissing command and saw her 
gaping down between her licentiously raised legs at him with wild, gleaming 
eyes. "Lick your Barbara's little asshole!" 

Stevie could only stare at her. The salacious twist to her beautiful face 
and the unbelievable things she was doing ... words she was using ... all of 
it was so far beyond the most lustful thoughts he could imagine when he'd 
jerked his prick! Lots of times, he had thought about playing with a girl's 
asshole with his tongue when he masturbated, but in truth he'd never 
believed it could happen ... that any girl would ever let him! And she, this 
gorgeous older creature had just ordered him to! Oh man...! 

The wave of lecherous and sadistic lust that had swept over Barbara could 
only be equaled by De Sade, himself, she thought as she watched his 
subservient reactions to her command. He was more excited than frightened 
with the thought, she decided in studying his facial expressions. He wanted 
to ... really wanted to! She lay back her head and waited, the realization 
of her obscene position before his youthful, untainted libido driving her 
own evilly! God, there had never been anything like him! He was so 
beautiful! She could marry David and have them both ... and she would! The 
idea of them under the same roof with her was nothing short of a heavenly 
enchantment...! 

She felt it then...! Yes! ... the warm, moist contact of his tongue-tip with 
her sensitive, puckered anus, laving and probing courageously at the rubbery 
little opening, instigating lecherous sensations of rapture to course 
through her trembling, lust-filled body. There had never been such 
irresistible, sadistic and carnal pleasure! And then, his adolescent tongue 
was thrusting into her vaginal passage again! He loved that most! The 
beautiful baby darling...! 

"Oooohhhh ... yes, yes ... my sweet! You delicious darling! Turn around! Get 
upside down over your Barbara and let your cock hang down above her mouth! I 
want it now, little lover! I forgive you and I'll prove it! Hurry, Baby ... 
Barbara wants to suck your sweet little cock and balls!" 

Stevie did ... hardly knowing what or how he was doing it, his panting gasps 
of breath sometimes hitching and choking him, his youthful cock aching so 
badly he thought if she touched it he would scream ... but he didn't! He 
placed his undefiled loins over her face without ever losing contact between 
his tongue and her cunt, always remembering and worrying the tiny erect bud 
he had found in the beginning. She writhed beneath him pleasurably, and he 
felt her curling her fingers around his swollen cock, tugging it downward 
away from his belly, and knowing she was raising her head to grasp with wide 
ovaled lips, the length of it, sucking at it, drawing it downward while her 
soft hands caressed his thighs and ever-moved toward his balls! 

In her wild, untamed passion, Barbara sucked it so deeply into the hot, 
saliva filled cavern that it gagged her, but she twisted her head enough to 
catch her breath, then began feverishly running her tongue up and down its 
soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her touch, and tasting the 
pungent, youthful freshness of the seeping lubricating fluid oozing from the 
split at its tip. She cupped his balls affectionately in the soft palms of 
her hands while tiny explosions of lust burst insanely in her brain, and 
automatically he began to move up and down, in and out of her mouth in 
cadence to his lashing and probing young tongue in her searing cunt below. 

Yes ... yes...! This was the ultimate ... making him lick and kiss her pussy 
while she orally caressed and sucked his delicious tender cock and balls! 
Never had she known such grossly wicked pleasure ... nor had such an avid 
student, she reasoned, sucking with fury at his young, hard rod of pulsing 
flesh era-bedded to her very throat, and feeling him slave with eager moist 
sounds at her obscenely exposed loins, his strong young hands suddenly 
clutching at the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as he tried to burrow his 
tongue deeper into her heatedly quivering cunt-channel ! 

She would never be without him! He was magnificent! Oh, the vile and wicked 
things she would teach him to bring her pleasure! Dear God, her cunt was on 
fire with the licking flames of lust and evil consuming her! Then, abruptly 
she felt his finger working bravely at the tiny puckered ring of her anus! 
Oh God ... like father, like son...! Her breath quickened excitedly, and she 
let him know her accordance by lewdly grinding her anal lips up at his 
finger. Abruptly, he pushed into it with a quick, slippery movement, while 
she squirmed her buttocks, feeling it slide right up inside her rectum to 
the palm of his smooth hand! 

"Auugghhh," Barbara groaned around his expanding organ in her mouth, her 
lips and tongue stopping their gentle caressing momentarily, his delicious 
invasion of her rectum causing her climax to rage toward its pinnacle. 

God, what a beautiful little lover he was! She felt his mouth glued to the 
round elasticized vaginal opening of her pussy, his thrusting tongue 
swirling and lashing the sensitive walls magnificently, and in rhythm to his 
pummeling young finger in her ass! Again she began to nurse and suck the hot 
thickness of his adolescent cock with all of her strength and know-how, her 
cheeks hollowing and swelling obscenely, while her belly rose and fell 
frantically as she pulled at him. 

Lord, lord! he had to cum...! He had to, Barbara thought desperately, her 
lips clasped in a firm tightness around the throbbing, blood-engorged head 
of his cock, while simultaneously, deep inside her, the violent spasms of 
ecstasy began; she squeezed at his bloated young balls, then raked her nails 
grazingly beneath them as she strained at her own rising orgasm. 

Stevie groaned into the moist, pink flesh of her spread-open cunt and 
Barbara felt his pelvis jerk, the velvety head of his cock swelling in her 
voraciously sucking mouth ... and then it came! It shot into the back of her 
throat in wild spurts of teeming, creamy liquid ... gush after gush of his 
hot, youthful tasting semen, joined by the convulsive tremors of her own 
hips as her climax erupted in a violent explosion of erotic bliss. Again and 
again, his hot jets of youthful cum spewed deep into her throat while she 
groaned and sucked wildly, her Adam's apple bobbing licentiously as she 
swallowed and swallowed the virile nectar squirting into her hungrily 
gulping mouth...! 

...And then, it was over ... shockingly over, Barbara realized, in the dying 
wake of her frenzied and demonical emotions, her face paling even as her 
body still trembled from the fit of ecstasy that had sapped it, leaving 
nothing but reality and the horror she expected to follow ... But it didn't! 
There was no hate, nor shame, nor outward display of self-disgust on his 
young, handsome face when he slowly turned around to face her, his 
fair-skinned expression one of limpid admiration. 

Barbara could only stare at him as she lie there in her lewd position, 
astonished more than anything, she discerned, while she watched his 
no-longer, innocent blue-eyes move over her whole body caressingly ... then, 
she saw the tears ... and abruptly, he was on top of her ... in her arms, 
kissing her face while she hugged him to her lovingly and he sobbed against 
her breasts. 

"I-I was wrong...! he choked. "Please, try to understand? I ... I'd love to 
have ... have you be my Mom ... if you will ... honest...! Oh, please ... 
please don't be angry at me...? 

"Oh ... oh God!" Barbara whimpered happily, clutching his delicious young 
body tightly to her and kissing the crown of his head. The sweet, beautiful 
darling! He was in love with her...! 

 CHAPTER 9 

David couldn't quite fathom the change that had seemingly made an 
understanding young man out of his boy-child overnight, and in all truth he 
wasn't certain that he deserved the right to know. The translation from 
boyhood to man, as he remembered, was made almost in an instant, and 
generally at a critical juncture in the youth's life, the catalyst being 
usually female ... love ... sex. 

He grinned to himself around his pipe as he washed the dishes and Stevie 
dried them ritually. Perhaps the permissive age they lived in bore 
considerable more merit than his generation liked to give it ... at least, 
from a selfish standpoint it appeared that way to him. He wouldn't question. 
Whatever, or whomever, had made a young adult of his son was deserving of 
praise, admiration, and decorum. He was more than elated.... 

"No, the way I see it, Dad, Mom would never have wanted you to live out your 
life without finding someone ... a wife, I mean, to share it all with you 
... with us. Mom was too much of an understanding person. She ... she would 
probably have married again, too!" 

David could hardly believe the things he was saying, but was so pleased to 
hear them. He clenched at his dead pipe and scrubbed subconsciously at the 
dishes. He said, "I would've wanted your mother to marry again, Stevie. It's 
just not normal for a woman in the full-bloom of her years ... or a man, to 
live without a mate. But ... but son, I'm glad you've considered it and 
settled on a mature viewpoint ... though, I never doubted but what you 
would." 

"Really...? Well, I guess I was acting pretty kiddish ... but ... but a guy 
has to weigh a thing, doesn't he, Dad? I mean ... something happens and he 
realizes that he's acting like a kid. Isn't that about the way it is...?" 

Again, David smiled inwardly to himself. He said: "That's about the size of 
it, Stevie." There was a girl all right. David surmised, but he'd wait until 
the boy decided to tell him about her.... 

"When ... when are you and Mrs. Lindsey getting married?" Stevie asked as he 
placed a stack of saucers and cups in the cupboard. 

