RWS-241  Timmy And The Nurse
[aka 'The Nurse's Cure' or 'Kiss From Nurse']
(Jacquelyn Masters)


Chapter One 

Jenny Lane made her way through the group of young boys and girls gathered 
at the refreshment table and helped herself to a glass of punch. Her 
voluptuously curved body began to sway almost unconsciously in time to the 
music as the rock band broke into another fast song. Sipping her punch, she 
turned and watched the youngsters pair off into couples and move out onto 
the dance floor. 

Jenny liked these occasions when she and Mac were called on to chaperon 
social gatherings of the junior high school where they both worked. It 
afforded them an opportunity to get much closer to and more intimate with 
the students; it broke down the natural barriers between them. And though 
she might not have cared to admit it to Mac, Jenny enjoyed the opportunity 
to let the students see her dressed in something a little more imaginative 
than the nurse uniform she wore during work hours at school. It was a small 
vanity she didn't begrudge herself. She knew she had an attractive body, 
sensuous and soft with the flesh rounded in exactly all the right places, 
and she enjoyed being able to comport herself on human and physical terms 
with the young people once in awhile, shedding the authoritarian image 
placed on her by her position at the school. 

Moving her own body in a subtle rhythm, Jenny watched two young couples at 
the far end of the dance floor who seemed to have slipped into a kind of 
competition to see who could interpret the music more wildly. It was almost 
shocking to see the way these thirteen and fourteen year olds could move 
their bodies, and Jenny watched with mischievous fascination as one of the 
young girls extended her arms straight over her head, arching her small 
round breasts, jerking her pelvis in a frenzied rhythm almost like a 
Polynesian dancer's, her thighs almost brushing the thighs of her young 
partner. Then the young nurse shifted her gaze reluctantly as Mac MacDonald, 
who aside from being co-chaperon of the dance had been Jenny's steady date 
most of the semester, moved up beside her. 

"Boy!" he exclaimed. "Never heard anything so loud in my life." 

"Come on, Mac," said Jenny. "You're just a square." 

"Maybe I am," he said with a shrug. For the briefest instant his gaze 
dropped from Jenny's face down to the inviting swells of her breasts, 
straining against her thin blouse. Then his eyes again raised with a 
poignance of meaning or entreaty to her face. 

"And don't look at me like that. After all, we are the chaperons. What do 
you think they're going to think?" 

"I'm going to get some air. Wanna come?" 

"No thanks." 

Mac shrugged again. "All right. If anybody gets too far out of line give me 
a call." 

He turned and made his way down the edge of the basketball court, now 
employed as the dance floor, and went out the door under the "exit" light. 
Jenny returned her attention to the two young couples on the far side of the 
court. Now, though the song was fast, young Craig Phillips and the eight 
grade girl he was dancing with were locked in a close embrace, their bodies 
almost motionless except for the frenzied undulations of their hips, which 
easily kept pace with the rhythm of the song. Jenny was hardly able to watch 
without blushing. It was disquietingly similar to the movements employed in 
the sex act itself, and as the song built to a climax she would almost have 
believed, if she hadn't known better, that the young couple were doing so 
also. 

At last, with an explosion of percussion, the song ended and the young 
partners separated, milling about as they waited, some changing off into new 
pairs. It was really astonishing to Jenny the changes that had occurred 
since her own junior high school days, though that was over ten years ago. 
And the manner in which the youngsters danced these days seemed one of the 
finer examples of the evolution. The modem dance finally seemed to have come 
into an appropriate relationship with the basic urges that, centuries ago, 
must have inspired the first pagan rituals of which it was a part. The way 
these children responded to the music reflected a communication with and a 
sense for their bodies, and though Jenny would not for a minute have guessed 
that they actually had indulged in the sex act, their instinct for it - 
their "feeling" for those primitive motions - was demonstrated in a manner 
she found at once disturbing and intriguing. And it only further served to 
impress in Jenny's mind her own responsibility not only as nurse at the 
school, but as a moral teacher and guardian of the students. These children 
were at an age of dangerous curiosity and it was quite apparent just from 
their style of dancing, not to mention numerous other manifestations, that 
they were lacking in the caution necessary to cope with their curiosity. 

The guitarist had to put his instrument into a special tuning and there was 
a considerable pause between songs. Then as the new one finally did begin, a 
slow blues number, Jenny was surprised to see another one of the freshmen 
boys, Tommy Turner, approaching her. 

"Wouldn't you like to dance too, Miss Lane?" the cute youngster asked. 

Jenny smiled, certain that now she was blushing, feeling a strange thrill at 
the proposition. And she was tempted. But somehow it just didn't seem 
proper. After a long hesitation she shook her head. 

"No thanks, Tommy. I'm afraid I'm past the age for hopping around like you 
kids do. I wouldn't make it past the first chorus." 

Tommy smiled back, watching her warmly. The descent of his eyes, in an 
expression innocent and curious, for just the briefest glimpse down at the 
upthrust mounds of Jenny's breasts, passed in the span of a blink and was 
equally unobtrusive. Yet that did not quell Jenny's awareness of it 
happening, nor the strange thrill, combined with anxiety, that she derived 
from it. 

It seemed a long time before the boy moistened his lips and added softly: 
"But you don't have to hop around on this one, Miss Lane. This is a slow 
song, almost a waltz." 

Jenny glanced past the young boy back to the dance floor at the couples, 
their bodies pressed tightly together, moving slowly in time to the music. 
Then her eyes strayed almost unconsciously to the exit, where there was 
still no sign of Mac. 

"Oh Tommy. I don't think ..." Her voice faded; she had almost stuttered. 
Then she felt the youngster's hand take hers, gently urging her to follow 
him onto the floor. "Come on, Miss Lane. Please." Reluctantly she followed 
him out, aware that already they'd attracted the attention of a number of 
the other students. She raised her left arm, her hand almost trembling, to 
take Tommy's, but to her surprise the young teen-ager wrapped both his arms 
around her softly curved body, pressing himself immediately to a tight fit 
against her as he began to guide her smoothly backward across the floor in 
time to the mournful lead of the guitar. 

Jenny stiffened almost instantly to the contact, too close for comfort, but 
if Tommy took note of this he gave no sign. He was perhaps two inches 
shorter than she, so his face nuzzled in the curve of her neck, his upper 
chest pressing tightly against the yielding swells of her soft breasts, his 
thighs brushing teasingly against her own. In spite of the fact that she was 
taken aback by the boldness of the boy's embrace, Jenny could not deny the 
troubling little tingles of pleasure that darted over her flesh at his 
hands' gently caressing her back, his loins brushing up suggestively against 
the sensitive inner softness of her thighs. And she was almost disappointed 
when, just as she'd forced herself to relax, the song came to an abrupt end 
and without hesitation the combo broke into another loud, psychedelic rock 
tune. 

Hardly even breaking his own movements, Tommy swung back a step away from 
her, his body slipping freely into a gyrating motion that found a focal 
point at his pelvis, his bell bottom trousers flapping around his calves and 
ankles with the shuffling steps of his feet on the hard wood floor. 

"Come on, Miss Lane!" he gasped. "I know you can dance to this too." 

For an instant Jenny froze, aware now that almost everyone else on the dance 
floor, not to mention the onlookers from the side, was watching her. And 
though it had been a long time, she knew she could do it. There'd been a 
time near the end of nursing school that she'd done a lot of partying, that 
at the very beginning of the era of psychedelic music, and it hadn't changed 
that much. But still she hesitated. It seemed, though she couldn't put her 
finger on what it was that troubled her, that by indulging she would be 
getting into something, that she would be taking a step over some unseen and 
unidentified barrier, and she was about to make an adamant refusal and walk 
off the basketball court when out of the corner of her eye she noted that 
Mac had returned. Red-faced, he was standing beneath the goal at the end of 
the court. It was obvious that he completely disapproved, and absurd as it 
seemed, was even jealous. 

It was in almost subconscious reaction that Jenny looked back at Tommy, her 
eyes narrowed and sparkling, and began a sensuously undulating movement of 
her own full ripe buttocks, her upper torso swaying in a lusty counter 
motion, her full breasts trembling in invitation as she let the driving 
music pervade her spirit and find primitive and lovely interpretation in the 
uninhibited response of her flesh. 

Aware that she and Tommy now had the almost complete attention of the other 
students, who weren't even dancing, Jenny closed her eyes and tried to let 
herself go completely, the sensuous writhings of her tall voluptuous body an 
act of gentle flowing, her breasts bouncing in arched invitation, her own 
flesh tingling in a forbidden pleasure she derived from the sheer paganism 
of the movements of her body, heightened by the astonished attention of the 
young boy students. 

Then as that song came to an end and she paused, gasping for breath, her 
face shining with a thin coating of perspiration, the breathless nurse felt 
a rushing of warmth in her breasts as she heard the eager cheers of the 
students, who'd moved into a vague circle around her and Tommy. Exhausted, 
she acknowledged their applause and started to make her way out of the 
circle toward her boy friend, who now stood, scowling, at the refreshment 
table. Then little Craig Phillips, his cute face beaming, stepped in front 
of her to physically block her passage. "Dance with me now, Miss Lane." "Oh 
no, I really can't do that again." "Of course you can," the boy said 
eagerly. "It isn't fair if you don't." 

"Yeah. Come on, Miss Lane!" someone else echoed behind her. 

"We want Miss Lane!" another youngster shouted, clapping his hands. 

"Please?" Craig said. "You're a better dancer than any of these girls here." 

Blushing with pride, Jenny glanced back at Mac just long enough to note his 
continued anger. She wet her lips suggestively with her tongue, still 
gasping to catch her breath, and nodded her consent. 

Mac MacDonald maneuvered his Chevy station wagon into the little clearing in 
the grove overlooking the lake, cut the engine, then for almost a full 
minute stared silently into the darkness. Beside him, about the middle of 
the front seat, Jenny waited patiently. 

"Well, you were the life of the party," he said finally, turning toward her 
with a scowl that had seemed etched onto his face since the middle of the 
dance. 

"Oh come on, Mac," Jenny purred almost sweetly. In the soft light her face 
seemed to shine, as did the soft white flesh of her neck, highlighted by the 
contrast with her dark, loosely cascading hair. "There wasn't anything 
serious about that. I was just trying to narrow the generation gap." 

"Generation gap, my foot! You looked like a two-bit whore out there on that 
dance floor. I wonder what Superintendent Johnson would have thought if he'd 
seen the way you were carrying on with those kids." 

"I frankly don't care what Superintendent Johnson would have thought. Or 
anybody else for the matter. And if you brought me all the way up here to 
lovers' leap - where you've been getting very much out of hand recently, I 
might add - to give me a morals lecture, then I'd just as soon you drove me 
back to my apartment right now." 

After a long silence, Mac's lips relaxed into a weak smile. Strange as it 
seemed, the very qualities that vexed him about Jenny were also the ones 
that appealed to him. He liked her independence and her daring, of which 
tonight's episode had been a fine example, and he supposed part of the 
reason he'd been angered by her dancing was the sheer frustration of 
watching that sensuously curved body, which in spite of all his efforts he 
hadn't been able to possess in the way he was determined to. 

"Mac, I like those children and I want to be able to get closer to them. I 
feel there was a great barrier broken down by what I did tonight. And if you 
can't see that, I think you're blinded by some silly, old fashioned 
jealousy." 

"I'm blinded all right," he conceded. "By jealousy and desire. But I didn't 
bring you up here to lecture you." 

"Oh Mac," she said, shaking her head as he leaned suddenly toward her. 

Jenny tried too late to wriggle away. She opened her mouth in protest but 
there wasn't a chance for her to get the words out. Mac's lips covered hers, 
his tongue moving swiftly between her teeth, and she felt his hand dropping 
beneath her arm, squeezing the soft pliable flesh of her back to pull her 
body forcibly toward his own. As she still squirmed feebly in resistance, 
she felt an involuntary hastening of her breathing and even as she tried to 
pull her lips away from his, she pressed her full firm breasts snuggly up 
against his muscular chest. Though she would never have admitted it to Mac, 
Jenny had been strangely excited by her contact with the young boys at the 
dance, and she knew that right now she was in a dangerously susceptible 
state. Her defenses were down and she was going to have to be very careful. 
She didn't want to make a mistake tonight, in the heat of passion, that 
tomorrow she would regret. 

"Oh Jenny, Jenny," Mac said softly, moving his lips from her mouth to her 
cheek, breathing hotly into her ear and sending the first stirring chills of 
pleasure dancing teasingly down her spine. 

Then her body stiffened as one of his hands dropped between their straining 
torsos to press fully up against the trembling swell of one of her breasts, 
the friction of the brassiere cup over her sensitive little nipple prompting 
it to a sudden tingling rigidity. The young nurse gasped, shaking her head 
feebly in protest. Somehow the present contact called to mind the feel of 
young Tommy Turner's small body pressed so tightly against hers during that 
first slow song they'd danced to, yet now in her memory the forbidden wisps 
of pleasure she'd experienced then were compounded and heightened, and only 
increased her sheerly physical responses now to the sensations of Mac's hand 
on her swollen breast, eagerly massaging it as his fingers began to fumble 
with the top button of her blouse. 

"No, Mac," she whispered. "Don't do that." "Shhhhhhh." He blew into her ear, 
sending another wave of chills down her spine as the buttons flicked free 
from the holes and the thin white material parted slowly down between the 
voluptuous rises of the straining mounds. 

Jenny shifted her body, almost sliding into a reclining position in the 
cramped front seat of the station wagon, now helplessly aware of the hard 
erection in Mac's trousers, bulging threateningly up against her own thighs 
that were revealed by the tight skirt worked far up above her knees. 

"Stop it, Mac!" she gasped, trying to rally her resistance. 

"No. I want to take your blouse off. And your brassiere. I want to see your 
breasts, Jenny, naked and free. That bra is just getting in the way, and I'm 
tired of having to paw around underneath it." 

With a final effort Jenny wriggled suddenly away from her date, and moved to 
the opposite side of the car seat, her body trembling, her half-exposed 
breasts heaving with her strained gasps of breath. With a wounded look, Mac 
stared back at her, his eyes bright with desire. 

"Come on, Jenny," he said in a soft cracking voice. "Why do you keep holding 
back? You know we like each other, and ... we're not children." 

"You seem like one sometimes," she said with a quiet laugh. "You act like a 
little boy that wants a toy and won't be satisfied til he has it." 

"I just want you," Mac said sincerely. "Or at least I want to feel like I'm 
making some progress." 

Jenny hesitated, her eyes descending for an instant to the upthrust mounds 
of her breasts almost spilling over the tightly constricting cups of her 
brassiere, exposed by the blouse which was now open all the way down to 
where it tucked into her skirt. She liked Mac a lot. But she didn't like him 
this way. She'd had a couple of bad experiences during nurse's school and 
she'd made a vow to herself that the next time she went to bed with a man it 
was going to be because she loved him. It was going to be for keeps. And she 
didn't feel that way about Mac. But she had led him on, because he was the 
most agreeable companion available during the last couple of months. She did 
owe him something, though she knew anything she did to encourage him now 
would only compound the problem. 

"Take me home, Mac," she said. "Please!" 

"Jenny!" 

She nodded. "All right." She pushed the blouse softly open and let it fall 
away from her smoothly rounded shoulders. "But I won't go any further." With 
trembling fingers Jenny reached up behind her back and took hold of the snap 
of the clinging brassiere, now all that stood before complete exposure of 
her voluptuously inviting torso. Then she paused. "You have to promise: 
nothing below the waist." 

"What the hell kind of thing is that to a guy." 

"You have to promise," she repeated tersely, making a subtle motion as if 
she were about to remove her hand from the bra snap. 

In an expression of complete exasperation, Mac nodded. "All right! All 
right, I promise! Just take it off and let's climb over in back." 

With a deft flick Jenny undid the snap and shook the straps off her arms. 
The cups fell suddenly away, completely revealing the ripe upthrust mounds, 
standing full and proud with no real need of mechanical support, the nipples 
perking instantly rigid at their contact with the cool night air. 

The lust-crazed excitement in Mac's face causing 'new ripples of excitement 
to flood through her half-revealed body, Jenny looked back with narrowed 
eyes, faintly shaking her head. "But I'm not getting back there. Forget that 
right now. You made me a promise and you're going to keep it." Then she 
raised her arms slowly, lifting her long dark hair off the cream-whiteness 
of her shoulders in a wantonly suggestive gesture, her lips pursed and 
sultry, the movement of her arms arching her breasts even more temptingly as 
Mac leaned his face forward. 

Jenny's body tensed, a gasp swelling in her throat as she gazed down and 
watched Mac's tongue flick from his lips, felt the sudden tantalizing 
contact as it brushed wetly over the little perforated nipple-bud. A small 
tremor of delight shook her body as his lips came into greater contact with 
the sensitive bud, sucking it between them, his tongue still twirling madly 
about it. She moaned then, arching her shoulders back to thrust her 
trembling breasts out even more prominently as Mac reached up to massage the 
other one, his slightly calloused palm creating an intense friction as it 
moved up and down over the nipple. Purring softly, she almost closed her 
eyes, dropping her arms to cradle his head gently against her, squirming her 
torso as he moved his mouth to the other swollen half-moon, making soft 
mutterings in his throat as he sucked even harder, then nibbled gently with 
his teeth to cause Jenny to cry out in a mingling of pain and even more 
gripping passion at the sudden intensification of the tingling sensation on 
her nipples. 

For a moment she blanked her mind, letting herself enjoy without reservation 
the purely physical aspects of the sensation. It was a daydream effect of 
being hardly more than half-conscious, and mingling with the now sharpened 
tingles of pleasure, as Mac began to suck and fondle her breasts in earnest, 
were strangely fleeting recollections of the party she and Mac had 
chaperoned, distant recollections of touches, unintentional and inadvertent, 
of the forbidden and exciting contact she'd made, however cautiously, with 
the boys with whom she'd danced. Now, somehow, that all mingled without 
boundaries with this in drearn-like free association. 

Then suddenly Jenny was wrenched back to the present. She gasped aloud, her 
eyes opening again, her thighs clamping tightly together as Mac's hand 
started to inch up their inner softness beneath her skirt. 

"Mac, you promised!" 

She seized his arm, struggling with all her might against the unwelcome 
invasion, her defenses weakened from the continued mad sucking on one of her 
exposed and swollen nipples. For a moment there was a stalemate as Mac 
refused to yield, his fingers touching the taut tendon of one of her inner 
thighs less than an inch away from the tight legband of her panties, his 
tongue still twirling wetly around the swollen corona of her nipple. 

Then with a final effort she managed to push his hand down from between the 
softness of her thighs, feeling a nag of frustration at its removal. 

Mac straightened up slowly, leaving her tingling breasts wet and shiny with 
the saliva that coated her throbbing nipples. He bit his lip, staring in a 
mixture of disappointment and rage. 

"For chrissakes, Jenny. You're not going to stop me now?" 

"You promised, Mac." 

"But what kind of a promise is that?" 

"I know." She cast her eyes solemnly away. Leaving her brassiere lying in 
the floor board, she retrieved the blouse and pulled it over her shoulders 
and began to button it up the front. "That was a crazy thing for me to do. I 
don't know why I did it." 

Mac reached to the crotch of his trousers to make an adjustment, then slid 
sullenly back behind the wheel of the car. Jenny put her brassiere in her 
purse as he started the engine and backed out of lover's lane. 

 Chapter Two 

Craig Phillips whistled quietly as he strode down the dark street back from 
his girl friend Karen's house. He'd gotten his hand inside her brassiere 
tonight for the first time! Her tits weren't half as big as they looked. Not 
that she wore falsies or anything, the bra just made them look fuller and 
more pointed. But it had still turned him on more than anything he'd ever 
done in his life. He loved the way her little nipple rose beneath his 
fingertips, and the way her whispers of protest had slowly become soft moans 
of passion. But he knew it was still a long way from feeling of a girl's 
breasts to actually getting into her panties, which was what Craig really 
wanted - now more than ever before in his young life. Tommy Turner had 
gotten his first piece last week. Somehow that made getting laid seem like a 
reality instead of just the fantasy it had always been before. 

As he rounded the corner beneath the old elm tree to turn up toward his 
parents' house, Craig stopped suddenly, moving a few paces back into the 
shadows. Mac MacDonald and Miss Lane, the school nurse, were standing on the 
front steps before the entrance to the small apartment building where she 
lived. And though he couldn't distinguish exactly what they were saying, 
even from the low tones of their voices it was obvious they were having an 
argument -and from the way Mac had his hand about her slim waist, trying to 
pull her body to his, Craig was pretty sure it was sex they were arguing 
about. 

Almost breathless, the young boy waited, motionless in the dense shadows of 
the elm. Miss Lane was struggling, not violently, but it was apparent she 
was putting a lot of effort into resisting. And it was just as obvious that 
Mr. MacDonald was very pissed off. Craig didn't think he'd ever forget the 
look on his face when he'd seen Miss Lane first dancing with Tommy Turner, 
snuggled up against him so close it looked like they were about to do it 
right there on the dance floor. Then later when she was dancing with Craig 
himself to that Rolling Stones song - boy! did she ever know how to move her 
body! And the whole time Mac just stood there watching her and sulking. 

There probably wasn't a boy in the whole school who hadn't dreamed one time 
or another about getting it on with Miss Lane. She just had something over 
these thirteen and fourteen year olds, and you couldn't help thinking that 
because she was a nurse and knew about medicine and health, she would also 
know about sex. There'd always been a lot of speculation as to whether she 
was really sleeping with Mac, who, though he was a nice enough guy for a 
teacher, was sort of a cornball. But from the looks of what was happening 
across the street, Craig would just about bet that she wasn't. 

