Nurse Jill
by Faye Jackson


FOREWORD 

In an era which might be considered the coming of age of America, any piece 
of literature which could serve to expose another of the numerous 
preconceptions that have formed what might be another aspect of the nation's 
fading "innocence", is important. Author Faye Jackson's new novel does that 
and much more. 

Marijuana. Premarital sex. Corrupt administrators. These three subjects 
might be expected in any sensational fictional treatment of American 
secondary education, but though the ingredients are there, this important 
new novel is anything but an exploitive treatment. For the story deals not 
so much with the effect of the changing times on the children as the effect 
of the children's "adaptation" to the changing times on one of the adults 
responsible for them. 

The setting is a somewhat neglected microcosm of the state, a boys' prep 
school; the particular individual in question, the protagonist, as it were, 
is the school nurse. The crisis is a slight mistake, a bad response to a 
pressure stimulus which places the protagonist, Jill Marks, in the sexual 
debt of one of the young wards at school. What follows is not only the story 
of her coming to grips with herself, and with a driving compulsion she has 
suppressed for most of her life, but a poignant comment on the whole trend 
of the times today, on abuse of power and the relationship of the individual 
to the mass, on the re-examination of outmoded values and the necessity of 
change in order to cope in the evolutionary society, on the relationships of 
age to youth, experience to inexperience or "innocence". 

But these broader vistas should not overshadow the more immediate and simple 
focus of the cutting novel, the saga of the heroine herself. It is to Miss 
Jackson's credit that she had been able, from a purely literary viewpoint, 
to resist the temptation to go completely overboard in American allegory. 
Though the work will be met with shock in some critical circles, it is also 
to her credit that she has not flinched in dealing honestly and directly 
with the sexual content of this book, material that, handled badly, could 
have rendered it nothing more than another cheap and sensational account; 
and that avoided, would have left it emasculated and fit, perhaps, only for 
academic consumption, its broader force to be puzzled over, its brilliant 
down-to-earth flavor lost. Nor would the most pertinent and simple points 
have been made without just this unwavering and candid approach. 

Perhaps one other point might be relevant here: It is no accident that the 
author selected as her setting the prep school, or as her heroine a nurse. 
The publishers feel she could have made no better choices. Prep schools 
somehow have been lost in the media's treatment of turmoil in education. The 
medical profession has long been considered an "integrated" facet of 
society. These two conceptions are not run down completely in this 
perceptive novel, but they are tampered with. Miss Jackson seems to be 
saying, and making what the publishers feel is a good case, that there is no 
facet of this society completely immune, nor a sanctuary the moral upheaval 
won't reach. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Jimmy Miller finished developing the photographs he'd taken at the victory 
celebration and dance following the last game of the football season, 
stuffed them into an envelope and started across the small, plush campus of 
the private boys' school where he was in his freshman year. Jimmy's best 
friend Bobby Norton would be finishing his afternoon bar bell workout and 
leaving the gymnasium about now, and Jimmy wanted to catch him before he got 
away. There was a light rain, and the bespectacled youngster clutched the 
envelope beneath his shirt to keep the photographs dry as he hurried along 
the sidewalk toward the gym. Bobby was just coming out of the dressing room 
when he arrived. 

"How'd the pictures turn out?" asked Bobby. 

Jimmy shrugged. "They're not bad. I'm afraid the one of you and Charna 
dancing to that Stones' record doesn't quite do justice to the most subtle 
twitches of her ass, but I guess the finer sights of life just weren't made 
for still shots." He paused, looking forlornly at the billowing rain clouds. 
"Let's pop over to the Snack-Shack and I'll buy you a coke while we have a 
look." 

"Can't make it," said Bobby, squinting his blue eyes into the rain as the 
boys left the gym entrance and started up the long walk towards the dorm. 
"Charna's parents split for the afternoon, and we've got the whole house to 
ourselves. Somehow or other I'll have to make it to town before this damned 
storm breaks." 

Jimmy looked up enviously at his friend. "Man, I don't know how you do it. 
Most of the seniors figure they're lucky if they can get laid every once in 
a while on the weekends. And you're just a freshman, getting more than you 
can handle after school." Jimmy fell silent, staring down at the sidewalk as 
the boys started into the grove of oaks that lent a plush, pastoral 
atmosphere to the campus. "I'll consider myself lucky if I ever get laid." 

"Got to try, man. You can't expect them to come here with their panties in 
their hands looking for you, can you?" 

"That's about the way Charna got you after you made those three touchdowns 
in the Billings game." 

"It wasn't quite that easy. And Charna's not the only one. Melissa was a 
virgin when I met her. I thought I was going to have to rape that little 
hussy before I got her drunk that night and managed to sneak my finger into 
her panties." Bobby paused, turning toward the smaller youngster. "You've 
got to try to fuck them, Jimmy. That's the only way you'll ever get your 
first piece." 

The boys continued to the edge of the grove and paused again. The rain was 
coming down faster now. 

"Well, I just don't think it'll ever happen," Jimmy said, pensively. 

"What?" Something else held Bobby's attention. He stood in the shelter of 
the last tree, gazing intently off into the distance. 

"I don't think I'll ever get a piece of ass," Jimmy said. 

Bobby shrugged. "Then maybe you won't. Some people never do, you know." 

"Hey, don't talk like that! It's not funny." 

"There's the one I'd like to take a try at," Bobby said, still staring 
thoughtfully away. 

Jimmy followed his gaze and saw for the first time what it was that had 
caught his attention. 

"Are you kidding, man?" 

"Nope," Bobby said tersely. 

"The school nurse?" 

"Just because she's a full-grown woman doesn't mean she doesn't like to 
fuck." 

Jimmy looked at his friend almost with alarm, then returned his attention to 
the entrance of the main building where the school nurse was waiting, as if 
trying to work up the courage to make a dash through the rain for her 
automobile. Even at this distance the lush curves of Miss Mark's body were 
clearly distinguishable. She was a tall blonde woman. Though Jimmy wasn't 
sure, he supposed she must be somewhere in her late twenties. But her body 
was still almost that of a young girl breasts standing up high and full and 
proud; a smooth belly and narrow waist that accented the daring flare of her 
hips; ripe, tightly rounded buttocks that swayed teasingly, always inviting, 
always forbidden, as she pranced around the campus. But in spite of the fact 
that she literally radiated sex with every move of her voluptuous body and 
expression of her sultry face, word had filtered down even to the--likes of 
Jimmy that Miss Marks was an untouchable. 

"Boy, this business with Charna must really be going to your head!" Jimmy 
said. "You don't really think it's possible you might be able to make it 
with Miss Marks." 

"Let's just say I don't think it's impossible." 

"But are you planning on trying?" 

Bobby shrugged, a faint grin coming onto his cute young face. "Maybe she'll 
make the first move." 

"Jesus Christ!" Jimmy rasped. Then he fell silent as he saw the school nurse 
take a flowered scarf from her handbag and tie it up around her blonde hair. 
She hesitated for a moment longer, then started quickly down the steps and 
into the rain. Both of the young boys watched with fascination as she made 
the fifty yard run to the parking lot, her breasts bouncing and her buttocks 
jerking teasingly in the thin material of her uniform skirt as she ran. By 
the time she reached her car the thin uniform was completely soaked, 
clinging transparently to the lush curves of her body, and she shivered from 
the sudden cold. Miss Marks unlocked her car and got quickly into the 
driver's seat. They saw the smoke of the exhaust as she started the engine, 
backed the vehicle out of her parking slot and pulled onto the road. 

"Yeah, that's some piece all right. I'm getting tired of these young girls 
anyway," Bobby said. 

Jimmy snorted. "If you really believe a woman like Miss Marks is going to 
think twice about going to bed with a freshman like you when the faculty 
members can't even get close to her, you must be living in a fucking dream 
world!" 

"Maybe she--likes boys," Bobby said. He paused as Jimmy looked at him 
curiously. "There are some women like that, you know. They won't let a man 
get near them; they don't even like men that way, but deep down inside 
they're just dying to have some innocent young kid stick his dick in their 
cunts. But you've probably never thought of that, have you?" Bobby paused 
again, staring straight into Jimmy's eyes. "And maybe you haven't thought of 
this either: Miss Marks has gotten into the habit of coming out to the 
gymnasium in the afternoons to watch me work out with the weights. She 
doesn't do anything, man; she just comes out there and watches me. And she's 
got a hungry look in her eyes. A hungry look! That's the only way to say 
it." 

Bobby turned away, staring back at the falling rain. Now it was beginning to 
drip down through the thick foliage of the oak and they would not have 
shelter for long even here. 

"The trouble with you, Jimmy, is that you don't take a positive enough 
attitude with women. If you think you're beat before you start, then you 
probably are ... I've got to run. I guess I'll have to get naked and lie 
before the fireplace at Charna's while I'm waiting for my clothes to dry." 

Without another word Bobby lowered his head and sprinted out into the rain 
across the lawn of the campus toward the bus stop. 

Jimmy waited a moment longer, then tucked the photographs under his shirt 
and continued down the sidewalk toward the dorms. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jill Marks glanced at her watch and closed the paperbacked novel she'd been 
reading. Moments later the bell sounded to mark the end of the last class 
period of the day. She sighed, glancing furtively down at the smooth curves 
of her body, her eyes wandering slowly over the voluptuously rounded mounds 
of her breasts and descending gently to her tiny waist and the soft contours 
of her thighs, revealed by the uniform skirt that had worked far up above 
her knees on the cream-white flesh. Then she sighed again and stood up 
tiredly. 

It had been a long dull day and she felt lethargic. She wished she had some 
plans for the evening, something to look forward to, but there was nothing 
in store for her but the same old thing. She would go out to dinner or eat 
at home alone. Then she would take in a movie or watch television. She was 
getting in a bad rut, and she knew that a good-looking young woman like 
herself shouldn't be spending so much time alone. But she just hadn't been 
able to get interested in any of the men, mostly faculty members, who'd been 
trying to date her. There were times when Jill could have almost cursed the 
sultry face and sensuous body she had inherited. She knew it was just that 
and not her real inner self that attracted the men who wanted to go out with 
her. It made her feel like nothing but a piece of flesh, a sex object. 

Jill took her light raincoat from the hook, draped it over her arm and 
stepped out the front door of the little clinic situated behind the main 
building of the school. She breathed in deeply of the fresh cool air. The 
rain had passed and now the sun was shining. The brown grass of fall was wet 
and glistening, almost as if with spring dew. 

Though football season had ended, several boys were playing pass on the edge 
of the athletic field. Jill watched them for a moment, then turned and 
started around the corner of the main building. 

At the fork in the sidewalk just beyond the corner of the building she 
paused. She felt suddenly almost breathless, as a strangely foreboding idea 
toyed at the fringe of her consciousness. She turned her head slowly to gaze 
beneath the oaks toward the red-brick gymnasium. 

She did not know why she had this feeling that she shouldn't go there, or 
perhaps it was only that she would not admit the reason to herself. But it 
seemed as if the mere fact that she did want so badly to go again, as she 
had several times during the last couple of weeks, and watch young Bobby 
Norton lifting weights, was somehow enough to make it wrong. 

Jill waited a moment longer, then in a sudden compulsive move she started 
resolutely down the walk through the oak grove toward the gymnasium beyond. 
There could be no harm in her just watching the youngster exercise and she 
chided herself for her own tendency to attach some overblown significance to 
the fact that she wanted to. Yet she still could not resist the urge to look 
cautiously around and make sure that no one had noticed her as she entered 
the brick building. 

Stepping from the afternoon sunlight into the gymnasium was like entering a 
large, empty cathedral. It was comparatively dark inside and there was a 
hush that seemed rudely disrupted by the clanging noise as she closed the 
door behind her and by the sharply echoing clicks of her heels on the wood 
floor as she walked passed the bleachers towards the main basketball court. 
But the only other sound to violate the silence seemed equally disruptive. 
From the far end of the gymnasium she could hear the rhythmic, hoarse 
sucking sounds of the teenager's strained breathing as he struggled against 
the weight of the bar bells. But now in the large, empty gymnasium the 
deeply wrenched gasps took on a strange, almost sexual quality as they 
reverberated through the reaches of the barn-like structure. 

That suggestion caused Jill to pause again just before she should have 
rounded the corner of the bleachers. There was something so profoundly 
sensuous about those gusting, hissing noises of the freshman boy's breathing 
that she felt almost as if she were intruding on a very private and personal 
thing, as if she were a voyeur sneaking up to peak through a window late at 
night. 

Then she heard the echoing ring as the young boy dropped the bar bells onto 
the rack and the strained gasping ceased. Jill waited, almost breathless 
herself with the anxiety that surged in her breasts, until she heard the boy 
begin the next set of exercises. Then, almost tiptoeing, she rounded the 
corner of the bleachers and stepped onto the edge of the basketball court to 
where she could see him. 

Again Jill paused, trying to conceal her suddenly surging excitement as she 
was confronted with the arousing view of the muscular young boy. Though he 
was facing directly toward her, he hardly even seemed to acknowledge her 
presence, concentrating all his efforts on the strenuous exercises. In spite 
of her efforts at discipline, Jill could hardly resist letting her eyes rove 
with what she knew must have been unconcealed craving down the youngster's 
muscular, sweat-glistening body. 

He was wearing only a pair of track shorts which shockingly revealed his 
magnificent young physique. Now he was doing an exercise called "curls", 
which exerted the greatest strain on his biceps but also served to expand 
and accent the bulging pectoral muscles of his chest and the rippling sinews 
of his abdomen. The coating of sweat that shined on his flesh only 
highlighted the youthfully rippling muscles. 

As she watched the boy began another set of exercises, again hearing his 
hoarsely sucked gasps of breath echoing from the high roof of the gymnasium, 
Jill crept slowly down the edge of the basket ball court towards him, her 
eyes transfixed on the sharply defined bulges of his torso. With a last, 
almost agonized-sounding gasp, the young boy replaced the bar bell again on 
the rack and looked up at her with an eager smile. 

"Hello, Miss Marks." 

"Oh ... hello" Jill stammered awkwardly. During the previous times she had 
come here, the boy had scarcely seemed to acknowledge her presence, and 
before she had not been quite so open and obvious in her watching him as she 
was now. She had attempted at least to pretend that she'd happened upon him 
by accident. Today she hadn't bothered to do even that. 

"Why don't you come in and sit down here on the bench if you want to," Bobby 
said. "I get kind of bored in here working out by myself anyway, but the 
coach says it will really be worth my trouble if I stay in good shape all 
the way through until track season in the spring." 

"Well ... all right," Jill managed. "I was just browsing around the campus, 
and I thought I'd come through here because I really didn't have any ... 
place else to go." She knew that excuse sounded foolish even incriminating, 
yet from the boy's manner he seemed not to take the slightest note of its 
dubious rationality. He was smiling at her, watching her warmly with his 
clear blue eyes. 

Jill could hardly hide her fascination as she gazed back at the youngster's 
naked torso. In spite of his muscular and athletic build, young Bobby didn't 
look overly mature for his fourteen years. His face had an innocent childish 
glow, which Jill found overwhelmingly attractive, but still it was his 
sensuously muscular young body that seized and held her attention and had 
beckoned her back here beyond all her control. 

As the young boy panted to catch his breath, Jill took a seat on the bench 
at the edge of the basketball court, crossing her legs and nervously pushing 
her skirt down over the smoothness of her thighs as she watched him take the 
bar bells in his hands to do a third set of "curls". 

She watched with rapt attention as the teenager did fourteen more 
repetitions of the strenuous exercise and dropped the bar bell onto the rack 
with a loud clanging. 

"That's so many," she said. "You do so many of them." 

"It's because I'm using a light weight," Bobby answered with a gasp, turning 
back to face her. "Heavy weights and low repetitions bulk your muscles up, 
you know, sort of knots them up where your coordination's not so good. Coach 
Donaldson says I don't need any more bulking. But these light weights and 
high repetitions give you a tone you can't get any other way." 

Jill thought she must have visibly blushed as she watched the youngster 
inhale to deeply expand his chest. But she understood what he meant. She'd 
seen the covers of weightlifting magazines with those awful photographs of 
musclemen posing in bikinis and looking for all the world like genuine 
freaks of nature. Bobby's glistening young body was not like that. Not a 
single ounce of his firm, rippling flesh seemed out of proportion or 
exaggerated. His tanned skin was almost smooth, with subtle lines defining 
the tautly bulging muscles beneath. 

"Well, you certainly do have ... tone," she said at last. 

"The coach says even if I don't break any track records this year it will 
help me out with the girls on the beach this summer." 

There was a short silence as Bobby continued to gaze at Jill in his openly 
friendly manner, as if there had not been anything the least bit provocative 
in his last statement. Yet she could not help imagine what a young girl's 
reaction might be to see this appealingly muscled youngster in a swimsuit 
after he had spent roughly five more months at these grueling exercises. 
She'd overheard enough of the kid's gossip at school to know that Bobby 
Norton had quite a reputation for his exploits with the girls here in town. 
And the thought of that now caused an uncomfortable fluttering sensation in 
her breasts and stomach that was almost like jealousy. 

"Well, I'd better keep at it," Bobby said, turning back to the weight rack. 

The young boy's back was turned to Jill as he did the final set of curls, 
allowing her eyes the freedom to rove at will over the straining muscles of 
his back and thighs. And she was unable to resist the lewdly wanton 
sensations that rose in her own breasts as she gazed lasciviously over his 
shining, near naked body. Now she knew that what she was doing was wrong. 
The source of her previous trepidation was beginning to surface. In spite of 
everything she was developing a physical lust for this cute young boy. What 
had begun as innocent fascination had swiftly taken on a sordid and 
compulsive nature, and she could hardly even comprehend the strange 
sensations swelling in her breast and loins as she watched him almost 
spellbound. 

"Whoooh!" said Bobby as he dropped his weights back on the rack and turned 
again to face the school nurse. 

Again Jill feared she must have blushed. She stared at him intently for a 
moment, then realizing how obvious that must be, jerked her eyes suddenly 
away. 

"I watched you play in the Billings game last Friday night," she said 
nervously. "That was really a wonderful touchdown run you made on that punt 
return." 

"Oh I just had good blocking," said Bobby. 

Jill watched him in silence for a moment longer, then self-consciously 
averted her eyes. "I guess I should really be going ... I must be disturbing 
you," she added, still not rising from her place on the bench. 

"Oh no," said Bobby. "You're not disturbing me at all, Miss Marks, but this 
next exercise I'm going to do might look kinda stupid unless I explain. It 
is sort of a dynamic tension thing. It really seems like I am trying to show 
off or something, but I'm not. And this one is most especially for that tone 
I was talking about." 

In spite of the fact that she'd said she was going, Jill could not bring 
herself to move, nor did she even pretend to conceal the lascivious craving 
in her eyes as she watched the youngster do the next exercise. It did indeed 
look at the beginning as though he were merely flexing his muscles to show 
off. He cupped his hands together, extending his arms out in front of his 
body. Then he started to push inward with both arms, sucking in even louder 
and hoarser gasps of breath as he expanded his chest broadly and began a 
silent struggle with himself. Jill watched a red flush come over his skin as 
he increased the pressure, the rippling muscles of his chest straining even 
harder until they began to quiver from the tension. She stared with 
undisguised eagerness at the youngster's rippling torso as he grunted and 
further increased the exertion of his arms and shoulders and pectoral 
muscles. Then at last, with a deep sigh, he eased off, shaking his shoulders 
and arms to loosen the tightly knotting muscles, his skin glistening slickly 
from the new coat of sweat that had broken out over his body. 

"My gosh, Bobby!" Jill gasped. "Your arms and your chest look even bigger 
than they were before you did that." 

"Sure, Miss Marks, that's the pump." 

"Pump?" 

"It's oxygen in your blood stream. It causes your muscles to swell." 

She watched enviously as the youngster reached up with one hand to touch the 
throbbing bicep on the other arm, testing the springing flesh beneath the 
tightly drawn skin. 

"Can I feel?" she asked cautiously, then immediately regretted the bold 
entreaty. But the youngster still seemed to find nothing out of the ordinary 
about her request. 

"Sure." 

"Oh, maybe I shouldn't," Jill said, blushing again. But before Bobby had 
time to say anything else, she rose and went quickly over to him. He looked 
up at her with a total lack of suspicion, again inhaling deeply to expand 
his chest, twisting his arm to flex his bicep as Jill extended her trembling 
fingers towards it. 

She was standing so close to the youth that their bodies almost touched. She 
could smell the pungently beckoning odor of clean male perspiration that 
coated his torso and flowed freely from beneath his upraised arm. She was 
losing control, and the wanton craving of her body was reflected lewdly in 
her eyes. Then she almost gasped as her fingers came into shocking contact 
with the swollen bicep. The comparison prompted suddenly in her mind almost 
caused her to jerk her hand back as if she had put it into a fire. The 
"pump" the youngster had talked about was precisely the same biophysical 
principle employed in the erection of the male sexual organ. The oxygen in 
the bloodstream literally pumped the muscle to resilient firmness, and the 
comparison prompted only lewder thoughts to course through her deliriously 
functioning mind. 

Cautiously, Jill wrapped her fingers as far as they would go about the 
youngster's hard flexed bicep. She raised her other hand to touch his 
shoulder and trail it slowly down over his swelling pectoral muscle toward 
the little hairless nipple. She bit her lip to quell the whimper that rose 
almost spontaneously in her throat as she continued to stroke her hand 
softly over his sweat moistened chest. 

"Oh yes, you really are built well, Bobby. Your muscles are like steel!" she 
said gustily, continuing to course her fingers over the youngster's tautly 
flexed arms and chest. 

There was something so uncannily pure and healthy about the way his young 
body felt. She knew what she was doing was wrong, that the stimulation she 
derived from touching him was sexual, sinful; but it went even beyond that, 
and she couldn't control her own strained and hastened breathing or conceal 
the craving in her eyes as she leaned even closer to the boy. 

Then suddenly Jill's hands dropped to her sides as she heard the clang of 
the door at this end of the gymnasium. She looked up, pale faced with fear 
and shame as old Mr. Klaus, the school custodian, stepped through the door. 
He stopped just inside the entrance way, staring wide-eyed at the nurse and 
the young, shorts-clad boy. 

During the next fleeting moment a multitude of sordid and scandalous visions 
unfolded in Jill's mind. She looked in shock and horror at the old man, then 
returned her gaze for a moment at Bobby, who seemed nonplussed, even amused. 
Then she looked back helplessly at Mr. Klaus. 

"He grabbed me!" 

Jill hardly even believed the words she heard herself speak. It seemed she 
had not thought them, that they had burst of their own accord from her lips. 
It was as if they had been put into her mouth by an alien force, not of 
herself. 

"Well you damned little whippersnapper," Mr. Klaus roared, slamming the 
bucket he carried down on the floor and dropping his mop as he stalked 
toward them. 

Jill watched him with terror, then jerked her eyes pleadingly back to Bobby. 
He was looking at her almost without expression, but she could sense the 
seething anger his face did not betray. And it crushed her. She almost 
wanted to turn and run, and to keep running, to leave this place and never 
come back. She couldn't imagine how she could have done such an awful thing, 
how could she have said something so completely untrue. 

"These darned kids have got no respect for anybody anymore," the janitor 
grumbled as he came up to them. 

Jill stared desperately at the old man, her face now ghastly pale. "It's 
nothing," she sobbed. 

"I'll be darned if it's nothing. Come on, boy, you get your shoes and pants 
on and we're gonna have a talk with Superintendent Meyers." 