"We haven't really decided yet, Son. I wanted to talk to her today, but as 
you know, she didn't come to school ... had a virus or something." 

"Yeah ... I know ... I ... I...." 

"What...? David questioned. 

"I ... I had a blister on my heel and wanted to get a Band-Aid, but coach 
said Mrs. Lindsey didn't come in today ... You suppose there's anything 
seriously wrong with her, Dad?" 

David was surprised by his concern. "No ... Barbara's a very capable nurse. 
She can take care of herself. But I'll call her in a little while and see 
how she is, eh?" 

"Yeah," Stevie replied with a grin. "Maybe ... maybe, I can talk to her, too 
... okay?" 

David smiled warmly. He was happy with and proud of his son. "Sure," he 
said. "I'll bet she'd like that...." 

* * * 

Barbara, dressed in slacks and blouse, was in a state of liquor-hazed 
complexity. She had been drinking since morning, since she had young Stevie 
Hamilton and the beauty of their escapade drenching her brain, while at the 
same time she loved his father ... impossible situation of forbidden love 
and joy that were tearing her apart, clawing at her brain! 

Sometimes in the afternoon, following her call to the school professing her 
illness, she had changed from scotch to bourbon ... and she couldn't 
remember when she'd graduated to martinis. 

Actually, it didn't matter, did it, she thought confusedly, sitting there on 
the couch and staring off at nothing. Booze was booze ... and boys were boys 
... but Stevie and David, my God...! They were all things ... all beauty ... 
all love! 

There was just no way she could have gone to school that morning! She had 
hardly slept two hours all night with her mind filled with that beautiful 
boy! Yes ... she loved his father! She unquestionably did ... but she loved 
Stevie, too ... and in a way that was impossible to reconcile...! Oh ... Oh 
God, she wanted to marry David! There was still a chance that she could 
become human ... normal! Sweet, sweet David! He had done all things for her 
two nights past! Was it feasible that she could be a normal wife and mother 
and make love with a man who emphatically brought her joy? Dear God ... was 
it...? 

She started to raise her glass when the doorbell rang ... David? Stevie? 
What...? She tripped to the door and placed an ear. 

"Who is it?" 

"Me, Mrs. Lindsey ... Rocky Chalone." She hesitated. "What do you want?" 

"It's Milo ... he's sick! Bad sick." 

"Milo Wilson?" 

"Yes ma'am! He's terrible sick! We think he took an overdose! Please ... 
please help us, Mrs. Lindsey?" 

The word overdose, was like thrusting a sword into her! God, how many times 
had she tried to make them understand...! 

"Where is he?" she gasped, trying to get her wits about her. 

"I'll show you! Please hurry, Ma'am! He's bad...! 

"All right! I'll be right there!" Barbara heard herself shout, trying to 
think in her mind what she would do for him. 

My God! He needed a doctor ... a hospital ... not a floundering, drunken 
nurse...! Awkwardly, she stumbled about, tossing a few things in her little 
black bag that she thought she might need, completely at loss to know what 
help she could be to the little fool ... Lord, if only she hadn't drunk so 
much...! 

"All right, take me to him!" Barbara ordered, joining the stocky, 
sixteen-year-old boy in the hall way, and remembering vaguely that he, too, 
had been one of her seductions. "Where is he at?' 

"Come on, Ma'am, I'll take you there!" Rocky answered, grasping her bag and 
leading the way. "I've got my Dad's car out front...." 

As they drove, Barbara worked desperately at trying to sober herself through 
mental exercise alone, but the results were far from satisfactory, and the 
evasive answers she was getting from Rocky as she tried to gain what 
information she could regarding Milo, were only further confusing her. 
Something was terribly wrong with this whole picture, but in her 
liquor-hazed brain she couldn't fathom what. 

"Wh-Where are we going...? she questioned, the sudden remote surroundings of 
a wooded area causing an apprehensive twinge to ripple through her belly. 
They were on a secondary road, narrow and of dirt, and climbing 
upward...."Answer me, young man! Where are we...?" 

"To the Gaylord hunting camp ... you know, Orvie's old man," Rocky said. "We 
were having a little party there ... and all of a sudden, Milo just keels 
over...! 

"Dear God ... We should've gotten a doctor ... , " Barbara said, fully 
realizing her own numbed inadequacy. "I don't know what I...." 

"We're here! Come on...! he said, interrupting her as he jerked to a stop 
before the dimly lighted rather large log building and hopped from the car. 

Barbara followed him, stumbling through the almost pitch darkness, up the 
steps and across the porch to the front door that suddenly opened inward, 
allowing the flickering light from the fireplace to indistinctly illuminate 
the scene before her. Even then, the wavering shadows hindered her befogged 
eyes in focusing the occupants of the large room, and it was not until she 
looked into the grinning face of Orvie Gaylord who had opened the door for 
them ... then let her eyes trail downward over his massive, barrel-chested 
big frame that she realized he was stark naked...! 

"Greetings, Nurse Lindsey!" the nubbin headed, youth said, his loose grin 
broadening, while his hand reached down to lewdly fondle his exposed 
genitals. "As you can see, we've been expecting you." 

Barbara fell back a step, bumping against her escort, Rocky Chalone, whose 
arms caught around her waist and held to her caressingly. A sinking 
sensation gripped at her entrails as she heard the sniggering sounds from 
different parts of the room, while her eyes remained fixed on the overgrown 
boy's thick penis that was swelling in erection before her! "Wh-What is the 
meaning of this ... this outrage?" she managed in a slightly thickened, 
unsteady voice, struggling suddenly to escape Rocky's circling arms and 
brazen hands that had begun to smooth over her belly suggestively. "How dare 
you bring me here this way...? 

"Oh Barbara baby, we dare all right!" Orvie leered, then chuckled, as he 
began to vilely stroke the heavy foreskin of his thick penis back and forth, 
revealing its purplish, blood-filled head. "You see, we're having a little 
party ... some beer and pot, you know, all the goodies, and we decided that 
maybe you'd like to join us ... being that you've met us all ... already 
sucked our cocks and one thing or another. I mean, you're amongst friends, 
Baby, eh? Come on, Rock, usher the lovely blackmailing bitch into the 
limelight where she can see the other guests!" 

The Chalone boy still held to her and it was simple for him to press her 
into the center of the room where the flickering blaze from the fireplace 
shed enough light for her to recognize the young smirking faces ... even to 
Milo Wilson's which was grinning at her licentiously ... and dear God! ... 
they were all naked and obscenely handling their swollen young organs! 

Oh no, Barbara thought, her mind blanking rapidly from sensible reasoning, 
her shock of a moment before giving way to rising panic and the first stages 
of sheer horror! How accurate she'd been about something being terribly 
wrong with the whole picture...! 

"You remember all these cocks, Mrs. Lindsey, baby?" Orvie said, moving 
around to her right, his hardened thick member thrusting out from his hairy 
pelvis like a heavy sash-weight. "You should anyway, you've managed to get 
at them all with your lousy tricks! Take that one right there, that's Milo's 
eh? Give her a little nod, Milo...! 

Barbara again heard the snickers as Milo lewdly waggled his stiffened penis 
at her, the others all followed with similar lascivious antics when the 
massive, naked boy called out their names...."Bart Carter ... Teddy Drake, 
and of course, the Rock here will whip his out any minute for you, just for 
old times sake," Orvie went on luridly, while her brain struggled in 
frantic, half-drunken fear for some means of escape ... but even as she 
strained her mental capacities, she knew that it would be useless. She was 
absolutely helpless against their number and strength ... and it was plain 
enough to see that they'd had it all planned.... 

"W-Why...? Why are you ... doing this to me?" she heard herself choke 
feebly. "I-I've never hurt ... any of you...! 

"Hey, come on, Baby, Orvie soothed with a grin as he moved toward her, his 
big hand grasping her small wrist when she tried to shrink back from him. He 
jerked her against his hairy, naked body, drawing her arm up behind her as 
he crushed her to him, his thick, long cock vertically furrowing into the 
softness of her belly; then with his other hand, he grasped her long hair 
from behind and jerked it painfully, until her face was forced upward to his 
and he kissed her, ramming his thick, hot tongue into her mouth, while his 
companions laughed excitedly. 

Barbara wanted to ... tried to fight his strength, but it was ridiculous! He 
was a teen-aged brute, dim-witted, spoiled, and at the moment, high on 
marijuana...! Finally, she let herself go limp against him to avoid the pain 
of her arm and scalp that he was sending in cruel shock-waves to her brain 
... and the feel of his huge young penis fluting into the soft flesh of her 
belly became more intense with the passing seconds. She sensed his one free 
hand smoothing down her back and over her buttocks caressingly, then 
clutching at the crevice separating them, hauling her tighter against his 
throbbing, naked organ. Finally, he lifted his mouth from hers and grinned 
loosely down into her face. "That's better, Mrs. Lindsey ... much better ... 
I mean, here we are inviting you, the only girl, to our party and right off 
you're getting all up tight, eh guys?" 