Suddenly Mac turned the school nurse loose, letting her take a couple of 
steps away from him. He said something else, raising his voice even louder, 
though Craig still couldn't distinguish the actual words, then turned 
abruptly and stalked back up the walk. Miss Lane watched him get into his 
car and slam the door, then she turned and let herself into the building. 
Mr. MacDonald started the motor up and spun away, leaving a good strip of 
rubber, and on the ground floor at the rear left corner of the apartment 
building Craig saw the lights go up. 

For a few moments longer the teenage boy waited in the shadows, staring 
intently across at the bright light pouring from the window. The apartment 
building was flanked on that side by about ten feet of lawn, bounded by a 
hedge, and the next lot was the construction site for another apartment 
building, still unfinished. He knew the thoughts going through his mind 
could get him into very bad trouble, but he couldn't resist pondering the 
possibilities. It seemed only logical that the rear corner room of an 
apartment building like this, entered from the front, would be the bedroom. 

And the light was too bright. It just couldn't be that bright if the window 
was covered by a shade or curtain! 

Craig took a deep breath, moistening his lips, which had become suddenly 
very dry. His palms felt sweaty and there was a fluttering in his stomach. 
Again he remembered the way Miss Lane had looked dancing with him to that 
Stones' record, the way her breasts had trembled and bounced with the 
writhing movements of her body, the way when she'd turned her back to him 
and thrust her butt back and wiggled it he could see her ass-cheeks 
clenching, sharply defined in the tight-fitting skirt she wore, the two 
rounded lines angling upward making a crease in the material to mark the 
legbands of her panties. And right now she might be taking off that skirt 
before she got into bed. He had to find out; he had to see it if he could. 
It was more than he could resist. 

Resolved, though he was still so nervous he could hardly breathe, the young 
teenager strode across the street and made his way up, opposite the hedge, 
carefully avoiding the lumber piles and the scraps of bent pipe that, had he 
stepped on them, could have made a sound to give him away. Then just as he 
reached the rear of the lot and crouched to peer through the hedge, the 
lights went down. Craig whispered a soft curse and almost turned away 
without even looking. Then he realized that all wasn't lost. It was just a 
glimpse as she moved past the window. But he could still see. Somewhere in 
the room a lamp was still lit, or a candle. And Nurse Lane was wearing 
nothing but her brassiere and panties! 

Still crouched, Craig moved several feet down along the hedge to a position 
that afforded him a better view of the bedroom. He gasped, feeling his young 
hardness surge to an immediate throbbing ridgity at the lust-arousing sight 
that greeted him. 

The school nurse was still clad in her brassiere and panties, her amber 
flesh glowing in the dim light. At the instant Craig got into position where 
he was able to see her, she was reaching up behind her back to undo the 
brassiere. She flicked the snap loose, allowing the cups to fall partly away 
from the full, upthrust mounds, then worked the straps off the softness of 
her shoulders and let the brassiere fall lightly away to the floor, 
revealing the most beautiful pair of breasts Craig had ever seen in his life 
- even in pictures. The nipples were wide mauve circles, swollen already to 
ripe points; around them the skin was not quite as dark as that of her 
smooth stomach and shapely thighs, but there was a natural richness of hues 
and tones even on the most private areas of her body that would be concealed 
by a bikini when she sun-bathed. 

Now nothing remained but the flimsily clinging panties, so transparent that 
even in this light Craig could see the outline of her soft black cunt-hair 
nestled between her full swelling thighs. It was the closest the adolescent 
had ever come to actually seeing a woman's pussy, except in pictures of 
course, and now the sight was almost driving him out of his mind. Then he 
almost groaned aloud with excitement as Miss Lane slipped her thumbs into 
the thin elastic waistband of the panties, fiddling with them teasingly, 
drawing them slowly down from the dark little hole of her navel, off the 
striking flare of her pelvis until Craig could just distinguish a few soft 
curls of pubic hair. 

Then she paused, her face sultry, eyes narrowed, as she gazed down at the 
near nakedness of her voluptuous body. It seemed, though at first Craig was 
sure it must only be his own imagination, that she was playing with the 
panties as if performing a striptease act before an appreciative audience. 
Her hips were swaying gently as if in subtle variation to the wild gyrations 
with which she'd astonished and thrilled all the kids at the dance. It 
seemed as if she were making the faintest undulating movements, almost 
hunching, and her breasts rose and fell with strained and excited breathing, 
as if her whole body was trembling with welling passion that would burst 
forth suddenly in an explosion of lust and motion. But still Craig assumed 
that must be just the produce of his own feverish imagination. 

What happened during the next fifteen or twenty minutes was almost more than 
the young boy could believe. 

Jenny didn't know what had happened tonight. The whole affair seemed like a 
dream, something she'd imagined and thought for a few moments was real, then 
with relief had discovered was not. And the two aspects of it, her outburst 
of dancing at the party and what had happened later in the car were not 
separate; they were, by strands she didn't yet comprehend, intricately 
interwoven. And the way she felt now, every inch of her naked flesh 
tingling, a fluttering of anxiety and passion mingling in her loins and 
permeating her whole body and being, was more than just a result of the 
physical contact with the young boys and later with Mac. The lust she felt 
now had been here before that began. It was this that somehow even without 
her being aware of it as a motive had driven her to become the life and 
scandal of the party. And Mac was right about that. If Superintendent 
Johnson had seen the way she was dancing with Tommy Turner and Craig 
Phillips, rubbing her body against theirs, writhing like a sacrificial 
virgin offered up before them, he would have been unhappy with very just 
cause. And it was still the original unfocused desire that had driven her to 
the sheer lunacy of stripping the upper half of her body naked, allowing Mac 
complete freedom to kiss and suck and feel her breasts, then refusing him 
when he tried to go further. The entire evening was a montage of 
lust-inspired paradox. And it had not been resolved; the lust remained 
stronger than ever. 

But now, though she still didn't want to admit that to herself, the lust had 
found focus. 

Jenny sighed deeply, an electric anticipation rising in her breasts as she 
gazed down at the near nakedness of her body, her thumbs lifting the tight 
elastic waistband of the panties away from her smooth dark flesh so she 
could peer down into the soft forbidden strands of her pubic hair. Then 
slowly she peeled the panties down over the ripe fullness of her buttocks 
and the length of her silken thighs. She left the candle on the night stand 
burning and lay down on the bed, still not pulling the covers up, still 
gazing with her wantonly glazed eyes at her own naked loveliness. She knew 
what was going to happen next. She hadn't done it in so long; she'd never 
thought she would succumb to the temptation again. But she had to have 
something tonight, some kind of relief from the terrible desire that gripped 
her, no matter how depraved and degrading the act she had to commit to 
attain it. 

Jenny sucked her breath in softly, her fingers trembling as she raised one 
of her hands to the wide-set mounds of her breasts, her fingers flicking 
teasingly over the already rigid nipples to cause every inch of her naked 
flesh to shiver with the darting chills that spread outward from the 
sensitive little buds. She sighed, squirming her hips down against the 
mattress as she continued for a moment to stroke first one and then the 
other richly toned nipple-points. Then her hand trailed teasingly lower over 
the smooth warm flesh of her naked belly, the fingers brushing lightly into 
the sparsely curling strands of hair nestled between her amber thighs. 

She hesitated, waging a little battle in her mind against the depraved and 
obscene temptation that gripped her; then in a sudden eager motion she 
admitted final defeat and darted her finger quickly downward between her 
widespread thighs. Her body stiffened at the first shocking contact of her 
middle finger over the tiny twitching bud of her clitoris. A tremor of 
longing coursed out suddenly from the swollen bud, saturating every inch of 
her burning flesh. She'd already been through too much tonight. Though she'd 
managed to control herself with Mac, that ordeal had put a fine edge on her 
lust. There'd just been too much stimulation, and her whole body was like a 
tightly wound coil. The first touch on her sensitive little clitoris was 
what snapped it. 

Jenny moaned softly as her finger began to brush and stroke slowly over the 
twitching bud. Her buttocks began to move in a gently undulating motion on 
the bed as she stroked back and forth, her fingers moving lower and lower 
down along the moistly forbidden slit of her pussy, parting the dark little 
curls of pubic hair and starting to spread the already lustfully moistened 
lips. 

Now the undeniable chills of delight coursing out from her aching loins 
prompted even more strained whimpers as she began to spread the freely 
flowing moisture up and down over her sensitive pussy-flesh, her fingers 
darting teasingly into the yielding little slit as she arched her satiny 
buttocks with suddenly increased urgency up off the mattress, her thighs 
parting wider as her fingers began their first shocking probes up into the 
softly clasping orifice. 

Another surge of guilt welled in Jenny as she realized that she'd gone too 
far. Now there was no stopping herself. Though she'd almost consciously 
decided that she would have to masturbate, she'd somehow managed to keep her 
awareness suspended, and now it struck her in all its sordidness. Yet her 
guilt and revulsion did nothing to quell the little shivers of pleasure that 
pervaded every voluptuous inch of her nakedly writhing body. 

Jenny gasped as her finger wormed slowly deeper up into her yielding cuntal 
flesh, her thumb keeping up an intense friction over her clitoris as she 
arched her hips even higher in eager hunching motions. She sank the finger 
slowly to the last knuckle up into her sensitive flesh, then with a soft 
whimper surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began a lewd 
undulation as she started to finger-fuck with smooth, even strokes in and 
out of the tightly clasping pussy-lips. 

Little moans of passion and lust poured incessantly from her throat as the 
young nurse began to masturbate in earnest. Her eyes and teeth clenched and 
she thrashed her body wildly as her depraved pleasure overcame her. Grunts 
of salacious joy spewed from her lips and her fingers darted swiftly in and 
out of the tightly trembling opening of her cunt. Her face was flushed, 
shining with a thin coat of perspiration as she began to strain, groaning in 
frustration and worming her finger deeper and deeper up into her warmly 
quivering pussy. She tossed her head wildly back and forth, her long black 
hair whipping over the naked whiteness of her shoulders as she increased the 
rapid finger-fucking rhythm. 

Jenny lifted her head off the pillow and gazed down between the quivering 
mounds of her breasts, an obscene thrill coursing through her at the 
perverse picture of her own middle finger thrusting in and out of the widely 
parted lips of her cunt. Now her body was thrashing savagely on the 
mattress, her loins thrusting upward to the lewd probing strokes that 
penetrated deeper and deeper into the quivering inner flesh. The pink lips 
of her vagina flowered open to give her an even greater access to the 
sensitive cuntal depths and the continued maddening strokes of her thumb 
over the little twitching pleasure-bud of her clitoris was almost driving 
her out of her mind with unsatiated need. Her lust had become like a fiery 
hot ball in her belly and now her body screamed for release. Nothing 
mattered but to still this crazed hunger that had engulfed her, and she was 
almost crying in response to the unfulfilled passion that surged through the 
warmly pulsating flesh of her desire-tortured pussy. 

Then suddenly Jenny's whole naked body tensed, shuddering; it seemed to 
uncoil in a whiplash motion as her legs scissored open and closed on her 
wildly fucking fingers. She felt the rising tide begin deep in her belly, 
spontaneous contortions racking her voluptuous flesh as she fought and 
strained for the release which at last seemed imminent. 

But still she floundered for what seemed an eternity in the unbearable 
craving, finger-fucking even more viciously into her trembling cuntal 
softness, her other hand roving and stroking madly over the naked round 
curves of her body, massaging and crushing the voluptuous mounds of her 
breasts, tweaking the tingling nipples to even hotter rigidity. 

Then a desperate cry burst from her throat and she drew her finger almost 
out of her wetly trembling pussy-lips, stroking it in a staccato motion over 
the swollen bud of her clitoris to send new thrills darting from the 
pulsating depths of her vagina through every lust-tortured fiber of her 
flesh and being. She rubbed her thumb rapidly back and forth over her turgid 
clitoris, sobbing and moaning in quivering frustration as the relief still 
hovered beyond her reach. 

She gave out suddenly with an almost hideous moan as she shoved her middle 
finger savagely back into the open cuntal mouth and screamed in wanton 
abandon to the lewd fantasy that suddenly engulfed her, filling her at once 
with joy and terror. She didn't even want to put the picture into words in 
her mind and even as she strained for release she tried to fight the 
obscenely compelling vision down to obscurity. But it was there, fixed, 
clearly and vivid as the recollection of dancing with the little boys, of 
writhing and twisting her own body in the heat of her wanton display, or 
snuggling against them in tight and lewd embrace on the slow songs. The 
fantasy was only a few easy steps from what she'd already done tonight. 

"Oh god, oh god," she moaned involuntarily. 

Suddenly Jenny's breasts began to heave and quiver with the insane tossing 
of her body as she lunged her hips up and down in a frenzied hunching 
motion. Then it began, a deep trembling up inside her loins that surfaced 
swiftly in a volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breathtaking tidal wave 
of searingly indescribable sensation that poured out through all of her 
madly thrashing body. The clasping lips of her cunt worked and sucked 
hungrily at the rapid fucking of her finger, her breath rasping in short 
frenzied gasps as the powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her to a sea 
of depraved bliss. She cried out deliriously, wallowing lewdly in the 
obscene ecstasy of self-inspired climax, her fingers still working eagerly 
in and out of the warm flesh of her loins. Her other hand coursed up and 
down over the softly tingling curves of her body, returning to crush and 
massage again over her trembling breasts as the violent orgasm continued to 
shake her. Then at last the tortured brunette sank down in exhaustion on the 
bed, dropping her head back on the pillow. With an effort, she leaned over 
and blew out the candle on the night stand, little spasms of pleasure 
continuing to course outward from her loins for several minutes as she 
panted and gasped to catch her breath. 

Then, her unwelcome desire satiated for the moment, the guilt welled up 
suddenly in her breasts at the realization of the depths of depravity she'd 
sunk to in having to resort to such a perverted act in order to satisfy the 
forbidden lust she was only just now becoming fully aware of. And even more 
poignant than the guilt was the chilling apprehension at that realization. 

Craig Phillip's mouth was dry and he could almost feel the pounding of his 
heart in his chest. Still crouched behind the hedge he got one last glimpse 
of the school nurse's voluptuously naked body as she leaned over to blow out 
the candle. Then through the window he saw only darkness. 

Craig stood up slowly and moved back along the hedge toward the street. He 
still could hardly believe what he'd just witnessed, and he knew the other 
kids were going to think he was either crazy or an outright liar when he 
told them what he'd seen. Who would ever think such a good-looking woman as 
Miss Lane would have to finger-fuck herself to get her kicks? But it had 
happened right before his eyes, and he'd never seen anything so exciting in 
his life. His balls were aching and his cock throbbed, and he could feel the 
wetness in his underpants where the seminal fluid had seeped out. It had 
been almost all he could do to keep from jacking off himself there near the 
end when Miss Lane was really going out of her mind and tossing and hunching 
as she began to build toward her climax. 

 Chapter Three 

Jenny Lane was only mildly surprised the following Tuesday afternoon when 
she got home from school and found the letter with the local postmark in the 
mailbox. She had no idea who could be writing her, for she had almost no 
contacts in town except for the people she knew through the school, so she 
concluded it must be some kind of advertisement. She tossed it onto the 
coffee table in the living room, put the water to run in the bath and 
stripped out of her white uniform. She'd virtually forgotten about the 
letter until she got back from her bath, her hair wrapped in a towel, her 
soft brown skin still damp and hardly concealed beneath the flimsy robe she 
wore. Casually she picked up the envelope and tore it open. Then her face 
went white and she felt a sudden nausea in her stomach. 

It was not the short note that first seized her attention and prompted the 
reaction of sheer panic, but the crude sketch done on a small section of 
parchment-like drawing paper. The young nurse could hardly believe what she 
saw. Though the artist was not talented, his intent was clear enough. The 
sketch was done in an exaggerated style, like a cartoon, and depicted a 
naked, full-breasted woman lying on a bed. Her hair had been inked in black 
to define her as a brunette, like Jenny. Her thighs were spread wide apart, 
her hips arched upward off the mattress. One of her hands caressed her 
breasts, the other lay between the parted thighs. There was one other 
pertinent and chilling detail to the sketch. A calender on the wall behind 
the bed had a date circled, and it took only a moment's counting for Jenny 
to ascertain that was the date of the party - the night Jenny had made such 
a spectacle of herself dancing with the junior high boys she was supposed to 
be chaperoning, the night she had stripped off her blouse and brassiere to 
let Mac have free access to her breasts, the night she'd succumbed to 
temptation and masturbated so obscenely. And now suddenly she wanted to cry 
in shame again, as she'd almost done that night after she'd finished 
finger-fucking herself. Because there was only one explanation for this 
sketch. The circled date was no coincidence. 

Somebody had seen her. Somebody must have watched that whole terrible, 
private display. 

Then through teared eyes Jenny read the short note that accompanied the 
sketch. 

Dear Miss Lane, 

This sketch should speak for itself. As a long time admirer of yours I'm 
very surprised such a beautiful woman like yourself has to do herself with 
her finger in order to get any satisfaction. I'd like to offer my services, 
which I think you'll enjoy even better. 

Come to the old drive-in outside of town at ten tonight (you'll get this 
Tuesday). Please be on time. If you aren't, the whole town will be talking 
about you. 

Admirer 

Jenny was trembling as she placed the note and the obscene sketch back onto 
the table, the shame and humiliation she'd at first experienced giving way 
gradually to an even more crushing sensation of helplessness. There was no 
telling what kind of a person might have written the note. It was logical to 
assume that he was a window-peeper, watching her probably from across the 
hedge that separated the apartment lawn from the adjoining construction 
sight, and of course Jenny now realized that it had been sheer madness for 
her to have done what she did that night without even bothering to make sure 
the curtains were closed over the window. But she hadn't been thinking 
pragmatically at the time - to the contrary, had hardly been capable of 
thinking at all in the state of delirium and lust which had finally prompted 
her to stoop to committing the depraved act in which she had been caught. It 
now occurred to her that this might not even have been the first time her 
privacy had been so intruded. Because of the fact that she had no next door 
neighbors and had never even considered the possibility of someone lurking 
around the half-finished apartment building after working hours, she'd never 
been concerned about keeping the curtain pulled over her window. This 
terrible person, whoever he was, might have been watching her periodically 
throughout the entire semester. But what kind of person would do such a 
thing? And what terrible price might he demand from her to keep his silence 
about what he'd seen? 

It was a moonless night and the stars were obscured by a thick layer of 
clouds. It was cool and there was a soft, chilling breeze in the air. The 
old drive-in theater where Jenny had been instructed to appear had gone the 
way of so many other theaters during the fifties. In the light of day it 
rendered a chilling evocation of decay, of an age past, as if it were an 
ancient monument to a civilization long dead, but now in the darkness it was 
even more an eerie setting. The spacious lot before the looming screan, 
marked by still-standing speaker posts though the boxes for the most part 
had long ago been ripped away, now looked to Jenny the darkest and loneliest 
place in the world. 

She pulled her car to a stop before the screen and cut off the engine, 
shivering half from the cold and half from her own gripping terror. When she 
remembered and turned off her headlights the initial darkness was almost 
impenetrable. Then gradually her eyes adjusted until she was once more able 
to make out the aspects of scene around her. 

The unhappy young nurse had been afraid to come, but even more afraid not 
to. She'd been on edge all evening, the seconds marked by the ticking of her 
alarm clock, which in her heightened state of emotion sounded for all the 
world like a giant gong. She'd carried on a terrible debate in her mind, 
knowing it could be foolish for her to follow the demands of the note, 
knowing that if her tormentor was a window-peeper it was also logical to 
assume he was some kind of pervert. And there was no guessing what he might 
ask in exchange for his silence. But it wasn't unreasonable to doubt that it 
might be some depraved act Jenny wouldn't have been emotionally able to 
submit to even if she did decide to prostitute herself in order to avoid the 
scandal that would certainly ensue if the blackmailer told what he knew. 
Even if his story was not actually believed, the mere suggestion would be 
enough to ruin Jenny in a small town like this, the situation complicated by 
the fact that she worked at the junior high school and was responsible for 
the health and to a certain degree the moral, or at least emotional, 
guidance of local children in a vulnerable and formative age group. 

But by the same token, Jenny knew she would not have any peace if she didn't 
follow the instructions set down in the note. In spite of the danger, she 
had to make at least some effort to confront her problem. Had she not come, 
she would virtually have been afraid to remain at home in her apartment 
through the night. The uncertainty seemed to pose a threat almost as 
poignant as any physical harm that might befall her at this frightening and 
deserted spot. 

Jenny waited inside the car. Now the seconds seemed to be ticking off in her 
own mind, yet still at a disturbing volume. As her eyes gradually became 
better accustomed to the lack of light, she began to scan the terrain of the 
lot, searching the shadows for any sign of movement. There was nothing. It 
seemed that she was completely alone and at that prospect she was gripped by 
another paradoxical set of emotions. She felt a superficial relief, but that 
was greatly overshadowed by something strangely akin to disappointment. 
Rationally she knew the relief could only be temporary, but that was not 
really the source of her contradictory feelings either. Her dread was 
strangely an anticipation. Jenny couldn't understand it herself. 

At last, trembling, she opened the car and got out. Again a shiver went 
through the shapely woman's body. She wore a light, sleeveless blouse and a 
modest skirt, which was not quite enough. She regretted now that she hadn't 
brought a wrap. 

Slowly Jenny again let her gaze drift over the parking lot, but there was 
still no sign of life. 

Then she turned and walked toward the dark movie screen, her shoes crunching 
softly in the gravel, her anxiety now almost unbearable. He wasn't here, she 
thought. He hadn't come. And she felt almost as if she'd been stood up. She 
felt denied. 