Jill looked back at Bobby. He watched her in silence for a moment, then 
shrugged and walked past her toward the dressing room. 

"It really was nothing, Mr. Klaus," she repeated in a trembling voice. 
"Can't we just let it pass?" 

"I'm not gonna let it pass, Miss, and neither will Superintendent Meyers. I 
can guarantee you that. Just because this kid makes a few touchdowns doesn't 
give him the right to get fresh with a lady." 

Jill wanted to say more but it was hopeless. She knew that the old man had 
always been fond of her. Sometimes his manner left her the impression he had 
a kind of second childhood crush on her. She knew nothing would dissuade 
him, nothing but the truth. And though she realized she should tell him 
that, confess what had really happened and bear the guilt for her own 
wrongdoing, she couldn't bring herself to say the words. 

In a couple of minutes Bobby emerged from the dressing room, clad in his 
levis and shirt. 

"All right, let's get going." rasped the old man. "Want to be sure and catch 
him before he leaves the office." 

"Mr. Klaus, I wish we could just forget about this," Jill stammered. 

"Nonsense, let these kids get away with something like this, no telling what 
they will be up to next. Raping ladies on the street." 

Almost choking with despair, Jill followed the old man ,and the young boy 
out the front door of the gymnasium and down the sidewalk toward the main 
building. She could hardly believe this was really happening, that it was 
not just a bad dream from which she would momentarily awake. Of course, her 
word would be taken even if Bobby tried to deny the accusation, but she 
wasn't certain she could bring herself to repeat the lie again. Nor did she 
think she could confess and admit the truth to the superintendent. She felt 
too guilt ridden, not only for the lie she had told, but for the lewd 
feelings that had been surging in her body before they were discovered by 
the custodian. 

Mr. Klaus knocked lightly at the door of the superintendent's office, then 
opened it and ushered Jill and the now sullen faced youngster inside. The 
superintendent, a mustached man in his mid forties, looked up with surprise. 

"What can I do for you?" he asked briskly. A slight shiver went through 
Jill's body as she felt his eyes move from her face down over the swells of 
her sensuously molded breasts. 

"It's this young 'un," said Mr. Klaus. 

The superintendent glanced only briefly at Bobby, then looked questioningly 
back at Jill. "Yes?" 

There was a moment of silence as they waited for her explanation. But she 
could not bring herself to speak, to say anything, neither to tell the truth 
nor repeat the lie that had sprung spontaneously from her lips a few moments 
ago. 

"He grabbed her," said old man Klaus. "There in the gymnasium." 

"Grabbed her," The superintendent glanced at Jill, then back at the young 
boy, who held a sullen silence. "What do you mean, grabbed her?" he asked at 
last. 

"I seen it with my own eyes," said Mr. Klaus. "I come into the gym to mop 
the floor and I seen him, right there. He had a hold of her, and he wasn't 
wearing nothing but a pair of shorts himself. Before I got my bearings, I 
thought he was stark naked." 

"Is that what happened?" asked Superintendent Meyers, looking back at Jill. 

She could feel the trembling of her body, and it was all she could do to 
hold back the tears. She moistened her lips and opened her mouth to speak. 
But still the words wouldn't come. 

"She's too shook up to talk," said the old man. "And I don't blame her one 
bit. These kids got no respect anymore." 

Mr. Meyers leveled his eyes on Bobby Norton, his face almost white with 
rage. "Well young man, what do you have to say for yourself?" 

Jill looked desperately at the little boy. For a moment the youngster stared 
in silence back at the superintendent. Then he turned slowly to face Jill. 
His eyes were almost blank, dulled with unfeeling. He was refusing to 
respond. She realized with a sinking sensation that he was not even going to 
bother to defend himself, and that only increased the burden on her. 

"What were you doing in the gymnasium at that hour anyway, Miss Marks?" the 
superintendent asked. 

"I just happened through," Jill stammered nervously. "I thought some of the 
kids might be playing basketball, and...." Her voice trailed off and she 
gazed off down at the floor. She couldn't understand what had come over her. 
The lies sprang freely to her lips first the one that had began this 
horrible episode, and now this, which served indirectly to reinforce the 
first. 

"We aren't going to put up with this sort of foolishness," Superintendent 
Meyers said to the silent young boy. "The fact that you have, due to your 
gridiron exploits, become somewhat the apple of the public eye around this 
institution appears to have gone to your head. And from what I've heard 
around school I understand that you have quite a reputation as a lady killer 
with the girls here in town. That must have further inflated your ego. Maybe 
a month of weekends restricted to campus will slow you down in town, give 
you time to re-examine the boundaries over which you must not step." He 
looked back at Jill. "Miss Marks, I'm very sorry this has happened. I just 
hope you won't let it upset you too much." He sighed. "That's all. You may 
go." 

Jill hesitated for a moment, fighting an inner battle with herself. She knew 
it still wasn't too late to confess what had really happened. And though it 
would cause her an unbearable embarrassment, at least it would advert this 
injustice. But she couldn't make herself say it. At last she turned slowly 
away, and again her eyes met Bobby Norton's. They lingered on him for an 
instant. Then, choking back a sob, she turned and went out. She almost ran 
down the hall. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Jill watched the eleven o'clock news on television that night. But even the 
horrors of the war, depicted in vivid color on the screen with a short film 
clip from Viet Nam, was unable to hold her attention or give her a brief 
respite for her own terrible feelings of guilt for what she had done that 
afternoon. The lie she had told so thoughtlessly was now caught like a 
fish-bone in her throat. It ran over and over in her mind like a broken 
record. 

A late night talk show followed the news. Jill got up and clicked the TV 
off, then went into the bathroom and started the water to run in the tub, 
adjusting it to the hottest temperature she thought she would be able to 
stand, as if somehow that would purge her from the plaguing guilt that 
gnawed at her conscience. Then she turned to the full length mirror on the 
bathroom door and began unbuttoning her uniform, which contrarily to her 
custom she had not even bothered to change out of when she got home from 
school. Through eyes swollen by the cry she'd had earlier, she watched the 
teasing revelation of the white smoothness of her flesh as she parted the 
uniform off her shoulders and with a sensuous wriggling motion of her body, 
shed it down off the flare of her panty-clad buttocks and the smooth length 
of her long lithe thighs. 

She hung her uniform up on a hook in the wall, and reached behind her back 
with a deft flick of her fingers to undo the brassiere strap. The cups fell 
partly away from her breasts and she worked the straps slowly off her 
shoulders to completely expose the voluptuously rounded mounds, peaked by 
the turgidly quivering nipples that contrasted in rich mauve to the 
whiteness of her smooth flesh. 

She was almost naked now. Nothing remained but the flimsy panties, hanging 
teasingly low on the ripe half-moons of her buttocks, and softly spontaneous 
shivers passed through her sensuous body as her fingers brushed over the 
sensitive flesh of her flat belly and she slowly pulled the panties downward 
to expose her thinly curling blonde pubic hair. With another wriggling 
motion of her hips she worked the silken panties off the softness of her 
thighs and stood completely naked before the mirror. For a moment her eyes 
remained riveted on the reflection of her exposed flesh. Somehow it's soft 
loveliness intrigued her tonight, as if the naked flesh were not her own but 
someone else's. Her hand raised slowly upward to softly touch and stroke the 
firm swollen mound of one of her breasts, the fingers tweaking lightly over 
the already rigidly throbbing nipple to send little shivers of delight 
coursing out over her skin. Somehow, in the very contrast it recalled to her 
mind the sight of Bobby Norton's nakedly straining muscles, glistening with 
sweat as he flexed them for her to touch, and the recollection rekindled a 
strangely unwelcome sensation to stir lewdly up in her naked loins. 

Jill turned suddenly away from the mirror, refusing to admit the strange and 
disquieting craving that regenerated against her wishes. 

Though the tub was only half filled, she stepped into it and began to slowly 
lower herself into the almost scalding water. Its contrast with the 
relatively cooler air caused her exposed flesh to goose-bump and the nipples 
to swell to even more sensitively tingling hardness. Then she submerged 
herself almost completely as she was able to adjust to the heat, resting her 
head back against the rear of the tub and letting the water run teasingly 
over her feet. She waited for a long time before she finally took the soap 
and washrag and began to scrub slowly over the glistening white skin of her 
body. 

Jill must have spent almost an hour in the water. When it cooled she added 
more to keep it to the hottest temperature she could bear. The bath was like 
a womb, a sanctuary, but still it could not wash away her guilt. The 
horrible memory of what she'd done that afternoon continued its ceaseless 
gnawing at her conscience. 

At last she got out of the tub, dried off and walked naked into the bedroom. 
She left the lamp on the nightstand burning as she got into bed and pulled 
only the thin white sheet up over the softly rounded curves of her naked 
flesh. She sighed deeply, her eyes moving slowly down to trace in detail the 
outline of her lushly formed body beneath the sheet which barely concealed 
the fully swollen mounds of her breasts so that even the rose-tipped nipples 
showed clearly through the thin fabric. Below the sheet tapered down lightly 
over her slender girlish waist to her supple hips, flat smooth stomach and 
sensuously full thighs. 

Jill sucked her breath in softly, her eyes almost closing. Every naked inch 
of her skin was tingling, and almost unconsciously she yielded to the 
temptation to trail her hand down to the wide-set mounds of her breasts, her 
fingers flicking teasingly over the rigid nipples. She sighed again, 
squirming her hips down into the softness of the mattress, her eyes almost 
closing as she continued for a moment to gently knead and massage her 
breasts. Then still without really thinking about it or admitting to herself 
what she was doing, she moved her hand lower over the smooth warm flesh of 
her belly to brush her fingers lightly into the still damp strands of her 
thinly curled pubic hair. 

Then Jill's body stiffened at the first stunning contact of her finger over 
the already twitching bud of her clitoris. An unwelcome tremor of longing 
coursed out suddenly from the tiny bud, saturating deeply into the sensitive 
warmth of her loins and spreading out over every inch of her tingling flesh. 
Again she was reminded of the horrible lie she had told. Yet now an even 
more vivid memory almost pushed that from her mind as she remembered the 
wonderful hard feel of Bobby Norton's muscular young body. She still could 
not imagine how she had let herself get into the position that had forced 
her to tell that horrible lie. But the youngster was almost irresistible to 
her. That first day when she had truly just happened into the gymnasium and 
found him doing his exercises, the seed had been sown. She had not been able 
to tear her eyes away from him. And since then she'd fought a daily struggle 
with herself to resist going back to watch him again. 

Reluctantly, Jill drew her hand away from the softly pulsing warmth between 
her thighs. Now her whole being was permeated by the insane desire that had 
crept over her without her knowledge, and now it seemed bound to consume her 
body and soul, just as, in the longer run, the lust for the young boy she 
had so terribly wronged had crept over her without her realizing it. 

Then her hand moved slowly back towards her loins, dancing lightly over the 
smooth sensitive flesh of her belly to venture once more down through the 
thinly curling strands of cuntal hair and in between her thighs to the 
softly pulsing slit of her pussy. 

Jill closed her eyes, moaning at the renewed contact of her middle finger 
against the warmly pulsing vaginal opening. Her buttocks began to move in a 
gentle undulating motion on the bed as she sensuously parted the throbbing 
little lips, the undeniable chills of delight that coursed through her 
prompting more strained whimpers as her fingers flicked back over the 
throbbing clitoral bud and spread the softly flowing moisture up and down 
the lust-tortured slit. Then with a deep gasp she arched her satiny buttocks 
eagerly upward off the bed, her fingers working the thinly hair-lined 
cunt-lips wider apart to probe with swift and shocking effect up into the 
softly clasping flesh. 

A surge of guilt welled up in her again as she realized what she was about 
to do. It was a warped and sordid act and she had not succumbed to it for a 
long, long time, but now she knew she couldn't stop herself. She would never 
get to sleep if she did not have some kind of relief from the unwelcome 
desires that had engulfed her and some brief escape from the memories that 
had ceaselessly tormented her the whole afternoon and evening. 

"Oooohh," Jill moaned as her middle finger burrowed deeper and deeper up 
into her softly yielding pussy, her thumb rubbing teasingly at the hotly 
swelling bud of her clitoris as she arched her hips even higher and sank the 
finger to the last knuckle into the sensitively pulsing inner flesh. Then 
with a soft whimper she surrendered completely to the obscene longing and 
began a lewdly writhing undulation of her body on the bed and started to 
finger-fuck herself with smooth, even strokes in and out of the tightly 
clasping cunt-lips. Mingled with the squeaking sound of her bedsprings was 
an incessant stream of softly wanton moans and pleadings as Jill began to 
masturbate in earnest. She was becoming rapidly possessed. Her eyes and 
teeth were clenched tightly shut and she thrashed her body even more wildly 
as the uncontrollable passion overcame her. Lewd grunts of salacious 
pleasure spewed from her mouth and her middle finger pistoned crazily in and 
out of the tightly trembling pink opening of her cunt, her thumb working 
with a maddeningly teasing effect at the throbbing bud of her clitoris. Her 
face flushed red, breaking out in a shining coat of perspiration as she 
began to strain, groaning in lust and frustration and worming her finger 
deeper and deeper up into the warmly quivering pussy. She tossed her head 
wildly back and forth, her long blonde hair whipping softly over the naked 
softness of her shoulders, the mingled moans and whimpers in her throat 
increasing as she intensified the rapid finger-fucking rhythm. 

Then suddenly, with an even louder cry, she kicked the sheet off to 
completely expose her lustfully squirming body. She raised her head up from 
the pillow and gazed down between the quivering mounds of her breasts, a 
lewd thrill coursing through her at the perverse picture of her own hand 
fucking eagerly up and down between the wildly scissoring softness of her 
thighs. Again she remembered the lewdly titillating sight of the young boy 
who had prompted her lascivious wants, once more remembering the springing 
feel of his rigid muscles as he flexed them for her, now almost smelling the 
lusty odor of his young, sweating torso as she'd stood so close to him her 
nipples almost brushed his naked chest. 

Now Jill's body was thrashing savagely, her loins thrusting eagerly upward 
to the probing strokes of her fingers working deeper and deeper into the 
quivering flesh of her cunt. The clasping lips of her vagina flowered to 
give an even greater access to the warmly resisting inner flesh and the 
continued maddening strokes of her thumb over the little twitching clitoris 
almost drove her out of her mind with the obscenely rising passion that 
poured through every fiber of her being. 

"Oooohh, oh yes!" she purred out in her delirious submission to the 
shattering sensations. Her lust had become a fiery hot ball in her naked 
belly and now her body screamed for release. Nothing mattered but to still 
this crazed hunger that had engulfed her, and she was almost crying in 
response to the unfulfilled sensations that surged up in the warmly yielding 
flesh of her pussy. 

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

Yet still it eluded her, driving her to a state of uncontrollable frenzy and 
wanting as she floundered for what seemed an eternity in an unbearable 
purgatory of insane craving. The wetly clasping lips of her vagina squeezed 
in lewd caresses, resisting as she drew her finger outward on the downstroke 
and sucking hungrily as she shoved it back in. Spasms of obscene delight 
shook her whole body, sweeping away the last of her inhibitions with the 
salacious promise welling in her tortured loins. 

Then an even more desperate cry burst from her throat and she drew her 
finger almost completely out of her wetly trembling cunt-lips, stroking it 
in a staccato motion over the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris to send new 
and even more intense thrills darting from the pulsing depths of her cunt to 
the tips of her breasts and to the ends of her wriggling toes. She rubbed 
her hand rapidly back and forth over her turgidly quivering clitoris, 
sobbing and moaning in frustration as the relief still hovered out of reach. 
Then suddenly she gave out with an almost hideous moan as she shoved her 
middle finger savagely back into the wetly flowering cuntal mouth and 
screamed in wanton abandon to the thrilling fantasy that the sensations 
surging through her were prompted not by her own obscene finger-fucking, but 
by the young boy to whom she had done such an injustice today. She dreamed 
that she was expiating her burden of guilt with her body, that she had 
surrendered herself up to him to do with as he pleased with her in 
appeasement for the terrible wrong she'd done him. 

Jill's breasts heaved and quivered voluptuously with the insane tossing of 
her torso as she lunged her hips up and down in a lewdly hunching motion. 
Then suddenly it began, a deep trembling up inside her loins that surfaced 
swiftly in a volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breath-taking tidal 
wave of searing sensation that soared out through every inch of her madly 
thrashing body. The blood-filled lips of her cunt worked and sucked 
frenziedly at the lewd fucking of her middle finger, her breath rasping in 
short, gusting gasps as the powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her to 
a sea of bliss. 

She cried out in deliriously unintelligible pleas, wallowing in her obscene 
passion, her fingers still working frenziedly up into the warmly pulsing 
flesh of her loins. Her other hand coursed eagerly over the softly tingling 
curves of her body to caress and massage her swollen breasts and tease the 
turgid nipples to an even greater rigidity as the convulsive spasms of 
orgasm continued to shake her. 

At last Jill sank down in exhaustion on the bed, dropping her head again to 
the softness of the pillow and reaching for the sheet to pull it lightly 
over her nakedly quivering flesh. The little spasms continued to course 
through her loins for several minutes as she panted and gasped to catch her 
breath. 

Then with the unwelcome desire satiated for the moment, Jill was almost 
shocked at the realization of the depraved act she had committed and the 
devastating recognition of the warped craving that had been the source of 
her temptation. She was a nurse at the boy's prep school, responsible for 
their health and welfare. She was a mature woman and she had no want for 
male suitors, yet this afternoon she had lusted after the flesh of one of 
her young wards. And worse, that lust had placed her in a compromising 
situation and she had lied and placed the blame on him. Now, to confirm her 
warped cravings, she had finger-fucked herself to orgasm, and she'd lusted 
again for this innocent and wronged youngster as she'd done so. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Jill slipped cautiously through the door of the little bar and made her way 
in the dimly lit interior to one of the booths, uncomfortably aware of the 
appraising stares of the men seated at the bar. Though this place was only 
two blocks from her place she had never ventured here before. But she had 
been restless all afternoon and she felt what for her was a very 
uncharacteristic need. She wanted a drink. 

She asked the plump waitress for a vodka Collins and tried to ignore the 
continued stares of several of the cruder looking characters at the bar 
while she waited. When the drink finally came she drank down almost a third 
of the glass immediately, and felt at least a slight relief from the 
nervousness that had nagged her all day long. 

Jill had scrupulously avoided not only the gymnasium but Bobby Norton and 
his inner circle of friends since the horrible episode the middle of last 
week. She had been so sure the story of what had really happened that it was 
she who had really been the aggressor would have spread all over the school. 
But to her surprise she'd had no indication that was the case. It didn't 
appear that any of the other boys had even heard about the incident or that 
they knew about Bobby's month-long weekend restriction to the campus. But 
the thought of that injustice and of her own responsibility in the matter 
had gnawed incessantly at Jill's conscience ever since that horrible event 
had taken place. And now that the weekend had finally come, she could think 
of nothing but the fact that because of her wrong doing the freshman boy was 
sitting alone at school while his friends were all in town trying to make 
out with girls from local public schools. 

Jill finished her first drink quickly and ordered another. She didn't 
indulge often and already the effects of the alcohol were going to her head. 
Though it was only dusk outside, the bar was filling up quickly with the 
Saturday night crowd, mostly stag groups of men. She didn't like the kind of 
attention she was attracting, the openly lustful way their eyes consumed her 
voluptuous body. 

She sipped the second drink more slowly, then got up and left quickly when 
she distinctly heard one of the men at the bar tell his friend that he was 
going to come over and invite himself to join her. The last thing she was in 
the mood for in her present state of mind was male company, at least that 
kind of company. 

Jill walked the two blocks back to her house, then paused at the foot of the 
rock path that led up to the door. She hesitated for what must have been a 
half minute. 

She knew she would not have even been considering the idea that had come to 
her mind if it had not been for the two strong drinks she'd had. It was 
reckless, if not downright foolhardy, and an open invitation for anyone who 
might become involved to draw the wrong conclusion. And even Jill had reason 
to question her own motives, but she decided that, in spite of her 
misgivings, they were good and honest. If Bobby Norton had to sit alone at 
the school on Saturday night while his friends were out gallivanting around 
town chasing the local high school girls, the least she could do was visit 
him and try to cheer him up. And difficult as it would be to do, she was 
bound to apologize sooner or later for the terrible wrong she had done him. 
She should have taken care of that already. 

Resolutely, Jill got into her car and started the engine. She made a U-turn 
at the corner and drove back out to the edge of town to the now almost 
deserted school campus. Her heart was beating wildly with a strangely 
aroused excitement when she parked in the lot in front of the dormitory and 
got out of the car. 

Jill hardly even knew where to look for the boy. The Snack Shack would be 
closed this evening. And if he were in his dormitory room, it would hardly 
do to visit him there. Nor did she know what she would say to him when she 
did find him. She would hardly be able to blame him if he refused to accept 
her apology, and as she started up the sidewalk past the dorm she began 
almost to hope that she wouldn't find him. Then at least she could console 
herself with the knowledge that she had made a try. But even that line of 
thought did very little to quell the curiously building excitement, an 
excitement that seemed almost sexual and masochistic. One part of herself 
wanted to avoid the unpleasant and humiliating confrontation with the boy 
she had so wronged, but another part of her wanted to prostrate itself in 
supplication for forgiveness for her sin. 

Jill glanced cautiously through the windows of the main recreation room when 
she reached the end of the dorm. The lights were on, but as best she could 
tell the room was empty. Then she continued on past the main class building 
and beneath the oaks to the gymnasium, thinking there might be a chance she 
would find him there. 

The door was unlocked but from within the barn-like building, she heard not 
a sound. And it was almost impenetrably dark. Yet something seemed to beckon 
her, and she was almost breathless now as she recalled the lurid episode 
which was the first genuine exposure even to her own eyes of the lewd 
compulsion that had been nurtured in her without her own knowledge and then 
bloomed suddenly with such disastrous consequences. 

Almost tiptoeing, the young nurse crept into the gymnasium and made her way 
onto the basketball court. Again the sound of her own footsteps echoed 
rudely in the stillness, increasing her apprehension. And as Jill stood 
there in the engulfing darkness of the gymnasium, she relived again the 
lurid episode of last week, once more experiencing the unwelcome sensation 
of lust that had prompted her indiscretion and the chilling horror and shame 
as she was caught by old Mr. Klaus. Her heart was still pounding wildly in 
her breast and she could hardly catch her breath as the replay of that 
terrible nightmare consumed her. Then she started, her hand flying to her 
mouth in fear and surprise, as she heard the sound beside her. 

"Hello, Miss Marks." 

She whirled, staring toward the shaft of light that marked the doorway at 
the small shadowy figure there. "Bobby?" 

"I was watching out the dormitory window," the little boy said. 

Trembling, Jill tried to speak. But she didn't know what to say and for a 
moment she thought she had lost voice. She felt vulnerable and naked, as if 
she had been caught again in the same wrong-doing. During the moments before 
the youngster had interrupted her terrible reverie, she had so vividly 
relived that horrible episode from last week that his sudden appearance was 
almost as much a shock as old Mr. Klaus's intrusion had been that afternoon. 

"Is there a way to turn the light on?" she stammered finally in a quaking 
voice. 

The youngster moved out of the thin line of light and for a moment she 
completely lost sight of his figure in the darkness. Then he clicked on a 
small lamp over the counter, which served as a concession stand when the 
gymnasium was in use, casting a dim glow over this small corner of the 
spacious and still gloomy interior. Jill stared silently at the little boy, 
an almost feverish pleading in her eyes. A faint smile crossed his lips. 
"You look nice this evening, Miss Marks," he said. 