Barbara heard their laughing grunts of agreement and fought to hold back her 
tears. God, she was no child! She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of 
seeing her cry...! But, dear Lord, it was all about to come back in 
retribution, wasn't it? What a lecherous fool she had been, leading herself 
right into such a horrible position! How clever she had gloated over 
herself, scheming and entrapping them one by one to satisfy her depraved 
lust, never dreaming they might form into a crusade against her ... which 
was exactly what they were doing...! 

"You see, Barbara doll, the way we figure it, you were beautiful enough to 
take us all in single situation," Orvie said, continuing to grin 
loose-lipped, down into her face while he held her arm behind her. "But you 
always used some little thing, like catching Milo with a joint, to stick us 
in a bad fix. I mean, how do we know you aren't going to get religion 
someday and turn us all in, eh? 

"So here we are sitting around having a little grass and beer, and up comes 
your name! 

Like that, we all decide that a girl who likes cock the way you do should at 
least once get her fill, eh? I mean, you've gone down on us all 
individually, but have you ever considered what it might be like having all 
our cocks in a gang fuck at the same time? Now, have you, Doll? Come on, 
tell the truth...." 

"Please ... please don't ... I'm going to marry Mr. Hamilton ... don't do 
anything like ... like that to me...! 

"Old Ham, eh?" Orvie repeated. "Terrific guy ... knows the scene and 
understands. Stevie's okay, too. You sucked him off yet, Baby?" 

"Please, Orvie ... I beg of you, stop ... please stop!" 

"Hey ... you're something else, lady!" he said, his smile fading, his small 
face drawing in. "You just refuse to get the scene ... Okay ... so I'll be 
more explicit! It's this way, bitch! We want off the hook, and tonight we're 
going to have a little party to insure that. I mean, a few pictures while 
you're sucking this one and that one, things like that. But just as you gave 
us to believe, we won't use them as long as you do as you're told ... and 
come around for a line-up when we want you ... you know, tow the line, 
Baby?" 

She was drunk, she knew, but it was not her liquor consumption that was 
crippling her thinking capacities. There was just no way she might have 
outwitted this nubbin headed monster and his young pack of lusty wolves that 
she, herself, had pervertedly compromised. And in all truth, if she'd let 
herself face it, she couldn't much blame them, could she? 

Retribution was never kind! And she was about to glean her earnings! But 
God, there were five of them...! One ... even two, she might even get up 
some excitement over ... but five...! 

"That's the way, Rock," Orvie said, bringing her back to the reality of the 
scene and feeling the boy who had brought her there kneeling behind her, his 
hands around her waist and unfastening and zipping down her slacks. "Let's 
get this luscious Venus stripped for loving!" 

It struck her then, the sweet, sickening smell of their pot, while Rocky 
unleashed her slacks, letting them fall around her lower legs, and Orvie 
unbuttoned her blouse, finally opening it and caressing her breasts inside 
her bra lewdly. 

God, she couldn't deny the rising sensations their youthful hands upon her 
were triggering! She gaped around the room at the tender, hardened cocks 
thrusting lewdly from loins she knew too well, each and any one of them 
enough to set her off in her own environment! Her evil den would be the 
word, wouldn't it? Orvie and Rocky's hands moved over her skillfully, 
eliminating her slacks, blouse ... her bra ... and then, Rocky was slowly 
tugging her soft white panties down over her knees and ankles...! 

God! She was naked ... as naked as were they! She saw them all moving in on 
her, while Rocky slipped his arms around her from behind, his hands cupping, 
squeezing, fondling her breasts, his erect, stiff penis pressing into the 
smooth crevice between her smooth rounded buttocks, as Orvie dropped to his 
knees in front of her, his big hands stroking down over her hips and thighs 
and moving inward toward her softly hair-sprinkled pubic mound. Then, the 
others were obscenely running their hands over her naked flesh, her breasts, 
belly and thighs, crowding as close as possible to rub their swollen young 
organs against her satiny, white flesh! 

Dear God, she was helpless ... alone and completely at their drug-incited 
mercy ... and a weird sensations of masochism raced through her at the 
thought, her liquor-drenched brain unable to hold back the devilish imps of 
sensuality their lewd fondling of her naked flesh had unleashed ... satanic, 
tiny imps of hell that had governed the realm of her lecherous body too long 
to ever relinquish it! 

"Oh ... oh God...! she moaned as Orvie's lips closed over and nipped 
teasingly at the pubic hairs covering the soft mound at the base of her 
belly. 

The nubbin-headed youth raised his face and grinned evilly up at her. 
"That's the way, Doll, let yourself get with it. Enjoy all these stiff cocks 
that are anxious to show their appreciation for the way you've handled 'em 
in the past." He laughed, the others joining him. "Okay, guys, let's just 
carry her right over there on the rug in front of the fire where we can 
really do her justice, eh?" 

They did, lifting her in their arms as if she were weightless, placing her 
on her back per Orvie's instructions, all of them dropping to their knees 
and surrounding her, their young, hardened cocks jutting excitedly out from 
their juvenile loins. But it was the heavy, poker-hard length of solid flesh 
poling out from the overgrown youth's hairy loins as he stood at her feet 
looking down at her that was sending the only waves of real fear through 
Barbara. 

It had been the abnormal size and length of it that had lewdly fascinated 
her the first time she had uncontrollably seduced him in her office. Dear 
God, she had hardly been able to get her mouth over it, she remembered, and 
even then she'd had to stroke it vigorously to make him cum, and after she 
had vowed never to touch him again. He'd been like a rutting young bull, 
trying to ram it down her throat while he clutched at her head...! 

"Spread them beautiful legs open wide, Nursie," Orvie said, his small eyes 
gleaming wickedly. "Don't be bashful, eh?" 

Barbara did, but only slightly, her mind still filled with the cringing 
thoughts of that day in her office...! God, if only his was small and tender 
like the others...! Oh, she must be losing her wits entirely! Here she lay 
hopelessly subjected to their slightest whim, and instead of being 
shamefully debased, she was shamelessly alive inside with wild and mounting 
desire! Oh God, what a hopelessly lost lecheress she was...! 

"Wider, Baby ... as far apart as you can get 'em!" Orvie hissed, and 
obscenely she responded, spreading her full, white thighs to the furthest 
extent, until the whole of her defenseless, naked cunt was lewdly exposed to 
him. "Fuck! Look at that delicious sight, will you?" he invited hoarsely. 
"Oh man, am I going to feast on that...! 

Barbara gasped out, her heart pounding in her chest as abruptly, Orvie 
dropped to his knees, then forward on his belly, with his face hovering 
inches above her loins. 

"Go ahead, Orvie! Eat the hot bitch's cunt! Can't you see how bad she wants 
it?" Teddy Drake prodded, grinning widely. 

"Yeah, slip a tongue up in that, Orvie?" Rocky Chalone chimed in as he lie 
down beside Barbara and took her arm to put around his neck as a cushion for 
his head. "Me, I'm going to suck me a little tit. Won't you join me, Bart? 
You'll never find two more luscious ones!" 

"You've got a point there, Rock," the Carter boy said, quickly taking a 
similar position on the other side of Barbara, until she was lying there 
with her arms around both of them, her feet flat on the floor with raised 
knees, her soft, rounded thighs wantonly agape before the staring beady eyes 
of Orvie Gaylord. 

"Ooohhh!" Barbara gasped as she felt both boys begin to greedily fondle the 
smooth resilient flesh of her breasts, kissing and tonguing her nipples ... 
and finally sucking them hungrily into their young mouths. She could feel 
their hard cocks pressed nakedly against her hips, and both of them 
immediately began a lewd rhythmic undulating motion with their pelvises as 
she felt Orvie's large hands contact the flesh of her inner thighs, causing 
her breath to catch passionately in her throat. 

"Ooohhh ... , " she whimpered again when she sensed dewy, tantalizing kisses 
being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her excited pussy, his tongue 
suddenly flicking at the palpitating opening. Every muscle in her body 
tautened at the maddeningly pleasurable licking of her un-separated 
cunt-lips, while soft escaping sounds of ecstasy arose in her throat. She 
felt his thumbs spreading open the puffy excited edges of her cunt, and then 
he laced his hot, moist tongue up through the sensitive pink flesh 
feverishly. 

Barbara groaned, gasped and twitched spasmodically beneath their young 
lustful mouths and tongues sucking and biting at her hardened nippled 
breasts, while the third orally fucked into her vagina, then licked upward 
to circle her erect, quivering clitoris beautifully. Abruptly, his lips 
sucked, drawing the soft folds of inner petals into the warm shelter of his 
mouth, while his tongue kept up its spine-shattering licking against the 
tiny nerve plexus between her legs.... 