Jenny sank down on a low wooden bench situated before the old concession 
stand, despair coming over her. She didn't know what in the world she could 
do next. The prospect of going back to her apartment and waiting alone there 
was more than she could face. Of course there was always Mac, but she had 
been avoiding him since the night of the party, and she certainly didn't 
want to have to go through a wrestling match to keep his hands off her body 
in her present state of emotions. 

Narrow-eyed, Jenny gazed down at the soft curves of her body, her breasts 
swelling tightly in the sweater, her thighs half-revealed by the skirt. A 
strange and disquieting vision flashed in her mind: what would she have 
done, she wondered, if the blackmailer had shown up and demanded she make 
love to him? Would she have been able to submit? And in some masochistic 
fashion would she have enjoyed it? She could hardly even imagine now how 
long it had been since she'd gone to bed with a man. 

She refused in her mind to count up the months. But thus far she'd managed 
to resist the temptation. She'd made her vow and, difficult as it had been, 
she had kept it. And she had been tempted, even with Mac. But what would 
happen if she were given no choice, if she were forced to break the 
resolution she had made so long ago? 

As that train of thought clouded the mental picture of the more important 
aspects of her dilemma, Jenny was suddenly startled by a soft and distant 
sound, yet none the less vivid and alarming. She looked up quickly. Once 
more her eyes scanned the dark, deserted-looking lot, searching for a sign 
of movement in the shadows. 

Then she heard the sound again, a soft crunching on gravel. Slowly the dark 
shadowy figure emerged, far across the lot, walking toward her. Breathless, 
her heart pounding wildly in her breasts, Jenny waited, now again gripped 
with fear and dread, almost ready to bolt and run for her car. 

Then she could hardly believe her eyes as the form took shape. It was a boy. 
Craig Phillips! 

Jenny's first response was contrary to anything she might have expected. 
Instead of being relieved that she at least didn't have to fear physically 
for herself, she experienced only a terrible welling of shame and 
humiliation at the thought that one of the young boys she'd danced with 
Saturday, with whom she had enjoyed such a thrilling and forbidden pleasure, 
should have seen her degrading performance in her bedroom. The thought of 
this disgrace was more dreadful than any fear of physical harm. That one of 
the young boys from school could have seen her masturbating, writhing and 
moaning and thrusting her own fingers in and out of her hotly seeping vagina 
in the lewdest abandon, seemed the worst thing that could possibly have 
happened. There was nothing else to fear; the most terrible possible 
catastrophe seemed already to have occurred. 

Speechless, Jenny waited as the young boy strode toward her, swaggering, a 
strange grin on his face in the darkness. She felt a constricting tightness 
in her throat and her heart was pounding even more wildly. The shame crushed 
and overwhelmed her. 

"Hello, Miss Lane," Craig said when he was standing right before her, an 
incongruous leer in his eyes as he openly surveyed the straining mounds of 
her ripened breasts, thrust up high and pointed in her sweater by the flimsy 
brassiere she wore. 

Jenny nodded, swallowing hard, finding it almost impossible to look the 
teenage boy in the eyes. It had not even remotely occurred to her that her 
blackmailer could have been one of the kids from the junior high school, 
though she now realized that should have been her most obvious and immediate 
conclusion. Window-peeping was almost a normal pastime for a youngster this 
age, a natural reflection of their all too natural curiosity about sex. And 
she knew she was an attractive woman, suspected even that she was somewhat 
of a sex symbol, to be held in awe by the students at school. It was only to 
be expected that sooner or later one of the young boys might get curious as 
to whether there was anything to be seen through her bedroom window. But it 
couldn't have happened at a worse time. In fact, Jenny realized somewhere in 
the back of her mind, she could find it almost pleasing to think of a cute 
young boy like Craig watching her undress, hungering after the lush curves 
of her body, thrilling as she removed her brassiere to reveal the 
voluptuously curved swells of her breasts and peeled the panties off the 
lush ripeness of her satiny buttocks to expose the shocking and compelling 
view of the forbidden, silken-haired softness between her thighs. There was 
something beautiful and innocent in that prospect, and now Jenny would 
almost have given her soul for that to have been all the teenager had 
witnessed. 

"I thought you were getting lonely, judging from what I saw the other 
night," Craig said. 

Jenny looked up at him suddenly. Though it was only a trace, she had 
detected a faint trembling in his voice as he said that. It occurred to her 
now that this might well be quite as outlandish a venture for the youngster 
as it was for her. Craig was only fourteen and in spite of the familiarity 
she'd seen between him and his girl friend, Karen, the perceptive nurse 
suspected the boy had hardly done more than steal goodnight kisses. And 
blackmailing the school nurse into sexual submission would be quite a feat 
for any freshman boy. 

It was only then that another important aspect of this development occurred 
to Jenny: the physical danger she'd feared was non-existant, and though the 
young boy could do terrible damage to her reputation, his story would 
probably not be believed officially if she were adamant enough in her 
denial. 

"You haven't told anyone what you saw the other night, have you?" Jenny 
asked, now watching the youngster slyly. 

"Not yet," he said with a smug grin. 

Jenny's eyes flared. As ashamed as she knew she must feel, she was still 
beginning to resent the invasion of her privacy, not to mention the fact 
that this little kid had scared her half out of her wits with the note he'd 
sent. 

"Now just what do you mean by that?" she asked in a rising voice. 

Craig looked back at her in astonishment, muted for a moment. Jenny's heart 
was still pounding just as furiously, but something was happening that she 
could hardly even understand herself. The adrenalin was rushing through her 
body, and in spite of everything, she was beginning to get very angry, and 
she was beginning to think she didn't much care what the boy threatened to 
tell about her. It was embarrassing, but masturbation was no crime. At least 
she hadn't hurt anyone else by her helpless yielding to the pressure of her 
temptation. 

"What do you mean, I asked you," she snapped again. 

"I'm ... I'm going to give you a little of what you really ... want," the 
youngster stammered, his face paling in the moonlight as Jenny rose from her 
seat on the bench. 

Though it hadn't really occurred to her, she realized she was a good two 
inches taller than the young boy, and now that only added to her confidence 
as she glared, outraged, down into his eyes. 

"You're going to give me what I want? And just what is that, Craig 
Phillips?" 

Craig retreated a step from her as Jenny waited, fiery-eyed. He hesitated 
for a moment, swallowing so hard she could see his Adam's apple bob. Then he 
met her gaze again and spoke in a quivering voice: "I think you want to get 
fucked." He paused, wetting his hps. "I think you want to get fucked by one 
of us young boys you were dancing with that night before I saw you in your 
bedroom." 

Jenny's hand moved with lightning swiftness and sounded like a whip as it 
cracked on Craig's cheek. She felt the little boy recoil beneath the slap, 
the crimson imprint of her palm rising on the side of his face, tears 
rushing spontaneously to his eyes. 

"If you say one word to anybody about what you saw through that window I'll 
personally skin you alive, little boy!" 

Jenny took another step toward him and the youngster retreated fearfully. 

"But I thought ... ?" 

"You thought what?" she asked and continued before he had time to answer: 
"Did you know that window-peeping is against the law? Did you know I could 
have you sent to reform school for what you've done?" 

"I thought you wanted it," he stammered incredulously. 

"I ought to turn you over my knee and give you a good spanking right now," 
Jenny continued, hardly able to even believe her attitude herself. "And 
don't think I'm not big enough to do just that either," she added. 

"But Miss Lane!" 

Jenny didn't think she had ever been so enraged in her life. The very idea 
that a kid like this would first intrude on her privacy, then try to 
blackmail her, and that he would suggest that he'd done it all because he 
thought she wanted it! 

"Miss Lane!" 

She reached out and grabbed him by the collar, jerking him suddenly toward 
her as he squirmed desperately to get away. She knew now she had nothing to 
fear from the fourteen year old; he'd virtually cowered before her the 
minute she became aggressive, and her confidence only seemed to make her 
more determined to get even with him for his odious and insulting scheme. 

Jenny was only half-conscious of what she was doing as she dropped back down 
on the bench, tugging the helpless youngster with her. As he struggled to 
get free, she jerked his belt loose and clicked open the snap at the top of 
his trousers. They fell of their own accord as she pulled him from his feet 
to a belly-down position across her soft thighs, half exposed by the skirt 
which had worked far up above her knees as she sat down. Her breath coming 
in strained gasps, Jenny yanked the teenage boy's jockey shorts down off the 
white rounds of his buttocks. As he kicked and pleaded and protested, she 
began to spank, her palm making a loud smacking sound on the quivering 
ass-cheeks, prompting helpless moans and gasps from the little boy each time 
she struck. 

It was over in a minute or so. Her hands trembling, she turned him loose. 
Craig slid off, almost to his knees, struggling to gain his balance and 
shamefully tugging up his trousers. Now the tears, more of shame and 
humiliation than actually physical pain, shone brightly on his face. Jenny's 
whole body was tingling; there was a mad look in her own eyes and her hand 
stung from the contact with his buttocks. Up between her thighs she could 
feel an inexplicably flowing moisture and her breath was coming m gasps. 

My God, she thought, staring with incredulity at the youngster. I must be 
losing my mind. 

Then, her hand still trembling, she reached out and drew him toward her. Too 
astonished to resist, the young boy yielded almost limply, watching with awe 
as the school nurse began to fumble with the zipper to his trousers. 

Jill leaned slowly toward the young boy as her fingers slipped deftly into 
his fly. A voice in the back of her mind told her what she was doing was 
insane, but she didn't care. She didn't even know what had happened to her. 
The desire had crept over her without her knowledge. Now her whole body was 
on fire and she knew she had to do something, somehow had to compensate for 
the way she'd just punished and humiliated Craig. She knew something like 
that at his age, being spanked on the naked buttocks by a woman, could do 
irreparable damage. It might destroy his confidence to the extent he would 
never be able to handle himself well in the presence of women. It might even 
be the thing that triggered, or was a contributing influence in making a boy 
at least lean toward homosexuality. And she knew now that somehow she had to 
give him back his adolescent masculinity. 

Jill felt the teenager's hips suddenly squirm excitedly as her fingers 
wrapped around the soft shaft of his penis, looming suddenly to a warmly 
pulsing erection. A little quiver of passion darted through Jenny's own body 
as she worked the youngster's jockey shorts down to expose the twitching 
shaft to her touch, bending it downward so that in a hard, springing motion 
it popped suddenly out of the zipper to stunning exposure, now fully erect, 
the small head engorged with blood. 

Jenny gasped, hardly able to catch her breath as she gazed with narrowed and 
watering eyes down at the boy's long thin cock, the head smooth and pink 
with a little drop of seminal fluid glistening on the glans. 

"God, Miss Lane," Craig gasped, his whole body trembling as Jenny lightly 
tugged at the loose foreskin, drawing it downward along the shaft. 

For several moments as the youngster twitched and quivered before her, she 
manipulated the tender skin up and down in long smooth strokes, feeling the 
lust-inflamed hardness surge to even greater rigidity beneath her lewdly 
working fingers. Then, her face flushing with the forbidden want swelling in 
her body, Jenny gazed up at the boy's face. She was determined to compensate 
for what she had just done. She was going to give him back his pride and 
self-confidence and right now she didn't care what the consequences were. 
She knew the wrong she had done was far greater than his. He could be 
excused by his youth, but there'd never be any justification for her having 
humiliated him in the manner she had. Now she was going to set things right 
- in the best way she could think of to accomplish that. 

"Craig, I'm going to suck your cock," Jenny said in a deep and sultry voice. 
"Would you like that? Would you like me to suck it?" 

Craig could hardly believe what he'd heard. He stared back at her in shock, 
stunned silent, his lips trembling as he tried to voice his reply. At last 
he nodded his head. 

"Yes, Miss Lane. Gee yes, I'd like it!" 

Slowly Jenny decreased the tantalizing up-and-down motions of her hand on 
the throbbing shaft, then stopped completely, lightly squeezing the bulging 
resilience. She'd never felt this way in her life. She knew what she was 
doing could have disastrous consequences, knew she was courting fate beyond 
the bounds of sanity. But now there was no stopping. 

She waited but a moment longer, relishing the anticipation, her own desire 
surging as wildly as Craig's excitement. Her tongue flicked teasingly from 
her mouth to moisten her invitingly full lips, then she leaned her face 
slowly toward the boy's loins, bending the swelling shaft of his cock 
backwards until it was pointed straight at her face. She paused again, her 
face posed daringly close, the naked cock-head only inches from her hps, 
then she opened her mouth and breathed softly over the glistening little 
glans, her fingers resuming the gentle up-and-down skinning to prompt 
further excited jerkings of the youngster's hips. 

"Oh yes, Miss Lane!" he gasped excitedly. "Please suck it! I can't wait any 
longer." 

Now the boy's blunt words, which moments ago had enraged her, only further 
stimulated Jenny's uncontrollable lust. Her tongue flicked gingerly from her 
lips, the saliva-wetted tip of it coming into warm titillating contact with 
the throbbing head of Craig's boyish cock. She circled it slowly about the 
rubber-like flesh as she heard the teenager moan and felt his hips twitch in 
response to the lustfully exciting sensation. The tip of her tongue found 
the tiny opening of the glans at the end and darted wetly into it to flick 
up the little drop of seminal fluid. 

The tangy taste only further stimulated the school nurse's wanton craving 
and her hand slipped to the base of the lustfully pulsing shaft as her lips 
parted to take just the throbbing tip into the warmth and moisture of her 
mouth. 

Jenny's fingers played lovingly through the thin curls of pubic hair at the 
boy's open fly, venturing inside to caress the tightly stretched sac of his 
testicles as her tongue flicked downward along the smoothly straining shaft. 
She planted moist kisses around the jerking tip and traced an obscene path 
down the length so that her nose brushed against the hairs that curled from 
Craig's open fly as he squirmed before her. 

She continued to play and tease him, flicking her tongue lightly, breathing 
softly over the sensitive male flesh, yet refusing to really take it into 
her mouth, to give him the satisfaction his lust must now so urgently 
demand. Then suddenly with a deep groan in his throat Craig reached his 
hands down into Jenny's long dark hair and pulled her face closer to his 
thighs as he thrust his loins eagerly forward. 

Jenny gave out with a muffled cry of delight as the full length of Craig's 
lust-inflamed cock came shoving up into her wantonly yielding mouth, the 
throbbing head plunging back along her tongue to embed itself in her throat 
as he pushed his loins even more ruthlessly up to her face. She took a 
lewdly masochistic pleasure in the youngster's sudden aggressiveness, 
already a shocking display of the fact that his confidence was coming back, 
that by sucking him off she was accomplishing her purpose. Surrendering her 
lips willingly, she felt the palpitating head of his penis crush hotly into 
the tender cavern of her mouth, and she closed her eyes and basked in her 
joy and submission even though the fleshy penis almost choked her. 

Craig's hips quivered as he felt the school nurse close her lips tightly 
around the pulsating shaft of his cock, now taking almost the full length in 
her mouth as she began to suck in earnest. He'd never felt anything so good 
in his whole life. He'd heard the older boys talking about women doing this, 
but somehow he'd never really believed it. And it sure hadn't occurred to 
him when he'd come here tonight that Miss Lane would do anything like this 
for him. It gave him such a feeling of power to see her bowed in subjugation 
before him, her face pressed up against the crotch of his trousers, her 
tongue flicking wildly about the sensitive flesh of his penis, her lips 
sliding teasingly up and down the quivering shaft until he thought he wasn't 
going to be able to control himself for a minute longer. He still had never 
fucked a girl and he could only imagine what that must feel like. But he 
couldn't see how it could be any better than this. 

Jenny moaned hungrily as she began to work her head back and forth in a lewd 
bobbing motion before Craig's loins, swishing her tongue in wild tantalizing 
movements around the sensitively jerking cock-head. Now that she'd finally 
shed her inhibitions, she concentrated all her efforts on the submissive 
sucking of the youngster's penis, making soft gurgling sounds in her throat, 
yielding her mouth up without reservation for his pleasure, her lips 
stretched tightly by the blood-engorged rod of flesh. She sucked ravenously, 
already beginning to hunger for the sweet-tasting semen she knew must have 
started to well up in the teenager's throbbing testicles. But now her own 
body had also begun to cry out in need. The. lewd submission had tapped a 
masochistic source in her she didn't even know existed and now every inch of 
her voluptuously soft flesh was demanding contact, sensation, a physical 
reward for the offering of her mouth to the young boy's lustful use. 

With a sudden soft whimper Jenny raised her head, letting the throbbing cock 
slip from her mouth. Her face flushed, she gazed up pleadingly at the little 
boy, who now looked back in surprise and disappointment. 

"Touch me too, Craig," she said in a near-cracking voice. "Touch my body. 
Make me feel something too." 

Then just behind the concession stand, her eyes found a small plot of grass. 
The young boy followed her gaze, then looked back at her and nodded. His 
cock still protruding in obscene erection from his trousers, Craig walked 
before her over to the grass. Her whole body trembled with the lust that 
consumed her as Jenny dropped to her knees on the ground and Craig lay on 
his back, his erect cock now standing straight up in the air. Jenny 
moistened her lips, her eyes feverish as she gazed down at it. Then she 
slowly lifted her skirt off her smoothly tanned thighs, rolling it in a 
bundle about her waist several inches above her low hanging panties, 
transparent so that even in the darkness the youngster could see the 
inviting shadowy triangle of pubic hair nestled between her inner thighs. 

"Now feel me," she said in a quivering voice. "Put your hands inside my 
panties and play with my pussy." 

Craig needed no further encouragement. He'd never been able to get his hand 
even under his girl friend Karen's skirt, let alone actually touch her 
pussy, and the prospect intrigued him. He remembered the way Miss Lane's 
cunt had looked that night he window-peeped on her. It beckoned 
inexplicably, like nothing else in the world. 

As she felt the boy's hand move to the softness of her thighs, Jenny again 
dropped her lips to his turgid cock-head, her tongue swiping softly over the 
smooth bulbous tip, little mewls of lust-incited submission rising from deep 
in her throat as his hips lunged upward from the grass to drive the 
resilient shaft even farther into her warm wet mouth. Then her own body 
began to twist and squirm in excitement as she felt his hands stroke up the 
tautly straining tendon of her inner thigh. His fingers flicked shockingly 
up inside the tight leg band of her panties to brush teasingly through the 
soft curling strands of pubic hair that lined the pulsing slit of her cunt, 
and a muffled wail issued from deep in her chest as she felt the first 
stunning contact of his finger moving right up the soft moistened slit and 
over the rigidly throbbing little bud of her clitoris. 

As her buttocks squirmed in an eager gyrating motion, Jenny felt the boy's 
other hand seize the waistband at the top of her panties and begin working 
it down off the flexing half-moons of her buttocks, his finger stroking 
softly along the narrow crack between. 

She intensified her hungry sucking, her head once more bobbing in a frenzied 
rhythm up and down over the boy's uncontrollably undulating loins, her teeth 
scratching lightly up and down on the sensitive skin, her tongue still 
swiping and twirling with maddening effect. 

Craig groaned at the sight of the pretty school nurse sucking his cock in 
total subjugation, her efforts only increasing as he began to stroke up and 
down the wetly parting lips of her cunt and run his middle finger back and 
forth over the little bud-like swelling nestled softly in the silken hair at 
the top of the slit. 

Then suddenly Jenny's buttocks began to twitch even more as one of Craig's 
fingers slipped up between her wetly flanged pussy hps, worming slowly into 
the warm welcoming flesh of her vagina. At the same time the young boy 
stiffened beneath her, an even louder groan coming to his lips. 

"Uh - oh, Miss Lane. I think I'm going to cum. I can't hold it any longer." 

His hips retreated downward and she realized suddenly that he was trying to 
pull his penis out of her mouth, that in his youthful inexperience he 
naturally assumed she didn't want him to cum there. The display of naivete 
sent an even more wanton thrill darting through her softly pulsing loins and 
out over her goosebumped flesh, and frantically she again sucked the whole 
length of the youngster's twitching cock up into her mouth. She wanted him 
to cum there. She wanted his triumph to be complete, and she didn't want to 
lose a single droplet of the precious sperm that this very moment was 
welling up hotly in his testicles and beginning its mad race up the 
desire-swollen shaft toward the bursting glans. 

The astonished teenager hesitated for a moment longer, understanding what 
the school nurse wanted, yet still hardly able to believe it. Then with a 
loud gasp he thrust the lustfully throbbing rigidity of his cock even more 
violently up between her lips. 

An instant later the first droplets of the fresh-tasting young cum shot in a 
thick stream into her coaxing mouth. Jenny groaned, her Adam's apple bobbing 
in rapid rhythm as she swallowed the gushing liquid that squirted hotly into 
the warmth and moistness of her sucking mouth. Craig's buttocks now lunged 
wildly, his hand working the panties all the way off Miss Lane's firm full 
thighs to give him even greater access to the soft caressing lips of her 
cunt. His middle finger plunged deeper into the warmly inviting inner flesh 
as he felt her mouth close in a tight elastic ring around the throbbing 
hardness of his cock, her tongue twirling in wide exciting circles over the 
twitching head, gurgling sounds pouring from her throat as she began to 
swallow the still ceaselessly squirting drops. 

Then with a final sigh the young boy sank back down into the grass. For a 
moment he lay completely motionless, his hand resting still up between her 
thighs. At last he felt the school nurse's Hps slide softly away from his 
deflating cock. Trying to catch his breath, he gazed down at her as she 
lifted her face, looking back with the most desperate expression he'd ever 
seen in his life. 

"Finger-fuck me," she said in a quivering voice. "Finger-fuck me, Craig. I'm 
going to cum too." 