Something in the boy's tone took her aback. It was so completely remote from 
what she would have expected of him, a casual, everyday remark. Her eyes 
flicked down to her own body, almost as if to verify that the statement 
could be sincere. And she was surprised at the heaving of her fully 
voluptuous breasts, straining sensuously against the red blouse she wore 
above her miniskirt that temptingly revealed the white smoothness of her 
thighs. 

"I ... felt I had to talk to you, Bobby," she said, her voice still 
quivering. "I have to make you understand somehow...." The words faded out 
and she stared at him in perplexed silence. 

"Yes, Miss Marks." 

Jill glanced desperately around the dimly lit cavern of the gymnasium. At 
last her eyes fell upon the bench, the same one she had sat on that fateful 
afternoon as she watched Bobby lifting weights. 

"Can ... can we sit down?" 

The young boy nodded, still watching her with a surprising lack of 
hostility. After another short silence they both walked, as if by mutual 
consent, over to the bench. The young boy let Jill take a seat first, 
glancing out of the corner of his eye as she pulled the miniskirt down over 
the sensuously exposed whiteness of her thighs. Then he took his own place 
perhaps two feet away from her down the bench. 

Jill shifted uncomfortably, still feeling completely vulnerable, as the 
youth waited for her to say what was on her mind. Her eyes roved eagerly 
from his face down to his small muscular chest, vividly defined by his 
tight-fitting white T-shirt. 

"I don't know how to begin, Bobby," Jill said slowly. "I did something very 
terrible, I know. I don't even know how I did it, because it's not like me 
to he like that." She paused, biting her lips, feeling a constricting 
tightness rise in her throat. "Oh, I just don't know how it happened." 

The teen-ager shrugged. He had the strangest way of looking at her. It was 
almost sullen, yet not quite. It was the same impenetrable gaze he'd cast on 
her in Mr. Meyer's office after the superintendent had announced the 
punishment for his alleged misdeed. And Jill would have preferred almost any 
other conceivable reaction. Hostility or anger she could have responded to, 
but this dull stare and the seething violence she sensed from behind the 
expressionless eyes melted her and made her feel more helpless and 
vulnerable than she ever had in her life. 

"I don't know how I can ever make it up to you," Jill said. 

"I ... I guess I should go to Mr. Meyers and tell him the truth. I almost 
wish he were here now and we could both tell him. But it would be so hard 
for me to do that, Bobby. You understand, it would be so hard." 

The boy shrugged. "I guess so." 

"Oh Bobby, it would look ... it would look as if I had grabbed you, as if I 
had been trying to cover up for something ... something even more than what 
I did do." She paused again and, staring at him in desperation, said, "And 
that must have seemed so ... so terrible too. The way I was looking at you, 
and then I don't know what happened, Bobby. Your muscles just looked so nice 
and I wanted to touch them." 

The teen-ager grinned, his own eyes again dropping from her face to the 
ripely luscious swells of her breasts in a way that made her nervous and 
caused the disquieting flurry of excitement to rekindle in her loins. 

"And I've ruined your weekend, this weekend and three more ... You have a 
girl friend in town, don't you?" 

"Yes, Ma'am." 

"Charna, isn't that her name." 

"Yes ma'am." 

Jill managed a weak smile, "She's older than you, isn't she, Bobby? By a 
couple of years?" 

The boy nodded. "Yeah, but those freshman girls aren't really with it. I 
like the ones who have been around." 

Jill blushed at the mild implication she garnered in spite of the casualness 
of the remark. She'd seen the young, full-breasted blonde from public school 
that Bobby dated. And somehow now the thought of this freshman going all the 
way, screwing another woman, caused a fluttering of jealousy to rise in 
Jill's breast. She felt a strange kinship with him now. She almost imagined 
she was under his power, because he at least must have an inkling of the 
truth about her. 

Jill knew it was completely irrational for her to think like that, but she 
couldn't help it. There was, for better or worse, a bond between them, 
perpetrated by the wrong she had done the boy, cemented by the fact that he 
had stoically and unprotestingly born it. 

Jill flicked her tongue out of her mouth to moisten her voluptuous lips in a 
gesture that was unintentionally suggestive. "You would probably be with her 
now, wouldn't you." 

"Yeah. Her parents were going to be out of town tonight, and we would have 
had the house to ourselves." 

Jill blushed again at the even more vivid implication. But she couldn't stop 
herself from imagining the two beautiful youngsters together alone in a 
whole house, and the lewdly titillating visions that came to mind only 
served to further stimulate the strange and compelling excitement that 
swelled through her loins. 

"Oh Bobby, if there were just a way I could make you understand." The school 
nurse managed another nervous smile as she gazed pleadingly at the young 
boy. "I've spoiled everything, I know. I've spoiled everything and you'll 
never forgive me." 

The little boy shrugged again. "I understand, Miss Marks. I can see how 
you'd think what you were doing would look bad to Mr. Klaus, and you just 
said what was natural. If it had been me that grabbed you, I might have said 
the same thing." 

The even lewder and more exciting suggestion in that statement caused a new 
thrill of yearning to flutter through Jill's tingling breasts. In it was the 
unmistakable implication that it had been she who had grabbed him, that she 
had really grabbed him. And she had to admit that she had been on the verge 
of it. She'd never in her life been stimulated in exactly that manner. On a 
purely physical level she had experienced a quality of passion elevated and 
apart from the gross and vulgar animalism she usually associated with sex. 
And even in the way she had touched him, that quality was manifest. She had 
not really grabbed him, mauled him, had not groped at his flesh. She had 
touched it lightly, with all the reverence one might touch a great work of 
art. And the boy's body was really that, a true work of art. 

"I forgive you, Miss Marks," Bobby said suddenly, interrupting her confused 
thoughts. 

Jill looked back at him almost with surprise. Accompanying the unwelcome 
tingling sensations that darted through her softly moistening loins was a 
sudden bursting warmth and gratitude, an affection that went beyond passion, 
assuming almost the level of worship. A soft whimper rose spontaneously in 
her throat as she gazed at him with beaming eyes that almost filled with 
tears. Then she couldn't help herself. She had to touch him again. 

Bobby grinned openly as the school nurse reached towards him, wrapping her 
arms around the rippling muscles of his shoulders and pulling him over to 
her voluptuously inviting body. It began as a hug, the kind of hug a woman 
might give her own child. It began out of the purest motives. Jill wanted to 
express in the most primitive and perfect fashion her appreciation, her 
deeply felt gratitude, for his generosity. She hugged his young face snugly 
up against the softly swelling mounds of her breasts, making further 
whimpering sounds in her throat as she nuzzled her chin and cheek into his 
curly hair, pulling and holding him even more tightly to her and smothering 
softly tender kisses into his hair and over his forehead and down to his 
eyebrows. She twisted her body about on the hard wood bench, sliding her 
softly rounded buttocks along the rough surface toward him. To ease the 
strain on her lower back she lifted one of her teasingly exposed thighs and 
straddled the bench to face the youth. Her fingers worked thoughtlessly over 
the rippling muscles of his back and she squirmed up against his chest, 
feeling tingles of lewdly inspired sensation course from the rigidly 
swelling points of her nipples with their friction against the sheer, netted 
fabric of her brassiere. A little flame of passion was kindled far up inside 
her loins and the searing heat of arousal began to fan out through every 
fiber of her body. 

Then abruptly an electric volt shot through her and she almost cried out in 
alarm at Bobby's shocking response. His hands moved suddenly up her flanks 
and slipped between their bodies to caress and massage the full swollen 
mounds of her breasts. He shifted the direction of his face and his lips 
came wetly over hers, his tongue darting hungrily between her parted teeth, 
his breath flowing hotly into her mouth. 

Jill's body stiffened from the sudden surge of excitement and the paralyzing 
shock that for a moment left her immobilized, completely unable to resist as 
Bobby's hands massaged down into the vibrantly resisting flesh of her 
breasts and his tongue continued to swipe searingly into her mouth. He 
kissed her so hard that her lips were almost bruised against her teeth. Then 
the soft eager rubbing of her hands on the taut muscles of his back ceased, 
and for a moment she even stopped her breathing. At last, with a sudden 
hissing sound in her throat, she jerked her lips back from the boy's mouth, 
her hands moving from his shoulders around to his chest to push him firmly 
away from her. 

"Why, you impudent little...! " she gasped in shock and horror. "How dare 
you...? " she began in an almost hysterically shrill voice. Then she broke 
off as the boy's eyes met hers with that same emotionless gaze. It was the 
precise cold and emotionless expression she'd seen on his face in 
Superintendent Meyer's office after she had confirmed the original lie to 
save her own skin and abandoned the youngster to the unjust punishment. 

Jill was suddenly shockingly aware of the pressure of the edge of the bench 
up between the inner softness of her thighs from her straddling position 
over it. Her body was tingling all over with little shocks of desire and her 
breath came in heavily strained gasps that caused her breasts to rise and 
fall in a heaving motion against the constricting cups of her brassiere. It 
was just like the time before when Mr. Klaus had come. Again she had been 
caught. Her lust had revealed itself. And she had responded by trying to 
place the blame on someone else. 

"I didn't mean that Bobby," Jill sobbed in desperation. "I didn't mean it. 
Please, I'm sorry." 

She leaned toward the young student again, now tenderly moving her hand up 
to caress his cheeks, pulling his face slowly toward hers. A voice in the 
back of her mind tried to tell her that what she was doing was insane. She 
heard it but she didn't listen. Her breasts were almost bursting with the 
love and gratitude that welled up in them, and she kissed him again on the 
lips, parting her lips to suck his tongue eagerly into her own mouth. Her 
body trembled with feverish excitement as once more she crushed the firmly 
moulded mounds of her breasts to his chest, as once more she was made 
shockingly aware of the pressure of the bench edge up against the softly 
pulsing flesh between her thighs. Then she reached down and took one of his 
wrists, lifting his hand back up to the straining swells of her breasts, 
little mewls of pleasure issuing from her throat as he caressed from the 
outside of her brassiere cups. 

Jill gave out with a muffled gasp as she felt the teen-ager's hand slip into 
the neck of her blouse. He deftly loosened a button to gain access to the 
lust-swollen upper portions of her breasts, then worked his fingers in a 
searing trail down the vibrantly pulsing flesh and into one of the cups to 
find electrifying contact with her tingling little nipple. 

Jill continued to respond with unrestrained passion to his kiss even as she 
tried to shake her head in a gesture of protest. Then a little shiver passed 
through her body as she felt his fingers lightly pinch the rigidly swollen 
flesh of the nipple. With a strained gasp she parted her lips from the 
boy's, rubbing her cheek tenderly against his face, her tongue flicking out 
to stroke over the sensitive lobe of his ear. 

"No, please Bobby. Don't do that. Just let me kiss you and hold you," she 
purred into his ear in response to the maddening stroking of his finger on 
the sensuously throbbing little bud. But he paid her no heed. His own lips 
trailed hungrily over the sensitive flesh of her neck and down toward her 
shoulder, and his hands flicked open two more of the buttons of her blouse, 
to give him greater access to the soft white flesh of her feminine torso. 
Then an even deeper moan rose in her throat as she felt him pull one of the 
brassiere cups completely away from the softly pulsing breast, completely 
exposing the firmly up-thrust mound of flesh and the tiny hardened nipple. 

"No, Bobby, please don't," she whispered. Then another mewl of wanton 
passion rose spontaneously in her throat as she felt the boy's lips move 
lower and his tongue suddenly slurped right over the hard little nipple-bud 
to cause her whole voluptuous body to jerk in a spasm of delight. 

"Oh no. No, Bobby," she gasped. But even as she voiced the protest, Jill 
arched her shoulders back, thrusting the lustfully exposed mound of her 
breast even more eagerly into the young teen-ager's wetly sucking lips. 

She sobbed in helpless submission before the wanton onslaught of rising 
passion as Bobby continued to suck fervently at the tingling little nipple, 
his other hand sliding up inside her blouse from the back to deftly undo the 
snap of her brassiere. 

Then suddenly her body stiffened again as she felt his fingers stroking 
softly down over her stomach, down beneath the waist of her skirt to slip 
inside the tight elastic waistband of her panties and brush teasingly 
through the softly curling hair of her cunt. She clenched her eyes shut, 
fighting with all her strength against the suddenly unchecked sensations 
that began to surge even more wantonly through her loins. But the soft 
stimulation of his tongue and teeth flicking maddeningly at the swollen 
sensitivity of her nipple and the even more depraved sensation of his hand 
stroking down through the sparsely curling strands of pubic hair, brought 
forth even more desperate cries of submission to her lips. She knew if she 
let him go any further there would be no way either one of them could stop. 

"Oh Bobby, Bobby, we have got to stop," she whimpered, squirming her body in 
feeble resistance to the student's efforts to work his hand lower. 

He nestled his head hungrily up against the swelling softness of her breast, 
his hand pulling at the other brassiere cup to completely expose both of the 
lushly swelling mounds. He burrowed his head eagerly into the softly 
forbidden valley between them, his tongue darting with tantalizing shocks 
over her sensitively pulsing flesh. 

"But Miss Marks, please! I've been waiting all week to go see my girl 
friend, and I'm so hot I can't hardly stand it." 

"No, we've got to stop, we've got to stop," she muttered in an incessant and 
barely intelligible jumble. 

"Here, Miss Marks, here," he whispered into her ear. "Feel me, Miss Marks, 
feel how hard it is." 

Jill shivered with an even more wanton chill of excitement at that obscene 
suggestion. Her body was about to explode into a thousand little electric 
sparks of unquenched lust. Her loins were on fire and every inch of her 
desire tortured flesh cried out in lewd surrender to the passion that raged 
out of control in her beyond all her efforts at restraint. Her fingers 
fidgeted nervously, then at last they moved cautiously to the young boy's 
levi-clad thigh. They started to inch slowly upward, then stopped, trembling 
as she fought the lewd compulsion with all her failing will. 

"Oh please, Miss Marks! I wouldn't even be stuck here now if it weren't for 
you." 

With a final sob of remorse and surrender Jill moved her hand suddenly up 
the boy's thigh, brushing across the fly of his levis to bring her fingers 
into shocking contact with the throbbing hardness of his penis tenting up 
inside his trousers. Her hand pressed firmly down against the resilient 
shaft and began to stroke rhythmically up and down on the outside of the 
trousers. 

For a moment the boy seemed to quiver against her, paralyzed with his own 
raging need. Then an even more wildly impassioned moan burst from Jill's 
lips as his hand suddenly worked further down into her panties to find 
lust-inspiring contact with her tingling little clitoris. 

"Oh no! Oh, Bobby, no!" the tormented young nurse whimpered, her buttocks 
beginning to undulate back and forth along the bench. Little mewls of 
pleasure issued spontaneously from her as his fingers started brushing up 
and down over the sensitive little bud and flicked shockingly down into the 
dilating slit of her cunt to part the blood-swollen cuntal lips and spread 
the moisture that had begun to seep freely out. 

"Oh Bobby! Bobby!" She purred in delirium, hugging his face to the warmly 
heaving mounds of her breasts, squirming them up against his beardless young 
face as she felt his fingers begin to stroke even deeper into her pulsating 
cuntal flesh. She knew she'd already let herself go too near the point of no 
return. The flourishing warmth swelling in her body for more and more of the 
obscenely stimulating sensation was beginning to overwhelm her. She'd never 
been so aroused in her life. Not even the act of intercourse itself had ever 
brought her to such a state, to such a brilliant promise of ecstasy. But she 
had to stop it somehow. She just had to. 

Jill managed for the brief instant required to rally all the last stray 
remnants of moral fiber she possessed. She didn't even know how she did it 
herself, but with a strained cry of protest she tore herself away from the 
teen-age boy and somehow jerked his hand up out of her panties and from the 
waist of her miniskirt. 

Gasping for breath, she slid back several feet from him on the gymnasium 
bench, looking at him in shock and dismay, then letting her eyes descend to 
the lewdly exposed sight of her own voluptuous body. 

She was a picture of shame and disarray. Her blouse was completely 
unbuttoned down the front. Her brassiere had been unsnapped and the cups 
pulled up so they rested loosely above her firmly proportioned breasts. The 
snap and zipper of her miniskirt had been undone so that it hung parted 
almost to her thigh to reveal her thin bikini panties and, through them, the 
soft white flesh of her buttocks. The nakedly exposed nipples stood up from 
her breasts in tingling rigidity and shone with the saliva from Bobby's 
mouth where he had kissed and licked and sucked them until she thought she 
was going to go out of her mind. 

Then she looked back at the young boy. He stared at her with feverish eyes, 
his face crimson with his own wildly aroused desire. The bulging erection of 
his cock swelled the crotch of his levis and the lewdly erected tent in his 
trousers only served to remind Jill how much beyond the limits of sanity 
they had ventured. 

"We've gone too far to stop now, Miss Marks," the freshman said in a voice 
that was almost grim. Something in his tone was even more shocking to Jill 
then the sight of her own obscene state of half-undress. There seemed to be 
something too cold, too demanding, almost threatening, in the way he said 
that, and for a moment Jill was almost afraid of him. 

"Please, Miss Marks, look at me, I'm about to go crazy." 

Jill almost smiled in spite of the frustration that racked her own body. But 
she was relieved now. Again he seemed like the same innocent youngster to 
whom she had felt bonded by the shared knowledge of her own warped lust. And 
there was wisdom in what he'd said before: they had gone too far. She 
couldn't leave him like this. All this was as much her fault as his, and she 
had taken the youngster far beyond the point where she had a right to stop 
him. And she wanted it as bad as he did, she had to admit it. 

But she still knew that if she yielded completely to her desires right now 
she would never have any redemption from the compulsion that was unleashed. 
She would bear her own self-denial no matter how maddeningly frustrating 
that might be. But she could hardly condemn young Bobby Norton to do the 
same. 

Jill cast her eyes back down to the bulging erection at his crotch and spoke 
softly with a quivering voice. "Maybe you'd better lock the door." 

"There's not anybody going to come now, Miss Marks. There's not anybody here 
but us." 

"All right," Jill said almost in a whisper. "I'm going to do something for 
you, Bobby. I know I can't leave you like this. Just please promise me 
you'll never tell anyone. Afterwards we'll both try to forget it happened." 

"Oh, I promise, Miss Marks. I promise I won't ever tell." 

"Then give me your handkerchief." 

Bobby looked at the school nurse strangely for a moment, then reached into 
his back pocket and took out a crumpled white handkerchief. He handed it to 
her and as he watched with shock and surprise, Jill reached with trembling 
fingers down to the crotch of his trousers and unzipped his fly. Feeling the 
youth's hips squirm excitedly beneath her touch, she worked her hand inside 
the fly of the levis and tugged his jockey shorts slowly down off the madly 
throbbing rigidity of his cock. 

Jill hissed with lascivious hunger as it jerked free with a sudden lewd 
springing motion, looming full and proud in pulsing erection out of his fly. 
A little quiver of passion darted through her own body as she entwined her 
fingers lightly around the hotly pulsing resilience of the fleshy shaft and 
with a little downward motion tugged the foreskin back to better expose the 
blood-engorged head. There was a small drop of seminal fluid that had seeped 
from the glans at the tip and glistened invitingly there as Jill began to 
draw the skin up and down on the throbbing shaft in a sensuously rhythmic 
motion. She continued to slowly caress the little boy's hard young cock for 
several moments before he finally spoke. 

"But Miss Marks, I want...." 

"I know what you want, Bobby," the young nurse purred through her strained 
and hastened breath. "And I want it too. But I can't. I am not like that, 
Bobby. But I know I can't leave you like this either. So just sit still and 
let me help you this way, and then I'll go." 

For a moment longer the boy scowled in silent protest. Then as Jill 
quickened the lewdly shocking motion of her hand up and down on the 
pulsating shaft of his cock, the frown faded from his face. She heard his 
breath begin to come in even hoarser gasps and he started to squirm his hips 
wantonly in excited response to the obscene teasings of her hand up and down 
on the pulsating shaft of his cock, the frown faded from his face. She heard 
his breath begin to come in even hoarser gasps and he started to squirm his 
hips wantonly in excited response to the obscene teasings of her hand 
working up and down on his youthful cock. Her own body still trembled with 
the rampaging desires that continued to course from her loins out through 
her belly to the tingling tips of her breasts, and her breath was coming in 
an equally strained panting as she further hastened the movements of her 
hand on the shaft of his jerking penis that seemed to swell even larger with 
each successive stroke. 

Then with her other hand she reached up and unbuttoned his trousers above 
the top of the zipper to open his fly and better expose his thinly-haired 
young loins to her view. As she continued her obscene masturbation of his 
thickly swelling young cock, she gazed through watering eyes down at the 
sparsely curling hair of his pubis and the little wrinkled sac of his balls 
that she could just glimpse between his thighs. His penis twitched in her 
hand as if with its own tensely aroused longing and the blood-filled head 
looked as if it could burst any minute and send the fragrant young sperm 
shooting up wildly into the air. 

But this wasn't enough. Though Jill was determined to deny herself the 
utmost satisfaction her body now so desperately cried out for, she wanted to 
do more than this for the young student. There was something almost 
degrading in it. In his own now maddeningly excited lust, he was 
defenseless. He was the receiver, she still too much the aggressor. And she 
was still plagued by the horrible wrong she had done him. She felt almost 
the need to worship him now, to subjugate herself for his pleasure, and 
shocking as the prospect was, she knew only one way to really do that. 

Slowly Jill decreased the swift up and down motions of her hand until the 
strokes became only a slow and tedious inching along the hotly throbbing 
shaft of his cock. Another little bubble of seminal fluid appeared to shine 
invitingly at the glans at the tip, and she watched it hungrily, unable to 
quell the even more lewdly shocking thought that had entered her mind. She 
had never felt this way in her life, but she wanted to do this for him so 
badly now she couldn't stop herself. At last Jill completely ceased the 
motions of her hands, looking up through narrowed eyes at the boy's excited 
face. Her tongue flicked teasingly from her mouth to moisten her soft full 
lips, and she spoke in a breathless and quivering voice. "Bobby, I'm going 
to suck you off. Do you want me to? Do you want to cum in my mouth instead 
of the handkerchief?" 

The youth gulped, swallowing hard, nodding his head vigorously up and down 
though only disbelief registered in his eyes. 

Slowly Jill leaned her face down toward his nakedly exposed loins, bending 
the thickly swelling resilience backwards until it was pointed straight up 
toward her moistened lips. She paused again, her face poised very low over 
his trembling loins as she resumed the gentle skinning up and down the shaft 
of his eagerly twitching cock. Her lips were a bare inch from the tip and 
she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her breath to 
blow teasingly over the wetly glistening little slit in the end to prompt a 
further excited jerking of the little boy's hips. 

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

Now Bobby's blunt words obscenely thrilled her, and her tongue flicked 
gingerly from the glistening moisture of her lips, the saliva-wetted tip of 
it coming into titillating contact with the throbbing blood-filled head of 
his cock. She circled it slowly about the smooth rubber-like flesh as she 
heard Bobby moan and felt his hips twitch in response to the lustfully 
exciting sensation. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny 
opening of the glans at the end and darted wetly into it, flicking up the 
little drop of seminal fluid that hung there. The tangy taste only further 
stimulated her and her hand slipped eagerly down to the base of the rigidly 
pulsing shaft as her lips parted to take just the throbbing tip of it into 
her mouth. Her lingers played teasingly through the dark curls of pubic hair 
and lovingly caressed the tightly stretched sac that held the teen-ager's 
sperm-filled balls as her tongue flicked down over the smoothly straining 
shaft. She planted moist kisses around the jerking tip and traced an obscene 
path down the length of the base so that her nose brushed right into the 
thin strands of curly hair. As he squirmed beneath her she continued to play 
and tease him, flicking her tongue lightly, breathing softly over the 
sensitively pulsing shaft, yet refusing to really suck it, to give him the 
wanton satisfaction his lust now so urgently demanded. Then suddenly, with a 
deep groan in his throat, the young student reached his hands down into her 
long blonde hair and tugged her face in closer to him as he drove his loins 
up eagerly. 