"Ooohhh ... oh God, yes ... yesss!" she whimpered, already feeling the first 
stages of her orgasm in her belly from their licentious ministrations to her 
defenseless body. 

Then she saw Teddy Drake taking a position above her face, his feet on 
either side of her head and facing the others; he squatted down until his 
balls dangled above her mouth and the little brown hole of his hair-ringed 
anus nearly touched her nose. Excitedly, she licked out her tiny tongue, 
beginning to lave and coat his young testicles with her saliva, finally 
raising her head and opening her lips wide to gently suck what she could of 
them into her mouth. She heard him groan, then felt him raising up again. 
Reluctantly, she let him free, but not for long. He was re-positioning 
himself on his knees and arching over the two boys sucking at breasts, his 
hands extended to brace himself between her body and theirs, until his 
hardened, familiar cock was above her lips; with one hand he forced it down 
and withdrew the foreskin, holding it for her to quickly raise her head and 
suck it into the heated interior of her wanting mouth and he immediately 
began to fuck in and out of her face, his rigid shaft of hot flesh nearly 
choking her as it probed toward her throat! 

Barbara had suddenly lost all conception of time and space. Her depraved 
passion with the aid of the liquor had quickly driven her beyond and 
rational stage. The perverted streak inside her had destroyed all restraint 
she might have once possessed, she realized, as she wantonly and 
masochistically gave her incited flesh to their young lust. Insane 
sensations of obscene bliss permeated every inch of her voluptuous body, and 
voraciously she sucked at Teddy Drake's swelling cock, knowing from 
experience that in moments it would be spewing its hot, sweet cum into her 
throat, while the warm tongues and mouths pulled enchantingly at her tits, 
and the one between her legs sent erotic shocks of licentious joy racing 
through her cunt and belly...! God she was going to cum, herself, any 
minute...! 

Then, she felt the intruder playing around her anus and braced herself, 
sensing the finger pressing teasingly against the tight, puckered little 
hole, until suddenly it popped inside her and slid unhesitatingly right up 
into the depths of her rectum! She groaned around the stiff, thrusting cock 
in her mouth, the sound increasing as suddenly she felt a second finger join 
the first ... and finally a third, making her grunt and choke as they began 
to worm and thrust tormentingly in and out of her back passage. 

"How do they feel plugging up your ass, Mrs. Lindsey?" Barbara heard and 
recognized Milo Wilson's voice. "You see, I want to stretch it good and 
proper for you before I shove my cock in it later on...!" 

He said more, but Barbara didn't listen. His sadistic invasion of her 
rectum, coupled with Orvie's delightful licking of her pussy and the young 
hungry mouths at her breasts, had triggered her climax. But the final 
embellishment was Teddy Drake's jerking cock brushing at the back of her 
throat! 

"Oh man ... I'm going to cum!" he gasped. "Suck it! Suck it hard!" 

In seconds, Barbara's mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot, creamy sperm 
that raged down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire. 
She fought for breath as she gulped with lustful hunger at the white, 
viscous fluid ejaculating from his jerking teenaged cock driven to the 
depths of her constricting throat muscles. Simultaneously, her own building 
pressure peaked and burst, sending ecstatic jolts of rapture racing over and 
through her convulsing body! 

She felt Teddy's youthful member growing limp in her mouth as she pulled and 
sucked on he drew it from her, and fell back away; she it, licking 
feverishly for its last drop, but then raised her head to gape down at Orvie 
between her widespread thighs, her passion released, hoping that he would 
stop and that Milo would remove his hotly thrusting fingers from her rectum 
... but one look at Milo's grinning face and Orvie's upraised, beady eyes, 
let her know different. They didn't intend to stop ... not even for a 
moment! Dear God, she realized, jerking frantically as the nubbin-headed 
boy's tongue continued to stab and lick at her inflamed clitoris, they 
intended to exhaust her 

...to extract her mind slowly out through her cunt ... and as he continued 
to mouth and tease the tiny, intricate little bud, she sensed the pressure 
beginning to build once more! Oh Lord, she would cum again in a minute...! 

"My turn now, Orvie!" Milo said, extracting his fingers from her bottom with 
a moist, hissing sound. "You take a tit and let one of the boys take over 
her asshole!" 

"Okay," Orvie replied, raising his face that was damp and coated from the 
moistness of her pussy. He grinned at her. "How goes it Nurse Lindsey? 
Wasn't that a winner? Wait 'till we get into the next half-dozen or so, 
eh...?" 

 CHAPTER 10 

David had called twice, surprised that she hadn't answered, but finally 
settled himself on the logical possibility that she had taken a sleeping 
pill and the phones-ring couldn't penetrate her coma. Just as well ... she 
probably needed the sleep with whatever was troubling her. 

"No answer?" Stevie questioned from his place on the couch, the book in his 
lap still opened at the same page as when they'd sat down an hour before. 

"No ... she's undoubtedly sleeping," David said, lowering himself into his 
chair, hardly concerned over her, but wondering what it could be to keep 
such a avid reader as Stevie from doing his normal thing. Boy, she must have 
been dynamic! 

"You think she's okay?" his son said, the concern in his eyes unhidden. 

"Of course ... she's probably taken a sleeping pill," David responded with a 
smile, placing his dead pipe between his teeth. "You keep forgetting, 
Stevie, Barbara's a nurse. She can well take care of herself." He picked up 
his newspaper and made motions of losing himself in it, but in truth, his 
own concern was mounting. 

Perhaps, she had taken something to sleep by ... but if she couldn't hear 
her phone...? People were always taking too many by mistake ... forgetting 
that they'd taken the first one...! Should he go and investigate? He 
certainly didn't want to intrude on her privacy. Barbara would never 
appreciate that ... Still...? Oh hell, he was trying to build mountains out 
of.... 

"Dad?" 

"Yes? 

"Maybe we ought to go over and see if she's okay...? 

David smiled. He was so pleased to know the concern of his son. He said: 
"Your idea is acceptably warm, young man, but I don't believe that we 
should. At this point, Barbara still values her privacy. I don't want to 
invade that ... can you understand, Stevie?" 

"Well ... yes, I guess so ... but...." 

"But...?" 

"Oh ... nothing, Dad." David took his pipe to empty it. He said: "Why don't 
you read your book, Son? Don't worry, everything's fine ... Remember that 
old saying your Mom used to employ ... whatever happens, happens for the 
best?" 

"Yeah ... , " Stevie answered, remembering. "I think of that a lot, really 
... Okay, Dad, whatever you say." 

David picked up his cognac and sipped at it, watching his son lift his book 
and get seemingly interested. Strange, he thought, but for a moment he'd had 
a weird feeling that whatever had been between Barbara and himself had 
suddenly died...! But of course, that was ridiculous ... or was it? Did he 
really want to marry her? Was he so much in love that he wanted to bring her 
into their house ... to mother his son? Their sex had been beautiful ... but 
even whores could be beautiful...! 

"What're you thinking about, Dad?" Stevie asked, looking up and smiling. "I 
could tell you were by the expression on your face...." 

"Nothing, really, Stevie ... just contemplating. Look, read your book, eh?" 

"Sure thing," Stevie said. "Sorry." 

* * * 

Barbara paid little mind to Teddy Drake who had produced a camera and was 
hopping around, taking shots from every conceivable angle. She could barely 
concentrate on anything but the continual resurgence of ecstatic sensations 
the marathon of young mouths and tongues sucking and licking at her seething 
genitals, while others salaciously tormented every erogenous area she 
possessed, were forcing her to endure. Already, she had lost count of the 
orgasms her trembling and nearly exhausted body had experienced ... or who 
was between her thighs, or sucking her breasts, or thrusting their cock in 
her mouth and emptying their fiery sperm down her throat, while fingers 
routed and gouged at the soft, spongy flesh of her rectum! 

Vaguely, now, she gave thanks for the liquor she had drunk, for without its 
anesthetizing effects she would have gone mad by this time! Her frantic body 
was a quivering mass of erotically tortured nerve-ends. Unceasingly they 
kept up their oral ravaging and for how long it had gone on, Barbara had no 
idea, but nebulously she was aware that now and then there would only be one 
or two of them at her, while the others drank beer from cans along with 
smoking their pot and playing the audience, obviously taunting their virile 
young cocks back into erection once more. 

Dear God, it couldn't go on much longer, or she would go absolutely insane! 
Yet, they only sniggered obscenely each time she pleaded with them, and 
whoever was taking a turn at the tremulously seething inferno between her 
thighs would begin to lick and suck fiendishly until the convulsive spasms 
jolted again through her loins and belly in a paroxysm of agonized 
pleasure...! 