For a moment the young boy did nothing. He was too astonished to move. 
Wild-eyed, Jenny gazed pleadingly at him, her smoothly rounded thighs 
opening and closing about his hand. Then as his thumb came back into searing 
contact with her pulsating clitoral bud and his finger once again thrust 
smoothly up into the most secret depths of her vagina, she felt the first 
distant waves begin. She couldn't help herself. All her defenses had been 
shattered. The last several days now seemed like time spent in 
desire-inspired trance, and now all of it seemed to lead directly to this 
very moment as the wailing moan burst suddenly to her lips and instinctively 
Craig began to thrust his fingers swiftly in and out of the moistened flesh 
of her cunt, the lust-spiraling strokes increasing in intensity to the waves 
of orgasm flowing completely out of control through her body. 

Jenny closed her eyes, her body twisting and writhing deliriously, her lips 
pursing to kiss the young boy's now limber penis once more, this time in 
gratitude. For a moment longer she continued the eager undulations of her 
nakedly exposed buttocks, the motions gradually slacking off as she sank 
down in exhaustion in the grass. Then she felt the spent penis begin to 
swell again in her mouth, twitching and throbbing swiftly back to an 
erection only slightly less rigid than it had been just before he'd emptied 
his fresh-tasting load of cum into her mouth. 

"Now I want to fuck you, Miss Lane," he said with a trembling voice. "Can I? 
Can I fuck you now?" 

Jenny smiled weakly, gazing down at the youngster's nakedly throbbing cock. 
There was no doubt in her mind that he was capable, and she was too. But 
neither one of them would be at their maximum in performance, and that was 
the way Jenny wanted it to be when she finally did submit to the temptation 
that she now realized must have been gnawing secretly at her ever since the 
beginning of the semester when she'd first taken her job at the junior high 
school. 

After a moment she shook her head. "No, Craig. Wait and fuck me tomorrow 
night." 

 Chapter Four 

Craig was surprised to see MacDonald's car parked in front of the apartment 
building where Miss Lane lived. She'd told him to come about ten and to just 
be sure no one saw him going in the front door. He'd been sure she meant it, 
that she would be waiting for him and would let him fuck her, but now he 
began to wonder if she had changed her mind. 

Craig still could hardly believe what had happened the night before. Miss 
Lane seemed to have gone completely crazy. One minute she was spanking him 
like he was a little ten year old kid or something instead of a teen-ager, 
and he'd never felt so terrible and helpless in his life. Then before he 
knew what was happening, she was sucking his cock. The school nurse! Craig 
still hadn't told anybody, though all day long he'd been bursting with the 
secret. But he still hadn't gotten his first piece of pussy, and he wanted 
to do that before he took a chance on having one of the other boys at school 
foul him up with Miss Lane. 

The young boy waited for a moment in the shadows of the shade tree across 
the street from the building, then went over to the construction site from 
where he'd first window-peeped on Miss Lane that night and seen her 
finger-fucking herself. But before he'd gone halfway to the rear of the lot 
he was able to determine that the curtain had been pulled over the window of 
her bedroom. He was about to turn back when he noticed the small gap just at 
the edge of the window. Carefully avoiding a pile of wood scraps, Craig made 
his way back along the hedge to a spot where he could peer through the small 
crack at an angle. 

Mr. MacDonald and Miss Lane were on the bed, but they were still clothed. It 
was really hard to tell exactly what they were doing because all Craig could 
make out was just a glimpse, but it looked like Mr. MacDonald had his hand 
up her skirt, and it looked like she was trying to resist. God, he hoped so! 
If she did let Mac MacDonald do it to her now she might get satisfied enough 
that she wouldn't let Craig, and then he'd miss out on getting that first 
piece he wanted so bad. 

Impatiently Craig waited, watching the twisting older couple on the bed. 
They were either really getting with it or Miss Lane was trying to fight Mr. 
MacDonald off, and from his vantage point the young boy couldn't tell which 
it was. But either way he was about to go out of his mind with desire. All 
he'd been able to think about all day was about Miss Lane sucking him off 
last night, and her promise to let him fuck her tonight. At the end of 
history class he'd had such an erection it had been impossible for him to 
stand up from the desk when the bell rang. He'd had to sit there for two or 
three minutes to wait for it to go down. And now just the brief glimpse of 
her twisting around on her bed with Mr. MacDonald, her skirt so far up her 
thighs mat he could see her pink lace panties, and Mr. MacDonald's hand 
pawing at them and trying to get them off was more than the teen-age boy 
could stand. He just had to fuck the school nurse tonight. He just had to! 

Then suddenly both Miss Lane and Mr. MacDonald moved out of Craig's view. He 
waited breathlessly outside the window, now ..able to ascertain what was 
going on inside the apartment bedroom. They might be getting undressed to go 
to bed, and he might be losing out on his only chance to get laid. 

It seemed an eternity passed in those few minutes as Craig waited, staring 
through the small space between the curtain and the window sill for some 
further sign of motion. Then the youngster jumped as he heard the front door 
of the building slam and saw Mr. MacDonald stalk down the sidewalk to his 
car. The youngster remained concealed by the hedge until he heard the car 
engine start up and again leaving rubber, the history teacher pulled away 
down the street. Craig watched him turn the corner, then got up and went to 
the front door of the building and rang the bell to Miss Lane's apartment. 

Jenny hesitated when she heard the doorbell ring. She thought she'd heard 
Mac's car taking off, but she couldn't be sure. It would be about like him 
to stalk out in a rage and then change his mind and want to come back, but 
she'd had enough wrestling for one night. When the bell rang a second time 
she pressed the button to unlatch it, then breathlessly waited until she 
heard the lighter footsteps in the hall. It was Craig. It had to be! 

Jenny took a deep breath and opened the door, smiling down at the young boy 
who stood before her fidgeting with his hands. 

"Hello, Craig. Come in." 

"Hi, Miss Lane," the teen-ager said, moving hesitantly into the small, neat 
living room. 

"Mac just left," Jenny said. "So you're ... right on time." 

"I know. He was just getting into his car when I... when I came up." 

"He didn't see you?" Jenny asked nervously. 

"Oh no! I was real careful about that." 

"Oh, good," Jenny said with a soft sigh. 

Then there was a short silence. The youngster nervously averted his eyes 
from the nurse's face. Then Jenny felt a shiver of delight as his gaze 
strayed back to the soft curves of her body, her breasts partially exposed 
by her low-necked, sleeveless blouse, her satiny thighs invitingly revealed 
by her short miniskirt. The whole day had been a struggle to get through. 
She'd been able to think of nothing but the prospect of taking this innocent 
young kid and showing him what it was like to really make love with a woman. 
Lewd thrills had coursed through her body every time she thought of last 
night's wanton episode at the old drive-in. A part of her still knew that 
what she was now embarking on was madness, but she didn't care any longer. 
Her lust overwhelmed her. It had been so long since she'd made love, so long 
that now she could hardly see how she'd stood it. And in a sense she had 
kept her resolution not to make love to anyone until it was a person she 
really cared for, until she was certain he was the right one. It was a 
different twist, but her need for this young boy was more powerful than 
anything she'd ever felt in her life. It was a compulsion that had to be 
satisfied. 

"There's just one more thing, Craig," Jenny said finally to break the 
silence. "You haven't told anyone about what happened last night?" 

"No, ma'am." 

"And you won't? I mean, you won't say anything to any of your friends that 
this is ... going on between us? Promise me that?" 

"I promise," Craig said firmly. "And you can trust me." 

"Oh, I know I can," Jenny said, again smiling. 

She took a step toward the young boy, gazing down at him with engulfing 
tenderness, her hand trembling as she reached out to stroke through the 
softly curling hair that hung down around his collar and over his ears. He 
blushed, smiling back almost shyly. Jenny took another deep breath. Now that 
the moment she'd awaited all day was finally here, she didn't know how to 
begin, how to break the ice and give the act at least a sense of 
spontaneity. She felt all tight inside. Wrestling with Mac had put her off 
badly, though she hadn't been able to completely quell her physical response 
when he put his hand up under her skirt between her thighs and stroked 
across the forbidden softness of her pussy on the outside of her panties. 
She could still feel the tickling wetness between her thighs, and the 
foreplay with Mac had strengthened her resolve to go through with what she 
knew must be a foolhearty act in view of all the possible consequences. 

Jenny dropped her hand slowly from Craig's face, her full breasts gently 
rising and falling with her hastened breathing. She let her eyes descend 
cautiously to his waist and down to his crotch and another shiver of delight 
and anticipation coursed through her as she noted the bulging erection that 
tented his jeans. She moistened her lips with a teasing motion of her 
tongue, her eyes narrowing. 

"Are you nervous, Craig?" 

"Oh no!" the teen-age boy replied almost too. quickly, looking back into 
Jenny's eyes. 

She smiled mischievously. "Are you sure?" 

Craig hesitated, then cast his eyes downward. "Well, maybe just a little 
bit." Then he looked up again. "But that's only because you're a nurse, 
'cause you must have a lot more experience than I do and know about medicine 
and people's bodies and all." 

Jenny knew that was a bluff; at least, she was ninety percent certain. But 
there was one more thing she wanted to find out for certain. She wasn't sure 
why, but now it was very important to her. 

"You're not a virgin, are you, Craig?" 

The youngster's face blanched. He shook his head adamantly for a moment, 
then stopped and shrugged. Again he'd begun to fidget nervously with his 
hands. 

"Well... sort of," he conceded finally. 

"But Craig, that's nothing for you to be ashamed of. At your age ... why, 
you must be about to become the first boy in the whole junior high school 
who isn't a virgin." 

"Not quite," he said. 

Now he was blushing again. Jenny felt an even greater welling of emotion and 
want in her breasts at this final proof of the boy's innocence. She knew it 
only compounded the wrong in what she was doing, but she couldn't help 
herself now. Perhaps it was just because she had gone too long without 
making love to a man. Perhaps the self-denial had done an ironic damage to 
her. But the thought of taking and corrupting this young teen-ager - and 
that was exactly what she was doing - thrilled her beyond anything she'd 
ever experienced in her life. 

With a soft gasp Jenny stepped closer to the boy, wrapping both arms around 
him and drawing him gently toward her body. She moaned deeply as he reached 
up to caress the sensuously straining fullness of one of her breasts on the 
outside of her dress, mashing the material of the tight-fitting brassiere to 
cause little tingles to shoot out from her hotly swelling nipples. A whimper 
rose in her throat as the boy pressed his body to hers, his hand eagerly 
crushing the firm, upthrust mound. 

"Oh yes, Craig, yes," she purred softly, looking down with rising excitement 
as his hand dropped from her breasts and moved around to her back, sliding 
hesitantly down to the full-fleshed ripeness of her buttocks as his loins 
drove hard against her invitingly soft thighs. She could feel the trembling 
in his body and she knew he was still very nervous at the prospect of what 
they were about to do. But he was trying to take the initiative and that 
realization only heightened the surging pleasure that was breaking down once 
and for all the last of Jenny's reservations. 

Then the youngster bounced up onto his tiptoes, his mouth crushing eagerly 
against 

Jenny's parted lips, his tongue flicking wetly into her mouth as she felt 
his hands drop lower on the straining half-moons of her ass-cheeks. She 
closed her eyes, her breath growing louder as she felt the young boy squirm 
his pelvis up against her, the throbbing erection that tented his trousers 
rutting firmly against the sensitive softness of her thighs as he stretched 
his body to make a near-perfect fit with hers. 

Jenny gasped softly as the youngster's fingers began to work the material of 
her short skirt up her thighs and off her smoothly trembling ass-cheeks to 
raise it and bunch it in a bundle at her waist above her pink lace panties. 
Then her body spontaneously stiffened when his fingers darted hotly into the 
top of the tight elastic waistband and moved with lewdly searing contact 
down the sensitive crack between her buttocks. 

"Oh Craig, Craig!" she moaned. "Don't touch me there yet." 

He hesitated but a moment, then slid his fingers lower down the hairless 
crack, right over the little clenched circle of her puckered anus. A shiver 
coursed through the whole length of her body as the hand moved even lower to 
brush through the thinly curling hairs between her thighs and find sudden 
shocking contact with the moistening little pussy slit. 

Another soft moan rose in her throat, then with a gasp she wriggled away 
from the teen-ager. 

"I can't stand any more of that, Craig. Let's go into the bedroom and take 
our clothes off." 

"Yes, ma'am," the youngster answered, obviously as eager and excited as 
Jenny. 

Quickly the two of them walked through to the bedroom. Jenny lit the candle 
on the night stand and flicked off the overhead light, lending a warm red 
glow to the room. Then, sultry-eyed, she turned back to Craig. With a slowly 
teasing motion she unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her 
brassiere-clad breasts and the softly tanned flesh of her torso. The young 
boy watched her anxiously, his eyes bright with desire as she hesitated for 
a moment, then reached her hand up behind her back to deftly fuck loose the 
snap of her brassiere. Jennie thought she heard the boy give out with a soft 
groan as the brassiere cups fell slightly away from the pulsing firmness of 
her breasts. Wetting her lips in another sensuous gesture with her tongue 
she dropped her shoulders forward and let the straps fall down her naked 
arms as the brassiere slipped lightly to the floor, completely exposing the 
luscious fullness of her nipple-peaked breasts. 

"Oh wow, Miss Lane! You must have the most beautiful tits in the world." 

Jenny smiled, taking an almost depraved delight in the way the youngster's 
eyes consumed the nakedly exposed mounds of her breasts, the dark little 
buds of her nipples swollen to tingling hardness. Then she dropped her hands 
down to the waist of her skirt, loosening the snaps on the side and 
smoothing out part of it that was still doubled up almost to her waist to 
teasingly expose one of her shapely thighs almost to the tight elastic leg 
band of her panties. She drew the zipper slowly open, then with a wriggling 
motion of her buttocks let the skirt fall freely from her flaring ass-cheeks 
and drop to the floor about her feet, leaving her naked except for the 
almost transparent pink bikini pants that clung like a second skin to her 
softly rounded buttocks, barely concealing the dark tempting pattern of hair 
at her cunt. 

"Now, Craig," she said gustily. "You take my panties off. Take them off nice 
and slowly and start getting me ready to fuck." 

The young boy stepped eagerly to her as Jenny gazed down with passion-glazed 
eyes. She felt the softness of his breath blowing over her already ripely 
swollen nipples as he reached down to seize the panties at their narrow 
elastic waistband, drawing them slowly down off the inviting flare of her 
ass-cheeks to reveal the thinly curling hair of her cunt. Another little 
driver of anticipation flowed through her as he leaned closer, pressing his 
face into the wide, deep valley between her voluptuously formed breasts. 

Then she moaned when his hands moved inside the waistband of the panties, 
brushing lightly down the sensitive base of her spine to grasp the pliant 
fullness of her buttocks, pulling her body to his, the erection that tented 
his Levis now prodding hard up against her panty-protected loins. He may not 
have had any actual experience, but his instincts were certainly right. 
Jenny didn't know when she'd ever been so hot in her life. 

"Oh yes, Craig," she purred softly down into his ear as she felt the boy's 
tongue flick out to moistly caress one of the hard-swollen nipple-buds. 

Then his hands moved lower inside the panties, slipping up between her 
thighs from behind to come again into sharply tantalizing contact with the 
pulsing hair-lined slit of her pussy. Jenny gave out with a soft delirious 
cry, grinding her buttocks wildly as she felt Craig's finger trace a path of 
fire up the moistening cuntal lips to stroke again over the little throbbing 
bud of her clitoris. 

"Oh Craig! Craig!" the school nurse moaned. "You make me feel so good!" 

For a moment longer the youngster continued to lick and kiss Jenny's nakedly 
throbbing breasts and the sensitive buds of her nipples, his fingers 
continuing to tease and part the flanged lips of her cunt, driving her to an 
even more wanton state of excitement and lust. Then he drew the panties down 
the rest of the way off her tightly rounded buttocks to fall down the length 
of her silken thighs, and with an eager gasp Jenny pushed him back away from 
her. 

"Now you, Craig. Take off your clothes too," she whispered, now standing 
completely naked before him, her skin a rich amber color in the dimly 
flickering candlelight. 

Craig hesitated for a moment, his face turning crimson even as he gazed with 
lascivious craving at the school nurse's completely exposed body. Jenny's 
breath was coming in great, hoarse gasps now as she relished the moment's 
anticipation, taking further pleasure in the little boy's hesitance, his 
obvious embarrassment at the prospect of taking his clothes off in front of 
her only another proof of the innocence she so cherished and longed to 
violate. 

Then at last the young teen-ager began nervously to remove his clothing. 
Jenny watched him anxiously, her tongue flicking out to moisten her full 
sensual lips, her eyes glossy and narrowed. Slowly the youngster peeled his 
T-shirt up off his head, then averted his eyes as he began to fumble with 
his belt buckle and the button of his Levis. Then Jenny gasped as he pulled 
his trousers and jockey shorts down in one motion and his youthful penis 
loomed up suddenly in tantalizing exposure, the blood-engorged head 
palpitating as if with a desire of its own, a little drop of seminal fluid 
glistening at the tiny slitted glans at the tip. It was like a daydream she 
could hardly believe. It was really going to happen. After all these months 
of waiting she was finally going to have a cock in her, a real live 
pulsating cock! 

Then Jenny moaned with even greater desire as the naked teen-ager stepped 
back to her, his hands moving around her exposed hips to slide once more 
down over the sensuously rounded mounds of her ass-cheeks, his fingers 
flicking teasingly into the forbidden crack to venture shockingly close to 
the little puckered hole of her anus. She moaned deeply as he stroked back 
through the slickly moistened fringe of hair and wormed his finger slowly in 
between the desire-swollen lips of her pussy, and little wanton murmurs of 
excitement rose in her throat as he snuggled his face up between the 
lusciously exposed mounds of her breasts, his tongue flicking with shocking 
effect over the tingling buds of her nipples. With a passion-strained 
whimper Jenny wrapped her arms around the young boy, tugging his face up 
even tighter into the voluptuously deep valley between her breasts, her 
hands stroking eagerly through his softly curling hair. Her naked loins 
squirmed involuntarily as she felt the throbbing flesh of his cock prodding 
up into the sensitive softness between her thighs. 

"Oh yes," she purred. "Yes, Craig. Fuck me now. Fuck me like I've never been 
fucked in my life." 

Looking down, Jenny saw the expression of shock on the boy's face at hearing 
her, the school nurse, use such a blunt and vulgar word. Again the perverted 
aspect of what she was doing, the act of corrupting an innocent boy like 
this who could be shocked by a word that in some circles was becoming almost 
acceptable, served as a complement to the physical sensations coursing 
warmly through every fiber of her being, altering and heightening her 
lustful enjoyment. 

Then her body almost went limp as she sagged down onto the bed, reclining in 
a spread-eagled position and pulling the naked young boy down on top of her. 
She closed her eyes, moaning softly, her body beginning a slow and sensuous 
writhing. Then she felt Craig's quivering body sag down upon her. She waited 
breathlessly, then opened her eyes as he stiffened. 

"Come on, Craig," she said almost deliriously. "Fuck me. Fuck me now." 

Again shocked by the vulgar word, Craig merely stared at her in confusion 
for a moment, then averted his eyes. 

"What's the matter?" 

"I'm ... I'm not sure I know exactly what I'm supposed to do. Should I 
just... just... stick it in your pussy or is there something else first?" 

Her emotions bursting up in her until she wanted to cry, Jenny showered 
several moist kisses on the young boy's face. 

"Oh you little darling!" she gasped. "I'll show you exactly how, exactly 
what you're supposed to do. And I just know you'll be wonderful, Craig. I 
know you're going to be the greatest lover." 

"I dunno," the boy said. "I'm just sort of scared." 

Jenny moaned again as he shifted above her, the still-throbbing shaft of his 
penis brushing shockingly along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh right 
below the softness of her sparsely-haired cunt. 

Jenny spread her thighs wider, bending her legs at the knees to arch her 
buttocks upward in vulnerable invitation, her whole naked body trembling as 
she felt Craig's lust-inflamed hardness looming even closer to her moistened 
vaginal slit. 

"Spread the lips with your fingers," she moaned. "My pussy-lips." A spasm 
shook her as she felt the titillating contact down between the fine curls of 
pubic hair. "Oh! Easy. Easy." 

Her tightly clenched ass-cheeks quivered as she felt Craig's fingers 
nervously spread her sensitive vaginal flanges, smoothing the freely flowing 
cuntal moisture up and down the pulsing slit, coming back into inadvertent 
but nonetheless stimulating contact with the twitching bud of her clitoris. 

"Now slide forward," she whimpered. "Hurry! Put your cock in my pussy." 

Craig jerked his hips eagerly forward and Jenny felt the softly pulsating 
lips of her cunt stretched slowly wider apart by the swollen cock-head 
shoved suddenly right up into the entrance of her pussy. She emitted a low 
groan from her throat at the faint stab of pleasing pain as the warmly 
moistened hps yielded to let the throbbing cock-head slip through. 

"Ohhhh yes! Yes, that's right Craig!" she cried, her buttocks jerking in a 
frenzied spasm, tossing her head from side to side to whip her long black 
hair about the rounded softness of her shoulders, biting her lip in the 
agonizing frustration of having the young boy's blood-engorged penis 
penetrating just between the lust-tortured lips of her cunt, yet still not 
really thrust up inside her. 

"Oh please, Craig. Come on and fuck me," she wailed more desperately, her 
arms suddenly moving down over the sinewy muscles of the youngster's back to 
seize both his nakedly trembling ass-cheeks and tug him downward. 