Jill gave out with a muffled moan as the full length of the boy's 
lust-inflamed hardness came shoving up into her yielding mouth, the 
massively throbbing head plunging down the full length to embed itself in 
the back of her throat as Bobby squirmed his loins even harder up into her 
face. She took a lewdly masochistic pleasure in the boy's sudden aggressive 
act and surrendered her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating 
head of Ms penis crush into the voluptuous tenderness and warmth of her 
mouth. She closed her eyes, basking in a strange sea of joy and submission, 
the fleshy young penis almost choking her. 

With a wanton moan Jill closed her lips tightly down over the moistened base 
of his cock as she began to work her head in a lewd bobbing movement up and 
down over his loins, swishing her tongue in wild tantalizing movements 
around the sensitively pulsing head. 

"Let's twist around so we face each other, Miss Marks," the little boy said 
in a gusty voice. 

"Yes, yes," Jill murmured without even removing her lips from the massively 
throbbing flesh that plunged eagerly up between them. She continued sucking 
the freshman as he lifted one of his own legs and crossed it over the 
gymnasium bench to straddle it so that he could he comfortably forward, with 
her face directly between his thighs. Her naked breast crushed down on the 
hardwood, causing a renewed, titillating friction on her nipples as she 
lustfully squirmed her exposed torso, and the position served to make it 
easier for the muscular youth to lunge the throbbing rigidity of his cock 
even deeper into her willing mouth as he began to course his hands hungrily 
over the sensitively naked flesh of her back. 

Now that she'd shed the last of her inhibitions, Jill concentrated all her 
efforts on sucking young Bobby's cock. With even deeper and more salacious 
murmurs swelling in her throat, she resumed the frenziedly up and down 
bobbing of her head, her lips stretched tightly by the blood-engorged rod of 
flesh that plunged up into the warm moist cavern of her mouth, her tongue 
still darting in wildly teasing sweeps around the pulsating head. She sucked 
with ravenous hunger for the sweet tasting semen she knew most already be 
beginning to well up in the youngster's hotly throbbing testicles, swiping 
her tongue in soft licking movements down the resiliently pulsing shaft, 
muffled mewls of passion issuing from her throat out around the base. 

"Oh wow, Miss Marks, that feels so good!" she heard the boy gasp as she 
began to suck with an even more wanton fervor over his jerking loins and he 
began to fuck lewdly in and out of her roundly ovaled lips. 

Louder mewls of lust-incited submission spewed from her lips around the base 
of the throbbing cock as Bobby's hips began to bounce and jerk on the bench. 
She felt his hands touch the softly trembling flesh of her shoulders and 
move down her back in a tender caress that convinced her that he was truly 
forgiving her for the wrong she had done him. The gratitude that welled in 
her breast only caused her to further intensify her eager sucking of the 
lust-inflamed hardness surging hotly into her gratefully yielding mouth. 

Then her own body began to bounce and twist with an even greater passion as 
she felt the boy's hands drop beneath her arms to caress her sensuously 
swelling breasts, his fingers tweaking teasingly over the softly throbbing 
buds of her nipples. She sobbed in abandon, her own half-naked body coming 
savagely to life as she felt the youngster's knees stiffen against her 
breast his hips began to twitch and quiver from the life-giving sperm that 
surged hotly in his testicles. 

"Uh-oh. Miss Marks. I think I'm going to cum," Bobby gasped. 

Jill resisted in protest as she felt the youngster's strong hands suddenly 
pushing up on her breasts, trying to lift her face from his lustfully 
excited loins. Then with a superhuman effort the boy shoved her up, his 
surging cock springing from her lips as he lifted her almost to an upright 
sitting position. 

"I can't help it, Miss Marks. I can't hold it any longer." 

"That's all right, Bobby," she purred. "That's all right. I want you to cum 
in my mouth. I want you to," Jill sobbed in protest as he stared back at her 
in awe, still holding her away from his loins. Then at last he dropped his 
hands from her naked flesh and she plunged her lips back down between his 
thighs to greedily seize the hard throbbing rigidity of his penis and suck 
it again to her mouth as he thrust it up even more violently between her 
lips. 

An instant later the first droplet of the fresh-tasting young sperm shot in 
a thin, viscous stream far into the back of her throat. Jill gulped it down, 
her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed rapidly to keep 
from choking. Bobby groaned, his hands kneading at the trembling nakedness 
of her breast, his buttocks jerking up even more furiously as the school 
nurse clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around his madly throbbing 
hardness, twirling her tongue in great circles over the twitching head to 
suck it completely dry, not wanting to loose a single precious droplet of 
the vital semen. 

Then at last the boy's hips sank down against the gymnasium bench and Jill 
felt his knees trembling against her breast as she continued her wantonly 
hungry sucking until she had swallowed every last droplet of his lewdly 
shooting cum and licked clean the glistening saliva-coated shaft of his 
cock. She felt his spent penis begin to deflate, then just as it was about 
to slip from her lips another eager twitching began and it started to surge 
with rejuvenated lust back into her mouth. She sobbed in soft protest as she 
felt Bobby's hands pushing up on the softly yielding swells of her breasts. 

Once more he lifted her up to a seated position on the bench, then shoved 
her gently down until she was reclining in total surrender on her back, her 
thighs already spread in wide invitation from her straddled position on the 
hardwood bench. She closed her eyes, basking in a lustful delirium as she 
felt his hands working her miniskirt up to completely expose the whiteness 
of her thighs and the thinly transparent panties that covered the softly 
inviting mound of her cunt. Little mewls of pleasure poured from her lips as 
she felt the boy's hands stroke up the tautly straining inner tendon of her 
thigh. Then his finger flicked with sudden titillating effect inside the 
tight leg band of her panties pulling it aside and brushing teasingly up 
through the softly curling strands of pubic hair that lined the pulsing 
pussy-slit. A low wail rose in her throat at the first stunning shock of his 
finger right up on the rigidly throbbing little bud of her clitoris. 

As her hips lunged up in an eagerly gyrating motion, Jill was aware that 
Bobby was trying with his other hand to tug his levis down. Then her 
buttocks shivered in an involuntarily spasmic response as his middle finger 
slipped wetly up into her moistly sensitive cunt. She opened her eyes, 
staring up crazily as she felt the distant sensations begin far up in her 
belly, coursing up through every inch of her flesh in a wantonly arousing 
torrent of bliss. 

She couldn't help herself. The masochistic excitement of sucking the young 
teenager until he came, of swallowing every drop of his life-giving cum, had 
stimulated her passion beyond control and now it consumed her. Just the feel 
of his hand up between her thighs in the softly quivering flesh of her cunt 
and the tingling little bud of her clitoris was enough. As an ear-piercing 
scream suddenly burst from her lips and echoed rudely back to her from the 
reaches of the gymnasium, the power of her orgasm flooded wantonly up in her 
loins. She lifted up her hands to run her fingers eagerly through her hair, 
further arching the nakedly quivering mounds of her breasts as she twisted 
and writhed her exposed torso and lunged her hips in a furiously fucking 
motion. The youngster seemed to sense what was happening to her and 
instinctively knew how to fulfill her needs as his fingers began to fuck 
swiftly in and out of the lust-moistened flesh of her hungrily-begging cunt, 
the shocking strokes increasing in intensity to the waves of orgasm flowing 
through her body. 

Jill closed her eyes, languishing in a sea of ecstasy as the little tremors 
coursed up and down from her loins through the softly trembling flesh of her 
body. The racking spasms consumed her, continuing until she thought they 
would never end. Then at last she opened her eyes, again staring in delirium 
down at her lustfully writhing nakedness, then looking up toward the dark 
ceiling of the gymnasium. At last her gaze shifted to the tiers of the 
bleachers, and for a fleeting instant she had the craziest fantasy that they 
were not empty, but filled with a madly cheering crowd. 

A sob rose in Jill's throat as she realized how far beyond the boundaries of 
sanity she had gone in her actions today. Then she looked back at the 
youngster, who watched her with renewed passion. And she knew suddenly that 
it was the inevitable to which she had yielded. As insane and terrible as 
her submission to her warped lusts had been, she now took a strange comfort 
in the fact that she could not have helped herself. Sooner or later it would 
have had to happen anyway. But she knew she couldn't take anymore now. Her 
desire had temporarily been satiated by the sudden unexpected orgasm that 
had welled up beyond control through every lust-maddened fiber of her body 
and somehow she had to have some time now to come to grips with herself. 

"I want to fuck you, Miss Marks," the teenaged student said. 

Jill managed a feeble smile as she shook her head lightly from side to side. 
"No Bobby, I can't take anymore now." She paused. "I'll come back tomorrow 
evening at the same time. You can fuck me then." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Bobby Norton and his friend Jimmy paid for their Cokes at the cashier and 
made their way to the last unoccupied table at the rear of the crowded Snack 
Shack. 

"Well, how did your hot date go this weekend, Champ?" asked Bobby. "You 
didn't loose your virginity by any chance, did you?" 

Jimmy blushed slightly then shook his head. "She let me feel her tits, but 
that's as far as I could get." He looked up grimly. "And you know that just 
makes it worse, I'm hornier now that I've ever been, and I still don't think 
I'll ever get laid." 

Bobby grinned. "Next week." 

"Next week, what?" 

"You'll get laid next week, I think." Bobby said with a broad smile. 

Jimmy stared at him curiously for a moment then looked down again. "I 
wouldn't count on it, it's taken me three months to get into her bra, and I 
wouldn't be surprised if it takes even longer with her panties. But I guess 
you know how it feels, sitting out here with nothing to do. Boy, that Nurse 
Marks! She sure got you in a mess!" 

"How would you like to have her for that first piece of ass?" Bobby asked. 

Jimmy stared at him in awe. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, I wasn't exactly alone last night," Bobby said smugly. "Miss Marks 
came by to apologize for having gotten me into trouble, and just to prove 
how sorry she was she sucked my cock." 

"Holy shit! Are you kidding, man?" 

"She came here to the school?" 

"Right in the gymnasium. Jimmy, it was the craziest thing I ever saw in my 
life. She just couldn't stop herself. And she sucked me off till I came in 
her mouth." 

"In her mouth! I don't believe it." 

Bobby sipped his Coke, grinning. "She wanted to, man. I even played like I 
was going to stop her but she said she wanted me to cum in her mouth. She 
wanted me to, and she swallowed my cum and everything!" 

"And you fucked her too?" 

"No," Bobby admitted. "But she's coming back tonight, and I'm sure going to 
fuck her then. And you know what else? You are going to be watching, with 
your camera." 

Jimmy looked at his friend thoughtfully for a moment. He took off his 
glasses and scratched his eyes. Then an understanding grin burst over his 
face. "Do you think we can get away with it?" 

"Sure we can get away with it. We'll do it in the auditorium, right behind 
the stage. And you'll be upstairs taking the pictures. Monday I'll drop them 
by the clinic, and then I'm sure the school nurse will be only too happy to 
help you out with your problem." 

"Oh boy! I don't know if I can wait." Jimmy said excitedly. Then he looked 
up shrewdly. "You're not kidding me are you?" 

"Cross my heart," said Bobby. 

Then the two boys were interrupted by Bo Baldwin, the only other freshman 
besides Bobby to have played on the championship varsity team this year, who 
lumbered up and sat down at the table. 

"Tell you the rest of it later," Bobby said under his breath. 

"How are things?" Bo asked. 

The two youngsters shrugged. Then a thoughtful look came over Jimmy's face 
as he eyed the big hulking lad, who was known around the campus primarily 
for his less than considerable intellect, and for having the biggest cock of 
any boy in school. Bo also had a reputation for honesty and Jimmy knew for a 
fact that the happy-go-lucky clod was just as much in need of deflowering as 
himself. 

"I got an idea," said Jimmy. "Why don't we tell Bo?" 

"Huh?" Bo asked looking back and forth from the two boys. "Why don't we 
really do it all the way?" said Jimmy. "The pictures won't lie, but we might 
as well get another witness just to make sure we've really got her." 

"I think you've got something there," said Bobby. "We can really turn her 
on. Hell, we can turn her on to the whole school if we feel like it." 

"What are you fellas talking about?" asked Bo still shifting his gaze 
curiously back from one of them to the other. 

"We're talking about Miss Marks, the school nurse," said Jimmy. 

"She's coming over here to see me tonight and you and Jimmy are going to 
watch me fuck her behind the stage in the auditorium." 

"No kidding? asked Bo. "Miss Marks is gonna let you fuck her?" 

"She sucked his cock last night," Jimmy whispered. 

"Boy!" Bo gasped. "I can't hardly wait to see that." 

* * * 

A little after dark Jimmy Miller consulted his watch, then nodded 
authoritatively at the hulking youngster seated beside him on his bunk. 
"O.K. we'd better get over there," Jimmy said, rising. 

Bo Baldwin got up and followed the smaller boy out of the room and down the 
hall to the stairs. Jimmy clutched his camera cautiously to his chest as 
they passed through the swinging doors at the dormitory entrance and started 
down the walk toward the auditorium. "Just hope this isn't a snipe hunt," 
said Jimmy. 

"Snipe hunt?" asked Bo. 

"Yeah, I've terrible visions of the two of us sitting up there in that 
little staircase in the dark all night waiting for something that was never 
going to happen anyway. Damn that Bobby, I just can't believe that he was 
telling the truth when he said that Nurse Marks came over here and sucked 
him off last night." 

"How are we gonna get in there anyway?" Bo asked as they reached the main 
class building. 

"I have a key made from when I was assistant director to the one-act play 
last year. This is a good place to come and smoke pot after lunch." 

"Pot?" Bo asked with disbelief. 

"Yeah, pot," said Jimmy. They rounded the corner of the class building and 
crossed to the side entrance of the auditorium. Jimmy glanced cautiously 
about, then extracted a key ring from his pocket and fumbled through them 
until he had the right one. He let them in, then, feeling his way in the 
almost impenetrable darkness inside the auditorium, Jimmy led the bigger 
youngster back behind the stage and past the old couch, which had been used 
for the living room set of the junior play, and up the cramped little 
staircase at the end of the corridor. Now there was nothing to do but wait. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

About thirty minutes passed before the two boys heard the side door to the 
auditorium open with a loud creak, followed by the sound of footsteps. 

"Shhhh. There they come," Jimmy whispered, nudging the hulking youngster 
seated above him on the narrow staircase. 

The two boys waited in tense silence, sweating from the stifling heat as 
they heard the sounds of the two people coming into the auditorium and 
making their ways along the little corridor that led backstage. Then they 
heard her voice. 

"Bobby, wait just a minute, please. I have to explain something to you." It 
was the school nurse's voice. 

Through the cracked doorway to the staircase they saw the lights behind the 
stage go on. 

"Oh Bobby! Won't someone see us?" 

"Nobody's gonna see us," Bobby said. "There's just one window back here and 
it's got a black curtain over it." 

Down in the narrow little corridor, Jill gazed with a flushed face at the 
cute young boy. In spite of the vow she had made before she'd come here 
tonight, she felt an undeniable surge of excitement and want as her eyes 
roved hungrily over his small muscular figure. But she'd already resolved 
that she couldn't go through with the lewd act she had promised last night. 
As badly as she wanted the boy, she had to deny herself. She had to seize 
control of her depraved lust now, before it overcame her for evermore. 

"See, here's this couch," Bobby said. "It's almost as good as a bed." 

"Bobby, I've got to tell you something. Turn around and listen to me." 

Jill took a deep breath, her eyes glossing over as she looked down 
pleadingly at him. She flicked her tongue softly out of her mouth to moisten 
her sensuously parted lips, her body trembling. 

"Bobby. What happened yesterday, when I made love to you with my mouth ... 
that was an accident." 

"Jesus," thought Jimmy Miller, straining his ears to hear her soft voice 
from his concealed position on the staircase. So Bobby hadn't been lying. 
The school nurse really had sucked his cock! 

"I don't understand," said Bobby. "I thought you wanted to." 

Jill bit her lip. A few hours ago she'd been so sure. She thought she had 
even worked it out in her mind how she could explain to the handsome youth 
why she couldn't let herself go any further. She'd thought she knew the 
words with which she could explain away yesterday's wanton exhibition as an 
accident. Yet now it didn't seem to make any sense, even to her. The whole 
line of thought was a jumble in her tortured mind. 

"Of course I wanted to Bobby," she whispered. "Of course I did. And I guess 
I might as well admit ... I still want to make love to you. But don't you 
understand? What we're doing is wrong. It's wrong for me to feel the way I 
do. We've got to stop ourselves before it goes any further. You're an 
innocent young boy, Bobby. And I'm corrupting you." Jill's voice faded and 
she bit her lip to fight down the tears that almost welled in her eyes at 
the little boy's downcast look. 

Bobby hung his head for a moment, then looked up brightly. "You're not 
corrupting me, Miss Marks. Honest!" 

"Oh Bobby," she sighed. Then she set her lips grimly, shaking her head. "I'm 
going now Bobby. I have to. I just hope you won't be too angry with me." 

Jill paused again as she saw the now familiar sullen look come back into 
Bobby's eyes. Once more she was reminded of her responsibility for the 
unjust punishment he was submitting to. And she realized that it must be 
terrible for him. It was almost like being in reform school. 

"But I'm stuck here all by myself," Bobby said hanging his head again. Then 
gazing up at her again with a hound-dog look in his blue eyes. "I'm here by 
myself and my girl friend's probably got another date for next weekend. And 
you told me, Miss Marks. You coming here tonight is the only thing I've had 
to look forward to all day." 

Jill retreated backwards as the boy stepped slowly toward her. 

"I'm sorry Bobby, I'm so sorry for what I've done to you but ... " 

"And I like you Miss Marks, I really like you, too. More than any of the 
girls here in town." 

"Oh no, Bobby, please don't touch me now," she gasped suddenly with a loud 
sucking of her breath. 

Up the stair case young Jimmy Miller could control his curiosity no longer. 
Turning in the darkness and making a gesture for silence with his finger 
against his lips, he stepped lightly down the stairs to peer out through the 
crack in the door into the corridor. 

"No, please don't Bobby," the school nurse whimpered again as Jimmy saw his 
friend Bobby step closer to the shapely blonde, whose body was now pressed 
in retreat up against the wall at the far end of the corridor. Jimmy could 
see the crazed frenzy in Miss Marks' eyes as Bobby's hand moved up to caress 
the sensuously straining fullness of her breast. He heard the soft whimper 
rise in her throat as the youngster pressed his body to her, his hand 
eagerly crushing the up-thrust mound. 

"Oh please don't, Bobby! Please don't do that to me!" Jill begged, looking 
down in a mingling of horror and excitement as the boy pressed his muscular 
body against hers, his hand moving away from her breast to her back and 
dropping to the firmly squirming ripeness of her buttocks as his loins drove 
hard against her softly inviting thighs. Then the youth bounced up onto his 
tiptoes, his mouth crushing eagerly against Jill's sensuously parted lips, 
his tongue flicking wetly into her mouth as she felt his hands drop lower on 
the firmness of her buttocks. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting 
with all her strength against the uncontrollable sensations that began to 
course suddenly out through her body. But the soft kneading of his fingers 
into the sensitive flesh around her trembling ass-cheeks and the pressure of 
his hard young penis that loomed rigidly up in his trousers to grind 
teasingly against the softness of her thighs brought soft moans of lust to 
her lips that could not be quieted. 

Jill gasped, holding her breath as she felt the boy's fingers begin to work 
the material of her skirt up over her thighs. She made a feeble effort to 
tug away from him as the hem of the skirt raised completely off her 
buttocks. Then her body stiffened when his fingers darted eagerly into the 
top of the tight waist band of her panties and moved with lewdly searing 
deliberateness down the sensitive crack between her defensively clenching 
ass-cheeks. 

"Oh no, Bobby! Don't touch me there." She sobbed in a straining voice as she 
felt his fingers move lower down the forbidden crack to stroke teasingly 
over the little clenching hole of her puckered anus. A shiver coursed the 
whole length of her body as the hand moved even lower to brush through the 
softly curling hair of her cunt from behind and find exciting contact with 
the moistening little pussy slit nestled up between her thighs. 

Once more Jill made a feeble effort to push the brazen teenager away from 
her, and a little mewl of protest rose in her throat. But it was suddenly 
muffled as he kissed her again even more passionately on the voluptuous 
softness of her lips and began to snake his finger in a lewdly titillating 
motion up and down against her warmly pulsing cunt-lips. They were wet and 
slippery from the unwanted desire that permeated through her whole loins, 
and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she 
felt building in her breast. The resolve that had been so steadfast when 
she'd first come here was fading beyond everything she could do to resist 
the wanton lust surging up nakedly in her body. She couldn't fight back. She 
was powerless to resist. She did not have the will to make herself struggle. 
Her vagina was already deliciously moistened and she felt her hips squirming 
suddenly in involuntary rhythm to the light teasing of his finger stroking 
up into the forbidden softness between her thighs. 

Behind the partially opened stage door, Jimmy Miller's mouth gaped open wide 
as he watched the lewdly shocking assault his friend was inflicting on the 
school nurse. She wore a tight-fitting sweater that emphasized her 
full-swelling breasts and a skirt that would have come halfway to her knees, 
but now Bobby had tugged it up completely off the flaring ripeness of her 
buttocks. Jimmy had never seen anything so exciting in his life as he 
watched Miss Marks' squirming ass-cheeks clenching and twitching through the 
transparency of her panties as Bobby began a rapid finger-fucking up between 
her lushly trembling thighs. The skirt was bunched in a lewd bundle about 
her waist and now Bobby's pelvis was grinding up swiftly against the almost 
unprotected warmth of her loins as his hands stroked up faster between the 
softness of her ass-cheeks from behind and burrowed relentlessly up into the 
defenseless flesh of her vagina in front. 

"Oh Bobby! Please turn me loose and let me go home," Jill purred helplessly 
before his desire-arousing attack. 

"But Miss Marks! You promised! You promised you'd let me fuck you." The 
little boy blew his breath teasingly over the sensitive skin of her neck as 
he whispered the obscenely shocking words into her ear, his tongue flicking 
in a tantalizing trail over her softly heated flesh. 

"I know I promised. I know I promised, but...." her voice trailed off as the 
finger stroking up between her thighs suddenly came into wantonly 
stimulating contact with the warm swollen bud of her clitoris. A violent 
shiver shook her squirming body and she had to hold her breath to keep from 
screaming from the titillating sensations swelling through her tortured 
loins. 

"Oooh! Oooh!" she wailed suddenly, losing all control over the delirious 
passion that now consumed her from the frenzied tweaking of his finger over 
the sensitive little clitoris. In a sudden gesture her hands moved up to run 
her fingers eagerly through the young boy's hair and she turned his face up 
toward hers and covered his mouth with her own in an even more lustful kiss 
than he'd given her. 

Jill parted her thighs wider, feeling his finger stroke deeper up into her 
moistly yielding pussy slit, and muffled little mewls of passion rose in her 
throat as she sucked the teenager's tongue deeply into her mouth and 
squirmed the voluptuous softness of her breasts up against his chest. She 
was beaten. All her resolve had left her. 