"Oh ... oh my God, please...? Stop...! Barbara begged, tossing her head back 
and forth on the rug in the aftermath of a numbing series of little climaxes 
at the viciously sucking mouth of Bart Carter. "Stop...! Oh God, stop! 
You're driving me mad!" 

"Hey ... is that any way to show appreciation?" Orvie taunted, grinning down 
at her through his drug-glazed little eyes, the sight of the thin string of 
white glistening seminal fluid stretched from the corner of her open mouth 
down over her chin giving his lust an added charge. "You surprise me, Nurse 
Lindsey. Here we are taking turns, sweating our asses off trying to satisfy 
that greedy cunt of yours, and this is the way you thank us...? 

"Oh God, please ... no more ... no more...? Barbara pleaded, trying to focus 
his small face into view as he stood above her lewdly stroking his long, 
still hardened cock. "I beg you ... all of you, no more of that ... I can't 
stand it...! 

"No more of what, Doll?" Orvie teased, wanting to hear her say it, and 
wondering if she was ready for phase two of their well planned little orgy. 

"Ooohh ... the ... the licking and ... and sucking of ... my cunt ... , " 
Barbara whimpered in a debased shame she had never before known, but using 
the vilest of terms because she was certain it was what he, they, wanted to 
hear ... and she had to gain their mercy somehow. Anything else they might 
conceive doing to her would be a relief now! God, she couldn't cum one more 
time; she'd screech her lungs out...! 

"Okay, Baby, seeing you put it that way," Orvie agreed nodding down at Bart 
Carter who raised his wetly shining face from between her obscenely spread 
thighs and watching the sigh of deliverance escape from her voluptuous, 
trembling body. Man, she was a luscious bitch, he thought, gaping at her 
firm rounded breasts that they'd all sucked into a maddening hardness, and 
down over the flat, smooth white bowl of her belly to the dark, hair-fringed 
area between her full shapely thighs where her cunt-lips lay open now to 
expose the glistening velvety flesh they had purposely tormented beyond 
reason. "So ... what say to a bit of fucking now, Mrs. Lindsey, eh?" 

Barbara stared up at him, her flesh cringing at the sight of his heavy, 
swollen penis swaying like a yard-arm from his hairy loins, his bloated sac 
hanging menacingly beneath. He was giving her no choice, she realized; it 
was let him fuck her senseless, or more of the ordeal she had just gone 
through! Then, she saw the others moving in to surround her again, all of 
them with re-erected organs except Teddy Drake with his camera, and she knew 
from experience that he was finished ... but the others ... my God, them 
too? 

"Well, Baby ... maybe you're not ready yet, eh," Orvie said, signaling to 
Rocky Chalone who immediately started to drop down between her still wide 
spread thighs. "A little more cunt-licking ought.... 

"No, please, not that! I'm ready! Yes, fuck me ... anything, but no more of 
that...! Barbara pleaded, raising to her elbows shakily. 

"All right," Orvie replied, as if he were answering her request. "If that's 
what you want, Doll, we'll fuck you ... as a matter-of fact, Milo and I've 
been saving our whole load for this act of the party. Right, buddy? You 
know, Mrs. Lindsey, we wanted to make sure you went away happy tonight, and 
that shows you the type of concerned youths we really are?" 

A wave of lascivious laughter echoed from the others. 

"Oh God...! Barbara moaned, chokingly. Then, she saw Orvie dropping down 
onto the rug beside her and stretching out on his back, his towering member 
pointed ceiling-ward. 

"Come on, Doll," he ordered lewdly. "Let's get up over me here and give it a 
little kiss and a lick before I bury it in that pretty cunt, eh?" 

Of them all, only this nubbin-headed overgrown, pothead actually repulsed 
Barbara, and had since she'd made the stupid mistake of letting her 
depravity get the better of her in the office that day, but presently, she 
realized that her likes, or dislikes, were not apt to be taken into 
consideration: yet she couldn't hold back the feeling of utter loathing she 
felt as with unsteady, quaking body, she arose to her knees, then climbed 
astraddle of his muscularly powerful legs and bent down over his thick, 
rigid shaft of hot boyish flesh. 

He raised his little head to watch when she subserviently grasped his cock 
inside her slender fingers; she felt him lurch to her touch, a surprising 
sensation rippling through her own belly at the hot, throbbing feel of it in 
her hand. God, she wouldn't have believed it possible that there was an 
ounce of arousal left in here...! With one hand, she began to work the thick 
foreskin up and down over its bulbous, blood-engorged head, finally drawing 
it all the way back until the moist, spongy glans were exposed ... and then 
she kissed it with soft lips, letting her tiny tongue spear out to penetrate 
the slit of its opening and tasting the piquant tang of seminal fluid that 
clung there. 

Barbara heard him grunt beneath her laving tongue, and she began to lick its 
sensitive underside, swirling around the coronal rim, her loathing and 
repulsion of only a moment past rapidly dwindling before the lecherous 
tingling a cock to her lips and tongue invariably kindled inside her. She 
sensed an unbelievable tremble of excitement race up her spine as she licked 
her way down the thick shaft to his swollen balls, kissing and coating them 
with the saliva from her mouth, her own incredible desire building almost 
painfully in her loins and belly. 

Dear God, there was no end to her depraved hunger, was there...? 

"Oh fuck!" Orvie exclaimed vilely. "Get up over me and get it into your 
cunt, Baby! Man, I've got to fuck you! You're too much!" 

Barbara didn't try to restrain the little smile of egotism his words sparked 
as she did his bidding; yes, she thought licentiously, she could still 
handle the likes of his adolescent, dim-witted cock! She moved up over him 
on her knees with her white thighs spread wide, her full breasts hanging and 
swaying above his barrel chest, her still moist and open cunt directly above 
the tips of his young, heavy cock; then, with one hand, she reached between 
her legs, grasping the hard shaft to draw its head back and forth through 
the soft moist flesh separating her swollen, hair-lined cunt lips. 

"Oh shit...! Orvie grasped, thrusting his pelvis upward uncontrollably. "Get 
the goddamned thing in, will you, bitch?" 

Again Barbara displayed her little smile that reflected her lust-filled ego, 
plus thankfulness now for her wet, dilated vagina their fiendish licking and 
sucking were responsible for. 

Milo Wilson watched it all from behind, his face almost touching Orvie's 
legs and Nurse Lindsey's beautiful ass, his eyes gaping as he watched her 
place old Orvie's thick cock-head right at the quivering mouth of her cunt 
hole, then push her ass down onto it with a swoosh, taking the whole 
frigging thing right up inside her cunt on the first lunge! He heard her 
gasp out a heavy sigh and Orvie's grunting reaction as she rocked back and 
forth on it, then lifted her hips, her pink cunt-flesh sucking and pulling 
at it only to plunge down again, this time with a circling undulation of her 
loins ... and for a moment he thought he might shoot off just watching the 
horny sight! 

Crap, that was the thing about her! No one guy was going to tear her up with 
his feeble cock! Like Orvie had said, she was too much ... which was the 
reason they'd teamed and planned the whole orgy. Man, they'd really had her 
going there for awhile; she'd cum so many times her guts must've been ready 
to fall out ... but here she was right back for more! 

He stared at the little spongy ring of her raised anus, all puckered and 
brownish without a hair around it ... but swollen and maybe stretched a 
little now from his, and the other guys' fingers ... stared, watching it bob 
up and down between the rounded white spheres of her spread-open buttocks 
and wishing to hell it was his turn next. But it wasn't! According to plan, 
Rocky made the next move when Orvie gave him the signal, then, his shot came 
with Bart joining in and poor Teddy catching pictures of it all. Well, 
somebody had to do that too, according to Orvie, that was if they wanted to 
make the whole crazy scene pay off ... so they could do it again when the 
urge hit them, which was friggin' often! Anyway, Teddy was a one-cummer; 
crap, he was only thirteen. Wait till he hit his stride...! 

Orvie clutched cruelly with his big hands at her rhythmically dancing tits, 
squeezing and kneading their resilient satiny flesh while he lifted from the 
floor to thrust his aching cock up into the tight, velvety confines of her 
gasping cunt-channel. Shit, she was ... she was too much! Her long raven 
hair hung down to graze and tickle his cheeks, and there was a smile on her 
face ... a confident little smile that was drawing the sap right out of him. 
His balls churned almost painfully, he'd held his load back for so long ... 
and when he lifted her tits up and looked down at her plunging cunt 
swallowing up his cock, he couldn't believe it! 

"Wh-What's wrong, Orvie...? she panted, ever smiling down at him. "Barbara 
too much for you this way...? 