His own body quivering from the excitement of seeing the school nurse 
totally surrendered for him, begging him to fuck her, Craig shoved his hips 
eagerly forward. It was finally going to happen. He was getting his first 
piece of pussy and nothing was going to stop him now. And after his friend 
Tommy Turner, he was only the second boy in the whole school who would have 
ever fucked a woman! 

Then the youngster groaned as he felt the warmly resisting softness between 
Miss Lane's thighs giving way, the flanged pussy-lips flowering wider apart 
as his hotly pulsating rod of flesh wormed slowly up into the inner flesh of 
her cunt. It felt like nothing he'd ever imagined in his life. It was so 
tight and the gentle caress of the soft muscles inside was almost enough to 
make him cum at that very instant. 

For a moment Craig held himself poised motionless above the school nurse's 
wantonly spread-eagled body. He held his breath, each little tremor around 
his throbbing shaft of flesh deep up inside her pussy almost driving him out 
of his mind. From watching her finger-fuck herself to orgasm that first 
night he window-peeped on her, and from doing the same thing to her last 
night after she'd sucked his cock until he shot off in her mouth-, the 
teenage boy had learned that it took a while for a woman to do what a man 
seemed to have to exert all his control to put off even for a few minutes. 
He still didn't quite understand that, but he did know one thing: he didn't 
want to disappoint her. He wasn't going to be satisfied with just fucking 
Miss Lane one time. It would only be when she had come back for more that 
Craig would really have proven his manhood. 

"Oh please, Craig!" Miss Lane wailed more loudly. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Just 
start it mice and easy." 

Craig groaned again, flexing his cock inside her to cause a spontaneous 
spasm to shake her nakedly trembling body. Then cautiously he began to move, 
still exerting all his control to keep from shooting off right then. But 
after the first few strokes he was able to accustom himself somewhat to the 
vividly titillating sensations. 

Jenny's softly curved body jerked and quivered, lunging eagerly up to 
receive the youngster's hesitant thrust, a deeper groan issuing from her 
throat as she felt the palpitating rod of flesh slip even deeper into her 
pulsing cuntal opening until his balls slapped softly down into the 
sensitive crack of her ass-cheeks. Her trembling legs scissored open wider, 
kicking up into the air as the suddenly shocking spasm coursed wildly out 
from her loins over every inch of her tingling flesh. 

She moaned, her lewdly impaled body tossing Id lustful ecstasy at the sheer 
and raw sensation of finally having a cock deep up inside her after all the 
months of waiting, of sticking to her confining resolution. Again she 
realized that what she was doing was wrong, and that in spite of the fact 
that Craig seemed like a trustworthy boy, this could bring the most terrible 
disaster down on her head. But she relished her guilt, and blotted out all 
concern for the possible consequences as her lust consumed her. Now nothing 
mattered but the wanton satisfaction that seemed to loom already maddeningly 
near. 

Little insane ripples of pleasure tingled through the sensitive nerve-ends 
of her loins, exuding outward to completely overwhelm her in a torrent of 
ecstasy as she heard Craig groan above her and felt him begin to thrust his 
pulsing hardness deeper and harder and more confidently up into her soft 
pussy-flesh. He gradually increased the force and intensity of his strokes, 
the lustfully throbbing cock-head burrowing farther and farther up inside 
her desire-tortured loins. Again he snuggled his face down to her sensuously 
arched breasts, his tongue flicking wetly over the tiny buds of her nipples 
as he began to squirm and jerk his hips and lunge his lust-inflamed hardness 
in lewd rhythm in and out of the quivering little cuntal mouth, prompting 
little involuntary contractions around the plunging shaft as she whimpered 
through bared teeth. She brought her hands down again to stroke her fingers 
eagerly through the youngster's hair, soft and distant sounding murmurs 
issuing from her throat as she began a wilder undulating motion that lifted 
her naked buttocks completely up off the mattress. 

"Oooh yes, Craig. You're doing just fine," she soothed as she felt the young 
boy again stiffen, holding himself motionless and not even breathing for a 
few seconds before he cautiously resumed his strokes, now probing almost 
tenderly at new and even more exciting angles, his hands beginning to 
explore again over the lightly perspiring flesh of her quivering body. 
Little mewlings of delight continued to pour from her sensuously parted lips 
and he could feel the urgent shuddering from her inner pussy flesh around 
the lustfully swelling head of his penis, the clasping cuntal softness 
beginning a smooth wet sucking around the base of his throbbing cock-shaft 
as he flexed and shoved deeper up into her skewered loins. 

Craig could hardly contain himself as Miss Lane's cries of passion grew even 
louder. Her teeth were gritted, her eyes bright and fiery with lust, her 
head lolling from side to side on the mattress to again whip her dark hair 
wildly over her shoulders. Her buttocks were now jerking frenziedly beneath 
him in a lewd rolling motion that varied and intensified the friction on his 
impaling rod of flesh. Her body was really coming to life now, caught in the 
spell of a maddeningly electric excitement that began deep up inside her 
cunt and flowered relentlessly out through all the raw nerve ends of her 
naked flesh. She was obsessed, tossing and writhing each instant more 
savagely in her response to the wanton sensations that consumed her. 

"Oh God, it's good, Craig, it's so good," she moaned softly into his ears, 
her words of encouragement only strengthening the youngster's resolve to 
control his own lust until she was ready to cum with him. 

Then suddenly an even more intense spasm shook her squirming body as the kid 
ground his pelvis down harder into the lustfully responding flesh beneath 
him. She arched her loins up higher to lift them both a few inches off the 
mattress, moaning ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing 
her thighs around his hips as she worked her own ass-cheeks up and down in a 
furious rhythm, her mouth gaping open wide as a louder wail burst to her 
lips. 

Jenny was getting close, but she thought little Craig was drawing even 
nearer to his own climax, and she knew it must be terribly difficult for him 
to hold himself back. And they just had to cum together. She couldn't bear 
to be left hanging and somehow she had to find a way to increase her own 
stimulation to bring her up to his level. 

With a sudden deep and distant groan, she moved her hand to seize Craig's 
wrist and tug his hand quickly down beneath her nakedly twisting buttocks. 

A shudder shook her body as she felt his fingers brush back along the 
sensitive crack between her squirming ass-cheeks, caressing lightly over the 
smoothly glistening lips of her cunt where the shaft of his cock now plunged 
swiftly in and out of the softly clinging, hair-lined orifice, haphazardly 
spreading the flowing moisture back up toward the throbbing little hole of 
her anus. 

Then the inexperienced youngster hesitated again, his moistened middle 
finger poised right at the forbidden little hole. He thought he knew what 
she wanted him to do now, but he couldn't believe it. The prospect of 
sticking his finger into that tight and puckered opening seemed the most 
obscene thing he could possibly do. Yet somehow now it was a prospect that 
thrilled him almost beyond the bounds of imagination. 

Jenny waited, her body now almost motionless except for the little tremors 
of expectation that coursed spontaneously through her naked flesh. A quiver 
shook her at the first cautious pressure right on the rubbery little nether 
ring. Then Craig hesitated again. 

"Yes!" she wailed finally in total desperation. "Yes, Craig! Shove your 
finger in my ass!" 

Craig groaned with his raging desire as he heard the school nurse's 
desperate plea. Having her like this, almost under his power, thrilled him 
more than anything he'd ever known in his life, and he took a ruthless 
pleasure as he spread the cuntal moisture more forcibly around the small 
puckered hole before he probed experimentally and prompted a cry from Miss 
Lane's lips that sounded genuinely deranged. Then he pushed harder, feeling 
the softly resisting tightness give way gradually to let the finger slide 
slowly up inside. 

Jenny lunged her hips spontaneously upward, shivering from the sudden 
obscene intrusion. 

"Aaaaaagggghhh!" she cried out from the sharp stab of pain. Then as the 
young boy hesitated, she opened her eyes to gaze up at him pleadingly. "Yes, 
go ahead. It feels good!" 

As the youngster stared at her in astonishment, Jenny gave out with an even 
more agonized whimper and suddenly screwed her softly yielding buttocks back 
down on his finger to sink it slowly deeper into the tightly resisting flesh 
of her anus. 

"Aaagghh!" she cried again, then moaned softly as Craig's finger sank to the 
knuckle up inside her sensitive rectal flesh. The pain of the penetration 
was ended, the worst was over. And she was so hot she could hardly stand it 
anyway, so her body welcomed every bit of sensation that could be extracted 
from her wanton submission - even the pain and humiliation of being 
finger-fucked up inside this most forbidden orifice. 

The triumph of shoving his finger into the school nurse's ass-hole was 
almost more than Craig could handle. He over came his own fear that he might 
be hurting her too much with a recollection of her pulling his pants down 
and spanking and humiliating him until he cried, and brutally twirled his 
finger in an agonizing circle far up inside the rubbery tightness, his cock 
throbbing even harder as he began to fuck down more ruthlessly into the 
softly pulsing flesh of her cunt. He could feel his finger through the thin 
wall of flesh separating her two passages, and grunting in lust and triumph, 
the teenager began to skewer simultaneously in and out of both the 
sensitively welcoming openings of her loins in rhythmic motions that 
prompted even further moans of passion and screams of pain from her throat. 

Jenny knew that finally she was about to cum, and judging from the way Craig 
was groaning and gasping and fucking with racking thrusts down on top of 
her, she didn't think it was a minute too soon. The masochistic thrill of 
letting the boy rudely violate her rectum with his finger, as if that were 
some kind of compensation or punishment for her violation of his innocence, 
had served its purpose. She could cum right with him now, whenever he was 
ready. 

Then suddenly she forgot the rationale of it all, all thoughts obliterated 
from her consciousness as she felt the distant quivers begin far up inside 
her loins, that sensation somehow irredeemably enmeshed with the stabbing 
pain in her rectum as Craig suddenly slammed his body down on hers with a 
mighty thrust that caused her to cry out in shock at the wanton sensations 
that surged over her and swept everything else aside in complete oblivion. 
An eerie wail burst to her lips and her thighs locked suddenly high up 
around the teenager's back, forming straight sheaths of both her vagina and 
rectum as she felt his swiftly lunging penis begin to twitch and throb and 
the first fresh droplets of his cum spurted obscenely up into her own 
spasming pussy-flesh. 

Jenny's voluptuous body uncoiled even more wildly beneath him. The waves of 
ecstasy seemed to begin in her toes and shoot in wild electric currents up 
her calves and satiny thighs, through the trembling flesh of her 
lust-tortured cunt and straight up into the tingling tips of her swollen 
nipples. The shattering orgasm seemed to swell even beyond the bounds of her 
flesh as Craig continued to slam down viciously against her madly tossing 
body as the rising liquid of his sperm came spewing up in hot torrents to 
shoot far up into the most secret depths of her vagina. 

Then with a last gasp Craig sank down against her, straining to catch up on 
his breathing as the little tremors of orgasmic excitement continued to 
course through her naked body. For almost a full minute he continued to feel 
the hot little shivers, and her sated cunt opened and closed in softly 
caressing convulsions on the deflating shaft of his cock. 

Then those subtle motions ceased and she lay perfectly still beneath him. He 
raised his head and looked down, grinning. 

She looked like she was asleep. 

Craig lay where he was for several minutes longer, then rolled off. She 
sobbed softly as he withdrew his now limp cock, but she still didn't open 
her eyes even as he slid off the bed and dressed silently in the dim 
candlelight. 

"Good night, Miss Lane," he said quietly. 

She didn't answer, but he thought the trace of a smile appeared on her lips. 

It was almost an afterthought that prompted Craig to pick up the school 
nurse's pink lace bikini pants before he went out the bedroom door to leave. 

 Chapter Five 

Mac McDonald poured two cups of coffee from the self-service counter in the 
faculty lounge, put them on a tray and carried them carefully back to the 
rear corner table, where Superintendent Johnson waited. 

"Thanks, Mac," the graying, slightly paunch-bellied man said. He took an 
enormous cigar from his coat pocket, carefully severed the end with a pair 
of nail clippers, and inserted it in his mouth as Mac produced a light. The 
superintendent inhaled deeply on the cigar, as if relishing the greatest 
pleasure of his life, and looked back at the history teacher with drooping, 
melancholy eyes. "Have you noticed anything funny going on around here 
today?" 

Mac shrugged, sipping his coffee. "Nothing out of the ordinary." 

"You haven't noticed that all these little house apes are jabbering like mad 
just before you walk into a room, then fall suddenly silent at your 
appearance?" 

"That's hardly extraordinary," Mac said with a short burst of laughter. 

"But the silence today seems a bit more intense. The gymnasium sounded like 
the sight of a funeral wake when I passed through this morning in search of 
our illustrious custodian." Superintendent Johnson paused, taking another 
luxurious puff on his cigar. "But here's the clincher. I managed, outside 
the boy's dressing room, to hear one nice little tidbit of what I quite 
suspect is a conversation topic that had become the primary point of 
interest of every student in this entire junior high school, and it is truly 
a shame I was in such a haste that my momentum carried me in, obviously an 
intruder, before I could put the brakes on and do a little constructive 
eavesdropping." He paused again and yawned, then looked at Mac with a smile. 

"And what was that?" Mac asked. 

"What?" 

"The tidbit you did hear?" 

"Oh, that little thing." The superintendent laughed boisterously. "Very 
short, actually. I heard Harry Parker say: "And just to prove it he stole 
her panties." 

"Hmmm," Mac said, not wanting not to respond, but hardly knowing why the 
superintendent should find that remark sd terribly significant, though in 
retrospect he did realize there were a couple of times today that it had 
occurred to him there was something fishy going on around the school. 

"I conclude that to mean that one of our male wards has been doing a bit of 
hanky panky with one of our little girls, or some other little girl or woman 
somewhere. I'd just be curious to know who the ex-maiden was." 

"Uh... yes," Mac said after a moment's hesitation. 

"How's your love life, by the way?" Superintendent Johnson continued, now 
setting himself to the task of sugaring his coffee. 

"So-so," Mac answered with a shrug. Then for a moment there was a troubled 
look on his face. 

"What's the matter?" Johnson asked, smiling. 

"Oh, nothing!" Mac said quickly, manufacturing a smile of his own. 

"How are things with our voluptuous dish of a nurse, anyway? Are you past 
the hand-holding yet?" 

Mac tried unsuccessfully to hide his irritation and said nothing. Still 
grinning, Johnson watched him as he sipped his own coffee. After a moment he 
sighed and stood up. 

"I don't suppose it matters. As beautiful as she is, I'm afraid Miss Lane 
isn't the girl for me. I've tried, and I didn't even get to the hand-holding 
myself." 

Leaving Mac again with a troubled look, the broad-shouldered, middle-aged 
man went through the exit. 

Mac finished his own coffee slowly. He wasn't even quite sure what was 
bothering him. It was just a distant and vague nagging, still unfocused. But 
it must relate to Jenny, he was sure. He'd been so certain during the last 
several days that he was finally going to be able to fuck her. Last night 
she'd even let him get his hand up under her skirt, and from the outside of 
her panties, he'd actually felt her pussy. Then she'd cut him off flat. And 
he just couldn't understand it. She was a normal, healthy woman. She had her 
needs too, and they had been going together for almost three months. 

Mac rose finally and walked out of the lounge and down the hall, still lost 
in thought. He almost went into the boys' restroom without stopping. Then he 
froze as he heard the cautious voice inside. 

"He went to bed with Miss Lane! The school nurse!" 

Mac caught his breath, hardly able to believe what he'd heard hadn't been 
his own imagination. Then he waited motionlessly, listening intently with 
his ear pressed almost to the door. 

"Craig Phillips?" another young voice said. "I don't believe it." 

"He's got her panties in his locker. He took them as a souvenir." 

That was all Mac needed to hear. He forgot the fact that he'd been on the 
way to relieve himself and went straight to Superintendent Johnson's 
still-deserted office. He had no trouble finding the locker list and taking 
Craig Phillips number, and after a short search he also uncovered the master 
key, which he'd had occasion to use once and recognized on sight. 

Almost blind with rage, Mac staggered out of the office and back down the 
hall. He didn't hesitate to see who was watching, and it was sheer luck that 
he wasn't seen opening the locker assigned to the freshman boy whose name 
he'd heard mentioned. 

The panties were lying on top of the stack of books, the exact same pair of 
bikini panties Jenny had refused to let Mac take off of her last night! 

Tommy Turner and Harry Parker both looked up eagerly from their desks as 
Craig Phillips strode into the room, a broad grin on his face. 

"All set," he said, sliding into his own desk near the rear of the room. 
"She's doing hearing tests for the seventh graders today, and she's got a 
date with Old Cornball MacDonald tonight. But unless something goes haywire 
she's just dying to see me tomorrow. She says we can't really do anything 
here at the school, but once I get there I'll change her mind about that." 

"You think she'll do it?" Harry asked, wide-eyed. "You think she'll really 
take all three of us?" 

"She'll take as many as come, once I get her going," Craig said with 
complete confidence. "You guys just give me a fifteen minute head start and 
come on in." 

 Chapter Six 

Mac left his car at the bar and took a taxi over to Jenny Lane's apartment. 
He wasn't sufficiently drunk that he didn't know he wasn't sober enough to 
drive, and there was no sense in killing himself and maybe somebody else 
just because of one unfaithful cunt. 

He tipped the driver a dollar and stepped out of the cab, slamming the door 
and almost tripping over the curb, and started up the walk toward the 
entrance. Then he stopped abruptly, weaving and trying to focus his vision 
on the doorway, which looked distant and shimmering, as if seen through a 
wall of sparkling water. He reached into his coat pocket and extracted the 
pink bikini panties, holding them up like a flag as he continued up to the 
door and rang Jenny's bell. 

Mac's reflexes were slowed and he missed getting the door open the first 
time it buzzed and had to ring again. This time he was ready for the answer 
and made it through and stalked on down the hall, bouncing alternately off 
the two walls. Her door was unlocked. Still weaving on his feet, Mac stepped 
into the small living room. 

"I'll be right out, Mac," Jenny said from the bathroom. "There's coffee on 
the stove and tomato juice in the fridge." 

Mac closed the door softly behind him, staring dumbly in the direction from 
which the voice came, now holding the panties in a tight, concealed wad in 
his hand. Then the door to the bath opened and Jenny, clad only in a flimsy 
robe, stepped out. 

She stopped short, staring at him curiously, as if she sensed something 
different about him and still couldn't quite figure out what it was. Mac 
looked back at her with blurred vision. She's just come out of the bath and 
her long black hair was plastered down on her face. Her skin was damp and 
the light gown clung almost transparently to the voluptuous curves of her 
flesh, perfectly outlining the high rounded swells of her breasts, her 
little pointed nipples making two distinct protrusions. The light garment 
was held together by a sash at the waist, yet fell apart at the bottom to 
teasingly reveal one of her contoured thighs, that glistened with moisture 
from her bath. 

Jenny seemed suddenly to realize how nearly naked and how inviting her body 
must look, and in a sudden nervous gesture she dropped one arm across the 
luxurious mounds of her breasts and with her other hand pulled the robe 
together over her shapely thigh. Mac held out his hand, a tightly clenched 
fist, and opened it slowly to reveal the wadded panties, which he let fall 
lightly to the floor. 

For a moment the young nurse stared without comprehension at the flimsy 
undergarment. Then her sultry face slowly turned pale. 

"Where ... did you get those." 

"You know goddamned well where I got them." 

"Oh Mac!" she gasped, her eyes widening. "Don't... don't look at me that 
way." 

It seemed he saw her for the first time, or for the first time since she'd 
come out of the bath became truly aware of her body, which before he'd noted 
only superficially. His eyes seemed to bore into her, his imagination 
stripping away the flimsily clinging robe to render her completely naked in 
his mind's lustful yfc w. And suddenly he knew he had to have her. One way 
or another he was going to fuck this beautiful and voluptuous woman who'd 
led him around as if by a ring in his nose for the last three months. He 
hadn't been sure of that until just this instant, hadn't really known what 
he was going to do when he got here tonight, beyond of course confronting 
her with what he'd learned today at school, the fact that she had been 
sleeping with a fourteen year old boy. But now not even that seemed to 
matter. Nothing mattered but that he get what he wanted from her and her 
forbidden body. 

"Mac... !" she gasped feebly in protest. From the look on her face it was 
obvious she realized what he was thinking. She had the bearing now of a 
cornered or wounded animal, as if any minute she might bolt and run. 

But she didn't move as he stepped toward her. It was as if she were frozen, 
and she hardly resisted as he roughly seized one of her wrists and led her 
toward the bedroom. She followed dumbly, almost as though entranced, again 
letting the robe fall apart at the thigh, her full breasts jiggling softly 
as she walked. Her resistance was only slight as they went through the door, 
and when Mac reached down and jerked the sash loose at the waist of her robe 
to let it fall suddenly open and expose the front of her sensuously curved 
body in all its naked invitation, she made no move to conceal it or protect 
herself. Then with a light motion of his arm Mac swung her forward and sent 
her careening toward the bed. The edge of it caught her at the knees and she 
sprawled backward across it, the robe still wide open in front to completely 
reveal the luscious milk-white mounds of her breasts and the smooth plane of 
her belly, even the soft black hair of her cunt nestled between her slightly 
parted inner thighs. 

Wild-eyed, Mac stared silently at his girl friend for a moment, his eyes 
consuming the amber curves of her naked flesh. Then he took off his 
sportscoat and tossed it over the back of a chair and began unbuttoning his 
shirt. 

"No, Mac," she pleaded softly. "No, please don't do that. I know what you're 
thinking. Please don't." 

"You must figure I'm about the stupidest kind of jackass. Letting me have 
your tits if I promise not to touch you below the waist! You treat me like a 
junior high kid. And then you treat that kid like you should a man." 