"Oh Bobby," she gasped. "Bobby, you don't know what you're doing to me! You 
don't know what you're doing." 

"I want to fuck you, Miss Marks. Please let me fuck you, I've wanted to ever 
since the first time I saw you, and when you use to come to the gymnasium to 
watch me lift weights I was so afraid I'd get a hard on in my gym shorts 
that I could hardly even concentrate on my weight lifting." 

Jill almost wanted to scream from her excitement at the lewd things he was 
saying to her. Under other circumstances she would have found them shocking 
and insulting, but now they only furthered her helpless submission to the 
lust that overwhelmed her last defenses. She should have known she couldn't 
come here tonight and maintain her resolve not to go through with her 
promise to let him fuck her. She should have stayed away. Now she couldn't 
stop herself. She had passed the point of no return. 

"Okay Bobby," Jill sobbed in final surrender. "But this is the last time I'm 
coming here. We absolutely can't go on after tonight." 

From his vantage point behind the door to the staircase, Jimmy Miller lifted 
his camera as he watched the school nurse smile sultrily at the young boy, 
then in a slowly teasing motion peel the tight-fitting sweater up off her 
brassiere-clad breasts and the soft white flesh of her upper torso. The 
lighting was far from ideal for taking pictures but it was bright enough 
that Jimmy was confident he'd be able to get a clear enough image that is, 
an image that could be recognized and just in case the school nurse's face 
wasn't visible when Bobby actually started fucking her, Jimmy wanted to make 
sure and get a couple of good pictures that included the boy while her face 
was still visible as she was undressing. 

Then Jimmy almost whistled out loud as he saw Miss Marks turn her profile to 
him, lifting her hand to her back, and with a deft flick of her finger undo 
her brassiere. With a sensuous motion she pushed the straps off the 
cream-white softness of her shoulders and shed the garment teasingly away 
from her lusciously up-thrust breasts, the nipples peaking to turgid 
rigidity at their sudden contact with the cool air. 

She had the finest breasts Jimmy had ever seen in his life even in pictures. 
He never had seen a more perfect pair even in Playboy Magazine. 

Squinting his eyes into the lens, Jimmy clicked the first picture, shooting 
past the school nurse's half-naked profile to include Bobby just as he was 
pulling his own T-shirt off. For good measure the couch was also in the 
picture and even at this distance Jimmy thought he had captured the 
lustfully delirious look in Miss Marks eyes as she watched Bobby peel the 
shirt off his muscular frame. 

Jill's face was flushed and glowing, her nakedly exposed breasts heaving 
with her strained breathing as she reached down and unsnapped her skirt, 
then pulled the zipper slowly down the side of her widely flaring 
ass-cheeks. With a sensuous wriggling motion of her hips she drew the skirt 
slowly off the softly rounded flesh of her buttocks and shed it down the 
length of her long lithe thighs to fall in a heap on the floor. 

Jimmy could feel Bo Baldwin's heavily strained breath on the back of his 
neck as the bigger boy clamored to get a look for himself. Now the school 
nurse, wearing nothing but her thinly revealing panties, waited beside the 
couch for Bobby to pull off his own levis. Then just as the young boy did 
so, shedding his jockey shorts in the same motion to suddenly expose the 
lust-inflamed hardness of his rigid young cock, Jimmy snapped the second 
picture. 

Crazed by the wanton lust surging through her already moistened loins, Jill 
gasped as the teenager's penis loomed up suddenly in shocking exposure, the 
blood-engorged head palpitating, a little drop of seminal fluid glistening 
at the tiny slitted glans at the tip. It was like a dream she could hardly 
believe. It was really going to happen now, and in the delirium of her 
craving she remembered with an eerie fascination that last day she'd come to 
the gymnasium to watch the young student lifting weights and he'd let her 
feel his muscle. She'd gone home and masturbated, dreaming that it was not 
her own obscenely fucking finger but the youth's rigid cock that brought her 
to her lustfully shattering climax. And now the dream was coming true! 

Then she moaned with an even greater desire as the naked boy stepped back to 
her, his hands moving around her nakedly exposed hips to slide once more 
inside the waistband of her panties and down the sensitively forbidden crack 
between her trembling ass-cheeks. She moaned as he stroked back through the 
moistened fringe of pubic hair and wormed his finger slowly up between the 
pulsating pussy lips. She made little wanton murmuring sounds in her throat 
as he snuggled his face up between the voluptuously revealed mounds of her 
breasts, his tongue flicking with electrically shocking contact over the 
ripened buds of her nipples as he began to slowly work the panties off the 
cleft cheeks of her buttocks and the tingling soft flesh of her thighs. With 
a lust-strained gasp Jill wrapped her arms around the youngster, tugging his 
face up even tighter into the deep valley between the softly rounded swells 
of her breasts, her hands stroking through his curling hair, her naked loins 
squirming as she felt the rigidly throbbing flesh of his cock prodding with 
stimulating effect up into the sensitive softness between her thighs. 

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

Her body almost going limp, Jill sagged down onto the couch in a reclining 
position, pulling the young boy on top of her as, from behind the curtain, 
Jimmy Miller took his third photograph. 

Jill reclined in an almost spread-eagled position on the couch. It was just 
a little too narrow for the both of them. But the arm rest served as a 
comfortable cushion for her head and by hanging her right leg off the side 
so her foot rested on the floor and lifting the left up over the back of the 
couch, she was able to make ample room for the eagerly squirming youth down 
between her thighs. Through blurring eyes she gazed up at him as he hovered 
over her, her hands stroking softly across the rippling muscles of his back 
as she felt the fleshy hardness of his naked young penis surge up against 
the full length of her quivering cuntal slit. The jerking cock-head rested 
throbbingly between her widespread pussy-lips, insinuating itself up and 
down in a maddening teasing motion that caused her to twitch her hips 
eagerly, her love-hungry cunt searching desperately for the blood-filled 
tip. She had to have it in her, right now! Her whole body was screaming for 
it. 

Jill reached her hand down in panic between their hotly squirming bodies to 
grasp the full length of Bobby's rigidly flexing penis. Her fingers entwined 
tightly around it to stroke in a gentle up and down motion. She could feel 
its spasmodic throbbing against her palm, and as she flicked her fingers 
over the glans at the end she felt the warm sticky seminal fluid that seeped 
out in anticipation of the lewd ejaculation to come. Then she guided the 
pulsing head up into the softly quivering mouth of her cunt, not letting it 
loose contact with her flesh until it was poised in lustful threat right 
between the blonde-fringed pussy-lips. She held it there with one hand and 
moved her other quickly down the boy's muscular back to his nakedly 
clenching buttocks, pulling with all her strength to draw him up between her 
thighs and let his lust-inflamed hardness drown the gnawing passion that 
raged completely out of control through her desire-tortured loins. 

Bobby jerked his hips eagerly forward, and Jill felt her softly pulsating 
cuntal lips stretching slowly open as the swollen cock-head shoved suddenly 
right up into her pussy. She emitted a low groan from her throat at the 
faint stab of pleasing pain as the moistened, curl-fringed lips yielded to 
let the head of it slip up inside. 

"Ooooooh, ooooh yes," she moaned out suddenly, shaking her head from side to 
side, biting her lip in the agonizing frustration of having the 
blood-engorged penis penetrating just between the lust-tortured lips of her 
cunt, yet still not in her. 

"Oh please, Bobby, fuck me, fuck me now," she wailed softly, tugging down 
even harder on the firmly muscled nakedness of his clenching ass-cheeks. 

His own body quivering from the excitement of seeing the school nurse 
totally surrendered and at his mercy with her lust, Bobby shoved his own 
hips forward even more eagerly, feeling the warmly resisting softness give 
way and the flanged cuntal lips flowering open even further as his hotly 
pulsating rod of flesh wormed slowly up into the lust-heated depths of her 
cunt. Miss Mark's sensuously aroused body jerked and quivered, lunging 
wildly up to receive him. A deeper groan issued from her throat as her arms 
wrapped tightly around his back and he felt the aching shaft of his cock 
slip suddenly into the depths of her warmly pulsing cuntal flesh until his 
balls slapped softly into the crack between her buttocks. Her trembling legs 
jerked out on either side of her body, kicking up into the air as the 
sudden, shocking spasms coursed from her vagina through every fiber of her 
lust-crazed flesh. 

"Oooh, Bobby! Oooh!" she moaned, her obscenely impaled body trembling with 
the ecstasy of finally having the innocent youth's cock all the way up 
inside her, of knowing now that at last she was doing her utmost to expiate 
her guilt for the terrible wrong she had done him. Little insane ripples of 
pleasure tingled through the softly quivering flesh of her loins, exuding 
outward to completely overwhelm her in a torrent of joy and lust as she 
heard the teenager groan above her and felt him flex his cock deep up inside 
her sensitive pussy flesh. 

With frenzied jerks of the youngster's buttocks the lustfully palpitating 
head of his cock seemed to burrow deeper up into her loins, and again she 
snuggled his face down to her sensuously arched breasts, her own body 
beginning to writhe in lewd response as his tongue flicked wetly over the 
sensitive buds of her nipples and he began to squirm and jerk his hips, 
lunging the lust-inflamed hardness of his cock rhythmically in and out of 
her quivering cuntal flesh, prompting little involuntary contractions around 
the plunging shaft of his cock as she whimpered wildly through whitely bared 
teeth. Her hands again stroked eagerly through the boy's hair, soft and 
distant sounding cries exuding from her throat as she began undulating her 
buttocks up against him from the couch beneath. 

"Oooohhh!" Jill gasped, holding her breath as Bobby stiffened above her, his 
hands exploring cautiously over the softly perspiring flesh of her naked 
body. Little mewling sounds continued to pour from her open mouth and he 
could feel the urgent shuddering from her inner pussy flesh around the 
lustfully swelling head of his penis, the clasping cuntal softness beginning 
a smooth wet sucking around the throbbing shaft as he flexed and throbbed 
his blood-engorged cock-head deeper up into her heavily skewered cunt. He 
could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure began to echo through 
the hush of the school auditorium, and the thought that his friends Jimmy 
and Bo were watching and listening to every lust-crazed whimper or cry that 
issued from her lips only further thrilled the youngster and intensified his 
excited young sensation of conquest. 

Jill's head lolled from side to side on the armrest of the couch and her 
buttocks started a hungry little rolling motion about the impaling rod of 
flesh. Her body was really coming to life now, and the faint pain she'd 
experienced at the first shocking penetration had faded completely, giving 
way to a maddeningly electric excitement that began deep up inside her cunt 
and flowed relentlessly out through the raw nerve-ends of her naked flesh. 
It rippled through the softly clasping walls of her pussy and out over the 
blonde hair-lined lips, dancing across the milk-white softness of her thighs 
and up the full length of her widespread legs. The sensuously palpitating 
nipples of her breasts peaked into hard tiny buds that were even more 
sensitive to the continued lascivious lickings of the youth's tongue. Her 
whole desire-tortured body was obsessed and as she began to writhe and toss 
more savagely to the wanton sensations that consumed her, thinly glistening 
rivulets of perspiration rolled down the sides of the full pulsating mounds 
of her breasts and her face assumed an expression of sheer insanity from her 
wildly surging need. 

Jill arched and rotated her hips in a frenzied motion from side to side 
around the fleshy impaling cock, her vagina dilating as Bobby began to fuck 
slowly up and down between her scissoring thighs. Soft purrs of wanton 
pleasure poured from her lips and she flexed the velvet-like inner muscles 
of her cunt to nibble hungrily at the inflated young cock-head driving in 
and out of them. 

"Oh it's good, Bobby, it's good," she moaned softly into his ears. Then 
suddenly a more intense spasm shook her nakedly squirming body as the boy 
ground his pelvis down harder into the savagely responding flesh beneath 
him. She arched her loins up furiously against him to lift them both a few 
inches off the couch, moaning ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening 
and closing her legs around his hips as she worked her buttocks up and down 
in a frenzied rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side 
to side on the couch in wanton abandon. Then suddenly one of her hands moved 
up to grab Bobby's wrist and she tugged it quickly down to shove his hand 
beneath her lustfully jerking buttocks. 

A shudder shook her body as she felt his fingers brush back through the 
sensitive crack between her squirming ass-cheeks, caressing lightly over the 
smooth wet lips of her cunt where the shaft of his cock now plunged 
relentlessly in and out, spreading the softly flowing moisture back up 
toward the throbbing little hole of her anus. 

"Yes, Bobby, yes! Shove your finger in my ass! Shove your finger in my ass!" 

Eagerly the youngster spread the moisture right around the puckered little 
hole, lubricating it slickly before he probed experimentally there with the 
tip of his middle finger. He heard an even deeper moan issue from the school 
nurse's throat as he pushed harder, feeling the resisting tightness give way 
as the finger began to slide slowly up inside. 

Jill jumped forward, shivering in the upward tossing of her body that almost 
pitched the youth off the couch. 

"Aaaagghhh!" she cried out from the sharp stab of pain. 

Bobby hesitated, staring in awe down at her lust-contorted face as she gazed 
back up with her wantonly pleading eyes. He was hurting her too bad. He had 
gone too far, he thought, and he was just about to pull the finger out when 
with a sudden more agonized whimper she screwed her softly clenching 
buttocks back down on his finger to sink it even deeper into the tightly 
resisting flesh of her rectum. 

"Yes, yes," Jill purred in masochistic bliss, relishing the stabbing pain of 
the finger up inside her sensitive rectal flesh. She was so hot she could 
hardly stand it and every bit of sensation her body could extract from the 
wanton submission was now welcome even the pain and humiliation of having 
him finger-fucking her up inside this tightly forbidden orifice. 

Feeling his cock surge to an even greater and throbbing proportion from the 
raw excitement of jabbing his finger into the school nurse's anus, Bobby 
began to fuck more brutally into the softly pulsing flesh of her cunt. He 
wriggled his middle finger far up into the heated depths of her skewered 
rectum and through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, he 
could feel the underside of his cock sliding in and out of her vagina. 
Grunting in lust and triumph, the teenager began to skewer simultaneously in 
and out of both of the sensitively welcoming orifices of her loins in 
rhythmic motions that prompted even further moans and screams from her 
throat. 

From behind the door to the staircase, Jimmy Miller and Bo Baldwin watched 
with shocked disbelief as their classmate fucked wildly up between the legs 
of the hungrily squirming school nurse. From their vantage point, her face 
was clearly visible and Jimmy knew it would be easily recognizable in the 
photos he was now snapping rapidly. Neither of the two boys had ever even 
seen two people fucking and the sight of Bobby doing it to Miss Marks 
thrilled them beyond their wildest dreams. 

On the couch, Bobby could feel his cock growing and expanding inside the 
nurse's pussy until he felt as though it was going to burst forth in almost 
immediate ejaculation from the wanton pleasure building in his sperm-bloated 
testicles as they slapped heavily into the crevice of her buttocks below. He 
knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He had to make her cum soon, and he 
began to ram his lustfully aroused cock into her with even longer, harder 
strokes in time with the more vicious skewering of his finger up between her 
wildly squirming buttocks. Her thighs entwined around his hips, clenching 
tightly to draw him even deeper up into her willingly yielding loins as she 
made tiny gurgling sounds in her throat. "Oooohh fuck, fuck! Fuck me 
harder," she chanted, jackknifing her legs up higher so Bobby could gaze 
down under his own muscular body and watch the glistening shaft of his cock 
lunging obscenely in and out of the blonde, hair-fringed lips of her cunt 
that protested with clinging resistance on the out-stroke, then flowered 
open wider as he screwed back in. 

Jill's face was contorted with passion, even wilder shudders coursing 
through her body, and Bobby was fucking into her with all the strength of 
his hips and thighs as he felt the soft moist flesh of her cunt clasping 
like a heartbeat around his own hotly throbbing cock. He fucked her from the 
tips of his toes with every ounce of effort he could muster to ram the whole 
length of his rigidly pulsing hardness deep up into her hotly quivering 
pussy-flesh, bringing more wantonly ecstatic moans and screams from her lips 
to resound rudely through the school auditorium. Her nostrils flared and her 
eyes opened wide, gazing glassy-eyed up at him as the orgasmic waves began 
deep up in her belly and her lips bared back again over her teeth to issue 
even more insanely desperate sounds of pleading. Her arms had been wrapped 
tightly around his neck, her fingernails digging eagerly into the soft 
muscles of his back, but now they slithered down to claw frenziedly at his 
muscular buttocks as they clenched and jerked above her unprotected loins. 

She wanted to cum so bad she could have screamed, and wetly smacking noises 
echoed through the auditorium to punctuate the moans issuing from her throat 
as she fucked savagely up beneath him. Then suddenly the movements of her 
body completely ceased. She lay motionless under him, but he could feel the 
tension surging through her soft voluptuous flesh as a low and 
distant-sounding wail, different from all her other cries, swelled out to 
shatter the fleeting instant of silence and suddenly she began to wave her 
buttocks in obscenely uncontrollable abandon from side to side and spiral 
her softly yielding cuntal flesh more crazily up and down on his plunging 
shaft. 

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Bobby, you little dear," she squealed with a 
high-pitched gasp, locking her ankles in a strong grip high up behind his 
laboring back. Her body arched and quivered as she clung tightly to him, 
jerking in a little spasming rhythm as the orgiastic secretions of her cunt 
flowed out freely around his still hotly plunging cock and dribbled down the 
wide-split crevice of her ass-cheeks to soak his tortured balls as they 
slapped against her tiny puckered anus. 

Bobby watched the obscene contortions of her face with salacious triumph as 
he sensed that the orgasm was engulfing her. It gave him a lewd thrill to 
think of this woman who had gotten him into so much trouble now groveling in 
totally frenzied passion beneath him, and he lunged his buttocks as hard as 
he could, taking pleasure in the jolting thrust that racked her nakedly 
quivering body. 

Then suddenly his own hips tensed. "Uh-oh," Bobby gasped. 

"Oh yes, Bobby, yes, come with me," the school nurse cried out in still 
greater delirium. 

The young teenager tried to hold himself back a little longer but there was 
no use. Her wanton submission had aroused him beyond the point of control, 
and he gasped into the moistness of her mouth as he felt the violent 
bursting beginning in his own loins, heard her even more insanely whimpering 
cries and felt her arms tightening hungrily about his neck, smothering wet 
kisses all over his face. Then with a deep, soul-shattering groan that went 
on and on from his lips, he exploded inside her, shooting his hotly 
squirting sperm deep up into the flaccidly quivering depths of her greedily 
spasming pussy walls. He kept on lunging, harder and harder, jolting her 
body and prompting a rhythmic stream of grunts from her lips as he fucked 
and ejaculated down into the enveloping softness between her thighs until 
the last drop of cum had drained reluctantly from his balls. Then at last he 
gasped and sagged down exhausted on her exhaustedly quivering body. 

Jill closed her eyes, basking in a dream-world of ecstasy as she felt the 
youngster's body go limp, his chest collapsing heavily on the rounded mounds 
of her breasts. Little quivers still coursed through her loins and 
occasionally her buttocks made tiny jerking motions from her last remaining 
excitement. 

Then at last she opened her eyes. Tears had filled them and she could feel 
the moisture flowing lightly down the sides of her cheeks. She knew she had 
done an even greater wrong tonight. Tonight she had wronged herself, for she 
feared she would never again be able to control the long suppressed urges 
that had finally overcome her. 

"Bobby, that was wonderful, it was really wonderful." 

"Thanks, Miss Marks." 

"You're welcome, Bobby," Jill said softly, gently starting to push him off 
her. "Now I've got to go." she said. "And Bobby, I hope I've paid you back 
for that terrible thing I did. I hope you'll ... call it even, and somehow 
we can both forget this happened." She paused, looking at him tenderly, 
shaking her head gently. "We just can't go on, Bobby. I can't go on letting 
you do it to me." 

Bobby nodded, grinning. "Yes ma'am." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Bobby Norton and Bo Baldwin waited in the Snack Shack during lunch break 
while Jimmy went to the lab to develop the photographs. The lunch hour was 
almost over when Jimmy, laden down with the inevitable pile of books he 
carried, appeared at the door and made his way back to the table. Beneath 
the books he placed down on the table a brown manila envelope. 

"How did they turn out?" asked Bobby. 

"From a photographer's point of view they're the shits," said Jimmy. "The 
lighting is terrible." He paused, smiling. "But for our purposes I think 
they'll do fine. You don't look so great yourself, but Miss Marks is just 
out of sight on film with her panties off." 

"Well, let's see 'em!" Bo said eagerly. 

"Shhhhh," said Bobby. "We can't look at them here. You and I'll walk out and 
I'll give you a quick glimpse, then I'm going to cut class and drop by the 
clinic," he grinned. "I think I'll have a toothache." 

Then a thoughtful frown creased the young boy's face as he glanced from the 
envelope up at the books stacked on top of it. Jimmy looked at his friend 
with mild alarm and reached down to shield the books. But he was too slow 
for Bobby, who quickly jerked the small green bound paperback out from 
beneath the American History volume. 

"And what in the hell is this?" asked Bobby, looking curiously down at the 
paperback. "The Sensual Adolescent?" 

Jimmy blushed and shrugged, "It's nothing. It's just a book." 

"Yeah," Bobby sneered, thumbing quickly through the illustrated paperback. 
"It's a goddamned sex manual. No wonder you could never get a piece of ass 
on your own. You darned egg-head," Bobby said with a laugh that made Jimmy's 
face blush to an even brighter crimson as Bo glanced in confusion back and 
forth between the two boys. "You think you're gonna learn how to satisfy a 
woman like Miss Marks out of a book?" 

"I don't think anything, Bobby. I was just reading up. It's pretty common 
knowledge that I don't know that much about women. I don't see why you want 
to rub it in." 

"Well, I'd better check this thing out then, make sure what you're reading 
is the straight dope," said Bobby, starting to thumb through the book again. 

"Hey, it's got pictures in it!" Bo exclaimed leaning across the table for a 
better look. 

In a sneering voice Bobby read one of the chapter headings that had been 
marked in red ink. "Cunnilingus as Compensation for Premature Emission. Is 
that what you're reading?" 

Jimmy glared back in silence for a moment. "Yes, as a matter-of-fact that is 
exactly what I was reading. Considering I about lost my wad in my trousers 
last night just watching you, I think I should have some alternative 
prepared. After all, the woman is a nurse, and I do want to satisfy her." 

"Hey, what is that thing in that picture there?" Bo interjected. 

"It's a cunt Bo, its a woman's cunt," Bobby said impatiently, turning to the 
wide-eyed youngster. 

"A cunt?" Bo whispered, then as Bobby laughed at him the big boy continued 
defensively. "Well, I saw Miss Marks' cunt last night and it didn't look 
nothin' like that." 

Bobby shook his head placing the book open on the table and turning it so 
the hulking youngster could have a better look. "I guess I should be giving 
a sex education course above and beyond getting you boys laid by the finest 
looking piece of ass you have ever seen. This, Bo, is a close-up of a cunt. 
You saw Miss Marks' cunt from a distance." 

"But hers had hair all over it," said Bo. 

Bobby nodded. "This one probably has hair all over it too, Bo, but not on 
the inside. This is a close-up. And as a matter-of-fact, that is hair you 
see right at the edge of the picture." 

"Oh," said Bo, nodding meekly. 