The big boy choked, his words bunching in his throat before he got them out 
and Barbara's smile twisted to a salacious grin. Damn them! she thought. 
She'd show them who their mistress was! And enjoy the delights of their 
cocks in the bargain! But it was this one, the huge one she had to humble 
first ... and the others would be, as they say, like picking cherries! 
Though, for a moment in the beginning, when she'd plunged down on it and the 
rubbery head had battered her cervix, she'd had her moment of doubt ... but 
now, that very same nudging and pummeling was instigating a tremendous 
pressure in her belly! God, what a climax it should be...! 

"Now, Rock!" the naked, nubbin-headed delinquent in under her said, 
interrupting her thoughts, and Barbara sensed a spasm of apprehension at the 
sound of his voice. 

Abruptly, she felt another presence moving in behind her and automatically 
assumed it to be Rocky Chalone! She sensed his hands on her buttocks, warm 
and caressing, then smoothing to her hips, the heat of his body evidence of 
his closeness! 

"Wh-What are you going to...! she started. 

"Shut up you cunt!" Orvie snarled up at her viciously, and she did, bringing 
her grinding fucking motion to a decisive halt, a new trepidation of fear 
suddenly sweping over her. "Damn you ... you're going to be hard to teach, 
aren't you? You can't believe that you lose and we win! Well, maybe, it's 
better that way, Baby ... but I assure you, we're going to win ... even with 
your hot cunt that can't seem to get enough cock ... which, in fact, 
inspired our next stage! If ... if you're ready, Rock, go ahead...! 

Oddly enough, Barbara, though she knew that she should be, was not 
frightened. The thought had registered in her mind that no matter how they 
violated her now, such an act or acts couldn't possibly throw her into the 
state of hysteria she had reached through their sucking and licking of 
her...! 

And then, Orvie's withdrawal of his cock from her vagina until only the tip 
rested at its mouth ... and the presence of a second shaft that had to be 
seated upon the first, both nozzles pointed and geared toward the passage of 
her cunt, made her horribly understand what they had in mind! They were 
going to double-fuck her...! 

"Oh ... oh no! Please ... I can't take them both...." 

"Ready, Rocky?" 

"Say when, Orvie!" 

"Oh no ... please, boys ... please...? 

"One ... two ... threeee ... Give!" 

They did, simultaneously, Rocky clutching at her hips powerfully, destroying 
any thoughts of evasion she might have entertained, their pair of cocks 
smashing up into her vagina like devastating pile-drivers, immediately 
stretching her open cunt with breathtaking shocks of agony that eliminated 
all sense of ego and self-respect she had enjoyed! 

"Aaaaauuuuggghhh: Stop! Please! Stop!" Barbara grunted in her immediate 
agony. "My God...! What kind of little animals are you?" 

Orvie laughed up into her face. "Fuck-animals, Nurse Lindsey! That's it! 
Fuck-animals! What kind are you...?" 

She couldn't speak! The penetration of both their hardened penises together 
in her vagina was more than breathtaking ... it was medieval ! She 
remembered once of reading about it, the thought intriguing her, but the 
real act...? And they raced into her ... in and out ... as if they had 
practiced, she thought gaspingly, conceived them putting their cocks 
together in rehearsal! My God, they were stretching her beyond reason! 

"Oh ... ooohhhh, dear Lord!" she gasped as they plunged into her. "You're 
killing me! You're killing me!" 

"Is it nice, Baby?" Orvie hissed up at her. "Do you love it?" 

"Ooohhhh! Oh ... Oh Godddd ... yes ... yessss ... yesssss! Do it ... do 
itttt! Fuck me with both cocks! I want you to! I dooo!" 

Barbara could hardly comprehend the weird stretched sensations her vagina 
was telegraphing to her brain, the never-before equaled enchantment 
returning to permeate her body, firing her satanically. She was insatiable! 
She knew it now for certain! Anything evil and obscene, had it to do with 
sex, was her forte! She had been lost for a thousand years ... and knowing 
it, she could pump her hips and buttocks like a wanton demon down onto the 
charging, uplifted cocks, scoring the sensitive, pink flesh of her 
acclimating vagina! 

But it was Rocky who began to whimper, grasping feverishly at her hips and 
thrusting his cock in unison with Orvie's into her cunt! 

"I-I can't hold it, Orvie! I-I'm going to cummm!" 

"Okay, so shoot it!" Orvie spat contemptuously. "Let the hot bitch have it!" 

Barbara moaned uncontrollably at the licentious thought of his virile young 
cock ejaculating excitedly into her while the other continued to race on 
uninterrupted, the two shafts of hardened cock-flesh adjoined in her mind's 
eye like a double-barreled weapon, and she pumped her salaciously spread 
buttocks and genitals up and down on them ... suddenly feeling the upper one 
jerking and swelling, while its youthful owner clutching brutally at the 
soft, silken flesh of her hips and he began to chant: 

"Oh shit! Oh damn! Oh ... oh ... here it cuummmmsss...! 

Barbara felt it squirting from the tip of his desperately ramming cock in 
thick hot jets of viscous male liquid, immediately lubricating the stretched 
walls of her vagina with a welcoming coating that increased the sensitivity 
of her passage by tenfold. But then, it was growing limp, almost pulpy, 
until it was gone, and the single thrusting cock still charging up into her 
... the one she had feared because of its size, no longer was enough! It was 
as if she were trying to fuck a baby-penis, plunging her cunt down onto it 
with wanton, undulating motions of her hips and buttocks in her effort to 
maintain the friction of his hard, hot flesh against the fluid-filled, 
expanded sheath of her intensely excited cuntal passage! 

"Oh ... God ... more! Someone else ... put your cock in there with Orvie's! 
Please ... hurry!" she gasped, breathlessly. 

"Sonofabitch!" Orvie choked, as she bucked and strained on top of him like a 
woman gone mad, her beautiful face contorted in debauched lust, and he 
clutched at her hanging breasts cruelly, mauling them and biting their 
nipples as he smashed his aching cock up and to meet her downward plunge, 
the fear beginning to rise in him that maybe she was too much for them after 
all...!"N-Now, Milo! Get it into her!" 

Milo knelt behind her, moving in when Rocky was finished, his cock like a 
throbbing poker as he gaped at the stretched and swollen pink outer-flesh of 
her cuntal-channel and Orvie's heavy prick pistoning up into it, all moist 
and glistening from the mixture of Rocky's jism and her pussy-juice that was 
matting the hair at the base of Orvie's cock and dribbling down his balls! 

Frig, he didn't think he could wait much longer for Orvie's signal ... and 
then, she'd started to beg for another cock and he knew it was time! He was 
already kneeling up snug to her, his hands on her hips covering the red 
welts that Rocky had left there, his brain a pot-fogged sponge of adolescent 
lust as his eager eyes centered on the raised little ring of her inflamed 
anus that was puffy and not quite so tight since they'd finger-reamed it...! 

"Hold it, Baby," Orvie ordered hoarsely. "Here comes your other cock...! 

"Oh ... yes...! Barbara moaned, bringing her body to a temporary motionless 
position and obscenely thrusting her buttocks back by dipping her waist and 
spreading her knees wider, the absolutely depraved thought of two cocks 
again inside her there inciting her wickedly! She felt his hands on her 
hips, then the nudging of his young hard flesh as it played in the dampness 
coating the entire area of her genitals, its spongy tip moving provocatively 
up and down the crevice separating her gapingly spread buttocks. "Hurry! 
Please, Milo ... get it in!" she hissed passionately, squirming her hips as 
if to help him ... but then, she froze...! 

God! What was he doing...? She sensed his thumbs on either side of her tiny 
virginal anus, pressuring outward as if to open the tight little hole! Oh 
no, dear God, she was too sore there from their finger fucking...! 

"Oh please, not there! Don't! I can't ... not the other one in my cunt...! 
Barbara pleaded, fear knotting her belly at the thought of him trying to 
sodomize her while Orvie fucked into her still wanting pussy. Putting them 
both into her vagina was one thing ... she had already found out its 
capacity ... but this outrageous obscenity would split her apart...! 

"Hold still, you cock-eating bitch!" Orvie spat up at her, clutching and 
twisting her slightly bruised breasts viciously. "I told you we were going 
to win this game, damn you!" 

"Uuuunngghhh," Barbara whimpered from the pain of his cruel big hands ... 
and then, she felt the hardened head of Milo's rigid cock pressuring against 
the once tight ring of her anus that he was thumb-spreading open! God, at 
that frightening moment it was difficult for her to believe they were just 
teenaged boys ... boys that once she had seduced and enjoyed to the tune of 
her own perverted, sadistic pleasure ! Oh, how the tables had turned...! 

She felt him strain forward! Oh Lord...! His cock-head was worming its way 
into her there and she chilled with natural terror! 