Jenny watched through watering eyes as Mac peeled off his shirt and started 
to unbutton his trousers. She felt almost dazed, as if she were suspended in 
time, as if this were just a dream and wasn't really happening at all. Her 
mind couldn't seem to grasp it, to fit the pieces together. She still 
couldn't understand how Mac happened to have the panties, which she'd still 
had on when he left, which Craig had removed from her squirming buttocks 
right before he'd fucked her, and which she now vaguely remembered missing 
this morning when she'd gotten out of bed to dress for work. But she knew 
Craig must have told someone, or perhaps had even stolen the panties and 
shown them around school and somehow Mac had gotten hold of them. And now 
the vague realization that the young boy she'd so come to adore these last 
three days had betrayed her was more devastating than any physical fear she 
might have of this enraged sex maniac before her. 

Yet she gasped nonetheless as with a sudden motion Mac pulled off both his 
trousers and boxer shorts to shockingly reveal the lust-inflamed hardness of 
his massive cock, the bulbous head almost visibly palpitating, the huge 
shaft thickly swollen. Jenny swallowed hard, reaching down somewhat absently 
to pull the robe together in front as Mac dropped his hand to Ms threatening 
rod of flesh and gave a couple of vulgar jerks on the foreskin. It was a 
gesture so completely uncharacteristic of him that it served as clear proof 
to Jenny just how much a shock this had all been for him, how far out of 
control of his own actions he must be in his state of lust and rage. And she 
knew with a curious undercurrent of peace or acceptance that it was futile 
to try to resist him. He was going to get what he wanted tonight, and she 
had to admit that after the way she'd led him on, he probably deserved it. 

Then, burying her face in her hands and beginning to sob softly, she rolled 
onto her belly as Mac approached the bed, glaring savagely down at'her, his 
eyes tracing the vivid outline of her body beneath the gown that vaguely 
revealed her rounded buttocks and only hinted at the inviting crack between 
them, then fell down below to sharply define the shape of her inner thighs. 

"I guess you fucked that little punk right after I got through sucking your 
tits the other night. That was just an appetizer, hunh? Really put you in 
the mood!" 

"Nooo!" Jenny sobbed, a shiver passing through her as she felt Mac's weight 
dropping clumsily down on the bed beside her. "And he's not a little punk." 

The sight of the enraged teacher's naked cock was still a chilling and vivid 
image in her mind. She couldn't rid herself of it and it made her tremble 
just to think of it. She'd never thought of Mac as a stud; in fact, even now 
the thought seemed perfectly ludicrous. But he was hung far better than she 
could ever have imagined. His cock must have been twice the size of young 
Craig's. 

"And I know goddamn well these panties are the same ones you were wearing 
last night. I warm your hot little pussy up from the outside, then he comes 
in and takes them off!" 

It was true. She knew every word of it was true, and there wasn't a thing 
she could say in her own defense. 

"Well come on, you goddamn prick-tease! Roll over and get that goddamn 
bathrobe off. I'm gonna show you what it feels like to be fucked by a real 
man." 

"Nooo!" she cried again, a little convulsion shaking-the softness of her 
nearly naked body. But she knew even that was true. She was a prick-tease, 
and she'd taken some kind of sadistic pleasure in the way Mac had groveled 
for the favors of her body. And the enjoyment she'd derived from leading him 
on and then denying him had been exquisite. 

"Come on, goddamn you!" Mac roared again, bouncing nakedly on the 
bedsprings. 

"No, please," Jenny whimpered. 

"All right! I'll teach you to turn your ass to me!" 

In a sudden vicious motion Mac seized the robe by the hem and jerked it up 
to expose the ripeness of Jenny's tightly rounded buttocks, twitching 
suddenly before his eyes and clencbng together in spontaneous reflex to 
protect her little puckered anus nestled invitingly in between. He'd lifted 
his hand, palm open, in his rage intending to spank her naked ass. But 
instead the hand came down slowly as he stared at the smoothly cleft 
ass-cheeks, the soft backs of Jenny's thighs and the silken little curls of 
cunt hair sticking out from around the back of the glistening vaginal slit, 
separated by less than half an inch of pinkish flesh from the tightly 
forbidden little rectal entrance. He felt her body tense on the bed as his 
hand came to rest on the full round moons of her helplessly exposed 
buttocks, his finger tracing a light path over her anus as she clenched them 
again, then plunging smoothly down to the hair-lined vaginal slit. 

In spite of everything Jenny's body jerked with a delicious spasm of desire 
as she felt the unexpectedly gentle contact of Mac's finger inching down 
across the sensitive hps of her pussy. She sobbed again in protest, still 
lying prone on her belly, her elbows shoved up beneath her breasts and hands 
covering her face. She'd rolled over and hidden her face almost the very 
instant Mac had taken off his trousers. She'd never seen him naked before, 
and that glimpse had been too brief for her to really get any sort of true 
picture. Now, perhaps as a result of the surprising gentility of his touch, 
she found herself curious. But she resisted the urge to look around, 
remaining motionless except for a subtle and involuntary motion of her naked 
buttocks as she felt the exquisitely teasing sensation of his fingers 
beginning to softly part the flanged hps of her cunt and spread the smoothly 
flowing moisture up and down the tingling little slit. 

Then her buttocks jerked slightly as he spread the moisture suddenly 
backward, a little lightning-like stab of fire shooting straight up into the 
most sensitive depths of her rectum as his middle finger pressed the 
moisture up against the defensively clenched hole of her anus. 

"Ooooh!" she moaned as the pressure increased, trying to screw her buttocks 
down in retreat. Her eyes opened wide and she stared straight ahead in shock 
and dismay as she felt Mac's finger slip suddenly into the tiny orifice and 
burrow searingly up into the rubbery flesh. 

For a moment the sheer intensity of the sensation froze Jenny to shocked and 
helpless immobility as the finger sank relentlessly deeper into her 
quivering rectal tightness, causing her whole body to tense and tremble from 
the fiery stimulation. 

"Aaaaagggghhh! Uuhhhnggg!" Jenny groaned and grunted as she felt the 
intrustion continue in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and 
contract the little puckered hole in resistance. The finger buried itself up 
to the first knuckle, then continued the shocking penetration until it was 
embedded all the way up into the sensitively forbidden flesh of her rectum. 
At the same time Mac's thumb had slipped easily back into the now moistly 
slick orifice of Jenny's vagina, contrasting an irresistible sensation of 
pleasure with the devastating invasion of her anus, and as her uncontrolled 
moans and groans continued, he began to twirl his finger in a cruel 
stretching motion up inside her rectal cavity and gently squeezed between 
his thumb and middle finger the tender membrane that separated it from her 
vagina. 

"Oh!" she cried out again as he enlarged the stretching circle, then at last 
jerked her face around to look back over her shoulder at him. 

The sight that greeted her was one she could hardly even recognize. Mac's 
eyes were lust-crazed. A thin coating of sweat shone on his face, and he sat 
almost in cross-legged position on the bed, the bulging erection of his cock 
looming up in chilling threat, his fingers continuing their relentless 
violation of both the tender orifices of her loins. He grinned madly back at 
her, wiggling his finger inside her tortured rectum to cause even greater 
shivers and spasms to shake her body. 

Then slowly he started to draw the finger out of her tight anal flesh, 
causing even more strained whimpers to escape her as the rubbery walls 
seemed to cling in resistance. 

"Ooh!" she gasped. "Oh, Mac! Be careful!" 

"I'll teach you to fuck a fourteen year old boy and then wave your ass at 
me!" 

With a sudden pop the finger slipped completely out of the sensitive 
tightness, causing another soft cry from Jenny as she felt Mac's thumb worm 
even deeper into her tenderly moistened vagina and again move backward over 
the thin dividing membrane to push the slick moisture up over the now opened 
hole of her anus. 

"Kneel up," he said, pushing on the backs of her knees with his free hand as 
he continued to work the slick moisture around the puckered rubbery ring. 

Staring at him with awe, she did his bidding. She knew there was no 
resisting him tonight. He wanted her and he was going to have her, and if he 
demanded she submit to the "dog fashioned" position, after what she'd put 
him through she could hardly object to the humiliation involved. She closed 
her eyes, again burying her face in her hands as Mac moved to station 
himself on his knees behind her. Then a sudden shiver went through her whole 
body as she felt the thickly throbbing head of Mac's penis prod 
threateningly up between her proffered buttocks, not at the moistly offered 
slit of her vagina but right down in the crack of her ass-cheeks at the 
entrance to the little finger-moistened anus. 

"Oh no, Mac!" Jenny cried in desperation as his true intentions suddenly 
dawned on her. 

She clenched her buttocks desperately together, but the obscene placement of 
the thick shaft of his penis kept them helplessly parted. She tried to 
slither forward on the bed, but he seized her around the waist and with his 
superior strength pulled her back, bending her legs at the knees, stretching 
the soft skin of her upper thighs and ripely revealed buttocks, parting her 
ass-cheeks even wider to better expose the defenseless little hole of her 
anus. 

Jenny couldn't even believe the perverted act he had in mind. She thought it 
must be the most terrible and sinful thing two human beings could do 
together. Of course with her medical training she was familiar with it, but 
somehow she'd never believed it was more than a depraved fantasy that had 
crept somehow by accident into the sex therapy books. And now it was about 
to happen to her and in spite of all her fear and revulsion, she found a 
warped intrigue in it, and she could not quite help but think it was a 
fitting end for a woman like herself who had so lasciviously corrupted a 
fourteen year old boy for the sake of her own twisted pleasure. 

Then Jenny grunted as her body lurched forward again from the sudden wild 
stimulation as the blood-filled cock-head that parted her ass-cheeks lunged 
right up against the tightly resisting opening of her anus and began to worm 
its way inside. The sudden white-hot pain caused tears to rush swiftly to 
her eyes and spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks as she shivered 
and trembled, flaying her head from side to side in protest as Mac's loins 
lunged fiercely against her upthrust buttocks and the thick shaft of flesh 
surged forward into her warmly clasping rectal tightness until she felt his 
pubic hair tickle in between her ass-cheeks and the taut sac that held his 
lust-inflamed testicles slapped lightly against the pulsing slit of her 
pussy and the tingling little bud of her clitoris. 

She was kneeling in helpless submission across the bed with her buttocks 
shoved vulnerably up into the air, Mac now mounting her like an animal from 
behind to only compound her disgrace and shame, his massive cock looming 
right up between her ass-cheeks to completely skewer her. She was hopelessly 
impaled now. She had taken his surging rod of flesh to the hilt in her most 
forbidden orifice. 

Sobbing from her pain and humiliation, Jenny dropped her face down to rest 
on her hands as she felt Mac begin to move behind her, flexing and throbbing 
the lust-engorged hardness of his penis deeper up inside her resisting 
rectal tightness, causing new stabs of shocking sensation to dart 
relentlessly out through her fearfully trembling body. 

But it wasn't as bad as she'd expected, and at least the worst was over. And 
even the pain was tempered by a more vividly titillating sensation of 
masochistic pleasure. Her loins were on fire from the lewd skewering up 
between her helplessly wide-spread ass-cheeks and she could feel the juices 
flowing from the hotly tingling lips of her cunt to spill teasingly down the 
softness of her thighs. 

As Mac began to move more swiftly, yet still in a gentle screwing almost as 
if in spite of his anger he was concerned for her, Jenny's cries of agony 
evolved gradually into mewls and whimpers of passion. 

"God it's tight, Jenny!" she heard him mumble behind her. "It's so tight I 
can hardly get it in and out." 

"Ooh! Oh, careful!" 

Gradually Mac began to squirm his buttocks in a slow undulating rhythm, 
fucking in smoother and longer strokes in and out of her lewdly stretched 
anus. Jenny's helpless body remained limp but a moment longer, then slowly 
she began to squirm her own buttocks backward, twisting and rotating her 
naked ass-cheeks to even further increase the wanton stimulation of his 
throbbing rod of flesh screwing in and out of her defenselessly yielding 
rectum. 

She felt Mac's hands drop from her flanks, moving beneath her body and up 
between her thighs to brush teasingly through the moistened strands of the 
hairs of her cunt and find titillating contact with the pulsing little bud 
of her clitoris. She shivered from the almost unbearable contrast of 
sensation, his cock now throbbing and flexing viciously into the tightness 
of her anus bringing continued cries of pain from her hps, the finger 
stroking swiftly over the sensitive little clitoral bud causing delicious 
spasms of delight to fire out through her quivering pussy flesh. Her 
responses were hopelessly confused, and the state of delirium she was thrust 
into only rendered her more receptive to the raw stimulation. She was moving 
to another plane of consciousness, a daydream state in which the whole value 
system of sensation was overturned. It no longer seemed to matter what she 
felt - only that she did feel something. And she'd never in her life felt 
anything even remotely like this. 

Behind her, Mac glowered in triumph as he lengthened and intensified his 
strokes, watching Jenny begin to twist and writhe her torso as if in pagan 
dance before him, her buttocks jerking wildly against his hairy loins as he 
rammed up into the almost unbearable tightness of her anus. If she'd denied 
her precious little pussy to him all this time, fucking her this way must be 
ten times better anyway. It was so tight he could hardly even work the 
enlarged shaft of his cock in and out. The tightly clasping walls were like 
an elastic sheath. They squeezed down rubberily as if they would crush his 
penis and milk the welling cum out of the throbbing cock-shaft before it was 
even ready. 

And most important of all, Jenny was enjoying it. She was getting a real 
fucking now and she knew it, and Mac knew that after this she would be his 
and his alone. No fourteen year old boy was going to beat him out of his 
woman, and the determination he felt at that thought prompted Mac only to 
increase the savagely racking lunges of his buttocks. He rammed his cock in 
and out of her with sheerly brutal force, his loins making smacking sounds 
against her proffered buttocks, jolting her whole wantonly thrashing body. 

Then gradually he slacked off as he heard an even more desperate cry burst 
to her Hps. In spite of the fact that it thrilled him sadistically and that 
after all she'd done to him she had it coming, Mac didn't want to hurt her 
too badly. He didn't want to spoil things between them completely. 

"Sorry, love," he whispered in a gasp. "I know I'm hurting you, but..." 

Mac's voice trailed off at the sight of her lust-contorted face as she 
looked back over her shoulder at him. "No!" she wailed deliriously. "No, you 
stupid oaf! I love it! Can't you see that I love it?" 

Mac could hardly believe the jumble of incoherent obscenities that spewed 
from her lips after that as she began hunching and thrusting her buttocks 
back in earnest around the impaling shaft of his cock, wiggling and rotating 
them, thrashing and writhing her body in lewd abandon to the pain-pleasure 
stimulus of the obscene skewering of her rectum. 

He grunted in even more lustful excitement to her unexpected response, 
suddenly unleashing the full fury of his own arousal in an even mightier 
lunge up into the tightness of her contracting anus, at the same time 
dropping his finger from her quivering cuntal flesh to seize the flaring 
bones of her pelvis and pull her back even harder against him. 

Then suddenly he caught his breath, a shiver passing through his own body. 

"Goddamn it," he gasped, ceasing his movements for an instant to stop the 
titillating friction of her rubbery inner walls crushing glove-like down 
around his cock. 

"Noooo!" Jenny wailed in protest, realizing what was happening, unable to 
control the spontaneous jerking motions of her own ripened ass-cheeks back 
against him. 

Mac tried with all his might to hold it, but the tightness around his cock 
just felt too good. That, combined with the sadistic stimulation of taking 
her in the most ruthless and most humiliating fashion was more than he could 
resist, and suddenly lie new there was no need for further attempts at 
control. Nothing was going to stop him from cumming now. Not even jerking it 
out of her would have helped at this point. 

"Cum with me, Jenny," he grunted as he resumed his shattering strokes. "Cum 
with me!" 

"I can't cum like this!" she cried, looking back at him in desperation. 
"Don't you know anything? Put your hand on my pussy!" 

Again Mac reached around her and dropped his hand desperately between her 
thighs, running his fingers back up into the moist dark curls of pubic hair 
and along the sensuously parted vaginal hps. With a loud gasp he resumed the 
racking thrusts of his pulsating cock up inside her lewdly violated 
tightness, his loins crashing into the high-waving ass-cheeks to jolt her 
whole naked body as he felt the hot semen well up in his testicles and begin 
to spurt in flooding torrents up into the churning depths of her rectum. 

"My clitoris, Mac!" Jenny sobbed, twisting and jerking her naked buttocks 
wildly before him. "Please make me cum too." 

Mac continued to rack her body with his driving thrusts, his fingers working 
feverishly at the softly pulsing hps of her cunt and the almost rigid little 
clitoral nipple. Then as the last drops of sperm squirted from the 
palpitating head of his cock and he felt it begin almost immediately to 
deflate, his motions slackened and his body began to droop on hers. 

Then his hand dropped away from her lust-tortured cunt and he sagged 
backward in exhaustion, gasping for breath. 

"Oh God, Mac!" Jenny pleaded. Then her voice faded as she looked back over 
her shoulder. He was still on his knees on the bed, his naked, hairy body 
tilting drunkenly, his eyelids almost closed. 

Gradually he sank down to a doubled heap. In another half minute he was 
snoring loudly. 

 Chapter Seven 

There are times when things can be felt without a doubt. It was thus when 
Jenny got to school the next morning. The day before she'd had an inkling, 
dismissed as one might dismiss a foul weather report before a weekend; now 
it dawned upon her with devastating impact. Craig had talked! And of course 
there was not the slightest reason to have ever assumed that he wouldn't. To 
have fucked the school nurse would have been too much a secret for a boy his 
age to keep, and not long after she arrived at the school she realized how 
obvious this should have been to her, and counted herself a fool for having 
ever entertained the idea that she might be able to carry on her affair with 
the youngster without his contemporaries knowing every titillating detail. 

This, however, was all before there'd been any direct evidence in the 
actions of the students. It was all by implication, the whispers that ceased 
suddenly when Jenny walked into a room, an occassional whistle or catcall 
behind her back, the looks she got from the students ol "both sexes. It was 
only at the end of the third period that Jenny got her first direct 
reference to what had happened between her and Craig. She passed a group of 
three boys in the hallway and one of them called behind her: "Hey, Miss 
Lane. Have you got a pair of panties for me too?" 

Jenny was crushed by that. She hadn't even looked back. As tears of shame 
filled her eyes she fled, almost at a run, the rest of the way down the hall 
and out the back door to the little clinic behind the school. 

She couldn't bring herself to go to lunch. She knew there was a likelihood 
that some of the faculty members, even aside from Mac, might also have heard 
about what had happened, and she just couldn't face them right now. Jenny 
thought she would have packed up and gone, left her terrible shame behind 
and avoided confronting anyone, were it not for one reason. Even in spite of 
the fact that Craig had betrayed her, she wanted him again. She couldn't 
help it. Those two nights spent with the young boy had almost been worth all 
the hardship they had cost her, and by now the damage was already done in 
any event. She might as well have what she wanted; it was already paid for. 

Jenny felt a little tremor pass through her body just at the thought of it. 
Last night's terrible episode with Mac had only served to increase and 
intensify her lust. She had never been so used and humiliated in her life, 
but somehow in the end she hadn't been able to quell her own obscene and 
lascivious response to the degrading assault. And then the clod had left her 
hanging. He'd passed out on the bed even as Jenny had continued to tremble 
and whimper with unfulfilled want, the lingering soreness in her anus almost 
completely obliterated by the frustration of her need. She'd moved into the 
living room to try to sleep on the couch, but she'd tossed and turned for 
what she thought must have been several hours. At last she'd taken two pills 
to knock herself out. In the morning when she woke, he was gone. 

Sitting now in the clinic, Jenny ate nothing but a chocolate bar she'd had 
in her purse, then tried to occupy herself by reading a novel condensation 
in a women's magazine. But it was impossible to concentrate. Her nerves were 
jangled. Her unsatisfied desire was a constant nagging that was almost 
driving her out of her mind. She was desperately afraid that any moment 
someone might come to the clinic, either one of the students or one of the 
faculty members, and now she could face neither. And all these factors were 
complicated by the fact that Craig was due to come and visit her during his 
free period at two o'clock. 

Now every minute seemed like an eternity as she waited. She was almost 
afraid to see the young boy now and she dreaded the arrival of that 
appointed hour. But at the same time she longed desperately for his 
appearance, and she dreamed that somehow the teenager might be able to give 
her a satisfactory explanation of why he'd betrayed her. Even if it were a 
he she would be almost grateful for it now. For' the youngster's betrayal 
disturbed her more than all her disgrace. If she could get things right 
between herself and him, or even if she were able to pretend they were right 
and bring herself to make love to him again, Jenny thought she could endure 
the rest of her troubles. 

Trying to tear herself out of her reverie, Jenny returned to the book 
condensation, forcing herself to read even though it didn't interest her. 
The last half hour of waiting was the longest of all, for it was then that 
she began clock watching. She must have checked the time every three or four 
minutes. Yet when the two o'clock bell sounded she was so startled she 
almost jumped out of her seat, and all her anticipation turned to dread. 

It was hardly a minute later when the door opened and Craig walked in. 

"Hello, Miss Lane," he said, smiling brightly as he shut the door behind 
himself. 

Jenny looked up almost fearfully at the young boy. And as he stood there 
just inside the door, still smiling brightly back at her, his eyes straying 
almost innocently down to the inviting swells of her voluptuous breasts 
straining against the thin material of her nurse's uniform, it seemed that 
all her emotions moved at once to the fore of her mind, clashing and 
juxtaposing in confusing montage. 

She didn't know what to say, or what to do. She didn't even know how she 
felt, during that long period of silence as she stared at the teenager, her 
eyes wild-looking and glossed over, her mouth dry, her heart pounding 
furiously in her breast. 