The bell rang just then, marking the end of the lunch period, and 
reluctantly Bobby closed the book and shoved it back across the table. 
"Well, you'd better get on with your homework, Casanova," he said to Jimmy. 
"And Bo and me'll sneak out for a quick look at these pictures; then I'll 
drop by Miss Marks' clinic and let her know about our little date for 
tonight." He paused. "One more thing, Bo. Don't tell anybody what we're 
doing. Some of the other boys are bound to hear the racket down there at the 
auditorium sooner or later anyway, and I'm sure there'll be enough extra 
boys horning in on the action before we finish. That suits me fine anyway 
after the way that bitch hung me up on this stinking campus for four 
weekends. But if the word starts spreading before we even get started we'll 
probably have Old Man Klaus and Superintendent Meyers at the head of the 
line." 

"I've got another idea," said Jimmy. He paused as Bobby sighed, waiting. 
"Let's turn her onto some grass while we're at it. Whattaya say?" 

Bobby thought for a minute. "That's not a bad idea. Can you get some?" 

Jimmy grinned smugly. "I've already got it. I bought a lid from the local 
pusher here in the public school." 

"You're not talking about marijuana?" asked Bo, shocked. 

"Yes, Bo," Bobby said exasperatedly. "Come on, let's go have a look. I don't 
want to be late for the class I'm gonna cut." 

"But Miss Marks won't smoke that with us," Bo protested rising. 

"After she sees these pictures, Miss Marks will do anything I tell her to," 
Bobby said. "Christ, you big ass-hole! How do you think she's gonna take 
that foot-long cock of yours without something to ease her nerves?" 

As the other two boys started out of the Snack Shack Jimmy Miller concealed 
the sex manual between his history book and the current issue of a 
photography magazine he'd borrowed from the library. 

* * * 

"Come in," Jill Marks said, looking up from her book as she heard the knock 
on the door of the clinic. 

It opened and Bobby Norton stepped through, grinning brightly, his eyes 
descending eagerly from Jill's sultry face down the smoothly throbbing 
swells of her breasts. She .felt a sudden warm anticipation course through 
her body, only slightly tempered by the nervousness and guilt that had 
plagued her since last night's final submission to the teenager and to the 
long suppressed, forbidden cravings that had finally overcome her. 

"Oh, Bobby," she gasped softly. "I don't think you should come here. I'm 
afraid we might arouse suspicion, and I told you anyway that we can't go on 
doing what we did last night." 

Bobby shrugged, closing the door behind him and walking on into the room. 
Then Jill noticed the manila envelope he was carrying beneath his arm. 

"Everything's all right," he said in total disregard of her alarm. "I told 
the teacher I had a toothache to get out of general math class." 

With a feverish excitement that raged completely out of her control Jill let 
her eyes rove hungrily over the youngster's slender, muscular body. She'd 
thought of nothing or no one but him since last night. She'd vowed it would 
never happen again, that she would never let herself go like that, but 
already she found it impossible to quell the lewd surges of craving that 
seeped out through her loins. Last night's episode had done nothing but whet 
her appetite for the boy. But somehow, she had to stop herself. If this went 
any further, she knew it would be her damnation. 

"All right, Bobby," said Jill with an almost cracking voice. " ... I'll give 
you some aspirin for your toothache, but I really don't want you to stay 
here. You've got to understand, Bobby. You've just got to! What happened 
last night and the night before last can't happen again." 

Bobby shifted back and forth on his feet, his eyes again descending to the 
voluptuously swelling mounds of her breasts and dropping even lower down to 
the soft outline of her thighs beneath the thinly clinging material of her 
skirt. But now there was something in his gaze that almost made her want to 
shiver. 

"I want to see you again, Miss Marks," the teenager said, looking her 
straight in the eyes. 'Tonight." 

For a moment Jill found it impossible to speak. The mere thought that she 
could, at will, repeat her obscene performance with the youngster again 
tonight caused an even keener surge of excitement to swell against all her 
wishes up through the softly tingling mounds of her breasts. Now that the 
first barrier had been broken and she'd had a taste of the ecstasy of making 
love with the forbidden youngster, her desire had only increased. She wanted 
him more now, it seemed, than she ever had in her life, and it was with a 
faint-hearted rallying of courage that Jill shook her head. 

"No, Bobby, I can't. That's final. So please go now." 

"I promised a couple of the other boys, Jimmy and Bo Baldwin, that I'd bring 
you to the auditorium," Bobby said grinning. 

Jill stared at him in shocked disbelief, a little gasp rising in her throat 
that caused the full mounds of her breasts to heave up even more 
prominently. Her face paled and her eyes widened, her tongue flicking out of 
her mouth to brush nervously over her voluptuous pink lips. But the shock of 
what he'd said was almost too great; it numbed her and for a moment the full 
implications of it eluded her almost blanked mind. 

"And I sure don't wanna let them down, Miss Marks. Neither one of them have 
ever had a piece of ass before." 

There was total silence save for the sound of Jill's heavily strained 
breathing. Again her tongue flicked nervously from her mouth to moisten her 
full sensual lips as she stared in lingering disbelief at the freshman boy. 
She must have heard wrong, she thought. She must have imagined this whole 
twist of their conversation. It just couldn't be true! 

Jill had not the slightest comprehension how long the silence lasted as she 
sat there gasping for breath, staring in hurt and dismay and disbelief at 
the boy, his words echoing again and again shockingly in her mind. She felt 
dizzy, almost nauseous, and for a moment she thought she was going to 
collapse onto the desk. Then she shook her head, a lump swelling in her 
throat that made it even more difficult to speak. 

"You told some of the other boys about us?" 

"Just my friends," said Bobby. 

"But Bobby. Bobby, don't you realize what you've done? Don't you realize it 
will be all over the school now? I'll be ruined. They'll even know I was 
lying about what happened that day at the gymnasium when I got you in 
trouble...." 

Her voice trailed off slowly as she began to understand. And the hurt she 
felt at the realization was more deadening even than the original shock when 
Bobby had first let her know that he hadn't kept her secret. But what could 
she say? There was still no way to justify her own terrible actions, and she 
knew she had asked for all this. She deserved whatever fate befell her now. 

"Just go, Bobby," she sobbed. "Just go away and leave me alone for a while." 

The young student made no move to do her bidding. He remained where he was a 
moment longer, grinning and greedily eyeing the supple curves of her body. 
Then he took the manila envelope from under his arm, opened it and stepped 
closer to the desk. Jill could hardly believe the eight or nine large 
photographs he spread on the desk before her. 

But they were easy enough to recognize. They had been taken last night in 
the auditorium! But Jill could hardly believe the lust-contorted expressions 
on her own face and the sight of her own naked body spread in lascivious 
surrender beneath the boy on the couch backstage. And the terrible sinking 
in her heart continued as she shifted her gaze slowly from one photograph to 
the next. Someone had been watching through the duration of the whole 
obscene episode. And the photographs told only too clearly what they had 
seen, rendering a perfect chronology of her own gradually building passion, 
the first depicting her naked from the waist down, watching the boy strip 
off his T-shirt, the last showing her writhing beneath him in the heights of 
her ecstatic orgasm, her legs locked high up around his back as he had 
fucked into her with all his lustful might. In between, the variously 
increasing levels of her lustful frenzy were lewdly revealed in the vivid 
photographs. 

"Who took these?" Jill asked softly at last. 

"My friend Jimmy Miller," Bobby said. "Him and Bo were watching from the 
staircase there at the end of the corridor." 

Jill felt the tears well up at last to her eyes and begin to spill softly 
down her cheeks as she stared in horror at the incriminating pictures. "Why 
did you do this to me, Bobby? Why did you do it?" She looked up with 
pleading eyes but the boy said nothing. "I guess I understand," she 
continued finally, looking back down at the pictures. "What about the 
negatives?" 

"Jimmy's got 'em, but he's determined to get his first piece of pussy before 
he lets you have them." 

"All right," Jill nodded helplessly. "What do you want me to do?" 

"I want you to come up to the auditorium about 9:30 tonight. Jimmy and Bo 
will be there with me. Jimmy's even bought himself a sex manual so he'll 
know what to do to really make you happy. 

Jill looked back in silence at the grinning youngster for a moment, then 
shook her head. "What if I don't come?" 

"If you don't come, I'll take the pictures to Superintendent Meyers." 

"You wouldn't dare. You'd get in as much trouble as I would." 

Jill found it difficult to even recognize the cynical gaze with which the 
young boy beheld her. There was something very manly in his expression now, 
that existed as something independent of his fourteen years. It reminded her 
of the face of a poker player who held a winning hand and knew it. It was an 
eternal look of triumph, of victor gloating over victim and it existed 
beyond the bounds of age or youth. Yet now it caused a different, even more 
poignant submissive craving to stir in her helplessly moistening loins. 

"I think you'd get in more trouble than I would Miss Marks." 

Jill knew he was right. It would still be she who had to bear the final 
blame and she had no doubt now that the teenage boy wouldn't hesitate to 
expose her if she didn't submit to his demands. After the wrong she had done 
him she couldn't blame him for holding a grudge. 

"I think you want to come anyway, Miss Marks," Bobby said in a sincere tone. 
"I think you're going to like to have three of us take turns fucking you." 

A part of Jill recoiled in shock at the lewd suggestion, but another part of 
her couldn't help but respond lustfully to the sordid visions that passed 
through her mind as she imagined what it would be like to be the helpless 
sex-thrill of not one but three eager young boys. 

As she watched, still dazed by the shock and hurt that had been inflicted on 
her, Bobby reached down scooped up the photographs and stuffed them back 
into the envelope. "I'll see you tonight, Miss Marks," he said almost 
lightly as he started toward the door. 

"Bobby," she gasped just as he was going out. He paused, looking back over 
his shoulder. "Bobby ... please be careful with those pictures," she pleaded 
in a trembling voice. "Please don't lose them or let anyone else see them." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Jill had left the school an hour early that afternoon and on her way home 
she'd stopped by a supermarket and picked up a pint of gin. She was so 
nervous she could hardly stand it. A terrible struggle was going on in her 
consciousness. She had to figure a way to escape her horrible dilemma. And 
she had to convince herself that she really wanted to escape. 

Now it was almost nine o'clock, and she sat in her kitchen slowly sipping 
the gin and tonic. She'd been at it since a little after six. She'd hardly 
been able to eat her supper and the alcohol was going straight to her head, 
making it even more difficult to grapple with her problem. But in the final 
analysis Jill knew that she had no choice. She was completely at the mercy 
of the freshman boys as long as they retained possession of the 
incriminating photographs. She had to do whatever they asked until she was 
able to get them. 

Jill continued to sip her drink. In spite of the acute dread that filled 
her, she was also aware of a strange yearning that seemed to grow more 
powerful with each passing moment. Aided by the liberating effects of the 
alcohol, her imagination roamed freely through a sordid series of compelling 
visions as she dreamed of the shocking things the three youths might do to 
her when she finally got to the school auditorium. Her body tingled with 
unwanted desire, from the tips of the nipples of her breasts all the way 
down to her toes, as she remembered the sheer ecstasy of the two nights 
spent with Bobby Norton. And as those lust-inciting memories surged through 
her consciousness, she couldn't prevent her mind's daring play with the 
possible combinations that could be arranged when there were three of the 
eager teenagers taking her together! 

It was almost 9:15 when Jill finished the drink she'd resolved would be her 
last and got up to prepare to go out. She had no idea what she should wear, 
but the choice seemed as if it would be a reflection of her own intended 
response to the obscene blackmail scheme she was being subjected to. If she 
dressed to please, it could be taken as acceptance, or even that she 
welcomed the youngsters' lewd scheme. But on the other hand, no amount of 
conservative dress could discourage them or protect her. She knew that well 
enough. And oddly, in spite of all the terrible insult and humiliation 
contained in what the boys were doing to her, Jill could not completely 
quell her own vanity instinct. She did not want to be unattractive to Bobby, 
or to his friends Jimmy and Bo, no matter how much she might wish to avoid 
the implication that she was going out of her way to actually invite the 
obscene subjugation. 

At last Jill selected a flowered blouse that buttoned down the front and a 
miniskirt not quite as short and revealing as the one she'd worn the day 
she'd first gone to console Bobby at school and launched this whole lurid 
affair into full swing. She brushed her teeth and gargled with mouthwash to 
conceal the liquor on her breath, pinched some color in her cheeks and as an 
afterthought even dabbed a few drops of perfume onto her neck. Then, almost 
feverish with the mingled fear and want, she went out and got into the car 
and made the short drive over to the school. 

* * * 

Jill shivered from the slight chill of the night air as she parked her car 
and started across the campus toward the looming, dark form of the 
auditorium. Now she was filled with the dread that someone might see her and 
inquire as to why the school nurse was on campus and out of uniform at this 
time of night. Just the short drive across town had had a sobering effect on 
her and, denied the courage previously lent by the alcohol, she was 
beginning to fear she wouldn't be able to carry through with the boys' lewd 
demands even if she wanted to. In spite of the craving that continued to 
tingle in her loins, she was again shocked and insulted by the fact that 
they would treat her in this manner, that they would think that just because 
she had made love with one of them, she would willingly take on the whole 
gang. 

The closer she drew to the auditorium the slower she walked, as it she felt 
the compulsion to prolong as much as possible the ordeal that awaited her. 
Then at last she found herself at the door around by the side where Bobby 
had let her in last night. 

Jill took a deep breath, listening for some sound from inside. There was 
nothing, and the entire building looked dark and deserted. She seized the 
frantic hope that the boys had realized they had gone too far and had 
chickened out. But then she tested the doorknob and found that it turned 
easily. 

Trembling with fear, Jill opened the door and stepped into the impenetrable 
darkness. She inched her way along the wall, the shuffling sounds of her 
feet on the floor seeming ominous in the portentous quiet. She thought she 
could hear the even, strained gusts of her own breathing as though amplified 
out of proportion. She had no idea of where the light was that Bobby had 
switched on last night, and now groping blindly in the darkness, her fear 
and despair almost completely overcame her. Never in her whole life had she 
felt so completely alone, so vulnerable and afraid. 

Then suddenly Jill gasped as a light came on, beaming brightly, directly 
into her eyes so that it blinded her like a trapped night animal. Shivering, 
she cringed back against the wall, trying to shield her eyes against the 
glare. 

"Hello, Miss Marks, we've been waiting for you." 

Something in the tone of the boy's voice almost made the nurse's skin crawl. 
She wasn't even sure that it was Bobby. Now it had a strange, unearthly 
quality and she imagined for a moment that she was the victim of some 
surreal interrogation, or a trial in a nameless kangaroo court. She could 
not see the boys. Completely blinded by the light, she was hardly able to 
even locate the direction from which the voice had come. And there was 
something so undignified and helpless in her position now that she wanted to 
scream out in bitterness and hatred at them for putting her in such a 
situation. Then once again she felt a sinking sensation in her breasts as 
she recalled that it was her own wrongdoing that had brought her here. 

"Bobby, Bobby, where are you?" she asked in a quivering voice. 

Still trying futilely to shield her eyes from the glaring spotlight, Jill 
stared into the dark expanse of the auditorium. Then opposite the stage she 
saw what looked at this distance like a little glowing ember a cigarette. 
They were smoking, she thought with surprise. Then she sniffed and received 
an even greater shock. Because it wasn't tobacco! Jill was almost certain it 
was marijuana she smelled! 

"Bobby, please take that light off me," she sobbed. "I can't see anything," 
she went on pleadingly, the sordid realization that the young teenagers were 
drugged only increasing her apprehension and sense of abject helplessness. 

"There's a mattress on the stage," she heard Bobby say in a voice that still 
seemed hardly like his own. "Follow the beam up and take your clothes off. 
Jimmy and Bo want to get a really good look at you." 

Jill was trembling, frozen in her cringing posture against the wall as the 
light beam played off her and moved slowly along the front aisle toward the 
stage. 

"You're smoking marijuana," she croaked, still with disbelief. 

"Yes, we have some for you too." 

"But Bobby, you're an athlete." 

"So what?" 

Jill had been completely unprepared for all this. It was like a nightmare, 
and it so stunned her she felt as if she had completely lost her grip on 
reality. As if in a trance she crept away from the wall, following the beam 
of light as though hypnotized by it as it let her up the steps and onto the 
stage. 

Then more lights came up around her, the footlights of the stage and one 
overhead, which dimmed the harsh glare of the spotlight sufficiently that 
she was able to see the rest of the auditorium. Bobby was sitting in the 
front row, puffing the twisted marijuana cigarette. Bo was beside him and 
Jimmy Miller, she realized, must be operating the lights. Resting in the 
vacant seat on Bobby's left was a stack of books she recognized as those 
belonging to Jimmy, on them the manila envelope containing the photographs 
and, she hoped, the negatives. On the floor behind her, as the boy had said, 
was an old, coverless mattress. 

"Bobby what if they see the lights?" Jill stammered anxiously. "What if the 
other boys in the dorm see the lights and come over here to find out what's 
happening?" 

"Then I guess you'll just have to fuck 'em so they'll keep their mouths 
shut," Bobby said with a shrug. 

Jill recoiled at the vengeance in his tone, then she started as she heard 
another sound in the auditorium and in the darkness at the rear she saw a 
vague movement. In a moment she recognized the small figure of Jimmy Miller 
making his way down the aisle toward the stage. "Take your clothes off, Miss 
Marks," said Bobby. "Then you can have some grass." 

"But I don't want any grass, Bobby," Jill sobbed in protest. 

"That was Jimmy's idea," Bobby said. "He's got a book here and there was a 
section on ... What was that, Jimmy?" 

"Relativity of Time to the Female Orgasm," said Jimmy. 

Even in the darkness Jill could see the little bespectacled youngster blush. 
Then she looked back desperately at Bobby. 

"But Bobby. I don't see how you can do this to me. After the time we have 
been together. How can you...? " 

Take your clothes off, Miss Marks. I'm serious. If you want those negatives 
back, just do as you're told. Otherwise they will be all over this school by 
tomorrow morning, including Superintendent Meyer's office. 

Jill knew that from the boy's attitude this afternoon she shouldn't have 
expected anything to be different tonight. He was determined to avenge the 
wrong she had done, and would be as cold and ruthless as he had to be. But 
in the back of her mind, she now thought, she must have clung to some 
illusion this afternoon that tonight might be another passionate and tender 
episode, like the other two times she and Bobby had made love. But now she 
realized even last night had been a hoax. Though Bobby had been affectionate 
enough, he must have already been scheming her lewd subjugation for tonight. 
Otherwise he wouldn't have had the two boys watching from behind the 
staircase door and Jimmy taking the incriminating photographs that now put 
her completely at their mercy. After a last moment's hesitation, she reached 
up with trembling fingers and began undoing her blouse. 

Jill closed her own eyes, a feeling of resignation coming over her as she 
parted the blouse down the front of her voluptuous torso and shed it lightly 
off the soft whiteness of her shoulders, hearing a grunt of exclamation 
issue from one of the boys at the exposure of the lush ripeness of her 
brassiere-clad breasts. She knew there was no discouraging them from their 
lewd purpose. 

And now she didn't even know if she wanted to. Her spirit had been broken by 
her betrayal by the young boy whom she had so much adored. Now nothing else 
seemed to matter very much, but she knew that after tonight there would be 
no going back to her old self. There could be no redemption. Once these 
drug-crazed youngsters had finished with her, she would never again be the 
same Jill Marks. 

Jill stripped slowly, her body trembling with a masochistic excitement that 
raged beyond control through every fiber of her flesh. Her eyes were 
narrowed to mere slits, but she was psychically aware of the lustful gazes 
of the three young boys as she stripped the outer garments off to reveal the 
voluptuously inviting curves of her sensuous body. Now that she had begun, 
she did not even want to stop. It was as if an unknown force drove her, a 
demon called up from purgatory, who separated her flesh from her soul. She 
was only half aware as little Bobby Norton took the small plastic bag Jimmy 
Miller extended toward him and started up to the stage. A soft sob swelled 
to her lips beyond her own volition as she shed her brassiere to completely 
expose the up-thrust nakedness of her breasts, and with a sensuously 
wriggling motion of her hips peeled the thin transparent panties down the 
lithe softness of her cream-white thighs to completely reveal to the three 
eager youngsters the alluring triangle of her softly-haired cunt. 

She'd lost all hope. She knew there was no escape from whatever they wanted 
to subject her to. Just in coming here she'd given them a small taste of 
power and she knew now that they would exploit it to the fullest extent 
above any objections she made. 

Then, stark naked, the school nurse stood on the stage before the three 
leering boys. She lifted her face in a harsh light, a pleading look in her 
eyes as she watched Bobby ascend the steps to the stage. She could see the 
green flakes of marijuana in the transparent bag, and in his other hand was 
a cigarette that had been half emptied of its tobacco. 

"No, Bobby. I'll do what you want. And they can have me too. But don't make 
me smoke that dope." 

She knew that, in fact, it wouldn't hurt her to smoke just a little bit of 
marijuana. She'd even tried it once in nursing school and, strangely enough, 
it had been her reluctance to become an outright pothead as much as her 
unwillingness to sleep with just any man who took her out on a date that had 
made her somewhat of an outcast during her school years. But now, with the 
relaxation of laws and fading of the moral stigma attached to it, she 
wouldn't have minded trying marijuana under different circumstances. 
Physically it could be no worse than the alcohol she'd drunk before coming 
here, nor more psychologically harmful than the schizophrenic depression of 
her warped desires the last several months. But under these circumstances 
the drug only lent an extra unsavory quality to her helpless position. It 
had not been easy for her to come here tonight, nor had it been easy for her 
to stand on the stage and strip off all her clothes before the three gawking 
boys. To submit to the final humiliation of surrendering her abilities of 
rational perception was more than they should demand. 

Jill watched in dismay as Bobby emptied a small amount of the finely cleaned 
grass from the envelope into the half-emptied cigarette then tapped it on 
his wrist to pack it and roll the end. 

"Here, Miss Marks, smoke this." 

"I won't do it," Jill said, reaching out to take the reefer with a trembling 
hand. 

Then the teenager produced a box of matches from his pocket, struck one of 
them and held up a light for her. "Go ahead Miss Marks. You have to get up 
to our level of consciousness or we won't be able to achieve any real 
communication tonight." 

Jill looked down numbly at the spiked cigarette she held in her hand. Then 
trembling, she lifted it to her lips as the young boy struck the match. He 
held the light up and she puffed to get the cigarette lit, then took a deep 
drag and coughed. Yet almost immediately she seemed to feel an effect. 
Perhaps it was the mixing of the cannabis with the alcohol she had already 
consumed; perhaps it was only the surreal circumstances surrounding the 
occasion, but this time it was completely different than before. Back during 
nursing school when she'd tried it, nothing had happened. Now everything was 
happening. The sensation swelling in her head was like nothing she'd ever 
experienced in her life. 

Unable to stop herself, Jill smoked the cigarette down to the point that 
even she was able to distinguish the taste of the tobacco from the pungently 
sweet marijuana smoke. Then in a sudden angry gesture she threw the butt 
down onto the stage, looking up with disbelief at the boy standing before 
her. In a twinkling the whole world seemed to have turned upside down. She 
could hardly even believe that she was standing here on the stage of the 
auditorium, stark naked, the pungently smelling clouds of marijuana smoke 
still hanging in the air, as young Bobby Norton and his two sexually 
inexperienced friends waited greedily for the moment they would take and 
ravage her defenseless body. But by the same token, she couldn't imagine it 
being any other way. She tried to picture herself in another situation now 
and the vision would not materialize in her mind's eye. There was a quality 
of inevitability to it all now in her distorted outlook. 

"Okay, Jimmy," Bobby said. "Come on. She's ready." 