"Oh God ... please no!" she whimpered painfully, trying to squirm free of 
the blunt, agonizing intrusion into her helplessly resisting rectum; but 
they clung to her mercilessly, Milo ever-pressing forward as she clenched 
her tear-filled eyes tightly shut, and then the tensioned, elastic 
nether-ring of her asshole gave way before the relentless pressure, letting 
the smooth turgid head pop salaciously into her. She felt his strong young 
hands move to her thighs, his fingers gouging into her tender, white flesh, 
and she grit her teeth to help her bear the pain. 

"How's that feel, Mrs. Lindsey?" Orvie taunted, leering contemptuously up at 
her as he continued to knead her swollen, sore breasts, and thrust his heavy 
cock up into her vagina with a grinding, circular action of his hips. "Like 
somebody was shoving a hot rod up your luscious ass, eh?" 

"Oooohhhhh! Aaauuggghhhhh! Stop ... oh, stop! You're killing me!" Barbara 
half-screeched, her face twisted from the torment. "Ooohhh ... you ... you 
wicked little bastard!" she wailed back at Milo, straining her neck to look 
at his young, drugged grin as he clutched sadistically at her thighs, 
worming his rigid cock slowly up into her warm, rubbery passage without 
respite, and Orvie hauled her down against his chest, forcing her ass higher 
into the air to unwillingly help Milo's cock push into and fuck here there, 
its throbbing head plowing the spongy, clinging flesh before it, until 
finally with one last furious lunge that flattened her ass-moons against his 
pelvis, he had driven the length of it into her desperately tortured back 
passage. 

Barbara gasped for breath, hardly able to think, the pain was so 
overwhelming! She would never be the same after this ... this fiendish 
ravaging of her genitals! Even the effects of the liquor she had drunk 
throughout the day was no longer of any solace to her ... and the slightest 
move she made only impaled it deeper into her rectal passage! She tried to 
hold herself to a deathly stillness as they both began to saw in and out of 
her still moist vaginal and rectal channels ... in and out ... in and out 
... until she began to sense the thickness of their hot shafts of cock flesh 
rubbing against each other, separated only by the thin, fleshy membrane 
between her vagina and rectum! 

"Uuunnggg ... ooohhh ... ooohhhh, God...!" she moaned helplessly, the 
incredible torment oddly becoming weirdly pleasurable! She began to move 
back and down with her seething, stretched passages in response to their 
plunging young cocks! 

To Barbara, in her total lust-corrupted state, pain had suddenly become joy, 
and for the thousandth time she reasoned vaguely the depths of her perverted 
degradation! God, there was no limit to the dregs of debauched obscenities 
to which her lecherous passion would subject itself...! 

"Ram it to her, Milo baby!" Orvie encouraged. "Make the teasing bitch taste 
it up in her throat!" 

Barbara didn't try to restrain the grunts of masochistic passion pouring 
from her lips as she felt the swollen intrusion thrusting solidly into her 
rectum, chafing and rubbing to a prurient sensation its tender spongy flesh. 
She felt his hands gripping her smooth hips again with an eager pressure as 
he sawed and drubbed into her, the sweet pain going on and on, each vicious 
plunge raising a throaty gasp from her that filled the otherwise quietness 
of the room. She stared unseeingly, but conscious of Orvie's big hands 
evilly twisting and taunting the fullness of her still dancing breasts, 
while his cohort pummeled between her upraised buttocks with longer, 
smoother strokes, ramming the entire length of his hard teen-aged cock right 
up her ass, until she could feel his youthful bloated balls slapping each 
time against the stretched, cock-stuffed mouth of her pussy. 

"How do you like it now, Baby? We getting to you yet?" the nubbin-headed boy 
beneath her spat as he unceasingly squeezed and tormented her lush breasts, 
twisting their distended nipples harshly. Then, with an unexpected 
spine-shattering lurch, he drove his long thick cock upward into her vagina 
to stab at the underside of her belly, forcing a pitiful whimper to escape 
her throat. "You're going to remember this party for some time to come, I'll 
bet my ass!" 

Barbara felt like laughing down into his young, small face. Oh, she'd 
remember it all right, but only because of the vile, forbidden bliss it was 
bringing her ... being raped by five youthful cocks that had fucked into 
every opening of her sensuous, insatiable body! Yes, she would remember it 
all right ... and so would they ... for the rest of their lives...! 

 CHAPTER 11 

Teddy Drake, who had grown tired of taking pictures, had stretched out in a 
chair with a can of beer in one hand, his young cock in the other, watching 
the lewd performance taking place on the floor before the dying fire while 
he stroked himself vigorously. So far in his thirteen years, he had 
discovered that voyeurism accompanied by masturbation was much more 
pleasurable to him than the actual fucking of a girl, or having her suck 
him. They just didn't seem to pull the terrific sensations from his loins 
that his diligent young fist could...! 

On the davenport, Rocky Chalone lie stretched out ... and passed out, a 
bummer of a situation that was happening too often lately from the pot and 
beer. Bart Carter thought ... like the dumb little punk in the chair pulling 
his prick; caught a quick glance at both of them before focusing his 
attention back on the orgy taking place on the rug. Man, how could a guy 
whack it with such a luscious bitch as Mrs. Lindsey just waiting to suck him 
off again? 

He watched, dropping to his knees beside Milo, staring in mesmerized 
excitement while he stroked his resurrected, hardened member ... Milo's 
sodomizing cock racing hotly into her obscenely stretched asshole, while 
Orvie's hairy loins plunged up and down furiously, in and out of her moistly 
clinging cunt with powerful, tunneling thrusts ... both of them working like 
a schooled team that tossed her between them, and she moaning continuously 
at the crazy-wild fucking they were giving her. 

Man, old Orvie was so goddamned wrapped up in his work that he'd forgotten 
the plans ... but he couldn't wait any longer...! Still, he didn't want to 
get the big stoop uptight with him either...! 

Bart knead his way up to where his overgrown buddy was straining, beady-eyed 
and stroking Mrs. Lindsey's bruised tits. "Hey, man ... now?" he asked, his 
mouth flannel-dry, "Is it time for me...?" 

Bart saw the nubbin-headed goof roll his head toward him, his little eyes 
staring blankly ... as if he'd forgotten everything but his own stiff cock! 

"Wh-What...?" Orvie choked, the gusto seemingly drained from his voice, his 
little mouth hanging open loosely as he sucked in gasps of air. 

It was Barbara, herself, who turned her beautiful, wantonly distorted face 
toward him and said: "Co-Come here, little darling! Bring that sweet cock of 
here to Barbara...!" 

From his lewdly stretched out position in the chair, Teddy Drake couldn't 
believe it! After all they had put her though, she was still asking for 
more! He dropped his own prick momentarily as he watched her hold a hand to 
Bart, and all the while the raging stalks of cock-flesh fucked into her 
lewdly responding genitals, she meeting their plunges stroke for stroke, as 
if the party had just begun! Crap, no wonder he shied away from broads ... 
you couldn't satisfy the bitches! 

"Well do it man!" Orvie rasped. "Do what the sweet doll's telling you...!" 

Sweet doll? Teddy groaned inwardly. No bitch, or cunt, or cock-eater ... but 
sweet doll! Crud, whose show was this, anyway? Who was being taught the 
goddamned lesson? Man, the next thing, he'd probably want to tear up the 
friggin' pictures...! 

But Barbara knew. She had known since Orvie Gaylord had begun to tenderly 
kiss and caress her breasts rather than maul them, and Milo's rigid young 
cock had never been anything but eager once she'd grown accustomed to its 
unnatural presence. Now, together, the long, thick rod of cock-flesh 
inciting rapidly mounting sensations in her loins and belly when she'd 
wondered if it could ever happen again, and the virile boy-cock bringing her 
weird bliss in its sodomizing charges from behind, were hers ... tamed, 
beaten, possessed, the licentiously overwhelming knowledge causing lecherous 
excitement of sadistic lubricity to seize complete and infernal control over 
her once more. The vanquished was vanquishing the vanquishers ... and now, 
she would capture the third one...! 

Crap, the whole show was going down the drain, Teddy Drake groaned, clasping 
at his cock again as he watched Bart's prick poling out above Orvie's slack 
face ... and he began to massage himself while he gaped with grow-excitement 
as their school nurse took Bart's throbbing member in her hand and without 
hesitation leaned forward to draw it hungrily into her widely ovaled mouth! 

* * * 

David couldn't sleep. His mind was too occupied with the jarring upset of 
the unexpected and unfounded turn his thinking had taken earlier in the 
evening. Yet, as remotely plausible as it seemed at the moment, he knew he 
would not marry Barbara ... that their love, or physical attraction, 
whichever, was just not strong enough to bind them inseparably, such as 
Janet and his had been. 