She'd vowed and repeated the vow all day long that no matter how much she 
wanted Craig, she would cut him off cold if he didn't have an explanation 
for the wrong he'd done her by talking all over school about how he'd been 
to bed with her. But now she almost wanted to forget that, to pretend 
everything was still perfect between them, her secret kept. She wanted to 
tell him to come to her house to make love with her again tonight and leave 
it at that, bearing stoically the burden of her shame. But as badly as she 
longed for the youngster, she knew she had to stick to her resolve. She knew 
that even if her body responded, her mind would hold back. Jenny suspected 
she might not even be able to get an orgasm by making love with Craig until 
she was satisfied that the wrong he had surely done her had not been done in 
spite, or even in disregard for her feelings and well-being. And now somehow 
she had to seize control of her lust and hunger, she had to think 
rationally. 

"What's the matter, Miss Lane?" Craig asked finally to break the silence. 

"I think you know," Jenny said in a trembling voice. 

The youngster frowned. "I don't understand." 

"Oh Craig!" Jenny gasped, looking at the boy pleadingly. "Don't you know I'm 
ruined here? Don't you know my reputation is completely ruined and for all I 
know I'll lose my job and be ... be run out of town or something?" 

Craig shrugged, walking slowly toward the desk behind which she sat, his 
eyes still drifting eagerly down to the high-set swells of her breasts that 
heaved and strained with her heavy breathing. 

"Why did you tell the whole school about what was happening between you and 
me?" 

The young boy stopped suddenly, his face blanching. Then a puzzled look came 
into his eyes. "I... don't understand what you're talking about, Miss Lane?" 

"Don't you he to me, Craig Phillips!" Jenny hissed, standing up, all her 
pent up anger seeming to flare at once up into her breast. 

"Miss Lane, please. I don't know what you're talking about," Craig 
protested. 

"The whole school knows about us," Jenny said, raising her voice. "And if 
you didn't tell them I'd like to know who did." 

Craig swallowed, looking down at the floor. Then he raised his eyes slowly. 
"I can't tell you. I mean ... it was an accident. It was just an accident 
and it wasn't really me." 

"Don't lie to me, I said." Jenny paused, glaring in silence for an instant. 
Then she gave out with a short burst of incongruous laughter, almost 
hysterical sounding. "I bet you've really felt like a big man around here 
these last two days, telling everyone about how you fucked the school nurse. 
Probably telling them how I sucked your little cock. Maybe even telling them 
what I did the night you window-peeped and saw me ... masturbating." 

Craig knew he was going to have to think fast. If Miss Lane cut him off now, 
while he had Tommy and Harry outside waiting and no telling how many other 
boys counting on him to line them up with the school nurse as soon as he 
could fit them in, he was going to really look like a fool. They'd probably 
even think he was lying about having fucked her himself and having her suck 
his cock and all the rest. 

"I bet you really have felt like a big shot," she repeated sarcastically. 

"I talk in my sleep," Craig said. 

"What?" 

"I talk in my sleep." 

Jenny looked at the boy curiously for a moment. "What do you mean?" 

"One of my friends - but I can't tell you who, because it's not his fault 
and I don't want to get him in trouble with you - spent the night with me, 
the same night I came to your apartment. I said something in my sleep. I 
said: 'Miss Lane, can I fuck you again', and he heard me." 

"You don't expect me to believe that, Craig. So please don't insult my 
intelligence. He'd just think it was a nocturnal emission ... a wet dream." 

"That's what he thought, all right," Craig said, hanging his head. "He just 
thought it was funny and asked me about it the next morning, and I freaked 
out and gave it away. I mean I turned white and got nervous and he started 
pressing me with these questions and I tried to he but every he I told just 
made ... what really happened all more clear." He shrugged. "I guess he told 
some kids, but I didn't think any of them believed it. I thought everything 
was all right." 

Jenny looked at the young boy in silence for a moment, studying his 
half-averted eyes intently as he fidgeted sheepishly before her. It was far 
fetched, but it could be true. It wasn't completely impossible that it had 
happened that way. Jenny took a deep breath, her eyes glistening as she 
looked down pleadingly at the boy. She flicked her tongue softly out of her 
mouth to moisten her sensuously parted hps, her body trembling. 

She was about to decide she did believe him when it hit her. The panties! 

"Oh, you little devil!" she said, her face turning hard, her eyes becoming 
fiery again. "You must think you're very smart. But just how does that 
explain the panties?" 

"I'm sorry, Miss Lane. I just wasn't thinking when I did that I know it was 
stealing, but I sort of figured you wouldn't really mind, and... see, I once 
read a book, a dirty book, about this guy that every time he went to bed 
with a woman he took her panties, and now he was an old man and he had 
hundreds of them. And that... was my first pair." 

"And how did Mac get them?" she continued in the same tone of sarcasm, 
looking at him with building anger. 

"Mac?" Craig's face paled and his eyes dropped. So that was what happened to 
them. Mr. MacDonald must have heard something and got the master key to the 
lockers. And all this time he'd been thinking one of the other boys had 
stolen them and trying to figure out how he'd done it. 

"That's right, Smarty Pants. Mac come over to my apartment with them. He 
must have found them in your bedroom, I guess?" 

"My ... friend took them. That's another way he knew I was lying." 

"Craig Phillips! Mac as much as told me he got them from you, and if you 
hadn't brought them to school... well, he couldn't have. And there's only 
one reason you'd want to bring my panties here to this school, and that's 
because you wanted to prove what you'd been ... bragging about!" 

Craig's eyes dropped and again he hung his head shamefully. Jenny glared at 
him silently. There was a moment when she would have liked to hit him, to 
box him as hard as she could on the side of the head, to lash out and find 
some release for all her pent up rage and frustration. And she thought she 
might have been on the verge of doing just that when it suddenly hit her: 
she couldn't remember now if Mac had used his actual name or not. 
Frantically her mind raced back over the horrible nightmare of Mac's visit 
and subsequent assault on her defenseless body and genitals and the final 
degradation of forced sodomy to which he'd subjected her to. It was still a 
hazy memory in her mind, surreal and distorted. But now it seemed that Mac 
hadn't actually said Craig's name. He'd referred to him once as a punk and 
she had defended him, also without calling him by name. And when she'd first 
been confronted with the panties and asked him where he'd gotten them, he'd 
said only: "You know where I got them." He hadn't used Craig's name then 
either. He hadn't used it at all! 

"Oh Craig," Jenny said with a soft sob, all the emotion and relief welling 
up in her breasts, a constricting tightness coming into her throat as she 
tried to choke back the tears. 

He was telling the truth. Or at least, it seemed reasonable enough that she 
should at least trust him until he was proven guilty. She hadn't been 
maliciously betrayed, and even if the rest of her problems loomed just as 
dark as before, at least it hadn't been Craig's intention to get her into 
trouble. 

Jenny moved toward the youngster, who stared back at her with astonishment. 
"Mac didn't say your name!" she exclaimed in a voice that was almost choked. 
"He never mentioned your name, and I just took for granted it was you he was 
talking about." 

Then she reached out, running her fingers hungrily through his hair before 
her hand dropped to his shoulders and she pulled him to her body, snuggling 
the softly rounded mounds of her breasts against his face, showering kisses 
down on the top of his head and over his ear. 

For a moment Craig didn't know what to do. He'd been so sure all was lost, 
and he was about to give up on his scheme of trying to seduce the school 
nurse and get his friends laid. Then, as he nuzzled his nose between the 
wide-set swells of her breasts, protected by the tightly constricting 
brassiere she wore beneath her thin nurse's uniform, he began to realize 
that she had at the last minute decided to believe him. 

As Jenny continued to hug the young boy to the inviting softness of her 
body, Craig lifted his hands slowly to the sides of her full breasts, 
crushing and kneading them gently as she purred and whispered into his ear, 
her body shaking with the gentle convulsions of her joyful sobs. The 
youngster continued to gently stroke the voluptuous mounds of her breasts, 
moving up to his tiptoes to kiss along the soft smooth flesh of her neck, 
his hands dropping down her back to seize the tightly rounded half-moons of 
her buttocks as he squirmed his pelvis eagerly to her smooth thighs. 

Then suddenly her body stiffened and she tried to push him away. "Oh no, 
Craig. No, please! Don't do that!" 

He clung to her even as she retreated back toward the desk, his hands 
pulling at the material of her uniform skirt to draw it up along her thighs, 
his teeth nibbling gently at the soft skin on the curve of her shoulder. 

"We can't do that here, Craig," Jenny moaned in protest. "And when you touch 
me like that you make me so hot I can hardly stand it." 

In spite of Jenny's protest Craig continued to work at her uniform skirt 
until he'd lifted it completely up off the lush mounds of her buttocks. With 
a desperate whimper, Jenny retreated another step as the youngster pulled 
her panties down far enough to half expose her softly curling pubic hair. 
Then the backs of her naked thighs caught on the edge of her desk, causing 
her to lose her balance and sprawl flat on her back across it, her legs 
dangling off from the knees, her panties pulled down near the tops of her 
thighs, the uniform skirt bunched lewdly high about her waist. 

Craig knew he was going to have to use every trick he could think of to get 
Miss Lane to put out right here on the campus, and the idea that popped into 
his head was just too good to resist. He'd heard the older boys talking 
about eating pussy, but until a few days ago he wouldn't have dreamed he'd 
ever think seriously of doing it himself. But now the prospect caused an 
even more intense excitement to surge in his loins, and from everything he'd 
been told, women liked having their cunts licked and sucked better than 
anything a guy could do to them. Some of the boys said if you could ever get 
a girl to let you kiss her between the thighs there wasn't a way in the 
world they'd be able to stop you from fucking them. 

Jenny lay almost motionless across the desk, stunned, fighting an inner war 
with her consuming lust. It was complete nonsense for her to even be here 
with Craig after the whole school was already talking about them. But just 
the brief contact had excited her almost beyond belief. Tonight now seemed 
like an eternity away, and her whole body was crying out for the 
satisfaction that had been denied her with Mac. 

"No, Craig," she whispered softly, her hands moving slowly and only 
half-heartedly down toward her lewdly exposed loins. Then her eyes widened 
with shock as the boy leaned forward, stooping so that his face was poised 
right over the softness of her thighs and her half-revealed cunt nestled so 
invitingly between them. Then she gasped as she realized what he intended. 

For some reason, Jenny almost completely froze in terror at the prospect. It 
excited her beyond belief, and the very thought of this little boy whom she 
so adored kissing and licking between her thighs, paying her the ultimate 
homage a man could pay a woman, seemed like more than she could ever deserve 
in her life. But she knew it was also the ultimate perversion for her to 
desire such a thing from a fourteen year old boy who only days ago had been 
an innocent child. It seemed the final corruption and Jenny could not help 
but imagine what 

Craig's parents might think of her if she let him do what he intended. They 
would be perfectly in their rights if they had her prosecuted for 
contributing to the delinquency of a minor and statutory rape and everything 
else in the book. 

Then a soft cry of protest escaped her hps as Craig's face dropped suddenly 
lower and his tongue flicked out to brush tantalizingly into the soft 
curling strands of cunt hair sticking up just above the narrow waistband of 
her panties. A shiver shook her whole body, an electrifying current of 
perverse delight that rendered her still unable to move or resist. 

"No, Craig. Please don't do that," she whimpered. "Come to my house 
tonight." 

"I can't wait," the teenager groaned. "I've been thinking about this all 
day." 

Then, working the panties lower to finally expose her smoothly rounded 
buttocks and the forbidden area of thin, silken pubic hair and even the 
softly pulsing little slit of her pussy, Craig plunged his face lower 
between her trembling thighs. 

The sudden moist contact of his tongue on her sparsely-haired flesh sent an 
unwanted chill of delight racing up the whole length of her spine. Then her 
body shivered as she felt his tongue tracing downward and his fingers moving 
up to pull her thighs wide apart, stretching and tearing the panties that 
still clutched at her knees. A shudder rippled through her naked flesh as 
his fingers stroked into the hair that fringed her beckoning pussy-slit, 
softly parting the tingling hps. Then she cried out wantonly at the sudden 
electrifying contact of his tongue upon the little pink bud of her clitoris. 

Jill lifted her head off the desk, staring with disbelief down at the 
youngster's face hovering over the defenseless softness of her loins between 
her nakedly wide-splayed thighs. The moistened pink flesh of her vagina was 
presented up to his eyes in helpless sacrifice. She lay trembling before him 
on the desk, watching his tongue slowly circling his hps in nervous 
preparation for the ravishment he planned. 

Then suddenly with a slow outward movement of his thumbs, Craig drew apart 
the fleshy pink lips of her cunt to even better expose the soft inner folds 
that glistened with the freely flowing moisture of her excitement. Groaning 
hungrily, he dropped his head down to swipe the full length of his tongue up 
into the wildly throbbing cuntal slit. 

Another soft sob rose to her hps and her body jerked in a sudden convulsion, 
her buttocks grinding down against the top of the desk from the maddening 
attack. Then with a soft sucking of his lips Jimmy drew the throbbing bud of 
her clitoris wetly into his hot mouth, nibbling at it with the tips of his 
teeth until she cried out as another lewd spasm shook her whole body. 

"Oooooh! Oooooooooh!" Jenny moaned, hardly able to believe the shattering 
sensations that surged out so suddenly through her loins from the 
youngster's submissive licking of her cunt. It was too obscene for words and 
she whimpered in lewd abandon beneath the depraved assault, her head still 
lifted off the desk to gaze down in horrified fascination as the teenage 
boy's face pushed down even harder against her warmly quivering loins. It 
was insane! It was so insane! The door wasn't even locked and anybody might 
come walking in at any minute. But even knowing that, Jenny was unable to 
make herself tell Craig to stop, even just for long enough to lock the door. 

An even more stimulating chill shot through her almost prone body, Jenny 
lowered her head back on the desk, lunging her buttocks upward in 
spontaneous submission to the delicious current of excitement that coursed 
out suddenly from his wanton licking and sucking as Craig began to feast in 
earnest on the defenselessly wide held flesh of her cunt. Tiny wisps of 
forbidden pleasure began to swell deep down in her belly as the boy's lewdly 
flicking tongue burrowed to its full length right up into the trembling 
vaginal opening. She cried out deliriously, her buttocks bouncing and 
twitching. Then again she lifted her head to gaze down at the teenage boy's 
bobbing face between her widely parted thighs. 

"Ooooh, oooooooh!" she purred in lascivious longing as she began a more 
rhythmic hunching motion of her loins up against Craig's lewdly buried face. 
Spasms of delight were shooting out over every tingling inch of her flesh as 
she completely shed her inhibitions and began to respond, the lustful 
currents growing deep inside her, sweeping her to a level of craving she 
could never have thought existed. 

Then with an even louder cry Jenny's hands dropped down to run eagerly 
through Craig's hair, pulling his face even tighter to her loins, closing 
her thighs hungrily about his ears. She sobbed out her spiraling need in an 
incessant stream of delirium as she felt his tongue swishing softly up into 
the inner reaches of her tingling vaginal flesh, her hips jerking and 
lunging in lascivious abandon as little tremors of ecstasy coursed out from 
her quivering cuntal lips. Then suddenly in an even more desperate motion 
she dropped her hands from his hair down to his shoulders and started to 
push him back out from between her thighs. 

As wonderful as it felt to have the young boy kissing and licking her cunt, 
she knew it wasn't enough to give her the satisfaction her lust-tortured 
body ultimately demanded. She had to have his cock inside her. She had to be 
fucked. And she didn't think she could stand to wait through another minute 
of this maddening stimulation that was pushing her craving to the point of 
insanity. 

"All right, Craig," she whimpered in a quaking voice. "That's enough. I 
can't stand anymore of that. I want you to fuck me. Right now." 

Gasping for breath, Craig raised his head up. He licked his lips, looking at 
the school nurse with an excitement that must have matched her own. He knew 
he had her where he wanted her now. When his two friends got here she'd be 
glad to see them. 

Jenny gazed almost with astonishment down at her half-exposed body. She 
thought she'd never seen such an obscene sight in her life. Her skirt was 
still bunched up about her waist. Her panties hung in shreds at one knee. 
Her smoothly tanned thighs were still splayed out widely and the exposed hps 
of her cunt glistened with flowing moisture that mingled with the saliva of 
the fourteen year old boy who'd so submissively sucked and licked at her 
pussy until she was completely out of her mind with lust. Nestled in the 
thin black hair she could just glimpse the swollen pink bud of her clitoris. 

"I've got to lock the door," Jenny whispered deliriously. 

"I'll get it," Craig said quickly. He walked hurriedly over to it, then 
paused. "I guess I better make sure there's nobody outside." 

"Yes." 

The young boy opened the door and looked out triumphantly at his two young 
friends, who waited beneath the shade tree on the opposite side of the walk 
that ran behind the clinic. He winked and held up five fingers. As they 
nodded eagerly, Craig stepped back inside and closed the door. He didn't 
lock it. 

 Chapter Eight 

Her body quivering from the lustful excitement that surged out of control 
through her tongue-ravished loins, Jenny watched the young boy strip off his 
clothes as she removed her own uniform in a frenzy. They'd moved to a little 
room in the back of the clinic which contained a bed for students to rest on 
in the event they were sick or had suffered an accident that didn't warrant 
an actual trip to the hospital. Jenny still knew what she was doing was 
sheer insanity, but at least the door was locked and if someone intruded 
there would be time for her to get dressed and Craig to hide. And after the 
way she had almost denied him, jumping to the conclusion that he had wronged 
her when there had not been real proof of that, she felt she had to make it 
up to him the only way she knew how. Even more compelling was the fact that 
at this point she couldn't have resisted anyway. She'd never been so hot in 
her life. Her desire was like a hot fiery ball in her belly and every inch 
of her sensuously aroused flesh cried out for release. 

A soft sob swelled in Jenny's throat as she shed her brassiere to completely 
expose the upthrust nakedness of her breasts, then with a wriggling motion 
of her hips peeled the nearly transparent panties down the lithe softness of 
her amber thighs. Naked, she lay down on the bed, her breath coming in 
strained gasps as she watched Craig remove his own trousers. She licked her 
Hps hungrily in response to the sight of his young cock throbbing up inside 
his jockey shorts, then moaned as he peeled them off, bending it down, then 
freeing it suddenly so the erect shaft jerked upwards in a lewd springing 
motion to almost slap against his belly above the sparse curls of newly 
grown hair at his loins. Then as he approached the bed and climbed up on it, 
the school nurse lunged her whole naked body upwards, her arms wrapping 
around the teen-ager's torso to pull him down eagerly upon her. She covered 
his lips with hers, her tongue swiping hungrily into his mouth to taste the 
sweet juices of her own cunt that lingered on his tongue. She moved her hand 
down between their tightly straining bodies to seek out the lust-inflamed 
hardness of his cock and fit it up between her trembling thighs, the 
throbbing head burrowing through the soft-curling fringe of hair and right 
up into the lasciviously moistening lips of her pussy. 

Jenny was almost ready to cum at the instant of entry. The wanton licking 
and sucking of her cunt had driven her beyond the bounds of sanity. Her 
sensitivity had already been heightened by her emotional state, and her 
sense of reconciliation with the youngster to whom she'd become so attached 
had further increased her vulnerability to the lewd physical stimulation, 
driving her to a degree of lustful frenzy that was almost beyond her own 
comprehension. She whimpered softly, feeling the boy shiver as he lunged 
down suddenly and the rigid little shaft of his flesh wormed teasingly right 
up into her quivering vaginal warmth. A low wail rose in her throat and her 
hips trembled on the softness of the mattress as Craig's body sank down 
harder against her and she felt the tightly resisting flesh of her pussy 
yield and part before the hungry onslaught of his penis. 

Jenny groaned, splaying her thighs out wider to allow the youngster greater 
access to her aching cuntal depths as the shudders began to dart through her 
body from the feel of his hands working eagerly over the voluptuous curves 
of her flesh and he began to lunge his cock in swift, tantalizing motions in 
and out of her quivering cuntal softness. She cried out in feverish delight 
to the hotly palpitating hardness flexing and jerking farther up into the 
moistly enveloping warmth of her cunt, and she bucked madly at him, the 
surging lust completely out of control, her lascivious cries of passion 
echoing in resounding animal grunts. Her head flayed wildly from side to 
side on the mattress, her eyes were slits as she strained for the climax she 
already felt building undeniably in her lust-tortured loins. Then suddenly 
her body stiffened and her eyes opened wide in horror. 

The door had opened and two more young boys, Tommy Turner and Harry Parker, 
had stepped into the room. 

"Oh Craig!" she cried in a sudden anguished wail. 

The youngster lifted his head to gaze with a lewd grin down at her, never 
breaking the rhythm of his wanton cock-thrusts up into the defenselessly 
splayed flesh of her loins so that in spite of all her hurt and anger and 
disappointment, her buttocks continued to respond in little spasmodic jerks 
and hunches. "Oh Craig!" 

He had told! She knew it now. And this had ah been arranged. When he'd 
stepped outside the door, supposedly to make sure there was no one in sight, 
he'd no doubt been signaling his two young friends. And if there had been 
any question in Jenny's mind as to what they were doing here, it was erased 
almost instantly as both the youngsters began to hurriedly strip out of 
their clothing. 

The young teen-ager had done far worse than what she'd imagined. He'd not 
only bragged around the school about his conquest, but he'd promised his 
friends he'd set them up with a share of the action too! It was almost as if 
he were the pimp - a fourteen year old pimp who less than a week ago had 
never even been to bed with a woman - and she was the whore. 

"Boy, he wasn't lying!" Tommy exclaimed. "Look at her. She's ready for us, 
all right." 