Jill's eyes opened wide. She gazed down with scarce belief at little Jimmy 
Miller, who rose slowly from his seat in the first row and started along the 
front aisle toward the steps leading up to the stage. 

Jill was scarcely able to comprehend what was happening. The marijuana was 
doing something to her mind. The word "ready" hung there now ringing and 
echoing like a dinner bell. Through narrowed eyes she watched the little 
boy, who had the reputation for being the scholar of the school, take his 
glasses off and lay them carefully on the low coffee table that had once 
been part of a set for a different and less surreal performance here in the 
auditorium. Then blinking, the youngster looked back greedily at the softly 
naked curves of the school nurses' flesh. From below stage level she heard 
Bo Baldwin grunt with excitement and Bobby sniggered softly as little Jimmy 
stepped toward her. 

My God, thought Jill. What's happening to me? I must be losing my mind 
completely to be here like this. 

Then suddenly a wanton shudder shook her nakedly inviting flesh as the young 
boy's hands reached cautiously up to touch the two firmly vibrant mounds of 
her breasts, his palms caressing softly over the sensuously straining 
nipples, causing little drug-heightened chills to tingle over every inch of 
her suddenly goose-bumped skin. She stared down in shock as Jimmy's hands 
kneaded and massaged at the softly swelling mounds, his eyes wild with lust 
as he began to push her backward toward the mattress. 

"Please, Miss Marks," Jimmy whispered under his breath. "Lie down on the 
mattress. I'm just as scared as you are." 

Stunned, Jill submitted to the youngster's request. Her nakedly exposed body 
went almost limp as she dropped to her knees on the mattress, staring up at 
the boy with awe as he pushed her to a reclining position on her back. Her 
mind worked in strange ways now. She seized upon the word "scared" and it 
reverberated in her consciousness. And in her delirious state she took a 
strange consolation in it. She felt a bizarre kinship with Jimmy Miller as a 
result of what he had said. For a moment she almost forgot what it was he 
intended to do to her. Then as she reclined on her back in total 
spread-eagled surrender, Jill became suddenly shockingly cognizant of the 
youngster's lewd intentions as his hands touched her knees to part her naked 
thighs and expose to his eager young gaze the softly-haired lips of her 
openly splayed cunt. 

Suddenly she froze in terror, wanting to fight back yet unable to move as 
the teenage boy's head dropped toward her defenseless loins. A muffled groan 
sprang to her throat and convulsive spasms jerked at her thighs and stomach 
as she felt his lips press lightly down against the soft flesh of her naked 
belly just above the thinly curling hair. She cringed from his touch. But 
the sudden moistening contact of his tongue on her warmly pulsing flesh sent 
an unwanted chill racing up the whole length of her spine. Then her body 
shivered as she felt his tongue tracing downward from her navel into the 
thinly curling blonde hair and his hands moved into the tender warmth up 
between her thighs to stroke through the little fringed curls and softly 
part the tingling lips of her pussy. She sobbed again in protest as Jimmy 
leaned his head lower. A shudder rippled through her naked flesh at the 
suddenly electrifying contact of his tongue with the sensitive pink bud of 
her clitoris. 

Gasping and trembling with unwanted desire, Jill felt the freshman boy clamp 
his palms against the soft insides of her cream-white thighs and push them 
even wider open. She lifted her head, her eyes staring in abject terror down 
between her proudly upstanding breasts at the youngster's anxious face 
hovering over her nakedly helpless loins. Her wide-held vagina was presented 
up to the teenager's nervously leering eyes like a pagan sacrifice. The 
school nurse lay trembling beneath him on the mattress, watching his tongue 
slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravagement he 
intended. 

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

Another soft sob rose to her lips and her body jerked in a sudden convulsive 
movement, her buttocks grinding down hard into the mattress beneath her to 
escape the maddening attack. Then with a soft sucking of his lips Jimmy drew 
the pulsating bud of her clitoris wetly into his mouth, nibbling at it with 
the tips of his teeth until she cried out with pleasure and another lewd 
spasm shook her body. 

"Oooh, Oooh," Jill moaned, hardly able to believe the lust-inciting 
sensations that surged out so suddenly from the youngster's submissive 
cunt-licking. It was too obscene for words and she whimpered in lewd abandon 
beneath the depraved assault, her head still raised from the mattress to 
watch in horrified fascination as the young boy's face pressed even harder 
against her warmly quivering loins. Then as an even more stimulating 
sensation shot through her, she dropped her head helplessly back into the 
mattress, lunging her buttocks up in a spontaneous submission to the 
deliciously coursing current of excitement that surged out suddenly from his 
wanton sucking and licking as he began to feast in earnest on the 
defenseless flesh of her cunt. 

In spite of her horror at the nightmare she had been thrust into, tiny wisps 
of forbidden pleasure began to swell deep down in the young nurse's naked 
belly, and her firmly rounded breasts juggled sensuously on her writhing 
torso as her body began to respond to the lewd sensations that darted out 
from the lewd probing of his tongue up into her warmly quivering cuntal 
softness. Her sensitivity heightened by the alcohol she'd drunk and by the 
marijuana she had been forced to smoke, her body was betraying her even 
faster than it had the two previous nights with Bobby Norton. 

Then suddenly an even more devastating shock spiraled up her spine as her 
loins jerked involuntarily upward and the lewdly flicking tongue burrowed to 
its full capacity into her quivering vaginal opening. She cried out softly 
and her buttocks began to twitch and squirm up from the bare mattress 
beneath her. She stared deliriously at the bright stage lights overhead, 
then gazed again down between the trembling mounds of her breasts at the 
youngster's bobbing face between her thighs. 

"Oooh, oooh," she purred in lascivious delight as she began a rhythmic 
hunching motion of her loins up against Jimmy Miller's lewdly licking and 
sucking mouth. Little spasms of irresistible desire shot out over every 
tingling inch of her flesh as she shed her inhibitions and began to respond 
with wanton abandon to the lascivious assault on her loins. Out of the 
corner of her eye she could see Bobby Norton leering down at her from the 
edge of the stage. And from the first aisle she imagined she could hear Bo 
Baldwin's impatient panting. And the thought that it had not even really 
begun, that one after another the three young boys would take her until her 
body was limp and used and debased beyond her wildest dreams, only served to 
increase the obscene excitement that swept her reservations relentlessly 
away. 

With a sudden cry of delight, Jill's hands shot down the length of her naked 
body to run eagerly into Jimmy's hair and pull his face even tighter up 
against her defenselessly quivering cunt. She sobbed out her lustful wants 
in an incessant stream of delirium as she felt his tongue swishing softly up 
into the inner reaches of her tingling vaginal flesh, her hips jerking and 
lunging in savage abandon as little tremors of ecstasy coursed out from her 
lust tortured loins. 

Then in an even more impulsive gesture, she dropped her hands from his hair 
down beneath his arms and in a desperate motion tried to pull him up over 
her body. 

"All right," she sobbed. "All right! That's enough, Jimmy, that's enough. 
Fuck me now. Fuck me! Fuck me! I've got to have your cock in me." 

Gasping for breath, the inexperienced teenager raised his head up. He licked 
his lips, looking at her with an excitement that matched her own. He 
couldn't believe those vulgar words spilling from the school nurse's lips. 
And the thought that he had inspired them thrilled him beyond belief. He 
really wanted to fuck her now. But he had to be sure it was time. 

"Are you sure you're ready, Miss Marks? I want to please you and I don't 
want to start fucking you until you're ready. I read all about it in that 
book I have." 

"I'm ready," Jill almost screamed. "I'm ready, I'm ready. I just want you to 
fuck me." 

"All right," Jimmy said, swallowing hard and beginning eagerly to tear his 
clothes off. 

Her body quivering from the lustful excitement that surged out of control 
from her tongue-ravished loins, Jill watched the boy strip himself 
completely naked, her hands reaching up to caress his shoulders and pull him 
urgently down between her wide-splayed thighs. 

With a sudden quivering motion she lunged her whole naked body upwards, her 
arms wrapping around the youth's small, frail torso to pull him down tightly 
upon her, her lips kissing his mouth and her tongue swiping hungrily outward 
to taste the coppery juices of her own cunt that lingered on his tongue. She 
moved her hand swiftly down between their bodies to seek out the 
lust-inflamed hardness of his youthful cock and fit it up between her own 
hotly trembling thighs, the throbbing head burrowing through the soft fringe 
of blonde pubic hair and into the eagerly moistening lips of her cunt. 

"Are you really a virgin, Jimmy?" she purred softly as she blew her breath 
warmly into his ears. "Is this really your first time?" 

"Yes, ma'am," the boy gasped, twitching with excitement. "You're the first 
woman I'll ever have." 

Jill almost came at that instant. The wanton licking and sucking of her cunt 
had driven her beyond the bounds of sanity. Her drug-fogged mind had 
responded to a heightened degree to the lascivious assault on her 
defenseless loins. And now the confirmation of the fact though she had 
already known it that this young boy was really a virgin, that this would be 
the first time he would ever experience the sensation of warm pussy lips 
caressing the throbbing hardness of his penis, drove her to a state of 
lustful frenzy that was beyond her own comprehension. Then she felt Jimmy 
shiver as he lunged suddenly and the slender shaft of rigid male flesh 
wormed with lewdly shocking effect right up into the wetly quivering warmth 
of her vagina. 

A low wail rose in her throat and her hips trembled on the softness of the 
mattress as the young boy's body sank down harder against her and she felt 
the tightly resisting flesh of her pussy yield and part before the hungry 
onslaught of his virginal teenage penis. 

Jill groaned, splaying her parted thighs wider apart to allow Jimmy even 
greater access as shudders darted through her body from the feel of his 
hands working eagerly over the voluptuously pulsating curves of her flesh 
and he began to lunge his cock in swiftly tantalizing motions in and out of 
her trembling vaginal softness. She cried out in feverish delight as she 
felt the hotly palpitating hardness begin to flex and quiver and throb far 
up into the enveloping pussy warmth. She bucked madly beneath him, the 
surging lust completely out of control in her naked body. Her unrestrained 
cries of passion echoed in resounding animal grunts back to her from the far 
reaches of the school auditorium and she flayed her head wildly from side to 
side on the mattress, her eyes mere slits as she strained for the climax she 
already felt building in her loins. Then she completely ceased the 
side-to-side movements of her head, an even more strained gasp bursting from 
her lips as her body stiffened and quivered and she stared wide-eyed at the 
sight of Bo Baldwin and Bobby Norton standing side by side at the edge of 
the stage, both completely naked. 

"I'm going to cum, Miss Marks," the little boy above her grunted suddenly. 
"Damn it, damn it. I'm going to cum." 

Jill's eyes were riveted for a moment longer on the lustfully provoking 
sight. A tremor of fear shot up from her loins as she stared at Bo Baldwin's 
massively throbbing erection. like the other two boys he was only fourteen 
years old, but not even in medical books had the astonished nurse ever seen 
a penis as big as his. 

Then suddenly even that shocking sight was obliterated from her lust-crazed 
consciousness as she felt the distant tremors begin up inside her own loins. 
Young Jimmy Miller suddenly slammed his body into hers with a mighty thrust 
that caused her to cry out in shock and pain, and the wanton sensations that 
surged over her swept everything else aside in complete oblivion. A wail as 
eerie as the nightmare into which she'd been drawn reverberated through the 
auditorium as her thighs suddenly locked up high around the teenager's back, 
forming a straight sheath of her cunt as she felt the even greater twitching 
motions of his swiftly lunging penis and the warm fresh cum begin to spurt 
obscenely up into her own hotly spasming pussy-flesh. 

Jill's own body suddenly uncoiled even more savagely beneath him. The 
frenzied arching of her hips almost bucked Jimmy off her as she felt the 
waves of ecstasy that seemed to begin in her toes and shoot in short, 
electric-like jolts up her long shapely legs and hungrily scissoring thighs, 
through the trembling flesh of her lust tortured pussy and straight up into 
the turgidly throbbing tips of her nipples. The shattering orgasm seemed to 
swell even beyond the bounds of her flesh, hovering like an aura over her 
head, a cornucopia of blissful delirium. 

"She's cumming!" Jimmy blurted in total shock. "I did it, I did it! I'm 
making her blow her nuts!" 

Then with a gasp, the teenager ceased his own restraints. He'd never felt 
anything in his life as good as those warm moist pussy walls clinging and 
squeezing frantically around the throbbing shaft of his cock, and if he'd 
had to hold off a minute longer he wouldn't have been able to make it. 

Jimmy slammed down hard against the school nurse with an even more vicious 
stroke that racked her voluptuously quivering body and caused a grunt of 
pain to disrupt the orgasmic mewls that streamed from her lips as he felt 
the surging liquid of his sperm come spewing up in a hotly spurting torrent 
to shoot far up into the most secret depths of her seething pussy. The young 
boy felt a rush of energy come over him and he heightened the obscenely 
lunging motion of his body, driving his palpitating cock in a staccato 
rhythm in and out of her receptively quivering cuntal flesh until he'd 
spurted every drop and the naked head of his satiated cock tingled from the 
continued spasms and caresses of her warmly clinging inner tightness. 

With a last gasp, Jimmy sagged his body lightly on the school nurse's 
trembling chest. Little shivers continued to spiral through her naked body, 
and he could feel the soft spasms continue, her cum-drenched cunt opening 
and closing in softly caressing convulsions around the deflating shaft of 
his cock. 

Then Jill heard a loud clomping on the stage and looked with terror at the 
hulking sight of Bo Baldwin approaching her, his lustfully throbbing cock 
looming up in even more threatening proportions as he drew nearer. 

She'd forgotten all about that in the frenzy of delirium as the orgasm had 
suddenly overtaken her. Now she remembered with a strange dismay that 
mingled with rejuvenated excitement, that Bo Baldwin's enormous shaft of 
flesh had, as much as little Jimmy Miller's own savage climax, been the 
thing that made her cum. The sweeping waves of her orgasm had begun the 
instant she'd seen the enormously threatening hardness, as if the 
subconscious workings of her mind had used the oblivion of sexual frenzy and 
orgasm to help her escape awareness of the even more merciless ravagement 
that still awaited her body in the form of this ox of a youngster. Yet in 
spite of her fear she felt an even more violent surging of desire as she 
contemplated once more the lustfully pulsing shaft of flesh that now loomed 
to cast a giant shadow over her face from the bright stage lights above. 

"Come on Jimmy, hurry up," Bo gasped. "You've made her cum, now I just want 
to fuck her." 

I must be out of my mind, Jill thought as she felt Jimmy slowly worm the now 
limber flesh of his deflated cock out of the still shivering warmth of her 
pussy. I didn't come here to do this, I didn't come here to do this. And yet 
they don't have to make me do it anymore. They don't have to make me, I want 
it as badly as they do! 

She formed a feeble whimper of protest on her lips as Bo dropped down 
eagerly between her still open-spread thighs. He shuffled forward awkwardly 
on his knees, lowering his big muscular body onto hers. Jill shivered as she 
felt the bulbous head of his lust-engorged penis slide up the still warmly 
trembling softness of her inner thighs. She stared down between the 
quivering mounds of her breasts with lust-crazed delirium that swelled anew 
in spite of the shattering climax that had just swept through every inch of 
her helplessly yielding body. Then the boy's thick rod of flesh burrowed up 
to prove with suddenly titillating contact against the soft moist pussy 
flesh that still twitched and trembled from the orgasm that had echoed 
through her very flesh and soul. She shivered in terror as she felt the 
thickly bulging cock-head crease into her flanged cuntal lips. But she 
wanted it. In spite of everything, she wanted it. She had to have it in 
right now. 

With a sudden lust-crazed cry of glee, Jill's hips shimmied upward, her 
hands dropping down to claw hungrily at the boy's nakedly Hexing buttocks as 
she plunged forward and the faintly resisting pussy walls gave way to take 
the mercilessly stretching shaft of flesh far up into the most sensitive 
depths of her cunt. 

"Oh Goddamn, it's tight!" Bo grunted. "Goddamn, it's the tightest thing I've 
ever felt in my life!" 

"It's not tight anymore, Bo," Bobby sniggered. 

Jill gave out with a helpless groan as the thickly surging rod of flesh 
wormed far up between her thighs, and she quivered as she felt the young 
boy's pubic mound nudge softly down against her pulsing clitoris. Little 
mewling sounds flowed from her lips and she began to writhe her body softly, 
new twitches of joy shooting over her lustfully tingling nakedness as she 
felt the boy's hands slide beneath her trembling ass-cheeks to stroke 
tenderly up against the clinging lips of her pussy around the throbbing base 
of his cock. The school nurse seemed to hang on a crescendo of delirium for 
a timeless span as she felt the last shadows of her first orgasm pass and 
the first distant tremors of the next one begin somewhere in the mystical 
oblivion of her passion. She found an instant of calm. A little smile came 
to her lips and she opened her eyes and seemed to see for the first time. 
And she was looking into the flushing lust-crazed face of Bobby Norton, the 
boy who had been the beginning of it all, now standing right over her and 
Bo, gazing down longingly at their sensuously squirming bodies. 

"Yes, Bobby, yes," she purred softly through her lust-swollen lips. 

For a moment the youngster didn't understand, and Jill derived an even more 
stimulating thrill from the thoughts that, in spite of everything, he'd done 
and everything he was now subjecting her to, he still possessed a remnant of 
innocence and naivete that had so strongly attracted her. 

"You can do it in my mouth," she gasped with a wantonly feeble smile. 

Then again all became a jumble in her passion crazed mind as she felt Bo's 
body shudder above her and he began to lunge the massively swelling 
thickness of his cock with shockingly shattering strokes in and out of her 
open-splayed cuntal flesh, grunting in anger as Bobby dropped down on the 
mattress beside them. 

"Hey, just a minute," growled Bo. "I ain't through yet!" 

"That's all right champ, take your time," Bobby answered with a hoarse 
laugh. 

"Yes, take your time, Bo," Jill echoed, twisting and squirming her hips in 
an even more lustful motion of response as she felt the boy momentarily 
hesitate in the obscenely driving lunges down into her flowering pussy. 

"The school nurse just wants to take on both of us at once, Bo," Bobby said. 

"Oh yes! Yes! Both of you fuck me at once," Jill purred as she watched young 
Bobby Norton bend his smaller but equally rigid cock-shaft down toward her 
willingly welcoming lips. Even as a more wanton moan of pleasure swelled in 
her throat from Bo's frenzied fucking up into her loins, she parted her lips 
and flicked her tongue out lewdly to swipe away the glistening drop of 
seminal fluid that appeared at the tiny glans of Bobby's blood-filled 
cock-head before her lips ovaled to take it into the warm soft cavern of her 
mouth. 

As Bobby Norton rammed the full length of his own hungrily pulsating rod of 
flesh between the school nurse's welling and eager lips, Bo's massively 
throbbing cock swelled up even larger within the sensitively clinging depths 
of her loins, causing an even wilder quiver to dart through her body as it 
flexed and twitched and the boy grunted in continued confusion and protest 
over her. She heard the two of them mumbling obscene exclamations of 
excitement, chills shooting through the raw nerve-ends of her body at their 
lewd words and her own helpless submission. Her cream-white breasts heaved 
and quivered up against the youthful pressure of Bo's chest, the little 
hardened nipples pricking to an even more tingling firmness as Bobby shifted 
his position until he was lying completely crossways over her face while Bo 
still reclined on her body. As the two boys shared the wantonly yielding 
orifices of the school nurse's voluptuous body, one in her mouth and the 
other in her cunt, Jimmy Miller slipped back onto the stage and began 
shooting pictures. 

Then Jill's nakedly fucking body stiffened to immobility as she heard the 
creaking sound of the side door opening, and she was vaguely aware of Jimmy 
Miller's footsteps rushing across the stage as he stepped down to intercept 
the intruders. She sensed from the motions of Bobby's body that he raised 
his head up to look also. But she could do nothing. Her own face was rudely 
imprisoned beneath his lewdly fucking loins as he shoved his cock eagerly 
back down into her lips. And Bo Baldwin could not have cared less who had 
just come into the school auditorium. An even wilder twitching of his cock 
far up inside her belly signaled that he was going to cum pretty soon, no 
matter what happened. 

For a moment Jill was able to understand nothing of the short staccato burst 
of conversation she heard at the door. Then an even wilder shiver passed 
through her body as she finally caught a phrase: 

"We saw the school nurse come in here," an unrecognized voice said. "Don't 
give me that shit." Then a second exclamation identified the voice for her 
as belonging to a sophomore named Phil York. 

"O. K., " said Jimmy. "But be quiet, we don't want the whole school over 
here." 

For a moment longer Jill languished in terror. Then she forgot everything 
again as she felt the heavily throbbing droplets of Bo Baldwin's cum begin 
to splatter hotly up into her quivering belly and Bobby suddenly stiffened 
and ceased his own movements in response to her even more urgent sucking. 
She lost control again and was suddenly gripped once more by the madly 
obliterating ecstasy of orgasm. She was cast once more into timelessness as 
she felt the waves start somewhere that seemed far away, yet within her, 
sweeping out in a relentless fury of obscenely shattering bliss to consume 
her in a wanton oblivion devoid of past, present or future. 

* * * 

After that it had all happened too fast. Jill remembered that as she'd lain 
in the quivering ecstasy of post orgasm the boys had argued below the stage. 
For a moment they had even left her completely alone and in her continued 
naked delirium she continued to writhe and moan and quiver as she waited. 
She didn't know all of what had happened next, but she could remember Bobby 
saying: "All right, you two can have her. But it you tell anybody what she 
did tonight, Bo and I will personally kick your asses until you can't even 
sit on a toilet." 

Jill had responded like a slave to those stern words. The young boy who had 
intentionally humiliated and degraded her in vengeance for her own 
uncalculated wrong had now become her protector, and she had not felt she 
could refuse anything he wished of her. 

As the three spent boys watched, the two newcomers stripped their clothes 
off and eagerly approached the mattress. Jill remembered that they had 
argued about who would be first, but she had no idea which had won the 
argument. Perhaps they had both taken her at once, but she didn't even know 
that for certain. The whole eerie episode had engulfed her, blending 
together in an indiscriminate montage of hard young cocks fucking into her 
mouth and her cunt, grunts and groans of passion mixing with catcalls of the 
onlookers, all swept together in the jumble of endless passion and climax. 

Then sometime after the final submission of her spirit, the ravagement of 
her body had ended and filled with a schizophrenic mixing of guilt and joy, 
Jill had begun to get dressed. The boys' lust satiated, they seemed to have 
forgiven her for a moment, and as she sat alone on the mattress, putting on 
her brassiere and panties, Jill remembered almost with disbelief why she had 
come here. Then later after she'd finished dressing she descended the stage 
and called Bobby aside. 

"The negatives Bobby? Will you give me the negatives now?" 

Even before the teenager spoke Jill saw from the wry grin on his lips that 
her lewd gauntlet had just begun. "No. You can have the pictures tonight if 
you want. But the negatives don't leave Jimmy's hands until my four weekends 
of restriction are over. 

It was said as if he were pronouncing a sentence, and Jill knew that in one 
way of looking at it that was exactly what he had done. But she didn't even 
protest. It would have been useless. Some way or another for the next three 
weeks she had to tread a fine line. She had to yield to any demands the 
young boys made upon her. And somehow she had to keep the secret from 
spreading beyond the five who already knew. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

She should have known that was a secret a group of boys this age would not 
be able to keep. Beyond everything Jill had done during the last two and a 
half weeks, it had spread. Yet the consequences were not quite as bad as she 
would have expected. True, she had become a sex slave, and nearly half the 
boys in the school must by then know at least something of her lewd carrying 
on. But she had learned finally from experience that she didn't have to 
submit to all of them. She was able to limit herself to the ones she found 
in one manner or another attractive. The ones she refused might threaten 
her, but there really was nothing they could do. If she had told 
Superintendent Meyers, it would have ruined it for the other boys. And there 
was a certain inherent respect held for such tough youngsters as Bo Baldwin 
and Bobby Norton. 