Actually, there was no reason for alarm over it. Men and women had fallen 
into infatuating circumstances before and survived with little difficulty, 
once their eyes were opened ... and he would immediately set about to open 
Barbara's. She was too much of a beautiful person not to understand, or see 
the way their delightful sexual encounter had swayed them. Perhaps, if she 
was willing ... and certainly, many girls were, they could carry on a warm, 
satisfying relationship in that capacity ... and who knows, maybe eventually 
something permanent might even come of it...! 

But in all truth, it was Stevie who wouldn't let him sleep. The boy had made 
such a sudden change in his own viewpoints ... from being totally against 
his proposed marriage to Barbara to complete acceptance. It didn't quite 
make sense, such bitterness abruptly changed from gall to honey! 

Christ, was it possible? Oh, he'd heard the rumors around the school, but 
weren't young students always ready to put down a strict disciplinary 
teacher, a rugged coach, or a pretty faculty member? Their exaggerations ran 
away with them, and at no other age were they more susceptible to 
aberrational fantasies encompassing an adult, especially a desirable woman 
such as Barbara. 

Oh, it was ridiculous, he knew ... yet, it had been the mere disgusting 
thought of Stevie and ... oh God! What terrible things he was conceiving in 
his brain ... still, supposing ... just supposing...? 

* * * 

On the crest of her ungovernable, insatiable carnality, Barbara reveled. 
They had hoped to destroy her, but instead, she had won ... and against 
decisive odds! Every sensuous bodily entrance she possessed was filled with 
boy-cock, sweet and luscious boy-cock! With depraved delight, she undulated 
her full, rounded buttocks tirelessly, and squeezed with both cunt and 
rectal muscles at the hardened, young poles of sinew thrusting with hot 
rhythm into her hotly receiving cavities. She listened to catch their 
adolescent groans of subservience to her sex, while her passages pulled 
vampirishly at their juvenile loins, and with ardent hunger she began to 
suck in wickedness at the jerking young cock in her mouth, her cheeks 
hollowing and bloating licentiously, delighting in the exploring of it with 
her fervent, licking tongue, its tip probing serpent-like into the childlike 
slit in the turgid head. She sought, closed-eyed with soft and warm hands, 
finding his bloated teenaged balls, cupping them in warmth, and beginning to 
caress and milk them with passionate fervor. 

Oh ... oh yes! This was all things! She was devoted ... a slave to their 
tender, unschooled and vibrant cocks in her mouth! All else was but inciting 
fuel fed to the hotbed of coals encompassing her passionate perversion! Not 
that she had truly ever doubted it, but again and again it had proven to be 
true for her! For, until his sweet-tasting young cock had slipped warmly 
into the loving sanctuary between her lips, her ultimate enchantment had 
done little more than ferment in her belly and loins, building pressure and 
promising erotic explosions that never would have happened! 

It would now, she knew! Just its enrapturing presence between her 
voraciously sucking lips, and the knowing that it would soon squirt its 
nectar out for her to drink and swallow ... his hot cum ... piquant and 
dribbling down her throat to fill her belly was enough ... then, those cocks 
ramming into her cunt and asshole would do the same ... but until that 
moment of his oral fucking cock-entrance, there had been no promising 
satiation for her...! 

"Oh ... oh shit ... Orvie! Orvie...?" Milo whined like a puppy, interrupting 
Barbara's licentious thought. "I'm going to! Man...! I'm cummmmnnnnggg!" 

From across the room Teddy Drake hammered diligently at his swollen young 
penis, Milo's words striking his eardrums with lascivious, if anxious, 
excitement. Crap ... he'd beat himself sore, but he couldn't! He gaped at 
Milo kneeling obscenely up behind the nurse's wide spread ass, his soaring 
cock disappearing like a piston right up her once, tiny hole ... and then, 
Milo began to lurch and spasm, his motion no longer even, and he knew he was 
shooting his cum into her back passage...! Oh crap! He wanted to cum too. 
had to...! 

Orvie Gaylord wanted to cry! His passion was that intense, plus, he knew 
that he had wronged her all the way ... every fucking bit of the way! From 
the beginning, after she'd sucked his cock, then gone cold on him, he knew! 
Shit, he loved her ... and the way her beautiful cunt was drawing the nuts 
right out of him! 

"Oh man ... man!" he heard Bart exclaim. "I'm going to blow 'em, Orvie...!" 

"Yeah ... okay ... go ahead!" the big boy gasped, trying to reconcile his 
own situation. He was one straw away, himself! Man, what kind of woman had 
they tried to put-down? She was the ultimate ... and somehow, he knew it 
would never happen again! They'd thrown everything they had this time ... 
but she was still in control! Oh shit ... he had to cum! His cock and balls 
were killing him...! 

Oh God, yes ... Barbara's libidinous mind perceived knowingly! She sensed 
Bart's organ swelling abruptly in her mouth and she sucked it ravenously, 
until it burst and he whined out, shuddering all over ... exploded to gush 
forth thick streams of the creamy, pungent sperm into her mouth and throat, 
her cheeks puffing and contracting as she swallowed in delight to keep from 
choking on the continual spurts issuing from it. She drank it down greedily 
in thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the ejaculating shaft of 
flesh, prepared not to lose a single drop! 

Then he fell back from her, his shrinking boy-cock pulling from between her 
still sucking lips, a seepage of jism oozing from the corners of her lovely 
mouth ... and she looked down at the tamed, small face of their self-styled 
leader who had planned to destroy her. Both her rectum and belly were filled 
with his young cohorts cum! Now, it was his turn! 

She bent down and kissed him with her moist, sperm-coated lips, thrusting 
her tiny cum-covered tongue into his little mouth obscenely, finally raising 
her head and laughing down at him. 

"It's been quite a party you planned, Orvie, but you've yet to do your 
share. Do we have to call one of the others for help again, or do you think 
you're man enough to handle the finale?" 

"Y-You bitch! You beautiful, fucking b-bitch!" he gasped feebly and without 
malice. "I'll finish it ... or die trying...! 

"You might at that, Lover!" Barbara hissed, raising her hips higher and 
plunging down in an undulating grinding motion with her buttocks, her 
cunt-muscles contracting and pulling at his thrusting, rock-hard cock, while 
her swollen breasts swayed and jounced above his face. She sat up straight 
then, beginning a salacious rocking motion, feeling the towering length of 
his delicious prick scoring the walls of her tingling, moist vagina, while 
its bulbous head prodded at her under belly delightfully. She reached behind 
her and found his bloated balls to cup and taunt with her nails, then gently 
squeezed and milked them knowledgeably. 

From his place in the chair, Teddy Drake continued to hammer at himself with 
fury, the sight of Milo and Bart sprawled on the floor like two exhausted 
soldiers with their limp, glistening cocks shriveling up resembling useless 
strands of cooked macaroni, peaked the envy in him ... but it wasn't until 
Orvie cried out that he felt his load begin its journey and he grabbed for 
his handkerchief! 

"Goddamn...! Orvie choked, gaping up at her beautiful sensuous face. "Here 
it cums, Baby! Oh shit...! Fuck it hard! I'm ccuuummmmiiiinnnn...!" 

"Yesss! Yessssss!" Barbara responded with a little wail, her luscious hips 
and buttocks smashing downward to absorb his up-thrusting, jerking cock 
frantically. "Oh God...! Now! Nooowwwww...!" 

She screamed and Orvie bellowed! Their bodies convulsed spasmodically, the 
result of their orgasms foaming back and down out of Barbara's enveloping 
cunt in a torrent to flood hotly over his cock and balls below while they 
continued to pound against each other in salaciously resounding lust...! 

 CHAPTER 12 

That bright and sunny California morning, Barbara Lindsey left four 
important stages of her life behind her: her school resignation, the little 
town of Santa Lenora, and her love for David and Stevie Hamilton. 

She sat quietly on the train, occasionally staring damp-eyed out the window 
to watch the countryside roll by, resolved that she had done the right and 
only thing. It was quite apparent to her now that she could never change, 
and to have married David would have meant the ruination of both his and 
Stevie's lives, for she never could have kept her lecherous hands off the 
boy ... and truly, she loved them both too much to destroy them. 

She had left without saying good-bye, in fact, had mailed her resignation to 
the school, and at the moment she had no particular destination in mind, 
except to head east. Still, she didn't feel lonesome, nor the slightest bit 
like a wanderer, and she always had her profession for security. No, her 
brief tears puddling her lovely eyes had come when she thought of David and 
handsome Stevie. She knew she was going to miss them both so much.... 

Suddenly, a little ripple of excitement washed through her belly and she 
searched her purse for a Kleenex, drying her eyes quickly. She stole another 
glance across the aisle and saw him smile over at her. She returned it with 
a pleasant one of her own, thinking that he couldn't be over fifteen or 
sixteen ... and undoubtedly traveling alone! 

And God, he was a handsome young boy...! 


THE END