"She sure is!" Harry echoed. "She's begging for it with her eyes." 

Their words reverberated in crazy harmony in Jenny's lust-maddened 
consciousness, and somehow she thought everything they'd said must be true. 
For now she'd lost all control of herself. Even as she lay here nakedly 
spread-eagled on the bed, stunned by the terrible realization that Craig had 
done her all the wrong she'd first imagined and more, her body cried out for 
the wanton satisfaction of climax that seemed to hover now just within her 
reach, and she knew she could refuse nothing the youngsters wanted to do to 
her. She had to have it. She had to cum like she'd never cum before. She had 
to cum again and again, first with one of them and then with the next, and 
the thought of her body being used by one of the youngsters after another in 
depraved succession as if she were nothing but a whore, a helpless 
receptacle for their obscene lust, only heightened the devastating hunger 
and perverse passion surging through her. 

"Hurry up, Craig!" Tommy Turner shouted impatiently as he began to unbuckle 
his trousers. 

"Yeah, come on," said Harry. "We can't wait all day." 

"Yes, Craig," Jenny whispered in a distant-sounding voice she could hardly 
recognize as her own. "Come on." 

Craig felt his cock growing and expanding deep up inside Miss Lane's pussy 
as he heard her final expression of surrender and realized he'd truly 
triumphed. He knew he'd accomplished a real feat, not only seducing the 
school nurse but really turning her on and turning on his friends in the 
bargain, and that knowledge excited him almost even more than the physical 
sensation he felt as the soft inner muscles of her cunt suddenly began to 
flex and quiver about the lustfully throbbing shaft of his penis until he 
felt he was going to lose all control and let it burst forward in immediate 
ejaculation as he began to fuck harder in and out of her moistly sucking 
cuntal tightness. 

But he still wanted her to cum with him and he held back, beginning to ram 
his cock into her with even longer and harder strokes in time with the 
suddenly intensified jerking of her naked loins up against him. Her thighs 
entwined tightly about his waist, clenching to draw him down even deeper 
into her yielding pussy softness as she made lewdly pleading gurgling sounds 
in her throat. 

"Oooh fuck, fuck! Fuck me harder," she chanted in his ear, jack knifing her 
legs up higher so Craig could gaze down between their bodies and watch the 
glistening shaft of his cock lunging obscenely in and out of the hair-lined 
hps of her cunt, which flowered open even wider with each jolting thrust. 

Jenny's face was contorted with passion, even wilder shudders coursing 
through her body, and Craig was fucking into her with all the strength of 
his hips and thighs as he felt the softly moistened flesh of her pussy 
clasping like a heartbeat around his own hotly throbbing cock. He fucked her 
from the tips of his toes with every ounce of effort he could muster, 
ramming the whole length of his rigidly pulsing hardness deep up into her 
softly quivering pussy-flesh, bringing even more ecstatic moans and screams 
to her lips. Her nostrils flared and her eyes opened wide, gazing glassily 
up at him as the orgasmic waves began deep in her belly and her hps bared 
back again over her teeth to issue even more insanely desperate sounds of 
pleading. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her fingernails digging 
into the soft muscles and then slithering down to claw frenziedly at his 
buttocks as they clenched and jerked above her unprotected loins. 

Then she suddenly turned her head, her body becoming almost still as she 
gazed at Tommy Turner, who'd moved up to stand just beside the bed and watch 
them with a crazed look in his own eyes. He was completely naked and as 
Jenny let her hungry gaze descend to the bulging hardness of his cock, 
looming up fully erect and almost a full inch longer than Craig's, her hips 
began to twitch and quiver, her vagina crushing down glove-like in 
involuntary spasms about the throbbing shaft that invaded her convulsing 
vagina. 

Jenny moistened her hps, her fingers trembling as she reached her hand out 
slowly to the young boy beside the bed, her gaze now shifting on to Harry 
Parker who stood, also naked, just behind him. Then she whimpered softly as 
her fingers came into contact with the pulsating rigidity of Tommy's cock, 
caressing it softly and beginning to move the skin slowly up and down on the 
long twitching shaft as she felt the even greater tension surge through her 
own tender flesh. A low, distant-sounding wail that was different from all 
the previous cries that had issued from her throat, swelled out to shatter 
the fleeting instant of silence. 

She looked back wild-eyed at Craig. "I'm going to cum," she whispered 
suddenly, locking her ankles in a strong grip high up behind his back. Her 
body arched and quivered as she clung tightly to him with her softly 
trembling thighs, her fingers skinning more rapidly up and down the shaft of 
Tommy's youthful cock as she started to flay her head from side to side 
again. 

Her body jerked in frenzied spasms, the juices of her cunt flowing out even 
more freely around his hotly plunging cock and dribbling down the wide-split 
crevice of her buttocks to soak his tortured balls as they slapped against 
her tiny puckered anus. Craig watched the lewd contortions of her face with 
salacious triumph as he sensed the orgasm that was engulfing her, and he 
gasped down into the moistness of her mouth as he felt the bursting begin in 
his own loins and heard her even more insane cries as she began to shower 
kisses of gratitude over his face. 

Then with a deep, soul-shattering groan that went on and on from his lips, 
the young boy exploded inside her, shooting his fresh young sperm deep up 
into the flaccidly quivering depths of her pussy-flesh. He kept on lunging 
harder and harder, jolting her body and prompting a rhythmic stream of moans 
and cries from her lips as he fucked into the enveloping softness between 
her thighs until the last drop of cum had squirted from his balls. Then he 
gasped, sagging down tiredly on her still quivering body. 

Jenny closed her eyes, her hand ceasing its lewd movements around the 
eagerly palpitating shaft of Tommy's cock as she felt Craig's penis start to 
go limp in her pussy. Little quivers still coursed through her loins and her 
buttocks continued to make occasional jerking motions from her post orgasmic 
excitement. Then, as she felt Craig withdraw and slide off the bed, she 
opened her eyes again and looked deliriously at Tommy Turner, then Harry 
Parker, who'd moved up beside him now. 

"Lemme go first," Harry said. "I never even been laid." 

"You'll get your turn. It's my cock she's got hold of," Tommy answered, 
looking angrily at his young competitor. 

They continued to argue for a moment. Jenny's hand dropped from Tommy's 
throbbing hardness and her eyes closed. For a moment she didn't even hear 
what they said. She knew she must be losing her mind. It must have begun 
that night she and Mac had chaperoned the junior high school dance, and it 
had been building ever since then, and this was the final crack-up. 

Then again she heard Craig's voice intruding in the argument, and opened her 
eyes once more to stare at the three naked teen-agers in a mingling of 
horror and even more perverse excitement. "Why don't you both take her at 
once," Craig said. 

"Hunh?" Harry asked, a confused look in his eyes. 

"You in her pussy, Harry. And Tommy in her mouth." 

"Suits me," Tommy said with a shrug. 

"No, please," Jenny whimpered. But she said it in a half-hearted tone and 
she didn't mean it sincerely anyway. 

Then she formed an even feebler whimper of protest as Harry climbed eagerly 
up onto the bed and with no pretense at foreplay dropped his virgin body 
eagerly between her still widespread thighs. 

He shuffled forward awkwardly as he lowered himself onto her unguarded 
nakedness, and Jenny shivered with renewed longing as she felt the pulsing 
head of his lust-engorged penis slither up the still warmly trembling 
softness of her inner thighs. She stared down between the nakedly quivering 
mounds of her breasts with lust-crazed delirium that swelled anew in spite 
of the shattering climax she'd just achieved, then moaned softly as the 
teen-age boy's twitching cock burrowed up to probe hotly right into the 
moistened pussy-flesh that still trembled from the orgasm that had echoed 
through every fiber of her body and soul. 

Then with a sudden cry of glee, Jenny her hips upward, shimmied, dropping 
her hands down to claw hungrily at the young boy's flexing buttocks as he 
plunged forward and her cum-drenched pussy walls gave way to take the 
lustfully twitching resilience far up into the most sensitive tightness of 
her cunt. 

"Oh boy, that feels good!" Harry exclaimed almost in disbelief. "Wow, that's 
better than I ever thought it would be!" 

Jenny gave out with a helpless moan as the thickly surging rod of flesh 
wormed far up between her thighs. She quivered as she felt the youngster's 
pubic mound nudge softly down against her swollen clitoris, little mewling 
sounds pouring from her lips as she began to writhe her body softly, 
twitches of renewed passion shooting over the tingling nakedness of her 
flesh as Harry's hands slid beneath her ass-cheeks to stroke tenderly up 
against the clinging lips of her cunt around the plunging base of his cock. 
She seemed to hang on a crescendo of insanity for a timeless span as she 
felt the last shadows of her first orgasm pass and the initial distant 
tremors of the next begin somewhere in the mystifying oblivion of her 
passion. She found an instant of calm. A little smile came to her lips and 
she opened her eyes and seemed to see for the first time. And she was 
looking right into the lust-crazed face of Tommy Turner, still standing 
beside the bed, gazing down eagerly at her sensuously squirming body. 

"Yes, Tommy, yes," Jenny purred softly through her sultry lips. "Just step 
closer to the bed and I'll suck you off while Harry fucks me." 

Then all became a jumble in Jenny's mind as Harry began to shudder above 
her, lunging the pulsing erection of his cock harder and harder with 
shattering strokes in and out of her op en-splayed cuntal flesh, groaning 
and moaning, his hands exploring wildly over the naked softness of her body. 

She whimpered softly as Tommy stepped right up against the edge of the bed, 
bending his rigid cock-shaft down toward her deliciously welcoming hps as 
she stretched upward to reach it. Even as a more insane moan of passion 
swelled in her throat from Harry's frenzied fucking up into her loins, she 
parted her lips and flicked her tongue out wetly to swipe away the little 
drop of seminal fluid that appeared at the tiny glans of Tommy's 
blood-filled penis, then made a sensuous oval of her mouth to slide her hps 
warmly over the purplish head. 

Tommy groaned from the exquisite sensation as he rammed the full length of 
his pulsating rod of flesh deep between the school nurse's hungrily clasping 
Hps. Harry's tingling cock swelled up even harder within the sensitively 
clinging depths of her loins, causing even wilder quivers to dart through 
her body as it flexed and twitched and the boy grunted in lascivious 
excitement above her. Her voluptuous breasts heaved and quivered up against 
the pressure of 

Harry's chest, the little hardened nipples pricking to an even more tingling 
firmness as Tommy reached down to grab a thick handful of her silken black 
hair, tugging her face even closer to her loins and fucking deeper and more 
ruthlessly into her willingly submitting mouth. As the two youngsters shared 
both the wantonly yielding orifices of the school nurse's nakedly squirming 
body, one in her mouth and the other in her cunt, the door opened and three 
more freshman boys slipped into the room. 

Jenny's nakedly fucking body stiffened to immobility. She twisted her neck, 
staring past Tommy's smooth hairless loins and almost letting the throbbing 
rigidity slip completely from her mouth. 

Then an even more lewdly masochistic surge of craving coursed through her 
body as she realized why they were here. They wanted a share of her body 
too! Already they were beginning to strip off their clothes and their eager 
exclamations resounded shockingly in her ears. And as Jenny resumed the 
ravenous sucking of Tommy's cock, again taking the full length of it between 
her helpless lips, her tongue swiping wildly around the almost bursting 
head, she knew she would not be able to refuse them. There was no longer any 
reason to. It was only a matter of time until somebody on the faculty began 
to suspect what was happening in the clinic. She knew she was through here, 
and any numerical ascension of the number of young boys who shared her today 
could do no more than heighten the color of her guilt. And she couldn't have 
stopped anyway. She couldn't have refused a single one of the eager teen-age 
boys now crowding around the bed. It wouldn't have been fair. 

Then Jenny forgot everything, responding whole-heartedly to the task of the 
moment as she felt both the youngsters now fucking her begin to move even 
more eagerly, Harry racking her helplessly writhing body with his staccato 
cock-thrusts, Tommy's massive hardness twitching and surging even more 
rigidly up between her wantonly sucking lips. 

Jenny moaned deliriously around the cock-head that crashed more and more 
brutally into the moist warm cavern of her mouth, driving to the back of her 
throat to prompt lascivious gurgling sounds. Her body was coming to life 
again in even more insane and gripping passion. Every inch of her flesh 
tingled with raw electric sensation as she sensed the two youngsters were 
drawing simultaneously nearer their own completion, and the mere thought of 
the two of them ejaculating at once into her mouth and cunt only heightened 
the distantly sweeping waves that threatened to course through her own body 
any instant in volcanically racking climax. 

She thrust her buttocks up madly, almost tossing Harry off the bed with the 
intense lunges of her pelvis. She lifted her thighs high, the hard smacking 
sounds echoing in her ears as his loins slammed down against her. She sucked 
fervently, longing to milk the torrents of life-giving sperm from Tommy's 
cock, wanting to swallow every precious droplet of it with her throat just 
as her spasmodically sucking cunt absorbed every surging spurt of Harry's. 

Almost insane with passion, she listened to the three teen-age boys who 
waited trying to hurry Tommy and Harry on. Now somehow she thrilled to their 
obscene chatter, to their lewd exclamations about her, the school nurse, 
going mad as a nympho as the first shattering waves of climax began to 
engulf her. 

"God, would you look at that! She's gonna fuck him to death if she doesn't 
slow down." 

"What about Tommy? Man she's gonna pull his cock out by the roots if she 
sucks any harder!" 

"Boy, I can't wait to get my hands on that baby. Whoever thought their first 
piece of pussy would be the school nurse? And right on campus too!" 

Then an even more insane quiver shot through Jenny's now frenzied thrashing 
body as she felt the heavily splattering droplets of Harry's cum start 
shooting out suddenly from the twitching head of his cock deep into the 
sensitive depths of her pussy. At almost the same instant Tommy stiffened, 
ceasing his movements completely as Jenny sucked even harder and more 
submissively at the tingling rod of boy-flesh. She whimpered and gurgled 
around the resilient base of it, her nose brushing the softly tickling hairs 
of his pubis, her Hps stretched wide as she felt him begin to move again and 
tasted the sweet young sperm come shooting wildly into her mouth and the 
back of her throat. She gurgled again, her Adams's apple bobbing as she 
swallowed desperately to keep from choking, her efforts becoming instinctual 
and automatic as she lost complete control of herself and was once more 
engulfed by the madly obliterating ecstasy of orgasm. 

She was cast once more into timelessness as she felt the waves consume her, 
sweeping out in a relentless fury of obscenely shattering bliss to suspend 
her in delirious oblivion, devoid of past, present or future. 

After that it all happened too fast. Jenny lay in quivering, post-orgasmic 
ecstasy as Harry and Tommy withdrew their deflating penises, respectively 
from her cunt and her mouth. She closed her eyes, her naked and soiled body 
still sensuously writhing in lust-crazed expectation. The three boys argued 
about who was going to be first, just as Tommy and Harry had. While they 
argued, one of them climbed up onto the bed. Later she would vaguely 
remember telling them she couldn't take two at once in the prone, standard 
position because the strain on her neck was too much. She would remember 
rolling over into the "dog fashioned" posture, so one boy mounted her from 
behind while the other stood before her on the edge of the bed, fucking her 
in the mouth. It was like a daydream. The whole eerie episode engulfed her 
and swept her up in a montage of hard young cocks fucking into her mouth and 
her cunt, grunts and groans of passion mixing with the catcalls of the 
onlookers, all jumbled together in a distorted blending of endless passion 
and climax. 

She didn't know how many of the boys had her before, just as one pair were 
simultaneously withdrawing and two more preparing to take their turns, a 
silence fell suddenly over the room and even though her eyes were closed 
Jenny sensed that the line had broken and the next two youngsters moved 
away. She sensed a state of aloneness on the bed, where she lay vulnerably 
naked, as if it were a stage and the others, the eager teen-age boys who'd 
so wantonly exploited her surrendered flesh, were now moved apart from her, 
separated. 

She opened her eyes slowly, gazing trance-like up at the open door. 
Superintendent Johnson was standing just inside, watching her with the 
strangest look in his eyes. 

"You boys all get your clothes on and leave," he said. "Last period physical 
education is dismissed for today. I'll deal with you boys tomorrow." 

But it seemed as if it had been a long time, an unbearable and extended 
silence, before he'd said that. And Jenny had lain still in her naked, 
almost spread-eagled position on the bed, looking up at him blankly, as if 
he were an apparition. Then the boys, looking sheepish and fumbling 
nervously with their clothes, began to get dressed and filter out of the 
room. Superintendent Johnson came into the room and Jenny half-heartedly 
tugged the sheets down and slid beneath them. She didn't feel like getting 
dressed, of having him watch her do it. She would listen to whatever he said 
and then after he left she would put her clothes on and go. 

The superintendent waited until the room was empty, then sighed deeply, 
staring with a flickering smile down at the voluptuous brunette, her 
sensuously formed body teasingly outlined beneath the sheet that fell 
loosely over the rounded curves. 

"Well, Miss Lane. I hardly know what to say to you. That must have been 
quite a performance." 

"You don't have to say anything. It's over. If you'll just let me get 
dressed I'll go." 

"It might not be that easy," he said. "There isn't much likelihood what has 
happened here will remain a secret. The parents of these kids might be 
pretty upset with you when they hear what has happened. You know, there are 
laws regarding minors in this state." 

"I know," Jenny whispered. She'd been thinking about just that an hour or 
two ago, or whenever it had been that this had begun. But now it seemed an 
eternity ago, and it no longer seemed like something that mattered. It had 
just happened, and now she thought it inevitable that it would have happened 
sooner or later. 

Jenny closed her eyes for a moment, still having trouble catching her 
breath. Then when she opened them she understood what the superintendent had 
on his mind, why he'd brought up the vague threat in the first place. A soft 
smile broke off her lips. His forehead was shining with a thin layer of 
sweat, and he'd moved a few steps closer to the bed, his eyes greedily 
consuming the lush outline of her body beneath the sheet. Jenny laughed 
softly, her own gaze dropping to the rounded mounds of her breasts, the 
hardened nipples making little darkened protrusions against the thin sheet. 

"I always thought you were an untouchable." 

"I was," Jenny said with a smile. "I was waiting for the right person to 
come along. It was a vow. It worked out strangely." 

Then she sighed softly as the superintendent sat down on the edge of the 
bed, his eyes still gazing hungrily at her barely concealed form. Jenny 
thought she'd never seen such want in a man's eyes in her life, not even in 
Mac's. She was sure it must have been there, but before she had looked at 
that sort of thing differently. 

"Miss ... Lane ... ?" 

She shrugged. "One more won't hurt." 

 Chapter Nine 

Jenny had worked at the hospital through the winter, which had been dreary 
and long. Except for the intern she'd dated and slept with, as much because 
he wanted her so badly she couldn't bring herself to refuse him as for the 
Satisfaction of her own natural needs, she'd kept strict control of her 
emotions. Though her self-denial had been more pragmatic than out of any 
sense of guilt, or even of resolution not to do wrong again. It had been a 
time for her to reflect, to rest and let the lurid events that had taken 
place before she resigned her job at the school and left town on the early 
morning bus sort themselves out in her mind. Sometimes at night she lay in 
bed, dreaming about the moments she'd spent with Craig Phillips, reliving 
that scandalous day when she'd been fucked by all those boys - and she still 
didn't know how many there had been - at the clinic. Sometimes she even 
thought of it when she was having sex with Johnny, the intern. 

It had taken until spring for her to sort it out in her mind. With the end 
of the snow and the beginning of the warm weather it seemed to have become 
clearer. She slept with the psychiatrist at the hospital and discussed it 
with him. He said laughingly that, crazy as it sounded, he didn't think she 
was insane. She never knew exactly how he meant that, whether it was his 
words or her actions the adjective "crazy" modified. She'd never been very 
good at English grammar anyway. 

But it was for more reasons than that she was almost glad there would never 
even be a possibility of her working again at another school. She knew the 
temptation would have been too great during those early months after what 
she'd come to term her "crack-up". She would have done something else crazy, 
and she might have really gotten into a lot of trouble. It was a lucky thing 
Superintendent Johnson had been such an old lecher, otherwise he might have 
reported what she'd done immediately and she wouldn't have even been able to 
get out of town before the story had begun to filter up from the junior high 
to the local high school and finally to the parents themselves. And she 
liked working at the hospital anyway. That was what she'd been trained for, 
to care for the sick and assist the doctors, not administer hearing and eye 
tests to a bunch of kids and stand by to treat non-serious accidents with 
iodine and Band-Aids. And working at the hospital, where she was not thrown 
into constant temptation, gave Jenny the sense of perspective she needed in 
order to choose her escapades carefully so that she would not be caught in 
another scandal. 

"I'm going to change into something more comfortable," Jenny said softly, 
taking a last sip of her cognac and setting the glass back on the table. 

She smiled at the young boy sitting beside her on the couch. He swallowed 
hard, looking back at her wide-eyed. 

Jenny felt his eyes follow her as she walked through to the bathroom of her 
small apartment. She stripped her nurse's uniform off eagerly and put on a 
light kimona, tying the sash loose enough in the front that the youngster 
she'd picked up in the drugstore soda fountain on her way home from work 
would be able to clearly see the voluptuous cleavage of her breasts and from 
just the right angle even glimpse the little buds of her nipples. Then she 
walked back into the living room, smiling sultrily as she saw the 
youngster's eyes bug at the sight of her body revealed in the skimpy and 
exotic costume. 

"Tell me, Tod?" Jenny began, settling back even closer to him on the couch. 
"Have you had much experience with women." 

"Well, not... too much," the boy said with a trembling voice. 

Jenny smiled seductively, leaning toward him. "You're not a virgin, are 
you?" 

"K-kind of." 


End