It was still the boys who held the pictures who retained final control over 
her Bobby and Jimmy. And she would have wanted it no other way, Jill thought 
as she gazed out the window of the clinic and watched little Jimmy making 
his way up the walk, ostensibly, as they had prearranged, for an eye test to 
determine if he needed to have his lenses altered. 

Jill sighed softly, turned away from the window and went to the door to 
greet him. "Hello, Miss Marks," said Jimmy, bustling through, his normal 
load of books tucked under his arm. "Well," he said with a smile, looking 
appreciatively over the sensuous curves of her body. "Only four days to go." 

"What?" Jill asked. 

The young boy looked at her brightly. "Only four days until you get your 
negatives." 

Jill laughed gaily, her voluptuous breasts juggling. "I don't even know now 
if I want them back." 

"That's interesting," Jimmy said contemplatively taking off his glasses and 
putting them into their case. "I have something new I read in the book that 
I want to try." 

"What?" Jill asked with another smile. 

"I'll tell you later," said Jimmy. 

"Then why don't you just show me instead," Jill said gustily, her eyes 
twinkling with wanton excitement at the prospect of yet another variation to 
the lewdly stimulating acts she was forced to commit, yet submitted to 
willingly nevertheless. 

Jill walked slowly to the door of the clinic and latched it. She knew it was 
a flagrant tempting of fate to conduct her carryings on with the boys right 
her in the clinic during school hours. But even before this lurid affair had 
begun, she had been in the habit of keeping the door locked when she didn't 
want to be interrupted from something else she was doing. And in any event, 
nothing could be more dangerous than the alternative conducting her episodes 
in the auditorium. 

Jimmy put his books down on the small couch in the reception room and Jill 
lead him to the back of the clinic to a small examination room complete with 
a padded table that served perfectly as a bed. Then smiling sultrily, she 
turned to face the young teenager, waiting to see what obscene proposal he 
would come up with today. 

Jimmy was still a little bit nervous as he began taking off his own clothes 
without saying a word. Jill took this as a cue and began slowly unbuttoning 
her uniform. Her tongue flicked teasingly from her mouth to moisten her 
sensuously parted lips as she shed the uniform from her ripely luscious 
body, and reached up behind her back to unsnap her brassiere and reveal to 
the eager youngster the up-thrust fullness of her softly swollen breasts. 
Then slowly Jill slipped her fingers into the narrow elastic waistband at 
the top of her thinly clinging panties to draw them off the soft blonde 
curls of her cuntal hair, then down the length of her slender thighs. It was 
a ritual she now thought she could never tire of taking her clothes off to 
reveal her sensuously curved body to the always eager eyes of these teenage 
boys who had made her a slave to their every whim and sexual fantasy. 

Then Jimmy peeled off his own jockey shorts and a spontaneous sigh rose in 
Jill's throat as his rigid young penis bobbed up to full erection. Together 
the two of them moved over to the examination table and Jill sat down on the 
edge of it awaiting the little boy's direction. He moved to stand in front 
of her, spreading her thighs to even better reveal to his hungry gaze the 
softly-haired lips of her pussy nested up between. He stood on his tiptoes 
to kiss her gently on the lips, then dropped back down to the flats of his 
feet, trailing his tongue with a delightfully chilling effect over the 
softly sensitive skin of her neck and down to her smoothly rounded shoulder. 
Even as the delicious little current of excitement began to course through 
her body, Jill could not stifle an inner laugh. Even little Jimmy's foreplay 
always followed the book formula. He didn't leave out a thing when he set 
himself to the task of preparing her for sex. It was a methodical and 
pragmatic approach he used, but it worked. For all his egg-headedness, Jimmy 
Miller had never failed yet to bring her to a shattering climax. 

Jill moaned softly, her arms wrapping around the young boy's shoulders to 
draw his face up to the voluptuous valley between her quivering breasts, 
snuggling up against him as his tongue flicked over the tingling ripeness of 
one of her nipples to surge it to even more sensuously pulsing rigidity. She 
purred deeply, her body trembling and her torso beginning a slowly swaying 
movement as she felt his hands drop down over the soft smoothness of her 
naked flesh, caressing the smooth flat plain of her belly and moving down 
between her thighs to stroke right up into the hotly tingling moisture of 
her pussy. 

Jill could hear the boy's own breathing become hoarser as his desire welled 
parallel to her own. She closed her eyes, basking in a sea of lustful 
anticipation, wondering what new variation on the old theme of fucking the 
teenager had in store for her today. Then with a soft sob she twisted around 
to recline on her back on the padded examination table, pulling the 
youngster down over her, smothering his lips with a moist lustful kiss and 
tugging his frail chest hungrily down against the vibrant softness of her 
breasts. 

"What is it that you want to do, Jimmy? What do you want to do to me today?" 
the school nurse purred deliriously in the boy's ears as she felt the lust 
in her own loins flower out to start to consume her whole body in a torrent 
of passion. Then an even more distant wail issued from her lips as she felt 
Jimmy climb up on the table with her and begin to push on her nakedly 
yielding body to roll her over onto her belly. She resisted for a moment, 
then surrendered completely, letting her body go limp as he turned her over 
to a prone position on the padded table. As his lips kissed and nibbled at 
the tingling skin of her neck and shoulders, she was aware of the keenly 
arousing friction of the covering on the table against her soft swollen 
breasts as they were mashed down against it. Then Jimmy's hands slid down 
from the inviting white ripeness of her buttocks to the backs of her knees 
to push her legs up under her body and again she submitted without 
resistance as he urged her up to a kneeling position so that her buttocks 
were thrust high and invitingly into the air. 

"Oh yes, I see now, Jimmy. You want to fuck me dog-fashion." She purred 
softly, waving her proffered ass-cheeks in ripe invitation as she felt him 
station himself on his knees behind her, using his legs to shove her own 
softly quivering thighs even wider apart and expose completely to his gaze 
the little inverted triangle of her softly-haired cunt and, just above it, 
the tiny puckered hole of her anus nestled temptingly between the ripeness 
of her buttocks. 

Then her body jerked with a delicious spasm of desire as she felt his hands 
move up between her thighs from behind to part the little blonde curls of 
hair and drag his finger with electrically titillating effect up along the 
already moistening pussy-slit. Another shiver coursed through her as his 
finger brushed inadvertently over the little tingling bud of her clitoris, 
as he began to spread the already freely flowing moisture up and down the 
quivering cunt-lips. 

As the youngster's body trembled against the softness of her inner thighs, 
Jill felt him spread the moisture back up to the top of her cuntal slit, his 
finger flicking suddenly over the tiny membrane of flesh to brush with a 
searing effect into the puckered opening of her anus. 

She undulated her hips in soft response, little mewls of pleasure coursing 
out from her lips as she felt the boy lean forward, the warmly pulsing 
rigidity of his cock brushing up the back of her thighs to point 
threateningly up between her buttocks. 

"Yes Jimmy, yes," she purred. "Fuck me like that, fuck me dog fashion." 

"Dog fashion wasn't what I was talking about, Miss Marks," Jimmy said with a 
trembling voice. 

Suddenly Jill's body stiffened as she felt the hotly stimulating pressure 
pushing against the little elastic anal ring. Her eyes opened wide and she 
stared straight ahead in shock and dismay as she realized with a tremor of 
fear, exactly what he was thinking about. 

"I want to fuck you in the ass, Miss Marks," Jimmy said almost sternly. 

For a moment Jill's shock froze her to immobility. Then an even more wanton 
wail emitted from her throat as the young teenager pushed forward and his 
middle finger began to worm searingly up into the tight little hole. She 
groaned, her body lurching forward in retreat from the sheer sensation as 
the finger sank relentlessly deeper into her warmly quivering anal 
tightness, causing her whole body to tense and tremble from the fiery 
stimulation. 

"Aaaaaaggghhh! Uhhhhhgg!!! " Jill groaned and grunted as she felt the finger 
burrow in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and contract the 
little opening in resistance. It sank up into her vainly protesting anus to 
the first knuckle, then continued the piercing intrusion until it was 
embedded all the way up into the forbidden flesh of her rectum. 

"No Jimmy, please no!" she sobbed in shock and desperation. "It's perverted. 
Don't do that. It's perverted!" 

"It's not perverted, Miss Marks," Jimmy gasped, his own excitement making it 
almost impossible for him to talk. The mere thought of sticking his finger 
into the school nurse's anus thrilled the young boy beyond belief. "I read 
in this new book I have that it's only perverted when used as an outright 
replacement for genital sex. When it's used as a complement it's perfectly 
natural," he went on in his incongruously academic tone, wiggling the finger 
to stretch her inner rectal tightness and cause even greater shivers and 
spasms to shake her body. 

"But it hurts, Jimmy. It will hurt me." 

"No, Miss Marks, I promise I won't hurt you. I'll be very careful." 

Was there no limit to these teenagers' depraved imaginations? Jill wondered. 
Was there nothing they wouldn't subject her to before her penance was 
served? But she knew she could not resist. She knew she could not escape his 
obscene demands. She was powerless now even to move, as she feared the 
slightest motion on her part would cause an even greater pain from the 
skewering finger up into the tiny opening between her widespread ass-cheeks. 
Then she almost screamed out loud as she felt the youngster begin to draw 
his finger out of the resisting tightness, which now seemed, in spite of the 
pain, to cling in protest so that the finger finally left with a slight lewd 
pop. And then she moaned even more desperately as the finger was replaced by 
the throbbing head of Jimmy's hard little penis. 

"Oh Jimmy! Please, no!" she sobbed, grunting as her body lurched forward 
again from the even more wildly stimulating sensation as she felt the 
blood-filled cock-head lunge against the tightly resisting opening and begin 
to worm its way up inside. Her mind recoiled from the mere thought of this 
sordid act. It must be the most perverted thing a man and woman could 
possibly do with their bodies, and the sudden white-hot pain caused tears to 
rush swiftly to her eyes and spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks as 
she shivered and trembled, flailing her long blonde hair from side to side 
in protest as the youngster's loins lunged down against her ripely up-thrust 
buttocks and the small shaft of flesh surged hungrily up into her cringing 
rectal depths until she felt his pubic hair tickle in between her ass-cheeks 
and the little sac that held his lust-inflamed testicles slap lightly down 
against the pulsing slit of her cunt and the tingling little bud of her 
clitoris. 

She was kneeling in helpless submission on the examination table, her 
buttocks shoved obscenely up into the air, with Jimmy right behind her, his 
slender boyish cock looming up between her thighs to completely skewer her. 
She was hopelessly impaled now. She had taken his surging rod of young male 
flesh to the hilt in her most forbidden orifice. 

Sobbing from her pain and humiliation, Jill dropped her face down to rest on 
her hands as she felt the teenager begin to move behind her, flexing and 
throbbing the lust-engorged hardness of his penis even deeper up inside her 
resisting rectal flesh, causing new stabs of shocking sensation to course 
outward through her fearfully trembling body. 

But it was not as bad as she had expected. The pain was tempered by an even 
more vividly rippling sensation of masochistic pleasure. Her loins were on 
fire from the lewd skewering up between her thumb-spread ass-cheeks and she 
could feel the heated secretions flowing freely from the sensitively 
throbbing lips of her vagina to spill down the tender softness of her inner 
thighs. And her cries of agony and protest slowly evolved into mewls of 
passion and pleasure as the youngster began to squirm his buttocks around 
and fuck in a lewd undulating rhythm in and out of her widely stretched anal 
opening. 

"God, it's tight, Miss Marks! It's so tight I can hardly even move!" Jimmy 
gasped, increasing the length of his strokes to prompt even louder cries to 
issue deliriously from the nurse's throat. 

For a moment longer Jill's body remained limp in helpless submission, then 
slowly she began to squirm her own buttocks backward, twisting and rotating 
them around to even further increase the wantonly shocking stimulation of 
his throbbing rod of flesh screwing in and out of her now welcoming rectal 
warmth. 

She felt Jimmy's hands drop away from her hips, move down beneath her body 
and then up between her thighs to brush eagerly through the moistened 
strands of the hairs of her cunt and find sudden exciting contact with the 
pulsing little bud of her clitoris. She shivered from the almost unbearable 
contrast of sensation. His desire-swollen cock now throbbing and flexing 
viciously into the helpless tightness of her anus still brought desperate 
cries of pain from her lips, but his finger stroking swiftly over the 
sensitive little clitoral bud caused wild spasms of delight to fire out 
swiftly through her quivering pussy-flesh. Her responses were hopelessly 
confused, and the state of delirium she was thrust defenselessly into only 
left her more receptive to the raw stimulation. She was moving to another 
plain of consciousness, a daydream state in which the whole value system of 
sensation was overturned. It no longer seemed to matter what she felt only 
that she felt was important. And she'd never felt anything like this in her 
life! 

Neither had Jimmy Miller. The thought of fucking the school nurse in the 
ass-hole was almost beyond his wildest dreams. But he was doing it him, 
little Jimmy, who so many of the boys had kidded for so long because he'd 
never had a 'piece', was sure getting a real 'piece' now! And if Jimmy had 
thought Miss Marks' pussy felt good that first night in the auditorium, he 
hadn't known anything then. Her ass-hole was at least ten times better. It 
was so tight he could hardly even work the enlarged shaft of his pulsing 
cock in and out. The tightly clasping walls were like an elastic sheath. 
They pressed down like rubber, as if they would crush his penis and squeeze 
the milky cum out of the shaft before it was even ready. Jimmy knew he 
wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer, and in spite of his 
promise to Miss Marks that he wouldn't hurt her, he was even losing control 
of the savagely racking lunges of his own buttocks. He was ramming his cock 
in and out of her with sheer brutal force, his loins searing into her ripely 
proffered buttocks with hard smacks that made loud smacking sounds. He knew 
he was hurting her; yet that only served to excite him to even further 
brutality, and he was beginning to think Miss Marks had been right: It was 
perverted! He was a pervert himself, a sadist. 

"I'm sorry, Miss Marks!" Jimmy gasped in a desperately quivering voice, 
trying to hold himself back. "I am hurting you, aren't I?" 

Then the boy's eyes bugged at the sight of the school nurse's lust-contorted 
face when she looked back over her shoulder at him. 

"No," she wailed distantly. "No, Jimmy, go ahead and fuck me harder! I love 
it! Can't you tell I love it!" 

Jill herself could hardly even believe the jumble of obscenity that spewed 
from her lips as she began squirming and fucking her buttocks back in 
earnest around the impaling shaft of Jimmy's cock, wiggling and rotating 
them, thrashing and writhing her body in lewd abandon to the electric 
pain-pleasure stimulus of the wanton skewering of her defenseless rectum. 

Jimmy grunted in even more lustful excitement to Miss Marks' unexpected 
response, suddenly unleashing the full fury of his lust in an even mightier 
lunge up into the tightness of her contracting anus, at the same time 
thrusting his finger deeply into the quivering flesh of her pussy and 
increasing the lewdly tantalizing friction of his thumb's rapid stroking 
over the throbbing bud of her clitoris. He was still determined to make her 
cum. He had a perfect record and he didn't want to spoil it now, not this 
time, in the most perversely exciting of all the obscene acts he'd subjected 
her to. 

Then suddenly Jill gave out with an even more desperate wail as the wildly 
contrasting sensation in her two separately ravished orifices suddenly 
became indistinguishably enmeshed. 

"I'm cumming," she screamed. "I'm cumming!" Her nakedly squirming body 
shuddered as the shocking waves of delight darted out over her perspiring 
flesh, and behind her the young teenager groaned and began a 
staccato-lunging rhythm as the hot droplets of his own cum welled up swiftly 
from his balls to spew obscenely into the spasming depths of her rectum. 

As Jimmy grunted and groaned, Jill screamed without restraint from the 
shattering waves of ecstasy. The slickly spewing semen flooding into her 
rectum lubricated the passage until the pain faded completely. As she bucked 
and hunched beneath his final racking lunges, there was nothing left but the 
wildly consuming masochistic passion. 

With a last grunt of triumph Jimmy's body sagged tiredly down against the 
ripely proffered cushions of the school nurse's naked ass-cheeks. Jill 
groaned, little shivers still coursing out from her finger-ravished clitoris 
to cause the little spasms to continue to shake her body as she felt the 
lust-spent penis begin to deflate up in her cum-filled rectum. Then suddenly 
she stiffened as she heard the banging on the door of the clinic. 

"Oh God, there's somebody out there Jimmy" she gasped. 

"Crap," said Jimmy tiredly. 

"Get off, quick! I've got to make this look f right somehow!" Jill sobbed, 
her body still convulsing in masochistic splendor as she felt the boy 
withdraw the now limp flesh of his cock and slide off her. 

Half dazed, she got up and hurriedly began putting on her panties and 
brassiere and then slipped into the uniform. 

"You wait here and get dressed and get that eye chart out. The eye chart in 
that drawer over there! Get it out and set it up!" she said with a quivering 
voice. My God, she thought anybody could take one look at her now and see 
what she'd been doing. 

Buttoning her uniform as she went, Jill hurried back through to the anteroom 
of the clinic and to the door as the loud knocking continued. Biting her Up 
to squelch the cry of frustration that rose in her throat, she opened it 
fearfully. Then she sighed aloud with relief. It was Bobby Norton. 

"Miss Marks! Is Jimmy here?" Bobby gasped, brushing past her, noting the 
books on the couch and starting through the hall that led to the examination 
room. 

"Yes, he's here," Jill answered, closing the door and relocking it. "But 
what's the matter?" 

"Jimmy! Hey, Jimmy! Come on, quick," Bobby shouted. 

Jill saw the young boy come out of the examination room, buttoning up his 
own shirt. 

"What's the matter?" he asked in a still trembling voice. 

"It's the cops," Bobby said. "Well not the cops, but some anti-drug guys 
from the school board are here. They're searching the dormitory. You've got 
to get your grass out." 

Jimmy grinned "I smoked it last night, I'm clean." 

Bobby stopped sighing with relief. "Man, I thought you were done for. I had 
to get a blue slip to go to the bathroom for a 'number two' when I found out 
they were here." 

Then it hit her. The pictures! They were bound to find the pictures if they 
searched the dorm rooms for dope. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Jill shifted uncomfortably on the chair, staring shamefaced at the 
photographs spread out over Superintendent Meyers' desk. 

"I don't even know what to say to you, Miss Marks. I can't believe you've 
really done this," the man said, looking at her grimly. 

Jill couldn't face him, couldn't look him in the eyes. She was transfixed by 
the lewdly shocking sight of the pictures, depicting her in every state of 
lustful frenzy in the terribly incriminating poses of intercourse, sometimes 
not with one but with two of the school boys. She knew it would do no good 
to try to tell the superintendent that the pictures lied, that though the 
acts she had committed were accurately represented, it had not been the 
sordid thing it appeared on the photographs. She could never make him 
understand that, that much of her relationship with the boys in the pictures 
had been warm and spiritual. There had been more to it than just the lewd 
intercourse that was depicted. 

"Of course, I'll resign," said Jill looking down at the floor. "I'll take 
whatever I have coming to me. I can make no excuses for this." 

"I wonder if you can imagine my own embarrassment when the officials from 
Sacramento presented me with these things and asked me if I had any idea who 
the woman was." 

"I know, I'm sorry," Jill said sadly. 

"Do you realize, Miss Marks, you could actually be prosecuted for what you 
have done?" 

Jill looked up with alarm. The superintendent shrugged, still watching her 
grimly. Yet he couldn't quite resist letting his gaze descend furtively to 
the deliciously ripe invitation of her breasts. 

"I don't see that that would serve any purpose, and I don't intend to pursue 
the matter. I do think you will have a difficult time ever working in a 
school in California again. But that's not in my hands." 

"I know I can never make you understand," Jill said. "And of course it goes 
without saying that I lied that day three weeks ago. Bobby Norton didn't 
grab me, I grabbed him." 

"As for the boys, I see Bo Baldwin and Bobby here in the pictures. I think 
there is little doubt that Jimmy Miller was the photographer. Were there any 
others?" 

Jill hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. "Yes." 

"Who were they?" 

"I won't tell you," said Jill. 

Superintendent Meyers sighed, reaching up to run his fingers up through his 
slightly graying hair. "All right, if you wish. I think I can safely assume 
anyway that the master-minds of this affair from the boy's point of view 
were Jimmy and Bobby. Bo probably just went along for the ride, but he had 
the misfortune of appearing in two of these pictures and he will pay the 
same price as the others. 

"The boys are my responsibility. They will be expelled; their parents will 
be informed as to why these measures were taken. And that, incidentally, 
might be a good time for you to have put some distance between yourself and 
the state of California. A few angry parents could make things really rough 
for you." 

"But it wasn't the boys fault," said Jill. "Don't you understand? I want to 
take all responsibility myself. I instigated it. I started it and I think 
you can hardly blame the boys for taking...." she paused shrugging looking 
down at the ripe swells of her breasts and the sensuous softness of her 
thighs. " ... for taking what was offered them on a silver platter." 

"I don't think that matters, Miss Marks. The boys can hardly be excused, at 
their age, for having sexual intercourse right here on the campus. They will 
be dealt with as severely as I see fit. And I see fit right now to make an 
example of them, even if Bobby Norton is one of the most promising athletes 
we've ever had here, not to mention the fact that Jimmy Miller is Phi Beta 
Kappa material." 

"But that could do irreparable damage to their future, Mr. Meyers. If you 
expel them from school now, there will be a mark on their scholastic records 
that will pursue them all the way through high school and even through 
college." 

"I'm afraid that's their bad luck." 

Jill sucked her breath in hoarsely. Her body was trembling and all she 
wanted to do was cry for shame and despair at the terrible wrongs she'd 
committed. But she couldn't let this happen to the little boys. She would 
answer willingly for her own guilt, but she had to save them. 

"Mr. Meyers, let me ask you a question. Do you think you would turn it down 
if you had been in their position?" As the man stared at her in shock, Jill 
arched her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts up even more prominently, 
her tongue flicking out from her lips in a wantonly teasing gesture. 

The superintendent blushed. "I don't know. I'm a married man, Miss Marks. 
But you know, I guess, I've always found you extremely attractive." 

"Then do me a favor, Mr. Meyers, spare the boys and I'll make it worth your 
while." 

As the superintendent's face grew even more crimson, Jill reached up and 
began slowly to unbutton her uniform down the front. With a soft gasp 
Superintendent Meyers rose and walked to the door, his fingers trembling as 
he threw the latch. 

* * * 

As the Greyhound bus moved slowly by, Jill Marks, ex-nurse, took one last 
look at the small pastoral campus where her whole life had changed. She 
didn't know where she was going, or what she would do next. Certainly she 
would never work at another school, and with the blot on her record she'd 
probably have difficulty even finding a job in a hospital, at least in 
California. But she didn't regret what had happened. She couldn't bring 
herself to. Nor would she ever forget little Jimmy Miller and Bobby Norton. 
She thought now, no matter how many other little boys like them there would 
be in her future and she was sure there would be others; there was no going 
back now they would always be her favorites. 

It had been they who first helped her find herself, whoever that was. 


THE END
